And People Thought She Was Dirty (JanChores/ Open)

[jaq]

Dyudahlii set off gathering the soiled linens from the various collection points throughout the Weyrling barracks. Qinaii helping her by locating the next bundle of linen while she was collecting the previous one. With the amount of dirty linen she collected, she could assume that the laundry had not been done in a while.

Dyu was disappointed in her fellow Weyrlings, to think that they could allow this much filth to gather without tending to it sooner. She called to Nemmalorith who was back in their room, Dyu needed to enlist her help to carry the bedding to the river to give it a good wash.

Nemma found her quickly, and Dyu used a couple sheets to tie a small load of linen to Nemma's back. Not to heavy is it? Dyu asked. I promise I'll give you a nice bath when we are through. "Qinaii?" Dyu directed her attention to the firelizard that was getting agitated about how long it was taking to strap the laundry to Nemma, they should already be at the river washing this stuff. Qinaii stopped his chittering as Dyu called him. "Do you mind trying to find some soap as we take this to the river, you can meet us up there when you find some." A task, a task, Qinaii thought to himself, he imagined with how slow they were he could find the soap and beat them too the river. He started bounding down the hall, determined to flash images of soap to all he passed until he either found the soap himself or someone led him to it.

Dyu finished securing a bundle of linen to her own back, and then picked up one bundle in each hand. Come on Nemmalove, let's go, the sooner we get this done the sooner we can take our own baths. The odd looking pair then started making their way out of the barracks to head to the river.

[Requiem]

“That’s quite a load you have there, miss,” commented the man leaning against a tree, taking one of the laundry sacks from her before she could react or protest. Former weyrlingmaster busted down to wingrider for a cleanly snapped nose, the man was amiable enough for all the rumors that may or may not have been circulating about him and his northern-bred blue. At any rate, the smile was an infectious one, and he flipped the sack over his shoulder. Bored? Out for a stroll? Napping? Who could say, with F’ur?

“Best to keep at least a hand free, these days.” The words were added lightly, though there was something about the statement that suggested more than casual playfulness. Perhaps that was the reason, then…a strange determination to continue to look out for the young little southerners that didn’t think about things like keeping a hand free when venturing out. Not that most of them would be much better off, hands or no. “And who is this lovely young green, then? Oh, beautiful, you’re going to have to promise not to grow up on me; my cranky old blue wouldn’t be able to resist you, I think.”

Wrinkling his nose, he flashed his boyish grin at the girl once more. “Dyudahlii, isn’t it? Congratulations for Impressing at your first standing.” No, he didn’t know all the candidates or all the weyrlings, but this one was a bit unique, showing up out of the woods, and F’ur heard things. So did Inocenth. It was a pastime of theirs…keeping an ear to the ground as far as gossip was concerned. Dyudahlii apparently was unique enough to set some tongues to wagging.

[jaq]

"Thank you," Dyu said, as the man relieved her of one of her bundles. She was a bit surprised, people didn't talk to her much here, let alone help her. Even though her time here has been growing, people still seem reluctant to befriend her, so she was grateful for this encounter. Though something did bother her about his statement about keeping a free hand, not really how he said it but she could sense from him a seriousness in his words. Of course she had overheard things that have been happening recently, like the poisoning at the river, and the missing people, but no one has spoken to her directly. She was only used to defending herself from the wild, this unknown enemy unsettled her.

Nemmalorith puffed up with pride as the man complimented her beauty, and how his blue might not be able to resist her once she was grown, of course she knew this already, she was the best after all. I like this man Dyumine, Nemma said as she kept gloating in her mind, thinking upon her incomparable beauty. Dyu laughed, "You might want to be careful at what you say around my Nemma here, she tends to have a rather large ego." At that Nemma snorted at Dyu and raised her snout into the air. Do not. Dyu just laughed again. Oh Nemmalove, you know I think you are the best too, Dyu said as she put her hand on Nemma's shoulder.

Excited chittering and fluting could be heard as flashes of soap appeared in Dyu's mind. "Oh no." Dyu was too overburdened to move quick enough, and before she could even turn to see, Qinaii had crashed into her once again, this time throwing her off balance and sending her tumbling onto the ground.