Post by Shoki on Sept 15, 2012 12:00:37 GMT -8
Cr'wean was on a mission. The overall mission was to give him something to do in his off hours. In short, he wanted a project. Well he had found one when thinking about it. Research for some of the plants around the Weyr and their medicinal properties. There were some good work already around, but he wanted something to do so he had found some papers on things that hadn't panned out or were not complete. There was some work with a particular mix of plants but it was vague and referenced a journal that he didn't have. So he was going from storage area to storage area looking for the reference. Apparently the journal referenced various plants and how they looked, but nothing more. The problem was, the papers he had found didn't mention the plants by name, just referenced the day they had discovered them. So he was looking for a journal of one T'sken of Kothish. The man didn't know how to write properly, but it seemed that some of the ideas might hold water, they just weren't documented correctly. So he was holding a stack of papers and heading to the next place it might be. By this point the journal might be thrown out, which would mean a lot of annoying speculation and attempts to redo the work. If it cam to that he might just grab some other work and try to build off of that. For now searching it out might gave him something to do.
As he headed to his destination he slowed, and frowned. Someone was already here. He proceeded quietly, hearing half a conversation. So the other person was a Rider. He continued a few more steps before stopping and getting a thoroughly surprised look on his face. He recognized the voice as the AerieMistress. Shards. Okay, if he turned around now he wouldn't have to talk to her. He half turned but paused and looked down at the papers he had in his hand. What was he going to do exactly? Go back and fume at a lack of information? That would be just lovely. Well, he really wasn't doing anything wrong exactly, he just really didn't want to deal with if she wanted to give him a lecture on his past behavior. Well, maybe she didn't know about it. He didn't hold much stock in that. On the off chance she didn't know (or care) about his yelling fits it would be better to get the search done with now. He supposed that as long as he looked like he was keeping himself out of trouble he wouldn't get a lashing at the moment. Still, he really wasn't relishing what he was deciding to do. With a brief sigh and a resigned look he headed to the room and entered as quietly as he could manage.
When he entered the room he noticed the AerieMistress looking over a bunch of journals on a table and he paused. Hmm, maybe if he asked he could short cut his work. There were still plenty of books in here, so she couldn't have looked at them all, but still, he supposed he could ask. She he cleared his throat and attempted to be on his best behavior. Whatever that was.
"Excuse the interruption, have you seen a journal belonging to someone named T'sken?" He looked at the small woman, his apprehension not coming from her size at all. He held onto the papers in his hand, feeling very awkward indeed.
As he headed to his destination he slowed, and frowned. Someone was already here. He proceeded quietly, hearing half a conversation. So the other person was a Rider. He continued a few more steps before stopping and getting a thoroughly surprised look on his face. He recognized the voice as the AerieMistress. Shards. Okay, if he turned around now he wouldn't have to talk to her. He half turned but paused and looked down at the papers he had in his hand. What was he going to do exactly? Go back and fume at a lack of information? That would be just lovely. Well, he really wasn't doing anything wrong exactly, he just really didn't want to deal with if she wanted to give him a lecture on his past behavior. Well, maybe she didn't know about it. He didn't hold much stock in that. On the off chance she didn't know (or care) about his yelling fits it would be better to get the search done with now. He supposed that as long as he looked like he was keeping himself out of trouble he wouldn't get a lashing at the moment. Still, he really wasn't relishing what he was deciding to do. With a brief sigh and a resigned look he headed to the room and entered as quietly as he could manage.
When he entered the room he noticed the AerieMistress looking over a bunch of journals on a table and he paused. Hmm, maybe if he asked he could short cut his work. There were still plenty of books in here, so she couldn't have looked at them all, but still, he supposed he could ask. She he cleared his throat and attempted to be on his best behavior. Whatever that was.
"Excuse the interruption, have you seen a journal belonging to someone named T'sken?" He looked at the small woman, his apprehension not coming from her size at all. He held onto the papers in his hand, feeling very awkward indeed.
