Dunk the Candidate

You reach the cliff hiding the beach and move around it, heading towards the lake.

Volcanic Stone
The ground here is worn down to bare rock that forms a lip of the lake. The clear blue water is enticingly close with the waterfall spraying down into it on the other side. Although the pond isn't needed much for bathing dragons with the sea so close at hand, sometimes the weyrlings of young dragonets use it. All the weyrfolk and riders love to take a dip from time to time. This stone is big enough for a few dragons to lay on its sun-baked warmth.
It is summer.
Carise is here.
Obvious exits:
Lake Training Grounds

Maralia turns the corner of the small cliff and moves down the beach towards the lake.
Blarney turns the corner of the small cliff and moves down the beach towards the lake.

Blarney zips around the weyr wall, wings spread as he spies out the ground below. Aha - peoples!

Kreen takes to the air above and flits here and there, kreeling and chirping at the joy of being free.

Carise is settled down lightly on the bare rock lip of the lake. Her legs are folded beneath her as a white garmet is gathered in her lap, the candidate's head bent over the work as she follows a marching seam around the edge, humming softly to herself under her breathe.

Maralia wanders in laughing lightly as her blue firelizard flies above her, riasing a ruckus.

Azarin strolls along the edge of the water, a canine close to his heels and a towel thrown over his shoulder. "You better not jump in there, Marly," he says, wagging a finger at the mutt as he stops for a moment to look at her sternly, "I don't want to comb out that coat of yours again, /or/ dry it!" Hearing laughter, he looks up and gives Maralia a smile and a wave before moving along the shore toward the waterfall.

Blarney's attention is caught by a flash of white. Ooo, shiny. Folding his wings, he dips down to investigate. *Swawk!* he croaks as he whizzes by Carise's shoulder. (That's flit-ese for 'whatcha doin'?')

Maralia turns and waves at Azarin, before laughing again at both firelizards this time, as she saw the bronze flitting around too. "Taking Marly for a walk again Aza?" she says to the boy.

Carise's bronze and one of her greens are settled nearby, the firelizards curled up neatly, until the appearance of the other bronze. That has Carise glancing upwards, instinctively ducking, clutching the garmet close. Letting the distraction pass, she glances around her, following Maralia with her eyes, before smiling slightly at the candidate and his canine partner. "Hello you two.."

So many distractions, so little time. Which to pay attention to first? Blarney is torn. The white was interesting, but now there's a blue in the air and a furry four-legged thing on the ground. This can only mean one thing.... playtime!

"No," Azarin comments to Maralia, with a crooked grin. "She's just got it in her head to keep on following me. At least Tapau's not mad at me for it anymore.." Shrugging, he waves at Carise and moves over to sit next to her. "Sometimes I think I'd Impressed her, like I did Basil.. But at least Basil doesn't follow me around anymore," he continues, going off on another ramble. "Basil's my firelizard." Glancing at those flitting around at the lake, he frowns, "Y'know.. I don't even know where he is right now."

Carise
Dark brown hair, which could be mistaken for black, is pulled back into many braids. These braids in turn are pulled into a ponytail of sorts. The braids are dyed either silver or red, but some are left the natural dark brown. The resulting ponytail is a dazzling array of contrasting colors. The dark hair surrounds a round face, which is characterized by the ice blue eyes. Her eyes draw you in, and after a moment's inspection, a mischievous glimmer is apparent. Her small nose is covered with freckles, and her whole self is tanned, it seems from years of working outdoors.
She is wearing a short weyrhide skirt that barely reaches her knees. It is dyed a deep blue and appears to be well worn. Hold it up, is a plain leather belt with a star as the buckle. A lighter blue sleeveless tunic, which matches her eyes, clods her. Heavy brown weyrhide boots cover most of her calves and provide protection. Loeje regards you, perched atop Carise's shoulder. Karibean regards you, perched atop Carise's shoulder. Taury regards you, perched atop Carise's shoulder. Dusck regards you, perched atop Carise's shoulder.
Carise is 21 Turns and 8 days old.
She is awake, but has been staring off into space for 4 minutes.
Carrying:
Dusck
Taury
Karibean
Loeje

Maralia
She is a fairly tall, athleticly thin and leggy blonde. Her blonde hair falls to just above her waist in a tightly woven braide bound with a strip of leather at the end. She has eyes that are an unusual blend of blue and green, and they sparkle like the waters of the lakes on a sunny day.
On her shoulder is a neatly tied knot, of a single white cord twisted with cords of black and orange, showing that she is a current candidate at Ista Weyr.
Black work pants encase her long legs, before the hems disappear into the tops of her boots. A, somewhat faded blue, mid-weight shirt hugs her upper body and is tucked into the waistband of her pants. On her dainty feet are heavy well cared for leather boots. Over the top of her clothing, she wears a somewhat bulky leather work coat, the hood of which she keeps drawn about her head and face when out of doors. The whole outfit is very warm for such weather, but the coat gives her a bit of a childish look. What she wears may be faded and worn looking, but is well mended and cared for.
Maralia is 18 Turns, 9 months, and 6 days old.
She is awake, but has been staring off into space for 5 minutes.

Azarin
At a height of nearly 5'10 this young man is hardly one of the shortest people on Pern. His cool gray eyes look out from underneath dark, straight eyebrows. A fairly straight narrow nose lies right in the middle of his face, a minute scar on one side only perceivable because it is lighter than his tanned skin. High cheekbones make his cheeks look hallow, giving him an almost gaunt appearance, which his sharp chin does nothing to amend. Wiry muscles of arm and leg, and a slim overall figure gives him an rather menacing look, though the light in his eyes is quick to turn warm. Dark hair, growing longer again after a brief encounter with shortness, falls limply around his ears and across his eyes, a constant annoyance that he will not admit to.
A simple knot of three cords twisted together hangs from his left shoulder. Orange, black and white announces him to be a Candidate at Ista Weyr.
The sleeves have been ruthlessly ripped off Aza's maroon tunic, to account for the heat of the Istan summer. Open at the neck, it shows a bit of a nearly hairless chest, tanned from hours spent in the sun (without a shirt). His trousers are in no better shape. Black-dyed canvas has been cut off just above the knees, the loose strands of thread caressing his bronzed thighs. Held tightly to his long feet by black leather straps are thick-soled sandals, well worn and scratched several places.
Azarin is 19 Turns, 10 months, and 8 days old.
He is awake and looks alert.

Blarney
Statuesque: a thousand hands have worn tempered bronze to brassy sheen atop domed head and across large footpaws in vain attempts to absorb mythic fortune. His antiqued finish remains unmarred running the length of lean frame and lanky limbs, which possess an unexpected fluidity of motion. Turning to burnished metal along tail's sharp whiplash, imperfections are unnoticeable, burned clean by forge's fire. A twined band of orange and black encircles his hind leg, indicating he is from Ista Weyr.
Blarney is 12 Turns, 8 months, and 8 days old.

Maralia chuckles as she speaks "Well that blue up there is mine, and I'm not sure who the bronze belongs to, though it seems to have a band showing that his pet is a resident here."

Carise pillows the large garment in her lap, crossing her arms over it, shoving the needle she was using deep into the cloth to secure it. Glancing upwards at the firelizards overhead, she giggles softly. "If Marly's bad, following you around, think of if you Impress at the real thing.." Scary, isn't it? Leaning backwards on one hand, she giggles softly. "Probably off with the rest of them, you know."

Maralia looks around and finds herself a rock to perch on and enjoy the view, "He could be in the barracks there were an awful lot of them in there sleeping when I left this morning to start my chores."

Blarney executes a perfect landing a few handspans in front of Carise. His claws click on the rock as he inches closer, miniature bronze head cocking from one side to the other. Almost there... almost there... the white stuff calls to him like a cream-filled meatroll fresh from the oven.

Azarin hadn't thought of that. The real thing following him around all the time like that silly mutt. "Oh, right.. But at least a dragon talks back." Whether that's a good thing or not, he wasn't sure, but the conversations with Marly was kind of one-sided. Grinning at the bronze landing near Carise, he pokes the candidate's thight, then point at the firelizard. "Careful he doesn't tear your robe.."

Carise squirms at the poke, sticking out her tongue at Azarin, before she glances curiously at the unidentified bronze, tilting her head to peer at him, holding the cloth closer to her protectively. "It's not to play with, silly." Yet even then she flicks a corner of the robe at her. Ysoni won't notice a little corner with play marks on it. Waggling the white piece of cloth a few handspans off the ground, she glances at Azarin again. "I'm not worried... It's not mine." It doesn't matter to her.

Maralia sits back little looing skyward with a sigh, "I hope it's not this hot during the hatching."

Blarney jerks his head back suddenly, wings opening excitedly. It moves! It dances! It's alive! With a happy squeel he makes a grab at the white stuff, tiny jaw snapping. It's mine, I say! It's mine! All mine! Mwhahaha!

Azarin grins crookedly, beginning to untie his sandals one buckle at a time. Glancing up at Maralia, he frowns slightly, lifting the corner of his mouth a little, "it'd be nice if it wasn't as hot outside as inside the hatching caverns," he agrees, tossing his sandals behind him to a reasonably safe distance from the water. "I sometimes feel like I'm inside an oven. It never got this hot back home..."

Maralia chuckles "I guess I'm used to it by now, have been here as long as I have."

"You going for a swim?" Rise asks Azarin curiously, shifting to prop her arm over a knee, letting the corner of the cloth dangle, tugging on it playfully as its claimed by Blarney. "One thing I liked about it there... Home it was hot, there it was not. Not much a fan of doing anything if its too hot." Even if it's just standing there.

Blarney sinks his teeth into the cloth, but his moment of exhiliration is brief as the material is immediately tugged back. He stumbles after it, still attached and lifts his front claws to assist. A humorous hop-skipping dance ensues. A low growl excapes his throat as he shakes his head, pulling back only to get tugged forward again.. and again.... Gimme, gimme, gimme!

Azarin nods, pulling his tunic over his head to toss it back to the sandals further back from the water's edge. Turning to the mutt, he grabs hold of her head, staring her straight in the eyes. "You stay here, hear?" Looking back at Carise, he grins broadly, eyes twinkling, "wanna come too? How 'bout you, Maralia?"

Kreen spirals downward to hover above the tug-of-war, before landing on a nearby rock to watch with fascination.

Carise lets the firelizard have the larger then normal sized robe, standing up quickly, brushing the dust off of her clothes. "Should I? I was in there before..." Thus the bathing suit. Glancing around her, the robe is forgotten. Ysoni should have done it herself. Sticking her tongue out slightly at Azarin, she takes a few hesitant steps towards the water, peering at it.

Victory! Blarney creels in joyous rapture as the white stuff becomes his at last - where's the females? Did they witness that triumphant win? The determination, the sheer skill? Happily he dives inside the volumous layers and quickly disappears, only to be seen as a moving, bouncing, tangled white lump.

Azarin nods eagerly, motioning at the very cool-looking water. Isn't it just tempting? "Yeah, it's so boring swimming alone," he says, lifting a bare shoulder in a shrug. He'll just keep his shorts on, for the sake of the girls, see. The candidate doesn't own a swimsuit to wear for such situations. Giving Carise a long look saying 'please say yes' he takes another step closer to the edge, getting ready to jump in. Deep breath. Hesitating, he curls his toes over the stoney edge waiting for the other candidate to go first.

Maralia laughs as she watches the bronze become entangled within the robe before saying to the others "I will in a bit, but first I'd just like to sit here for a few moments and get a bit of sun."

Carise hesitates a moment longer, glancing over her shoulder with a snicker at the tangled white lump, glancing back at the water. "I don't see why not.." Regarding it, she takes a deep breath, nodding in affirmation to Maralia, before grinning. "You go first!" And before he can protest, she reaches over to give the prepping candidate a push towards the water's surface.

"Hey..." Arms flaying, Azarin goes flying toward the water landing belly first with a mighty splash, surfacing with a splutter, turning to spit water and give Carise a fierce look. "Not fair!" he yells, but can't help but laughing now that he's caught his breath again. Treading water, he splashes water up at her, then quickly turns to swim away a few yards. "Well, c'mon in then. It's nice and cool. Why don't you come too, Maralia?"

The White Lump inches slowly across the rock as it rolls and curls around on itself. Hey, how do you get /out/ of this thing??

Carise beams down at at him broadly, tilting her head as she carefully stands at the very edge of the lake, crossing her arms infront of her ponderingly. "Well, now I'm not sure I should.." The White Lump (tm) is watched out of the corner of her eye, the candidate distracted as she giggles at the sight. That's something you don't see everyday..

Maralia stands and leaves her rock and approaches the one where Carise and aza were sitting, she gently begins moving the material around trying to untangle the little bronze.

That White Lump catches the interest of Marly the Mutt and her urge to join Aza in the water is overcome by curiousity to investigate this phenomenon. Trotting closer, her nose to the ground, she nudges the Lump, giving off a little woof at the movement. It smelled familiar for some reason..

The White Lump suddenly goes flat, tipping over with a disgruntled screech. Immediately it's up again, seeming to grow as wings attempt to spread beneath the restrictive covering and combat the intruder. En garde, whoever you are!

Maralia giggles some more as she tries to untagle the White Lump from the robe. "Oh hold still you silly thing, I'm tyring to help you" she says as she works.

Azarin dives, disappearing underneath the water's surface completely. Staying down for several moments, he suddenly reappears at the edge where Carise is standing, looking up at her as he holds onto the rocks with this fingers. "But I thought you liked me," he says, giving her a mock pout, though it doesn't quite work for him. Acting is not one of his strong sides.

Carise catches her breath as Maralia moves to untangle the White Lump, before the introduction of Marly to the mix as well. Shaking, she settles down on the edge of the rock, dangling her feet into the water, looking at Azarin with wide eyes. "Did I? I never knew I said I didn't..."

Marly squeaks - the way that canines would squeak - and takes flight, straight toward the water with her tail between her legs. Only safe place to be would be close to Aza, her protecter, right? Even if that was in the water. Water Good. White Lump Bad.

The White Lump doesn't make things easy for Maralia. With it's sight being rather restricted, it doesn't know the difference between a poking canine nose and intrusive fingers, helpful as they are. A continual series of high-pitched complaints accompanies the girl's attempts. Who's got me now? Put up yer dukes! You'll never take me down, ya hear? Never! Never!

Maralia gives a sigh, before restarting her efforts to Free the Lump. Finally she finds something with color peeking out through an arm hole.

"Marly! Noo!" Azarin manages to yell just before a great splash showers him with droplets. Groaning, he leans his head against the edge of the pool for a moment, then looks up at Carise with a dismayed expression on his face. "You'll have to excuse me, Rise," he says, the pushes off to swim after the errant canine, who's making her way toward the middle of the lake. "Marly.. Get back.. Marlyyy... I swear I'll never let you come here again..."

Carise takes the yell as a warning, clamping her hands over her head, squealing as she's splashed as well, making faces. The result of her squirming is the canidate sliding into the water, bobbing to the surface a short time later. Shaking her head, she whips her face rather ineffectually with a wet hand, turning herself around to watch the pursuit. "You got her?" The White Lump is forgotten for now. Swimming canines are much more fun.

And so it does - a tiny bronze head with wide sparkling eyes blinking sharply against the sudden bright light. Squirming the rest of the way out of the material, he looks up at his savior gratefully. My hero! No, wait! my heroine!

Maralia chuckles as the bronze emerges from th cocooning material "Well I hope you learned your leson little man."

"Yep..." Azarin sputters, breathlessly taking one more stroke and then loops an arms around the canine. Marly however, is not so easily swayed and she snaps at the candidate, fraying in an attempt to get loose. "Mar..." sputter. Swallowing a mouthful of water Aza has no alternative to let the mutt go on her merry way, turning to swim back to the shore, coughing as he goes. "Silly mutt," he squeaks, leaning his arms on the edge while regaining his breath. "She'll come back when she's tired..."

Maralia turns from the bronze to the watrs and begind giggling as the Marly takes off in the water, "Marly is going to be a wonderful mess after this."

"As long as she does come back... I'm not stuck helping clean her up." Even though Carise probably wouldn't refuse to help if asked. Treading water, her head bobs up and down just above the water for a moment, disappearing for a long minute, the candidate resurfacing to push the hair out of her face at to grasp at the edge, blinkign the water out of her face to look at Aza. "You okay?"

Blarney seems to have learned his lesson, indeed. His first step is halted as he is nearly tripped up by one leg still hooked on the robe. Jerking his foot, he yanks it free and barks a sharp reprimand at the material, turning his back and folding his wings strictly at his side as he prances away. Bad white stuff! Bad! Now, where did that furry thing go?

Looking up at Maralia, Azarin nod raising a hand to wipe away a wet strand of hair from his eyes. "How'd you like to help fix 'er up, since Rise doesn't?" he asks, grinning at the candidate, then turns to Carise, giving her a nod and a broad smile. "Aye, I'm okay. And she'll be back. She can't be swimming 'round forever, can she?" Just don't mention to him that she doesn't necessarily have to come ashore right where /he/ was waiting for her.

Maralia smiles and nods "I'll help you get her fixed up as soon as she's all tired out from swimming and stuff."

"I'll help if you really need me too..." And making a face, Carise folds her arms on the ledge, resting her chin on her forearms, watching the robe continue to be dragged around. "Ysoni's going to be upset about her robe." Oops. Tipping her head back, she stares up at the sky quietly. "You have any idea how long she can swim around for?"

Blarney gets a running start and leaps into the air, all grace and smooth demeanor once again. Scanning the area, he is distracted in his search for the Furry Thing, by some bobbing things in the water. Those look fun! They remind him of when dragons float in the water - they never mind when he lands on them. Should be the same with these, even if they are smaller, right? Choosing a patch of dark hair, he goes in for a nice, smooth landing.

Azarin fairly beams with all the offers of help, but then shared a moment of worry with Carise as he follows her gaze up at the sky. "I dunno..." he mumbles, turning to look back at the swimming canine. "Maybe I should try catching her again." Pushing off the pool's edge with his feet, he propels himself in the direction of the joyously swimming mutt, going round in circles near the middle. A sudden weight on top of his head makes him stop, yelping, his arms flaying to shoo away whatever it was that had landing on top of his head. "Riiiise.. What's that on my head??"

Blarney screeches in surprise and backwings as what looked like a rather nice landing pad suddenly becomes a jerking, tanglesome, multi-limbed mass of movement! He flops around for a moment as his claws get stuck in Azarin's hair, his sqwawks of dismay clearly berating him with a 'this wouldn't happen if you'd sit still!' attitude. He tips over as he collides with one of Azarin's arms and falls flailing into the water, sending spray after spray all over Azarin as he tries to right himself. Finally taking to the air again, he hovers over the candidate and gives him a sound lecture. This just isn't his day! In a huff, he twirls and heads for the bowl.

Blarney wanders towards the Training Grounds.

Maralia is sitting on a rick just laughing at the whole scene. "I hope you didn't hurt the poor thing Aza."

Carise is only half paying attention, nodding in agreement to the idea, when the bronze chooses the head of Aza for a landing spot. Opening her eyes wide, she moves through the water, causing great splashes to go here and there in her haste to get there. "It's that... bronze!" And she bobs beneath the water, starting to tread water in time to see the bronze disappearing. "Are you okay?" Rise turns herself around in the water to peer at the departing flizzen, a quick glance at Maralia. "What if it hurt poor Aza?"

Azarin hurt the poor thing? Aza is the one with scratch marks on his scalp and arms, isn't he? Looking around, the candidate bops in the water as he threads water, slowly regaining his posture and losing the expression of fear on his face. "Where'd it go?" he asks, glancing at Maralia, then Carise and then over at Marly who's noticed nothing and is still swimming merrily round and round. "I'm okay, thanks, Rise. I was just... Surprised, is all."

Maralia chuckles as she points back towards the bowl, "He went that way Aza. I don't think he'll be back anytime soon."

"I... I think you scared him away. He went... someplace else. I don't know the specifics." Rise wrinkles her forehead, another cautious glance tossed in the direction of the bowl as she continues to tread water. Shaking her head, she gives a shy giggle. "Don't worry about it..." And then she pushes a splash in the direction of Aza. "I think Marly'll come in when she's tired?"

Azarin breathes a sigh of relief, grinning foolishly at panicking over a little firelizard using his head for a landing pad. Closing mouth and eyes against Carise's splash of water, he nods and splashes water at her in return, then swims back to the shore. "She'll be easier to catch on dry land anyway..."

Maralia smiles and sits back on her rock, just enjoying the time away from chores. "She should be tired enough that she won't be much trouble." she's referring to the canine in the water.

Carise ducks under the surface, hoping to avoid the splash, coming back up a bit further own. Twisting around, she tries to discern where she is, floundering for a second before settling into a not-so-neat, but effective, stroke towards the shore. "You had better hope, anyway." Bobbing her head, even as it earns her a mouth full of water, "I suppose that's true enough."

And just so, Marly has had enough of swimming and follows her friend Azarin to the shore. Laughing, the candidate hauls himself up on the rock, then leans down to pull the wet canine out of the water as well. There's something about that smell of wet mutt, isn't there? "Well, that wasn't so hard," he says, grinning at the girls while keeping a good hold on Marly's collar. Don't want her running off toward the bowl. And the dust. At least here there was nothing but rock. "Mara? Would you gimme the towel, please? It's right over there by my sandals."

Maralia nods and gets the towel for Aza, handing it to him before giving Marly a par on the head. "She's very tired, I'm glad for that. Now we won't have to cahse her."

Carise gets to the shore after the wet canine, the candidate remaining in the water, chin resting once more on her forearms, watching the drying procedure. "Is that all you have to do? Dry her off?" But even that takes enough time to get sick of the smell of wet canine. As the towel is brought, Carise ducks beneath the surface, pulling herself out. The extra bouyancy is used, and she's quickly sitting on the rock once more, dripping water around her.

Giving Marly a good rubdown, Aza smiles to himself, grinning as the mutt rolls around to get a bellyrub. "She'll have to get brushed too," he explains to Carise as the candidate comes out of the water. A prospect he's not looking forward too, and he shows it by giving Maralia a crooked grin. Last time they'd groomed - or tried to groom - Marly, the mutt had run off with a brush stuck to her coat. "I'll have to get back to the caverns for the brush, though."

Maralia chuckles "The last itme you did that, you go the brush stuck in her coat and she took off and we ended up chaisng her.

Carise makes a face. "Wouldn't it be easier to let it dry, then brush it out? Brush might not get stuck, then." Propping up her knees, she wraps her arms around her calves and thighs with a giggle. "She did? I assume you finally caught her to get it out?" The canine is then eyed, just incase she decides to run off again.

Azarin blushes, looking away from both girl, pretending to concentrate on drying the canine's coat. "Well, I had to cut her coat to get it out," he say, indidating a spot near her back where Marly's hair is somewhat shorter than the rest. "It was just stuck and she wouldn't let me pull it out, y'know.." Holding the towel up for a critical eye, the candidate finds that it's useless now, completely soaked through and the mutt isn't even dry yet. Looking back and forth at Maralia and Carise, his eyes are pleading, "please don't tell Tapau that she got away from me again?"

Maralia says, "I promise Aza. besides it does Marly good to get out and swim and burn off energy.""

Carise ducks her head slightly, covering up a quiet giggle at the short patch. "Atleast you got it out..." The blush is either missed or ignored, Carise lifting her chin to look at Azarin, with a quick shake of her head and wide eyes. "No... of course not. I won't say a word to anyone.

Azarin nods, wrapping his arms around the damp canine, to keep her from running off again. "I s'pose it is good for her to swim.. If only it wasn't so hard to get her dry after," he says, wincing as Marly moves to rub against the scratches on his arms. "Sharding firelizard," he mutters, examining the red lines. "At least it's not very deep.."

Maralia loks over at Aza's arms and nods, "I'm glad they aren't to bad, I mean they could have been pretty nasty."

Carise tilts her head to peer at his arm as he mutters, shifting around to get a better look at his arm, glances from the scratches to his face, and back to the scratches. "Are you okay? They... they don't look too bad, but you probably should get them looked at." The canine is on the receiving end of a piercing glare, one which includes a soft hiss under her breath.

Maralia reaches out to pat Marly agian and to offer the canine a meatroll from her pouch, "here ya go Marly, I was going to eat it, but I'm not hungrey."

Azarin shrugs, glancing down his bare arms wrapped around Marly, the canine chomping down the meatroll offered by Maralia. "It's just a few scratches. I've had worse, when going through brush in the forest," he explains, letting his fingers run over the scratches of the other arm. "It only hurt when I touch 'em..."

Carise cringes slightly, tightening the hold she has on her legs, making a face. "Maybe you shouldn't touch them, then?" Tearing her gaze from it, she tries to focus on the canine, but she keeps coming back to look at the scratches. "It doesn't look much worse then the littles do, but we'd still wash them out.."

Azarin chuckles, removing his fingers from the scratches and burying them in Marly's coat instead. "Well, I s'pose," he mumbles, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "I mean, they could keep me from Standing if they got infected, right?" He'd been scared to death when his foot had been injured that time when the tithe train came in and they'd told him he might not get to Stand after all. "Maybe I /should/ go get 'em cleaned... The ones on my head too."

Carise bites her lip, tilting her chin up to peer at his head, nose twitching, before she nods. "I think they could? And they might mar your looks... those ones on your head, anyway." With a bit of a smile, she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. "It doesn't hurt to be safe.."

"I should take care of Marly first, though," Azarin says, getting to his feet, still holding tight on the mutts collar, then moves to go get his sandals and tunic, picking those up with his other hand.

Maralia nods "I should get back to mending clothing and stuff." with that she heads towards the bowl.
Maralia wanders towards the Training Grounds.

Carise makes a face, before eventually nodding. "I... I suppose you should. But just.. make sure that you take care of it, okay?" She manages a half smile, lifting an eyebrow curiously.

Smiling, Azarin nods, waddling back to her in a half-crouch, still holding onto the mutt. "Staying here, or d'you wanna walk back with us?" he asks, head motioning toward the caverns, then looking up toward the sky. "It's getting pretty dark."

Carise giggles, flipping over onto her stomach to make a grab for the robe that she had been working earlier. "I suppose I'll come back with the pair of you. If I'm not intrudingm or anything." A wink and she pushes herself to her feet, offering her hand then to the canine-laden candidate.

::: Fade to Black :::

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