D'ziel walked into the candidate barracks, still completely covered in flour. Pounce trailed after him, half hoping for some of the delicious pie that her master was holding. The silver feline had been much better behaved recently, much to D'ziel's comfort. Hocteth was beginning to find Pounce bearable, but today the weyrling had bigger things on his mind. He was a little late, and hadn't bothered to change after he got the pastry in his hands. D'ziel had traded favors with one of the cooks, and had spent most of the morning hauling ingredients around. What he hadn't expected was that one of the bags of flour hadn't been sealed properly, and it was obvious how that had gone. Still, most of the loose flour had been dusted off so now he didn't give off a puff of white smoke with each step. They got to the right barrack and D'ziel poked his head in.
"Dan? Sorry I'm late, I got hung up. Things just didn't go as planned." Pounce didn't wait for an invitation and simply meandered into the barrack. She made a beeline for Dandzeal, meowing prettily once she was sure she had his attention.