09.Apr.13, 09:09 PM
Apari being who she was knew exactly which times throughout the day the WeyrHall was least active. She certainly didn’t mind several people in the Hall as having a nice quiet chat was something she always welcomed, but she did mind when it was so crowded that she could barely make it inside the door without bumping into someone let alone making it across the room. She always spent crowded gatherings outside looking in or safely escorted to a corner where she was carefully boxed in so nobody could sneak up on her and with a trusted friend guarding her opened side.
As it were, now was one of those times that the Hall was blissfully scarce of weyrfolk and she had freedom to move around without fear of bumping into one body or another. One arm held a basket full past the brim with a variety of flowers while the other hand held twine and scissors. She was up to her nonsense of bringing beauty to the Weyr again, though unlike back home, nobody seemed to complain. Either that or nobody realized it was her putting fresh arrangements of flowers throughout the WeyrHall to know who to complain to.
Either way suited her fine. She enjoyed the colors and fragrance and as long as a single other person did, it was enough to keep her doing it every few days.
Finding an empty table, she sat down and began to take the flowers gingerly from the basket with her gnarled fingers and sort them out by type on the table so that it was easier for her to pick and choose which color she deemed she needed next. A light hum was on her lips as she began to work and the bronze firelizard on her shoulder hummed lightly with her, his eyes closed in contentment with her routine.
As it were, now was one of those times that the Hall was blissfully scarce of weyrfolk and she had freedom to move around without fear of bumping into one body or another. One arm held a basket full past the brim with a variety of flowers while the other hand held twine and scissors. She was up to her nonsense of bringing beauty to the Weyr again, though unlike back home, nobody seemed to complain. Either that or nobody realized it was her putting fresh arrangements of flowers throughout the WeyrHall to know who to complain to.
Either way suited her fine. She enjoyed the colors and fragrance and as long as a single other person did, it was enough to keep her doing it every few days.
Finding an empty table, she sat down and began to take the flowers gingerly from the basket with her gnarled fingers and sort them out by type on the table so that it was easier for her to pick and choose which color she deemed she needed next. A light hum was on her lips as she began to work and the bronze firelizard on her shoulder hummed lightly with her, his eyes closed in contentment with her routine.