Chores can be fun! (Tivax/Candidates)

[Cait]

”It’s not what I need, boy. It’s what you need to be doing! I can garruntee you that building snow people is not one if your chores.”

Dav’s eyes went wide as she fumbled to stand at attention. Whoever this woman was, she clearly wasn’t one to be trifled with. In fact for all that the woman was shorter than even Dav herself, she was fairly certain that the woman had cuffed more than a few ears in her day.

“I don’t know, but she’s scary.”

”Do not think that I cannot hear you. Stand to, Candidates!”

Dav blinked and shifted close to Tiv, bumping into him. Yeah, this wasn’t good at all.

”Get to work before I find the Candidatemaster and have him tan your hides. Go on, get!”

Davquil stared at the woman for a moment before turning her head and looking at Tivax. Was the woman serious? Who was she even? Then the woman took a step forward with her hands raised and Dav suddenly didn’t care who she was. With a little squeak she jumped back. “I say we get out of here. See you later?”

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

Tivax closed his mouth with an audible snap. If there was one thing he was certain of, it was that annoying this woman would get him all of nowhere. He didn’t see what was wrong with building the snow-people; he and Dav had finished the chore first. He wasn’t about to argue that with the woman in front of him however.

Tivax silently recited a few choice oaths as the woman took exception to Dav’s reply, barking at them to “stand to”. He was just starting to straighten up so that he was standing at attention when Dav bumped into him.

“Get to work before I find the Candidatemaster and have him tan your hides. Go on, get!”

Tivax glanced over at Davquil. He didn’t have the slightest idea who the woman was, let alone if she meant her threat or not. His response to the woman’s approach was similar to Davquil’s response. Granted, in his case it involved stepping back, rather than jumping in that direction, but his stride was long enough that a step backwards from him carried him nearly as far as Davquil’s jump had carried her.

“I’ll second that decision,” Tivax replied. He nudged Dav with his shoulder, as though to push her in towards the closest exit, then quickly spun and darted across the Bowl and through the exit on the far side. He stopped once he was through and glanced back, checking to see if Dav had likewise made it to safety.