Mon Apr 01, 2024 10:05 am
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Scara nodded with a smile. "Excellent. You still feel up for moving the beds, or do you want a break?" She knew some people could be warn out from cleaning more quickly than others. It was mentally taxing in some ways, as well as being physically exhausting the longer a person had to do it.
Scara took the objects Quentin offered, curious, sorting through them. "Doubt they'd be mine, but let's see," she said. She scowled a little once she realized what the teeth were from. "Well that's...morbid. And feels disrespectful." She sighed and set those aside. "I should send these between, or find a rider who'll do it. Dragonkin go between when they die, they shouldn't leave pieces of themselves behind." Honestly. Some people just had no respect.
She examined the string of beads next. "I don't recognize this as being anyone's in particular, and I suspect whoever owned it has long since bonded to their dragon or aged out." It didn't look especially valuable, so she could probably keep it if she really wanted to, but if it was a rider's, she'd essentially be stealing from them and she couldn't stomach the idea of that. "I'll bring this to Molly or one of the candidatemasters, see if they know who it might belong to, and if not they can put it in a lost and found or something.
Finally the seashell. Scara turned it over in her fingers. It was pretty. [b]"Not mine," she said. "My guess, someone went to the beach, thought it was pretty, pocketed it, and forgot about it the next day." She held it out to Quentin. "You want it? If not, I'll see if any of the other candidates do." She didn't feel as bad about taking the shell. It wasn't as though it could be owned in the same way a piece of jewelry was. Shells and rocks were fascinators, but parts of the natural world that should eventually find their way back if they were left behind. She'd throw it back in the sea if no one had any interest in it the next time she was at the beach.