Not in you doing too much, but doing too little.
The first rest period had arrived and Keles called Zella to her side, offering her a snack before her evening feeding. Once the canine had finished the pair of them would be meeting with the Candidatemaster to discuss the end of the trial period she had been given. Keles' candidate schedule was just slightly altered to those of her peers, the result of her natural inclination to wake up at what her body thought to be Northern's first light — whether that was the case or not. At 5:30 her eyes opened and her body was awake for the day, there was no chance that she could convince it to sleep in — and she had tried, especially since leaving before 7 in the morning was forbidden.
Previously she had tried to use the period of time doing some additional reading and studying, but found that it was much too idle. She couldn't focus on it because she wasn't yet used to sitting and reading. After that she had used it as additional time for training Zella but since the idea was to acclimate the canine to the Weyr, there wasn't much to work on in the Complex. Finally, at her wits end, she had used the time in all three ways to get ready, doing some light reading, train in silent commands with Zella and then getting ready to leave with the others for the morning work out.
In an effort to be productive, and because she was used to waking early and caring for the animals of the caravan, Keles had requested a meeting with a Candidatemaster to discuss going to the stables before morning workout to work with the Beastcrafters as she was used to doing with her Trader family. It had taken some convincing… okay, a lot of convincing, for herself to be given a trial period to prove that she could handle adding an hour and a half chore period to her morning before the others woke. Keles was thrilled to prove she could do it, waking at 5:30, dressing and preparing for the day, harnessing Zella and the both of them jogging to the Stables where she was expected at 6. From 6 to 7:20 she was expected to help with the distribution of feed and use her canine to herd animals to their alloted outdoor enclosures as she had been trained to do with the caravan and their temporary structures.
With her morning tasks complete, Keles was then allowed to do a quick clean up of any mess that Zella and Bolt made in the runner's stall, feed Zella, give Bolt a quick brushing and tack him for the day in his bareback riding pad, bit-less bridle and long-lead rein. The trio would have a run back to the Complex to meet everyone else by 7:30 for the morning workout with the group. With the small adjustment to her schedule, Keles felt more and more at home in the Weyr.
The young woman sighed, smiling to herself as she stood and made her way to the Candidatemaster's office. The Weyr life was the life she had always wanted with the chance to make a name for herself instead of following on the name her family had made in the North. It was fine and well for them to be successful but being in an arranged marriage to a man who didn't even love women, let alone her, was not what she had wanted for herself. She wanted her own story, to earn her own name, to expand her horizons and learn how she could do more for Pern than move tithes, good and herds between Holds, cotholds and other settlements. It was not, however, a life she had yet adjusted to in full. She knew it would take some time, but this morning chore time was a good start for it.
After two weeks, she had finally reached the end of her trial period and it was time to find out whether it would be a permanent change for her. Keles didn't mind checking in before she left from the Candidate Complex, nor did she mind checking in at the Stables when she arrived — the latter was something she did anyway, to find out where her task list was going to start that day. It made sense that the militaristic way of life was followed — she was being trained to be a solider in service to Pern and strict guidelines were to be expected.
Keles was suddenly self conscious. She was waiting for Denir and her parents to arrange the arrival of her clothing that had been stored in the North, so much of her work gear was clothing that her ex-"fiance" had worn out and given to her to wear. The shirt was oversized, and the pants too long for her despite her taller frame. She often rolled the pants up into capri-length pants that brushed the tops of her work boots. While presentable, the outfit did not flatter a woman's body the same way it would have for a taller young man's. Should she have changed? Did it matter? Her own clothes were better suited for daily wear than getting dusty, dirty, hairy and wet during morning chores and whatever afternoon task she was given.
Deciding that what was done, was done, Keles stepped into the office of the Candidatemasters, stopping to give Zella a 'guard' command to keep her on her toes and announced herself, "Good afternoon, Candidatemaster. I'm here for our meeting about my trial period for morning chores." Perhaps it was more formal than necessary, but she figured that a healthy respect for ranks wasn't going to be frowned upon and was better safe than sorry. Keles stood with her arms behind her back, hiding her hands that shook slightly with her hope that she had been given a favorable review from the Beastcrafters she had been helping for the last fortnight and that they, along with her superiors, would allow her to continue as she had been.
It's not failure but aiming too low, that is life's greatest tragedy.
OUTFIT: A dusty, slightly hairy shirt with wet spots from her afternoon chores, lent to her by her ex-fiance. It is obviously too long for her torso. A pair of pants that share the same obvious marks of having come from chores, rolled up to her knees and brushing the tops of her mid-calf work boots.
NOTES: Bolt is ground-tied off to one side of the Candidate Complex where she had ridden and left him to graze. Zella is lying by the door to the office, alert for people walking toward the door and prepared to let out a quiet wuff to alert them of people coming.