Sibling drama-- I MEAN CHORES.

[Kaemi]

Who: um... whoever? Plus Lialla and L'mar
What: Chores. Plus Lialla and L'mar
When: Early afternoon
Where: The infirmary. Which is usually where infirmary chores take place.

Warnings: Sibling drama say wha?
**Until Thorne responds with Rael to decide what the little flit's name is going to be (yes I am hoisting all responsibility onto her xD), and since that thread took place before this one, I'm going to be marking all instances of his name with a large, obnoxious symbol, which will follow in bold. ~!@#$%^&*()_++_)(*&^%$#@!~. :D

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Admittedly, since her talk with K'vin, Lialla had pushed the idea of her possibly-maybe-perhaps-kinda-sorta-long-lost-brother from her mind. It was absurd, after all, and although she would, of course, talk to this L'mar fellow when she found the time, she led quite the busy life nowadays. Between chores, lessons, and the general time-sucker her darling Cryth was, she didn't have the time to be chasing after this green weyrling who hailed from Ista and may or may not have the same name as her older brother, who she hadn't seen in Turns. It was ridiculous to think that her Liamar had traveled to the Southern Continent, Impressed a green, and then ended up at the same Weyr as herself.

When she looked at the chore list for the sevenday, however, she knew that she would at least have to be sure that this L'mar wasn't her Liam. Even thought it was practically impossible. Just because they shared place of origin, he had a dangerous sense of humor, and K'vin seemed a little disturbed by him, didn't mean that they were siblings. Apparently, Lialla and the green weyrling had Infirmary chores together today. They also had it with this R'tel boy, who she hadn't heard of, and R'nen, who had Impressed a brown from Cryth's hatching.

If nothing else, it was bound to be interesting. Lialla was a little bit excited, as she had wanted to be a Healer when she was smaller. She had even apprenticed at the Healer Hall for a few Turns, before she became enamored with the Star Craft. Maybe she could even help out with the actual Healers and not be stuck all day doing rudimentary, first-Turn apprentices' chores. Probably not, with how long she'd been out of duty, but it was a vague possibility. She had liked Healing, she just... hadn't done as well as she had hoped upon first arrival, and she liked Star Craft better. That didn't mean she couldn't do some basic things!

Walking down the hall to the Infirmary Wing- she had very strict directions from a random brownrider- Lialla about skipped a step upon realizing that someone was standing outside the Infirmary. He obviously didn't realize that someone else was in the hall, as he seemed to be talking to himself...

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He didn't like Infirmary duty. Not in the slightest. Not to mention he didn't know a single person whom he would be working with today, other than possibly the staff. L'mar wasn't new to the Cerulean Infirmary, being who he was, and getting into scrapes often enough that most of the staffers knew at least his face. It was a girl and two boys- R-names, the boys, and the girl had an L-name of some sort. He wasn't really paying close attention, instead mainly arguing with himself over whether or not he actually wanted to do the chores.

Finally, he decided that it would probably be a good idea to go. Although he wasn't entirely sure how he reached that conclusion (it was probably a mixture of Rael and Dali's influences, shard his two leading ladies!!) L'mar still made his way down to the wing, humming and throwing a good-sized rock above him. ~!@#$%^&*()_++_)(*&^%$#@!~ obviously believed that he was going to truly need help from the Infirmary if he kept it up, despite his bonded's frequent reassurance that his hand-eye coordination was superb, and so he flew a good two yards ahead, avoiding the rock at all costs.

It didn't take long before he arrived. He bent to set the rock carefully in the corner of the hallway- so that he wouldn't be yelled at for bringing rocks into a place of healing. To a stranger, it would be odd, but L'mar was used to such sentiments. And then he realized that he wasn't sure of the protocol of f'lizards in Infirmaries. Sure, the healer Tess had one, but was he a special case? He could always go in and ask, but that just wouldn't be as much fun. "~!@#$%^&*()_++_)(*&^%$#@!~, go on in front of me and find a perch." The flit was remarkably good and choosing places out of the way, and yet with spectacular views of the entire room. The blue chirped and slipped into the Infirmary, leaving L'mar behind.

The weyrling decided to pass the time, not wanting to be the first one there. He wasn't sure if there was anyone else there yet, but he would much rather walk in with someone else. "Dalisth..." he whined quietly outside of the Infirmary. "Make someone hurry! I don't want to sit here for forever!" Hearing a laughing noise, he turned to see a brunette... or maybe she was a redhead. Not entirely sure, L'mar shrugged mentally.

"Hi there. I'm L'mar! You've got Infirmary duty? Alright. Let's go." And with that, he took her by the arm and dragged her into the Infirmary, ignoring the way her mouth opened in protest and the look on her face, plain as day, that she had a question.

[Maykat]

Rolling bandages. If there was a worse chore, R'tel didn't know what it was. Mind numbing, repetitive, sedentary. He hated it. He also hated that he had to do chores at all. He still had another Turn of this nonsense. Ineth was no help; the green was playing in the ocean with two other young dragons and unintentionally rubbing R'tel's face in her freedom. He paused and shifted his vision to see through the green's eyes. She was under water, sneaking up on some brown. He sighed and refocused on his work. Sharding dragons had all the fun.

His head snapped up when two of the weyrlings that were supposed to be helping finally decided to enter. "There you are," he barked. "She's got us rolling bandages today." He nodded to the large hampers full of clean strips. "Wash your hands first, though."

[Kaemi]

“No, no, L'mar...” Lialla protested as she was dragged into the Infirmary. Her eyes began to flash as she noted the way he man-handled her, and, retracting her arm, she turned on the first new voice she heard with a bit of lash to it. “Are you a healer?” she asked pointedly to the boy, obviously spent on her patience. Normally it took longer than that, but being touched without her permission tended to push her towards boiling. “I doubt it, by the way your eyes are practically glazed over and your focus on her task it so terribly lax. Now, noted, I'm no healer either. So how about neither of us tell the other what to do today, yes?” Despite her cross words, she went and did as he suggested, finding her way swiftly to a water basin and cleaning her hands with celerity.

She left L'mar chortling, and ignored him pointedly, even as he joined her by the water basin. They shared it briefly, making Lia stifle a sharp remark about patience and manners, which ended in the female greenweyrling withdrawing her hands and receiving a short splash of water to her face. “Lighten up, lovely,” L'mar told her brightly, in response to her eyes narrowing and flashing in a dangerous, vaguely familiar way. “Retract the talons and make nice with this pleasant weyrling.” Turning to the fellow, he smiled brightly. “I'm L'mar, this is... Lialla, was it? Yes. Lialla. Are you...” he grasped for names for a moment or two before coming up, “R'tel or R'nen?” There! He had remembered!

While still not in an agreeable mood, Lialla managed a stiff smile. “Yes, Lialla,” she confirmed again for both the benefit of L'mar and the other boy. R'tel or R'nen, whichever his name ended up being. Not caring for pleasantries, she instead began with the bandages. Something she knew how to do, and could probably do better than both of those rude weyrlings. Shells, she was being petty. Scowling at herself, she looked up, her eyes making contact with the small smirk playing on L'mar's face. She just wanted to... knock it off.

“I think I'm your sister, L'mar.”

This time it was the male, older greenweyrling who was left gobsmacked, as Lialla smirked to herself and went back to rolling her bandages. They were both... boys!

[Maykat]

R'tel sat up straighter and glared at Lialla. "No I'm not the Healer," he snapped. "But if you had been attentive to your duty and been here on time you would have gotten directions from the healer, wouldn't you?" 'Attentive to your duty' was not something R'tel was usually concerned about, but he didn't like the girl's tone. Probably some silly, spoiled holder girl that didn't like having to actually do work now. Well, she'd better get used to it, he thought. Dragonrider was hard work and only got harder. He continued to fume but began to relax as he felt Ineth's increasing mental presence calming him down. "He had to check on a patient so he told me to tell you two what to do when you got in." His tone was calmer and more explanatory; R'tel's way of apologizing for snapping.

"I'm R'tel," he said, finishing off his roll and tossing it into the correct basket. "Ineth and I transferred here from Southern after we graduated." He grabbed another strip of fabric, trying not to roll his eyes as Lialla dropped her bomb. This was just what he needed, some stupid girl waving her family drama around. Didn't people have the decency to not air their dirty laundry in public, he thought, sounding alarmingly like his mother.

[Kaemi]

Her eyes were flashing, mouth drawn in, and stress level rising drastically. “Attentive to my duty... now that is something I've always been. I so apologize if the one day I am tardy, another arrived before me. I so apologize if my brother, whom I have not seen in Turns and whom I was close to as a young girl, was seen in the halls. I greatly apologize if I was too stunned to comprehend the situation, so that you may have had to roll a few bandages without me. My sincerest apologies. You can leave and allow me, personally, to roll the last two-- or was it three?-- bandages when we're going to be through,” she said. Her voice was sharp, caustic.

Such a voice made L'mar recoil. He didn't do well with girl who were being so sharp in their words. They didn't rub him the right way, to say the least. But he also realized that a.) this was his sister. Only she could be so blunt, and whip out the temper at the drop of the hat. Her name was Lialla, she was (if he wasn't mistaken) the girl S'ren had pointed out of the Hatching Grounds that looked like him, and why else would she know him? And b.) she was actually speaking the truth. So he would sort the whole 'we're family' thing out later, and deal with relations now. Between him and R'tel, and R'tel and Lialla, and himself and his sister. The middle one would be the hardest one, if he did see it correctly. But first off he would work on showing R'tel that he was the good... sibling. Shells. He'd sort that out later.

“Good to meet you, R'tel. My green's Dalisth.” He grabbed a strip himself and began rolling it, watching as Lialla did the same. She was much more proficient at it than he was- she had finished two and had reached for a third while he was putting up his first. That's right- she had gone to the Healer Hall. So why was she here? Probably, she had finished already and had been assigned to the south as a journeywoman, or some such nonsense. He shook his head, and looked from his flashing sister to R'tel. “Sorry for... my sister. Social skills, you know,” he said with a shrug. And promptly ignored the look that Lia sent him. When she opened her mouth to say something, he shot her a look. She ignored it. Dalisth- contact Lialla's dragon. Green... bright... the one that clawed Rael.

Dali was good with her fellow dragons, although not so much on greens. That one, however, she did know, as she liked Rael (and the bronze nuisance!) and had made sure to know which one had hurt her. Cryth. Sure, her. Tell her to tell Hers to shut up. The green got on it, and after a mere moment or two, Lialla's mouth slowly shut. It almost looked as though the look he shot her was successful. Whatever. That worked!

[Maykat]

“Is that what you’re going to say to the rider that got scored in Fall because you were late with his replacement firestone? I apologize,” he said, doing a fairly good imitation of Lialla’s voice, “but I was only tardy once and I had to talk to my brother.” He shot her a disgusted look before turning his body away from her to focus on L’mar. He seemed like a good guy at least. “Good to meet you, L’mar. Dalisth should meet Ineth, she’s always looking for new friends to jabber at.” He waved away L’mar’s apologies with an eyeroll and a half grin. Girls. Always complaining about something.

“Have you had a chance to check out the Crystal Caves yet?” he asked, his pace never slowing as he talked. “I went once but Ineth got panicky waiting by herself so I didn’t get a chance to stay long. They’re amazing, though.” His face lit up as he described it. “The crystals pick up the light from the glows and it looks like they’re glowing. Crazy.” He tossed his latest completed bandage and reached for another strip, a wide, long one. “You ought to join me the next time we get some free time.” Which probably wouldn't be for a while, but it was fun to have something to look forward to.

[Kaemi]

Shardit! Lialla would have smacked down the bandage she was rolling and straight-forward confronted the weyrling, if Cryth hadn't bespoken her with calming words. "Pardon me, I was unaware that we had a Fall today. Oops! Must have slipped my mind. Quite frankly, though, if you hadn't noticed, I find it more than offensive that you insinuate I would be so callous as to do something like that. On my list of priorities, confronting a brother whom I haven't seen for Turns is near the top of the list. Below that is chores. Above it is Threadfall. So I don't think your hypothetical situation is, in any way, realistic."

This, this is why she didn't enjoy the population as a whole. Not to mention, thanks to him, Lia still hadn't had a chance to talk to L'mar. From the look on his face, he wasn't going to talk to her any time during the chores, not while he was attempting to keep civil with both her and R'tel. Of course he couldn't defend her. That would make no sense. Shooting him a dirty look, as well, she continued her work deftly. Get this done as quickly as possible, so as to leave and curl up next to Cryth. Dealing with boys was infuriating. Only two who she had met thus far were likable, obviously- C'ko and K'vin. Even her own brother was being an utter... infuriating... horrible person. Chatting with that other green weyrling about caves after just realizing he had his sister with him.

"I haven't, not yet," L'mar returned, ignoring the dirty look shot his way. He would talk to his sister later, in private. He only enjoyed making scenes when he planned them. "We'll introduce them, sometime. Hopefully they'll hit it off so that they can keep one another company, while we go to the caves." Beginning his next bandage, he spared himself a small grimace. More likely than not, it wouldn't work out as planned. Dali hated girls. But he would let the leaves fall where they may- she had liked Rael, after all!

It was obvious that this was unlikely to be resolved between Lialla... his sister, by Faranth, he was still reeling... and R'tel. So he would leave it for now, and work a proficiently as he knew how to, to allow them all to break up quickly. The less argument between the two of them, the better. If they continued, then he would feel obligated to say something. In which one's favor he wasn't completely sure, but he would have to say something eventually. Preferably prior to an angry healer's arrival.

[Mello]

It was, once again, that time of day. R’nen had always liked doing chores- they made him feel useful, generally. But ever since he had Impressed Olloth, they hadn’t had the same appeal. After all, taking care of the brown dragon was still a job important to the Weyr, even more so than infirmary chores in the Weyrling’s mind. Not that he would refuse to do them, but it was hard to pull himself away from Olloth, even for something as important as chores.

When Olloth was younger, though, he was at least sleeping when R’nen left him to go take care of his chores. But now that he was older, and awake when his rider left, it was even more difficult for the weyrling to get away.

Mine, do you have to go? the dragon pled with the boy as he noticed him preparing to leave. Can’t you stay here for a while? The dragon softly bumped R’nen’s side with his head, and he noted with pride how much the brown had grown since he had hatched. He rubbed the ridge over Olloth’s eye lovingly. “Sorry Olly, I’ve got to go.” Please? Just a few minutes?[/color] R’nen was torn- he did need to leave, but Olloth sounded so upset…. Finally he decided he had a few moments to spare, as long as he hurried down to the infirmary afterwards. “Just a few,” R’nen warned with a sigh, sliding down to sit on the floor next to his dragon, who let out an excited noise and happily moved as close to the boy as he could.

By the time R’nen managed to pull himself away, more than just a few minutes had passed, and he found himself jogging through the corridors, cursing himself under his breath. He should know better than to be late! I’m sorry R’nen,[/color] Olloth said sleepily from the barracks. It’s ok, R’nen reassured him. It wasn’t the dragon’s fault he couldn’t keep track of time- everyone knew dragons didn’t have a good sense of time. No, this was his fault, and he would take responsibility for it.

Finally, he made it to the infirmary. It seemed like the other people were already there, and he silently cursed his lateness once more, not really taking notice of the tension in the room in his haste to begin and make up for his tardiness. “Sorry,” he half-panted.

[Maykat]

R'tel rolled his eyes at Lialla and said. "Way to miss the point, sweetie." He turned his body away from Lialla with an air of finality, determined to ignore the girl no matter what drivel she spouted. That was a pair destined to never get out of the queens' wing, he was sure. Not like Ineth and him, he thought fondly. They were headed for a high altitude wing; Weyrleader's Flight if not the actual Weyrleader's wing itself.

"Oh, Ineth hits it off with just about everyone she meets," he said, reaching for another bandage, a little one this time. "And even if she doesn't like Dalisth at first, give her a day and Ineth will forget she ever met your green." He grinned and wrinkled his nose. He was excited about the possibility of exploring the Crystal Caverns more. The short glimpse he had gotten wasn't enough to satiate his curiosity. He looked up when R'nen entered and waved the boy over.

"Hey there, don't worry about it." R'tel motioned to the large sinks against the wall. Since he had been the first weyrling to show up and had actually gotten directions from the healer, R'tel felt it was his place to give directions to the others. Plus, he technically outranked them. In a way. "The healer said to wash up real well, then start rolling bandages." He glanced into the large baskets. "We've got plenty left for you."

[Kaemi]

Sweetie?! Faranth, this boy infuriated her! He was just a little boy, and he was talking to her like she was an immature five-Turn-old. Which was absurd. Lialla knew she was more mature than her age suggested (normally) and while now wasn't exactly a showcase of that, it was beyond frustrating that some kid thought her beneath him. It made her feel lesser, and she knew- knew- that she wasn't. Especially when the boy turned away from her, as if he was the bigger person! The more mature, responsible... shardit!

Again, she opened her mouth. This time, however, L'mar was successful in communicating his thoughts, and she closed it again after a short moment. The only time it opened afterward was to utter a greeting towards a boy who came in late- who, she noticed, didn't receive any sort of harsh treatment from R'tel. Shard the boy! Not the late weyrling, but the infuriating one. That one was obnoxious!

L'mar was completely lost at how to deal with the situation. As both Lialla and R'tel began ignoring one another, thank Faranth, he was able to concentrate again on the rolling of the bandages, glancing up every so often at his fellow green weyrling. “Dali's much the same way, especially if she doesn't deem them 'worthy' of remembrance. She'll never forget a bronze, or brown, or even blue for that matter.

“We were late, too,” he said, hopefully reassuring the latecomer. Thinking before he spoke would have probably helped there, L'mar noticed as Lialla shot him a dirty looks. Shells, that girl was moody and angry today. She had never been like that before- especially not to him. He was family!! A frown knitting between his brows, the weyrling still made himself shoot a small smile over to the boy, who had to be the other R-name... R'lan, R'kan, R'ken.....something along those lines. “I'm L'mar, and the delightful girl right here is Lialla.”