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 Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 2:48 pm
Nasuymi gritted her teeth. It was not her fault that a couple of the younglings had managed to escape her right when Feyulla had cut her hand on a sharp piece of rock. But here she was, in the kitchens, scrubbing out dirty pots to prepare for when both clutches Hatched and the feasting began. She was not in a great mood and even her little green flit, Camm, was hiding instead of resting on her shoulders.
She hatched kitchen work. The teenager much preferred to be with her little ones. No matter the trouble the caused. They were so sweet with their actions and innocent with their words... Up until the age of about thirteen Turns. Something about that age changed them, body changes that Nasuymi herself did not appreciate when they occurred. Her siblings certainly fit the bill of people who allowed the changed to make them different.
Scoffing, she took out her frustrations on a particularly nasty pot. She would stand for both clutches. And why not, though not officially a weyr brat, she had been born and raised here. Rubbing her hand thru her shortened hair, Nasuymi could only hope that the time would pass quickly.
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 5:06 pm
Being a candidate involved far more than just standing in the sands, as Jalarant had learned. Everyone took their fair share in helping. Those who told him what to do, however, seemed to be trying to draw him out of his shell by sending him to areas with more people than he'd usually care for.
As it were, Jalarant was collecting dishes and being horribly self-conscious, scowling and making his way back to the kitchen as quickly as possible. He sighed once he reached the dish area, dumping his load into one of the sinks and starting to wash. Hey, if it kept him away from most people, he'd be all for it.
After a moment or two, he looked over at the other person doing the dishes. He nodded towards her, still frowning. Sorry, it was his natural expression!
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 6:07 pm
Nasuymi had been lost in her own solitary and grumpy thoughts. She did not like the others working in the kitchens; they were too old, too flighty, too everything that she did not care for in people. After all, they each had their own agenda whether it was trying to make a good name for themselves or win favors.
Not her.
Not Nasuymi, who day after day worked with the youngest, more difficult of the Weyr's inhabitants. Nope. It just wasn't right to take her out of her natural element and stick her in this... This...
Suddenly, a crash and cling brought her from her self-pity. Another boy had arrived and was now scrubbing the pots with just a ferocious nature as herself. He had nodded at her and manners instilled in her caused her to nod politely back but that did not mean she had to speak to him! After all, what if he wanted conversation. Nasuymi did her best to keep her expression neutral but there was the slightest hint of a scowl on her face.
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 8:27 am
Jalarant very likely would've gone the whole dish-washing shift without talking to another person. He'd done it many times before. Being around so many people did horrible things to his nerves, made him jumpy and more scowly than usual. Of course, this was the only thing he was good for in the Weyr. It wasn't like they mined here. And, sure, he could do other things, but he wasn't trained for them. Who would want anyone but a Tailor or a leatherworker to fix their garments, or a woodsmaster to carve things? No, Jalarant was neither of those things, and he likely never would be. He was too old to simply apprentice to someone else now...
Distracted by his unhappy thoughts, the tall man nearly lost a plate. With a yelp, he managed to snatch it out of the air, though the movement made him bump into the girl washing plates beside him. Great. Not only were you talentless, Jalarant, but you were clumsy too!
"My apologies," He said quickly, looking down to the girl. His voice was low and croaky; it sounded like he didn't speak much at all. He sounded rusty. "I'm a bit of an oaf."
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 8:18 pm
"I kin see tha'. We're 'posed ta be cleanin' the dishes not tryin' to smash 'em." Nasuymi retorted. She scooted over further away from the boy who had some height on her and tried to go back to scrubbing pots.
At least the task would go by much quicker now and if the clumsy boy managed NOT to drop anything else, they would be done in at least a candle. Maybe less. Then she would find Camm and they would move onto something else. "Is tha' why you got dishes? You mess sumthin' up?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 9:03 pm
Yep, he was indeed rather obviously an oaf. Ever since that last growth spurt had hit, he'd been too big and clumsy for his own good. Ah, well. He supposed he'd eventually grow into himself.
"Nnnh," He shook his head at the question. "I'm... Not too good at things in the Weyr. They don't mine here. So, I do what I can with unskilled labor." He had a very flat voice. "Idle hands, and all that, I guess. Did you get in trouble?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 9:24 pm
She snorted. He was like a newly hatched dragon all limbs and no real way about it. He seemed like one of them big draft beasts meant to do nothing but hard labor. Taking out her frustrations on another stew pot, the brush made angry scrubbing noises. "I was watchin' sum young'uns an' when one girl got hurt teh others scatter'd. An' 'course the' made mischief an' had to 'round 'em up."
She sniffed at this. It was an unfair punishment to something that was totally not her fault. Those little boys were such a pain once they hit 12 or 13 turns. Always picking and prying were they shouldn't be.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 10:16 am
"Huh." Jalarant blinked at the pot before him. That wasn't too fair, was it? One girl watching a bunch of children, things were bound to happen! "Not too fair to you, was it? Was the girl all right?"
Boys would be boys, his second mother would always say. But Weyr-boys were a different matter. He could only imagine several of them sneaking off to cause mischief while their caretaker was off busy with another child.
"Weyr-children are very... Ah... Spirited." He said softly, trying to be diplomatic. 'Hyperactive brats' would be a more apt term to describe some of the children he'd seen. "You do well to take care of them. S'not something I could do."
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 11:40 am
"I dun' thin' so but Marcellan disagreed so here I am! But no' so bad cuz them boys all had ta go clean teh stables. Wuld rather do dishes any day." Nasuymi nodded. Cleaning dishes versus cleaning out dung? No question there, she had gotten the easier punishment.
"Dun' I kno' it! Been helpin' in the creche sin' I was 'bout, ehm, 7 or so? My bro an's sis got Turns on me an' didn't want be seen wi' me. Better tha' gettin' m'self into trouble tha's for sure." She told him quite frankly. Stew pot scrubbed, she stacked it up and moved onto to the next piece. It looked like a roasting pan but she didn't cook so she particularly didn't care. "The're alright 'til 'bout 12 or so. Then they start ta changin' an' tha' is the end of tha'."
She gave him a glare as if to say, you probably changed to... One who might not have been so bad as a kid. At least, he wasn't trying to make moves on her already.
Camm, cheered by her Girl feeling better, popped into the kitchen and looked around. Trilling at finding hers, she gave Jalarant an inquistive look as if to say, "Who are you boy and is there food?"
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