Post by hseru on Apr 4, 2009 19:57:36 GMT -5
This time, this time she'd spoken up before she was assigned a task. Of course, the poorly copied documents from her last session in the archival department served as the best reason to give her another job, which she brought up to help prove the point. The master archivist grimaced at her, revealing that they'd had to have everything recopied. She almost laughed, almost. Rozen felt a small sense of annoyance at the fact that she'd gone from copying from scrolls as a candidate, to mixing ink as a newly impressed wherhandler. Oh well. Soon she'd get the chance to work in the creche again. Even if it would only be during the late afternoon and evening, putting the children to bed was enjoyable enough.
Working with a mortar and pestle, Rozen was grinding the requested pigments into a fine powder, her wrist beginning to hurt a bit with the repetitive motions and constant applied pressure. She hadn't been at it for long. The sun still sat on the horizon, and Rozsk had yet to wake. Very faint traces of the emotions she felt while dreaming were brushing against Rozen's mind, but she was getting rather used to the sensation. The currently much stronger presence of Zeek in her mind took precedence.
The brown was perched on her desk, watching her grind while he batted at a stray gall she'd given him to keep him amused. She'd occasionally bat it from his grasp across the room, and Zeek, trilling happily, would go to retrieve it and bring it back when she spoke the command. This was one way she'd been told to train the flitter. If he could fetch things, then she could teach him the specific names to items and have him go get them. Training him was proving difficult though, as he constantly got distracted. A breeze shuffles some papers on a distant desk, and he zips over to see. A dust bunny gets moved with the opening of a door, and he goes to snatch it. Someone new walks by the door and he warbles a greeting. His tail twitches and he's amused for hours.
Zeek dropped the gall near her hand, and Rozen flicked it with her finger. "Zeek, return." She said, but he was already gone before she'd given the command. She grinned, shaking her head. It was doubtful if he'd ever learn this trick, but who knew? If nothing else, it kept him happy, which made her happy, even as she bent to the task at hand again, tossing in the next few ingredients in the required amounts, reading through the instructions to make sure everything was going in correctly.
Working with a mortar and pestle, Rozen was grinding the requested pigments into a fine powder, her wrist beginning to hurt a bit with the repetitive motions and constant applied pressure. She hadn't been at it for long. The sun still sat on the horizon, and Rozsk had yet to wake. Very faint traces of the emotions she felt while dreaming were brushing against Rozen's mind, but she was getting rather used to the sensation. The currently much stronger presence of Zeek in her mind took precedence.
The brown was perched on her desk, watching her grind while he batted at a stray gall she'd given him to keep him amused. She'd occasionally bat it from his grasp across the room, and Zeek, trilling happily, would go to retrieve it and bring it back when she spoke the command. This was one way she'd been told to train the flitter. If he could fetch things, then she could teach him the specific names to items and have him go get them. Training him was proving difficult though, as he constantly got distracted. A breeze shuffles some papers on a distant desk, and he zips over to see. A dust bunny gets moved with the opening of a door, and he goes to snatch it. Someone new walks by the door and he warbles a greeting. His tail twitches and he's amused for hours.
Zeek dropped the gall near her hand, and Rozen flicked it with her finger. "Zeek, return." She said, but he was already gone before she'd given the command. She grinned, shaking her head. It was doubtful if he'd ever learn this trick, but who knew? If nothing else, it kept him happy, which made her happy, even as she bent to the task at hand again, tossing in the next few ingredients in the required amounts, reading through the instructions to make sure everything was going in correctly.