Post by Ember on Sept 25, 2008 19:50:47 GMT -5
Swish swish swish. The sound of a mop doing its job. There were myriad other sounds in the weyr's bathing rooms, such as the sighs of relaxing weyrfolk or the splashing of weyrbrats. The only other sound that mattered to the candidate doing his chores was the non-stop talking of his young blue salamandyr. The thing positively delighted in talking nonsense to everyone, everywhere. He loved Sloth, he really did but...sometimes it was too much. The blue was oblivious to His' discomfort. He broadcast for all to hear, No? Nono! Noglow. Glow? It made no sense, as usual. Indeed, he had learned the word glow from the Headwoman when she had asked Ferneth to change the glows.
Ferny sighed, looking around to see what more he had to mop. He frowned at a questionably coloured puddle on the floor. The sheepish looking weyrbrat not far away told him who was the culprit. He started to mop up that mess, thinking that he'd never be done. Was there someway he could use Sloth to drive everyone away? He looked at the blue 'mandyr lazily drooped over his shoulder, barely holding on to the boy's shirt. "Sloth?" Ferny tried to get his attention but the blue had found something to talk to. Sloth suddenly jumped, latching onto the mop handle and sliding down to the wet part. He buried himself into the dripping strands and chattered at them.
The tall candidate bent down to look in at the blue. At this rate he'd never finish! "Come on, get out of there already. I need to mop!" He didn't realize how odd he looked, seemingly talking to a mop, just like Sloth was doing. He couldn't very well continue with his pet in it. "Sloth! You don't know what that's mopped up. I don't even know what it's mopped up." No use. Sloth was not coming out and the angry complaint he received kept him from pulling him out. Now what? Perhaps he could search out someone or something he'd take more interest in talking to...
Ferny sighed, looking around to see what more he had to mop. He frowned at a questionably coloured puddle on the floor. The sheepish looking weyrbrat not far away told him who was the culprit. He started to mop up that mess, thinking that he'd never be done. Was there someway he could use Sloth to drive everyone away? He looked at the blue 'mandyr lazily drooped over his shoulder, barely holding on to the boy's shirt. "Sloth?" Ferny tried to get his attention but the blue had found something to talk to. Sloth suddenly jumped, latching onto the mop handle and sliding down to the wet part. He buried himself into the dripping strands and chattered at them.
The tall candidate bent down to look in at the blue. At this rate he'd never finish! "Come on, get out of there already. I need to mop!" He didn't realize how odd he looked, seemingly talking to a mop, just like Sloth was doing. He couldn't very well continue with his pet in it. "Sloth! You don't know what that's mopped up. I don't even know what it's mopped up." No use. Sloth was not coming out and the angry complaint he received kept him from pulling him out. Now what? Perhaps he could search out someone or something he'd take more interest in talking to...
