Chore Time

[Ayla]

Keia was just about through with the antics of her fellow candidates. Forget children, she had seen runners better behaved than Sinclare and Toska. She was mad about being pushed aside by Toska, and she was seething about Sinclare's lack of foresight. While was was thankful for Aruzhan's interference, Toska's was just unnecessary.

"You think people mean to set things on fire? Do you know how quickly wood catches, especially dry wood? I wouldn't trust your aim to hit the fireheights!" she said, her voice deadly quiet. Keia was ready to throw something, but she knew all too well that she couldn't do anything strong enough to change anything.

Keia swung around to face Toska. "And I have this under control. If you're so worried about getting the work done, why don't you start yourself," she hissed, maintaining the 'I'm going to kill you' tone in her voice. Dimglows, she thought, whirling away and practically stalking back to her brush and sweetsand.

She hopped back up on the table. "If everyone's done being dimglows-" here she shot a murderous glance to Sinclare and Toska "- let's get to work. If you have a broom, start sweeping."

[Astarte]

Well, Toska had to admit that she hadn't expected to be blown up at by the sudden dulcet tones of a shrilly-squealing shrew. Dropping her hand from Sinclare and turning to look at the girl who had just randomly exploded at her, she raised an eyebrow. "You didn't seem to have anything under control, darling," she said, free hand going to her hip and expression with something of the curious about it. "And you were working until you took a detour to throw a fit, so you might want to take your own advice." She watched Keia walk away with a half-smile, though she clenched her hand around the broom while she waited for her own anger to dissipate. Harpy, she thought, and briefly amused herself imagining Keia's head on the body of a fowl.

The murderous glance from the other girl got a genuine laugh out of Toska, and she once again slung the broom over her shoulder. "When did this turn into 'Who has the last word and gets to be the biggest man,' eh?" she called out, twiddling her fingers in a wave at Keia. "We've all got balls here, some metaphorical, some not, anyone else feel the need to whip theirs out to prove anything?" It was a dangerous move, yes, but at this point, Toska was feeling reckless. If they all wanted a fight, a fight they'd get. Otherwise, she'd sharding well get back to her work, thanks.

[spaceman]

The deathglare from Fire Boy didn't really scare Aruzhan. It wasn't like Sinclare was going to actually set him on fire in front of the Weyrwoman; that was a one-way ticket to being booted right out of Skysong altogether.

The prospect of random fights breaking out, however... That did put him on edge, a little. So many hair-trigger tempers, so little time -- and the conflict resolution portions of Harper training had never been his strong suit. But one minute there had been fire, and then suddenly everyone was yelling at each other around him, and he was standing in the middle wondering when he'd stepped into a minefield. This was completely stupid -- Sinclare was a loose cannon, yes. But both Keia and Toska seemed to think they should be working, not fighting, yet it seemed that neither could resist the opportunity to get in a snippy comeback.

Fortunately, no one was yelling at him right now. This might be about to change. "Well, if no one objects, I'm going to follow your advice and get to it. Because I, for one, don't want to be here until dawn cleaning. I'll be. Uh. Over there." He gestured vaguely in the direction of the lower caverns, then picked up his bucket and turned to leave.

On his way past Sinclare, he tapped the boy on the shoulder and lowered his voice to a quieter, more private tone. "You're headed with me, right? We should get out of here before this gets uglier." He raised both eyebrows and gave the other boy his best girls are so crazy, at least we're in this together look. Aruzhan had seen catfights before. They spiraled out of control fast. Sometimes there was collateral damage. The best solution would probably be to remove the unstable pyrokinetic who had sparked this particular fight from the area, under the guise of males banding together for self-preservation.

[wylvaren]

"Things seem to be going well," Wy'ren stated as he walked up to Asmyra, via moving silently through the crowd. Dressed in riding leathers, the twenty-two Turn old moved silently toward the Weyrwoman, careful not to get in the way of the cleaning candidates. He regarded several candidates with interest, but said nothing on his thoughts. "How fares Zarinth and yourself, Weyrwoman Asmyra?" the Silverrider questioned as he leaned back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, black bangs covering icy blue orbs that scanned the area and watched.

Having just dropped His at the caverns, Jyanrith sent a bugling greeting to Zarinth, then winged up to a ridges and settled himself above the entrance, waiting for His to exit and return them both to their quiet weyr. There is to much noise!

[/color] Jyanrith complained, causing Wy'ren to chuckle. "Jyanrith is none to pleased with all this commotion you've stirred up," Wy'ren chuckled, though it came out a dry sound. "Testing them?" he asked curiously, nodding to the candidates, watching as they broke themselves up into groups and seemed to get their tasks done.

His attention was grabbed by a small group of candidates, seemingly fixing to start something. Slowly, he pushed himself off the wall, but moved no more past that. When it came right down to it, Asmyra was in more control than he. He was just big, big enough to possibly scare the slightly younger candidates into ending their squibble. His mind wondered for a moment, thinking on how the Riders in power, were all in their early twenties, while the more advanced Riders seemed to fall in at the back of the line. It could cause problems . . . With Zarinth's three Queen daughters and their future Riders. Asmyra would have her hands full.[/size][/blockquote]

[Faerie Fyre]

Few things in life were better than two girls fighting, according to the male psyche. However, the enjoyment of such a scene was severely dampened when they had begun fighting by rounding on him.

"Forget this crap," Sinclare snarled when the two female candidates started fighting. He didn't need help getting kicked out of Skysong, and he sure as between was cold that he didn't want to return to the Hall. Work was good and well, but there wasn't a single person there he would want to interact with again.

"You're headed with me, right? We should get out of here before this gets uglier.

Sinclare recognized this as an attempt to get the shard out of there, and grasped it with both hands. He joined Aruzhan on the way to the Lower Caverns, walking away from the shrill-voiced, pushy, obnoxious chits who thought they were better than he was. Must be some sort of trait of girlhood.

The diamond queen on his shoulder tightened her throttle-hold, then relaxed to merely a choke-hold. Her claws had sunk into Her person's shoulder in a reminder to behave.