The Chores Never Change {Open}

Yalenia couldn't believe just how many of these things were here. Sheets and sheets of paper to be sorted! It surprised her to no end that every day she seemed to be back in here to sort them and it seemed that every time she walked in... There was more mess than the previous day! She sighed. It was not like Smithing at all. No bother there. She touched a hand to her face, feeling the scar left by one of her many jobs and shrugged. At least she wouldn't get scarred from sorting out sheets of paper. Which brought her to another thing. She didn't mind at all that she might receive a few more scars from the Whers. She wasn't so deluded that she thought them harmless little cats, persay. Everytime she thought of the Whers, her heart fluttered a little. She'd heard of the arrival of the egg. It was exciting to say the least. But, what was more, was that she'd stood for enough impressions to know that the chance itself was a gift. She would focus her heart and mind on that egg. What happened then, what happened after would come.

She smiled and continued sorting out the paper, records and records of knowledge from the Weyr. Well, that was not so much it as the storage rooms of the Healers. Not only was there sheets detailing precisely how to heal but there were also piles of bandages and the distinct smell of numbweed. She rested a hand on something and felt it slip. Pulling it out swiftly she felt the tip of her finger go numb. Well, at least she knew where the numbweed was. She moved the bandages it had been left under and began the tough work of sorting everything. It was almost as tough as smithing...

She heard some footsteps approaching and turned to the door. A whole couple of hours had passed and here she sat. But, it still did look magnificently better than it had when she'd first walked in. She wiped her forehead.
"It's good to see that the Healers aren't about to run out of supplies anytime soon." She remarked to herself happily.