Kreise grumbled to himself as he wrung out the wet rag, throwing it on to the empty table. K'aise had been nagging him again. The man was always trying to do thing with Kreise, to deepen their 'brotherly bond' which Kreise simply did not feel. Eyes downcast, the candidate srubbed at the table, cleaning it up. It was just a chore that had been assigned to him, but it was calming in a way. It allowed him to cool off and think a bit about his brother. The Bluerider really did seem to want to get to know him more. Kreise just didn't see the need. The two were so far apart in age anyway, so what was the point? That was what annoyed Kreise the most. K'aise was just so stubborn that he wouldn't take no for an answer, which occured in Kreise usually stomping away in anger. It was all ridiculous, really. Sighing in frustrayion, he plopped down in one of the chairs, wet rag forgotten for the moment on the table. Cooing, Shyla appeared, crawling into his lap and snuggling into his side. The candidate couldn't help but smile. His Green flitt always seemed to make him feel better. Glancing around, his blue eyes fell back on the rag. Huffing a sigh, he moved Shyla to his shoulder and stood up, grabbing the rag. Well, the tables wouldn't wash themselves.

((Hmm.. who to bring in.. who to bring in....))

Riena whistled as she ducked into the dinning area of the kitchens. So far she had been lucky to avoid getting caught for not doing her chores. Like hunting sharding tunnel snakes would be fun anyway? Besides, what kind of weyrbrat and candidate would she be if she couldn't get out of her chores for the day. She paused in her whistling and looked around quick to make sure that her father wasn't in the area. She would have just asked Kasmith where he was, but shards, that dragon wouldn't speak to anyone but R'nos. It would have made her day so much easier to know that her father had been away from the weyr for most of the day. Instead she had spent the day trying to duck him. She wasn't afraid of the drudges or other riders finding out that she had skipped her chores. She was afraid of her father finding. Big practical, do everything now then play around kind of guy that he was would have tanned her hide good if he caught wind of what she was doing. Or worse, make her help him with his chores. A small shudder ran through her body at that thought. Ugh. No thank you.

She glidded around the tables, smiling at the red-haired boy who was washing them. She knew candidates weren't supposed to get involved with anyone until they were adult riders, but that didn't mean she couldn't smile and wave. Perhaps start a friendship along the way? She siddled up next to him and tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey. You look like you need a break."

Kreise looked up as snother's footsteps echoed through the quiet room. Shyla cheeped in question as she also swiveled her head around to watch her progress along the tables. She seemed to be a candidate. Seeing nothing of importance, Kreise went back to scrubbing tables. He tried to ignore the girl as she came closer, hoping she wouldn't stop like he just /knew/ she was. His hopes crashed down as the girl tapped his shoulder. "A break? I don't need a break," he grumbled, keeping his eyes on the surface of the table. Once that one was clean, he moved on to the next one, repeating the process.