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Erie was bored, she'd made her round with Erisk once already she yawned and put a hand on the head of her green wher. However rumour had it that the handler of the golden wher had managed to get his hands on one of those sharding plants that everyone was raving about, since it was now almost common knowledge that the dragonriders were saying it would be the end of the (in her opinion) pitiful clutches at Benden, *If there'd been a bigger clutch, Tsubari might have Impressed* she thought to herself secretly.

The green spied the forms of a wherhandler and his wher down by the weyrbowl, so Erie followed, not rushing but keeping her pace fast to catch up. Once close enough she called out to him, rather than possibly approach the wher too closely "Zhac!" she called, gesturing Erisk behind her, however the green had other ideas and strode over towards the Gold, not aggressive but confident, the smaller wher gave a strange little croon that Erie hadn't heard since the creature had been little more than a hatchling, and wondered whether this gold had laid Erisk's egg. She shook her head of the thoughts, it wouldn't matter if the gold was, Erisk was acting strangely and as Erie got closer in the dark she noticed the attatchments to the Wher's harness "That's....different" she muttered within earshot.

Erie merely nodded at his explanation of the harness "practical then" she murmured. She managed a very small smile at the whers interacting, Erisk being as calm as she'd seen her around another creature. She watched the Whers for a brief minute.

"Yeah, i've done my rounds for this hour, thought i'd find out what all th fuss was about, i've not seen one of those plants yet" she said rolling her eyes a little "most of the goings on are in the daylight hours, they don't seem to be much concerened with us 'lowly' Wherhandlers" she grumped, it was mostly the day watch that got all the good things happeneing anyway, she'd got used to it...mostly. "How'd you get hold of one?" she asked.

Erie didn't mind being a Wherhandler, but the fact that they seemed to have less respect than drudges at times irked her, at the hold her family had been more outwardly appreciated. She did however hate the fact that a 'good' form of punishment seemed to be to go and 'work' with the Wherhandlers, as if it as some dirty job better passed to someone else, she preferred to think that they didn't send many to her because of Erisk's temper.

"how'd you manage that?" she asked genuinely impressed that Zhac had managed to convince the fellow in charge to give him a plant "from what i'd heard they're very delicate" she said "and rare, but if they are that rare, then how are those other Weyrs getting enough" she mused out loud. "sure i'll give you a hand, got nothing better to do until the next shift anyway" she said following the other to wherever they would be going to try and transplant the sharding thing.

Erie laughed "i would have liked to see that!" she chuckled. "It's a good idea though, the plant wouldn't dry out so quickly i suppose" she offered.

"no problem, keeps me from being bored" she said simply, the spot he'd chosen seemed alright, not that she was much good with plants but then, she'd never tried really. She sent Erisk a short way off, "keep watch" she ordered, before moving towards the gold wher "Makes a change, Erisk isn't exactly the most social of creatures" she commented, which was answered with an irritated hiss from the Wher.

Erie grabbed the waterskin, and the spade, she knelt down beside Zhac "i've had to train Erisk to hold back, she's often almost savaged the odd weyrbrat who ventures out at night." she said grimly, "they deserved the scare but still, it doesn't look good if the Watchwher attacks someone within the weyr"

She dug alongside Zhac "you wouldn't happen to have another would you? or it it just that one?" she asked carefully making sure that there were no stones in the soil to block any roots.

Erie shrugged "You're right, but with a wher like Erisk, it's hard to keep her under control, sometimes i think the only time she's not aggressive is when she's about to Run ...." she sort of chuckled at this last, not so keen on the idea that the green could be due to do so soon. so far she had always avoided company at those times, while it might not have much affect on most, it made her want to seek people out, and she didn't like that feeling.

When Zhac removed the plant and it wobbled, her instinct was to try and help catch the plant, almost falling on her face in the action. "Shardit" she mumbled, regaining her balance "Oh! two bulbs?!" she was surprised for a second "Good idea Zhac" she said, her own version of a compliment. Taking her own part of the plant she moved a little ways off. Digging her own small hole she decided to pour a little bit of water into it first, then she gently placed the plant in "Hope this works or we'll be blamed for ruining the dragons chances" she murmured, irritated at the thought.

If Erie had been a little less proud and sure of herself she might have flinched at being overheard with that comment. "Yes but as far as i know these are the first entrusted to Wherhandlers to try and replant, Sharding things had better take" she said with a yawn, she should have been used to the night shifts by now but they still tired her out. "I'm glad i dont have to bother with Eggs from Erisk, she'd be one of those that would tear her own handler's face off" she said with an affectionate glance at the green, who was still happily conversing in squeaks and whistles with the gold. She looked down at her plant and willed it to live, to survive the transplanting.