Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
31.Dec.13, 09:54 PM
In many ways, life at the weyr was drastically different than living on a farm. For one, there were so many more people. Nothing was done on a small scale. Meals must be done for the whole weyr, laundry was a never ending mass of fabric and soap. All under the presence of dragons flying about. It’d been a lot of take in, especially since Sennia’s life had been so quiet for most of her life. The village close to her home had to be reached by an extended walk. It wasn’t something the girls did.
But having arrived and settled in, as much as she was going to, they started tasking her with chores. It was a welcome reprieve from the quiet of her mind and the fear that silence encouraged to grow. And when it became obvious she was dependable in regard to chores, she was assigned regular shifts in the kitchens, the barracks, and anywhere else that needed a good, soapy scrubbing. She’d even fill in for others that might be ill. The quiet of the night bothered her more than calloused hands and a sore back ever would. It was with that in mind that Sennia was ushered to the kitchens to help clean up after a late dinner. Most of the staff took to packing away left overs while shooing her to the large tubs to scrub the dishes. Probably the most hated of dinner clean up but it was something to do.
Sennia took a moment to tie her hair back with a strip of leather before starting. Given that she was alone, the dishes would probably take her all night. Which was fine with her. And no one seemed particularly inclined to help.
Per usual, when she’s alone and busy, she began to idly hum. The tone rose and fell with her scrubbing, picking up tempo when she had to work at gristle on the pans before turning more serene with the easy to clean cups. Of course, Sennia wasn’t even aware she was making sounds at all.
But having arrived and settled in, as much as she was going to, they started tasking her with chores. It was a welcome reprieve from the quiet of her mind and the fear that silence encouraged to grow. And when it became obvious she was dependable in regard to chores, she was assigned regular shifts in the kitchens, the barracks, and anywhere else that needed a good, soapy scrubbing. She’d even fill in for others that might be ill. The quiet of the night bothered her more than calloused hands and a sore back ever would. It was with that in mind that Sennia was ushered to the kitchens to help clean up after a late dinner. Most of the staff took to packing away left overs while shooing her to the large tubs to scrub the dishes. Probably the most hated of dinner clean up but it was something to do.
Sennia took a moment to tie her hair back with a strip of leather before starting. Given that she was alone, the dishes would probably take her all night. Which was fine with her. And no one seemed particularly inclined to help.
Per usual, when she’s alone and busy, she began to idly hum. The tone rose and fell with her scrubbing, picking up tempo when she had to work at gristle on the pans before turning more serene with the easy to clean cups. Of course, Sennia wasn’t even aware she was making sounds at all.
Come along now, come along with me
