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25.Mar.24, 01:00 PM
When Zelly opened the door, he lit up, thinking he'd get to hang out with her. Instead, she said he was welcome to hang out, but she had appointments to keep, and booped him on his nose with a finger before fleeing down the hall. So, he had been back to the original plan of just lazing out in the quiet weyr where he could write if the mood struck--which it hadn't that much lately. Was his life really that dull now that nothing inspired him? Had S'far broken him with manual labour and all his creativity had seeped free into the ground he had become intimate with in his solo journeys?
Maybe it hadn't entirely left him with that imagery.
He toyed with that idea a bit, jotting down some lines and themes, but quickly grew bored and ended up sprawled on A'tay's couch, the journal on his chest acting as a drum for his fingers. He probably should have gone out to say hi to his brother since he could hear him working on something out on the ledge, but Orgailian didn't want to fully intrude on his space. A'tay's business hours were currently over as they moved into the hotter portion of the day where most of the Weyr went into light duties or rest and their dear Weyrsecond deserved his alone time as well.
But with that greeting, Orgailian was starting to change his mind and readied a quick jab in return when he was cut off. When did A'tay become so rude and demanding? Which one of them was the bad influence? It was probably him or maybe just the demands of the job made A'tay grow more of a spine. Orgailian would have been, if the brat didn't start listing off chores and assuming he would help. "Oh, come on, Tay. You can't be serious," he quickly sat up, setting his journal on the table as he swivelled to glare at his brother. He was greeted with a look that said very much how serious the brat was. That was definitely his Weyrsecond face and Orgailian didn't like it being aimed at him.
"Seriously, I'm still exhausted from the Telgar Torture Experiment. Deep within my very essence. Don't you want a happy and healthy brother? I should be resting and relaxing..." Orgailian trailed off when A'tay not only continued his less than impressed stare but also waved a hand at the broom and bucket. Cheeky little shit.
"Fine. Floors." He had had enough of buckets.
Maybe it hadn't entirely left him with that imagery.
He toyed with that idea a bit, jotting down some lines and themes, but quickly grew bored and ended up sprawled on A'tay's couch, the journal on his chest acting as a drum for his fingers. He probably should have gone out to say hi to his brother since he could hear him working on something out on the ledge, but Orgailian didn't want to fully intrude on his space. A'tay's business hours were currently over as they moved into the hotter portion of the day where most of the Weyr went into light duties or rest and their dear Weyrsecond deserved his alone time as well.
But with that greeting, Orgailian was starting to change his mind and readied a quick jab in return when he was cut off. When did A'tay become so rude and demanding? Which one of them was the bad influence? It was probably him or maybe just the demands of the job made A'tay grow more of a spine. Orgailian would have been, if the brat didn't start listing off chores and assuming he would help. "Oh, come on, Tay. You can't be serious," he quickly sat up, setting his journal on the table as he swivelled to glare at his brother. He was greeted with a look that said very much how serious the brat was. That was definitely his Weyrsecond face and Orgailian didn't like it being aimed at him.
"Seriously, I'm still exhausted from the Telgar Torture Experiment. Deep within my very essence. Don't you want a happy and healthy brother? I should be resting and relaxing..." Orgailian trailed off when A'tay not only continued his less than impressed stare but also waved a hand at the broom and bucket. Cheeky little shit.
"Fine. Floors." He had had enough of buckets.
