General Chores: Group III

[lilliana]

Er... I guess I'll just put it here...?

Lyelle was changing out the glows around the Dining and Check-In Halls swiftly, reading to bathe and then go back to the Candidate Barracks. Although she was used to this kind of labor from being a common weyrfolk throughout her past turns at Selenitas, she also was aware that if early nights were not taken occasionally, the girl would collapse. But, at least... she might as well take advantage of this opportunity and listen in to all of the riders and weyrfolk eating dinner, now.

Tuning in to a nearby table's conversation, Lyelle caught most of the conversation, even as she kept the glow steady. "-- and Ciara, one of the green weyrlings, yes, her dragon Flew, and D'vin - yes, that strange brown rider - well, his dragon Caught hers." Nothing that Lyelle hadn't heard before, sadly. Moving on to the next glow, she again turned an ear towards another table's conversation.

"That Harper girl that we have, remember her? The one that left... I forget where she went. Her name was... Marna, Manra, Manna, Marra -- yes, that's it, Marra. Well, she's finally back."

Oh, really? Now, she hadn't known this! Slowly replacing the glow, Lyelle continued to listen.

"Yes, she came back; the poor girl's a mess. I don't know what happened to her, but shells, she's not looking, nor sounding, very good." There was a pause, before the lady continued. "Oh, yes, my f'lizard saw her come in... my little Poppy."

Smiling slightly, Lyelle moved on to the next glow, rolling over the new bit of information in her mind. Marra was back? Really? Well, now, that was good to know. Shrugging, the candidate momentarily shoved her newest information to a nook in her mind and actually concentrated on changing the glows.

[Tashe]

Changing glows was defiantly one of her least favorite of the chores, that is, if anything ever assigned to her was more than boring at the most. The tedium of this particular task always threatened to induce a rousing bout of... drowsiness. Slinking about in a show of boredom, the Senior Weyrling yawned before changing out a glow basket for a new one. /Lovely. Why must they assign you chores? ... Can I force someone to not give you them?/ No Hokth. Its just a way to "build character" and "instill a sense of equality"./But... we are better than the others./ Sure, in some ways. But my Trickster... we are still low on the pecking ladder. Raising an eyebrow in humor as her Blue grumbled something about being in control, Saraina exchanged another Glow for a new one.

It wasn't long before her attention wained from from the task at hand to the people around her, although most of the Weyrfolk eating were either worn out Weyrlings and candidates, or exuberant Riders. None of these interested her in the least, although as her eyes settled on one of the others on Glow basket duty, the Blueweyrling's trance broke. Slinking quietly in the shadows, Saraina quietly made her way to the girl with a smirk, although it disappeared as she snuck up behind her. "You know. It isn't very polite to eavesdrop on conversations... who knows what they could be talking about." Her voice might have been quite, but it came out in a hiss. Leaning against the pillar behind the girl (now identified as a candidate) the young woman maintained a completely straight face. It just wouldn't do to break the mood.

[missa]

In all honesty, Religna didn't mind the chores, didn't mind changing glows and sweeping the hall, it wasn't hard and it wasn't like she had anything else to do. Ith was patient, anything she wanted, she was willing to wait for till her rider was finished the chores. At times they were boring, yes, but it helped when you had someone to work with, another weyrling, or in Religna's case, a flitt.

Toria was never far from her side, now perching on her shoulder with a quiet little trill as Religna attempted to ignore the chatter around her, there was no reall point in listening, anything the weyrfolk wanted her to know, they'd tell her. Or something like that, besides, it was rude to listen in on other people when you weren't invited. Religna glanced about the hall, spotting only one of her fellow weyrlings, maybe she was the only other senior in the group? It didn't matter, not really, Religna had no intention of going over to talk to her anyway.

The chores got done quicker without distractions, and Toria was more than enough company for her, and then there was Ith's occasional comments that broke any boredom that might have been sneaking up on her. Toria gave a soft trill then, seemingly randomly showing affection as she curled her tail about Religna's neck and snuggled into the young woman.
"We can go soon, there can't be many more to change. Then we'll see about a bath, okay?" The green chirped in response, seemingly fine with the idea of a bath, she wasn't that dirty, but baths were fun.

[Kisha-Ra]

There was an almighty splooshing sound from one corner of the dining hall as Jarathon slapped a sopping wet mop down on the floor and pushed the resulting grey tinged puddle around as far he could. Then the dripping mop was finally squeezed out into the bucket, perhaps with more vigour than was really necessary, and the resulting near dry mop was used to dry up the puddle Jarathon had created.

It was true that this might not be the best way to mop floors in general but it was certainly the way to get the dried on spills off of this floor, spills which had proved seriously resistant to all other methods of mopping. Jarathon resolved to be a bit more careful with his food in future, keeping it from hitting the floor was now mealtime priority, definitely. Jarathon nodded to himself and created a new puddle of mop water.

[ravenmane]

Have Fun! When Men Impress Queens! Sk’ler snorted as he entered the Dining Hall. It was a busy day with Weyrfolk of all sorts of rank chatting together, and it was obvious that one of the people changing glows happened to enjoy eavesdropping. Again, Sk’ler snorted. He did not understand the need to here another person’s news. News traveled around the Weyr fast enough without the help of eavesdroppers. A smirk appeared on his face as one of his fellow Seniors, Saraina, seemed to rebuke the girl’s wrongdoings. That would show her. As he proceeded to change glows that had not been exchanged for new ones, Sk’ler watched everyone around him. Of course, if anyone approached, Soltun, Joolree, or Bolli would tell him. As it happened, Joolree and little Bolli were zooming around the Hall trying to nip each other on the arse; however, Soltun remained on Sk’ler’s shoulder with his tail securely placed around the Brownweyrling throat. The only acknowledgement the Brown held for the antics of his Green sibling and the newcomer was the subtle shifting of his eyes as he watched the two.

“Enjoying yourself, Soltun?” The Brown simply nuzzled Sk’ler’s cheek before returning watching the rambunctious duo overhead. Suddenly, the shriek of a bitten fire-lizard sounded on the other side, and a cold breeze signaled the appearance of one of Sk’ler’s fire-lizards. It was Bolli that had been bitten, and the little Blue wasn’t to happy. He was instantly in Sk’ler’s arms as soon as the boy finished changing the glow he had been working on. “Oh stop it! It was your idea to play with Joolree.” Bolli chirped innocently and tried to snuggle closer to his bonded before Joolree reappeared. She chirped at Bolli then tried to force him into playing with her again. “Seriously, you two need to calm down or I’m going to get in trouble for causing a scene while I’m doing chores.” Both flits ignored him, and Sk’ler gave up. What was he suppose to do when his fire-lizards wouldn’t listen? Eat them.