Collecting a Debt ((Rayne))

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K'ton looked ruffled his dark curls s he blinked at himself in a dusty mirror, his seagreen eyes that verged at blue blinking back at him in his reflection. He had for the first time in a while had a good time sober and he was going to visit the person responsbile for that. He was wearing leather riding pants, but with a slightly nicer button-down shirt with the cuffs rolled up to compliement it.

He walked up to the Weyrling weyr he knew to be the right one. It was the biggest one of course, as it housed the biggest Weyrling. Well, Safiya owed him a walk anyways, from the feast. He was just coming to collect his debt.

He rapped twice on the door. "m'la-er...Safiya. Its K'ton...you in there?" He said, makign sure not to call her m'lady cause he kenw she wouldn't like that. He called in, "I was wondering if you might be interested in taking up the raincheck on that walk?"

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"Almost there..." The 17 month old weyrling carefully placed the last charcoal stick atop the pyramid she had built. Had she brought in sticks this would have been a much cleaner job, but charcoal was more accessable than the sticks where she would have to scour the entire Bowl for them. The rest of the weyrlings were out doing their chores, but Safiya had finished early for once. You don't have time to play with charcoal. The goldie grinned and shook her head, causing a slight breeze to almost knock over her design. Actually, I do. Today the Headwoman said after I finished my weyrling chores, I get a break. She's proud of how far I've gotten. The gold snorted, doubting that the Headwoman would give anyone a day off. It was not the duty of a Jr. Weyrwoman to shirk her duties because she wanted a break. Safiya should be working like every other gold, and Ryceth also didn't want to be seen as a slacker.

Oh, hush now Mine. Tomorrow I'll work even harder than usual, how is that? This only further annoyed the gold, who was growing rather restless on the Perches. You are supposed to be working your hardest at everything anyway, so how can you work harder tomorrow? The weyrling cringed as she realized her mistake, but forgot about it momentarily as she admired her masterpiece. "All finished!" She clapped her hands together, showing a spray of the black dust all over her clothes and skin. "Just great...now I have to go wash up again." Onath's approaches. Ryceth hadn't really gotten to know the brown and knew him more from K'ton than from speaking with him. Even though she loved bronzers more than anything, certain browns have been able to pass into her level of expectations.

Not saying that Onath has, just that because of K'ton's relationship with Safiya as such close friends, Ryceth began to consider the brown as more than just an ordinary, everyday one. You're too harsh on them. Browns are so much nicer than those bronzeriders. They think they're better than everyone else. The gold huffed, taking that comment as an indirect hit. That's because we know where we stand. The weyrling laughed lightly and jumped mid-laugh at the knocking that interrupted her private moment. Even so little a knock and the charcoal sticks began to shake with their instability, and before she knew it, they crashed down on top of her so she was covered in a light black dusting. Shard it! She hurried to her feet and spun around to find a broom to sweep up the mess, but tripped over her skirt and came flying down on her piles of hides she had used to copy down the Clutch Charts. They scattered to the floor, covered with the black dust as well as out of order now.

If she wasn't known for being a clutz before, they should see her now. Normally this would cause Ryceth to be laughing her head off, but in her foul mood, this only tipped the scales to an even greater degree. Mine! Are you alright? "Mhm...just a bit dirty and--no! All my hard work!" She stared down at what she had done in terror, and then immediately began trying to clean it up. It was as if she was cursed, and everytime she tried to clean everything, she fell or knocked something over and the mess grew to such an enormous extent that she collapsed to the ground in exhaustion. Now we've got to clean it before the Weyrlingmaster arrives! Hurry, hurry! Safiya pouted at the mess and fell onto her back. "There's no way I can get this done in time for the next meal."

After a few moments, the weyrling realized that K'ton had been waiting for awhile now and was probably wondering what all that racket had been from. "Oh, K'ton! I'm so sorry, I--whoa!" She tripped and fell on the door, turing the handle and then falling onto her butt when she couldn't stop. Shards, he must really think I'm an embarrassing wherry now. Wincing, she realized that sometime during the commotion she had given herself a large scratch down the side of her thigh. It trailed in a thin, but painful and bleeding, line from mid-thigh to her kneecap. Ow...it hurts... Trying to smile, she looked up at K'ton and hid the cut underneath her skirt. "Sorry about the mess and making you wait so long. If you'd just wait a moment I'll wash up a bit and go on that walk."

You are not leaving the room like this! Safiya scanned the room and assessed the damage. Yes, I am going to breathe and get rid of the fit of clumsiness so that when I come back I can clean it all up in an orderly manner. Besides, I need to wash up and take care of this scrape before it scars. Before either K'ton or Ryceth could argue, Safiya hopped over all of the mess and changed clothes, washed her skin and face and even her hair so there was no sign of the black dust. Everything was clean except for that wound. Now where was the numbweed...shells and shards! There was none left! Either that or someone stole it as a mean trick. No one would do that though, no one that she could think of anyway. Well, she would take care of it after the walk.

K'ton had waited long enough. Safiya had to hop back over to him, not only because of the emss but it hid the small limp in her right leg. Shards, it hurt so much, but she promised to go on a walk with him. "All set!"

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K'ton frowned, she was in their but what...he heard various crashing soudns from inside and was about to open the door when she poked her head out. He raised an eybrow and waited for her. He peeked over her shoudler into the room. Well that was a bit of a mess. Oh well, his weyr sometimes looked similar. He waited patiently now for her to appear again.

He surveyed the Weyrling. Well maybe she was a little clumsy, but he didn't much mind. "Are you sure you don't need some help cleaning up?" He asked as she washed up. When she came back to hip he put a finger to her cheek, wiping off a small grey smudge. "There you go, i think your all cleaned up now." he said a little teasingly, but all friendly and affectionatly.

"Well then," He held out his arm to her motioning her down the hall. He looked down though and saw a little bit of blood poking down her leg. He noticed a small limp and her hopping too. "Hey Safiya...are you ok?" He asked, not wanting to make a big deal out of it if she didn't want it to, although he was a little worried. He wondered if she had hurt herself in all that banging about he had heard. Well, she should have some numbweed for it.

"C'mon, it looks like it hurts a bit...we can go back to my weyr and do somethign about it if you'd like and it doesn't have to mess up our whole walk...but if you keep going on it it could get worse." He realized he sounded a bit like an old auntie, but what he said was true.