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Chores were sometimes the only real chance Martirae had to really see some of her fellow Weyrlings. Either they were in the other class, or simply she and Anakumath were pulled from certain lessons to focus on other ones that suited the position of a non-fighting dragon. It didn't entirely bother her. Not that she didn't want to know the others, but her already cool disposition had already pushed certain more sensitive personalities away. The most sensitive personality of them all, however, seemed content to step into that void to bridge such distances.

Bagging stone was almost a monotonous task once one knew what stone needed to be tossed into a 'for Weyrling practice' pile or 'Yep, that'll kill thread real good' pile, and many people found it a good time to chat when normally they couldn't. Anakumath took to it readily, settled in the sand of the bowl and looking over the others who were gathered with their own lifemates. One, in particular, stuck out to the young gold - Moirath, I have not had a chance to get a good look at you as of late. Are you well?

The questions coming in at a mile a minute didn't bother Anakumath, who leaned in to gently bump her head against her cousin's. It is necessary, though, and not all things necessary can be exciting all the time. We have been learning a lot about caravans and tithes and meeting so many people. We spent some time with your mother and her rider just earlier this week. While Fianth loved them all as her own, however, such affection didn't keep her from missing her own mother. How would you make things more interesting all the time, Moirath?

Martirae had paused in her sorting to look at her lifemate, if only to acknowledge what she was up to - to know where she was and how she was doing. Though she did not really have to do that with her eyes. She looked away when Veltanna settled in next to her. "Perhaps," she agreed, perhaps more stiffly than intended. A gentle mental nudge from Anakumath advised her to be just a touch less guarded with herself. "I focus on her and I focus on our tasks. It keeps the rest from being a tidal wave that tries to wipe out everything all at once. It's all different than what I thought it would be," she'd thought there was nothing tying her to Western, after all. Small sore spots said otherwise.

"It's always cold." she added after a moment.