Chores: Butchering

[fallinrayne216]

J'zyn walked up to the butchering area, his nose wrinkling slightly at the overbearing smell. He waved a delicate looking hand in front of his face for a moment, to stir a breeze, but it didn't help. A small chirp on his shoulder encouraged him, and he grinned, continuing up to where the candidates were. He saw at once how many of them were turning green, and he gave them a sympathetic smile.

"Hey guys, got a few extra tidbits I can have?" He proferred a lined bag, and came forward to the table, scanning it for Jade's favorite pieces.

He looked the part of hold dandy. A nicely woven tunic, in dark green, tightly woven dark breeches that outlined his slender, muscular legs, and dark hair that practically hung in ringlets, tied back with a dark green thong. There wasn't a spot on his immaculate clothing, or the sharp-looking small blade that hung on his belt. That he brought up, and sliced off some choice bits of tripe, sliding them into the sack. He seemed perfectly comfortable with the sight of the innards piled up in buckets, and chunks of meat laying out in cuts.

"How are you enjoying your first butchering chores?" He asked the newcomers to the Weyr, the newest Candidates he didn't know any of them yet.

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Looking up at the new voice, Shereae's eyes widened. He was a hunk! Being the best one familarized with what was there, she leapt to her feet and reached for the bits bucket.

"There could be something in here for your flit," she said, smiling widely. She held the bucket out for the man to inspect.

Turning to Orfinion, she watched him cut up the last part of the quarter her'd been on. "Good job. You learn fast!"

She turned to look at the resto f the candidates that had come over. She had already met Kistanal, and she wasn't sure if she liked the girl yet. As of the moment, Kistanal looked as though she was attempting to hold back vomit. Shereae grimaced. The work wasn't that bad, was it?

She spotted the first girl to come over, Rylene, and stuck out her hand. "My name is Shereae. Have we met?" she asked, grinning.

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Orfinion wiped his bloody hands on his old, worn pants and looked up to greet the newcomers. "Thanks Shearae. Well...your a really good teacher." It was true, he proably would have A, sliced of his hand or B, retched his guts out without her.

He held an only slightly grubby hand out to the new girl, "I'm Orfinion. Nice to meet you." He grinned, with his winning smile, "What a nice chore we have here, isn't it."

He looked farther still and npticed a sick looking girl, he recognized her as the new candidate at the barracks. He felt bad for her, as he had retched his meal up at first. "All done." he smiled as he brushed the last chunks of meet into the bucket. "What next Shearae?"

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Kistanal swallowed deeply one last time, then held up her head bravely and went to a girl she thought was named Shaerae, or Sheree, or something of the sort. She couldn't quite remember, but she saw how well the candidate was handling the butchering and decided asking couldn't hurt. Weakly smiling as she approached, Kistanal held out a shaking hand.

"I'm Kistanal. I think we've met before, but... Shearae, right? Do you think you could show me how to butcher? I'm a little confused. I know your busy, so I could just watch."

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J'zyn's eyes crinkled when the girl jumped up and offered him a bucket teamming with juicy offal, bloody and stinking, with the juices of half a dozen herdbeasts flowing around the bottom. The stench was awful, and even his experienced hunter nose wrinkled slightly. Jade, however, was in heaven. Scolding him resoundly, she hopped to the edge of the bucket, and stuck her elegant little green nose in. She picked up a short string of intestine, and arched her neck, gulping it down.

J'zyn shook his head, chuckling. "Please excuse her, she's small, but she's a little tunnel smake when it comes to her, er, uhm, delicacies. Thank you, miss." He smiled at her, even as he attempted to regain the little piglet wrapped in soft green hide. He put his hand carefully around her bolting body, gingerly avoiding the dangling string of guts that protruded from her jaws. She growled slightly, like a feline almost, and grabbed another piece, even as J'zyn's hands were lifting her off the bucket. The bronze weyrling sighed, and held her out at arms length until she had finished gulping her tidbit. She turned a cute but bloody muzzle to him at chirruped so appealingly at him, he laughed.

He tossed her, squeaking, into the air, where she hovered, peering at her human. "Go, messy one, I'll llbring more for later." He laughingly told/scolded her. "Clean up, Jade." He sent her a picture of water and her batheing, or as close as he could get, anyway. She seemed to get the message, for she chirruped brightly at him, and disappeared between.

J'zyn turned to the girl, and introduced himself. "I am J'zyn, and that little green whirlwind, was Jade." He smiled at her, and just as he was about to shake her hand, a green blur came between them, and plopped into the bucket, emerging a second later trailing a long, snaking piece of offal, and went between. J'zyn had stepped back when she'd appeared, looking slightly startled, and watched in disbelief as she swiped another bit. "Jade!" he said, loud enough to raise a few heads from their tasks to see the commotion, just as she disappeared. The plop had slopped some of the stinking mass out of the bucket, and he turned to see if any had gotten on the Candidate.

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Turning back to J'zyn, she smiled, and stuck out her hand. "My name is Shereae," she said, somewhat directing the sound to Kistanal. She side stepped as the green flit- Jade- dropped a bit of intestine. The meant hit the ground with an almost sickening thud, as a bit of fluid oozed out. She grinned.

"Heh, I'm okay," she said, seeing the worried look on the rider's face. "I'm kind of new here, and so I don't know everyone. Who is your dragon, if you don't mind my asking?"

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Seeing the, in her mind, gore, Kistanal turned a bright green and backed away, her hand being brought up to her mouth. It was to much for the poor, homesick girl. Turning on her heel, she hurridly went to sit down in a slightly soft area of dirt. placing her head between her knee's, she tried to get the image of intestine oozing stuff out of her mind. Swallowing gruffly, she shook her head at no one, her eyes darting around suspiciously. Standing up with a gagging sound emitting from her throat, Kistanal nodded to everyone in general before hurridly yet slowly rushing back to wherever she could sit without the smell of dead beast's washing over her.

This was not the best chore for her.

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J'zyn swept his arm across his chest, and gave the girl a half bow, with a smile. "A pleasure, then, Shereae. I ride Zamyth, he is bronze weyrling, and currently sleeping off a heavy dose of sunning on yonder rocks." He gestured up to the heights, where many dragons liked to take in the warm sun on the flattened rocks.


"Don't feel bad, though, I've been here just over a turn and don't begin to know everyone. Weyrlingmaster Kathrein keeps me and my cohorts in a constant state of business, as much as possible. Probably to 'prevent the mischief that o so surely would arise amongst such an such an unruly lot as you gits'." It sounded just like a direct quote from an exasperated adult.

Just then, Jade popped back in, clean and demure, as if she had never even thought to procure select goodies for herself at the cost of her dignity. J'zyn shook his head, laughing, light of mischief bright in his dark eyes. "Ah, Jade, you little twit." He said, in a loving tone that belied the insult, as he put his arm out for the flit to land. She did, and walked carefully up his arm, making sure not to snag the materiel. She'd been on the broom end of J'zyn's mother a time or two before she had learned that. She settled on his shoulder, just under his ear, looking like a tiny ornament adorning his tunic.

[dragonmenta]

Orfinion smiled his usual gentle smile, "Hi J'zyn. Hi Kistanel. Hi Rylene." A Bronze Weyrlign rider. Wow! Orfinion had ever really spoken to a Bronzer before. He wiped his sweaty and bloody hands on his trousers and leaned back aginats a tree. He was going to take a short break. He already btuchered 3 or 4 beats, and that was enough for him for now. "Aren't you lucky! You have a flit!" Orfinion desperatly wanted to talk about his little egg hardening in Shyla's workroom, but no one here was in on the secret so it would be best for him to keep his mout shut. The eggs should hatch in a day or two, and then he would have his own.

He noticed the new girl looking quite sick against the tree. He felt sorry for her, when he had first arrived at the Weyr he had felt helpless and homeseick for many days. It was his automatic insinct to somfort her. He sat down beside her and put a strong, slender hand on her back. "He yum...are you ok. Is there anything i can do to help?" His eyes shown with the innocent, sencere honesty that caused most women to find him aboslutely adorable.

[didster7]

Chani looked up as J'zyn spoke. She had never talked to him before but had seen him around the Weyr. When she noticed his flit she looked quickly toward where Frink was. Her brown flit had already gorged on the entrails and was now fast asleep nearby. She sighed with relief, knowing that Frink would have become possessive over all this mess.

"How are you enjoying your first butchering chores?"

She snorted with disgust at that question. Her apron and hands were covered with blood and the smell was truly nauseating. "I'm Chani", she said when he had given his name. "I would offer you my hand but they're a mess." she said, looking down at her hands.

Chani was grateful for the break. It seemed they had been butchering forever and there was still a little left to do. She was just glad that at least one of the Weyrling wings had learned how to hunt with their dragons.

She again looked over at Frink when Jade pulled her antics but he was still sleeping soundly. "I'm glad Frink is sleeping", she said pointing toward the sleeping firelizard. "He would probably have tried to defend all of this."

When J'zyn mimiced the Weyrling Master, she frowned and asked, "Is Weyrling Master Kathrein as hard on people as I've heard she is?"

[Ceyra]

J'zyn only smiled at Chani when she spoke about the sleeping brown. "So true, they can be possessive little chits, can't they?" He reached up and tenderly caressed Jade's tiny head. She pushed into his palm lovingly, and hrmmed so much she nearly vibrated.

"Weylingmaster Kathrein is many things, and soon you shall all find out. She can be tough, yes, but usually she has reason. Its a dangerous thing you choose to do, becoming dragonriders, and she pounds it into our heads every day nearly. I don't envy her job, there are several in my class that are complete wherryheads. It scares me to think my life may depend on one of them someday." He shuddered dramatically.

[perncowboy]

Haldon was listening as he efficiently butchered his bovine. It was a familiar chore, you couldn't raise the beasts without learning how to turn the ones who had broken their fool legs or necks into food for people and the working Canines. This was a much better chore for him then scrubbing the barracks! He'd had to be shown how to do that.

He was glad to see Orifinion go talk to the ill looking girl, the smell could be overwhelming if you let yourself think about it. He found the smell of latrines or babies needing changed to be much worse, but that was probably because he hadn't had to spend hours dealing with those stinks.


Haldon,
Candidate Philosopher

[shikura]

Kistanal felt like retching. She really, really did. She was thinking quite contentedly when she noticed that the young man talking to several candidates was a Rider. Of course he wasn't a candidate! About ready to smack herself on the forehead, Kistanal then noticed Orfinion. Trying to seem healthier then she was, the Candidate waved, before a slight breeze blew through. Gagging twice over, Kistanal waved miserably to Orfinion and then hurried to the Latrines. Luckily no one was there. She wouldn't be too embarassed.

[didster7]

Chani smiled knowingly at J'zyn. "My father is A'zon of brown Miroth and to tell the truth WM Kathrein doesn't sound much different than him, then" she said. She was relieved. She didn't usually mean to get into trouble, but trouble usually seemed to find her.

"I would think that every rider would take their position seriously. If I impress we will be the best riders Pern has ever known." she said. "Watch out Moreta." she added with a laugh. Her blue eyes sparkling. "Really I just hope I impress."

[Ceyra]

J'zyn smiled at Chani's enthusiasm. "You say that now...wait until you are being run ragged by an inquisitive, itchy, always hungry and usually dirty extra large child." His smile took most of the sting out of the sarcastic comment."All stomach and questions, they are."

His eyes strayed over Chani's shape. "You'd make a great greenrider." He said, and he waggled his eyesbrows rather comically.

[didster7]

Chani laughed at the thought of a huge babe from the nursery toddling toward her with dirty hands and a diaper to match squalling for more food. Her laughter wasn't the twittery giggling of some of the girls here. It was a hearty natural laugh that usually brought a like response. Stifling her laugh she did a quick look to make sure she wasn't in trouble again.

"You'd make a great greenrider."

"Thank you J'yzyn." she said. "I would be honored to be chosen by a green." she added, smiling at him. She liked J'zyn. She liked his sense of humor. "I think that you..." Chani's attention was drawn away by an irritated shriek from Frink. He woke to find another firelizard so close to his bonded. Flying to her shoulder he began hissing and snapping at Jade.

[nixnivisumbra]

Verity always seemed to be late for chores. She remembered to check the board but never knew when it was supposed to begin. "Hello, Shereae. I'm Verity, another candidate. What would you like me to do?"

Being around the animals that were being butchered wasn't that bad. Verity just wished that she had been on time, like everyone else. With the way I'm going, I am not going to Impress anything... she thought grudgingly to herself.

Looking around she recognized Orfinion and Kristanal, realizing that the girl was about to be sick from the stench.

[Lady Tiger]

Keelan surreptitiously slid into the room, nose wrinkling at the stench as he did so. Quickly smoothing his face, he regained his composure and proceeded to ignore the smell with all of his being. It wouldn't do to have an ugly grimace marr his face.

Late, again, but Shards how he hated chores! He mumbled a bit to himself while his dark eyes roamed the room. Most of the girls seemed to be enamored by the bronzer Weyrling at the moment, but he knew he could out-charm a bronzer any day.

He considered all the people thoughtfully, trying to figure out what they were doing and how to get out of most of it without upsetting whoever was in charge.