Row, row, row your boat (Chores:July)

[flupine]

Boats. Finally something physical, something that let K'dran out of the stuffy Kitchens he had all but grown up in and out into fresh air. Ferrying people back and forth across the river was not such a terrible job, tiring but not bad. Especially considering when the pompous Bronze laid out, sunning while K'dran worked for the better part of the day. It was difficult to bring the dragon along to complete chores but outside like this was perfect. A perfect day ... with the perfect dragon Risith lazy voice just could not help but add it in. He was perfect after all. Stepping out of a finally, empty boat, K'dran stretched tall, bending an arm back to rub his tired shoulders, moving them in small circles to try to work the kinks out of them. It was a physical task, rowing people to and fro but Risith enjoyed the attention. Though the dragon did not join him on any trips, he did manage to stand at the edge of the River Bank and strut in circles showing off. It seemed showing off is what the weyrling dragon did best.

K'dran walked over to where the small bronze dragon lay, sunning himself, to flop down beside him. It still awed him, that he had somehow managed to impress such a creature as he. Though Risith did not find much amusement in the fascination of His. To Risith, they belonged together, Risith was great and so was K'dran. End of story. Reaching out a hand to stroke down the gleaming hide, K'dran considered whether he should take a break and eat something, his stomach was starting to growl pretty angrily at him, which was never a good sign. Are you going to work more, mine? Or take a rest. Because a rest sounds good. We did a lot of work today. We deserve a rest. Risith's voice held a sharp edge to it, which plainly told K'dran that something was not right in Risith's world. Which translated to anything and everything, maybe he was growing to warm or maybe he was bored or maybe he did not like the scenery. Risith was fussy over nearly everything. Deciding that keeping busy would be the best course of action until the storm of Risith blew over, K'dran stood up to walk over to a nearby turned over boat. The bottom of the hull was scarred badly and the bow needed some patch work. The perfect job to keep K'dran's hands busy.

Watching K'dran carefully, Risith tried to sound uninterested but was unable to keep the complaint completely out of his mindvoice, even to the point of Risith snapping in agitation. Perhaps if mine were to take better care of me. Bathe me. Oil me. I can feel dirt on me, K'dranmine. DIRT!! How can you expect me to look great when you do not bathe me correctly? Not looking up, still working on scrubbing the boat to even out the scarring, K'dran answered without looking up. I just bathed you, not even a full two days ago. Huffing now, Risith bloated up to his full , rather small but fullest potential. I demand better care! I cannot be seen dirty!

Still scraping furiously at the boat, K'dran answered in a noncommittal way. When I finish. And he would, he would do anything that Risith wanted. He simply could not let the dragon think he could get anything and everything his way, now could he?

[randi]

Feeling better than he had in ages, L'ron was more than eager to do actual chores. Getting boat duty had significantly raised the lad's spirits, only to find that his bond grumbled more about the pleasantness His felt. Fortith wasn't with him now. Instead, the blue had retreated to a usually isolated part of the river, which he claimed was for sunning, but the weyrling knew better. Since his meeting with Tanith, Fortith had entered into a near obsession with finding time to be alone, to try and at least learn how to glide decently well. L'ron had left it be as he did now. Let Fortith assume he didn't know. Probably for the best.

However, even after the bright circumstances that rested on him now did not find him the ideal person to be steering passengers around the Weyr. So he had been wandering to the different landing places, looking for where he could help, and it was by accident that he happened upon K'dran as he inspected the hull of the turned over boat.

"Hey, you need any help?" The lad asked, one hand running through his hair while he glanced at the young bronze nearby, finding himself unable to care about the color of the dragon as he might have before, to hold this other higher than his peers simply for his Impression. Then again, it was excruciatingly hard for him to try and put himself beneath anyone simply because Fortith was blue.

He gave a half smile, looking back at the other, waiting for confirmation before he walked any closer. Some people worked better alone, and he could respect that. Sort of.

[Kisha-Ra]

Janisi smiled, she might not know a great deal about boats but this was an activity where she and Storith could be together, or at least more together than they were during other chores. She cast a glance at the feline striped shape of her dragon sprawled out in the sun while Janisi slapped tar on the hull of various boats in vain attempt to stop them from leaking.

You know what? I like this. I like being able to come outside with you to do things. That smells though. When are you stopping. Oh look at that![/color] Storith stopped her rambling commentary on how satisfied she was with current affairs to stretch her neck out and follow the progress of a silver scaled fish down the river with her muzzle. It’s just a fish. Janisi dismissed it and slapped her brush against the defective hull again.