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Post by hrsegrl on Aug 31, 2009 18:48:01 GMT -6
Esabellana had been given chores that morning for being rude, yet again to some adult who didn't appreciate her attitude. Adults were not very understanding. Sometimes she didn't mean things the way they came out. "Hell of a day I'm having." She mumbled under her breath. The Kitchens were always busy. In fact that was the nice thing about it. You could slip in and eat and slip out again and no one noticed you!
Her mother was going to kill her. If she got into any more trouble they would probably tell her she couldn't be a chosen again. Sometimes she wished she could interview with the Council and not have to worry about all this baggage. She took a tray and found herself a nice round orange fruit, some leafy greens and bread. She didn't like to eat too heavy this late in the day. She was all for big breakfasts but the rest of the day she just nibbled. The last thing she took was a glass which was followed by pouring water. Everything was going swimmingly.
She wandered around the dining area looking for a place to sit. As she went to put her tray down her shoe slipped and although she stopped herself from falling she had gotten water all over herself and her chair. Not to mention her bread, soggy bread was gross. "Isn't this just DUCKY!" She said loudly. Loud enough to cause several people to look over at her. Esa was not in a good mood.
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Post by themidnightscribe on Sept 4, 2009 10:25:34 GMT -6
"Well, yes, I suppose it is. It's not every day that we get fruit, I am especially fond of the orange fruits myself. It's very lucky that the traders came the day before yesterday. And they had told me the Southern Delta was experiencing a rare dry season." Zircona said, she had been walking behind the young woman with her tray, making her way up to the head table. Though sometimes, she liked to sit among the other dwellers. She wasn't so high and mighty that she couldn't converse with with this girl, whom she rather doubted was a dragonrider- yet.
She set her tray down next to Esabellana and offered a small smile, "Now, I like my bread, but I'm not so hungry now. How about half my share? I see yours has gotten a bit damp there. Personally I like to dunk it in my stew broth, but its not so great sopping up water."
Why she was taking pity on this girl, she didn't know. She looked familiar, but she couldn't quite place her. Perhaps it was a sign that the usually busy Zircona had a bit of free time to eat.
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Post by hrsegrl on Sept 4, 2009 17:03:57 GMT -6
Esa stared blankly at the woman who was not upset that she had spilled water, like almost anyone else would be. Noting that her mouth was open she quickly shut it. "I beg your pardon. I've been having a bad day." She looked down at her own feet and tried not to think about how she was definately not going to be accepted into the Chosen now. It was better not to think about the bad when your day was turning out to be one of the worst in a while. Maybe the council was right. Maybe she was too immature for a dragon. It made her wonder though if all dragons acted mature?
The woman before her made her less nervous but at the same time made her feel worse about her outburst. People who were genuine and gracious were not often found around here so she could only guess this woman was on the council. She seemed wise enough. "Some bread would be most welcome. Thank you."
Esabellana did not stare at the woman though she quickly sat down. Esa had seated herself in the chair next to the one she had soaked. "I guess its a good thing I'm not wearing white."
She smiled warmly at the older woman, "You look familiar but I don't know that I know you. Are you on the council?" She was almost certain the woman was but she had been wrong before and who made her an expert on adults.
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Post by themidnightscribe on Sept 5, 2009 13:08:40 GMT -6
Zircona ripped off a chunk of her bread and handed it to Esabellana with a small smile. As the girl sat down and remarked about her clothing, the middle-aged woman chuckled, "Oh yes, a very good thing. I cannot afford to wear white, for I fear I would stain it or spill water on myself at every meal! It is a good thing that I often wear purples and blues." Of course those two colors were most abundant in Muor because of the flowers that were grown along the river. Also, Zircona was quite patriotic and enjoyed wearing her canyon's official colors.
Zircona looked at Esa a little closer and nodded, "Oh yes, quite a few years now. I'm probably the youngest on the council at the moment. Now you tell me, are you apart of the Chosen?"
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Post by hrsegrl on Sept 5, 2009 14:17:04 GMT -6
So, she had been right after all. Esabellana had not thought about her age because anyone older than her fit into the same category in her mind. Now that Zircona mentioned it she realized the woman was a bit younger than the other council members. She really should pay closer attention to things like that.
She decided to munch on some of her greens as Zircona asked her a question. One Esa would have been glad to avoid considering the circumstances. She swallowed the greens with difficulty as her throat had gone dry. "No. I've been trying. The last two years the Council has said I'm too immature to be a Chosen. " Esa made it clear she was not giving up though.
It was her goal to be a Chosen and ride a dragon. Esabellana believed that it was going to be her life so much so that she had never learned another craft. If she did not get into the Chosen she would not know what to do with herself. "I don't know that I'm going to get in this year. Today was a bad day and they tend to know the bad things..." She sighed. If only she would pay more attention to what came out of her mouth and how she worded it and in what tone.
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