13.Oct.17, 11:36 PM
Telgar Weyr had settled into a fairly regular routine since Ista and Fort had been repopulated, and as the unofficial schedule became more ingrained in the inhabitants of the Weyr, M'dox learned when the best times to do various chores and tasks were. 'Best times' meaning what time of day he was able to minimize running into others.
Now was one of the best times to do laundry.
M'dox carefully gathered up his clothing, making sure to check under all furniture. On the rare occasions that M'dox had a visitor to his room, they always gave him a knowing smirk, assuming something about the clothes strewn about his weyr. They were wrong in that assumption, and just thinking about it made heat rise in M'dox's cheeks. The truth was, he simply liked picking his clothes carefully, and often threw a discarded piece somewhere in excitement to try a new combination on. He was also, frankly, too tired at night to do much more than drop that day's clothes on the floor or over the back of a nearby chair. As a result, making sure he got all the dirty laundry required a thorough sweep of the room.
Satisfied that he had found everything, he tied his laundry bag closed and headed down to the laundry rooms. He sent Riquarth a quick mental update, informing the brown of his plans. Riquarth, who had chosen to spend the day basking in the sun with some other dragons, gave him a sleepy confirmation and a reminder to wash the sheets too. M'dox cursed under his breath and hurried back to his weyr to grab the sheets.
Sheets in hand, M'dox finally found himself outside the laundry room. Curiously, the door was wide open. M'dox frowned. He hoped this didn't mean someone was inside. He peered through the door, and saw another dragonrider along the far wall, actively washing clothes in one of the barrels. He recognized him as T'bia, a blue rider he knew of and had met briefly, but had never had much to do with. With a deep breath and some quiet encouragement from Riquarth, M'dox decided to go through with his laundry plans, and he quietly stepped into the room. He gave a polite nod towards the other rider, in case he had noticed M'dox entering. A nod was an appropriate response for the situation, and did not overly invite further interaction. M'dox chose a table as far from T'bia as possible, about halfway down one of the side walls, and begin sorting his clothes by color. An unfortunate side effect of having brightly colored clothes was the tendency of the dyes to run in the wash and make everything slightly brown. Thankfully, it was an avoidable side effect as long as he paid attention, so he set about carefully setting aside clothes.
Now was one of the best times to do laundry.
M'dox carefully gathered up his clothing, making sure to check under all furniture. On the rare occasions that M'dox had a visitor to his room, they always gave him a knowing smirk, assuming something about the clothes strewn about his weyr. They were wrong in that assumption, and just thinking about it made heat rise in M'dox's cheeks. The truth was, he simply liked picking his clothes carefully, and often threw a discarded piece somewhere in excitement to try a new combination on. He was also, frankly, too tired at night to do much more than drop that day's clothes on the floor or over the back of a nearby chair. As a result, making sure he got all the dirty laundry required a thorough sweep of the room.
Satisfied that he had found everything, he tied his laundry bag closed and headed down to the laundry rooms. He sent Riquarth a quick mental update, informing the brown of his plans. Riquarth, who had chosen to spend the day basking in the sun with some other dragons, gave him a sleepy confirmation and a reminder to wash the sheets too. M'dox cursed under his breath and hurried back to his weyr to grab the sheets.
Sheets in hand, M'dox finally found himself outside the laundry room. Curiously, the door was wide open. M'dox frowned. He hoped this didn't mean someone was inside. He peered through the door, and saw another dragonrider along the far wall, actively washing clothes in one of the barrels. He recognized him as T'bia, a blue rider he knew of and had met briefly, but had never had much to do with. With a deep breath and some quiet encouragement from Riquarth, M'dox decided to go through with his laundry plans, and he quietly stepped into the room. He gave a polite nod towards the other rider, in case he had noticed M'dox entering. A nod was an appropriate response for the situation, and did not overly invite further interaction. M'dox chose a table as far from T'bia as possible, about halfway down one of the side walls, and begin sorting his clothes by color. An unfortunate side effect of having brightly colored clothes was the tendency of the dyes to run in the wash and make everything slightly brown. Thankfully, it was an avoidable side effect as long as he paid attention, so he set about carefully setting aside clothes.