Who: L'mar and anyone... K'vin's also got this chore! What: Choresss When: Night Where: Library
L'mar didn't like sweeping. It was very un-fun. Now, granted, it was remarkably more pleasant than firestone bagging, so he would suck it up and do it without much of a fuss. Much being the key word. Moving the broom over the floor of the Library, which was almost completely empty, he grumbled over the dusty floors. It was obvious no one actually used this place, and therefore, it was useless for him to be there cleaning it. But no... the Headwoman insisted that it was the Library he was supposed to sweep today, and not a more vivacious section of the Weyr.
Normally, he wouldn't mind so much, being that sweeping wasn't particularly a slow and dreary job. You start and you finish- easy. But the Library was pretty big for a place that no one went. Ugh. Cleaning. Gross. It would be more fun if someone was there, but K'vin had yet to make an appearance. Hopefully he would show up eventually, and make this entire experience less boring. Or... anyone, really.
((Muse is slowly dying... lol. ))
Weyrling Lialla of Green Cryth- 8fff9c Weyrling L'mar of Green Dalisth- 336f09 Wherling Master Toven of Brown Tovsk
Post by Frangipani on Oct 16, 2010 11:45:55 GMT -5
Since I just got approved, I'm not on the chores list, so I'm taking the liberty of giving myself library duty for now. Seems fitting for an ex-Harper, oui?
Almost completely empty, yes. At a back table, with a glow unshielded in the middle of it, a dark head was bent over a stack of hides with a basket of scroll cases on the floor at her feet. By the looks of things, Evyi was sorting through the hides, rolling them into cases, and readying them for assignment to the empty shelves of the library. While sweeping may not have been the chore to end all chores, neither was Pern's version of the Dewey Decimal System.
Pale eyes flicked upward briefly, catching on the fringe of the broom moving over the floor, and then went the rest of the way until they found the wielder. "L'mar," she greeted him simply, the corner of her mouth turning up into a quiet smile of amusement. Very likely amusement on his behalf.
"You look," she continued, her eyes dropping back to the work in front of her, her hands moving methodically through the task, "bored."
Not that Evyi had a reputation for troublemaking, mind, but it was quite clear that - tonight at least - she was of a similar mind. Bored.
It was quite obvious that he wasn't doing a very good job- which would, of course, cause the chore to last longer until he actually managed to sweep the floor well. L'mar never claimed to think things through. Dragging the broom across the floor, he turned a corner, rolling his eyes as he saw all the dust. There was just a ton of it. Alright, so there wasn't that much, but... he had a flair for the dramatics. So send him between! Huffing, he began studiously sweeping at a single spot, bored and unwilling to do the rest of the room at just that moment. He was beginning to wonder what 'perfectly un-dusty' would look like, and if he had reached that point yet, when a voice interrupted his internal diatribe.
His face lit up- a person! Oh wait... he knew her. And he wasn't a huge fan of her own dramatics, her haughty manner, or her delightful way with words. But you know what? He knew her, she was a fellow green weyrling from his class, and she was opening the door away from the boredom that was this chore. "Evyi," L'mar returned, nodding towards her. His mind came to the quick deduction that if she was willing to relieve him of some of this boredom, he would put up with her snooty manner. Maybe she would be halfway decent, who knew? It's not like he'd had very many one-on-one conversations with her before.
"You look equally excited. Don't you absolutely adore chores?"
Weyrling Lialla of Green Cryth- 8fff9c Weyrling L'mar of Green Dalisth- 336f09 Wherling Master Toven of Brown Tovsk
Post by Frangipani on Oct 16, 2010 23:50:29 GMT -5
Generally speaking, Evyi was happy to keep her fellow weyrlings at arm's length. It served to make such encounters as these - when she was feeling "charitable" enough to stoop to the level of one of them - a little more precious for their rarity. After all, if she deigned to engage them on a regular basis, they wouldn't realize just how lucky they'd gotten by attracting her attention right at this moment, hm?
Regardless. Truly, L'mar had hit the nail on the head. She did look equally as excited. Which was to say, 'equally ready for this evening to end so she could go do anything else.' So she rewarded him with a small smirk for his cleverness and astute summary, saying, "Isn't it funny how 'adore' and 'abhor' sound so close?" Her laugh was brief and brittle, followed by the clarification, "I believe I'm actually too bored to be witty, what is the world coming to, I ask you?"
Her eyes lowered once more to the broom he had been dragging listlessly across the floor, tracked the sorta-path he had made through the dust, and then returned to L'mar with a crinkle in her nose. "I think your chore might be worse than mine, if we were putting them on a strict scale. Do you suppose anyone would notice if we just abandoned them? Realistically, there are so many hides to store, no one will really know how long I worked on this task, and - well. Practically the same can be said for the dust, hm?"
In short: She wanted someone to validate her willingness to slack off, and L'mar seemed ripe for the plucking.
Generally, K’ron would have been relaxing in the weyrling barracks by now with his brown, but today had turned out to be a unique case. The boy had been assigned library duties for his monthly chore, and after he had visited this morning to begin, it was obvious he was going to have plenty to do well into the evening candlemarks. For whatever reason, the Headwoman had told him to crush pigments for ink, a boring, lengthy chore that wasn’t aided in it’s monotony by having a rather large basket of ingredients to go through. Of course, another factor in his increasingly long days was the growth of his dragon. Calzanth was becoming practically monstrous in stature, having nearly reached his maturity now at eleven months of age. For his color, the dragon was nothing less than huge, easily reaching the size of some bronzes and even matching their stamina in the air. K’ron loved the brown more than anything, of course, but it was taking longer and longer to bathe and oil the goliath. Of course, Yumi attempted to help, but despite her good intentions, the green flit wasn’t able to contribute much to the process.
So, long story short, the brownweyrling was headed back to the library to finish his duties while Calzanth settled down to sleep. Yumi sat perched on his shoulder, glancing about placidly as her boy walked easily through the stone passages. Entering the library, he immediately recognized both the voices and faces of his fellow weyrlings, a little smile appearing on his face. Evyi was…difficult, in his opinion, especially considering the boy had absolutely no finesse with girls whatsoever, and her attitude honestly didn’t help matters. However, the other greenrider elicited a brighter response. L’mar was a little mischievous, but he was fun, too, and they got along rather nicely when they had kitchen duties together.
“Good evening, Evyi.” K’ron said pleasantly to the greenweyrling, heading to the corner table where he had stored his tools earlier. It also happened to be rather close to where L’mar was…well, where he was supposedly sweeping. That looked like a rather poor sweeping job, but he wasn’t about to say that. It was late, and they were all likely tired. “Hey, L’mar.” The brownweyrling greeted, smiling at the other boy. Yumi glanced over curiously, hopping down on the table and watching the other two with bright eyes. K’ron pulled the cloth back that he had covered his instruments with and sat, taking the top of a pot before him that he was grinding the pigments into. “Well you two look about as excited as a feline getting a bath.” He said absently, grinning a little at them. Calzanth had done wonders for the boy’s quiet nature, as had weyrling lessons, and though he still wasn’t the most talkative guy around, he was much better. “Oh, L’mar, did you ever think of a name for your blue?” K’ron asked curiously, glancing up at the greenweyrling. Last time they had kitchen duties, the other boy had recently acquired a flit, and neither he nor K’vin could really help him name it. Apparently, none of them were good at that sort of thing.
It was, on the whole, a rather droll night. Certainly not what one would expect on arriving at Cerulean, not in the least. Nor was being summarily pounced upon by a giant, demanding blue dragon, whuffled over, and just as summarily moved, brother included, from a seemingly routine journey with her kin through the Southern continent. No, being picked up and badgered into attending with pleas and encouragements (not that it wasn’t a grand solution and idea) was not expected. And while chores were expected, something such as library work sounded uncommonly… painful. Especially to one who adored the outside as much as Syana did.
Still, it was part of her new status as a candidate, so she couldn’t complain too much. Shaking the thoughts away, Vladisyana peered into the darkened library, surprised at how late people were doing chores, before shrugging it off. Her dark boots made little sound as she ghosted over the un-swept floors-well, un-swept save for a single trail, and who would do that? Arching an eyebrow, the young woman followed the voices back to the rear, scarves trailing in bright colors against stark black leathers. She could easily pick out one feminine voice, and a couple different males-all sounding young, and something about chores.
So, they must be the other Weyr and Wherlings, and possibly candidates, assigned here. Still, none sounded too happy to be here. A frown flittered briefly over the tanned brow, as years of being reared to do her duty before pleasure raised its head inside. Striding towards the group, Syana took in the pretty, if seemingly filled with hauter girl, and the two males present. The basket she’d been carrying, filled with all that was necessary to create more of the inks used in the library, was settled on one hip under her arm. Arching a brow at the group, Syana cleared her throat softly. “So, other, Weyrlings, I take it? Hard at work on your chores?”
A teasing grin removed most of the sting, though there was a pointed gaze from her eyes, as she leaned slightly against a shelf, awaiting an answer. Lover of fun though she was, such burdens came first-and she definitely understood the need to instill certain values in those who would be riders. A part of her was extremely sympathetic, hadn’t she been saved through candidacy from more potential marriages? But that freedom came with a price, and rank required obedience.
Straight to the point. L'mar thought Evyi was annoying. But if she was willing to be civil tonight, when they were both obscenely bored and there was no one else to talk to, he could tolerate her. He was, at heart, a patient person. “You and me, both. I can't seem to find anything interesting to do; I usually have plenty of alternatives stored up.” He shrugged, and continued to drag the broom across the floor. It was quite apparent that he wasn't doing more than shoving the dust around,if even that, but of no matter.
Honestly, he thought that she was done talking to him. It wouldn't have surprised him in the least, in fact, if she didn't say a single additional word while he was in the room. But just as he moved to swipe across a different section of dusty floor, Evyi began speaking again, causing L'mar to drag his eyes up. “I don't know. My eyes would fall out if I had to sort the hides in this light. Obviously, I'm not really doing anything.” Just to humor her, and to give himself something to do, he cocked an eyebrow at the green weyrling.
“So what might you be suggesting, Evyi? That we abandon our chores for the night?” He couldn't imagine what they would do, anyways, but he was always willing to skive off. Maybe it was developing into a pattern. If so, L'mar couldn't bring himself to mind. Dalisth would scold him, as would Lia (if she found out, which she wasn't likely to do). The Weyrling Master may get angry, but he couldn't prove anything, truthfully. A brief scolding wasn't going to deter him.
It was only a few moments later when L'mar was distracted from his thoughts by a new, masculine voice, causing the green weyrling to look up in surprise. He grinned when he saw K'ron- the brownrider was a decent guy, good to talk to, and certainly not unattractive. "Hey, K'ron," he returned with a nod. Watching the brown weyrling get his things into order, he looked at Evyi and began to chuckle lightly. "K'ron hasn't yet lost his wit from boredom," he intoned bemusedly.
"Nuisance," he answered with another chuckle. "Dali liked it, and it just seemed to stick." Before L'mar could return a question with a question, however, yet another person walked into the Library. What was this, the Great Hall? Just a few minutes prior, he had been begging for someone to enter... and now there were four of them! Not to mention, the newcomers (judging by the new girl's words) seemed to actually want to work. That many... in a Library... and they wished to work? Faranth help him.
He'd work something out so that he wasn't dragging the broom across the floor for much longer. "We're all laboring diligently," he assured her with an honest, straight face. She was knew... maybe she would buy it. As if to make a point, the green weyrling legitimately swept his broom across the floor a few times, making his first pile of dust of the night, before he looked back up at her and blinked innocently. It was him 'Believe me, I'm just a sweet an innocent little greenrider' face. Not many people bought it, nowadays. Ah, well.
Weyrling Lialla of Green Cryth- 8fff9c Weyrling L'mar of Green Dalisth- 336f09 Wherling Master Toven of Brown Tovsk
Post by Frangipani on Oct 23, 2010 22:43:36 GMT -5
Evyi looked industrious, to her credit. She was still sitting at the table, the hides before her, the pretense of work almost believable. Although, if there was anyone left that believed a bunch of weyrlings would stay task-oriented with no one around to remind them to do so... well, that person would also probably be the first in line for a bridge sale, too.
Whatever she might have suggested in the company of another greenrider was curbed, her cool, often flat eyes following K'ron's entrance before lowing ever-so-studiously back to the work still before her. The odds that one as straight-laced as he seemed to be and one as utterly convinced of her own superior place in the world as she was had gotten along famously in the past were pretty slim. Not that there were any specific confrontations, but she had precious few friends, and the brownrider likely didn't count among them.
So her response was a subdued, "K'ron." The little nod that accompanied the single-word greeting (if a person wanted to call it that) might be taken for 'good evening' in a silent way. She fell quiet at that, her hands working at the rolling of hides, sliding them into scrollcovers. The boys had things to discuss, clearly, matters such as the names of firelizards - things she, personally, found too trivial to go to all the trouble of joining their conversation.
Yes, it was ever-so-hard being the most important person in the room at all times. Just ask her.
The entrance of Syana into this trio of weyrlings merited another quick glance upwards, a fractional smile. If Evyi had learned anything in her tenure as a Harper and now a weyrling, it was the imperative nature of the making and keeping of friends of the same gender as her own. Girls were a thousand times better at being catty than boys, so she was - generally speaking - more inclined to make the effort to be cordial toward them. But, with L'mar quickly accounting for their doings, insisting they were all hard at work, she added nothing more than that: a quick, pleasant-enough smile.
K‘vin yawned while dragging his heavy feet to the library. He hadn‘t slept a wink the night before due to restlessness, something that happened about twice a Turn. There was nothing he could do about it and the day had been brutal on the tired weyrling, since there was enough to do in a day that would make a sufficiently slept weyrling tired. He had been a little slow all day, since he was not one of those people that handled lack of sleep well, and it seemed like his brain had been left behind in his weyr. So K‘vin had almost forgot that he had general cleaning duty, and when he remembered he couldn‘t even bring himself to hurry to the library, where a drudge had told him general cleaning people were. Oh well, he was only supposed to share the chore with L‘mar, and he was sure that the other green weyrling wouldn‘t tell on him.
Upon entering the library, K‘vin blinked slowly. So many people... And everything just got more confusing and hard. Evyi was there, a fellow green weyrling, L‘mar was of course there, some girl who he didn‘t know was also there and then there was K‘ron. That at least managed to make K‘vin perk up a little bit. He didn‘t spend nearly enough time with his best friend in the Weyr.
But really, they would have to meet up during their free time sometime, because K‘vin was not good company today. And... He didn‘t really know what he was supposed to be doing. The weyrling looked around with a wrinkled brow and tried to figure out where he was needed the most. „So... What do you want me to do? And oh yeah... Sorry I‘m la-“ and his last word was drowned in a huge yawn.
* Weyrling K'vin - Asileth and Toll * Weyrling F'ren - Eneth and Patch
It didn’t surprise K’ron in the slightest when Evyi gave him a semi-cordial, unenthusiastic greeting, since they weren’t exactly the closest of friends. Actually, they merely tolerated one another, and barely even knew each other that well. A person with her temperament wasn’t likely to get along with him if even they did. They didn’t exactly…jive.
Grinning slightly at the other boy’s reply, K’ron shrugged one shoulder vaguely, once more beginning to crush the ingredients into pigment. “I try.” Was his simple reply, which would perhaps prove that he was losing his wit due to the late hour. Still, the weyrling continued on with his chore as his query was addressed, chuckling lightly. “Nuisance? I had a feeling it might stick, with everyone calling the poor guy that. Has Dalisth taken to him well so far? I know some dragons don’t like them.” Hearing yet another voice, the brownrider couldn’t help but turn slightly in the chair so he could see the doorway, eyeing the girl that stood there. By the looks of things, she had come to do the same chore as he, but that didn’t hearten the boy any. She had brought even more to do.
“As he said.” The boy agreed, nodding sagely towards L’mar. Of course, ‘diligently’ was probably overdoing it a bit…or a lot, but they were working, in fact. To be honest, K’ron doubted the girl would buy it even for a second, especially with the too-innocent expression the greenweyrling was trying to sell as authentic, but oh well. It was late and they were all tired. He didn’t recognize her, but that really didn’t mean much anymore. The weyrling didn’t have time to keep up with all the new candidates, seeing as a large clutch now lay upon the sands. Gesturing at the chair across from him, K’ron smiled politely at the new girl. “Have a seat. Misery loves company, I’m told.” His words and tone were playful, as was the jesting expression upon his features. “I’m K’ron, by the way.” He supplied helpfully.
To be honest, the brownrider couldn’t help but blink as yet another set of footprints entered the library, and K’ron turned to find…K’vin? A huge grin graced the boy’s face, and he chuckled slightly at his best friend’s words and the yawn. “Hey K’vin.” He said cheerfully, though not nearly as brightly as usual. Again: it was late and they were tired. Yumi perked up as he entered, trilling a greeting towards the other boy. She knew that her bonded liked him, and she was rather fond of his own flit, Toll, as well. Glancing around, the weyrling shrugged and rolled his shoulders with a light growl. He was already getting stiff, and it hadn’t even been a candlemark yet. “Well, we’re making ink, Evyi is sorting scrolls and L’mar is…sweeping.” The last word was said with a hint of disbelief, but only his friends would likely notice. “All of which are equally exciting, so take your pick.” K’ron said with a grin, attempting to lighten the mood. As late as it was, grumpy moods could easily make the atmosphere far more uncomfortable should any of them get too tired and grouchy. Himself included.
Studying the group before her, Vladisyana couldn’t help but sigh, with amusement, inwardly. Glancing at the first person, she hid a grin. “Of course. And the dust there I’m sure is the result of such painstaking care in your work.” She was teasing, given away by the glimmer of amusement in her eyes, before she walked over to the table, and Evyi. Pausing by L’mar, she leaned over to whisper in his ear, “And the innocent face really needs work, dear.” Before seating herself. She chuckled inwardly, even as her hands sorted out the basket she’d brought, placing ink powders, the mix of liquid, and the tablets for crushing into further powders before her.
Catching the glance from Evyi, Syana offered a reserved smile of her own, always wary around unknown sources, though the other seemed welcoming enough. Besides, given that they were currently the only females, well… And Evyi at least had been working. She nodded her head in greeting, only to pause at another’s arrival. Taking in the seemingly exhausted Weyrling, she let a smile slip on her lips as she listened. Given her new state at the Weyr, she wanted to learn what she could before offending anyone, and in general about what to expect should she be lucky enough to impress one of the dragons.
Turning back to K’ron, she arched and eyebrow, and shook her head, tresses tumbling about her shoulder. With a sly glance to the side at Evyi, she looked back at the boys. Just before she opened her mouth, though, yet another person came in, and she noted his name carefully, before grinning to herself. At least the people here seemed friendly enough, and on good terms with each other-always a bonus in her book. Absently crushing another tablet into an ochre powder, she waiting for K’ron to stop speaking, though she arched an eyebrow at his attempt to joke. “Vladisyana. Or Syana, if you’d rather not deal with my mouthful of a name.”
A grin added itself to her lips, and she glanced at the boys as she mixed the ink, then Evyi. “Surely we don’t need to spend too long here if we get enough done, right?” She offered, deciding that, given the amount of people, and what had obviously been done (and would need doing regardless of who was assigned) it couldn’t hurt to offer a break. Besides, it wasn’t as if she’d not prefer to be out relaxing in the evening herself, or exploring her new home. And given the rank of the others, perhaps learn what she needed to know from them, as they’d obviously been here for at least a few months.