So Overwhelmed (Farryl

[dragon]

It was as if a molehill had just become a mountain. There had been a ton of work to do around the Weyr before ... but now that the latest attack had come and gone ... it was worse. Why in the world the Main Hall had been burnt down, C'oar had no idea what so ever. But it had exponentially increased the construction work to be done. C'oar had once vaguely wondered if it had been a ploy by S'rei to keep C'oar's hands busy ... keep him from inventing any time soon. The thought didn't stick, and he sometimes wondered if it had been Frosstyth's thought instead. But .... eh. Whatever.

It was not the Main Hall, that was for sure. But it was the area where the cooks had set up temporary shop to get the Weyr fed. There wasn't much in the way of accommodations at all, and all the dishes had been burnt up. Even the metal ones ... subjected to a fire of that intensity, it was not hard to imagine tin metal slagging into a pile of mush. C'oar idly wondered if he shouldn't go make some metal dishes instead of work on construction for a bit. Just to make the meals taste right again. There was just ... something different about a stew cooked in cast iron, rather than on pounded metal dishes.

Getting a random roundish hunk of bread that might before have been a shaped roll given the right pans (bread baked on rock was just weird, too), C'oar picked up a link of cold sausage and went to find a place to sit. It was a small break between working sessions, and he fully intended to eat what he could before going back to the labor-intensive job of rebuilding the Weyr. Or at least, the parts that needed it.

Spotting Farryl not terribly far away, he wandered over in that direction. He didn't know her particularly well, beyond having been in the same class as her. But he did know she was one of Saeo's friends. Which was good enough to make a point of going over to say hi.

"You look terribly occupied." He commented, lightly.

[Rowana]

Farryl was pretty busy. With the Main Hall and all it's fixings destroyed, everyone was busy with something. Not only did the Main Hall need to be fixed so they could all have proper meals, but the Infirmary ledge was damaged and full of patients. On top of it all, Hepaticath was egg heavy and probably insisting that the Hatching grounds get cleaned up as soon as possible. It was a nonstop list of things to be done. Hoayamae, still grumpy about her kitchen, had heard that Farryl had some skill with wood carving, even if she wasn't even an apprentice. Novice work would do in a pinch, so Farryl had been working all morning making bowls for the cranky cook. At least she was assured that they would only use her slightly crooked and oblong dishes until proper ones arrived.

Farryl put down the bowl she was working on and eyed C'oar's lunch hungrily. "I think everyone is," she agreed. "How are you holding up?" As a Smith Crafter, they most have found even more things for him to do.

[dragon]

C'oar took a seat nearby, and offered her the roll. "Yes, I imagine everyone is." He answered. "I'm doing fine. I was working on similar projects before this catastrophe hit, so it is pretty much the same day in and day out for me. Busy, as usual. Just the projects change." C'oar picked up her half carved bowl and looked at it, turning it over. Eventually, he set it down again. Wooden dishes were a lot harder and more time consuming to make than metal ones - he had to wonder why they hadn't asked for a metal smith to make them. It would be faster for sure.

Maybe it was the materials. People were twitchy about materials here... and one thing was for certain - Selenitas had no shortage of wood! Tearing the link in half, he offered her part of that, too, well aware that hard work needed protein. He'd go back and get more in a bit. In the mean time, he wasn't above sharing.

"I think most of the sand has been changed out, now, though it's not finished. The stands are still waiting on fresh wood to arrive from the mill." C'oar answered. "The wagons are being slowed by wet roads, I suspect. Why they don't send riders to fetch the material in, I don't know." C'oar shrugged a bit. "The quarters have been put on hold until more pressing matters have been fixed. I think they're still hewing on a new Hall, inner construction hasn't even started yet. I don't know much on that subject." C'oar admitted. To be honest, he wasn't even entirely sure where the new Hall was going to be.

"I have heard word that once the current projects are done, there's been a request made to go ahead and move the Candidate Barracks into stone, too. That's the last building still in a tree, you know."

[Rowana]

Farryl took the questionable roll and sausage half with a grateful smile. She tore the roll in half to and handed the rest back to C'oar. "Thanks, I'll try to get you some more later." Zellos eyed the sausage hungrily from her shoulder. Farryl-love give Zellos tasty? he asked privately. He almost never bothered to include others in his conversations. She snorted. "Why should I? You're not much good except for getting in the way." Realizing she'd said that allowed, she added hurriedly. "Not you, C'oar. Him." She pointed an accusing finger at the salamandyr.

She chewed some of the roll and glanced around idly. It was starting to look better, but there was still a lot of work to be done. "That's probably wise," she agreed. After two attacks involving fire, it was becoming obvious that wooden buildings had been a bad idea. Even if they had been lovely. She would miss them, but she'd rather be safe. "I'm surprised we hadn't done it before now, but I guess there were other things to worry about." More trouble with the North, plagues, disappearances. It seemed not a month went by without something going wrong.

[dragon]

C'oar accepted the half of a roll back again without comment in either direction. "You're welcome, and don't worry about it." He munched on the bit of roll as she talked, his gaze shifting to the mandyr and back again. Saeo had two of the monsters, he was quite aware when talk was directed to them. He nodded a bit in reply. It seemed almost everyone had at least one these days. And that was a little disturbing. The affliction seemed contagious. C'oar didn't make much of it, but he really detested the creatures. The only reason he put up with Saeo's two was because they were ... well ... Saeo's. In spite of how badly Freckle hated him and how annoying Baby was. They were tolerated.

Pests.

"Still waiting to hear if it's actually going to happen, though. Orders are slow to percolate up and down the lines sometimes." Yeah, he'd learned about chain of command already... apparently it was stepping out of line to go ahead and go talk to the boss-man himself to find out what was going on. So ... wait for all the in betweens to get around to saying something, and hope to Faranth that they didn't corrupt what the original idea was. Who knew? They might end up building a log cabin. How stupid was that? "There's always plenty to worry about, especially when you go looking for it." C'oar pointed out. "I have found it's simpler to just focus on what's at hand and try to stick with that for the time being. It gets more accomplished with less stress, anyway." That's what the guys in charge were for, right? To overview the whole thing, keep everyone going the same way. It was irritating the whole thing was. But ... if that's how they wanted it done. "There seems to be a lot of blocks in the path to progressive action. The infirmary was not moved until it was destroyed. The hall was never moved until it was destroyed ... it would not surprise me a bit if the last tree building follows suit. Patterns have this nasty habit of repeating."

Unfortunately.

[Rowana]

Farryl nodded. She understood the need for coordination, but sometimes it would be nice to have a better idea of what was going on rather then just a small part. Still, it was good to keep busy and feel helpful. Especially when having nothing to do got you thinking about what might happen next time there was an attack. A possibility that seemed all too real now.

"I hope not," she said. She did like the tree buildings. Until they started being so dangerous. Now she hoped the candidates would get moved as soon as possible. The last thing they needed was to leave them exposed. Without them, they ran the risk of most of Hepaticath's clutch going between. "As neat as they are, we don't see to be at peace anymore." It was a sad thought. "It's better to be safe then comfortable."

[dragon]

C'oar had to agree - living in a tree, after living in a stone hold, had been quite the experience. If at first a nerve-wracking one. It was definitely an experience that told Candidates to what just exactly the point of Riders was. And the responsibility that went with the dragon. More than just caring for the dragon, but suddenly having the whole of Pern counting on you to do your job. "They were ... interesting." He agreed. "But ... safe and comfortable at the same time is a nice combination."

He had no idea if it would happen, but given as he was smack in the middle of the construction effort, it was likely he'd have a hand in it if it did happen. He always tried to put forth the best effort possible, making the new accommodations as useful and comfortable as possible, given the time and material constraints. That and space ... there was only so much cliff face, after all.

"How did Peppeth come through?" He asked. A lot of dragons had come out a whole lot the worse for the wear - some never left their weyrs, but even still. Frosstyth wasn't entirely untouched, though he was by far better than a lot of them. C'oar hadn't heard a word one way or the other about Peppeth, so he thought he'd ask.