26.Jan.12, 01:09 AM
[yay the pregnant ladies are RPing!]
Someone, forsake them whoever they had been, had recommended leisurely strolls. With her pregnancy bordering into the third trimester, Volfetti was taking tips and ideas from anyone that thought they could alleviate her pain in the deadly summer heat. For some reason, she had listened to someone telling her to walk at a comfortable pace, but right now she wasn't sure there was a comfortable pace! Sans none at all, that is. Her walking was getting her nowhere interesting thus far, so she made the decision to visit the Gather preparations. No doubt they had cold drinks available for the workers and a seat somewhere.
Having arrived at the edge of the Gather Square, a good fifteen minutes later, Volfetti peered around. There were tables scattered everywhere, food bring roasted in the central firepit and people everywhere. After a decent survey of the area, she finally spotted a table with a collection of mugs and glasses, with a few barrels of drink that were protected from the biting sun with a large shade cloth. Slowly shuffling over to the table she took a tall glass and turned the tap to the barrel that had been labelled "citrus juice", filling it right to the brim. Taking a long sip she closed her eyes and sighed in pleasure as the surprisingly cold liquid cooled her from the inside out, at least temporarily.
Refreshed, she looked around, wondering if there was anywhere she could sit, particularly somewhere shady. Seeing nowhere immediately, Volfetti set off around the edges of the Square. She didn't get far however before E'lore snatched her by the arm, yanking her to the side and spilling her entire drink in the process. Rounding on the Weyrlady she gave her a dark, filthy glare and holding the now empty glass up to her eye level.
"Yes, me! You spilled my drink!" She growled, intensely aggravated. Glancing around she spotted an empty handed weyrbrat walking past. "You, boy! Yes you! C'mere!" she summoned the young boy, who stumbled over warily. Volfetti shoved the glass into his chest, letting go once he had latched onto it. Shooing him away to the drinks with instructions on what to refill it with she turned back to E'lore.
"What?" She asked scornfully. "Why are you even working, shouldn't you be sitting? How can you even stand to stand!" Volfetti continued without waiting for the Weyrlady to speak. Without looking at the weyrbrat when he returned she snatched the glass off him, draining a third in a swift gulp.
Someone, forsake them whoever they had been, had recommended leisurely strolls. With her pregnancy bordering into the third trimester, Volfetti was taking tips and ideas from anyone that thought they could alleviate her pain in the deadly summer heat. For some reason, she had listened to someone telling her to walk at a comfortable pace, but right now she wasn't sure there was a comfortable pace! Sans none at all, that is. Her walking was getting her nowhere interesting thus far, so she made the decision to visit the Gather preparations. No doubt they had cold drinks available for the workers and a seat somewhere.
Having arrived at the edge of the Gather Square, a good fifteen minutes later, Volfetti peered around. There were tables scattered everywhere, food bring roasted in the central firepit and people everywhere. After a decent survey of the area, she finally spotted a table with a collection of mugs and glasses, with a few barrels of drink that were protected from the biting sun with a large shade cloth. Slowly shuffling over to the table she took a tall glass and turned the tap to the barrel that had been labelled "citrus juice", filling it right to the brim. Taking a long sip she closed her eyes and sighed in pleasure as the surprisingly cold liquid cooled her from the inside out, at least temporarily.
Refreshed, she looked around, wondering if there was anywhere she could sit, particularly somewhere shady. Seeing nowhere immediately, Volfetti set off around the edges of the Square. She didn't get far however before E'lore snatched her by the arm, yanking her to the side and spilling her entire drink in the process. Rounding on the Weyrlady she gave her a dark, filthy glare and holding the now empty glass up to her eye level.
"Yes, me! You spilled my drink!" She growled, intensely aggravated. Glancing around she spotted an empty handed weyrbrat walking past. "You, boy! Yes you! C'mere!" she summoned the young boy, who stumbled over warily. Volfetti shoved the glass into his chest, letting go once he had latched onto it. Shooing him away to the drinks with instructions on what to refill it with she turned back to E'lore.
"What?" She asked scornfully. "Why are you even working, shouldn't you be sitting? How can you even stand to stand!" Volfetti continued without waiting for the Weyrlady to speak. Without looking at the weyrbrat when he returned she snatched the glass off him, draining a third in a swift gulp.