This is Better ((Chores, Group III, July))

[lilliana]

It had been time for chores, yet again. Rolling her eyes, Lyelle had firmly told Pip to stay in the Barracks, and just go to sleep. Seeing as how the little (or, not so little) green had just finished eating, she would had no problems whatsoever. Pip managed a drowsy tail-flick in response to her lifemate's order before curling up on her couch and laying her wedge-shaped head down. Ah, well, it was better than last time, when she was hopping around the room like an excited flitter. The green weyrling had shrugged, scratched Sissy's eyeridges affectionately, and then turned around and left.

Kitchen Duty this time, thankfully. She could do that. Being a weyrbrat, it was nothing she hadn't done before, at the very least. And, well... it was better than Record Duty - by far. Lyelle still had memories of that sharding, sharding, sharding last chore time. (Imagine that - she still had memories from an event that occurred a handful of days ago!) She would probably hate records until the end of time, now. But she didn't have to do it today, nope. Thank Faranth... or, rather, thank the Weyrling Master, who decided to put some out of their misery.

Now, Lyelle was sweeping the floors in the Kitchen, cleaning under a table that had just been vacated by a pair of riders. For once, she wasn't listening to the Weyr gossip, or joining in a conversation - instead, she was trying to keep Ril away from the pile. "You just need to go back to the room, Ril, and curl up with Pipsissoth. Faranth, you have too much energy for one as young as yourself. Just... get out of my hair and my work!" She picked her broom up for a moment to point the wooden end at her flitter. "You can stay if you don't make too much fuss," she finally said, realizing that the green wasn't going to go. It needed to seem like she had won the fight, after all.

Ril seemed victorious as she swooped around, landing on a nearby table and cocking her head as she looked at her humanthing. You see - she won. She always won. Chirping happily, she moved to circle around Lyelle's head - much to the weyrling's irritation - as the girl continued to sweep, moving her pile meticulously towards a more out-of-the-way spot.

[randi]

He couldn't escape the kitchens, could he? Zolten was used to being a drudge, so everything was almost like standard procedure: being yelled at, working with his hands, zoning out to avoid having to bear every single minute of work. However, working on food was soon not good enough, his hands lagging, and so he had been put on a different object so as to allow the other work to get done faster.

He danced among the tables with his broom, avoiding the weyrfolk that walked among him with practiced ease. Grabbing a pile of dirt beneath the center of a table, he slowly brushed it out, spotting that his table was being occupied by a green fire-lizard, whose gaze indicated that he should stop moving backwards before he butt-bumped into another unfortunate worker.

Glancing over his shoulder, Zolten grinned at the girl, chuckling. "She yours?" He tried to strike up conversation, gathering nearby dust and dirt into his pile, almost determined to make his larger than Lyelle's as a sort of miniature competition. He was certain he'd probably met the girl before, but names were not always his strongest point. He knew her as a weyrling, which gave him points on a nonexistent scoreboard in his head.

[Kisha-Ra]

J’on’s eyes darted around the kitchen as he filled a tray with spiced pastries, satisfied no one was watching he quickly crammed one of the pastries in his mouth and carried on working. I saw you do that.[/color] Rinagth muttered in the back of his mind. You should be feeding me, not yourself, and I want a bath and then I want oiling so I look my usual lovely self.[/color] The green continued to make perfectly reasonable (in her opinion) demands, J’on should be spending time with her not doing all those other boring things.

I’ll do all that for you brightlove, I swear, just as soon as I can leave my chores. J’on promised and stuffed two more pastries before picking up his tray and carrying it out into the dining room.

‘Get out of it’ R’aro hissed and shooed Telba away from the meat he was chopping, well trying to chop anyway. It was kind of hard to chop anything when a firelizard popped in to see what you were up to every few minutes. The chubby green mearly blinked at her minething innocently and hopped down to the floor where she skittered around peoples’ feet eating any crumb she came across.

R’aro rolled his eyes and got back to work with a sigh, reducing low quality cuts of meat into chunks for the endless round of stews that were such a staple of Weyr food.