Post by Johnorris on Aug 3, 2022 11:44:24 GMT -8
Time Reference: Quarantine Day 20
Early on in the quarantine, Johnorris volunteered to assist G'naro with the Weyrlings. He helped with the non-lesson stuff such as prepping for the lessons, and clean-up. Not that he had designs on the old Weyrling Master's position at all, he only wanted to help. Johnorris liked his position well and had no intention of changing.
Though the clean-up of the Barracks usually fell onto the shoulders of the Weyrlings themselves, other Weyrfolk, and even Candidates assigned to "clean up", there wasn't anything to do at the moment and the groundcrew leader needed to fill his mind with something other than thoughts of a certain greenrider. This was not exactly a chore that Johnorris should be in charge of or even participating in, but with Fiducia gone and so few Candidates, and Weyrlings, the rest of the Weyr leadership in crisis, and all kinds of other things happening, Johnorris volunteered to prep the junior Weyrlings' barracks. He had managed to wrestle up a few volunteers, so that was something. Though at the moment none of them had arrived, leaving Johnorris alone in the junior Weyrling barracks.
Currently, inside one of the many stall-type rooms that would serve as a dragonet's first nest, the big man clutched a broom. In his hands, it appeared to be rather short though it was a regular size broom. He was in the middle of sweeping the floor. The furniture in this room was piled up to one side, carefully stacked so nothing damaged anything else. As he stared at the floor, eyes moving in time with the dirt and other paltry debris and the back-and-forth of the bristles, there was something in his features, something drawn and absent in his gaze.
A small green fire-lizard rested on his shoulder, her tail looped lazily about his neck. She appeared to be asleep. Anyone that knew her, knew better.
Early on in the quarantine, Johnorris volunteered to assist G'naro with the Weyrlings. He helped with the non-lesson stuff such as prepping for the lessons, and clean-up. Not that he had designs on the old Weyrling Master's position at all, he only wanted to help. Johnorris liked his position well and had no intention of changing.
Though the clean-up of the Barracks usually fell onto the shoulders of the Weyrlings themselves, other Weyrfolk, and even Candidates assigned to "clean up", there wasn't anything to do at the moment and the groundcrew leader needed to fill his mind with something other than thoughts of a certain greenrider. This was not exactly a chore that Johnorris should be in charge of or even participating in, but with Fiducia gone and so few Candidates, and Weyrlings, the rest of the Weyr leadership in crisis, and all kinds of other things happening, Johnorris volunteered to prep the junior Weyrlings' barracks. He had managed to wrestle up a few volunteers, so that was something. Though at the moment none of them had arrived, leaving Johnorris alone in the junior Weyrling barracks.
Currently, inside one of the many stall-type rooms that would serve as a dragonet's first nest, the big man clutched a broom. In his hands, it appeared to be rather short though it was a regular size broom. He was in the middle of sweeping the floor. The furniture in this room was piled up to one side, carefully stacked so nothing damaged anything else. As he stared at the floor, eyes moving in time with the dirt and other paltry debris and the back-and-forth of the bristles, there was something in his features, something drawn and absent in his gaze.
A small green fire-lizard rested on his shoulder, her tail looped lazily about his neck. She appeared to be asleep. Anyone that knew her, knew better.