Cave of Chaos [Firestone Mining Group]

Already inside the cave and swinging a pick axe almost too enthusiastically Par'a had created a mess almost up to Grith's standards. She was coated in dust and had a collection of rocks spread willy nilly about her, though only one small rock was in her basket. She had already looked over the group on the chore listing and there were a lot of women on it. This drew her to the conclusion that everyone's name was written on parchment, or perhaps wood for durability, and then drawn out of a sack to decide who got to do what. Because honestly. All these women mining firestone? She'd only seen three men on the list, two of which were new Weyrlings and well, she doubted they would be much help. As a weyrling Par'a had barely had the energy to wash a dish when she was rostered into chore duties at High Reaches. While chores weren't something so needed like at Katila, they were still there enough to tire and bore everyone.

Vialden's scoffing as he entered the mine reached Par'a's ears and she was intrigued. Sure, mining wasn't the best thing but if you did it quickly you could bring in your quota and be free for the rest of the day! Whoever was trying to pawn their quota off was clearly an idiot. Straightening up and resting the back of her hand holding the pick axe on her hip she looked towards the entrance. Seeing J'ver come into sight shortly after didn't surprise her. The poor darling didn't want to get dirty, no doubt.

Par'a liked her fellow Greenriders.

Par'a did not like J'ver.

Anyone who associated positively with S'kef automatically was listed into her bad books. While they could certainly prove her initial impression to be incorrect, that certainly wasn't the case with J'ver. Whiny, aggravating and absolutely smitten with the horrid man, Par'a saw no goodness within the other Greenrider. He was a slave to S'kef.

Wiping her hand across her brow she smirked. She knew S'kef wasn't anywhere near them today, she always made sure to check on where the people she made a point to avoid were rostered. It allowed her to prepare herself then, particularly if they were to participate in a chore together. Adjusting her filthy shirt she called over to J'ver, her voice jovial.

"Oh J'ver, aren't you going to show off all your amazing muscles by mining your 'stone quicker than the rest of us?"

It wasn't a particularly sly taunt, anyone who didn't know how much Par'a disliked J'ver would probably just think she was being her usual teasing self.

Outside, Grith was attacking the mountain with as much enthusiasm as her rider. Dead set on helping the Katilians mine, the Green was tearing at the rocks with her claws in an attempt to find firestone 'closer to the surface'. There had been a long winded argument earlier between Par'a and Grith about why exactly the dragon couldn't come into the caves to mine with them, to which Par'a won by lying that there was firestone closer to the surface too. She chirpily greeted each dragon that turned up, though not many stayed which made her sad. When she spotted Rilaleeyth curling up by the entrance to wait she squealed with glee.

Rilaleeyth! Come mine with me! We can help them finish quicker!

She invited excitedly, still oblivious to the fallacy.

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Mountains work! Let's get this show on the road!