Post by flupine on Aug 19, 2008 0:41:05 GMT -5
K’dran rather liked his chores this rotation, well if one could truly enjoy one’s chores, then he would be doing such right now. Despite the work, “General Weyr clean up” was probably the best assignment in his choice. This kind of chore was open for interpretation and one could do pretty much whatever suited their mood. If one could choose a chore to suit their mood. K’dran must actually be getting use to the Weyrling stuff to be actually enjoying his chores. But as now, K’dran wanted to explore a little, sure he had grown up in the Weyr but this Weyr was fairly large and when Sera had been ruling over it with her irontight fist… well one did not intrude into an area that one was not invited. Which meant K’dran never left the the space between the far wall of the Creche and the far wall of the Kitchen except on rare occasions. Now however, things had not only lightened up considerably but he now had a relatively good excuse to be searching around the Weyr. He had General Weyr clean up. Which obviously included the Weyrfolk Apartments.
Finally reaching his destination, an empty Weyr built high in a tall tree, K’dran set his cleaning equipment. And he had come ready for all sorts of surprises, a broom, a mop, a bucket, various cleaning chemicals, various clothes, various items that he was not sure what to do with but thought they might find some use if he brought them along. The usual. Proud that he made it thus far, K’dran all but beamed in pride at his ability of being able to haul his load from the Kitchens to the Weyrfolk apartments. But now that he was here, K’dran was curious. Even before he started cleaning, K’dran looked around the empty Weyr, feeling an odd since odd Deja-vu. If he had not Impressed Risith he would be living in one of these Apartments. Probably right now, he might be living in this exact Weyr, if he had not Impressed. And looking around he was fervently glad that he had.
Feeling something move against his chest, K’dran reached under his tunic to pullthe soft bundle of fur out from the sling he had made to carry the animal with him. His feline cub. He was still trying to pick out a name for the creature but for now, he carried the bundle around in a hidden sling under his tunic most of the times, pulling it out whenever it woke up and he deemed it safe enough. K’dran had been very secretive and careful with the feline since he had bought it at the Gather. It was not that he did not want anyone to know that he had the creature but other than not wanting to be made fun of for having it he had weird visions of the tiny cub being kicked around or stolen. Which made k’dran all the more protective. But in the empty Weyr, they were safe enough. K’dran sat the dark cub down, watching it happily as it stalked it’s way across the Weyr, chasing beams of light that danced on the dusty floor and webs that stretched out from dim corners. Corners he would need to watch and edges of the Weyr he had to be careful of, if he planned on keeping the cub inside the Weyr. Go play cub, I’m just going to clean and think of some names for you. Oh Shells! Now he was talking to the thing as if it were Risith and would answer him back.
Picking up the broom, K’dran began to sweep out the room, pushing the dirt into one pile while he hummed to himself. Dark?Darkness? Midnight? Black? Between? Night? He eyed the cub a moment making a quick list of names. He was so dark, nearly all black but their were faint tabby markings on him. Or at least the Vendor said they were Tabby markings. Humming again, he reached the broom up to sweep down some webs. Name…name… name..
Finally reaching his destination, an empty Weyr built high in a tall tree, K’dran set his cleaning equipment. And he had come ready for all sorts of surprises, a broom, a mop, a bucket, various cleaning chemicals, various clothes, various items that he was not sure what to do with but thought they might find some use if he brought them along. The usual. Proud that he made it thus far, K’dran all but beamed in pride at his ability of being able to haul his load from the Kitchens to the Weyrfolk apartments. But now that he was here, K’dran was curious. Even before he started cleaning, K’dran looked around the empty Weyr, feeling an odd since odd Deja-vu. If he had not Impressed Risith he would be living in one of these Apartments. Probably right now, he might be living in this exact Weyr, if he had not Impressed. And looking around he was fervently glad that he had.
Feeling something move against his chest, K’dran reached under his tunic to pullthe soft bundle of fur out from the sling he had made to carry the animal with him. His feline cub. He was still trying to pick out a name for the creature but for now, he carried the bundle around in a hidden sling under his tunic most of the times, pulling it out whenever it woke up and he deemed it safe enough. K’dran had been very secretive and careful with the feline since he had bought it at the Gather. It was not that he did not want anyone to know that he had the creature but other than not wanting to be made fun of for having it he had weird visions of the tiny cub being kicked around or stolen. Which made k’dran all the more protective. But in the empty Weyr, they were safe enough. K’dran sat the dark cub down, watching it happily as it stalked it’s way across the Weyr, chasing beams of light that danced on the dusty floor and webs that stretched out from dim corners. Corners he would need to watch and edges of the Weyr he had to be careful of, if he planned on keeping the cub inside the Weyr. Go play cub, I’m just going to clean and think of some names for you. Oh Shells! Now he was talking to the thing as if it were Risith and would answer him back.
Picking up the broom, K’dran began to sweep out the room, pushing the dirt into one pile while he hummed to himself. Dark?Darkness? Midnight? Black? Between? Night? He eyed the cub a moment making a quick list of names. He was so dark, nearly all black but their were faint tabby markings on him. Or at least the Vendor said they were Tabby markings. Humming again, he reached the broom up to sweep down some webs. Name…name… name..