Minor Disruption

Writers: Anika, Heather
Date Posted: 23rd March 2015

Characters: Chaysea, P'ton
Description: P'ton goes looking for trousers and Chaysea puts him in his place.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 12, day 9 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: L'pin (indirectly)

P'ton entered the storeroom and dramatically clasped both hands over
his heart, "Ah, your beauty has increased since last I've seen you.
Are you sure your interest lies with our dear Weyrlingmaster Third?
He's old you know and a bit worn around the edges?"

Chaysea turned and cocked an eyebrow at the Weyrling, her green eyes
flashes with irritation. P'ton's familiarty rankled the prim
Headwoman, it had even when he was a Candidate. **I had hoped to have
less to do with him once he Impressed.** She thought sourly.

"So am I." She replied flatly as she glanced back down at her
clipboard where she was keeping stock of the materials. "Do you need
something P'ton?"

P'ton knew that his brash manner got under Chaysea's skin. Not unlike
his mother, she appeared to have little tolerance for his cheekiness,
but he enjoyed needling her just the same. However, he'd also learned
when to push his luck and when to play it safe so his reply was
serious.

"I seem to have hit a growth spurt since coming to the Weyr," the tall
youth explained, holding out his leg which showed trousers several
fingertips too short. "I was hoping to see about getting some new
trousers from stores."

Chaysea swept her eyes over the Weyrling's appearance, "It would seem
you have." She said in agreement as her eyes zeroed in on the
too-short pair of pants he was wearing. "Let's see what we can get for
you then." She crooked her finger at P'ton, a gesture for him to
follow her as she lead the way to the back of the storeroom where
there was floor to ceiling shelving. Stacked on the bottom rows of the
shelves were stack after stack of neatly folded pants and breeches.

"Have at it. If you find something close to your size they can be
altered to fit and," she glanced at him once more, "you might want to
consider getting some that are a little bit long incase you're not
finished growing."

He nodded and reached for the first pair, holding them up, far too
small. His attempt at refolding didn't leave them nearly as neat, but
he set them aside to return to the shelve later and reached for
another pair. After trying another from that stack with the same
result, he went to the next stack over, and then the next. The
rejects were piling up so he decided to put them back, unfortunately
his haphazard folding job made it impossible for the things to go back
where they had been. Trying to force them, he knocked an entire stack
off the shelf.

"Shells!"

Chaysea winced as the clothes dropped to the floor in a disheveled
heap. "That is the unfortunate side affect of having all the pants
stacked." She said as she came over and stooped in the floor to gather
up the pants and begin folding them back into place.

Chagrined at having made more work for the Headwoman he winced, "And
of having fumble fingered weyrlings who never learned how to fold
clothes properly. In my defense, I'm very good at _outdoor_ tasks and
most recently dragoncare."

The Headwoman glanced at P'ton, "Dragon washing?" She asked, her hand
working quickly and deftly to fold the pants back into crisp, neat
stacks.

He chuckled. "Indeed, dragonwashing," he confirmed. "There's more of
Cirynath to bathe everyday." His dragon had started quite small for
bronze but was growing at an alarming rate, now moderate to large for
his color. The weyrling moved to the far end of the stacked pants,
hoping to find some with longer legs. Sure enough, the brown pair he
held up next seemed like it might be a good fit. "These should
work he confirmed."

"Take a second pair." Chaysea instructed. Boys grew so quickly and
with all of the chores and work that the Weyrlings had to do, they ran
through clothing in no time.

Though she certainly looked nothing like her, the attractive Headwoman
sounded amazingly like his mother and P'ton was quick to oblige,
pulling out another pair, careful not to dislodge another entire
stack. He held this pair up to check the size as well and was
satisfied that it should fit. "Got it," he said with a nod. "I guess
that means I should get out of your hair before I wreak anymore havoc
on your storeroom," he said with a grin.

Some of Chaysea's former bad humor dissipated as she smiled up at
P'ton, "That is a good idea, else your next Weyrling chore may be
folding clothes in the store rooms." There was a gleam of humor in her
bright green eyes.

"That wouldn't be good for either of us," he shook his head, blue eyes
full of mischief. "You'd need a bigger storage room as I'd never get
them refolded that neatly. I'd undoubtedly miss my meal, what with
being so slow at it and probably having to redo it a time or three.
Cirynath would be creeling at my distress which would alarm the
weyrlingstaff. So, to avoid that whole mess I'll offer my thanks and
bid you ado," P'ton said with a bow to the headwoman.

The Headwoman chuckled, shaking her head at P'ton, "Get out of here
then." She waved her hand at him to shoo him away. There was no doubt
in her mind that soon girls would be flocking to P'ton. He was far too
charismatic and he rode a bronze, two things that would be sure to
lure the ladies in as he approached the end of Weyrlinghood.

With a jaunty grin and impudent wink, the young man did just that.

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