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Shahera was most decidedly not happy. She had been assigned to laundry duty, likely because she had been caught somewhere she probably wasn’t supposed to be doing something she definitely shouldn’t have been doing. They knew how much she hated doing the laundry here. It wasn’t laundry itself that bothered her, but the set up. She was just too short for most of the equipment so everything was even more of a pain than usual. And she always ended up soaking wet. Consequently she had her hair up in a bun and wearing the fastest drying clothing she had, a light weight top and loose pants.

Grumbling about the unfairness of the Candidatemaster and unsavory things about his parentage, scowling all the while, Shahera entered the laundry area. It was not empty, there was one other candidate there, so she tempered her grumbling that would surely get her in trouble again if they were overheard.

With a quick assessment she started towards the tubs that sat in the back. It was washing time it seemed. Which meant that she would be extra wet. Her scowl deepened some. She snagged a stool to stand on along the way and set it down a little more firmly than necessary beside the first tub. She just stood there and glared at the tub for a moment before sighing. She relaxed her whole body and let go of the tension she was holding in it. There was no changing the circumstances, and as her old Master had used to tell her “If you can’t change the situation you find yourself in, change your attitude.”

Shahera looked over at the other candidate, that she only knew by sight and not by name. She had seen the girl around but never really interacted with her before. “I’m Shahera. It looks as though we are going to be stuck here for a while.” She eyed the mountain of laundry. It never seemed to get smaller.