Archive Duties (Group III, June)

[missa]

Religna didn't actually mind working in the records room for her chores, strangely enough. It was quiet, and there weren't many of them actually working in the records room so it was a nice time to relax and think, and talk to her bondeds. Besides that, it wasn't as though it was hard work, copying out old, faded records, big deal. Though, the pile never seemed to get any smaller, hadn't another group been doing this exact thing not long ago?

It didn't really matter, but when both bonded's were asleep, it gave her time to wonder. Wonder about Toria, and her complete clingyness, which wasn't all that annoying. Wonder about Ith, thoughts that always brought a tender smile. It was just confusing sometimes, wondering why those two beautiful creatures would choose her of all people. Again, it didn't matter, but it was something to fill her thoughts.

Humming absently as she carefully checked the scroll she was copying before writing it down, Religna would honestly say she was a little bored. She almost, almost, longed for some company. It was just too quiet. Almost eerie really. Even with her humming, which sounded oddly loud. toria seemed to pick up on her thoughts, waking with a small cheep. Did Hers want her for something? Maybe? Yes? No?
"Hey sweetie, you can go back to sleep if you want." Inwardly, Religna was pleased Toria was awake, but if the green wanted to sleep, she wouldn't stop her.

[Tashe]

Again, the Weyrlingmaster had stuck her with a chore that really didn't fit her fancy, and copying archives were not her forte. Slinking quietly into the Archives, Saraina was immediately drawn to the only current living thing in the library. Luckily the station across from the other Senior Weyrling was fully prepared for copying manuscripts, so it gave the girl an excuse not to run around the room looking for fresh paper and ink. Grunting an unintelligible greeting to Religna as she sat heavily down in the chair, Saraina took a few moments to boredly rest her forehead on the table. "Shaarrdd it all. Couldn't they have given me boat duty?" Speaking this unhappily before sitting up and then back in her chair, the Blueweyrling sighed and collected her quill. Slipping a piece of paper from her clean stack onto her desk, Saraina repeated this process with a manuscript and quietly dipped her quill into the ink. "Farnath... this is going to be boring."

/Maybe not... you might learn about old styles of Dragon fighting!/ Hah. Thats what you are into... I'll be lucky if I can find some scrolls here about the crimes people have committed. /You and your thieving. I thought you were over that./ I was. But its hard not to nick something pretty, and besides, it will be interesting to know who was the greatest criminal... Looking up as her two flitters began to chatter, the Blueweyrling shushed them into submission before returning to trying to copy the manuscript.

[mashiara]

It was not terribly exciting. Certainly the girl felt a stab of anger that she couldn’t have boat duty. She was good at that, better than half these scuttles that had lived landlocked most of their life. Yet it would hardly go well if she strolled up to the candidate master and demanded to be given her first pick of chores. Oh yes, that would go over very well. So with much grace-and gritted teeth-Min had accepted the chore at hand. Her handwriting was cramped and messy so instead of copying records the dark haired girl had chosen to dust. Not a hard task, but not very entertaining either.

Hmph I’ve done worse… Scowling the candidate attacked the dusty shelves with her rag as if the substance had offended her. In truth she was glad for the option of dusting…if having to choose between recopying and gutting a packtail with a blindfold Min wasn’t sure which she’d pick. Probably the packtail, it was less painful in the long run fins and all.

Pausing from her cleaning the candidate turned those dark tilted eyes to scan the room. The faces weren’t very familiar but she hadn’t been in the Weyr very long. Turning her attention back to dusting Min resisted a sigh. In many ways she worked harder than she had as Arukas lady in waiting but at the same time…She missed her friend. She missed pretty dresses and leisure. It was startling. The girl had always prided herself on forgoing the frills and silks her friend enjoyed. But what really bothered Min was she was no longer a woman giving orders. No, she was a girl taking them and leaping about like a frog whenever someone asked her to do something.

Grinding her teeth the candidate increased her pace, the flailing rag seeming to sweep as much dust as it sent flying into the air. No say in chores…no say in when she would Impress…no say in anything! She had desired a dragon for all the freedom but at the moment it seemed like she was a yellowtail caught in the net.

A series of sneezes caught the candidate off guard and she glared darkly at the dusty tombes before her as if to blame them. Chores. Bah!

[darcy]

Surprisingly, the thought of monotonously copying down records was not totally unappealing to L'nos. It had two advantages in the Weyrling's mind; having grown up in the Harper Hall with barely barely any musical talent to speak of left him with very little to do, save for copying scores. The other obvious advantage was that it was the only chore where he could get away with working and resting at the same time. He had very little sleep as of late, much to his dismay. Perhaps once Bivroth had grown some, he would settle into a more... reasonable sleeping pattern, but unfortunately, it seemed to L'nos that between the demands of a dragon, chores and lessons, his sleep patterns were going to have to change. Missing out on sleep altogether, though, would be a sad loss, and therefore he figured he might as well make the most of dull chores.

Moving to the seat next to Religna, he stifled a yawn, peering down at the table which was unfortunately lacking paper and a quill. He paused for some time, as though trying to comprehend that fact he needed to stand up again, pushing messy hair out of his eyes. Staring blankly at something beyond the room, he nearly fell asleep on the desk, before he was interrupted by Bivroth. Aren't you doing your chores, mine? I'm not sure if sleeping is a chore. L'nos could almost see the blue's lazy grin, and replied, And here I was thinking the words 'Archive' and 'Sleep' were interchangeable. Despite his terribly witty reply, Bivroth spoke the truth, and stretching his arms above his head L'nos wandered over to the supply cabinet, finding what he needed.

Returning to his seat, he began the process. Read, dip, write. Read, dip, write. As boring as the whole thing was, the Weyrling found it somewhat soothing. And as an added bonus, he barely had to think. Casting his eyes to the left, he spoke softly to Religna, "Not comatose yet? How long have you been at it?"

[Kisha-Ra]

J’on had been set to copying a record of what seemed to have been a singularly boring turn, if it wasn’t for the comments of his green friends he would probably be lying on the table, snoring. Wraith, who was lying on the table herself, looked up at him and blinked. Bug? Now? The salamandyr inquired.

Tell it I am not a bug![/color] Rinagth demanded furiously, it seemed Wraith had sent J’on’s dragon that query as well.

What’s the point? I’ve been telling her, she isn’t listening. Besides you’re the only thing she talks about apart from Chatti, and I really don’t want to hear about Chatti. J’on answered his dragon and absent mindedly put down his pen to stroke Wraith. ‘You can go to Rinagth whenever you like Wraith. It’s only me who has to work.’ Wraith raised her brightly coloured frill just a little. No. Stay. she insisted and curled back up beside J’on’s copying.

It is stupid, I don’t want it![/color] Rinagth protested. I don’t see what’s so important about making marks on things anyway, especially since those are just like the other marks. You should come back to me, I need your attention. The dragon continued her complaints, looking through her bonded’s eyes to gain material for further objections

Another itch? J’on inquired blandly.


Janisi shuffled through her pile of records and found the one she wanted, right at the bottom of the heap, naturally, and returned it to the shelf. She was really beginning to get annoyed with people who couldn’t be bothered to put the records back, or worse did put them back but in the wrong place. Did they know how infuriating that was? They should!


R’aro was stuck in the archives for his second chores rotation, there were disadvantages to Impressing after all, and once again he was bored with his duties. The advantage this time around at least was that all three of his flitters adored Idith, and the bronze was very tolerant of having them about so he wasn’t stuck with tidying up this time. The stunning disadvantage was that he was stuck proofreading and trying not to yawn.

[flupine]

So yeah. I totally typed up a post for K'dran. But guess what? K'dran if group II and L'ar is group III. So -huffs- I will finish L'ars' post just as soon as I repost K'dran where he needs to be and.. -huff huff-

[ravenmane]

Archives... One of the best chores ever invented in Sk'ler's opinion. Everything was quiet except for the rustling of paper, the small whispers of the weyrlings and candidates, and the scratch of quills on parchment. Yes, Archives was one of the best chores in existance. Because you do not have to talk with others or even look at them, Mine? Triniath's sly words were gentle, and the Brownweyrling could not help but smile. Yes, I do not like to talk with others, and I wish I could forget the aftermath of Aslath's Flight. Why because you enjoyed it? This time, Sk'ler turned a bright beet red in response, and he bent dutifully over his work. It was good for you. Triniath insisted quietly, and even Soltun seemed to agree as he sent loving thoughts to his Bonded.

Sk'ler wished that Triniath's short-term memory would hurry up and forget about that incident, but so far, the Brown seemed to cling to that one past event like a Gold to her kill. Because you liked it. Stop it, Trin! Sk'ler begged his dragon silently. It was hard enough to find that he couldn't stop thinking about that interesting experience, but it was even harder to stop thinking about one of the weyrlings that had been involved. Fiona. Her very name made him feel giddy and angry at the same time. He had never needed anyone except Triniath, Soltun, Joolree, and Bolli. Now, he couldn't stop thinking about this... girl. Sk'ler grimaced slightly as he continued to work. Hopefully, he would be able to forget Fiona (and R'lor) before he did something stupid.

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Kalushka sighed quietly as she contiued to copy down the words. She felt tired and cranky, and copying down endless amounts of words was not helping. Fog was hiding in her hair, and Jashta, well... Jashta was plopped down on the table beside Kal and commenting nonsense whenever she felt like her opinion was needed which was, in Kalushka's opinion, not needed one bit. "Shhh, Jashta." She whispered hoarsely. "I need to concentrate."

[missa]

Religna barely glanced up as Saraina grunted a greeting, merely nodding her head slightly as she continued to copy out the records. She liked this work, so her fellow weyrling's complaint seemed oddly out of place. Religna was completely happy with any sort of work that didn't require much talking to other people. Any solitary job was better than that.

Then there was another person beside her, glancing up at the weyrling out of the corner of her eyes, Religna fought down a smile at the way his eyes seemed to be gazing at nothing. Well, she remembered what Ith was like when she was that young, barely slept at all, and when she did sleep, Religna hadn't been able too. It had felt like a endless cycle, oh well, he'd get used to it. Or he'd fall asleep in lessons and then he'd get in trouble. One of the two.

Despite her thoughts, nothing more than the slightest smile twitched Religna's look, until he spoke. Mild surprise drowned out the surprise, even as Toria gave the boy a look that was very clearly an assessment. He'd better not upset Hers.
"No." Came the short reply, Religna shrugging one shoulder as she responded, "I like this work. A while. I'm not keeping track."