Candidate Orientation/Barracks/2 weeks after Hatch

[Jay Kitten]

(Bring all ya'll's Candidates, we need one of these thingies for them! Also if you don't have one but want one for the next Hatching, now's a good time to make one so they can be oriented.)

It had been two weeks since the last Hatching, and those left Standing had continued to live in the Barracks, if they weren't poised to age out in a Turn or so. She had helped those whom were still here settle back into the routine of Candidacy, and had a few of them help her set up this orientation for those new to the Weyr whom had been Searched either just prior to, during, or after the Hatching. She expected that there might even be a few Candidates transferred from other Weyrs whom had too many. Rainbow Mists often received Candidates from Southern, as they were the only two Weyrs on the Southern Continent, and Southern was quite overpopulated.

She now leaned against the front desk of the Candidate Barracks, waiting for all of those new faces she expected to see here soon. She had posted the meeting required time on the Candidate board, so any of them passing it would've seen the large blood-red letters she always used to get the point across. She was a rather strict woman, and didn't tolerate much in the line of missing the first orientation.

Zojiroth had parked himself on the ledge just above the entrance to the Barracks, his eyes whirling their usual yellow with a tinge of orange as he peered down at all of the unfortunate Candidates whom were going to be under his watch. Moraiya couldn't help but cackle to herself in her mind, this might be fun this time around. If she had any particularly disobedient Candidates, at least. But if she had a handful of them that were all like that girl who'd Impressed the Starlight at the Hatching, then she might find that her job was too boring. Besides, it had been some time since she'd gotten to smack someone for misbehaving, and that was always fun. It was too bad that Rainbow Mists was a bit more lax on their Candidates than Southern was, she had been allowed to backhand anyone that had back-talked her. But here she had to watch it, lest she be considered too violent.

It wasn't as though she liked hitting children, surely, but she did like intimidating the annoying ones until they shut their traps. That much she did enjoy. The physical was reserved only for the worst ones that didn't quite get it.

For any Candidates who were entering the Barracks, though, after getting by Zojiroth's glaring gaze, they would only be met with Moraiya's harsh look, her crossed arms, and the large sign-in sheet next to her.

[Shoki]

Cyan was sitting around the Weyrbowl, looking up at the sky. She did not so much at glance at the lengths of string she had in her hands as she practiced her knots. Her olive tone fingers worked by touch with the off-white fibers, looping them and pulling them taut as she diverted her attention elsewhere. The different colors floating in an out of the bowl were interesting, and occasionally she spotted a bird in the air, something she always looked at more closely. None of them were the one she was looking for though. Unconsciously she began to sing a little tune, soft enough that no one would hear unless they were standing next to her. She was at this for a bit, until she turned her head quite suddenly to look at her shadow. It was about time. She got up and looked at the knotted mess in her hands. She had been told by her brother to keep practicing her knots, just in case. He was a wet rag on her excitement, but she loved him. She would now have to unknot it all. At least it was something for her hands to do. Most people didn’t take kindly to her singing inside.

She walked back to the candidate barracks, unknotting as she went. She was humming now instead of singing, more purposefully then before. She arrived outside the candidate barracks in no time at all, before stopping. She ceased humming and moving her hands, and instead looked up. A Blood dragon was perched above the barracks, staring at her. She tilted her head as she looked, a soft smile on her face. A lovely dragon. Much more colorful then Kiyosh. She thought Kiyosh was just beautiful though. She expected that it would be polite to greet the dragon so she waved to him before heading inside. As she entered she noticed the Candidate Master was looking rather harsh. The look seemed to just bounce off her for all she paid it mind. She was used to the stern and the grumpy, oddly enough. Since all of the ones she knew were sweet underneath, she just assumed everyone was. It did make her wonder if the woman was having a bad day though. Cyan didn’t know her, so she couldn’t know. She expected that outside of the interactions required, she would not run into her either. She walked up to the desk, still holding the mass of string, some knotted, some undone. The girl then stood up, just a little straighter, and spoke in a fluid manner. “I’m Cyanee Velion, here for the Orientation.” She glanced around without moving her head. “Am I early?” She didn’t seem either very shy or confident, outside of the ignoring of the harsh look. She had a very peculiar brand of neutrality that hung around her, something hard to pin down. Not that she realized it, but it had to do with her utter lack of drive. It came across in almost everything.