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Another day at the Weyr, another dirty deed gets a couple of errant teenagers in trouble. "Don't even be thinkin about runnin off either. I've got me eyes on you two," the head laundress gruffs at the two girls, whom she's gotten on sock sorting and matching duty. They're situated near the laundry, each with a large basket full of socks in various shapes and sizes. It might take them all day to find the appropriate matches. Farideh is squatting next to her basket, grumbling under her breath. Her hair has been knotted on top of her head, her usual clothing exchanged for a skirt and apron; her cheeks are flushed, one would assume from the heated laundry cavern. Her companion looks likewise annoyed, but keeps her comments to herself, avoiding the brunette's gaze altogether.

Enter... someone who really should not be in the laundry caverns at all, ever. Least of all in an unsupervised capacity. Weylaughn steps in with a bag full of clothes - presumably - hugged to his chest and with a terribly grim look on his face. Of course hes dressed as elegantly as he can be - today is a day of deep blues contrasted with white accents, from tunic and cloak to shirt and trousers. "Excuse me, ladies.." is generally announced, while his gaze roams about the cavern in what would seem to be an aimless search, "but could- ah. Ah-ha! Farideh, is it?" Of course it is. He might not be looking -at- her, but he's looking in her general direction and thats good enough, right? His imperiousness swiftly turns into a positively purred: "I could use some assistance, if youve a moment."