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 Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 9:24 am
Ista Weyr was a beautiful place to call home; the half-volcano offered beautiful views of the sea, and the temperatures usually hovered around warm, but comfortable. Not today, though! Today was one of those days when the temperature skyrocketed to uncomfortably hot-and-sticky. On days like today, Kella despised her home. The young girl wore a perpetual scowl on her face as she tried as hard as she could to stay within the shade the back-half of the Rim offered. She wore a light, loose-fitting linen tunic and a pair of knee-length shorts, and went barefoot. But not even the light clothing could spare the girl from the intensity of the heat.
"Shards, are you kidding me?" She muttered to herself, gulping down the last of the chilled fruit juice in her mug. Her eyes glanced up and watched a pair of green dragons as they frolicked and dove amongst the cool, refreshing ocean waves. "Oh, for Faranth's sake, that's exactly what I want to watch right now, them cooling themselves off in the ocean while I'm stuck here in case dimglow-cook Enbree needs anything," Kella ranted to herself, spicing up her words with a select few colorful curses. The young girl leaned back in the chair she'd dragged out into the Bowl, closing her eyes and trying to ignore the heat as best she could.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 9:39 am
A series of grumbles interwove with the sounds of bristles sweeping across the stone ground did nothing to calm the fuming youth; forced to do sweeping duty, in this heat, all because he had accidently spilled a container of Numbweed while on a delivery errand. The kitchen ladies and his foster mother were pure evil...
Dhiren was fully convinced of this fact as he violently swung the broom from side to side, sending up more dust and sand rather than cleaning the walkway properly. Pausing for a moment, the lad wiped some bangs out of his eyes whiling eyeing the direction that led to the shoreline. What he wouldn't give to head out for a dip...
Shards, but knowing his luck one of the people would drag him back by the ear. Pulling off his sweat-dretched tunic and tossing it off to the side, Dhiren continued his chore/punishment in just his shorts and barefeet.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 9:47 am
Kella was perfectly content to draft away and nap off the rest of the afternoon. No doubt the evening would bring cool, refreshing breezes in off the ocean; nighttime was always cooler and more comfortable, anyway. But, her plans were disrupted by an awful sound. Kella opened one eye to peer around, attempting to locate the source of that awful scritch-scritching or broom bristles on stone. Kella's eyebrows furrowed downwards and her mouth turned itself into a scowl; she shot a dirty glance at the tall boy who was sweeping.
"If you sweep like that, you're just going to make an even bigger sharding mess," Kella snapped at him, eying the ground, the broom, then the tall boy. "If you knew how to sweep, you'd just get it over with and go away so I can nap," she snarled at him, her eyes bright and challenging him to retort.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 10:07 am
"Hm?" As he started drifting off into la-la land (while standing up, ain't it a wonderful talent?), the sharp and irritated voice brought him back to reality. He looked in all directions to find the source of the voice.
Left? Newp. Nothing over there.
Right? Um...Only the training grounds.
Down? He lifted the broom and stared at the stones before lifting and staring at the bottoms of his feet. Newp. Nothing but dirt and sand there.
Finally he looked up and spied the girl lounging above him.
His mouth turning into a smiliar frown she wore at her words, Dhiren lifted and waved the broom (bristles facing the older gal) at whoever she was. "I sweep hoever I want to! You ain't mah foster mom so you can shut up!" His eyes narrowed as his already short fuse started to shrink. "If you think you can do it oh so better than I can, then why don't you get off yer lazy bum and do it?!"
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2009 6:49 am
Kella's face was screwed into an expression of first confusion, which quickly evolved into something more akin to rage when the sweeping-boy spoke back to her. Did he not know who she was? Kella took a deep breath and swung her legs over the edge of her chair, sitting up as straight as she could. The boy was tall, but Kella could make her mere presence intimidating if she really had to.
"I'm not your foster mum, shards no, and I'm glad I'm not~ I wouldn't want a dimglow kid like you, who can't even sweep the right way!" Kella yelled back at him, her small hands curled into tiny fists ready to pummel his face in if need be. "Faranth knows I could do a better job than you!" She yelled, her young voice shrill with emotion. "But I'm not getting off my lazy bum to do your chores! You'd like it if you could just shirk all your duties, ehh?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 4:53 pm
Dhiren was quickly turning as irritated as a Dragon with dry scales. Not only was she yellin' at him for doing his chores/punishment, this girl was acting as uppity as some of the Weyrbrats do. She was short but she looked like she could do some damage if she tried.
Best not to tempt the hell-cat into a cat-fight. Maybe a pathetic attempt at peace making was in order?
And Dhiren really wasn't in the mood to spar anyway.
"Look lady! I ain't lookin' to make the adults even more mad at me! I just wanna chill out and finish so I can go swimming!" He glared again while replacing the bristles back on the stone. "So if you think you can do better, why don'tcha come down and help me?! It's a win-win situation. You can get me to leave faster and I can get away to cool off without any major hassle!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 6:06 pm
Kella could not do much more than just stare at the boy. Was he really that much of a dimglow? The young girl found it hard to believe, but then again... She was not going to rule anything out. After the sweeping boy made it plain to her that he was not going to do anything more than yell, she gave up on him. Why should so yell herself hoarse, and waste a day of napping, just because he did not want to finish his chores? Or punishment, whatever it was.
"I'm not gonna help you do your chores," she said haughtily, not even bothering to turn and look at him as she spoke. "You'd like it if you could just pawn your punishment off on someone else. No thank you, I get punished enough, I'm not going to do somethin' I don't wanna, just so you can go swimming."
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