A Dragon is Our Only Friend (Carey/Evelyn)

[Lucifo]

Carthusia sighed, running a rough hand through her ragged hair. Ugh, the amount of work she was expected to do without a bath in between tasks... Her hair needed a wash and oiling, her skin needed moisture... She was upset that she looked so unkempt at the moment. She held herself in higher regard than this!

And still no eggs on the sand, either... Carey kept herself in good spirits with the thought that her perfect, amazing dragon was waiting for her. It wasn't laid yet. Yes, that was the only reason she wasn't yet a rider. The golds of High Reaches were busy knitting her perfect partner bit by bit.

And perfection took time.

It was the only thing keeping her from tossing her cursed bunk in frustration.

She decided to go searching for some hair and body oil for her hairbrush simply wasn't enough at this juncture. She turned a corner and ran right into someone's chest.

"Ah! Shards... excuse me..." she spat, her hair getting in her mouth. Looking up... and up... and up... Shells, how tall was this person? Carey blinked up at the person, shocked.

[Fel]

All Evelyn wanted was a break. Some time to relax before they were inevitably required to do something else thoroughly ridiculous. They swore, the Candidatemasters just assigned tasks to the Candidates arbitrarily, without thought as to whether the tasks were appropriate to their skills, urgent, or remotely useful. What a drag. Because really, making them do stable chores? Ew. Who liked those dirty animals? They defecated in their stalls, and then half the time stepped in it. Awful creatures. Dragons were obviously far superior.

They were rather lost in their own thoughts when another Candidate, apparently not watching where she was going, ran straight into them. They looked down at her, immediately disapproving, though they plastered a smile on their face anyway. Even if nobody who could bear to look so slovenly was really worth their time, well, they did have a reputation to uphold.

"Oh, it's no trouble at all!" they said with false cheer. "It's quite all right to be clumsy, really."