Post by Kilnarak on Jun 28, 2010 2:43:25 GMT -8
[ Pre-hatching, for Candidates who had chores repairing stuff around the feeding pens. ]
It was a gray morning - the sort of morning where you just want to sleep in a little bit longer and end up out until noon. The sky was overcast with a hint of rain to come, likely in the form of a drizzling mist later in the day. Teagan had woken up early, as she usually did on days when she had chores to see to - while she had been given no set time as to when she had to see about getting her work for the day done, she prefered to get it out of the way in the morning, while the air was still and crisp.
First, she had done work in the garden, but lately she had been told to help with fixing fences and pens about the simourv feeding area. When she had first arrived, at the place, the idea of the great birds slaughtering farm animals had sickened the girl a bit - it was one thing for people to do it, quick and efficient, but the idea that they might play with their food, like a cat with a mouse, torturing it slowly or eating it still alive distressed her a touch. Looking at the sometimes blood-spattered 'feeding zone' as she thought of it, Teagan couldn't help but think on it - at least initially. Now that she had been here a number of times, however - both during lessons and for her chores, she had grown more and more used to the idea. Or rather, more and more used to not thinking about the idea - she had never actually watched the simourv eat, and so she told herself that she couldn't know one way or the other, and that had to be enough.
Today she skirted the 'feeding zone' and moved to the pens made for holding poultry. Currently, the pens were empty, the birds let loose to wander about a small enclosure and eat thrown seed. Teagan's job for the day was to fix a number of holes in the wire mesh of the pens walls - she wasn't entirely sure how the holes got there, whether the birds had torn them, or if some small predator had made them to get at the fowl. It didn't really matter, either way - she hadn't been told to find a way to prevent further damage, simply to fix what had been done. Repairing it, however, would involve removing the old mesh from the walls and replacing it with new, un-torn mesh. It was fairly simple, all things considered - or it should be, at least - it was simply time-consuming.
Teagan didn't much mind the labor, however - it felt good to be doing something with her hands, and it reminded her a bit of working with crab traps on her da's boat. It was a similar concept, as the traps were miniature cages. A hammer, nails, and a rolled length of wire mesh at her side, Teagan began to work at prying the old mesh off of the enclosure - taking her time with it, as she had nothing else to do with her day.
It was a gray morning - the sort of morning where you just want to sleep in a little bit longer and end up out until noon. The sky was overcast with a hint of rain to come, likely in the form of a drizzling mist later in the day. Teagan had woken up early, as she usually did on days when she had chores to see to - while she had been given no set time as to when she had to see about getting her work for the day done, she prefered to get it out of the way in the morning, while the air was still and crisp.
First, she had done work in the garden, but lately she had been told to help with fixing fences and pens about the simourv feeding area. When she had first arrived, at the place, the idea of the great birds slaughtering farm animals had sickened the girl a bit - it was one thing for people to do it, quick and efficient, but the idea that they might play with their food, like a cat with a mouse, torturing it slowly or eating it still alive distressed her a touch. Looking at the sometimes blood-spattered 'feeding zone' as she thought of it, Teagan couldn't help but think on it - at least initially. Now that she had been here a number of times, however - both during lessons and for her chores, she had grown more and more used to the idea. Or rather, more and more used to not thinking about the idea - she had never actually watched the simourv eat, and so she told herself that she couldn't know one way or the other, and that had to be enough.
Today she skirted the 'feeding zone' and moved to the pens made for holding poultry. Currently, the pens were empty, the birds let loose to wander about a small enclosure and eat thrown seed. Teagan's job for the day was to fix a number of holes in the wire mesh of the pens walls - she wasn't entirely sure how the holes got there, whether the birds had torn them, or if some small predator had made them to get at the fowl. It didn't really matter, either way - she hadn't been told to find a way to prevent further damage, simply to fix what had been done. Repairing it, however, would involve removing the old mesh from the walls and replacing it with new, un-torn mesh. It was fairly simple, all things considered - or it should be, at least - it was simply time-consuming.
Teagan didn't much mind the labor, however - it felt good to be doing something with her hands, and it reminded her a bit of working with crab traps on her da's boat. It was a similar concept, as the traps were miniature cages. A hammer, nails, and a rolled length of wire mesh at her side, Teagan began to work at prying the old mesh off of the enclosure - taking her time with it, as she had nothing else to do with her day.