Post by Rae on Jan 23, 2016 15:59:22 GMT
((Open for anyone who has a bored weyrling that's looking for something unusual for a dragonrider to do!))
T'vor drug the last bulging bag from Dokath's ledge to a dark corner of his weyr and stacked it with the other sacks. Brushing the caked dirt off his hands, the Purple weyrling counted the bags and estimated how many tubers he had. From his meager crop, he'd managed to grow about 100 good sized tubers in the jungle soil and figured that should be enough for his experiment.
What exactly are you doing with those, Mine? The gangly Purple peered into his Bonded's chambers, curious about the appeal of those dirty roots. I liked digging them up but they sure were heavy to carry back here!
T'vor chuckled and rushed over to scratch his Lifemate, reassuring him, You are the strongest and smartest dragon at Xian. I'm not sure yet, but I have an idea for these tubers. But I'm going to need some help.
Dokath perked up, always ready to serve as an accomplice, Tell me what you need me to do, T'vormine!
Easy there, boy. I'm going to need your help, just not right now. Unfortunately you won't do much good when it comes to peeling and chopping these things up. For that I'm going to need one of my mates that can keep a secret. The young man's conspiratorial tone made Dokath dip his head down as though the pair were whispering to each other.
Is what you have in mind no allowed by the Weyrleaders? He asked, intrigued by the prospect of mischief. The Purple was always ready for a prank and loved being in on the plotting. Could we get in big trouble?
T'vor rubbed the back of his neck as he thought for a moment, It's not necessarily forbidden, but I don't know if it's allowed especially for weyrlings. But if it works, then the Rainstorm Weyrling class will throw the best Graduation Feast ANY Weyr has even seen! But it's going to take some time and hard work to get there.
The pair grinned broadly at one another, feeding off the other's excitement. T'vor broke off the silly stare first as he returned to his quarters and began rummaging through his foot locker. At the bottom he had kept most of his prized farming implements and he grabbed out a case filled with harvesting tools and knives. Flipping the lid back, he took out a fancy tuber peeler and a couple of knives that he'd had special ordered before leaving his hold. These knives were designed for cutting the starchy tubers easily while making sure the pieces didn't stick to the blades.
These should work. But I wonder if anyone will want to help. Maullie would probably not be a good candidate since she doesn't strike me as a troublemaker. T'vor commented to Dokath as he hauled himself to his feet, snatching a big cutting board from the locker before kicking the lid shut. He strode to his table and shoved its contents to the side to make space for his tools. Then he hauled over a sack of tubers and set it on the bench beside him. On the floor between both seats, he propped up an empty sack to put the tuber peels in to keep mess down, as well as to be used to compost for his next planting.
Once he was satisfied that he had everything he needed for step one, the charming Purple weyrling gave a curt nod and then hurried to his door. He opened it wide enough to poke his head out and proceeded to look up and down to corridor for a passing weyrling that looked up to the challenge of processing and distilling tubers for a potent reward.
T'vor drug the last bulging bag from Dokath's ledge to a dark corner of his weyr and stacked it with the other sacks. Brushing the caked dirt off his hands, the Purple weyrling counted the bags and estimated how many tubers he had. From his meager crop, he'd managed to grow about 100 good sized tubers in the jungle soil and figured that should be enough for his experiment.
What exactly are you doing with those, Mine? The gangly Purple peered into his Bonded's chambers, curious about the appeal of those dirty roots. I liked digging them up but they sure were heavy to carry back here!
T'vor chuckled and rushed over to scratch his Lifemate, reassuring him, You are the strongest and smartest dragon at Xian. I'm not sure yet, but I have an idea for these tubers. But I'm going to need some help.
Dokath perked up, always ready to serve as an accomplice, Tell me what you need me to do, T'vormine!
Easy there, boy. I'm going to need your help, just not right now. Unfortunately you won't do much good when it comes to peeling and chopping these things up. For that I'm going to need one of my mates that can keep a secret. The young man's conspiratorial tone made Dokath dip his head down as though the pair were whispering to each other.
Is what you have in mind no allowed by the Weyrleaders? He asked, intrigued by the prospect of mischief. The Purple was always ready for a prank and loved being in on the plotting. Could we get in big trouble?
T'vor rubbed the back of his neck as he thought for a moment, It's not necessarily forbidden, but I don't know if it's allowed especially for weyrlings. But if it works, then the Rainstorm Weyrling class will throw the best Graduation Feast ANY Weyr has even seen! But it's going to take some time and hard work to get there.
The pair grinned broadly at one another, feeding off the other's excitement. T'vor broke off the silly stare first as he returned to his quarters and began rummaging through his foot locker. At the bottom he had kept most of his prized farming implements and he grabbed out a case filled with harvesting tools and knives. Flipping the lid back, he took out a fancy tuber peeler and a couple of knives that he'd had special ordered before leaving his hold. These knives were designed for cutting the starchy tubers easily while making sure the pieces didn't stick to the blades.
These should work. But I wonder if anyone will want to help. Maullie would probably not be a good candidate since she doesn't strike me as a troublemaker. T'vor commented to Dokath as he hauled himself to his feet, snatching a big cutting board from the locker before kicking the lid shut. He strode to his table and shoved its contents to the side to make space for his tools. Then he hauled over a sack of tubers and set it on the bench beside him. On the floor between both seats, he propped up an empty sack to put the tuber peels in to keep mess down, as well as to be used to compost for his next planting.
Once he was satisfied that he had everything he needed for step one, the charming Purple weyrling gave a curt nod and then hurried to his door. He opened it wide enough to poke his head out and proceeded to look up and down to corridor for a passing weyrling that looked up to the challenge of processing and distilling tubers for a potent reward.
