Tastes Like Purple }{ OPEN, PLZ

[beastiepie]

Naria was tired. Today's chores had really wore her out, particularly when she was helping in the kitchens. Her fingers were red and raw from steaming water and hard scrubbing, and she wasn't happy about it. She couldn't even sit outside and enjoy her favorite pastime, people watching, because her fingers throbbed and distracted her. So instead she had retreated to her quarters. She had taken to laying flat on her back in her cot, trying, and failing, to count the red hairs on her head.

Briefly she wondered if she should try and associate herself with the other Candidates.

She was taken by the notion, but a flurry of excitement from her open window caught her attention. Natt, her green flit, had just swooped in from some unknown place. In her claws was an odd purple flask, some sort of strange liquid inside. She was struggling to keep hold, so Naria sighed and plucked it from her. Natt gave a huff, but obediently crawled onto her shoulder as her owner inspected it.

Naria had no idea what the weird thing that Natt had just packed home was, but it looked pretty expensive. That meant that her little green had probably stolen it from someone, the little rat. Honestly, if Natt wasn't harassing her then she was getting into some sort of trouble. But Naria guessed she would give the firelizard some leniency- she was only a hatchling after all.

"Where did this come from, then?" Natt only gave a sharp squeal in response, which earned her a tap on the nose. Natt snorted and tried to nip Naria's finger, but missed. "We can't have you stealing things. That's a bad Natt and we are going to take this back right now."

Getting up, Naria gave herself a brief once over and exited the room with Natt still on her shoulder. Her fingers were still sore, but at least she had found something to do.

[angel]

Celette was feeling pretty darn proud of herself these days, she had basically gotten around the entire place, done every sort of job she could, and had made a good name for herself with her ability to learn and remember things. So it was with a bit of a pep in her step that she headed back to the barracks to change out of her, now sweaty, clothes. She had spent the day chasing children and cleaning lots of unsavory things off of them. Not her favorite job in the world but the kids were fun and they sure did know how to keep her busy. Thinking of that she looked down at the sickly colored stain on the front of her shirt. Poor little one just let his stomache up all over her. Good thing the washers were adept at their jobs! Also good that her father and mother had supplied her with more clothes than she needed and money to live off of till she either made impression or "came home".

Rounding the corner to the barracks Cel came nose to nose with another girl coming out. Big brown eyes went wide in shock and alarm. Backing up quickly she looked at the other candidate bashfully. The girl's hair was glorious! So bright and colorful, making Cel feel like the brown cat that sits on the stoop and looks at the pretty birds. "Oh dear I'm so sorry, I didn't expect anyone else to be here at the moment...though I guess I really should have considering it's a group living space...stupid holder thoughts die hard I guess." She said with a sheepish look.

Normally Celette wasn't the type to go running people over after all, it was just that she really had thought she'd be the only one off chores early. She had gotten her reprieve after being doused in baby vomit and other questionale body functions. Thinking of that she almost blushed at the thought of what she must look like. Holding it in she kept her shoulders straight and her head at a confident, but not cocky level. "Forgive me I know I must look awful...I had creche duties today and I had a new little guy friend be very sick today." This was said in an attempt to get it out there and save herself the feeling of being rude and dirty at the same time.

"I'm Celette, I don't think we've met yet." Her she held out her relatively clean hand just in time to see the lovely sitting on the girls shoulder. Smiling broudly Celette moved her thick hair off her shoulder to expose her sleeping queen. "Yours is lovely what's her name? This is Persnickety...and yes like her name she is a Haughty little thing...but I love her." Celette couldn't help but admire the little green. She had a soft spot for the color since they were so tiny and much more playful than her little fussy pants. Granted she wouldn't give her gold up for the world.

"What brings you back so early...well not early but we are the first to off duty." Looking down Cel's head quickly tilted. That was a rather expensive bottle of dye, or at least what she thought was dye. It looked exactly like the sort her mother had bought months ago, some of which had been traded to the weyr. The girl must be from a well off family as well to have such a bottle.

[b}"Are you dying cloth for a new outfit. I must say I admire the color so much...my mother refused to let me touch it....she thinks I don't have the proper appreciation of beautiful clothes....and mostly she is right...but I really do love that color so."[/b]