[PRP] Laundry Gossip (Shahera and Vash)

[faesinger]

Shahera was most decidedly not happy. She had been assigned to laundry duty, likely because she had been caught somewhere she probably wasn’t supposed to be doing something she definitely shouldn’t have been doing. They knew how much she hated doing the laundry here. It wasn’t laundry itself that bothered her, but the set up. She was just too short for most of the equipment so everything was even more of a pain than usual. And she always ended up soaking wet. Consequently she had her hair up in a bun and wearing the fastest drying clothing she had, a light weight top and loose pants.

Grumbling about the unfairness of the Candidatemaster and unsavory things about his parentage, scowling all the while, Shahera entered the laundry area. It was not empty, there was one other candidate there, so she tempered her grumbling that would surely get her in trouble again if they were overheard.

With a quick assessment she started towards the tubs that sat in the back. It was washing time it seemed. Which meant that she would be extra wet. Her scowl deepened some. She snagged a stool to stand on along the way and set it down a little more firmly than necessary beside the first tub. She just stood there and glared at the tub for a moment before sighing. She relaxed her whole body and let go of the tension she was holding in it. There was no changing the circumstances, and as her old Master had used to tell her “If you can’t change the situation you find yourself in, change your attitude.”

Shahera looked over at the other candidate, that she only knew by sight and not by name. She had seen the girl around but never really interacted with her before. “I’m Shahera. It looks as though we are going to be stuck here for a while.” She eyed the mountain of laundry. It never seemed to get smaller.

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[Kyrieko]

While it was not her most favorite of things to do, Vash had to admit that doing the laundry could be quite relaxing. True, it was a lot of work - especially at the weyr! - but it was such a rhythmic task that one could easily fall into the flow and lose track of time. And that seemed to be what she was starting to do, quietly sitting at a tub as she washed a pile of light colored shirts, carefully scrubbing at each one.

Lazily curled around her shoulders was her brown firelizard. Who gave her the first warning she wasn't alone by the simple fact he made the first noise since they'd started this chore. It was a curious sort of chirp directed at the other person that entered. Which turned to a small hiss when the stool was sat down a little firmly. Vash managed not to jump, pausing in her scrubbing to regard the other girl. A small smile formed as she caught the look that was directed at the tub beside her own.

"Hi Shahera." Vash said with a friendly smile and a little wave. "I'm Vash. And... I have to agree." She glanced at the mound of laundry in question. "Hopefully no one comes to deliver anything else. Otherwise, we might just have to dunk them in the tub of soapy water." She said in an effort to try and cheer the other candidate up. Laundry was not for everyone. Just like mopping wasn't.

"This is Fravashi." She added, lifting her shoulder slightly as the brown lizard blinked owlishly at the new person.

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