Cut It Out (Chores)

[Lotty]

He had offered to sweep the floors, change glows...do all the sort of tasks expected of him when he was young and growing up. Those were things that were awfully "general" and general duties is exactly what he was assigned to do. it was something he felt relief in, after all, he couldn't mess this up. Or so he thought until his preconceived notions of what "general" meant were turned upside down as he was ushered away from the jobs already taken up by the girls.

He was distraught! He was confused! Surely he was not cut out for this! His face twisted into utter disbelief when he was led out to the work site and handed a hammer and saw and a pail filled with other tools of various sizes and shapes...he was trusted with these things? He couldn't name some of these things, was that a wrench or something? He turned to look at the woman who had cast him out of the main hall and sent him here to the heart of new construction - clearly one of the headwoman's evil cronies or assistants or whatever they were - and she thought nothing of K'sel's incredulous expression, "You're a strapping young man..." she gave him a pat on his bony, thin shoulder and he wavered like a sail in the wind, "do the Weyr some good, and help with the repairs?"

The brownweyrling looked down at the hammer he was brandishing. Pettahth gave it a good hard look too. Yeah sure, he could drive a nail into a piece of wood, he could cut down strips for molding and even at the correct angles at that, but he knew better than to think that he could do anything other than get in the way. This was not handy-man fix it time, this was finishing the reconstruction of the Bendenite attack that he had just been volunteered for. He could do nothing at this scale, he was not a team player. "Umm.." he began his futile pleas, "isn't there like a door hinge I could fix? Or a banister to replace? Loose floorboards somewhere?" I really don't understand why you feel the need to protest this. You can do /anything/.

Apparently the task masters agreed with this sentiment. After all, there was plenty of things to do on the ruined building. K'sel eventually found himself hunched over a couple workhorses, sweaty, sleeves rolled up, sanding down some timbers, and collecting splinters in his hands. All the while Pettahth rolled around nearby trying to stalk trundlebugs and soak up the sun. At least one of them was having fun.

((Didn't really know what board to stick it under. So I stuck it here if that's ok.))

[Rei]

((It’s Fine D’nar is joining you ;3))

Olanreth swept the ground with his tail and yawned. Chores where boring. Suddenly something caught his attention up ahead. His clutch brother Pettahth. Whatever are you doing clutchbrother mine? Rolling to his feet the pale bronze got up to get a better look. D’nar groaned as his couch suddenly rolled out from underneath his head. The bronze weyrling had been taken a much needed break. Obviously he had fallen asleep. “Darn it Olanreth next time warn me when you decide to move!” The bronze flicked his tail. You have a hard head. I am sure you are unharmed.

Rolling his eyes D’nar got to his feet and looked around the construction site. His eyes rested on K’sel. One of the brown weyrlings from his class. The kid looked like he could use a break. Picking up his water skin D’nar strode over to the other weyrling and smiled, offering the water. “Here. Take a short break. You look like you need it.” Grabbing the sanding tool from the other weyrling he got to work. “So must be nice to be a dragon at a time like this huh? They always seem to get out of doing anything constructive.”

The words where intended as an ice breaker of sorts. D’nar didn’t know the boy. But they would eventually be in the same weyrling wing. They where all in this together and so might as well work on getting along now, before your life depended on it in thread fall.

[Lotty]

The trundlebugs. They are fun to bother. And with that the dragon snorted and threw a huff of air at the insect that had crossed his path. It couldn't withstand the gust and rolled into a ball. If the dragon knew how to laugh he probably would, but not out of cruelty of course. He simply found the little creatures fascinating and more importantly: funny. He didn't dare to think that what he was doing could possibly be considered mean. The dragon stretched; one wing reaching out, a leg poking out in another direction, his tail snapping straight for a moment. He supposed he should rise to his feet, as there was company in the little clearing, and his clutchbrother at that. How rude would it be to lounge around in front of guests?

Sometimes K'sel felt like he was living in Bizzaro World. Despite being an all around jerk to most living things except maybe Pettahth and Eyesore, people still attempted to befriend him. Which was obviously due to his super awesome charms and deeply mysterious ways. No? Well maybe Thora had spilled the beans and told the Weyr that he was an "original" deep down past that prickly front that he put forth, or maybe he was just underestimating the rest of humanity and there actually were just genuinely good people. He looked at the canteen and reached out cautiously. This couldn't be anything but kindness right? It couldn't be manipulation, K'sel had nothing to give, what would anybody want out of him? Hmmmm....

He took the drink, and passively took a step to the side when D'nar took over the sanding job. He had to think over D'nar's comment about dragons. In fact, the way he stalled in reply to such a simple conversation starter was a little awkward and painted the brownweyrling as being either aloof or a bit slow. Luckily for K'sel he never cared all too much for what people thought of him. "I suppose so..." he rumbled, the right words still sitting on the tip of his tongue, "I wouldn't mind getting out of my work from time to time. After all I'm still a growing boy too..." he joked, he clearly was going to do no growing any time soon. Unless that growing was the stubble on his face. Still there was a hesitance in the accompanied laugh. He was always cautious around bronzeriders, and the weyrlings were no exception. They were going to become the leaders....D'nar could be his friend now, but he could easily become his enemy in the not too distant future. K'sel was going to do some light treading.

((Yay for threads!))

[Rei]

Olanreth watched his brown clutch brother for a minute before flopping down next to Pettahth. They do look fun to bother. The pale bronze responded cheerfully. Lowering his head he snorted as well and rumbled as the creature rolled up into a tight ball of protection. I wonder how far they will bounce? Putting words to action Olanreth flicked the bug with the tip of his tail sending it sailing across the ground. Oh! They go quite far. You should try it. The bronze turned blue whirling eyes to his clutch brother. If his was planning on working he was going to have some fun. Olanreth really didn’t mind interacting with his siblings. In fact he counted them all as belonging to him. He was right possessive of them he was. I wonder what else bounces that well.

D’nar laughed at K’sel’s statement. “You know you have a point there.” He grinned widely. “So how’s life with Pettahth? Olanreth is a right pain in the ass about over seventy percent of the time. I hope you got an more even tempered dragon.” From behind him he heard his bronze snort and he rolled his eyes at Olanreth for K’sel‘s benefit.” He does that when he’s annoyed. Which again feels like all the time.” Turning he mock bowed to his dragon. “I’m sorry Olanreth my dear friend. Have I upset you?” Not getting a reaction D’nar shrugged and went back to sanding. “Really though Olanreth isn’t as bad as Ke’rin’s bronze. You don’t see him going around posing and claiming himself to be a prince. He just ignores me when he is embarrassed or fed up with me. Like he just did there.”

Wiping his hands on his pants the weyrling grabbed another board. “So how did you get roped into construction? I just came around at the wrong time apparently. The headwoman can be a witch when she’s in a bad mood.” D’nar winked at K’sel. “I saw we where on the same chore rotation looks like we will be seeing a lot of each other.” the bronze weyrling stuck out his hand in an offer to shake. “I’m D’nar and you already know Olanreth.”

[Lotty]

K'sel immediately opened his mouth to respond, but closed it again. He was about to go on a spiel about how his relationship with Pettahth consisted of varying threats ranging from biting to leaving the brown out in the cold. To be fair the brown totally started it when he tackled the poor boy that day on the sands. From that day forward it was a fight: the determined dragonet whose only desire was to fullfill his destiny and be the best brown dragon on the planet vs. K'sel who liked to drink and figured life consisted of having babies and dying; all the stuff in between, all the fighting, all the turmoil, well that was all obviously there to waste the time. Maybe there was more to life, maybe there wasn't, but until then K'sel didn't think there was much of Pern worth fighting for anymore, and Pettahth existed to show him the light. Opposites do attract.

But really did K'sel want to get into these types of existential discussions with D'nar? No. So he gave a simple answer, he lied instead, lets just let the bronze boy think that he was the only one with the problems, "Pettahth and I are as right as rain." And thankfully the brown did little to protest, because in his mind they were! Their jabs at each other, the biting, the shoving - all love taps. Together K'sel and Pettahth spoke in a dreary, abrasive way that only they understood.

The brown took his own turn at making the trundlebugs bounce, kneeling down on his front two legs behind some taller grass and ambushing the oversized rollie-pollie with his tail and sending the curled up bug off a few good meters. Hmmf, he did much better than Olanreth if he said so himself, but being the ever diplomatic thing he gave the rather neutral reply of They do now don't they? He crouched, ready to flick another one.

K'sel watched out of the corner of his eye as he took another swig of the water, "It was decided that I was a 'strapping young lad', which clearly means that the headwoman is just hot for my body. She is probably going to show up before you know it, she's just so eager to see me all hot and sweaty," had it been said by anyone else it might not be so funny, but with the dry bite of K'sel's voice it's outlandishness was increased tenfold. If they really were going to be seeing so much of each other, then the bronzeweyrling was going to get an earful of K'sel's cynicism on a daily basis, but he might also get to see some of his more energetic antics. He was just going to have to take the good with the bad.

The dark haired young man reached out to shake, "I'm K'sel," he nodded at his dragon, "of course Pettahth....nice to meet you...formally..." of course he already knew D'nar's name, but he supposed this introduction step put them a bit beyond acquaintances.