Interview With A Queenrider(Larissa)

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Jenafa's office looked much as it always did. There was a cactus plant from one of her more foolish admirers perked on the left side of the desk. There were hides scattered on the desk, and a small dish of jerky sat in wait for her little Green Flitt Cesta to come and dive-bomb the food. The Green was curled up on her desk, her belly large with food, but the dark black woman paid the little Flitt no mind.

She was dressed simply, with a blue wrap-a-round dress and several fine bracelets, including the newest one from J'var. Her hair was carefully plaited into two large braids, and tied with yellow ties.

Though on the outside she seemed as calm as when she had started this travesty of an interview process, on the inside she was seething. The last girl had been a selfish, self absorbed idiot, whose answers had left Jen very close to socking her in face.

This next candidate had better be good, or Jen was going to go wring the necks those fools in charge of searching.

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Larissa was not nervous about the interview. Actually the worst that could happen would be getting sent back to the Lower Caverns no longer a Candidate. Although that would be great for her own purposes, her family would be angry with her. She was better off trying to get on the sands and having the Gold choose someone other than herself.

She knew exactly the way to the Queen's Weyrs and arrived on time, as she expected she would. Larissa had thought very little about what she was wearing. Her dress was simple and though she wore her work clothes for the most part, she did have a red shawl on over her shoulders. Lara got cold easily during these winter months.

"Good afternoon Weyrwoman Jenafa. I'm Larissa." Her calm, soothing voice was something she was glad to have. It always seemed to help when it came to stressful situations. Children also seemed to like it.

[thedreamerlady]

The calm, respectful nature of Larissa's voice was definite boon. Maybe this one would Impress? Of course, that would be against all logic that she'd learned as a Queenrider: Anything that would be wonderful didn't happen, and if it seemed impossible, it would happen.

"Greetings Candidate Larissa." Jenafa said slowly, forcing herself, with a will created by Gold and Dragonriding strength, to calm down. The stupid candidate would be sent to the Lower Caverns or back where she came from. This one wouldn't be as bad. Her Golden Daughter Egg would have acceptable candidates.

Everything was fine. She was Queenrider Jenafa, and she made it so.

"As you are aware, this is an interview to make sure you are acceptable as a Queen Candidate. Thus, if you would answer these questions, I would be most thankful." Jenafa smiled a tight little smile.

"Tell me any important events that shaped who you are."