While worn and well-used the scrap wasn't all that old to begin with. Only a few weeks ago the scrap had been fresh and crisp but the constant ware and use had softened and creased the piece until most would think that Niz had had the scrap for turns. On this little scrap, Nizhoni had scribbled all sorts of important notes and ideas but to most it would seem childish and a bit hard to understand. After reading her scrap for a few heartbeats, Nizi took out a carefully wrapped charcoal stick and began to jot down a few more notes to jog her memory later.
Just what was the Pyrite rider working on? Why pranks of course! There were several new weyrlings for her to break in and the former cook's helper didn't like to repeat her pranks for the same weyrling class. She did have a few golden oldies that she relied on but when the young woman had time she was always dreaming up new schemes. This evening was no different and soon her hands had smudges of coal dust all over them. Mitzii scolded the woman from the Moonstone's perch on the lady's shoulders but Niz turned a deaf ear to the familiar sounds. "Hush, Mitz,' She murmured as she waved one smudged hand towards the small creature. "Mama's thinking," Niz muttered as she scratched at her chin with the now free hand. Unaware of the markings now lining her face, the Pyrite rider continued to plot and plan her next big bout of fun.