Log: Taking A Delivery
Who: An'dren, P'draig, Suizen, Jekzith
When: day 9, month 13, turn 17 of Interval 10.
Where: Bowl, Ista Weyr
What: Suizen has Paddy's order of dishes all done. An'dren helps get the crate onto Jekzith. Paddy is chatty about Paige.
It's getting on towards evening, the first stars coming out above, but the sun's not all the way down yet when Jekzith sets down and a tired Paddy swings off his back, pulling his jacket off to cross the Bowl towards the living cavern. The brown whuffs lightly as his rider goes then spots a lounging green and sidles in that direction to ... make friends.
Suizen has chosen this moment to exit from the living cavern, pushing a wheelbarrow in front of her, holding a crate full of padding, and other, more fragile items.
As he goes, P'draig pulls free a scarf too and then gloves. He was somewhere cold today maybe. And there's Sooz with her barrow and P'draig grins, changing course slightly to intercept. "Hey there Suizen. That's quite the barrow-load. How's things?"
"Ah, just the rider I was lookin' for - was about to be askin' one of the other riders for a trip to your weyr to mysteriously make a delivery.." Sooz teases, with a bit of a grin, before adding, "Things are bein' finished, an' I'm doin' well - you? Just off of sweeps?"
P'draig laughs aloud. "Well, always a good idea to check first. Never know who Mic might have over," P'draig says with a little 'what-can-you-do' shrug. "But delivery. So you're all done with the set?" And that seems to light up Paddy's face with boyish excitement. "No, a lot of visiting today. Just left Telgar, visiting my boy there."
An'dren appears from somewhere to the northwest, clothing all disheveled and somewhat mud-stained, but still looking rather cheerful. He, like P'draig was, is headed to the living cavern and probably his dinner, but at the sight of Suizen he stutters to a stop. He glances between the wheelbarrow, the potter, and the brownrider, comes to a few (possibly correct) conclusions, and wonders, "Need any help?" With, you know. Carrying things or putting them away or...whatever.
"Oh?" Sooz inquires, then grins and up-and-downs her brows a moment, before shaking her head, dismissing the idea, "Ayup - finished it up about a sevenday ago, but between this an' that, and never seein' yah - well, let's just be glad that tables an' tableclothes make good hidin' spots. Few folks been curious, after all... speakin' of which - 'lo, An'dren! Ah.. dunno, truthfully. Makin' that delivery, finally."
"Mm," P'draig answers vaguely at the up-and-down brows then beams at the affirmative. "Oh, excellent," he states about the commission and peers into the wagon. "Mind if I have a look?" And then there's An'dren and the brownrider smiles in his direction, nods politely. "Evening," he greets, "a hand might come in useful if Suizen has my whole order in here."
Andy's in the middle of wondering, "Who's it for?" when it occurs to him that P'draig'd answered the question before he'd even asked it, and he looks a little sheepish in the wake of that realization. There's a nod for the brownrider, just as polite, and then he takes a peek at the crate's actual contents. "Wow," he whistles. "All those yours? What've you got in there?"
Suizen puts the 'barrow on the ground and steps away, waving a hand at the crate, "By all means - wouldn't be much of a commission if you couldn't be lookin' it over."
P'draig hunkers down by the wagon and reaches in to pick up a plate, turning it this way and that in the rapidly dimming light. The decoration is simple: half the plate is brown, the other half a pleasant sagey green. "Nice work," the brownrider tells Suizen with a grin and puts the plate down to have a look at some of the other pieces in the set. "Set of dishes," is the answer for An'dren, "special gift for a friend."
An'dren won't intrude on P'draig's personal space, but he will lean in a little to try and get a look at the plate, at the brown and green colors. "How do you get the dyes to stay?" he asks of Suizen, straightening up and turning to face her. "They look nice." And then, for P'draig: "Lucky friend you've got there."
"Brown's pretty easy - if you're using the right clay, that's the natural color. Green gets painted on a'fore the bakin', which keeps it solid..." Sooz replies, before beaming a bright smile at P'draig. "I'm glad to be hearin' you like the final results!"
Helpfully, Paddy tilts the plate towards An'dren a little more. "Came out really nicely," the brownrider adds on then grins at the bronzerider. "She's pretty special, yeah," he answers agreeably and then listens as Suizen describes the process. "Pretty simple then?"
That helpful plate-tilt earns P'draig a quick flash of a grin, and then Andy, satisfied with his glimpse of the pottery, returns his attention to the potter. "Yeah?" he replies. "Makes sense, I guess. Dir...clay, I meant. Clay's brown, so it'll make brown." He's nodding to himself as he speaks, like he suddenly understands the mysteries of painting dinnerware. Speaking of which -- "So are you going to be moving these now?" he asks, and jerks his head to indicate the crate.
"Or red, dependin' on the clay. An' simple for this particular pattern - most of the issue was just doin' all the pieces an' makin' sure they matched up okay.." Sooz admits, before tilting her head, "Good question - an' are you needin' extra hands, if so?"
"Up to the weyr, yes," P'draig affirms, "the crate's a little bulky maybe to manage on my own," the brownrider continues. "Downside sometimes to weyrs, it's hard hauling things /up/ there."
Andy looks somewhat dubiously at the crate, then glances at the brown and green nearby.
"Y'think it'll be safe, hauling all of it up there like this? Won't break or anything?" He sounds uncertain about how well the plates and things will hold up to a dragonride, but hey, it's P'draig's stuff. If he really wants to do it, An'dren's more than willing to give him a hand where he can.
"Most of it's wrapped in rags an' the like. So as long as there's not a lot of bouncin' about, like a wagon down the side of a mountain, or some such, it... should be okay?" Sooz offers, the ending a bit weaker than the start.
"Wrapping sounds like it'll do the trick, yeah?" And he P'draig tilts a look over at An'dren questioningly. "Otherwise it'd be an awfully long set of trips to hand-carry it all," the brownrider says laughingly.
Andy shrugs one shoulder in response to P'draig's questioning look, evidently being of the mind that Suizen ought to know what she's talking about. "So how do you want to do it?" he asks. "Just...strap it in, or...?"
Suizen shakes her head with a bit of a grin, before adding, "Can it be taken up by one, or is it needin' to be tied in? Haven't done much transportin' by dragon, when all's said an' done."
"Wrapped and loaded, it should be fine. Jekzith's still got his straps on even," P'draig notes with a little nod towards the dragon. "Andy if you give me a hand, we should be able to manage it. Heavy and bulky, winning combination," he jokes about the crate and its contents, sets the plate back inside and re wraps it.
"Sure," Andy says agreeably. "I've helped unload a rug before. How hard can loading up a box be?" It's a question that has the potential for being famous last words, but the bronzerider seems optimistic that things'll go well enough. They're breakable plates, sure, but Suizen /did/ say they're all wrapped up and such.
"... at least it's not rainin' out?" Sooz offers oh so helpfully, before moving away from the 'barrow to follow the 'riders to the chosen dragon. "Rugs bend."
"Rain -- yeah. Not good weather for moving things," P'draig nods a few times then grins at An'dren. "I'm betting you've only moved into your weyr ... once? It's the angles and the bulk and -- well just trust me. It can wind up being a little bit of a headache, but not too bad. After all, Mic and I moved a whole couch up there once."
The grin Andy turns on P'draig is a little sheepish around the edges. "Yeah. Didn't move much furniture then, either; my weyr came with nost of it. I did help some other people, though," he adds, like somehow that proves he at least has the experience. Then he glances at Jekzith again and wonders, "So. Straps?"
"I'm not understandin' this concept of 'moving' multiple-times. Everyone lives in a single room, right?" Sooz jokes, bouncing a bit on her toes, as she looks from riders to Jekzith and back.
"Let's just say, I've move a lot. Having a ground weyr at Fort was nice though," P'draig offers over and then he's bending to brace hands against the corners of the crate. "Get the other side?" he asks An'dren and winks over at Suizen.
"I like weyrs with a view," Andy says, bending over to hook his fingers around the other end of the crate as he speaks. "Must've been nice, though, to be on ground-level. No waiting on a dragon to go back home, yeah?"
Suizen shakes her head, "Can't imagine livin' with one side open to nothin' but air. Aren't you ever worryin' about steppin' off by accident?"
"The view /is/ nice," P'draig agrees as he shifts his hands a little, bends properly at the knees. "Ready? One ... two ... three," and he hefts on three. "It's a lot easier to stumble home drunk when you have a ground weyr, yeah." Suizen gets a grin. "Most of the time, there's a dragon in the way."
An'dren also lifts on three and looks to P'draig for further directions once the crate is balanced between them. "I have a big ledge," he tells Suizen, though his gaze mostly remains on the brownrider. Don't want him walkin' off without warning. "It'd take a bit of stumbling before you run outta ground, yeah? And he's right, anyways; there's usually a dragon there to block your way."
Suizen shakes her head, and starts to comment when an older resident calls her name from the tunnel leading to the living cavern. "Ack - 'm late, I think. P'draig - let me know if anyone of 'em aren't up to snuff, okay? An' thanks for the help, An'dren!"
"Walk it over to Jekzith and if you can brace while I strap, we should manage," P'draig notes, then starts to take slow steps towards the brown, balancing the crate's weight carefully. "Thanks Suizen, I will. But I think they'll be just fine."
Andy inches towards Jekzith alongside P'draig, careful not to jostle the crates or the plates contained within. "No problem," he tells Suizen over his shoulder, and then he's eyeing the distance he's got to cross before he'll reach the brown.
Suizen grins a bit, then turns and heads into the living cavern, taking her 'barrow with her.
Paddy would probably wave if his hands weren't busy, as it is he just nods and keeps moving towards Jekzith who obligingly gets up comes over instead. "Why thanks, that's /much/ easier," his rider says with a laugh and then he's leaning against one brown side, looking up at the straps. "Two safeties down and over, under and up ought to do it."
"Lower the crate?" Andy suggests. "I'll get it back up once you have the straps arranged." And then, because it's only polite to ask, he wonders, "Will Jekzith mind if I brace it against him? Not sure I can hold it up myself, not and keep my balance." That's the thing about An'dren; he's not only clumsy-looking but actually clumsy as well, and it's clear he doesn't trust himself not to drop the box if left to his own devices.
"Nah, he's easy-going," P'draig replies readily. "Okay, here we go, lowering," the brownrider says and suits actions to words again. Once the box is safely down, he turns to address the issue of straps, getting safeties ready to take on the crate.
An'dren readily lowers the crate, and once it's on the ground, he backs away to give P'draig room, dusting his hands off before shoving them into his pockets. He watches the brownrider closely -- he's taking notes, maybe -- but otherwise, he stays out of the way until he's needed again.
It only takes a moment or two to loosen up those safeties, smooth them out long against Jekzith's brown side. "There," P'draig announces and looks over his shoulder, brows lifting a little at the close scrutiny. "All right, let's lift and then you can lean it against his side while I grab the straps from below and bring them around."
"Sorry," Andy says, ducking his head when he sees thos eyebrows lifted. "Thought maybe...might be helpful, y'know? Some day. If I ever decide to move, or commission pots, or some'in." He hesitates, then bends down to lift the crate again and rest it against Jekzith's side, high up enough on the dangling safeties that there's plenty of leather left for P'draig to bring around. Good thing about being tall; there's more vertical freedom.
"Gotcha," P'draig says, easy-going himself and lends a guiding hand to getting the crate up off the ground. Then he's quick about those straps, drawing them around the crate, clipping them in place so that they're leverage between them and the dragon's side. "Here's hoping you won't have to move much, An'dren," the brownrider says sincerely. "I'm hoping this is my last one too for that matter."
"I don't plan on it," Andy replies, shoulders locked as he tries to hold the crate steady for P'draig. "I like my weyr, and Riuth's happy with it, too, so. Hoping we'll stay for a bit." He shifts his weight a little, trying to get a stronger grip, and then wonders, "How're you going to get these to your friend?"
"Well, if I were smart, I'd just take them over to Fort now, but instead I'm planning to cook dinner and use these. So. Dinner. Dish-washing. Then packing them back up. But T'mic can help me that time," P'draig says with a little shrug. "And then they can stay at Fort, maybe on a nice shelf where they look all pretty," he says with a chuckle.
"They deserve to be used," Andy says, and then blinks. "What, on a shelf? Really? Seems a shame to just...y'know. Let 'em sit there and collect dust."
"Oh no no, just in between uses," P'draig exclaims with slightly rounded eyes. "They're meant to be used, definitely. They -- well they mean something," he concludes as the last strap is clipped into place. "Okay you can let go, I'll just slide another around the front to be extra secure," Paddy notes. He does so and steps back to observe their handiwork. "Paige. Her name is Paige. Greenrider." Brown and green.
That's a relief, then, to hear that the plates'll be used after all. "Paige?" Andy echoes as he once again steps back, leaving the space beside Jekzith empty so P'draig can slip that extra strap around. There's a moment's silence as he racks his memory for mention of the name, and then he ventures, with the hesitant tone of someone not quite certain what he's talking about, "I think Mic mentioned her before. She's...?" It's a question that's cut off before it can quite establish itself as a question, An'dren having decided almost immediately that maybe he shouldn't pry. "Um," he says instead. "You got it now?"
"Mm. Tiasheth's. From the last clutch at Fort." P'draig tilts a look over at Andy as that last strap is clipped securely in place. "If we lived at the same weyr, she'd be as much my weyrmate as T'mic is, most likely," the brownrider answers frankly, his eyes stay steady on the younger man's face for a moment then he sticks a hand out, apparently for shaking. "Thanks for the help. I really appreciate it."
Andy's eyebrows rise at the mention of another weyrmate; he can't help it. He won't ask, though, and instead just shakes P'draig's proffered hand and nods. "Yeah, no problem," he says. "Glad I could help." Then, because the job's done and he has room to think about other things, he glances towards the living cavern and adds, "If you don't need me anymore, I'm gonna run in there and grab a bite to eat. I hope you have a smooth flight up to your weyr, yeah?"
There's a brief grin for that reaction on Paddy's side of things as his hand clasps An'dren's briefly and a little nod. "Nope, just going to get these up, be along for a bite and a drink shortly myself. Enjoy the meal," the brownrider says and gives the other rider a little salute, before climbing up onto Jekzith's back for the trip up to the weyr.
Andy returns the little salute with one of his own, then trudges towards the living cavern, where there's a meal and a seat to be had.
When: day 9, month 13, turn 17 of Interval 10.
Where: Bowl, Ista Weyr
What: Suizen has Paddy's order of dishes all done. An'dren helps get the crate onto Jekzith. Paddy is chatty about Paige.
It's getting on towards evening, the first stars coming out above, but the sun's not all the way down yet when Jekzith sets down and a tired Paddy swings off his back, pulling his jacket off to cross the Bowl towards the living cavern. The brown whuffs lightly as his rider goes then spots a lounging green and sidles in that direction to ... make friends.
Suizen has chosen this moment to exit from the living cavern, pushing a wheelbarrow in front of her, holding a crate full of padding, and other, more fragile items.
As he goes, P'draig pulls free a scarf too and then gloves. He was somewhere cold today maybe. And there's Sooz with her barrow and P'draig grins, changing course slightly to intercept. "Hey there Suizen. That's quite the barrow-load. How's things?"
"Ah, just the rider I was lookin' for - was about to be askin' one of the other riders for a trip to your weyr to mysteriously make a delivery.." Sooz teases, with a bit of a grin, before adding, "Things are bein' finished, an' I'm doin' well - you? Just off of sweeps?"
P'draig laughs aloud. "Well, always a good idea to check first. Never know who Mic might have over," P'draig says with a little 'what-can-you-do' shrug. "But delivery. So you're all done with the set?" And that seems to light up Paddy's face with boyish excitement. "No, a lot of visiting today. Just left Telgar, visiting my boy there."
An'dren appears from somewhere to the northwest, clothing all disheveled and somewhat mud-stained, but still looking rather cheerful. He, like P'draig was, is headed to the living cavern and probably his dinner, but at the sight of Suizen he stutters to a stop. He glances between the wheelbarrow, the potter, and the brownrider, comes to a few (possibly correct) conclusions, and wonders, "Need any help?" With, you know. Carrying things or putting them away or...whatever.
"Oh?" Sooz inquires, then grins and up-and-downs her brows a moment, before shaking her head, dismissing the idea, "Ayup - finished it up about a sevenday ago, but between this an' that, and never seein' yah - well, let's just be glad that tables an' tableclothes make good hidin' spots. Few folks been curious, after all... speakin' of which - 'lo, An'dren! Ah.. dunno, truthfully. Makin' that delivery, finally."
"Mm," P'draig answers vaguely at the up-and-down brows then beams at the affirmative. "Oh, excellent," he states about the commission and peers into the wagon. "Mind if I have a look?" And then there's An'dren and the brownrider smiles in his direction, nods politely. "Evening," he greets, "a hand might come in useful if Suizen has my whole order in here."
Andy's in the middle of wondering, "Who's it for?" when it occurs to him that P'draig'd answered the question before he'd even asked it, and he looks a little sheepish in the wake of that realization. There's a nod for the brownrider, just as polite, and then he takes a peek at the crate's actual contents. "Wow," he whistles. "All those yours? What've you got in there?"
Suizen puts the 'barrow on the ground and steps away, waving a hand at the crate, "By all means - wouldn't be much of a commission if you couldn't be lookin' it over."
P'draig hunkers down by the wagon and reaches in to pick up a plate, turning it this way and that in the rapidly dimming light. The decoration is simple: half the plate is brown, the other half a pleasant sagey green. "Nice work," the brownrider tells Suizen with a grin and puts the plate down to have a look at some of the other pieces in the set. "Set of dishes," is the answer for An'dren, "special gift for a friend."
An'dren won't intrude on P'draig's personal space, but he will lean in a little to try and get a look at the plate, at the brown and green colors. "How do you get the dyes to stay?" he asks of Suizen, straightening up and turning to face her. "They look nice." And then, for P'draig: "Lucky friend you've got there."
"Brown's pretty easy - if you're using the right clay, that's the natural color. Green gets painted on a'fore the bakin', which keeps it solid..." Sooz replies, before beaming a bright smile at P'draig. "I'm glad to be hearin' you like the final results!"
Helpfully, Paddy tilts the plate towards An'dren a little more. "Came out really nicely," the brownrider adds on then grins at the bronzerider. "She's pretty special, yeah," he answers agreeably and then listens as Suizen describes the process. "Pretty simple then?"
That helpful plate-tilt earns P'draig a quick flash of a grin, and then Andy, satisfied with his glimpse of the pottery, returns his attention to the potter. "Yeah?" he replies. "Makes sense, I guess. Dir...clay, I meant. Clay's brown, so it'll make brown." He's nodding to himself as he speaks, like he suddenly understands the mysteries of painting dinnerware. Speaking of which -- "So are you going to be moving these now?" he asks, and jerks his head to indicate the crate.
"Or red, dependin' on the clay. An' simple for this particular pattern - most of the issue was just doin' all the pieces an' makin' sure they matched up okay.." Sooz admits, before tilting her head, "Good question - an' are you needin' extra hands, if so?"
"Up to the weyr, yes," P'draig affirms, "the crate's a little bulky maybe to manage on my own," the brownrider continues. "Downside sometimes to weyrs, it's hard hauling things /up/ there."
Andy looks somewhat dubiously at the crate, then glances at the brown and green nearby.
"Y'think it'll be safe, hauling all of it up there like this? Won't break or anything?" He sounds uncertain about how well the plates and things will hold up to a dragonride, but hey, it's P'draig's stuff. If he really wants to do it, An'dren's more than willing to give him a hand where he can.
"Most of it's wrapped in rags an' the like. So as long as there's not a lot of bouncin' about, like a wagon down the side of a mountain, or some such, it... should be okay?" Sooz offers, the ending a bit weaker than the start.
"Wrapping sounds like it'll do the trick, yeah?" And he P'draig tilts a look over at An'dren questioningly. "Otherwise it'd be an awfully long set of trips to hand-carry it all," the brownrider says laughingly.
Andy shrugs one shoulder in response to P'draig's questioning look, evidently being of the mind that Suizen ought to know what she's talking about. "So how do you want to do it?" he asks. "Just...strap it in, or...?"
Suizen shakes her head with a bit of a grin, before adding, "Can it be taken up by one, or is it needin' to be tied in? Haven't done much transportin' by dragon, when all's said an' done."
"Wrapped and loaded, it should be fine. Jekzith's still got his straps on even," P'draig notes with a little nod towards the dragon. "Andy if you give me a hand, we should be able to manage it. Heavy and bulky, winning combination," he jokes about the crate and its contents, sets the plate back inside and re wraps it.
"Sure," Andy says agreeably. "I've helped unload a rug before. How hard can loading up a box be?" It's a question that has the potential for being famous last words, but the bronzerider seems optimistic that things'll go well enough. They're breakable plates, sure, but Suizen /did/ say they're all wrapped up and such.
"... at least it's not rainin' out?" Sooz offers oh so helpfully, before moving away from the 'barrow to follow the 'riders to the chosen dragon. "Rugs bend."
"Rain -- yeah. Not good weather for moving things," P'draig nods a few times then grins at An'dren. "I'm betting you've only moved into your weyr ... once? It's the angles and the bulk and -- well just trust me. It can wind up being a little bit of a headache, but not too bad. After all, Mic and I moved a whole couch up there once."
The grin Andy turns on P'draig is a little sheepish around the edges. "Yeah. Didn't move much furniture then, either; my weyr came with nost of it. I did help some other people, though," he adds, like somehow that proves he at least has the experience. Then he glances at Jekzith again and wonders, "So. Straps?"
"I'm not understandin' this concept of 'moving' multiple-times. Everyone lives in a single room, right?" Sooz jokes, bouncing a bit on her toes, as she looks from riders to Jekzith and back.
"Let's just say, I've move a lot. Having a ground weyr at Fort was nice though," P'draig offers over and then he's bending to brace hands against the corners of the crate. "Get the other side?" he asks An'dren and winks over at Suizen.
"I like weyrs with a view," Andy says, bending over to hook his fingers around the other end of the crate as he speaks. "Must've been nice, though, to be on ground-level. No waiting on a dragon to go back home, yeah?"
Suizen shakes her head, "Can't imagine livin' with one side open to nothin' but air. Aren't you ever worryin' about steppin' off by accident?"
"The view /is/ nice," P'draig agrees as he shifts his hands a little, bends properly at the knees. "Ready? One ... two ... three," and he hefts on three. "It's a lot easier to stumble home drunk when you have a ground weyr, yeah." Suizen gets a grin. "Most of the time, there's a dragon in the way."
An'dren also lifts on three and looks to P'draig for further directions once the crate is balanced between them. "I have a big ledge," he tells Suizen, though his gaze mostly remains on the brownrider. Don't want him walkin' off without warning. "It'd take a bit of stumbling before you run outta ground, yeah? And he's right, anyways; there's usually a dragon there to block your way."
Suizen shakes her head, and starts to comment when an older resident calls her name from the tunnel leading to the living cavern. "Ack - 'm late, I think. P'draig - let me know if anyone of 'em aren't up to snuff, okay? An' thanks for the help, An'dren!"
"Walk it over to Jekzith and if you can brace while I strap, we should manage," P'draig notes, then starts to take slow steps towards the brown, balancing the crate's weight carefully. "Thanks Suizen, I will. But I think they'll be just fine."
Andy inches towards Jekzith alongside P'draig, careful not to jostle the crates or the plates contained within. "No problem," he tells Suizen over his shoulder, and then he's eyeing the distance he's got to cross before he'll reach the brown.
Suizen grins a bit, then turns and heads into the living cavern, taking her 'barrow with her.
Paddy would probably wave if his hands weren't busy, as it is he just nods and keeps moving towards Jekzith who obligingly gets up comes over instead. "Why thanks, that's /much/ easier," his rider says with a laugh and then he's leaning against one brown side, looking up at the straps. "Two safeties down and over, under and up ought to do it."
"Lower the crate?" Andy suggests. "I'll get it back up once you have the straps arranged." And then, because it's only polite to ask, he wonders, "Will Jekzith mind if I brace it against him? Not sure I can hold it up myself, not and keep my balance." That's the thing about An'dren; he's not only clumsy-looking but actually clumsy as well, and it's clear he doesn't trust himself not to drop the box if left to his own devices.
"Nah, he's easy-going," P'draig replies readily. "Okay, here we go, lowering," the brownrider says and suits actions to words again. Once the box is safely down, he turns to address the issue of straps, getting safeties ready to take on the crate.
An'dren readily lowers the crate, and once it's on the ground, he backs away to give P'draig room, dusting his hands off before shoving them into his pockets. He watches the brownrider closely -- he's taking notes, maybe -- but otherwise, he stays out of the way until he's needed again.
It only takes a moment or two to loosen up those safeties, smooth them out long against Jekzith's brown side. "There," P'draig announces and looks over his shoulder, brows lifting a little at the close scrutiny. "All right, let's lift and then you can lean it against his side while I grab the straps from below and bring them around."
"Sorry," Andy says, ducking his head when he sees thos eyebrows lifted. "Thought maybe...might be helpful, y'know? Some day. If I ever decide to move, or commission pots, or some'in." He hesitates, then bends down to lift the crate again and rest it against Jekzith's side, high up enough on the dangling safeties that there's plenty of leather left for P'draig to bring around. Good thing about being tall; there's more vertical freedom.
"Gotcha," P'draig says, easy-going himself and lends a guiding hand to getting the crate up off the ground. Then he's quick about those straps, drawing them around the crate, clipping them in place so that they're leverage between them and the dragon's side. "Here's hoping you won't have to move much, An'dren," the brownrider says sincerely. "I'm hoping this is my last one too for that matter."
"I don't plan on it," Andy replies, shoulders locked as he tries to hold the crate steady for P'draig. "I like my weyr, and Riuth's happy with it, too, so. Hoping we'll stay for a bit." He shifts his weight a little, trying to get a stronger grip, and then wonders, "How're you going to get these to your friend?"
"Well, if I were smart, I'd just take them over to Fort now, but instead I'm planning to cook dinner and use these. So. Dinner. Dish-washing. Then packing them back up. But T'mic can help me that time," P'draig says with a little shrug. "And then they can stay at Fort, maybe on a nice shelf where they look all pretty," he says with a chuckle.
"They deserve to be used," Andy says, and then blinks. "What, on a shelf? Really? Seems a shame to just...y'know. Let 'em sit there and collect dust."
"Oh no no, just in between uses," P'draig exclaims with slightly rounded eyes. "They're meant to be used, definitely. They -- well they mean something," he concludes as the last strap is clipped into place. "Okay you can let go, I'll just slide another around the front to be extra secure," Paddy notes. He does so and steps back to observe their handiwork. "Paige. Her name is Paige. Greenrider." Brown and green.
That's a relief, then, to hear that the plates'll be used after all. "Paige?" Andy echoes as he once again steps back, leaving the space beside Jekzith empty so P'draig can slip that extra strap around. There's a moment's silence as he racks his memory for mention of the name, and then he ventures, with the hesitant tone of someone not quite certain what he's talking about, "I think Mic mentioned her before. She's...?" It's a question that's cut off before it can quite establish itself as a question, An'dren having decided almost immediately that maybe he shouldn't pry. "Um," he says instead. "You got it now?"
"Mm. Tiasheth's. From the last clutch at Fort." P'draig tilts a look over at Andy as that last strap is clipped securely in place. "If we lived at the same weyr, she'd be as much my weyrmate as T'mic is, most likely," the brownrider answers frankly, his eyes stay steady on the younger man's face for a moment then he sticks a hand out, apparently for shaking. "Thanks for the help. I really appreciate it."
Andy's eyebrows rise at the mention of another weyrmate; he can't help it. He won't ask, though, and instead just shakes P'draig's proffered hand and nods. "Yeah, no problem," he says. "Glad I could help." Then, because the job's done and he has room to think about other things, he glances towards the living cavern and adds, "If you don't need me anymore, I'm gonna run in there and grab a bite to eat. I hope you have a smooth flight up to your weyr, yeah?"
There's a brief grin for that reaction on Paddy's side of things as his hand clasps An'dren's briefly and a little nod. "Nope, just going to get these up, be along for a bite and a drink shortly myself. Enjoy the meal," the brownrider says and gives the other rider a little salute, before climbing up onto Jekzith's back for the trip up to the weyr.
Andy returns the little salute with one of his own, then trudges towards the living cavern, where there's a meal and a seat to be had.