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 Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 1:35 pm
"A-a-alright n-n-now, Jonah, be more careful next time?" The tow-headed weyrbrat nodded his head quickly before running off with his friends, a cold cloth pressed to his swollen lip and a sweetroll clutched in his other hand.
Straightening, Rafferty had only a moment's pause to rub a skilled hand over his shaggy brown hair before his attention was caught again and he found himself directed to a door hanging precariously on its hinges. He was no healer, no cook, none of those things, but that didn't stop the average Weyrperson from giving him children with bruised knees to look at, or offering him a spoonful of something-or-other to taste.
It would be like this all day, but he didn't find it in him to mind. Rafferty liked to work.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 2:17 pm
Luci was in charge of the candidates; D'astel was in charge of the workers.
Keeping track of them, that is. Their well being as far as dealing with the Weyrwoman was concerned was their fight alone. It wasn't that he didn't like Luci, it was just he listened to her yapping day in and day out. If he could push her off on someone else, it was for the good of the Weyr that he did so. A deaf Weyrleader would be of no use to anyone.
"The door to my office is broken, D'astel!" the young woman barked at him, reeling around the large room in a total fit. "Can you imagine what will happen if people are just allowed to look in here at all times?"
From his place on the wooden chair in front of her desk, with his feet propped up and arms crossed, D'astel considered the question. For a second or two. "People might realize you avoid doing written work half the time to go out and socialize?" Oh, my, wasn't that a scary look. "--I'm kidding." Mostly. "Look, I had one of our more dedicated repair workers near the dining hall fixing a window there just this morning that Kentoth was complaining about. Why don't I have him fetch the lad and you can have your door fixed, hm?"
"Fine," Luci grumbled. "And get your sorry a** out of my chair, too."
"Don't be so territorial. Honestly, you're worst than Dorath and she's actually guarding something important." None the less, he did rise from the seat, summoning his dragon through their mental link. Kentoth, you remember that lad from earlier? Rafferty? Tell him to come to the Weyrwoman's office for me, would you?
But mine-
If you don't, I'll make you listen to her until you do, and I'll have Dorath make sure you stay.
...Fine. The bronze, sitting atop the ledge of his weyr, gave a low growl that was responded by a few cries of worry from other dragons. He sought out the correct mind until he'd found the right one. The Weyrwoman wants to see you in her office immediately.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 8:25 pm
Perhaps there was something to say about Rafferty's slow and steady ways, as the sudden, irritable dragon in his mind didn't cause the young man to startle or close off. Instead he blinked for a moment, putting the finishing touches on his current task, before straightening and sliding his tool safely into the loop on his belt specifically for that purpose.
Yessir, I'll be right there.
In his mind, Rafferty never stuttered, his smooth baritone confident and respectful. It was a big deal when a dragon spoke to you, as it was something most didn't like to do, though the journeyman wasn't the type to even mention it to someone else and shortly he was on his way, wiping large hands on a rag as he went.
It didn't take him long to reach her office, and he knocked politely on the doorframe, intending on greeting her before he frowned at the condition of her door. Completely distracted from whatever it was Luci may have wanted from him, the large male immediately began to assess the door, examining the joints before pulling out a tool and mumbling to himself.
"... N-n-now this j-j-u-uh-st won't do..."
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 8:54 pm
He arrives shortly, Kentoth versed his rider. To say the bronze was all true to word would be a lie in itself, but Rafferty did arrive in a timely manner. He got to work faster than that, and from the look on her face, the Weyrwoman didn't know how to feel about it.
D'astel knew her well enough by now. She was debating on if she should applaud him for his work ethic or scold him for not addressing her. Being holier-than-thou versus the cavern workers was not a familiar quirk of this woman. The Weyrleader attributed this noble but perhaps politically incorrect behavior to being born a common Holder thrust so hurriedly into a spotlight she may have welcomed, but wasn't quite prepared for. At least, not as well as she thought, in his opinion.
"We actually called you here to fix that door, Rafferty," D'astel said, hoping by choosing his words wisely he could help both the Weyrwoman and the worker decide on their next course of action.
Luci didn't disappoint his expectations--or perhaps assumption was a more suitable word. "Right. Good eye. If you could just fix that as soon as possible, I'd be grateful."
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 9:15 pm
The tall lad [despite the fact that he was a young man, he definitely gave off the air of a lad] flushed upon hearing the Weyrleader, head snapping up from the work he'd obviously locked in on completely. Gentle eyes jumping from D'astel to Luci, he inclined his head in a mixture of respect and embarrassment.
"W-w-eyrw-w-woma-a-an, I a-a-apologize," His stutter was pronounced due to his startled sheepishness and he nodded to the D'astel just after. "I-i-i'll b-b-b-be done momen-momentarily, if th-th-there's anything else y-you n-n-need done."
Turning back to the hinges, they were replaced with surprising efficiency, showing that the boy was good for something, at least. Still, his job was to wright, not to be socially skilled.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 9:25 pm
D'astel shot a knowing look over his shoulder, and if one didn't know better, they'd think it was a tad bit of a scolding one, too. He said nothing, but he didn't have to; the eyes, the face said it all. There, see, he meant no harm, Luci saw across his face. The sharding a**.
Nothing she did was good enough for him. Either she wasn't acting her rank, or acting her rank was bad. She might have read his face, but she couldn't read his mind; she'd never in her sharding life figure out when he considered it okay and not okay to act like a stereotype.
So, since she couldn't be bothered to appease him anymore, she would do what she always did: Act like herself.
"Don't worry about," Luci said sincerely. Now, she felt bothered she'd ever stopped to think he should behave another way. Hmph. Becoming jaded, maybe. At least she wasn't as bad as Telgar. Not that they had a Weyrwoman.
--Heh. Bunch of losers. They'd be so jealous of Dorath's clutch when they came for their annual visit.
"That's all I need... Rafferty, was it?" Weird name. Too long. Just for the sake of fending off silence she went on to ask, "Are you going to watch the hatching?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 11:17 am
Back in his element, he regained the confidence his hands had lent him throughout his youth and that, combined with Luci's change in demeanor, made his baritone much smoother the next time he spoke, wiping oil from his large fingers with the same rag he'd used earlier. It was good to have them on hand.
"Th-thank you, Weyrwoman. Y-yes, I always watch when I'm able. D-d-dorath clutches w-w-w-w-well." Hands held behind his back, he stood somewhat formally, eyes and face downcast. Not in shame, just out of habit. He was slightly out of his element, however, as the boy didn't spend much time speaking, due to his slow pitch and stutter. Of course, his speech would probably be a lot better, more fluid, if he engaged in more conversation.
He was a bit uncomfortable standing in her office, though that wasn't out of any sort of fear or urge to impress her, that a Candidate may have had, instead it was born of the idea that he should be doing work instead. Rafferty found himself examining the chair in front of her desk with his dark eyes, trying to assess if it needed anything done to it.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 12:33 am
What was he looking...?
Oh!
Luci shook her head. "That's all I need for now. You're free to go. Enjoy the hatching when it happens. I'm sure we'll get a lot of interesting Impressions this go around." If not violent ones. She'd been around those eggs herself enough to know something was right with a few of them. "I'll see another time, Rafferty."
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