10.Oct.22, 03:25 AM
Orgailian was currently enjoying a needed day off from helping in Igen Weyr. He was put on sweeping and shovelling debris duty the day before and his arms still ached from it all. When he had whined to a healer he was friends with, the bastard had laughed and said it would help get some of his lost muscle mass back on him. At least he didn't tell him to eat more this time so the urge to punch a man was contained.
He had managed to sleep in as much as an energetic brother would let him before spending the rest of the morning and through lunch out on the plateau writing and catching a nap in the sun. The goal would have been to stay out there until dinner but his hunger had actually started to get to him and Orgailian packed up everything to grab some fruit from the kitchen workers. Instead, he was given a bowl of leftover stew because his timing either sucked or was perfect and got the old woman that seemed to think she was everyone's grandma--or great-grandma with how old she looked--and insisted on helping to get some meat on his bones. When it came to her, Orgailian didn't even roll his eyes, just thanked her and quietly ate the stew.
He was still smiling even as he internally grumbled about how she wouldn't even let him leave without smuggling some of that night's desserts into his bag when he saw several of the latest weyrlings frolicking outside. The smile stayed in place as he watched a couple wrestle but it was the green pair that truly caught his eye. He hadn't had a chance to visit with his sort of friend since the Hatching and now seemed to be a good time for it--although the way Or'fus was looking around had him worried. But if something was wrong, he only had to shout for one of their keepers. Maybe it was just boredom and looking for someone to chat with? Orgailian supposed he could supply that since he was curious and he had only planned on returning to the plateau.
"Hey, man," he called out in greeting when close enough. "How's the weyrling life? Your little darling looks like she's doing better as well." He had been worried for her at the Hatching and hoped she had recovered without issue and now that he could see her again, it seemed all was well.
He had managed to sleep in as much as an energetic brother would let him before spending the rest of the morning and through lunch out on the plateau writing and catching a nap in the sun. The goal would have been to stay out there until dinner but his hunger had actually started to get to him and Orgailian packed up everything to grab some fruit from the kitchen workers. Instead, he was given a bowl of leftover stew because his timing either sucked or was perfect and got the old woman that seemed to think she was everyone's grandma--or great-grandma with how old she looked--and insisted on helping to get some meat on his bones. When it came to her, Orgailian didn't even roll his eyes, just thanked her and quietly ate the stew.
He was still smiling even as he internally grumbled about how she wouldn't even let him leave without smuggling some of that night's desserts into his bag when he saw several of the latest weyrlings frolicking outside. The smile stayed in place as he watched a couple wrestle but it was the green pair that truly caught his eye. He hadn't had a chance to visit with his sort of friend since the Hatching and now seemed to be a good time for it--although the way Or'fus was looking around had him worried. But if something was wrong, he only had to shout for one of their keepers. Maybe it was just boredom and looking for someone to chat with? Orgailian supposed he could supply that since he was curious and he had only planned on returning to the plateau.
"Hey, man," he called out in greeting when close enough. "How's the weyrling life? Your little darling looks like she's doing better as well." He had been worried for her at the Hatching and hoped she had recovered without issue and now that he could see her again, it seemed all was well.