14.Jun.23, 04:21 AM
Orgailian let out a long sigh of frustration. He had just finished dinner and didn't know what to do with himself. In Igen Weyr, dinner was considered breakfast by many thanks to the slight drop in temperature making it easier to do many tasks. He wasn't officially one of those workers but he had taken to being more active at night and sleeping through the morning. Unfortunately, that wasn't how things were done in Fort Weyr and he had spent the last two days adjusting to the expected schedule of Candidates. But he still had several hours before curfew and any siblings he would have willingly hung out with either weren't in Fort or had their own plans that night. Rude of them.
He debated going to see Tandrelyn, but they had plans for tomorrow evening when she would have someone to watch their daughter. Her daughter, really. Their arrangement still worked for him and he had no desire to be an active part of Relian's life; though he did see the duo together earlier in the day. He had to admit, the kid was cute, but given who her parents were, that was unsurprising. But, no matter how much K'dar needled him and insisted he should be an active dad, Orgailian still wasn't swayed. That lifestyle just wasn't for him. He didn't even want to be an active uncle to T'ryn's growing brood.
Maybe he could go sweet talk--admittedly, not his strongest skill--one of the women doing the healer courses within the Weyr. Zelly didn't want to Impress in Fort since that would force her into the craft version of healing and take her away from everyone in Igen, but Orgailian knew she wouldn't mind getting her hands on a few more notes so she could build her own skills from. Unfortunately, that didn't pan out as most of the ladies were in study groups and two of the several women working alone acted like scorned lovers, which was fair; he couldn't remember bedding either of them.
Why had he decided a Fort Hatching was a good idea again? At least it was cooler and Orgailian took advantage of that fact by lingering outside a little longer while there was still light to jot some ideas down in his notebook. That task didn't last long either as he ended up sprawled on his back, book resting on his chest, as he stared at the Weyrwoman's little boxed garden on her ledge, coming up with words that rhymed with flower. Power, hour, glower, cower, dour, sour...
...wower, he was bored.
He debated going to see Tandrelyn, but they had plans for tomorrow evening when she would have someone to watch their daughter. Her daughter, really. Their arrangement still worked for him and he had no desire to be an active part of Relian's life; though he did see the duo together earlier in the day. He had to admit, the kid was cute, but given who her parents were, that was unsurprising. But, no matter how much K'dar needled him and insisted he should be an active dad, Orgailian still wasn't swayed. That lifestyle just wasn't for him. He didn't even want to be an active uncle to T'ryn's growing brood.
Maybe he could go sweet talk--admittedly, not his strongest skill--one of the women doing the healer courses within the Weyr. Zelly didn't want to Impress in Fort since that would force her into the craft version of healing and take her away from everyone in Igen, but Orgailian knew she wouldn't mind getting her hands on a few more notes so she could build her own skills from. Unfortunately, that didn't pan out as most of the ladies were in study groups and two of the several women working alone acted like scorned lovers, which was fair; he couldn't remember bedding either of them.
Why had he decided a Fort Hatching was a good idea again? At least it was cooler and Orgailian took advantage of that fact by lingering outside a little longer while there was still light to jot some ideas down in his notebook. That task didn't last long either as he ended up sprawled on his back, book resting on his chest, as he stared at the Weyrwoman's little boxed garden on her ledge, coming up with words that rhymed with flower. Power, hour, glower, cower, dour, sour...
...wower, he was bored.