09.Aug.13, 05:15 PM
The harper songs never mentioned the seemingly never ending chores to be done about a Weyr. Not one line about washing dishes or mopping floors. Or gutting fish... He needed to rectify that over site with a ballad of his own. Something that was less about glory and more about grunge. He'd been plenty familiar with hard labor before being kidnapped, but now he could almost wax poetic on the subject. Most days he felt more like a drudge than a candidate. Without a clutch hardening on the sands there was little to look forward to. With a clutch he could at least distract himself with what it might contain and who would impress. So far that hadn't included him, but he was still hopefully that at some not so distance hatching he might be found suitable by a hatchling.
Trelanvor was pleased he wouldn't be left working alone, although he knew very little about his chore partner. He did know her name and that she was a Queen candidate, but she seemed on the quieter side and not the sort to muck about while doing chores. Well just maybe he could change that. Just because they were stuck doing something unpleasant didn't mean it couldn't be a little fun.
He could smell the salt, fishy scent of that day's catch as he entered the kitchen. It was still fresh enough that the smell wasn't really unpleasant, though if they didn't work quickly that wouldn't last. Hopefully he'd still have an appetite for dinner by the time they finished with the task. Whistling softly under his breath he sauntered over to the table they had been stationed at, well away from everyone else. He picked up a knife, testing the sharpness against his thumb before he took a seat across from Arddra.
"You sound like my Mother." He chuckled, selecting a packtail from the pile. He examined the fish for a moment before hooking his blade into the abdomen. "So Ardda what did you do to get yourself assigned to fish gutting duty?" He glanced up at her, blue eye sparkling mischievously before he looked back to his work. "Get caught putting itching powder in the Weyrleader's trousers? Fellis in S'kef's klah? Switch out all the sweetner for salt in the Dining Hall?" Trelanvor knew it was unlikely she'd done any of the things he'd listed or even thought about doing them. Most of the Queen candidates seem to be pretty well behaved. He didn't think of himself as a troublemaker, often times curiosity just got the better of him.
Trelanvor was pleased he wouldn't be left working alone, although he knew very little about his chore partner. He did know her name and that she was a Queen candidate, but she seemed on the quieter side and not the sort to muck about while doing chores. Well just maybe he could change that. Just because they were stuck doing something unpleasant didn't mean it couldn't be a little fun.
He could smell the salt, fishy scent of that day's catch as he entered the kitchen. It was still fresh enough that the smell wasn't really unpleasant, though if they didn't work quickly that wouldn't last. Hopefully he'd still have an appetite for dinner by the time they finished with the task. Whistling softly under his breath he sauntered over to the table they had been stationed at, well away from everyone else. He picked up a knife, testing the sharpness against his thumb before he took a seat across from Arddra.
"You sound like my Mother." He chuckled, selecting a packtail from the pile. He examined the fish for a moment before hooking his blade into the abdomen. "So Ardda what did you do to get yourself assigned to fish gutting duty?" He glanced up at her, blue eye sparkling mischievously before he looked back to his work. "Get caught putting itching powder in the Weyrleader's trousers? Fellis in S'kef's klah? Switch out all the sweetner for salt in the Dining Hall?" Trelanvor knew it was unlikely she'd done any of the things he'd listed or even thought about doing them. Most of the Queen candidates seem to be pretty well behaved. He didn't think of himself as a troublemaker, often times curiosity just got the better of him.