Post by Hiko on Jul 31, 2012 13:37:59 GMT -5
“Laurica, fetch the sealant! We've got another cracked pot over here!”
The brunette scowled at the call, displeasure fully framed on her face. Was that the third or fourth cooking pot this month? When were they going to receive better supplies? Oh, the riders were well off enough, with that new gold to preen over – but the staff? How many more times would they be able to patch what was broken before losing all integrity to their wares? As it was, they had to be careful with at least one of the boiling pots; the last time it overheated, the sealant dissolved and the cracks in the metal gave way to a flood of fish along the kitchen floor. They'd lost a good amount of time, effort, and foodstuffs in the event, but did the dragonriders ever hear about it? Of course not. It'd damage the good morale of the Weyr to find out any of what the kitchen staff dealt with daily.
With a resigned sigh, Laurica took the pot aside and began caking on the sealant. The mixture was crude (and more clay than anything else), but it worked well enough. Things would be better once they had an official face for Weyrwoman, she was told. Oria had been a good Weyrwoman, working at all aspects to insure the survival of their home. Karredy hadn't had much time in the position, but generally the Weyr felt that with proper training and support, she would have held up to Oria's shadow.
But this new gold rider? Laurica disliked the notion that Ista sent off their unwanted to Mavros. Even if they were full-up on golds, why send her here? The staff assistant had heard enough from the caverns to know the girl didn't want to be here any more than some of the folk wanted her – but beggars couldn't be choosers, and with Karredy gone, this new girl was the best chance they had. Laurica herself feared the worst though. While not a native to the formation of Mavros herself, the woman knew the track record of transferred riders. Some things weren't meant to be, she thought to herself.
But she supposed until this new gold proved unfit, all that mattered was patchwork.
The brunette scowled at the call, displeasure fully framed on her face. Was that the third or fourth cooking pot this month? When were they going to receive better supplies? Oh, the riders were well off enough, with that new gold to preen over – but the staff? How many more times would they be able to patch what was broken before losing all integrity to their wares? As it was, they had to be careful with at least one of the boiling pots; the last time it overheated, the sealant dissolved and the cracks in the metal gave way to a flood of fish along the kitchen floor. They'd lost a good amount of time, effort, and foodstuffs in the event, but did the dragonriders ever hear about it? Of course not. It'd damage the good morale of the Weyr to find out any of what the kitchen staff dealt with daily.
With a resigned sigh, Laurica took the pot aside and began caking on the sealant. The mixture was crude (and more clay than anything else), but it worked well enough. Things would be better once they had an official face for Weyrwoman, she was told. Oria had been a good Weyrwoman, working at all aspects to insure the survival of their home. Karredy hadn't had much time in the position, but generally the Weyr felt that with proper training and support, she would have held up to Oria's shadow.
But this new gold rider? Laurica disliked the notion that Ista sent off their unwanted to Mavros. Even if they were full-up on golds, why send her here? The staff assistant had heard enough from the caverns to know the girl didn't want to be here any more than some of the folk wanted her – but beggars couldn't be choosers, and with Karredy gone, this new girl was the best chance they had. Laurica herself feared the worst though. While not a native to the formation of Mavros herself, the woman knew the track record of transferred riders. Some things weren't meant to be, she thought to herself.
But she supposed until this new gold proved unfit, all that mattered was patchwork.