Candidate
"Not a chance, You couldn't get to the top in that time!"
Cocking a head at the other Candidate who she'd been sent out on chores with, Isirra fluttered her eyelids quickly at the boy a few times as she stepped down from the rock they'd paused to sit on and smoothed the skirt she'd worn for this very reason. At that moment in time she looked the picture of a dainty, spoilt, rich girl. That she was only one of those things, the girl bit, was something that she wasn't going to disillusion the other candidate about.
"Then what's to loose?" Isirra questioned, tilting her head at the boy again and giving a little 'giddy happy' smile. Maybe she was going a little over the top with the whole, pretty, dainty, innocent girl bit, but the boy didn't see suspicious - he seemed to be taking the whole thing as genuine. Just as she'd expected he would.
"Alright then."
As the boy agreed to her bet, Isirra nodded and gave a quick giggle for effect. "Wonderful," she cooed, making a point of brushing a bit of dust of her skirt as she waited for the boy's "but - " it wasn't long until it came.
"But, first show me you marks."
Nodding, and putting on a slightly put out expression to go with the spoilt rich girl act, Isirra made a show of flicking her hair over her shoulders and getting out her money purse. Slipping the tie loose, Isirra made sure she rattled the purse a little, as she extracted the largest mark in there, so the smaller valued 1/32 marks within rattled together to seem like there were more then there were. It was good to keep up the pretense after all.
"See?" Isirra asked with what she knew was a 'see, I wasn't lying' look, as she held out the one mark piece for the boy's inspection.
"Al'ight," the boy agreed, his face taking on an expression that made Isirra want to smirk in satisfaction, there was a certain pleasure in playing another to exactly where she wanted them. Her father wouldn't have approved, but he was a moral sort.
"Make it two marks, and you're on." The boy declared, with a confidence that Isirra could barely keep herself from smiling at.
Settling instead for giving another quick girly giggle as she nodded her head over entusiastically, Isirra returned the mark to her purse and retied the purse.
"I'll call it, Ready?" the boy announced a moment later, and Isirra nodded as she returned her purse to it's rightful place hung around her waist under a layer of her top.
"Ready? Go!"
Leaping forwards as the boy said the word, Isirra swung onto the first of the branches of the nearby tree and began pulling herself upwards - keeping an eye on the boy at first, just incase he was a faster runner then he was, before she turned her whole attention to climbing.
Just seating herself on a comfy branch at the top of the tree as the boy came close enough that he'd be able to see her through the gap in the tree that they'd bet she couldn't be in by the time he ran to the Weyr and back, Isirra grinned to herself as she pulled out a red peice of cloth and waved it at the boy.
As he slowed abruptly down to a walk - realising he'd lost the bet (and two marks with it) - Isirra grinned and quickly began to decend the tree once more - cursing to herself the need to wear a skirt to finish the effect of her act.
An act she dropped as she landed on the ground beside the boy and winked at him. "Told you," she smirked, and from the way the boy cringed Isirra could tell she'd be able to use the act at least once more at the Weyr before the male candidates learnt about her.
This one wasn't telling the others, not that he'd been beaten in a race that he should have won by miles.
