Ugh... [Firestone bagging]

[Kristin]

Who: F'ren and L'mar! *nudges Kaemi*
What: Bagging firestone
when: Late morning
Where: The docks.
Warnings: A massive ego.

F’ren hated chores. All chores. But the chore he hated the most was bagging firestone. It made him dirty and disgusting, which F’ren detested, and it made him tired. The only bright side on this day was that Eneth had finally forgiven F’ren for going against his wishes and impressing Patch, as the firelizard had been dubbed because of his strange coloring. But that did not mean that Eneth liked Patch, oh no, Eneth hated the little blue nuisance even though Patch always tried avoiding being in Eneth’s way or annoying the bronze. When they had first met, Patch had hesitantly approached Eneth, thinking that at least this dragon was safe because he was also bonded to His, but as soon as he came close to Eneth the bronze dragon had nearly bitten his head off, literally, and the tiny blue had been forced to run for his life. As terrified as the blue was of dragons already, this incident definitely didn’t help. Now Eneth had taken to simply ignoring Patch’s presence at all times.

F’ren shook his head, he had really been hoping that Patch would force Eneth to like firelizards, but so far Eneth had shown no indication of even the tiniest bit of affection for his smaller cousins. It was certainly frustrating but F’ren had confidence that it wouldn’t always be like this. After all most of his plans tended to work. Now all he needed to do was to devise some plan to get out of this duty. But since F’ren had failed to come up with such a plan ever since he became a weyrling, he thought that he would just have to endure this disgusting chore one more time. At least it would be easier if someone he knew came to share his misery. Patch was with him but was currently sleeping in F'ren's pocket, as the firelizard had decided that the only safe place to be was on F'ren's person.

[Kaemi]

Firestone bagging was awful. L'mar wasn't sure why he even wasted his time. He deduced that a combination of Lialla, Dalisth, and Nuisance was making him a 'rule-abiding person'... which was nonsense, of course. Truly, he should simply cut of contact with the ones that he could, and maybe life would go back to normal. Of course, Dali had to stick around. He wouldn't know what to do without her! Nuisance, though-- no, he had to stay. Dalisth would throw an absolute fit if her favorite little nuisance was kicked out, never to be seen a fit. Now, she wouldn't care about Lialla, but Lialla would care. His annoying, too-smart, and endearing sister wouldn't stand for being eradicated (again) from his life, and would annoy him until he gave in.

So he was stuck with actually doing his chores. Gross.

Sigh. Alright. L'mar went ahead and made his way to the designated 'bagging' area. Of all the chores, this one was terrible. Not the worst, but it was up there on the list. The only reason that it wasn't absolutely horrific was the frequent breaks. People even randomly came up to give them drinks and snacks. That part... yes, that part he enjoyed. Also, thankfully, one of the other weyrlings seemed to be there, already. F'ren, the bronzer from his own class. They tended to have similar work ethics, neither of them completely lazy when they committed to a task, but rather they wanted to get it done and done well so that they could leave. Also, thankfully, F'ren would know what he was doing. Praise Faranth.

"Am I late?" he asked. He didn't really care; if F'ren did, then the bronze weyrling could leave before he did... but L'mar doubted he would mind if the green weyrling actually was. However, he was never entirely sure where he stood with the other boy. He was a flirtatious to everyone with a female dragon- even some of the people without. Oh well. He didn't mind spending time with a handsome bronze weyrling, that was for sure, despite any man-whore-ish-ness.

[Kristin]

Oh L‘mar was here, that was good because F‘ren needed some fun and L‘mar‘s presence usually equaled fun. The chore would also be finished more quickly with a seasoned weyrling by his side instead of some candidate imbecile and he would maybe have time to go and take a thorough bath. He had only just started and already he was disgusting.

„Ah L‘mar! Thank Faranth you‘re here. This is the day that this chore is going to kill me, I just know it. I‘m going to die a slow, painful, disgusting death.“ A bit melodramatic, but then it was F‘ren who might just as well have invented the word.

F‘ren picked up some firestone and stared at it for a minute. What was he doing here? Bagging firestone was a chore fit for drudges or common weyrfolk. F‘ren was a dragonrider, and should be above nonsense like this. The bronzerider eyed L‘mar slyly. Thankfully he had been gifted with a weyrling class full of people that weren‘t afraid to have some fun. Well at least L‘mar and S‘ren weren‘t, L‘cin was a bit more restrained.

The firestone was dropped unceremoniously to the ground and F’ren walked up to L’mar until he was close enough so he wouldn’t be heard by anyone else if he kept his voice down. “I am so over chores, aren’t you? I say that we leave this miserable chore behind and go swimming in the ocean. There’s a nice, small beach not far from here where we can go if you’re up for it. I’m not skipping alone, that’s boring.” F’ren smiled hopefully at L’mar, he had been a good boy and followed the rules (mostly) since he became a weyrling, so F’ren thought that he was long overdue for some rule breaking.

((You have permission to move F’ren, if you want to.))

[Kaemi]

"I don't doubt it," the green weyrling agreed, regarding the firestone with distaste. "This stuff can truly kill you." Nodding solemnly, L'mar moved closer, grudgingly willing to start. The faster that they finished this, the faster that they could leave this disgusting, pungent rock alone and do as they wished. He stopped only when he noticed F'ren regarding him with a more mischievous look, at which he raised an eyebrow. Now, usually he was the one who would give his partner that look. Being on the receiving end was disconcerting, but it should be interesting to hear what his fellow had in mind.

Ditching. Of course, L'mar had considered, but then there was the matter of who to ditch with, and since most of his options were not rule-breakers in the slightest... well... there had been his problem. But F'ren's idea- yes, he liked that, thanks. "Beach- ocean- no firestone? That sounds sharding fantastic. What are we waiting around here for?" he inquired. At which point, he walked up to a man, who was wearing knots that put him in charge. "We're taking our first break now, sir," the weyrling told him with the endearing innocence of an instructor's favorite student. He must have pulled it off, as the man nodded dryly and waved him on.

Coming back to F'ren, he grinned playfully. "And those, my friend, are the benefits of being an innocent, upstanding greenrider. Now let's go." Beckoning the other boy over, he lead him over to a designated 'break' area, and then he just began walking off as though he knew exactly where he was going and he had the authority to do so. It was one of the easiest tricks- if you look as though you're allowed to do something and you know where you're going, no one questions you. And thus he began walking towards the beach, direct route, believing that F'ren was following.

[Kristin]

F‘ren looked on with awe as L‘mar smoothly got away by pretending to be more innocent than a new born babe, something that did just not fit to the L‘mar he knew, and then he simply left. And the beauty of it was that greenrider looked like he had every right to wander off and no one did anything. F‘ren could learn many things from him, he decided.

F‘ren tried to do as L‘mar, but obviously he was trying too hard because he got a suspicous glare from one of the workers, making F‘ren speed up so he would be gone before the man called him out. He caught up with L‘mar quickly and clapped him on his back. „That was brilliant L‘mar, I can‘t believe we got away. You‘re truly a master at this.“

Oh he couldn‘t wait to be out of those disgusting clothes and in the sea, so F‘ren broke into a run. Who knew how long they would have until they were discovered and hanged up on their ears in M‘ma‘s weyr. When he got to the beach he saw that thankfully no one was there. People were probably working dutifully somewhere instead of slacking off on the beach. Well their loss. F‘ren shrugged and immediately began discarding all his clothes, forgetting in his haste that Patch had been sleeping peacefully in his pocket.

When F‘ren was completely naked, he wasted no time in running to the ocean, sighing blissfully as the saltwater washed the worst dirt away. He hoped he hadn‘t freaked L‘mar out by taking his clothes off, but he didn‘t really think that he had. They were in a Weyr after all, and somehow L‘mar didn‘t seem like the prudish type.

[Kaemi]

Glad that F'ren was quick to catch up, L'mar winked at him happily. "I've had a lot of practice," he confided, just before the other weyrling began to run. Not to be outdone, and nearly as eager to get away from the hum-drum (and the smell) of bagging firestone, he picked up his pace, as well, glad to run a little behind until they got to the beach. At which point, the green weyrling wasn't phased in the least, and instead began stripping as well. He couldn't claim to be uncomfortable or shy in the least (although he occasionally did, for fun, with people who didn't know him or his reputation). It didn't take long for him to splash into the water.

It was surprising that there were so few people out here- he and F'ren seemed to be the only ones. Sure, it was the middle of the day, but they couldn't be the only ones in the Weyr skiving off. And sure, the water was a bit chilly (it being winter) but it felt cool and refreshing after all that work he had done bagging firestone! Or, rather, running away from bagging firestone. Spotting F'ren, who was a little further out than he, L'mar readily walked over to him, waiting until the last second to send a splash of water his way. Childish, of course, but he was a green weyrling. He didn't have to be mature, thanks so very much.

Giving time for F'ren to recover, L'mar let his eyes flutter as he began to lean back a little in the water. "The water is so nice and cool," he said happily, going briefly back to his early life in the North before peeking out at the bronze weyrling. "Much better than firestone bagging. Truly, they should know better than giving us a chore like... that." Or any chore, really. Maybe he and F'ren should just be exempt from chores, because they probably skipped them, anyways.

[Kristin]

Ah, things were always so uncomplicated with L‘mar. F‘ren could just relax and be himself with the easygoing weyrling, but he always kept one eye open, just in case, to see if L‘mar was up to some tricks. He usually was. And now L‘mar was coming over to him, great, he had been meaning to ask him something. „Hey L‘mar- “

Oh, well. A little splash of water wasn‘t so bad. It was rather fun, really. F‘ren used both of his hands to send a big splash towards L‘mar before retreating until he was in a safe distance from the green weyrling. „Yeah, the water is nice. Imagine, we could be sweating with dust in our mouths if we had stayed. I‘m of the opinion that weyrlings shouldn‘t get chores. I mean, we have our hands full already with the dragons, we don‘t need some pesky chores. I‘m fine with candidates having chores though.“

And what was that, that F‘ren had started asking L‘mar about? Oh yes, the matter of his sister. „Hey L‘mar, what‘s the deal with your sister? Isn‘t she the moody one with a green dragon from the last clutch? You‘re really different you know.“ It seemed like everyone had siblings, and most probably did. Heck, F‘ren probably had some himself. His father had always been a bit popular with the female weyrfolk back in Southern. Like Father, like son.

[Kaemi]

He was already wet, and so the splash of water didn't do much to L'mar. He shrugged, grinning as the water dripped out of his hair. “I bet you weren't singing the same tune when you were a candidate,” he challenged. “I know I wasn't. But you're right; Dalisth complains every time I have to leave her alone to go do chores.” Mainly about him complaining about having to do chores, but still. She was complaining, and it was disrupting her general content. Which was... bad.

“Lialla?” the weyrling asked with a small smile. Oh, yes. Lia was his sister, and he loved her, but she was probably not well liked by the other weyrlings. Most notably? R'tel. That chore day had been... interesting. “She's not moody-” he attempted to defend weakly. “Or... she is. But she's super-smart and sort of fun if you get to know her.” Not that he wanted F'ren to get to know his little sister. F'ren was a friend, and L'mar liked him a good deal. But Lialla was his little sister, and she was sweet, and she was smart, and he didn't want the rugged bronze rider-to-be to corrupt her, or something terrible.

Well, he'd cross that bridge when they came to it. He shuddered a little in the water. “We are pretty different though. Why?”

[Kristin]

Pfff, L‘mar had a point but F‘ren wasn‘t about to acknowledge that anytime soon. Instead he just shrugged and grinned. „I can‘t even remember my candidacy really, it seems so long ago now.“ A lie. F‘ren definitely remembered each and every one of his six Turns as a candidate.

„It‘s strange now to think about what it was like without Eneth, he‘s such a big part of me now.“ And now they were ready for weyrlinghood to be over already and be wingriders. „I can‘t wait to actually get to fight thread. I just hope I‘ll get a good Wingleader. How about you? Looking forward to doing some actual good?“

F‘ren grinned at L‘mar when the green weyrling attempted to defend his sister. It was clear that he loved her and F‘ren really shouldn‘t tease him, but whatever. „Hmm, I like smart and fun girls. Maybe that means I have to get to know her better.“ F‘ren sounded like he seriously did want spend time with Lialla, and a little wink followed. „She‘s not bad looking you know. And neither are you.“

Now he started running his eyes obviously over L‘mar‘s body. „If you just had breasts... But then again some girls have practically no breasts so it would be all right...“ F‘ren stared longingly at L‘mar before he couldn‘t take it anymore and burst out laughing. „Nonono, don‘t worry L‘mar. Your virtue is safe. But your sister...“