26.Sep.13, 03:16 PM
Ryvian still couldn’t believe he had never caught on to the fact that doing laundry for the Weyr was an actual chore that existed. His mother had always washed the family’s clothes both out of habit from their time in exile where she did it for Nyvian and him and then again to spoil their father when he was reunited with them. When both of his parents passed away, Nyvian always stepped up to take care of their clothing and Ryvian felt bad for never offering to help him. Apparently he shouldn’t have considering his clever brother likely simply dropped the clothes off to be washed and then brought them back to have Ryvian hang them up on their little clothing line. Why he had never shared that little tidbit of information was currently a mystery but Ryvian planned on finding his dear brother at some point to ask.
For now, however, Ryvian focused on the actual task of gathering up all of the clothes he had kicked into a pile earlier. He supposed a bag would be more useful but he was lacking in one that would suit the purpose since he didn’t want to use the knapsack he had and didn’t think it would be big enough anyway. Instead, Ryvian held the bundle of clothes tightly, cursing each time a sock fell or a shirt tried to escape as he made his trek from hut to, well, he didn’t know where. He assumed it’d be in the general area of the Halls. If nothing else, he’d ask someone at the Weyrfolk Hall.
After twenty minutes of searching and Tryst doing his best to assist in the hunt, Ryvian finally came across the room that housed the laundry facilities – in the bathing house. He nearly laughed and sighed in relief! The clothes were starting to get heavy with the way he had to tightly hold the bundle to keep anything else from trying to escape on him.
As he drew closer to the open door, Ryvian heard some laughter and some complaining but both were common in any chore and he could both sympathise with the complainer since he didn’t always like what he had to help with yet he wanted to join in the fun the others were having. “Hello?” Ryvian peeked his head into the room and looked around for someone in charge or at least for a smile. He had no idea what he was supposed to say or do. “I’m looking to drop off some clothes. Is that all right?”
For now, however, Ryvian focused on the actual task of gathering up all of the clothes he had kicked into a pile earlier. He supposed a bag would be more useful but he was lacking in one that would suit the purpose since he didn’t want to use the knapsack he had and didn’t think it would be big enough anyway. Instead, Ryvian held the bundle of clothes tightly, cursing each time a sock fell or a shirt tried to escape as he made his trek from hut to, well, he didn’t know where. He assumed it’d be in the general area of the Halls. If nothing else, he’d ask someone at the Weyrfolk Hall.
After twenty minutes of searching and Tryst doing his best to assist in the hunt, Ryvian finally came across the room that housed the laundry facilities – in the bathing house. He nearly laughed and sighed in relief! The clothes were starting to get heavy with the way he had to tightly hold the bundle to keep anything else from trying to escape on him.
As he drew closer to the open door, Ryvian heard some laughter and some complaining but both were common in any chore and he could both sympathise with the complainer since he didn’t always like what he had to help with yet he wanted to join in the fun the others were having. “Hello?” Ryvian peeked his head into the room and looked around for someone in charge or at least for a smile. He had no idea what he was supposed to say or do. “I’m looking to drop off some clothes. Is that all right?”