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As one of the pebbles touched down a flash of gold and a triumphant chirp enveloped it and vanished it back into the air. A second later and the small golden flit winged her way past Omurn onto the shoulder of a girl a few feet away. Roana had been striding across the weyrbowl on her way to the Mess hall unaware of her small partners antics until the gold chirped demanding again and dropped a smooth pebble into her hand. The gold then proceeded to look back at the man and his two young blues with a superior flick of her head followed by a following dismissive swish of her tail. A unmistakable neyh neyh na neyh nyeh. I won.

Ro merely raised a brow and followed the golds line of sight back to her fellow candidate. Shaking her head and placing a wry smile on her lips she walked over to Omurn and held out the pebble "I think this might be yours." she told him with a half laugh. "Sorry, Nyeh here thinks she has to prove she can do everything better than everyone else." The gold flitt merely shifted her self on Ro's shoulder and stretched out her delicate wings as if to show she was unashamed by the judgment.

"You're a Candidate too right? Think I've seen you around in some of my classes." She grinned and held out a hand. "I'm Roana." Unabashed and friendly as usual but Omurn might have reason to decline the handshake, since it was a rest day for the candidates with no chores or classes to speak of Ro had slipped back into her own old comfortable clothes. Clothes that couldn't have smacked more of 'pirate' had she written it across her chest. Her wild afro of red hair had been part tamed by a bandanna around her head and her ears flashed with gold hoops which matched the stud in her nose. She wore hard wearing protective pants popular with sea farers of all disciplines topped off with a loose shirt and colorful green waist coat. Even the hand she held out was laden with bracelets and golden rings. The last damning piece of evidence was the smell of salt ocean that clung stubbornly to the fabric even after several washes.

Roana raised a brow at the very serious man and slowly shook her head. "she's only a few months out of the shell herself, just a naughty kid really. I don't think you should take anything she does too seriously or think to much on it." she pointed out bluntly. She reached up a hand and affectionately stroked her fingers along the delicate arch of her companions neck.The gold crooned and nuzzled into the touch making the red headed women smile again.

A slight spark of temper flared at his condescending tone but she smothered it. No point in getting into a fight over nothing.

Ro sighed softly to herself when the attitude of the young man continued, well if he was going to be like that the best she could do was get out of the situation and encounter as fast as possible, she was about to make her exit when he hit her with quite an unexpected question. "What do you mean?" her eyes narrowed "It's my day off, I don't have to wear candidates uniform so I'm wearing my old comfortable clothes today, Why? Whats wrong with them?" Of course the women was aware that her previous pirate life style was unsavory to most and,if she was fair. She could see why, but this man had got her back up from the start and she wasn't prepared to be that understanding today.

Roana started sharply at the insult, her expression shocked, like someone that had just been slapped, then quite suddenly thunder rolled over her face and lighting sparked behind her usually warm brown eyes. She muttered softly under her breath closing her eyes, a slow shuddering breath passing her lips. "Remember what Uncle said, count to ten, deep breaths, one...two..three.. Shard it!" As the boy passed her she raised her fist and socked him right on the nose if he didn't move fast enough.

"How's that for civilized." She growled. Picking up on her bonded's temper Nyeh had also reacted. The golden wings were out stretched and she hissed and snapped out at the boy viciously.

"These are the clothes of my crew, sea craters, Not pirates." Well not just pirtes, mostly merchant traders really. "They are skilled enough to earn a little respect from spoiled brats like you. " Her temper had always boiled close to the surface and when people even edged on insulting her crew, her family it pretty much guaranteed a mess. In that moment she wasn't thinking of the trouble she could get in with the candidate master.

Or how disappointed Nicara would be in her for loosing her cool, she was just pissed. "Got anything else to say?"