14.Mar.21, 01:57 AM
He was not cut out for hard labour, something Ulliendis quickly learned when he got to the Weyr. Perhaps the Harper life and all of that dusty travelling weren’t that bad after all. Too late now! But he had found a way to swindle the easier tasks. Other Candidates didn’t like being in the kitchens, finding it too hot and not that impressed with food delivery. Compared to laundry, the stables, and even churning butter, Ulliendis found delivering trays of food to lazy dragonriders rather delightful. It also helped him meet more people and he could flirt with the kitchen workers and get something to nibble on whenever he was waiting around.
He also didn’t mind how frequent his trips to the infirmary were since the Healers were often busy patching up some person or another—and now they had their dragon research to keep them glued to a desk. He had no interest in doing dragon healing himself (far too messy and too much dedication) but Ulliendis supported their efforts and liked to chat for a few minutes about what their latest discovery was.
But, as he entered one of the few private offices that branched out from the main infirmary, Ulliendis frowned at what he saw. That wasn’t one of the Healers he knew was either from Fort or currently staying to start their study of dragon healing. It was also odd that the man seemed to be struggling with the lock. The way he was barely given even a glance while being dismissed had Ulliendis convinced the man wasn’t supposed to be at that cupboard and he grinned as he set the tray on the desk.
Ulliendis crossed his arms lightly in front of his chest as he leaned a hip against the desk. “Half of your order is complete, but I’d rather stay and watch you with that cupboard. It seems far more interesting than anything happening in the kitchen. They’re all still talking about the new pregnancies in the Weyr and gossiping over who the daddies are or could be. I’ve heard all of that already and actually figured out one of the mysteries but I don’t want to spoil their fun.”
He also didn’t mind how frequent his trips to the infirmary were since the Healers were often busy patching up some person or another—and now they had their dragon research to keep them glued to a desk. He had no interest in doing dragon healing himself (far too messy and too much dedication) but Ulliendis supported their efforts and liked to chat for a few minutes about what their latest discovery was.
But, as he entered one of the few private offices that branched out from the main infirmary, Ulliendis frowned at what he saw. That wasn’t one of the Healers he knew was either from Fort or currently staying to start their study of dragon healing. It was also odd that the man seemed to be struggling with the lock. The way he was barely given even a glance while being dismissed had Ulliendis convinced the man wasn’t supposed to be at that cupboard and he grinned as he set the tray on the desk.
Ulliendis crossed his arms lightly in front of his chest as he leaned a hip against the desk. “Half of your order is complete, but I’d rather stay and watch you with that cupboard. It seems far more interesting than anything happening in the kitchen. They’re all still talking about the new pregnancies in the Weyr and gossiping over who the daddies are or could be. I’ve heard all of that already and actually figured out one of the mysteries but I don’t want to spoil their fun.”