03.Apr.13, 08:20 PM
To say that Peorray was not thrilled by this assignment would be something of an understatement. She'd never liked Candidate Isle, where she'd woken hurting (hangover), confused (hangover and drastic location shift) and angry (at the rider -hah!- who'd ultimately turned out to be responsible for all of the above). As soon as she'd made that promise not to escape, she'd moved on without looking back. The place likely hadn't improved with the recent neglect, either.
But she'd volunteered herself for the cleaning and restocking crew with the promise of a few whole, blissful days without chore duties afterward. She saw him here and there, but an extended, uninterrupted stretch of time with her son would be welcome. Not only was Soren growing so fast these days, but Peorray was still Standing for clutches, and could walk away with another young one demanding her attention at any one. Time now was precious.
At the moment, Peorray's precious time was being spent cleaning up where she was told to and shifting what needed moved to and fro. She'd sidled out of helping with the inventorying process itself, not wanting to rouse someone's irritation by taking too long with reading labels and figuring numbers. Some of the handwriting on them was horrible, anyway.
After a few other stops, the young woman poked her head in the open 'ground-level storage' door, followed by the rest of her as her eyes adjusted and took in Oahvakeen's presence. "Is there anything in here that needs to go yet?" Cleaning would have to wait until counting was done.
Though, Faranth knew, the room needed it. Peorray wrinkled her nose slightly as an odor tried to tease at her senses. Hopefully it wasn't the boy himself.
But she'd volunteered herself for the cleaning and restocking crew with the promise of a few whole, blissful days without chore duties afterward. She saw him here and there, but an extended, uninterrupted stretch of time with her son would be welcome. Not only was Soren growing so fast these days, but Peorray was still Standing for clutches, and could walk away with another young one demanding her attention at any one. Time now was precious.
At the moment, Peorray's precious time was being spent cleaning up where she was told to and shifting what needed moved to and fro. She'd sidled out of helping with the inventorying process itself, not wanting to rouse someone's irritation by taking too long with reading labels and figuring numbers. Some of the handwriting on them was horrible, anyway.
After a few other stops, the young woman poked her head in the open 'ground-level storage' door, followed by the rest of her as her eyes adjusted and took in Oahvakeen's presence. "Is there anything in here that needs to go yet?" Cleaning would have to wait until counting was done.
Though, Faranth knew, the room needed it. Peorray wrinkled her nose slightly as an odor tried to tease at her senses. Hopefully it wasn't the boy himself.