Laundry - are you serious? (open)

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Larissa was put on laundry today though she knew not why. Her mother just assigned her random places, wherever the Weyr needed an extra hand. Why? Because Larissa could help out practically anywhere in the Weyr. She was her mother's go to girl. Where Janirsa was trained to lead, Larissa had been given every job under the stars to make her mother happy. She did them efficiently and quickly, hence she was still doing whatever she was told.

Today didn't seem any different from any other until she heard an argument starting.

"What do you mean I have to stitch that up? Isn't that what weavers are for?" Laszreen had had about enough of this laundry work. She had no idea what she was supposed to do. sew a stitch? What in Faranth's name? This was simple work but she had no idea how to do it. Didn't these dimglows see? She had been trained to be a Lady and to defend herself against practically everyone. She hadn't had time for useless skills like sewing.

Laszreen was about to continue when a pretty blonde girl stepped forward. She calmly touched the laundress' shoulder and took the tunic from her. Along with the needle and thread. Then she walked over to Laszreen. "I'm sorry. She doesn't understand that some Candidates are not from the Weyr. I'm Larissa." The blonde held out her hand.

Oddly enough there was something genuine and kind about her. She was the sort of person a wild animal might befriend so long as she didn't try to catch it. Laszreen, being much like a wild animal herself at times was strangely calmed by the girl. "I didn't mean to raise my voice. Never sewn before in my life. I'm Laszreen." She took Larissa's hand and shook it.

Larissa looked at her again, so this was her brother's crush. Well well well... she was shorter than Larissa thought she would be but something about the girl's character made her seem much taller. Her brother did like the hard to please sort. Larissa gave the brunette a smile. "Now, I can show you how if you like. Its a good skill to have because then you don't have to pay a weaver for something thats a quick fix."

Laszreen could think of a whole host of things she would rather do than learn to sew up a shirt. However, seeing as the girl was being so, oddly kind, she was going to attempt at being nice in return. No gauruntees. The girl might be sweet but sometimes people were just trying so hard at being nice they came off as fake. Laszreen couldn't stand fakes. "Oh, ummm, alright."

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Being slightly slower than most, it took the small green rider a moment to remember why he was carrying an arm full of linen from the Weyrling Barracks to the Lower Cavern room where the laundry was done. Ah yes, because he had been asked to by the Weyrlings who had been given the chore. Even after he graduated, the younger classes seemed to learn that A’sos was easily suckered into helping.

Entering the room, he made his way toward the corner where mending was done as the blanket on the very top had a small rip in it. He would start with that, since it was first in the pile.

FLUMP!

A’sos had not seen the small nick in the stone floor and suddenly found himself on top of the pile he had been carrying.

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Larissa was in the middle of showing Laszreen how to sew when A'sos came in. She didn't know who he was but immediately felt horrible that he had fallen. The blonde stopped her demonstration and immediately went to the rider's aide. "Are you alright?" She wondered why a rider would be carrying the laundry and hoped no one would be introuble with her mother later for not getting some laundry.

Laszreen simply watched the scene unfold. She stiffled a laugh, what a dimglow... She watched as the sweet blonde girl went to help him. How could anyone take that? She was too nice for her own good. What if that rider was pretending to fall just to get attention from women? By the looks of him she rather doubted it though. He seemed to be caught unawares by the incident. The brunette made no move to get up, nor did she say anything, dark eyes simply staring.

Larissa's soft, smooth voice easily heard among the other voices around her soothed even the most uncomfortable. "That is an awful lot of laundry. Is it all yours?" She hoped not. No one should save up laundry that long. Her next question ought to have been who was supposed to have brought the laundry here for him.

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A’sos shook himself and looked up to find a rather pretty blonde woman asking if he was alright. Nodding, he swallowed and pushed himself to his feet. Rubbing the back of his neck, he frowned down at the laundry.

“Yes ma’am. I’m alright.” He said before kneeling down to begin scooping up the laundry again so he could at least move the pile out of the way. At her second question he looked up rather surprised. “Oh no, mine was done yesterday during our restday.”

Naturally, it did not occur to the green rider to offer an answer of exactly who’s laundry it was. Managing to get most of it, he moved to the wall and let it fall to the floor once more where it would be out of the way. Shuffling through it, he found the one that had needed mending and turned back to face the women.

“Would it be alright if I borrowed a needle?”

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Larissa looked at him strangely then. "Why would you be doing laundry? You are a rider. Thats drudge work." The blonde was somewhat shocked to even see a rider around here to begin with. Maybe he enjoyed laundry? She highly doubted that. Who in their right mind thought laundry was enjoyable? No one down here would.

Laszreen watched the interaction with mild interest. He was a rider doing luandry and that upset the social ladder of the Weyr. Well now wasn't that interesting. Since coming to Igen she had become aware of the anti rank sentiments among the drudges and some of the lesser ranked riders. Maybe this rider was one of those anti-rank persons. She'd have to keep that in the back of her mind as Larissa was coming over for a needle and thread.

The blonde picked up what she needed and handed it to the rider. "You are welcome to join Laszreen and I." She went back to sit down and patted the free space next to Laszreen who sent the other woman a look of pure disdain. Some people might want to sit next to a man who did his own laundry but Laszreen wasn't one of them.

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A’sos blinked at Larissa as she spoke to him with a surprised tone of voice. It seemed obvious that he was doing laundry because it needed to be done and the chore had been given to him, but then again he could be wrong, he was wrong often it seemed. Deciding it was best to tell the truth and hope he had not gotten himself in trouble, he admitted in a bit quieter of a voice;

“I was told it needed to be done and that I was the only one available.” Taking the seat offered next to the two women, the green rider remained oblivious to the looks Laszreen gave. “It is the linens from the Weyrling Barracks.” he offered in hopes that would help explain why he needed to be doing the laundry.

Lifting the needle, he wet the thread with his lips and closed one eye as he carefully threaded the needle. His small hands were not awkward with the task, but it still took careful concentration on his part to be able to get right what women seemed to do so naturally.

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Laszreen noted that theh girl was still being nice eventhough the rider spoke as if it were natural for him to be doing laundry. As for herself she thought the young man must be a touch daft. Not many men would do laundry and especially not riders and never when so many women were available to do it for them. It only confirmed her suspiscions that he was a lower ranked rider.

That combined with the fact that he didn't seem to find either girl attractive, led Laszreen to believe he was attracted to men and therefore rode blue or green. He also sounded like a pushover. No wonder he was given the chore, he'd do whatever someone told him to do. Much like this Larissa. Faranth she was glad she wasn't like them.

Larissa smiled eventhough she still thought it strange. "Oh, well, I suppose if its a chore..." She didn't recall them generally assigning laundry as a chore for the Weyrlings but she had never been one so she wouldn't know. It was better she didn't think about the Weyrling classes right now, seeing as her best friend was one and hadn't said more than five words to her since he impressed. Talk about leaving ones friends behind.

She sighed and gave Laszreen another needle and thread, hoping the girl would catch on. If she had to be patient why couldn't it be with kids instead of young women and men who gave her looks like she was a dimglow. At least she had Cymmi, though the brown flit was not doing anything to gain any notice.