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04.Feb.13, 09:33 PM
Someone, Faranth knew who, appeared to have found out about Volfetti's constant chore swapping when it came to clothing. She had been assigned to not just chores, but lessons on how to mend and make basic clothes. Something about 'learning more skills now that she couldn't Stand'. Suffice to say, she wasn't a happy camper at that news.
As a consolation to herself, Volfetti had spent lunch eating a platter of seafood she had helped net earlier that day. Amongst it was a small octopus, a rare catch for the relatively shallow net she had put out. This she savoured, spending as long as she could eating it. No, she wasn't putting off her sewing lesson. Of course not. She was savouring the beautiful food she was trained to catch.
With a sigh she pushed the now empty plate away from her, pursing her lips. Standing, she took her hat and tugged it onto her head. She stared at the plate for a moment, having a small morality argument with herself. Were this a real Weyr, there would be drudges and kitchen staff to clear the tables. If that were the case, she would have no qualm in leaving her plate on the table this one time. However... this was not a real Weyr. Tugging at her hat she let out a little grumble before she leaned over and picked the plate up, taking it to the large tables where used crockery and cutlery were collected from for washing. Dropping it, perhaps a little harder than needed, she turned on her heel and strode out.
Her walk to the craft hall was a slow and leisurely stroll, her beige skirt swirling around her ankles. It created a draft around her legs and while it wasn't cool, it was at least relieving in the Katilian heat. As she walked her hat was tugged in every direction, first left then right, then back and forward. Sadly, the walk couldn't be long enough for her and the craft hall loomed up before her. She narrowed her eyes. This was stupid! Why did she have to learn to sew?
Despite all her grumbling she walked inside, heading to the room she had been told to go to. She knocked on the door, more out of politeness than anything as it was already open, peering inside. Bundles of brilliant red hair caught her eye immediately and she frowned for a moment. There weren't many redheads around and it didn't take long for her identify who it was in the room.
"Jisralna?" VOlfetti stepped into the room, taking her straw hat off with a sweeping motion. "I believe you are here to teach me..." She struggled for a moment to wipe the scowl off her face. "...How to sew."
As a consolation to herself, Volfetti had spent lunch eating a platter of seafood she had helped net earlier that day. Amongst it was a small octopus, a rare catch for the relatively shallow net she had put out. This she savoured, spending as long as she could eating it. No, she wasn't putting off her sewing lesson. Of course not. She was savouring the beautiful food she was trained to catch.
With a sigh she pushed the now empty plate away from her, pursing her lips. Standing, she took her hat and tugged it onto her head. She stared at the plate for a moment, having a small morality argument with herself. Were this a real Weyr, there would be drudges and kitchen staff to clear the tables. If that were the case, she would have no qualm in leaving her plate on the table this one time. However... this was not a real Weyr. Tugging at her hat she let out a little grumble before she leaned over and picked the plate up, taking it to the large tables where used crockery and cutlery were collected from for washing. Dropping it, perhaps a little harder than needed, she turned on her heel and strode out.
Her walk to the craft hall was a slow and leisurely stroll, her beige skirt swirling around her ankles. It created a draft around her legs and while it wasn't cool, it was at least relieving in the Katilian heat. As she walked her hat was tugged in every direction, first left then right, then back and forward. Sadly, the walk couldn't be long enough for her and the craft hall loomed up before her. She narrowed her eyes. This was stupid! Why did she have to learn to sew?
Despite all her grumbling she walked inside, heading to the room she had been told to go to. She knocked on the door, more out of politeness than anything as it was already open, peering inside. Bundles of brilliant red hair caught her eye immediately and she frowned for a moment. There weren't many redheads around and it didn't take long for her identify who it was in the room.
"Jisralna?" VOlfetti stepped into the room, taking her straw hat off with a sweeping motion. "I believe you are here to teach me..." She struggled for a moment to wipe the scowl off her face. "...How to sew."
