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 Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 9:40 am
Unlike quite a lot of people, Bachi easily fell into the swing of things. He was used to his brother watching him like a hawk and making him help with things, so he felt absolutely nothing wrong with doing chores. The night of the Hatching was hardly on his mind, or wouldn't have been if everyone didn't bring it up all the time.
When he had a chore companion, they were either quiet, or extremely talkative. Some of them were mad. Bachi's only concern for now, however, was to find his brother, and he hadn't seen him since the night when the bronze had Impressed to him.
Taking out a clean knife, he went back to peeling away at tubers. He had a small bandage on his finger from where one of his companions had distracted him and he'd sliced into his flesh quite a ways. It would end up fine, but it stung quite a bit if he moved it the wrong way.
Vaguely, he wondered what kind of person he'd be stuck making conversation with today.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 10:17 am
It was a big deal to Kella. She.. well, to put it simply, she wasn't a fan of Kyllae. Nor was she a fan of how the leadership was handling the whole debacle. For Faranth's sake, Kella had seen the girl at the hatching! In the stands, just watching- but.. How could the girl stand to show her face after what she'd done? As far as Kella was concerned, Kyllae had personally murdered those two dragonets. Rules were in place FOR A REASON- no one was exempt. Not even a candidate who was looking to get an edge, as far as impression goes.
Well, Kyllae certainly hadn't impressed anyone. Maybe with her ignorance, but that was about it. Kella was impressed by the fact the girl was still in the Weyr. HOW?! WHY?! There were plenty of angry Weyrfolk ready to toss the girl out, leave her Weyr- and Holdless. how could any self-respecting institution take the girl in, knowing that she had broken a major rule, and it had turned out to have dire consequences. Kyllae simply couldn't be trusted.
Kella pondered on all this, occasionally angrily muttering to herself, as she peeled tubers. There was a huge pile of them on the table, and Kella had barely made a dent in it- despite having been at the chore for near an hour. A second candidate had been assigned to the chore, but thus far Kella had refrained from speaking with him. He didn't seem too worked about the recent events, anyway.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 10:23 am
Maybe he wasn't worked up about the events that had happened in the hatchings, but he was continually looking over at her lack of work.
He frowned and shifted as he picked up another of the tubers and quickly and expertly stripped them of their skins.
Eventually, his agitation broke through, and he got a little sharp tongued. "Are you just going to stare off into space and b***h all afternoon, or are you going to do some work?"
Honestly, if it was up to him, she wouldn't be getting any sort of dinner. Maybe he was just bitter because he hadn't seen his brother and his day had been one downhill spiral.
Sure, she wasn't talking, but she wasn't doing any work, either. He would rather her be a blather mouth so he didn't have to do her share of work as well.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 10:29 am
He probably shouldn't have said that to her. Not while she had a knife in her hand. Kella's eyes widened slightly as Bachi's words reached her ears. She slowly put both hands on the table- half-peeled tuber in one, knife in the other. Did he... Did he really just say that?
Kella laughed. She couldn't help it! There was nothing particularly amusing about what Bachi said, but her natural reaction was to laugh. "Well," she said after a moment, taking a deep breath to stay her laughter. "I'm sorry I can't be such a cold-hearted, non-feeling p***k,," she spat at Bachi, turning to face him. "I'm sorry that I'm just a weak female, and watching someone commit suicide is a little tough to swallow," she continued, her face contorted into a snarl. "But I'll get right back to my chores, oh, yes sir- I don't want to be punished. Oh, no! Chores, right, definitely more important than someone's mental stability and well-being," Kella went on to mumble, turning back to began anew at peeling tubers.
But this time, she peeled with a frenzied fervor, pieces of tuber every now and again flying into the air to land on the floor, the wall, or even in her hair. Now, rather than the occasional angry mumble to herself, Kella was silent.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 10:37 am
Bachi saw her go wide-eyed and refrained from the urge to roll his own. Watching her out of the corner of his eyes, he continued on with his work as though almost nothing in the world was wrong.
The laughter caused him to glance over momentarily. It was only a very quick look, however, and it didn't distract him.
When she went on, he calmy put the knife down and looked over at her. "If you're mentally unstable, you should go see a mind-healer," he told her. His tone was still manner of fact.
"I can take care of this; there's a woman named Roka who can help you out, and you won't have to worry about helping to feed half the Weyr." She was an assuming jerk, wasn't she? Honestly, why did people insist about bitching endlessly when a problem was so easy to fix?
Great. Now she was making an absolute mess. He could only ignore that for so long.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 10:43 am
Get help? From a mind-healer? HA! Kella may have been a little shaken up from the events at the hatching, but she was certainly strong enough to handle it on her own. Or, at least, she thought so. She'd never admit to needing help- especially not from a mind-healer.
"So.. what's your problem? Peel your tubers, leave me to peel mine. At my own pace. I'll get 'em done, don't you fret," Kella switched gears from angry and indignant to nonchalant and passive. My, my, what a mood swing. Maybe she was PMSing? Her frenzied rate of peeling slowed to normal, and she stopped flinging tuber-peels all over the kitchen. "I'll clean those up later," she assured Bachi, wrinkling her nose as she looked around.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 10:51 am
He was quiet as she continued to talk. There was nothing to say; if she wanted to be a stuck up tunnelsnake over the whole ordeal, that was her problem. She seemed to be looking for an excuse to be angry to him rather than 'emotionally scarred'.
For a while, he let her peel in silence. She had so many of those tubers to do, that she'd probably be there all night long. Oh well, not his problem.
"You always this upset over everything?" he asked her eventually. He'd spent the whole time wishing everyone would shut up, and now that someone had, the silence felt to eerie to be kept that way.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 10:59 am
Kella took advantage of the lack of conversation, and before long, a sizable dent in her pile was visible. Not to mention, the pile of peeled tubers seemed to be growing rapidly. As she peeled, she thought. Not angry thoughts, just.. thoughts. Mostly 'what ifs'- for example, who would the blue have impressed to if he hadn't betweened? What would have hatched out of the dud egg? Thoughts of that nature. While thinking of all the things that could be wasn't really productive in any way, Kella couldn't really stop the thoughts from coming.
Then Bachi broke the silence again. Odd, since he had been so keen on her finishing her work in a timely manner. But, if he wanted to distract her, that was fine. The dark-skinned girl shrugged as an immediate response to his question, then elaborated after a moment's thought. "No, not usually. I don't know why this has got me all worked up. That was my third time on the sands; I've seen some pretty rugged stuff go down," she explained. She paused from peeling to give Bachi a sideways glance, barely turning her head to look at him. "What about you? Are you always so.. unaffected?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 11:25 am
Well, as far as he was concerned, she'd said it herself earlier. She'd watched a dragon commit suicide. It would get quite a few people worked up.
"But this time, there was someone to blame, and it could have been stopped, right?" No, he wasn't a particularly smart boy. This wasn't a moment of revelation and wit. It was, in fact, just a statement of fact and a rather parrot-like reiteration of things he'd heard other people say during the day.
"I'd never been to a Hatching before this one." He'd only known it was bad that the blue disappeared by the wails and screams and roars of the dragons. By the time it had registered, it wasn't even real enough to think about. "A dragon died; people are upset, but it's not changing anything at all. So, I can peel tubers so someone can eat tonight. They're alive, they're here, and they can be helped. That blue? He's as good as gone. As was that egg on the sands. Hate to say it, but hope isn't feeding me, nor is regret. I didn't know the blue dragon, there's nothing to miss. Harsh to say, but that's the way my mind works. You can either accept it, or go back to your tubers."
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 11:31 am
"Maybe I'll accept it, but I don't have to like it," Kella argued back, frowning slightly at Bachi. Sure, he was entitled to his own opinion and such.. but Kella just couldn't understand how his mind could work like that. It was so vastly different from her own!
"Do you even know what happened? Some dumb b***h-girl decided to sneak onto the sands one night and touch the eggs, while they were still soft," Kella jabbed her knife in the general direction of the hatching sands, her frown widening and her scowl darkening. Her dark eyes flashed angrily. "There's a rule against touching the eggs before they;re hard for a reason- and Kyllae proved it. She broke the rule, only Faranth knows why, and she screwed us all over. No touching for the rest of the candidates, two dragonets dead- all because she's a dumb, impatient little prat," Kella huffed and promptly turned back to peeling her tubers.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 9:53 pm
Bachi shrugged. He couldn't care less on her opinion of the matter more or less. Her 'liking' it was none of his concern.
When she went on, however, he squinted in her direction. A dragon went between? What else had happened that he'd missed?
"Oh, yeah, I heard," he said with a nod. It was practically all over the Weyr all the time; how could he not? And about three other people had told him today that it was 'that girl's' fault.
With a yawn, he carried off his tubers into the designated area and came back to helping her peel what she had left.
Granted, he was pissed at her, too, but he wasn't going to let it show. It was not appropriate behavior to desire to beat the living life out of idiotic girls. Hopefully she'd never be allowed to stand again and that would be it.
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 12:19 pm
Kella caught Bachi's reaction when she began to reiterate the evets of the hatching. Was that.. surprise?! Had he missed the blue betweening? "Were you even AT the hatching?" Kella asked her chore-buddy, arching an eyebrow in blatant skepticism. "Yeah, the blue betweened, a bunch of dragonets came out super-vicious and fighting- but that's sort of normal. They're all confused, and hungry, and desperate to find their riders. I've never seen a peaceful, bloodless hatching," Kella informed Bachi very matter-of-factly.
Her pile of tubers yet to be peeled was shrinking rapidly. Once Bachi began to help her, the chore seemed to be done almost immediately. Upon completion, Kella hefted the large bowl full of peeled tubers and cradled it. Under its weight, the small girl was forced to waddle with the bowl to the opposite side of the kitchen, where all the food waiting to be prepared was kept. After setting the bowl down, Kella offered a small smile to Bachi- "Hey, thanks for helping. You didn't have to."
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 1:07 pm
(( Lol. That question mark after the "a dragon went between" wasn't supposed to be there. ))
"I was there," he answered. Could she get any more rude?
"I saw the fighting gold and the brown." Normally, he would have gone off on how awesome it was, but he didn't want to waste good taste on such a crazy non-peeling companion.
He laughed at her secretly when she drug the tubers into the next room, but didn't say anything. When she finally turned around, the amusement on his face had vanished to just be him looking bored and slightly agitated again.
"Couldn't have half the Weyr starving because you were too upset to finish," he told her in that same matter of fact manner.
He turned to go, then paused and looked back. "See you around." He had other chores ahead of him, and maybe he'd get someone who wanted to talk about the weather. Yes, wasn't the weather nice?
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