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19.Jun.12, 10:26 AM
Clothes repairs. Yeah, right.
It had been easy to convince one of the girls who had been assigned fishing as their chore to swap. In fact there had been a little bit of a fight between Fayleri and Visltine over who would get to exchange their duty with Volfetti. Eventually Fayleri had won out, with her weavercrafting experience being pulled over Visltine's beastcrafting. Of course, during the trip Volfetti let the weyrling tend to her Green and worked the nets and lines for her instead. While she wasn't entirely sure her stance on dragons anymore, she still supported the weyrlings. After all, from this class they were almost all entirely stolen Northerners.
The haul they had managed to bring in was enormous and she was certainly glad for the aid of the dragons to transport it back. Getting it into the kitchens was another matter however.
A large sack was slung over her shoulder, larger than one would expect such a willowy figure to be able to hold. Volfetti adjusted the sack slightly as she used it to push a latchless door open. Wrinkling her nose a bit she walked into the kitchens depositing the sack beside one of the preparation areas for seafood. She whistled sharply to get the attention of a man through the din of the kitchens, gesturing to the sack that was almost overflowing with shellfish. When he came to take care of it she quickly strode out, only to return within minutes with another sack.
This time when she entered an odd movement caught her eye. The source of the movement was a cinnamon roll that had gone flying through the air to land in B'jin's hands. She paused for a moment, was he just relaxing for a moment? No, it didn't seem so. There was no signs of work around him, even Valerian was just staring at the vegetables. Glaring, she strode over to the pair of harpers and swung her bag to the ground, 'accidentally' knocking B'jin's legs sharply.
"Useless sod, you don't deserve that food!" She barked at the rider. Valerian earned barely a glance, he at least appeared to be about to start something useful.
Now Volfetti had two fairly standout weaknesses: cooking and sewing. Things burnt or curdled if she so much as looked at them and seams split with the faintest breeze of wind. But she at least found a better way to use her time, by trading choers and bringing in the food that she would eagerly stay out of the process of cooking. She didn't sit relaxing, taking up precious space and time and stealing food from passing trays!
[sub]Ranting in character is hard.[/sub]
It had been easy to convince one of the girls who had been assigned fishing as their chore to swap. In fact there had been a little bit of a fight between Fayleri and Visltine over who would get to exchange their duty with Volfetti. Eventually Fayleri had won out, with her weavercrafting experience being pulled over Visltine's beastcrafting. Of course, during the trip Volfetti let the weyrling tend to her Green and worked the nets and lines for her instead. While she wasn't entirely sure her stance on dragons anymore, she still supported the weyrlings. After all, from this class they were almost all entirely stolen Northerners.
The haul they had managed to bring in was enormous and she was certainly glad for the aid of the dragons to transport it back. Getting it into the kitchens was another matter however.
A large sack was slung over her shoulder, larger than one would expect such a willowy figure to be able to hold. Volfetti adjusted the sack slightly as she used it to push a latchless door open. Wrinkling her nose a bit she walked into the kitchens depositing the sack beside one of the preparation areas for seafood. She whistled sharply to get the attention of a man through the din of the kitchens, gesturing to the sack that was almost overflowing with shellfish. When he came to take care of it she quickly strode out, only to return within minutes with another sack.
This time when she entered an odd movement caught her eye. The source of the movement was a cinnamon roll that had gone flying through the air to land in B'jin's hands. She paused for a moment, was he just relaxing for a moment? No, it didn't seem so. There was no signs of work around him, even Valerian was just staring at the vegetables. Glaring, she strode over to the pair of harpers and swung her bag to the ground, 'accidentally' knocking B'jin's legs sharply.
"Useless sod, you don't deserve that food!" She barked at the rider. Valerian earned barely a glance, he at least appeared to be about to start something useful.
Now Volfetti had two fairly standout weaknesses: cooking and sewing. Things burnt or curdled if she so much as looked at them and seams split with the faintest breeze of wind. But she at least found a better way to use her time, by trading choers and bringing in the food that she would eagerly stay out of the process of cooking. She didn't sit relaxing, taking up precious space and time and stealing food from passing trays!
[sub]Ranting in character is hard.[/sub]
