Latrines

Spotless and clean, the toilets shine with the glow of units well-worn from the numerous backsides of residents of Southern. The left half is for skirts, the right for pants, and there is a little protest petition tacked up under that skirt sign… something about discrimination, with a Serval rider's name prominently displayed.

The afternoons are times for relaxing between drills, perhaps catch up on errands or catch up with a friend? For Talya, however, it is making sure that the latrines are spotless and clean for the lovely tushies of the Southern Weyrfolk. Even with the good mood that she and her lifemate have been in (and no doubt Turahaimajusuth has announced to all the Weyr if they didn't know yet that he was going to be a father), there is nothing that can make someone in a good mood to get latrine duty. Instead of getting to the cleaning, however, the brownrider is actually resting upon the wall next to one of the freshly cleaned latrines with her legs spread out in front of her, taking a breather. There's a mop and bucket beside her too, likely moving onto that next but there's very little motivation to do it and, surprisingly, the place is empty while others go on to enjoy the day.

Presumably, Ryott wanders into the latrines for the usual reasons, but the sight of the brownrider sitting on the ground with mop and bucket has her pulling up short and promptly forget what she was doing there in the first place. "Ew, why would you sit on the floor here? Some people have really shitty aim," she asks, pun totally intended, as she makes her way over to where Talya is sitting and leans one shoulder against it, crossing one foot over the other as she props herself up. "So what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" she deadpans down at the older rider.

Talya tenses at the entrance of what is probably a latrine-user, but she doesn't get up off the floor. Especially not when she realizes just who it is— or rather who it is not, like the Headwoman, an assistant or Faranth forbid the Weyrleader himself. She relaxes again and gives a soft chuckle, "I just felt the urge to come clean up everyone's nasty mess from their excretions for no apparent reason." She waves her hand vaguely in the direction of the nearest latrine. "And I'm sitting here proving that I did such an amazing job cleaning that I deserve the break. The smell kind of grows on you. And don't worry, I cleaned up this spot at least, but I wouldn't trust the others if you have a needed to hide out in here as well." She moves her outstretched leg to toe the mop bucket. It's been used. But her eyes turn upwards to narrow in question at Ryott. "You aren't here to check up on me that I'm working, are you?"

"Oh right, you're one of those that got demoted over the Hatching…" Ryott recalls as she crosses her arms over her chest, perfectly comfortable in her stance as she looks down at Talya. "They really did give you the shittiest of jobs huh?" she states the obvious with a dry chuckle. "And no, not here checking up on you, just…saw someone I didn't want to run into." Like Treista, who the junior weyrwoman has been avoiding lest she ask about reports long past overdue. "So your brown and Theidith huh? That's going to make for some fun times on the Sands," she observes in an off-hand kind of way.

"That too," Talya laments about being caught. The young goldrider is going to get an eye roll for the pun but then Tal can't help her own brief huff of laughter as she looks at her surroundings yet again. "I'm wondering if this assignment has to do with that specific Flight win that Tura got lucky with. Maybe requested for Ardstelle to be extra mean to me before I get to go back to full rider status." There's still no intention of picking up where she left off in cleaning, however, and she raises her brows to Ryott and gives her a secretive smirk. "We can only hope, right? Do you have any hopes for what you expect this hatching will be like, weyrwoman?" Oh yeah, there should have been some saluting involved from this current Jr Weyrling ranked rider. There's no offer in fulfilling the respect though, at least not yet. "From one hatching to the next… and right after it'll probably be you." And she can only grin at the idea of the triple trouble they can get into by then.

"Hmmmm, possibly. Can't see M'kel being happy with a female ridden brown catching a gold, especially one who is a known for such blatant insubuordination," Ryott raises a brow speculatively in Talya's direction. "That was well done by the way. Did you have to pay off the guards?" she asks with a mild curiosity, and not at all condemning the brownrider for her 'crimes'. Wrinkling her nose at the use of the title, the teen flicks her fingers in dismissive annoyance in Talya's direction. "Just Ryott, and for fuck's sake, don't salute," she states with a shudder at the distaste for the Weyr's hierarchial formalities, it goes with her dislike of the spotlight, unless it's one of her own devising. "I hope more people take yours and others' example and defy M'kel's stupid edict," No mincing words for this goldrider, "And I'm sure Ulrika won't be as easily cowed as Treista was." Yes, you heard that right, she's openly talking shit about both Weyrleaders. Good thing they are all alone in the Latrines, right?

Talya can't help the shit-eating grin that starts to grow on her face; it's not often she sports one of these when she's sober but her resume in irritating the Weyrleader is just fun to hear. "It's a fact that I don't like to give my marks freely if I don't have to," Tal states with a smug look. "And from what I hear, the guards had no idea what was going on," she lies blatantly with her eyes wide in attempted innocence. Doesn't work well with that grin still in place. She's certainly in a good mood even after scrubbing the shit bowls, and likely having more to go. "Right, right, I didn't think you'd be into all that ever since you Impressed but have to be certain just in case there are spies around." It is not said intentional at all, not knowing the teen's previous occupation. She does sit up off the wall and gives the latrines a look around them. "Not too loud now, these caverns do echo sometimes," she warns, but does go right along. "I have to wonder how the Weyrleader is going to react to one of Tura's meltdowns if he comes up with more strict regulations for this particular clutch."

Chuckling softly at Talya's smug look, Ryott shakes her head almost imperceptively, "Uh huh, sure," she doesn't looks at all convinced, but she won't poke too much. A brow quirks up with amusment at the mention of spies in the area, so the teen leans forward conspiratorially, and lowers her voice. "That's the problem with spies, you never know when they could be around," she deadpans softly before straightening once more. To Talya's warning of speaking softer in her critisisms, she snorts rudely, "I don't fucking care if someone hears me. It's my own fucking opinion and I have a right to voice it," she replies with a touch of irritation in her tone that she dials back with a clearing of her throat, averting her gaze to some other random spot on the wall. She's still looking away at Talya's last, but scoffs softly at the thought, "Probably blame his emotional outbursts on the fact that he bonded to a woman, and use it as proof that you all," she means women on fighting dragons, "are too fragile in the emotions area for the task of fighting thread. That's just the kind of guy he is." Her tone looses some of it's neutrality as it takes on a biting edge.

Given everything that is happening around the Weyr, Talya has a suspicious look to her eyes at Ryott's comment about spies. She's quiet for a brief moment as she takes those words in, then shakes it off with a chuckle that is more for herself than for the goldrider. "You've made a good point, definitely voice it. Just hoping it doesn't sabotage Tura's first and likely only clutch into being conservatively reserved for men both on and off the sands. For all we know he'll double check every non-rider's gender from entering the grounds personally." That would be quite the feat to think about, but somehow Talya has her fears on what could come next. As Ryott continues, it certainly sobers up the brownrider and she's no longer grinning or even smirking. There's a scowl coming across her face instead at the teen, though it's truly directed towards the Weyrleader. "You're right, he probably would say that. It's just how Tura is and I'd fucking dare him to say that to my face if he tries to make excuses. I can't wait til anyone else becomes Weyrleader and we can kick this guy back to Telgar."

With her teenage bravado tempered by the brownrider's worry, Ryott sighs, "I have a feeling my opinion doesn't greatly matter to those in charge anyway. I'm not exactly the model of weyrwomanhood if you hadn't noticed." She turns her gaze lazily back in the direction of the woman on the floor with an easy shrug of her shoulders. "I'd like to see him try. Yorprith's clutch is proof that Southern's riders aren't going to tolerate his shit. And with Ulrika and you on the Sands…well you're both clever individuals, I'm sure you could think of something to help influence the dragonets in their choices on Hatching day…" she muses, her look searching Talya's to see if she catches what she's throwing out there. "I would pay good marks to see him try to say it to your face, but like I warned Ulrika, punching people is probably not the best course of action these days. Hopefully, when Amani returns to her duties, this madness can end and we can send Treista back to Telgar with him."

"It matters," Talya states, backing up the sentiment with a serious face. "You're one of our weyrwomen, and you have a Southern-born queen. Your opinion definitely matters to the rest of us, which brings up morale that not everyone that has some authority at this Weyr are backwards misogynistic assholes." She does seem to consider her hints, giving a slow nod of her head. "Tura does like his candidates to be pretty." Not that this one trait of her lifemate's is going to fix the bigger issues and prevent the same restrictions that was placed for the last clutch. "But I can tell you we'll be there, on the Sands, as much as we can. We'll definitely be doing what we can," is said with that smirk coming back into play. She starts to push off the ground finally, rising and stretching out stiff muscles from the position she was in. "It probably isn't the best option, but it certainly is the one that'll make me feel better. I bet he'd have something to say about how weak women punch too, and I'd just love to knock some teeth out to prove him otherwise." She snorts at the idea. "I'm very interested to see how you make his life miserable if he's still around when your Wrayth clutches next." It's all a matter of time.

"You've all got Ulrika and Amani for that," Ryott replies, shaking her head in response to Talya's sentiment, "I much prefer it when people underestimate me anyway, lowers their expectations which is just fine by me." She tilts her head in consideration as Talya talks of Tura's preferences in candidates. "Well maybe some of those pretty girls could be made to be aquainted with the eggs in some unadvertised manner…." she offers helpfully, wondering if Ulrika is already thinking the same thing as her, she wouldn't put it past the older junior. She leans back a bit when the brownrider rises to her feet, eyes following her closely. "You and countless others no doubt. But I doubt he would take that level of disrespect with simple demotions. I wouldn't put it past him to transfer the more rebellious element out of here." it's pure speculation of course, but Ryott prides herself on her ability to read people and M'kel, for all his propriety and seriousness, seems just fanatical enough to go with desperate measures.

Talya gives her head a slow shake even as she leans back against the wall this time, studying the younger girl. "Wrayth chose you for a reason, hard to underestimate you for that knot alone." She studies the girl briefly, more of a sweep as she tries to put her thoughts together. "Then it's morale in a different way. Someone that's ready to break the rules with us insubordinates, instead of those more willing to be true to their knot. I know I ain't ever going to be joining the high ranked crowds, as much as Tura hates that." He can push her all he wants but at the end the brownrider is going to keep her nose down and away from ranks and weyr politics. "Oh, I have no doubt he'll want to show off the eggs, so long as Theidith allows. This is her first clutch, I hope she's kind enough to share." Not one of those possessive and angry clutchdams that hate having people near her eggs. There's some louder voices that carry into the latrines, perhaps someone coming in to use the other side of the room or perhaps just stopping briefly in the hallway. Whichever it is, she moves back to her mop in an attempt to look busy. Just leaning against it for now, she'll work her way up. "With the way Southern still is, I doubt they can truly afford getting rid of us for good. Experienced riders are needed or we'll lose weyrlings as fast as we can produce them…" The thought makes her look away sadly.

"I'm more and more convinced she chose me because I am someone who would break the rules," Ryott replies with an affectionate sort snort for her lifemate. Adressing a previous comment of Talya's about what she has planned for Wrayth's future clutch, she just lets her lips curl into a barely there smirk, "This and that, don't want to ruin the surprise for you." She even drops one lash in the barest there wink for the brownrider. "Rank is overrated, and more work than it's worth. I'm not sure why anyone would seek it out willingly," she shakes her head, long bangs falling into her eyes, turnign her head quickly in the direction of the voices as they grow nearer, her earlier bravado fading a bit as she furrows her brows in irritation at the people doing necessary human functions. "Then he'd do trades or something," she replies, her voice much lower now. "Just…don't underestimate the guy. He gives me the creeps, and that's not easy to do."

"From what I heard, I have to wonder who is keeping who in line sometimes without burning the Weyr down," Talya wonders about the larger of the new queens, giving the girl a grin this time to show she doesn't mean it in a bad way. "Sounds like you both are just what Southern needs in our trying times here." Rebellious goldriders to inspire to rise up against leadership… They can hope it really doesn't come down to that and certain people go away eventually! "Perhaps we can catch a drink sometime and you can share your ideas of what I can… help with during this clutch. I have no idea what being the rider of a clutch parent entails, actually." If there is anything specific besides plotting out how to foil the Weyrleader's plans. She certainly is going to be doing that with Ulrika as well to figure things out as they progress. She pulls out the mop and it gives a wet plop on the ground. She gives a shudder at the creepy comment. "I ain't sure if I'm insulted he feels I can't take the full punishment the male riders are taking or glad to be dismissed so easily. Rather be ignored by him than observed. Thanks for the warning though… Only so much I can put up with though." Eventually she might snap.

"It's a fine balance we walk," Ryott replies cryptically to Talya's first with a dismissive flick of her fingers to the brownrider's next, "Please, my motives are purely selfish." The last thing she wants is for people to think she actually cares, it would completely ruin her reputation. To the suggestion of a drink, she scoffs with a shrug, "Aren't you supposed to be restricted?" she points out the obvious, "Sure, we can even do it in my weyr to cut down on those pesky spies," an odd kind of amusement in her tone. With one final sigh, the mini weyrwoman pushes herself off the wall and rolls her neck to release the tension there with several audible pops. "Don't be insulted by anything that asshole says or does, his opinion isn't worth shit. But if you do go for him, a little head's up would be appreciated, I would be there in a heartbeat. Anyway, the way is probably clear by now, I should get back to things…" which probably means finding more effective ways of shirking her duties without being caught. "I'll catch ya later troublemaker," she says with a bob of her head in Talya's direction.

Talya gives the goldrider a wry look at the question. "Restricted… yeeah, of course. I didn't mean it had to be alcohol." The rider that was punished for not following orders is certainly following them now, right?? … not likely. At least she's not getting caught doing it, wherever she may be doing it. She's staying sober publically at least and probably had a drink or two in secret, or else she probably wouldn't have been in that great of a mood doing these chores. "I'll be sure to give you fair warning if it starts building up to that. I wouldn't let you miss that show.." And since her conversation partner is leaving and they are no longer alone in the latrines, she honestly does get back to cleaning by moving the mop. "I hope to be seeing more of you around, Ryott and good luck keeping away from" She realizes she never caught the name of just who she was hiding from. "everyone." It works. The brownrider gives a parting wave with one hand before putting her back into the scrubbing.