What An Incredible Smell You've Discovered
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Writers: Aaron, Avery
Date Posted: 2nd November 2017
Characters: K'don, V'rel
Description: Smelly old Kedon has a bath, conversation ensues
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 2, day 1 of Turn 9
Who: Vatirel, Kedon
Where: DCW
When: m2 d1 t9
What: Smelly old Kedon has a bath, conversation ensues
Notes: Mentor Approved
It had been a long, hard day. One of the ewes had given birth to a lamb after some significant complications, and Kedon had spent quite a bit of the time running to fetch this or that or cleaning up this or that mess. Even not being directly involved in the process, he still had much to do to assist, both with the birth itself and with helping to take care of other matters that still needed to be done despite the masters and journeymen being distracted by the difficulty of the birth. Kedon was dirty and sweaty and probably did not realize just how much the smell of beasts clung to him as he wandered back to the barracks.
Kedon, for his part, was comforted by many of the smells of beasts. But it was not something he wanted on his bedclothes.
"Oh. Excuse me." Kedon blinked as he realized he had bumped into one of the older Candidates – though one not much if at all taller than he was himself. "Sorry, Vatirel," he said. "I was still thinkin' about Snowy."
"Is Snowy an animal?" he asked after checking Kedon's knots, remembering the other Candidate was a beastcrafter. **And smells like it.**
"Oh! Yeah, sorry." Of course, Vatirel had no cause to know Snowy, by name or otherwise. "She's a ewe. A real sweetheart. She lambed today, and it was kind of a huge ordeal. I think she's gonna be OK, but I was really worried for a while."
It was not always a great idea to name the ovines. Of course, they were not all up for grabs for the dragons or the weyrfolk, as they were good for wool and milk, too, but most of that sort of thing was left to the Holds and collected as tithes. Kedon had felt safe naming Snowy. She was a good milker and had especially white fleece. But she could have died anyway...
"How was your day?" he asked, feeling guilty for monopolizing the conversation, such as it was.
"That sounds like it must have been stressful. And messy. You should probably take a run to the bathing pools before it's time for dinner," Vatirel said, nodding at Kedon's clothing.
"I have to admit, I don't know much about ovines at all. Other then how to take fleece and turn it into thread or yarn to Weave with."
Kedon leaned in to smell himself and then made a face. "Eesh. Yeah, sorry..." He blushed. "You wanna come with?" he asked. "I don't know much about your bit of it, either. The yarn and stuff."
"Sure, I'll come along and chat," Vatirel said cheerfully. "Before I apprenticed, I thought yarn just happened. I didn't realize it comes off of what the beastcrafters shear."
Kedon continued on to his bunk and shucked his dirty clothes into his laundry bag. He grabbed his towel from where it hung over the end of his bed and a pair of shorts and his sandals from his trunk. Before he headed toward the baths, he slid his boots under his bunk with his feet.
"Yeah, and from other stuff, too, doesn't it? Plants or something?" Kedon asked on the way.
The other Candidate didn't even bother grabbing sandals, preferring to be barefoot. "All kinds of plants," Vatirel said. "They make different kind of yarn and thread for other kinds of clothes. When I was at Rising Moons I used to knit stuff for their really damp rainy days. We don't get that kind of cold damp here."
"Is knitting hard?" Kedon asked. It had never occurred to him to try to learn, but at Vatirel's mention, he wondered how difficult it would be to get ahold of a pair of needles and some yarn to give it a try. Maybe Vatirel would teach him. Kedon doubted he would have the time to get especially good at it, but if it was fun, he could practice in some of his spare time.
"I think it's easier than sewing embroidery or crocheting," Vatirel said. "I have spare needles I could lend you."
Kedon was only vaguely aware of what crocheting and embroidery were – that is, that they were something to do with weaving or clothcraft. "Will you show me how?" he asked.
As they reached the baths, he set his towel and trunks aside and then slipped into one of the pools to begin scrubbing away the ick.
"I'd be happy to. It's something you can do with your hands when there's downtime. Not that I suppose you get a lot of it in your craft...being an apprentice is so busy," Vatirel said, with a sigh, thinking about how he wanted to make Journeyman already.
Kedon wasted no time soaping himself from head to toe.
"Most times," he said as he took a scrub brush to his gnarly fingers and toes, "I just bite my nails when there's nothing else to do with my hands. So. That'll probably be nice to have something else to do instead." He smiled, set the brush down and then dunked his sudsy hair under the water to rinse it out.
"There. Now I probably don't smell so much like a herdbeast's ballsack. Did you say you were going to dinner?"
Last updated on the November 7th 2017