27.May.22, 01:16 AM
After a rather successful day of foraging and hiking, Siro had gone and spent the rest of his day getting the afternoon chores he was assigned to finished. After hours of hiking, moving supplies for the kitchen and then mucking out the stables took more out of him than it normally would have and he's slipped a couple of times into the mud to boot. It was a frustrating little end to chore time, but at least he got it done and could just go slink on off to his room. Fancy greeted him with his usual chirp as soon as he started to make his way back towards the candidate barracks, deftly landing on the one clean spot on his shoulders.
The first thing Sironar did as he stumbled into his room was strip out of his dirt and mud covered clothes, immediately tossing them to the side to add to the pile he usually kept on the room's other bed. It wasn't as if anyone else was using it after all, he hadn't had a roommate in a while since the last one impressed a green. Only there was a sudden flailing and jump of someone in the bed and Siro nearly jumped out of his skin as he cursed, whirling around to stare at the stranger who was in his room. "What the fuck?! What are you doing in my room?"
Fancy, curious as to what all the fuss was about, flew down from his perch to boldly land on the bed next to the stranger as he studied him. He gave an inquisitive chirp as he circled around, bold and curious, but not above popping away if the stranger tried to grab him. Siro sighed as he watched the lizard and gestured to it. "That's Fancy. Don't let him beg, that's dad's fault..." his voice trailed off and his eyes narrowed as he remembered the curious exchange he had with his father earlier. "Son of a fuck, this is his fault isn't it?" At the slightly blank expression on the stranger's face Siro sighed. "S'far of Bronze Urudith... the Weyrleader? That guy."
The first thing Sironar did as he stumbled into his room was strip out of his dirt and mud covered clothes, immediately tossing them to the side to add to the pile he usually kept on the room's other bed. It wasn't as if anyone else was using it after all, he hadn't had a roommate in a while since the last one impressed a green. Only there was a sudden flailing and jump of someone in the bed and Siro nearly jumped out of his skin as he cursed, whirling around to stare at the stranger who was in his room. "What the fuck?! What are you doing in my room?"
Fancy, curious as to what all the fuss was about, flew down from his perch to boldly land on the bed next to the stranger as he studied him. He gave an inquisitive chirp as he circled around, bold and curious, but not above popping away if the stranger tried to grab him. Siro sighed as he watched the lizard and gestured to it. "That's Fancy. Don't let him beg, that's dad's fault..." his voice trailed off and his eyes narrowed as he remembered the curious exchange he had with his father earlier. "Son of a fuck, this is his fault isn't it?" At the slightly blank expression on the stranger's face Siro sighed. "S'far of Bronze Urudith... the Weyrleader? That guy."