28.Jun.13, 08:25 PM
It was a well-known fact that Briyden was a bit of a baby when it came to labor. Her fragile physique and slight weight spoke to the fact that she was rarely coerced into completing any task of particularly physical nature, if any task at all. Despite having been a member of Katila Weyr for several turns now, she still was quite vocal with her distaste for chores, and while she couldn't get out of them entirely, she frequently was awarded with less taxing chores for her somewhat obnoxious behavior. While Briyden just assumed herself to be somewhat clever and persuasive, surely the headwoman and her assistants were more inclined to assign her to lighter duties simply to get her out of their hair. She was rather frequently assigned to some form of laundry duty, hanging, folding, or placing fresh linens and sheets into the living quarters of the weyr. Today was similar, and she found herself assigned to distributing the fresh furs to the weyrfolk hall.
Her stack was small and hardly heavy. She very carefully avoided carrying heavy things as that was both boring and tiring. She could see easily over her stack, even despite her rather slight height, her basket likely containing no more than nine or ten lightweight, folded pelts. As she made her way into the Weyrfolk Quarters, she was inclined towards a door that was left ajar, gently pushing through it with her basket. As she made her way inside, she seemed to be looking just about everywhere but in front of her, peering up and around at her surroundings for several moments before finally tilting her chin down and looking ahead of her. When she finally came to attention, her eyes had settled on the figure of a young girl. Immediately she brightened up. Oh yes, this girl must be here to help her.
"Hello there, how are you?" Her tone was cheery as she sped up her step to catch up to the girl, eyes roving briefly to where she was patting out the beds. Curious. Briyden hadn't ever considered fluffing the furs, considering that she never really did much of anything that she wasn't explicitly instructed to do, unless it had to do with what she did in her leisure time.
"What is your name then? I don't recognize you." There was a touch too long of a pause as she examined the girl before she added her own little introduction as an afterthought. "I'm Briyden." She glanced at the bed that Casa had been fussing with moments before, cocking her head to the side as she slowly lowered her basket to the ground.
"What are you doing? You should just put the furs on the bed, silly thing." Far from condescending, her tone was quiet and airy, bright however, as if she felt she were dispensing some useful bit of knowledge to the girl. Her eyes flicked back to Casa and she paused for a moment before smiling softly.
Her stack was small and hardly heavy. She very carefully avoided carrying heavy things as that was both boring and tiring. She could see easily over her stack, even despite her rather slight height, her basket likely containing no more than nine or ten lightweight, folded pelts. As she made her way into the Weyrfolk Quarters, she was inclined towards a door that was left ajar, gently pushing through it with her basket. As she made her way inside, she seemed to be looking just about everywhere but in front of her, peering up and around at her surroundings for several moments before finally tilting her chin down and looking ahead of her. When she finally came to attention, her eyes had settled on the figure of a young girl. Immediately she brightened up. Oh yes, this girl must be here to help her.
"Hello there, how are you?" Her tone was cheery as she sped up her step to catch up to the girl, eyes roving briefly to where she was patting out the beds. Curious. Briyden hadn't ever considered fluffing the furs, considering that she never really did much of anything that she wasn't explicitly instructed to do, unless it had to do with what she did in her leisure time.
"What is your name then? I don't recognize you." There was a touch too long of a pause as she examined the girl before she added her own little introduction as an afterthought. "I'm Briyden." She glanced at the bed that Casa had been fussing with moments before, cocking her head to the side as she slowly lowered her basket to the ground.
"What are you doing? You should just put the furs on the bed, silly thing." Far from condescending, her tone was quiet and airy, bright however, as if she felt she were dispensing some useful bit of knowledge to the girl. Her eyes flicked back to Casa and she paused for a moment before smiling softly.