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Araye felt tired. Actually, to say she was tired would have been a terrible understatement. She was so exurbanitely tired that the ends of her fingers were shaking as she attempted to faintly comb them through her pale blonde hair. Her eyes flickered somewhat as she lowered them, biting on the end bottom of her lip as she glanced at her appearance in the bottom of the murky pot of water she had been carrying out to be dumped.

Her face, in the reflection, was a peculiar one marred with a kind of dull complexion. Her skin was still as pale as milk and it haunted her up from the dirty water. But everything else, although once so lovely, now was not so much. The bandage that forever covered her left eye still remained, slightly dirty now for she was in charge of everything she did as a drudge. No one washed her clothes if she did not wash them for her, and she was still just a girl. But ah- there would be time for bad feelings later.

Gritting her teeth, she circled her fingers through the latches of the iron pot, and lifted it upwards. The weight immediately caused a bit of pain to chill across her shoulder blades, but she did her best to ignore it and continue her slow path outside of the weyr underbelly where it would be dumped out into the grass.

It took a few more minutes for her to reach the door. For a moment she hung in thought, her pale fingers red from the pot, before groaning and shoving the door open. It swung open with a rusty groan, and with another huff, she continued to drag the pot across the path, and towards the weyr bowl. It wasn't more then teen feet, but it felt more like a dragon length.

As she stumbled, she suddenly became aware that she was walking directly in the path of a boy sitting down on the grass. "Uck-" She whispered in surprise, and attempted to avert her path by slowly sidestepping. "Sorry!"

She couldn't help but train her eyes on his flit however. It would must have been nice to have one of those little flutters- although she supposed her sisters were always getting her into trouble.

Araye pressed a finger to her mouth slightly and pursed her lips. It wasn't good for her to be pawning off her duties on weyr brats- for she had seen this fellow around sometime before. She shook her head softly, causing her shortly cropped blonde hair to gently sweep across the corners of her face. "Um-..."

For a moment, she was distracted by the flapping wings of the blue firelizard. He was really a pretty color of blue, and she lowered her eyes from both of their gazes, becoming slightly self conscious. It was not so much for her eye anymore as it was the fact that she was, well- rather dirty.

"I probably shouldn't be doing that." She said softly, her fingers still straining against the iron pot. But it was so heavy! It wasn't like anyone was hawking over her... maybe... the headwoman could be scary at times. "Alright, if you really want to...I suppose, I mean-" For the life of her, she could not stretch out her hands to even give the boy the pot, so instead, she sort of tipped it to one side.

Araye couldn't help think that at a time like this, her sister probably would have carried the pot. But there was so much different between Farin and herself. She wasn't strong like that, and really, she was tired...

"Thankyou..." she stammered, shaking her head again. "I'm Araye."

(( do either of you mind if I jump in with P'athen? heart ))

[ Go ahead! It's open ^-^ ]

((hope no one minds if i jump in...))

Chaerens soft weyr hide boots made quiet skuffing sounds as the green rider walked down one of the Weyr's many service tunnels. She was dressed simply today as there was no thread for she and her dragon to fight, nor was there any work that needed her immediate attention. She wore a white shirt with loose, open sleeves and a dark blue vest that matched her equally dark blue skirt that went down to mid calf. she wore a thin pair of white pants under her skirt that tucked into her brown leather boots. Long, black, and slightly curly hair was held back from her face by a light blue hat that both kept her hair in order, and kept the sun out of her large, blue-grey eyes.
Curled around her neck was a recently hatched queen firelizard whom watched her surroundings with bright red eyes. This in itself was strange, but the little queen also had a heart shaped birth mark on her rear, making it easy to distinguish Auri from any other queen around. Accompanying the queen was Chaerens little bronze flit, Basa. Since his queen had stolen his former spot around their owners neck, the eldest firelizard of the fair had moved house to Chaeren's vest pocket. Somewhere outside and above the tunnel she was sure the other four flits that made up her fair, two blues, another bronze, and a brown, were following the other three while amusing themselves with arial acrobatics.

Chaeren came to a stop at the entrance to the tunnel and observed two younglings outside it on the path. One was a small blonde girl with a patch over her eye, obviously a drudge from the looks of her. The other was a boy who was not much larger, but was accompanied by a blue firelizard. The boy was either a weyr brat or a candidate, Chaeren was not sure which.
The much older green rider smiled as she watched the pair. The boy seemed to be insisting the drudge let him carry the pot of water for her. This made the woman grin. It always made her happy to see a person helping another in need.
The green rider hadn't yet noticed the other rider stretched out on the floor at her feet.

"Oh, yes. Right here-" The small waif like girl pointed unsteadily towards the grass. "It just needs to be dumped..." Out of the corner of her good eye, she cautiously watched a few moving shapes in the faint distance. Riders maybe? She shook her head somewhat and paid them not too much attention. It generally wasn't in her job to converse with them, and in all honesty, she'd never spoken to another dragonrider that was not Farin.

Feeling a bit uneasy with eyes upon her, she reached out towards Teyin's hand. "Maybe- maybe I should take it." She questioned, and wrung her fingers through her dirty smock. The last thing she needed was to be reported for being lazy.

Chaeren jumped as a small coughing sound came from down around her feet. A man lay there, apparently a rider from his clothing and shoulder knots. She looked down at the man and nodded a greeting, saying "I'm sorry, I didn't wake you up did I?" She asked, a little embarassed that she hadn't noticed him in the first place. He wasn't exactly hiding, nor was he small. She hoped he didn't think her brainless or spacey for not noticing him. Fact was that the female green rider had been so absorbed in thought she hadn't really even noticed where she was going until she had laid eyes on the two children in the bowl.
Auri, Chaerens red eyed queen flit looked at the man on the floor curiously. She chirped at him, wondering what on earth he was doing down there on the ground in the middle of the path.
Hearing his queen questioning something, basa stuck his head out of the pocket he was curled up in and looked about suspiciously for any other challenging male flits. He spotted P'athen and hissed a warning at him about staying away from his queen.
Chaeren chuckled at her two flits and said "hush lovlies, leave the nice man alone." When the woman looked up again, she saw the two children eyeing the pair of them nervously.
"Ah, seems they've spotted us." she said aloud. After a moment of thought the rider waved cheerfully at the pair, letting them know that she was friendly.
"Good afternoon younglings." she said with a smile as she stepped out of the shade of the tunnel a way and smiled. She advanced no further though, deciding to let them approach if they so desired.
A small breeze stirred Chaerens long black hair slightly, making the woman reach up to straighten her hat. Moments later two blue, a bronze, and a brown flit all swooped down from the sky and circled around the woman, making her laugh until she waved them off, the two currently perched on her chittering and whistling their hellos. The other four went and perched in various places nearby, all watching the three various strangers in the bowl.