"Oh! She didn't have to leave. I wasn't going to be long." Evaine pursed her lips as the girl slipped into the hall, watching her leave for a moment before turning back to the Assistant Candidate Master. "No. Um. I just wanted to talk about the lists you use to keep track of candidates who do chores and things like that."
The girl could picture Chatorth's response in her head, rephrasing her sentence to make it more blunt and to the point. Really, that dragon was going to have to learn how to handle situations delicately. "I believe my name keeps accidentally ending up on them?"
Ylara leaned back in her chair and folded her hands before her as the Blackrider spoke, and nodded thoughtfully. She'd had a better look, and could see that the knots were not those of a fully trained rider, which named this young lady a Weyrlimg instead. "And what is your name? It is possible, if you're only recently Impressed, that my Master just hasn't remembered to remove you from her lists. And if not, then I can do something about it." She then smiled prettily and cocked her head. "I'm Ylara, by the way, rider of Wood Orylth."
You know, that's much more feasible than what I was thinking. Perhaps you shouldn't assume things. Don't make me... The mock threat trailed off aimlessly, as both Chatorth and Evaine were aware that neither would ever do anything that would bother the other. Oh, hush.
"Evaine. Rider of black Chatorth. That's a much more feasible idea than my silly notions of candidates placing my name on the list to get out of work." Evaine laughed, absently reaching up and running a hand through her short black hair. The Woodrider had a pretty smile - Evaine couldn't decide whether or not she'd make a good Candidate Master. "Especially if there's a whole bunch of shuffling with the Candidate Masters right now.
Ylara nodded and looked down at the sheet before her, eyes scanning it swiftly. "When did you Impress?" she inquired curiously even as she did so. That would help as well. She didn't see Evaine's name at first glance, but that didn't mean it wasn't there.
At the comment about shuffling the Candidate Masters around, she nodded. "Indeed. Things get lost or fogotten in transition times. I think the only ones who truly manage not to forget their duty in a Weyr are the Queens!" she replied, chuckling. A nudge at her mind had her eyes twinkling. "And other clutching females," she added, a gentle nod to her Wood's mental reprimand.
"And very diligent Weyrlings," murmured Evaine, glancing over at the messy Candidate Master's desk. It could use some good organization. Her mother would have hated that.
To be fair, her mother would also make a great Candidate Master. Not too firm, lovable, but able to scare the crap out of people if they weren't doing what they were doing. Too bad she'd never leave the house. She loved that place far too much.
Perhaps she could visit her on Chatorth when they learned how to Fly.
The first question finally hit her on the head. "Oh! Um, the most recent Hatching. Archith's." A smile flickered over her face as the memory of Chatorth swinging his head and meeting her gaze for the first time flashed through her mind. Best day ever, and that wasn't an understatement.
She nodded and lifted her gaze. "Ah that would explain it. She seems to be a bit forgetful at times, but I might be wrong," she said lightly. "If you only recently Impressed, then it's no wonder you keep ending up on our list. Your records have to be transferred to Inoria, and obviously haven't been yet." She sighed softly in amused exasperation with her Master and reached for her Wood, who touched to her immediately, inquiring what it was she wanted from her.
Once explained, she crooned and raised her head, searching for the Sunlance Bonded to the Weyrling Mistress.
"Indeed you do," Ylara replied easily. "I well remember those days, even though it's been more then a decade. I was quite proud but relieved when Orylth hunted successfully for the first time. It meant I didn't have to feed her anymore. She could feed herself." She smiled fondly at the memory, the pride that had bloomed in her chest that day.
Zaranyth, Mine would like to see Your's in her office for a moment if she's free? she told the other, younger female.
"I think I'll be more relieved!" Evaine's tinkling laughter echoed through the office. She glanced towards the window, looking out at the nice day with a small smile on her face. "Do they ever get less restless, though? Or is that just Chatorth?"
I resent that! The Black filled the line with all the love and care he could muster. From the other side of the Weyr, his eyes were whirling quickly. Oh, shut it.
"Restless?" The Woodrider cocked her head and frowned slightly, then shrugged. "Some dragons are restless by their very nature. Some are just hyper and calm down as they age, like my Orylth. She used to be all over the place until she matured. Then she relaxed and became much calmer."
Inoria had been out in her dragoness' cave when the Sunlance suddenly stilled and then gave an inquisitive croon. Smiling softly to herself as she rubbed the newly oiled hide, the Weyrling Mistress tilted her head to one side and nodded. "Alright, if they want us there. Do you know what for?" She scratched the sunlance's eye ridges only to receive a feeling of no the female did not understand why they were needed, just that they were. Yawning, the brunette clambered onto her dragon's neck and pulled her hair back into a high pony tail, at least that way she looked half way presentable.
Not that she cared too much anyhow. Giving Zaranyth the signal to leave for the other weyr, Inoria enjoyed the brief glide with closed eyes and a deep breath. She had almost forgotten what it was like to simply fly with the dragoness. "Perhaps we should do it again for longer on our way back?" The dragoness simply purred a loving croon and announced their arrival quietly, but friendly to the Wood. Folding in her dainty wings, she stayed out on the ledge though, prefering the warm sunlight to anything else.
In her rider went however, picking up one eye brow when she noticed the new Candidate Mistress was not alone. "Zaranyth said I was needed?"
Ylara looked up and smiled welcomingly to the Sunlancerider, inclining her head towards Evaine. "Indeed. It seems one of your Weyrlings keeps ending up on my chore list instead of your's'" she said lightly. "She was wondering if perhaps one of my Candidates was the culprit, but as she's so newly Impressed I was thinking it might just be that her records haven't been transferred to you yet. Evaine, of Black Chatorth?"
Having told the woman why she'd asked her there, she fell silent, waiting patiently for an answer to her query.
Oh. Well, she wasn't needed anymore, now that both of them knew and knew who she was.
"If everything's taken care of, I suppose I should... um... get on with chores and things?" Things more than chores. She had a bit of free time left; maybe she could compose a letter to her family and borrow one of the Weyr's firelizards before heading for her next bout of chores.
The Woodrider glanced at the girl and cocked her head, then inclined it and motioned her out. "Alright then," she said lightly. She then glanced at Inora. "If it's fine with you, of course. She is your charge."
She sighed, her head shaking slightly. "No, I know of you of course Evaine, but I don't understand why her records wouldn't have been transferred. I'm usually better than that at checking things." Meaning she probably was out exploring instead of doing her work again. Zaranyth laughed in the Wood's head, her tail coming to wrap around her front legs comfortably. "Is it possible that the paperwork was just lost in the transfer? Or that it got mixed back into yours?"