Post by mizukitsune on Jun 13, 2010 22:04:38 GMT -5
Galiar had spent his chore period bagging firestone. It was a flithy and difficult job, all his muscles ached. According to the Candidate Master, all Candidates learned to bag firestone precisely because it was such a difficult job. It built muscles needed in adult riders.
Still, the Candidate was sure it could be done more efficiently. For example, each piece had to be sorted by size, larger pieces went into bags for large dragons, and smaller ones went into bags for small dragon. Galiar was sure he could design a machine to do that. So he took his pad of paper and some carbon sticks down to the good light of the weyr lake to begin his work. But for all his grand ideas, Galiar was still young. As soon as he arrived at the lake, which was sparkling invitingly, he remembered how dirty he was. His grand plans could wait.
He shucked off his shoes, and stripped down to the cotton shorts he'd been wearing under his pants, and into the water he went. It felt deliciously cool on his skin, but not cold enough to make his sore muscles tense. After swimming around a little bit, he felt much better and he went and sat on the sandy shore, letting the sun bake into his already tanned skin. Everywhere on Pern should have a lake like this. The baths were nice, but nothing beat a lake in the summer. He heard the sound of footsteps approaching and looked up from his reverie.
Still, the Candidate was sure it could be done more efficiently. For example, each piece had to be sorted by size, larger pieces went into bags for large dragons, and smaller ones went into bags for small dragon. Galiar was sure he could design a machine to do that. So he took his pad of paper and some carbon sticks down to the good light of the weyr lake to begin his work. But for all his grand ideas, Galiar was still young. As soon as he arrived at the lake, which was sparkling invitingly, he remembered how dirty he was. His grand plans could wait.
He shucked off his shoes, and stripped down to the cotton shorts he'd been wearing under his pants, and into the water he went. It felt deliciously cool on his skin, but not cold enough to make his sore muscles tense. After swimming around a little bit, he felt much better and he went and sat on the sandy shore, letting the sun bake into his already tanned skin. Everywhere on Pern should have a lake like this. The baths were nice, but nothing beat a lake in the summer. He heard the sound of footsteps approaching and looked up from his reverie.