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Author Topic: Three Cheers to Sweet Isolation [17.03.2590//12:00 PM] Open!  (Read 1132 times)

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It was a few weeks into the weyr lockdown. Penderton had living in the minehall prior to it, but he'd always managed to jump from hall to weyr with some visiting dragonrider overseeing the construction. Now? Not so much. The dragonriders weren't visiting much anymore and that meant those within the hall were left to their own means. Now, at first, Penderton thought this was a dream come true. Construction had come to a complete stop and most of the mining veins were out of reach as a result of no dragons. He had more freetime now than he'd had since he was a child, before he had entered the minehall. It was all sunshine (or lack thereof) and daisies the first few days but very quickly he found himself unable to sort his room again, or do any of the other remedial tasks he routinely did when he had the time. Pen quickly realized he was a man of few hobbies outside of his craft, and even his firelizards were becoming hard to be around as they pined for jobs to do.

The man lounged presently in the makeshift mess hall. His little trio of greens were nestled around him like some makeshift body armor, laying over his left arm, his right shoulder, and coiled about his neck. A cup half full of klah and a half eaten plate were in front of him on the table he sat at. His female entourage all sported full bellies, while he himself picked slowly at the remaining fish. Penderton knew the weyr had more to offer than just fish, but seemingly that was all that could be spared to the minehall. The few workers here in the kitchens dabbled in baked goods, too, but more often than not it was just.. fish.

Mentally he was trying to map out his day. He'd let himself sleep in some before rolling out of bed in the current clothes he wore. Maybe he'd go take a long bath, scrub some of the residual grit from under his fingers, and then tend to Digger and the twins. And then maybe he'd hunt for a dragonrider or anyone that could get in touch with one, and demand some sort of update because this lockdown was beginning to feel more like a quarantine and he was going a bit stir crazy.

Penderton smacked his fists onto the table, startling Rabble off of his arm and Rubble away from his shoulder. Dig remained stubbornly wrapped around him, but the two younger girls began to chatter at him angrily. The firelizards were too intelligent to be kept like docile pets. "Go on then!" The man yelled, waving his arms at them, "Go into the jungle for all I care!"

Fearful and indignant chirps followed before two of the greens disappeared inbetween. Digger crooned at him, trying to assuage his foul mood. Penderton grumbled, but brought a hand up to scratch the firelizard's eyeridges. "I just want things back to normal, is that so much to ask?"

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Re: Three Cheers to Sweet Isolation [17.03.2590//12:00 PM] Open!
« Reply #1 on: June 15, 2016, 06:23:03 AM »
There were very few times in his life when Keron was in a genuinely good mood through no actions of his own. When the world simply aligned to give him a good day and he had the free time to enjoy it. Now Keron loved his job, but he also loved not doing his job. Usually he got in trouble for not doing his job, but at the moment there was very little use for a demolitions expert when they couldn’t open up any more tunnels so he was practically ORDERED not to do his job. Obviously he still had chores and he’d be rostered for the menial pickaxe mining at some time but there were a few miners and not quite enough space in the current tunnels they had. As such, he was to stay out from underfoot until a master could find him something useful to do. The exact phrase was ‘until you can learn something other than how to blow shit up and piss people off, stay out of my sight or I’ll shove this pick where the glows don’t shine!’

What a sweet, glorious, fantastic day.

He was going to enjoy it if it killed him.

There was only a small problem. His room was pretty much carved out. He’d done as much as he could with it very quickly to claim it as his own when the hall was opened, thinking that he wouldn’t have much time with so many renovations to be done. But now… he’d done it all really. Eventually he’d carve over… well… through what he’d already done he wouldn’t get bored of it for a long time. And he’d made enough figurines that his kids would probably drown in them. So what was he to do?

He wanted to carve, he wanted it to be somewhere he could stare at it too. He settled on the dining hall. If the Masters didn’t like it, he would enjoy pissing them off. If they did like it they would leave it and he’d just keep going. Either way, he got what he wanted.

There were a few tapestries hanging in the Hall, he’d start under one of them so that someone didn’t ruin his work before it was done. He didn’t know why they’d bothered to hang anything in there, probably they were just taking up storage room and someone wanted rid of them. They used to hang in the old Minehall, he knew that much. Maybe it was supposed to make them feel more like a real crafthall again? Not likely at the moment. What pride could a crafthall have in themselves if there was nothing they could do without the help of dragonmen? Honestly, he hoped the crafters picked a new way to go about their business and soon before the riders’ egos got any bigger.

But he wasn’t allowing himself to think about that now. He was going to enjoy his day carving in the Hall. He was going to carve a wher. If they made a real design for the dining room later they wouldn’t say no to a wher being there because they all knew the wher’s were made to work with Miners. Well, not originally made for it, but they had no better place in the whole of Pern than standing beside a Miner.

He’d let his secret desire for one reign free for a bit as he carved. A nice bronze he thought, not that he’d be able to use colour, but the wher he would eventually have. He knew he’d get one as a present when he finally became a journeyman, he was just tired of waiting for it.

The chittering of flitters disturbed him from his introspection. He knew his flitters were sleeping in his bed. Kina hadn’t quite forgiven him for the egg incident and the others were smartly staying out of their little squabbles, but they were getting better. She returned to her usual sleeping place on his pillow at least so there was progress. And if they were in bed, that means someone else was in the hall.

Keron mentally scolded himself for not thinking that obviously there would be people in the hall. Why wouldn’t there be people in the hall when they had nothing to do and couldn’t enjoy the sunlight without fear of being eaten. He didn’t slow however. Keron was nothing if not stubborn and he’d made his plans. He was going to damn well enjoy them.

Striding his way into the hall, he surveyed the scene, toolbox in hand. With a brief nod to the boy he was sure he’d seen but usually avoided, much like he did everyone, he moved to pull a bench towards the nearest tapestry to the exit. A grunted “morning” was about as much conversation as Keron usually liked. Hopefully his carving would allow him to be somewhat civilised if the boy tried to make conversation.

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Re: Three Cheers to Sweet Isolation [17.03.2590//12:00 PM] Open!
« Reply #2 on: July 06, 2016, 05:52:29 PM »
Now, Penderton wasn't a social fellow. He liked to daydream conversations in his head rather than have them. Real words came jumbled, spoken too quickly, and always mumbles that required an inquiring "What?" for clarification. It was easier to avoid people.

As the man entered the hall, Penderton gave him the usual brief once-over. He knew him to be another miner, close to his own age, and judging by the toolbox he was equally bored. Digger didn't hide her interest. She launched herself from Pen's shoulder and loop-de-looped until she reached Keron. The Green hooked herself onto the stone of the wall. She craned her head, tilting it to the left to peer down at the sculptor. She knew his tools and methods, she'd just never seen them employed in a living space such at the dining hall.

Penderton sighed, loudly, as he recognized Digger's expression. He ran a hand through his messy hair, tousling it further. Any plans for avoid conversation were gone now, he knew. Disgruntled, he picked up his cup and drained the last of the remaining klah. The bittersweet taste soothed him.

Cradling the empty mug, Pen walked the short steps over to where Keron had set up. He recognized a fellow hermit when he saw one, and so his expression was apologetic as he motioned to Digger with his free hand. "She'll want to watch you, if that's okay." The firelizard chirruped delightfully at both of them. "I'm Penderton, that's Digger. I'll be quiet, I promise." Of course, he could make no promises for the Green that now clawed her way closer to Keron.

He didn't settle near his fellow. Space was a luxury when you lived in tiny mountain halls, and he figured the both of them were already feeling suffocated enough with the sudden lockdown. Penderton chose a comfortable chair with a table between the two of them. He kicked his legs out onto another seat, and eased back with his hands behind his head.

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Re: Three Cheers to Sweet Isolation [17.03.2590//12:00 PM] Open!
« Reply #3 on: August 01, 2016, 01:35:03 AM »
Green flitters, the root of all evil and at least 50% of the world’s adorableness. Well, that’s what Keron thought as he saw the miniature cousin-of-dragons perch herself above him. Not that he would say it out loud. Firstly, because Kinabori would probably kill him in his sleep or at the very least leave something dead on his pillow, and secondly because he could not maintain his terrifying and manly persona while saying the word adorableness. He knew the flitters attentions towards him would mean he needed to talk, but at the very least Keron was consoled by the fact that the other man heading towards him seemed about as keen on the idea as he did.

The broad shouldered miner grunted his humour at the other man’s introduction. “Don’t think I’ve ever been able to stop a green doing what they wanted anyway,” he said as he thought of his own Sparrish, probably still asleep in a pair of his overalls. “It’s fine though, as long as she doesn’t jump me and make me slip later, I’ve been attacked by enough flitters this past seven day to last me a full turn. I’m Keron by the way,” he added at the end with a small grimace.

Given that Keron actually liked to avoid people, he considered it an achievement to be proud of when there was a Miner who didn’t know him, because they all lived and worked in the same place now. It was a little distasteful to knock one more person off the list of people he’d entirely avoided but he wasn’t totally lacking in manners. Most of the time.

He was secretly glad he had been polite… ish… as Penderton did the gracious thing and sat back to give him space. This was a guy who knew how it worked. For that Keron was impressed and a little grateful. It did give him a bit of an egging to make slightly more of an effort, which he tried to ignore as he laid out his tools and his cleaning rag. He even managed to ignore it as he set out the first few grooves in his carving. But after a short while he felt like more of an ass than he normally did and muttered a low “so what d’you do around here anyway?”

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Re: Three Cheers to Sweet Isolation [17.03.2590//12:00 PM] Open!
« Reply #4 on: December 15, 2016, 05:29:29 PM »
Digger was, to her credit, an incredibly keen listener. She may not have the ability to decipher complex sentences, but key words stuck out and tone of voice helped to give them context. Keron said "attacked", followed by "flitters", and her wise little self backtracked up the wall to her original perch before she'd come closer. She chirped a gentle note and flattened her wings firmly to her back, as if to say she was content to stay here and only here. The green prided her ability to be more reasonable than most of her verdant kin and she was determined to leave that impression on Keron as well.

Penderton was silent through the other man's remarks, and his introduction. He tilted his head forward in acknowledgement for the sake of giving a response, but it was almost in afterthought (and, potentially was missed altogether if Keron had already turned back to his tools and craft). This, too, had Pen's attention more than any words being spoken. He had never witnessed the chiseling technique, at least not while it was being done live in front of him. Always eager to learn a new skill, especially when it went hand and hand with what he already knew, he was intent to memorize the shape of each tool that Keron had brought with him.

This scrutiny was only interrupted when the other miner spoke again. Pen was almost disappointed, for truly conversation wasn't his intention here, but it wasn't unwelcome. He rolled his slight shoulders in a shrug (that again might be missed, silly Pen). "Not much lately. Not strong enough to be much use in the hard labor and it isn't safe for me to scout new mineral locations."

Digger preened herself a little, making a coy noise at Penderton as she did so. "Yeah, the greens have the real talent. That one can detect rockfall before it happens, the other two that left earlier can identify ore and gems. My father trained Dig and taught me how, I've been working with the twins, and any other 'lizard that I'm asked to." He did his best to speak clearly, but it'd come out a little hurried anyway. His face reddened a little and he'd drag his hands over his eyes as if rubbing sleep from them, with the true intention of burying the embarrassment into his palms.

"Gonna get more klah," he said after a minute. "Want any?"

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Re: Three Cheers to Sweet Isolation [17.03.2590//12:00 PM] Open!
« Reply #5 on: February 22, 2017, 07:28:04 PM »
Watching the flitter retreat from him curved a small smile at the corner of Keron’s mouth, although he wouldn’t admit it, he also felt a sting of regret that he’d lost his audience. Turning back to his carving as he listened to Penderton, Keron started off with little strips, he found it easier to do the shallows first before carving out the deep sections, if he got the sizing wrong with the deep sections, it was already too late.

Keron snorted at Pen’s first reasoning, at least the kid embraced his skinny stature, he would make a good cave scout, he’d be able to get through the tougher sections to see whether it was worth the rest of the miners digging out. Keron wouldn’t admit this either, but the thought of crawling into the deeper caverns through narrow cracks and holes alone made the bulkier Miner want to vomit. It was definitely saying something that a demolitions specialist, with the highest possibility of being crushed on any given work day, thought that scouting was the worst and most dangerous job.

But Penderton’s next comment had Keron whipping his head around in surprise, his face deeply furrowed in suspicion and a little jealousy. Pretty much everyone had trained flits in the craft halls, but usually they were messengers or collectors, or even early warning systems for gas leaks, but one who could identify veins was very impressive. Mainly because Miners knew what to look for but often could walk right past it if they were tired or in the dark.

Keron was still staring, annoyed, but intrigued as Pen rubbed his eyes and offered a refill, a grunt and nod was all the answer Keron could give as he thought about how he could possibly find a way to get this guy to train his flits. They were good enough, but it would nice for them to be more useful for his job. One that could sense rockfall or gas would be great for him, not Kina though. He’d have to train Takonic or Sparrish and he highly doubted the later would have the aptitude.

As he waited for Pen, his mind ticked over at how best to go about it… and to be honest, he came up totally blank. It would be a lot easier for Cole he would guess, it was a little annoying but he missed the asshole candidate almost as much as his children now that they were stuck here. Keron wondered briefly how he would ask Cole to do it and came up with…

“Could you train mine? They aren’t exactly useless but they could be more helpful. And, more importantly, what would it cost me?”

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Re: Three Cheers to Sweet Isolation [17.03.2590//12:00 PM] Open!
« Reply #6 on: March 06, 2017, 05:12:22 PM »
Getting the klah was more of an excuse so that he could take a moment to recover. Keron’s reaction had him a little worried and he wasn’t sure if he’d overshared or just hit a nerve with the man. Pen shook his head as he walked off, clutching his mug like an anchor, he tried to still his nerves and act a little more naturally. The weird shuffle-step he started off with moved into something smoother as he reached the serving table. His own cup was refilled and he picked up a fresh mug for Keron, grabbing a few sweeteners and cream, too, but not adding them so the other miner could fix it to his preference.

His return journey was less of a mess. He masked his apprehension well enough and his grip on the cups was less of a death-hold and had the ease of a practiced waiter. Penderton set Keron’s down and placed the fixings around it in a halo before he settled back to his original spot. Digger hadn’t moved from her perch and didn’t care to acknowledge her bonded’s return, still focussed on the other miner’s actions.

Certainly, Pen wasn’t expecting Keron’s request. His eyebrows lifted in surprise and a good natured grin was his immediate reaction. Firelizards were a common sight both in the weyr and the minehall, but he hadn’t seen any with Keron so he’d just assumed the man was without. Some old mantra played in his head, in his mother’s voice, chastising him for making assumptions because more often than not they held no truth.

Penderton tipped his head forward in a nod, following it up with an actual voiced response for once. “I can try, sure.” As for payment, he had to give that a little thought. Payment was sort of arbitrary these days, marks still weren’t much in use and needed services, like construction labor, got no reward at all aside from room and board and food.

“I won’t make you pay me, it’s something I enjoy doing, but if you wanted to give me a few tips on how to do all of that,” he motioned to Keron’s mural, “I’d appreciate it.” That seemed like a fair trade.

Penderton whistled to Digger and she was immediately at his side, perching on his shoulder. “What’ve you got? Greens are pretty good for it, usually the best I’d say. Small enough to get into the tight spots and usually don’t have the vanity of the golds and bronzes so they don’t mind a little dirt.” The man used his pinky finger to tickle his flit beneath her chin.

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Re: Three Cheers to Sweet Isolation [17.03.2590//12:00 PM] Open!
« Reply #7 on: April 22, 2017, 04:34:19 PM »
Keron narrowed his eyes a little as Pen said he wouldn’t make him pay but wouldn’t mind trading pointers, the bulky miner would much prefer a trade that was over and done with, but he wasn’t going to complain. Putting down his tools in their soft, worn, leather case, he moved to the bench so he could take the cup and add all the sweeteners Pen had brought over for him. With a grunt of thanks, he leant with both his elbows on the table and savoured the oversweetened klah for a bit before calling his flitters.

All three appearing high in the air of the room, the easiest place to appear without bumping in to someone, even if the hall was sparsely populated today. The Gold made her way straight to Keron’s shoulders with a slow dive, the other two spiraling their way down to the table. Using his thumb to point over his shoulder, where the Gold was curling around his neck, he said, “this is Kina, she’s the smartest but I reckon she’s already trained well enough for her work.”

Using his chin to gesture to the other two, Sparrish who was eyeing Pen with interest and Takonic who was eyeing Digger instead, Keron grunted before he continued the introductions. “The Green is Sparrish and the Blue is Takonic. Or Asshole, which is probably more appropriate. They’re both well behaved around others, but I’d watch the Blue around your Greens if you don’t want them clutching.”

“Sparrish is the best with pictures, but they’re all trained in the basic stuff, nothing special. And they’re all far too friendly to be bonded to me, so feel free,” he said as he vaguely gestured to the waiting flits. Keron was used to kids asking if they could touch, so he assumed it was a perfectly reasonable thing to tell someone that the flits wouldn’t bite or scratch if you touched them, but it would be understandable if the vague hand wave wasn’t quite enough for Pen.

“As for the carving, it’s pretty easy if you have the right tools, I’m not exactly creative, I just use trial and error to make it look like something. But I’m happy,” he mightn’t sound happy, but it was a fair trade, “to let you try it out with my tools and give you pointers if you need ‘em. Basically it’s just start thin and shallow and go from there.”

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Re: Three Cheers to Sweet Isolation [17.03.2590//12:00 PM] Open!
« Reply #8 on: May 14, 2017, 05:09:08 PM »
Digger appraised each of the three firelizards as they appeared and then were introduced. Penderton listened as well, but he knew his Green usually had the final say. “This one’s an old girl,” he said, nodding toward Dig, “she doesn’t rise much anymore and usually it’s off somewhere lonely and private.” The twins were another matter, but they were fortunately still absent.

Penderton offered Kinabori a bow before he approached. The movement didn’t unseat Digger but she took flight regardless to make acquaintance with the smaller ‘lizards. The miner didn’t reach to pet the Gold, but simply gave her a once over before nodding in a way that suggested he accepted Keron’s opinion of her. “Golds are fair useful for other things, she’d be wasted on the small detail work.” In response to Sparrish and Takonic he’d laugh shortly and then shrug. “Might as well try to train them both, the Blue might have some secret knack, you never know.”

He reached into his pocket and set a few rocks out on the table near them. These were Pen’s prized possessions, bits of gem and mineral that he had personally found and polished to a shine. Digger knew the game he was about to introduce very well and she drifted back to him, kreeling to Sparrish and Takonic to beckon them to follow.

“The basic idea is to get them to separate the good from the bad.” He eyed their surroundings for a minute and then walked over to pluck a few fallen chips that had been displaced off of the wall by Keron’s mural. “Metal is more important right now but I swear on Faranth’s egg whenever this stuff,” he motioned to a shiny, ruby colored gem, “comes back into fashion my firelizards will make me a rich man.” Barring the idea of land ownership and thus ownership over all minerals and resources, of course.

The rock chips joined the gems at the table and he allowed Digger to do her thing. While she wasn’t a savant in the method of identifying stones, not like the twins were, she knew enough of the basic idea to show the other flits. Landing on the table she circled the pile and then quickly separated out each thing into its category, trash, jewel and ore. Each object she’d chirrup over and each chirrup varied to indicate the prize. “This is pretty much it. It’s fairly easy to get them to understand the differences when they’re all here, laid out before them. The hard work is getting them to find it, search for it.”

Penderton’s expression turned more thoughtful, brooding even. Finally, he offered, “You can hold onto that lot,” a nod to the rocks, “Whenever you get a chance just lay them out as such and let your flits inspect them, sort them, whatever they feel like. Once they have a grasp on it we can try field work.” His fingers fumbled with the stones as he pushed the separate piles all together again to give the firelizard students a chance at them.

 

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Klah and Long Nights - 23.1.2590 x Isotarïne


Sun and Sarcasm - 13.3.2590 x B'lye


Breakfast Delivery - 15.3.2590 x K'eeda


In the Radiant Sun - 15.3.2590 x T'lor


Three Cheers to Sweet Isolation - 17.3.2590 x Penderton


Napping on a Wher - 18.3.2590 x Sarinea


Coryza - 20.3.2590 x Vanelwynne


Today is a Mess - 2.4.2590 x O'sir


Getting the Ducks Back in a Row - 2.4.2590 x D'zel


The Down Low - 3.4.2590 x Callista


Now It's a Party! - 7.4.2590 x B'lye


Twisted Ankle - 25.04.2590 x Isalia


Dragon's Dance - 8.5.2590 x Bekareni


A Weyrling's First Steps - 10.5.2590 x D'zel


Evening Showers - 11.5.2590 x K'ran


Singing with Flits - 20.5.2590 x Lokin


They Aren't That Heavy - 21.5.2590 x Tiynnalacia


How To Train a Dragon - 01.06.2590 x Nalise


Avoiding Responsibiliy - 04.06.2590 x Elremmiria


Another Homecoming - 15.06.2590 x K'eir


All the Pretties Shine - 19.06.2590 x Laimora