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 Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 5:59 pm
To say that today was the best day ever would have been the understatement of the year.
Fanigan had just received word from the kitchen staff that the new Weyrwoman had arrived, from the cozy island of Ista, and was here to take her rightful place as procreating queen. It seemed that little old Thera wasn't quite cut out for the job anymore, and Ether was too young to take over from mommy-dearest. And since there wasn't anyone else to take the job but someone from the outside, that meant the power was changing hands. This new Weyrwoman – what was her name? Favan? – was going to shake the foundations of everything that Rising Sun held dear. And Fanigan was going to be there to help her.
His usual lop-sided grin a touch wider than normal, the Flying Wherries' leader strode down to the kitchens for his daily chores. Peeling tubers was nobody's favourite job (which meant that the Flying Wherries got it most of the time, next to latrine duty) but even cleaning up crap couldn't change his mood. Times were a changing and the Wherries were on their way to the top. All Fanigan had to do was get in with her lot and they would be golden.
"Gooood morning ladies~" He flashed the kitchen staff his best nice-boy smile as he reached for a redfruit. "And a good morning it is too, isn't it?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 6:08 pm
An understatement for some, and an overstatement anyone who was important.
Iathe had been most displeased when the news had reached her ears. So, that woman had finally arrived? Hmph! No matter; if the rumors were true, the Weyrwoman had been all but thrown from her last roost. If she Impressed--when she Impressed (she didn't have room to doubt herself), it would only be a matter of time before she could usurp the position of Sr. Weyrwoman and finally made Igen into the proper place it should be.
She looked rather dangerous with the knife clenched in her fist, and the poor tuber was vehemently being skinned. Kitchen duty wasn't necessarily a bad sort of work, but she'd much rather be out and about rather than cooped up in here with too many people. That was about the time that dreaded drawl of a voice reached her ears, and eyes snapped up to pin a glare on the leader of the Flying Wherries that might have made a tunnelsnake flee in fear.
"Careful, Fanny, we don't need any of your headflakes seasoning the tubers." Came the smooth, sharp quip before she pointedly ignored the other and returned to her work. The last person she wanted to see; by the way he was strutting, clearly the news had inflated his crooked nose more than it needed to be.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 6:30 pm
Oooh well well well. Look who was on kitchen duty with him!
Had it been another other day, Fanigan's smile would have probably beaten a hasty retreat, but today he was feeling super excellent. The grin only dropped off his face for a moment, before it returned in full force. He had room to run if she came at him with that knife, and it wouldn't be the first time someone threw tubers at him. "Iathe! Fancy meeting you here! I thought it was Sunshine's turn to be peeling the tubers." The Flying Wherries' leader took a bite out of the redfruit as he took several cautious carefully calculated steps towards the tuber peelers.
"And what do you mean my headflakes? I haven't got any headflakes but even if I did I think they'd go very well with the tubers. Coming from me they'd have to match my excellent personality, don't you agree?" Clearly Iathe wasn't as chuffed about the new Weyrwoman as he was, but that was acceptable. She'd soon see the light.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 10:20 pm
There was a derisive snort at his words, the barest roll of her eyes under those bangs before she continued to impatiently flick the dull knife over the tuber, making sure every scrap of skin was gone. Better Fanigan than Theron--and better none of them, if she had a choice! Still, she was calculating, as usual, and after a moment, risked a question.
"So? Have you met her? The new Weyrwoman?" Far be it for Fanigan to miss the opportunity to gloat, and she glanced up to watch him beadily again. A little information never hurt, particularly since a whole slew of candidates had apparently accompanied the new goldrider. More for her ranks then, if she could convince them and, with her luck, if most were female...
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 9:27 pm
She wasn't going to throw the knife at him? Awesome. Fanigan finished the redfruit off and tossed the core into one of the peel bins. With nothing left to do, he finally covered the last bit of ground and settled down across from Iathe. So far so good. He didn't take his eyes off her (for safety reasons only) when he leaned over to grab and knife and a fresh tuber. No use sitting her talking and not doing any work. He didn't need the Candidatemaster on his back for slacking. Getting on Iathe's bad side was definitely something you avoided whenever possible.
When she brought up the new Weyrwoman he cocked an eyebrow, clearly surprised. He hadn't expected Favan to come up so soon. Perhaps Iathe was testing him. It was hard to tell. Fanigan would have to play his cards carefully. "The new Weyrwoman? Ooh, you mean Favan o' course. I've seen her from afar but I've yet to actually meet her face to face, you know. I'd imagine Weyrwoman Thera has got her up to her ears in paperwork and regulations. Have you been to see her at all? I heard a couple of girls were in her room changing her laundry."
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