Laundry. Everyone dirtied their clothes eventually, so in a Weyr, there was always a mountain of washing to do.

No one escaped that chore if they weren't busy tending to a dragon. Certainly not Rosannah. Shards, part of her daily tasks involved rinsing extra color out of all sorts of fabric, and preparing others that were set to be dyed for the Weyr's use. As a result, she spent a lot of time near the laudry tubs.

Where she stood not, her sleeves rolled up above the elbows and her hair pulled up into a messy ponytail that sprouted like a tree from the crown of her head.

"A little more there," she murmured as she scrubbed against a washboard. "And a little more here and soon you'll be nice and clean. And smell better," sje added like she was sharing some great secret. "After all, no one likes a stinker, do they?"