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 Posted: Fri Apr 19, 2013 10:39 pm
There was something to be said for the terrible storm that had devastated Trine.
There wasn't much to be said, and Ildresaak hadn't slept in days since the torrential rains and driving winds hit the Weyr and destroyed all the hard work that the builders had been doing, but there was one thing, and that was humidity. Trine was tropical, naturally hot and sticky and awful, but for the few days since the massive storm that had wracked the coast, it had been...better. Less sticky. Ildresaak had slept through the night, rather than waking up drenched in sweat and uncomfortable shortly after moonset. Working hadn't felt quite as oppressive as it had before the storm - which was good, since it was twice as difficult as it had been before the storm. So much work undone, so many things to do. He had been making nails again, going back to that endlessly repetitive task generally assigned to Smith apprentices. Because someone needed to do it, he supposed.
Admittedly, the lack of humidity was just about the only good thing the storm had caused. The standing water left around the Weyr had made...other problems worse. Biting insects, in particular. It was that endless, oppressive buzzing that the young smithcrafter was fleeing as he stripped the last of his clothing and slipped into the water of Trine's lake, sinking in until just his eyes were above the surface of the water. He could still hear the nasty pests, buzzing over his head, but at least he wasn't getting bitten. And the cool water made the heat better, too. All in all, he was glad for the few candlemarks of reprieve from the reconstruction. His time couldn't really be better-spent.
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Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2013 12:01 am
Reconstruction wasn't fun for anyone.
Corloss was glad he wasn't a smith, for once. It meant that the dullest of the work got pushed off to other people: he wouldn't be the one making the endless nails needed to rebuild fences, fix leaking roofs, and countless other little repair tasks. Instead, he got called in for a lot of heavy lifting. It was just inevitable - he was a big strong guy, and anyone able-bodied enough to help got drafted into shifting debris and bailing water.
One would think that after slogging through flooded basements all day, the young guard would want to find somewhere to get dry. And he did. (One of the things he would never adapt to about Trine - the storm had taken away the repressive humidity, but he still felt like he would never be properly dry again, and he missed the crisp chilly air you got up north.) But more importantly even than that, he wanted to get properly clean. Every muscle in his body was sore, and he felt caked in sweat and muddy residue.
There was already someone down at the lake, someone Corloss recognized by the familiar intensely blue-green eyes and the curiously ashen-colored hair. "Ildresaak," he greeted, more just a grunt of a few syllables before he unceremoniously stripped his shirt off and threw himself into the water.
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 10:36 am
Ildresaak was not expecting to hear his name; in general when people came to the Weyrlake, they spoke to each other, or their dragons. Certainly, few enough people were interested in a smith who had more or less stopped associating with others since the Revolution. Idlresaak hadn't ever been particularly social with other Trine residents, and in the turn since his father had vanished to Benden, or Malvren, or wherever it was he was off to, Ildresaak found himself even more lonely than he had been. Of course, there was Corloss, but there was never much time to catch up, other than the odd candlemark a few times a week. Ildresaak worked, Corloss worked...that was really all there was to it.
So the young guard's voice startled him, jolting him out of the lazy stupor he'd allowed the cool water to put him into and straightening up, turning to face Corloss and lifting a hand awkwardly. "Hey," he said softly. It had been a while since the two had seen each other; Ildresaak had been holed up in the forge or making deliveries, not exactly the kind of thing that left room to socialize, and he hadn't thought to seek Corloss out. He was sure the guard had his hands full with...whatever it was guards did. And then he realized that the silence was still stretching out, and rushed to fill it. "How're you doing?" he asked, searching Corloss's face for hints of the other young man's mental state. Corloss was difficult to read, though, and Ildresaak found himself instead staring at the water, suddenly acutely aware that he had stripped to the skin. It wasn't that odd, really - plenty of Weyr residents stripped naked before taking the plunge, rather than toughing out sodden smallclothes.
But still. Corloss wasn't naked and Ildresaak was, and that wasn't exactly the most comforting thing in a situation like this.
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