Pinkify!? Sure why not?

[InsaneWhitey28]

It had been an interesting past few days for her certainly, learning the layabout of the Weyr so well that she could answer any question landed her way about it. Quite literally, she now knew Selenitas Weyr as well as the back of her hand, and just with that the Weyr and its occupants now sat in the palm of her hand. She could go places forbidden to her with a side tunnel most forgot about, even the wher tunnels had not been safe from her investigation, though of course she had to stay away at night and even sometimes during the day. But that wasn't the only thing that made the days interesting, she had finally learned the name of one of the riders from the Hatching. The one who killed the other candidate, Tomerin. Z'ves of blue Lucith.

She had found herself her first target.

Thus began her investigating of Z'ves, learning as much about him as possible even if it meant eavesdropping and talking to a few drunk Wastelanders that were well... wasted enough to tell another's secrets. Or one who had a deep enough grudge. Z'ves had a blue salamdyr, whose name was Lancelot, and what led her down the trail of Z'ves true nature was the fact that Lance(as many called the blue) was compared to Z'ves as more morally correct and gentlemanly like than the rider could ever hope to be. Out of the bluerider's hearing of course.

The more she learned of Z'ves the more she realized he was a wolf in sheep's clothing, and that not only made her more cautious but frightened her. After all, one of the others had mentioned 'prizes' Z'ves had collected from his 'victims', prizes that if anyone touched her nearly beat them to death, or actually killed the person. But then again, if Z'ves was the wolf stalking the ground, she was the panther stalking the trees. She was more than ready to take this overgrown canine on.

Determination settling over the fear, the teen set to work, stepping back into a world she had thought to abandon, a world she very nearly ruled apart from that nuisance Darsk. She found her inspiration from a previous prank that she heard Caden and some others had pulled off. Pink. Z'ves had pink shirts, certainly labeling him as the princess of the weyr, but he hadn't yet admitted to his status yet or gotten the right bedding, how sad. That needed ratification didn't it?

Humming to herself, the teen managed to get together some pink dye, she was after all a Weaver apprentice even if she was kicked out of the Hall. Having found Z'ves weyr she shoved the dye into a supply closet on the fourth floor in the Eastern Canyon Wall. Now to get up there without being noticed, and what better way than being a drudge?

Finding a loose stone in the drudge's living quarters, she made the opening behind it big enough to hide a few choice items, items to clean herself once the role was over and of course her very disguise. Sadly her disguise also meant going without a bath for a couple days and she was sure her roommates would not appreciate it. Oh well.

Then she tied up a few loose ends, drew the detailed picture she needed and set a date. Soon enough that date came and it was time for action. Slipping down to the drudge's living quarters midday, no drudge in sight, the teen moved aside the stone snatching up the rags and bowls of dirt she had set there. She had set there cloths and bowls of water the night before, bowls certainly cold by now, but they would do until she could get to the baths later. Quickly she changed out of shirt and simply shorts she had chosen to wear that day along with simple slipper, lucky for her she had been working hard that morning and had left her boots behind, feet aching after hauling things around for the women who wanted to rearrange the storage room. Why had she been chosen and not a boy? Only Faraneth knew.

But that was besides the point. The teen slipped the rags over her head, the sleeves long enough to cover her arms even if the upper half showed more collarbone than she thought really necessary. The dress/rag was long enough itself, reaching her knees, dirty enough too. She had made sure to roll the thing around in the dirty and much, she wanted to play this role thoroughly. She hadn't practiced it in quite some time, so it was best to do things thoroughly until she got back in the swing of things. There was one simply pocket on the dress/rag, and it would serve her well as she stuffed the folded picture into it along with gloves. Slipping off her necklace she hid it in behind the slab before taking the dirt and smearing it over herself, un-braiding her mahogany hair and dirtying that as thoroughly as possible until it looked so matted it was hard to tell it hadn't been a minute or two ago. The only thing she couldn't do about, she thought to herself as she replace the stone slab and a woman came hurrying in looking for extra help, were her eyes. Gray and flecked with gold they would help anyone her wanted to find her pick her out from the crowd. The only thing she couldn't hide. Darsk had had a trick for it, but he had never told her nor shown her, laughing and saying she would have to prove herself before he passed that little tidbit into her hands. Dragonfire burn him!

Shaking the thought of Darsk from her mind, Rosanna set of, shoulders hunched matted hair easily hiding her face as she was sent of with some chore she had no incentive to complete. Shuffling along, Rosa made her way to the riders' weyrs, grumbling about cleaning and dirty Wastelanders giving her more work(this of course received many glares, the grumbling of disgusting drudges and one stinging slap. Did she remember the woman's face? Yup. There be bad things in her weyr tonight.)

Finally she reached the fourth floor, no one in sight and she set to work, suddenly moving with surprising speed for a drudge after the achingly slow shuffle up to the third weyr on the fourth floor. The supply closet was quickly opened, tubs prepared with dye(but not before she snatched her gloves form her pocket and put them on, the brown cloth reaching up to her elbows.), buckets and brushes prepared and then off she went to the door, bucket in her hand brush at the ready.

Home of Selenitas's prettiest pink princess,[/color] she painted in large letters, adding a quick picture of a smiling/blushing Z'ves face with a crown(it helped to be an artist no?). Below it she painted, Possibly looking for dreamy princes, apply within.[/color]

Satisfied the dye wouldn't be removed short of burning, Rosanna gave a nasty smile as she opened the door, peering within or for anyone inside, dragon, salamdyr, whatever. Then she took the picture out and quickly, but precisely painted the dye over the lines on the picture, a girl and a dragon. Once that was done, she pressed it to the back of the door carefully, making sure Z'ves would be able to see it for a long while, and know the name of the one he killed.

Tomarin of green Lipith

Finishing the writing carefully, Rosanna peered about spotting the place where the spare bedding was kept and quickly grabbed the blankets and dragged them to the supply closet, throwing them in the tub to soak even as she snatched up two more buckets of dye and returned to dump them in quick succession onto the bed, making sure to spread the pinkness out. Her first bucket was also spilled across the bed, she had no other use for it anyway. Vaguely she was aware of being glad that the filth and stink on her(not to mention the scent of the dyes) more than likely would shield her scent from the blue dragon, and the blue salamdyr.

Then she placed all three buckets in the rider's bathing area, intending to wash them there since the water circulated. The tub she did the same, ringing out the blankets of excess liquid before laying them out to dry while she cleaned. Once that task was finished, her dress/rag rather wet and pink swirling away in the circulation, she placed the clean items back in the closet and returned to fold the blankets, cleaning up their dye imprints on the stone, and laid them back in their original place. Just as she turned to leave, beginning to stand from her crouch, a shine caught her eye. Curious and briefly forgetting that she had already spent too much time cleaning the buckets, brush and tub, she reached for the shine and pulled out a silver hair brush.

Is this one of his 'prizes? she asked herself, momentarily caught up with the shine. Oh dear.

[Rei]

It would seem that Rosanna wasn’t completely alone. In fact quite the contrary. She had a little spy watching her. One who was mostly curious. Frill flicking outwards once Lancelot tilted his head and watched the candidate as she painted on the door. Oh wasn’t that nice of her! She was making his bonded’s door oh so nice and pretty. The little blue mandyr had been left behind again, shoved into the same sock he always had been shoved into. A sock on which he had been chewing on from quite some time now. Finally the hole he had made was big enough to squeeze through and he hopped up onto one of the dressers in the room marking Rosanna’s progress with happy whirling eyes. At first the little blue had been unsure as of what to make of her presence but she wasn’t doing anything bad.

No in fact she seemed to be making everything prettier which was perfectly okay with him. The little mandyr even was considering telling her what a good job Rosanna was doing but he was quiet to begin with so he just gave a soft croon which couldn’t he heard anyway over the girls industrious movements. He watched her with interest until she picked up a sliver hairbrush. A loud squeal was given as she touched it frill flaring outwards in alarm. Ma’am nooooooo bad. Touch bad nooooo. Oh she shouldn’t be touching that. No one was aloud to touch that was his’s bad things happened when one touched. Hopping up and down on his little cricket like legs he bounced over to that dresser and chirped up at her imploringly. Touch baaad. She should put that down yes. Oh very much yes. His would be so angry. Speaking of his.

Lucith back winged to a landing on his ledge nostrils flaring as he caught the strange scent of the dye. Lips pulling back into a snarl he growled loud enough for the noise to be easily heard throughout the stone. The noise was followed by the sound of cursing from the rider on his back. “I swear to freaking Faranth.”

[InsaneWhitey28]

Rosanna was hardly aware of being watched, no she was only aware of the blue salamandyr, jumping when the squeal sounded, head whipping around to stare at the blue form even as his voice stabbed through her mind. She clutched the brush to her chest, heart pounding as fear raced through her veins even as pink made its way from the gloves to the brush. But even as the blue's voice came to her, stating once again that touching the brush was bad as he chirped at her, a growl rumbled through the weyr, sending Rosanna's fear spiking. A curse was heard faintly, but Rosa was already on her feet, flying for the door, just barely remembering to slip off one glove to pull it open and slam it shut without leaving a mark. Z'ves would be out here in a second, it was time to use the long legs she was born with. Even as that thought past through her mind, her eyes focused on the path in front of her, everything else becoming black as the fear spiked and she reached her stride. She didn't even realize where she was until she passed had pass the infirmary, and jumped down the stairs three at a time. Then she forced herself to slow, taking deep gulping breaths of air as she took off at a speed walk, sweat wiping away the extra dirt on her face. Cold sweat.

Shivering, Rosanna made sure the gloves and brush were hidden inside her one pocket and then quickened her pace to a jog. It wasn't unusual for a drudge to be sent running for something was it? She didn't know, but she had to blend, look less afraid than she actually was. But it was okay to look afraid if she broke something wasn't it? She didn't know. There was too much she didn't know, Shard it! Anything at all could lead Z'ves to her!

Shut up you deadglowed dimglow! she mentally berated herself, digging her nails into her palm to take her out of her fear, If you don't get ahold of yourself he will find you! Now shut up and get to the drudges quarters, and act like a drudge for Faranth's sake! That's right, she knew how to act like a drudge. It wasn't unusual to see a running drudge especially if something had been broken. Turning her sweat streaked face into a mask of worry and fear, fear that wasn't entirely faked, she broke back into a run muttering to herself about how she broke something and had to fix it, then debating whether she should be running at all. What if she got in trouble for that!? All the while her matted hair managed to hide her eyes as best as possible, and she reached the drudges quarters once again having to quell the anger warring with the fear since she had received quite a few snickers(not to mention being tripped) on her way here.

Someday... she growled to herself, then shook her head. There was no time for small fry when she had the big prey to catch. One of her prey, possibly right behind her. That set her back in motion, clawing at the block of stone quickly, making sure no other drudges were in there at the moment. She dug the brush, gloves and the picture(she had nearly forgotten about that) from her pocket and set the brush to one side, the gloves and picture to the other. She took of the rag, folding the brush inside of it and set it aside even as she grabbed the bowls of water to clean herself as well as she could, working the comb through her matted hair before braiding it quickly and tying it off, throwing it over her shoulder even as she shoved her supplies behind the slab once more and put on her shirt and shorts. She slipped on her slippers, snatched up the rag and gloves and head through the kitchen hoping to find no Z'ves. She was lucky. As she passed the kitchen hearth, she quickly and nonchalantly through the pink cloth along with the picture into the fire, the smell of burning dye briefly filling the room. There were clues, surely, but small ones and hopefully no one would think to mention the scent of dye burning to Z'ves. She'd like to use her drudge outfit once again, but for now a bath was in order. She was sick of being so dirty.

The teen left the kitchens, head high and shoulders back as she carried the rags at her side, ignoring their dampness and the treasure inside, for all the world like she was on an important mission. And for a girl it was. A bath. With no one the wiser of what that bath was meant to cover up, the faint scent of the dye wafting off her nearly overlooked...