I'm missing the very beginning of this log
Eastern Weyr - Commons Cavern
A grand stairway leads downward into the cool rock of the commons cavern, a place for socializing and relaxing, as well as an area that provides solid shelter from the seasonal storms of this area. One of the few caverns at Eastern Weyr, the rock here has been worn away by centuries worth of water movement, leaving a nearly glass smooth polish over much of the room. Rocky shelves line the walls on which electric lights covered with paper lanterns rest, providing adequate illumination for the area. High above are further light fixtures, enabling a wide range of lighting options here. A natural pool occupies half of the far end of the cavern and is supplied with heated water piped in by an ingenious techcrafter. All about the room are balconies of rock with stairs leading to them and small dumbwaiters for the purpose of delivering food and drink to their heights.
Tarrin and Tequoia sits silently at one of the tables nears to the serving table discussing something quietly, Tarrin looks a bit distant and down though he smiles to the young candidate across from him.
J'em leads Kershaw down the gallery stairs, the weyrleader has a winekin slung over his shoulder, of course, and Kershaw has a brand spanking new candidate's knot. "Barracks'll be through th'doors there." He motions toward the hatching complex. "Reckon there're still plenty o'cots left, maybe not th'best ones, but least it'll be a place ta rest her bones."
Kershaw nods his head, "Thank you sir, I'll be getting there soon as I get my stuff from the resident's hall." He gives a wave and heads out to gather his belongings.
Fiona emerges from the kitchens with a big plate of fresh, steaming meatrolls. It seems someone pulled caverns duty for their first chore of the day. She swaps it out for the mostly-empty plate of cooling rolls, putting the older ones atop the new, then dumps the dirty plate in the wash bin. She'll bring that in some time… when it's fuller. She scans the caverns for a moment, then grabs up a klah pot, heading towards Tarrin and Tequoia, "Klah?"
Tequoia looks up as J'em and Kershaw come through and oo's "Hey, that's cool looks like we have another. I do gotta try that mediation thing he was talking about." she then grins at Fio "Hi Fio!" she says brightly and then shakes her head "No klah for me." Course, she's pinging enough as it is.
J'em watches the young man rush off, shaking his head with a light chuckle. "Well, reckon that be taken care of. Searched by a non-Eastern dragon, s'amazin I swear it." Yes, the weyrleader is talking to himself, what else is new? Tarrin and Tequoia are offered a wave as the weyrleader heads towards the serving tables to grab himself, and probably Syra, some food and a skin of cooled water. He's fixin to take his meal to go, can't leave the sands empty too long, right? Even if the dam and sire are all protective and stuff.
Tarrin looks up thankfully to Fiona and smiles, "Yes please, Thanks Fiona." he stretchs a bit and says, "Maybe we should get her in on this plan as well." he looks curiously to Fiona then back to Tequoia."
Tequoia ooo's and nods "Oh yes! Fio too. Can't forget the Fio." she states brightly and beams at Fio "We get to help in the kitchens with egg shaped cakes after his cast comes off. Isn't that exciting? Gonna be Miho and Kayla and Mahlia." she grins. Is she excited? Nah.
Fiona tips the pitcher to fill Tarrin's cup, "Good to see that knot on your shoulder, Teq. I'll need my good luck charm on the sands, won't I now?" She glances over at J'em, then smirks. Yes. He's talking to himself. How cute. She's frowning when she looks back, though, "Mediation? Ya having problems with someone?" One brow aaaarches up, "Gonna be Miho, Kayla, and Mahlia what?"
J'em gets enough food to feed himself and Syra, and gives another wave of farewell before slipping back through to the sands, a clutchdaddy rider's job is never done?
Tequoia blinks at Fio and then looks a little defensive "Why do I have to be having troubles with someone to just try something I saw him doing?" she asks quietly. Nope. She's gone mum."
Fiona frowns at Teq, still holding the klah pot from topping off Tarrin's cup, "Well… generally ta do mediation you need to have a problem that needs to be mediated, Teq. If there's nothing to mediate, then why do mediation?"
Ur'con strides in from the direction of the hatching complex, almost idly fiddling with some papers and the semi-elaborate knot of the wingsecond for his wing…but he seems lost to his own thoughts as Pot and Kettle swoop and creel at him pathetically…well. Kettle's swooping…Pot's flapping frantically to keep himself airborne and creeeeling in dismay.
Tequoia lets out a breath "It's also good for relaxing or putting your mind into order. THat's what he said." she notes "IT doesn't have to be because I'm having any sort of trouble with. Well I don't have to be having trouble." she pushes at the rest of the food on her plate. She's only eaten about half of it, and is now just sorta playing.
Tarrin leans back in his chair as Tequoia speaks to Fiona remainng quiet for now.
Fiona blinks at Teq, then chuckles easily, "Teq, that's /meditation/, not mediation." She glances about, then sliiiides into a seat. She's /totally/ working right now, nodnod. The creeling of lizards draws her attention over to Ur'con and she offers him a wave. Her firelizards were scared off ages ago. They're probably sleeping. Lucky wherry heads. "Hey, Ur. How's everything holding together without me?"
Ur'con sighs a bit, and waggles the papers in his hand, "This is stacking up…and since I have every confidence you're probably going to come off of the sands with a dragon…it means I need to start looking for a sharding crafter replacement…P'ushme just informed me that she's expecting…that's /three/ in the wing now. Bloody something in Eastern's water."
Tarrin chuckles and says softly, "I can help ya for a bit Ur'con though I am not great with the paperwork."
Tequoia ohs a little and then grins "That's what I said. It's where you sit and have your butt go numb." THat's her story and she's sticking to it. There's a pause and then she hmms. "Course, he also said something about being able to twitch select muscles." She ponders that a bit and there's a slight flush and she then veers off the topic, well sort of, she changes tactics "Could it be the same whatever that caused Arolaeth to rise again? I know the dragonhealers have all been discussing it."
Fiona chuckles easily at Teq, "That sounds a bit… well, wherry dung, frankly. Meditation's about clearing your mind and all that." She gives Ur a sheepish sort of look, "Well… shards, how'd she manage that? Don't know what's got folks so certain I'm gonna impress, but I'd recommend either Tarrin or Jeyinshi as my temporary replacement." She gives Tarrin a searching look, "Both good, hard workers who will adapt."
Ur'con nods to Fiona, and then turns his amberish eyes on Tarrin, "Aye, I think that's a decent suggestion. Especially since you're on slow duty whilst your arm unbums itself. How about it, then? Care to work as Phantasm's undragoned wingsecond?"
Tarrin says, "I'd say I will take it temporty like, I am Fio there is gonna her her self a dragon get all trained up and be back with us so." he shrug a bit.
J'yn emerges from the infirmary, finally released from the healer's care after that darned feline got the best of him. The tall bronzerider is heading to grab a bit of food, hungry J'yn. The group gets a nod of greeting, though the man doesn't approach, not his weyr, not his business..or something like that.
Tequoia blinks a moment. Tarrin as wingsecond "But what about the baking? Will he have time still? We were going to help him bake eggs and decorate them with icing." she does duck back a little. After all, really isn't a good idea to contradict wingleaders and all. Right? And then well her attention shifts to that of the newcomer walking in.
Fiona chuckles easily, "I managed to keep teching, I'm sure he'll manage to keep baking." She holds the klah pot up to Ur'con, "Klah, sir?" See that grin, she's definitely half-teasing, then she spots J'yn out of the corner of her eye and turns to wave at him, "Hey, J'yn, good to see you finally broke free of the healers."
Ur'con snorts a bit at the Candidate's question, and offers J'yn a nod…but focuses his attention back on Tarrin. "Aye, fair enough. Still, I'll get ye a knot so you can remember the experience and show it off to your grandkids some day." That, it seems, is enough formality for Ur'con…as he reaches out, swipes a chair, and plops down in it. "Three sharding pregnant riders…and a batch of Candidates…what did I do to deserve this?" Ur'con nods to Fiona's offer, too, "Aye, klah…thank you Candidate."
missed some poses while moving
Tequoia wilts a little under that eyeing and swallows nervously and once again pushes at the leftovers on her plate. She doesn't say another word. Nope. Her mouth is shut even as she tries to sink into her seat. Well, there is one more word. A very quiet, and a very sheepish, "Thank you." As she listens to J'yn she nods her head in agreement, but no. She's pushed her luck enough she thinks.
Kayla comes out with a tray filled with mugs of klah, something very few if any are able to mess up. She listens quietly as she makes her rounds, offering the denizens of the commons a little bit of refreshment here and there, but otherwise staying out of the way, observing and learning rather than speaking.
J'yn's grin just might faulter a bit as the name is spoken, but the bronzerider is quick to hide it. "Tadarius, hmm? I know him, nice guy, photographer type. Met 'im a few times out there in the clearing. Missing fer some time huh? Odd, doesn't seem like th'type to wander off." Nope, the Iernien isn't worried about the Techie or anything. "And no one reported him missing, hmm?" Odd, but then, no one has probably missed him at Ierne either, truth be told, people disappear all the time, right? "Hope them nasty felines didn't get at him." That'd be bad, right? He runs a hand over his chest where it's still quite sore from his own brush with the large jungle felines. The 'foreign bronzer' will take one of those offered klah mugs from kayla, with a bright smile for the candidate. "So I'm guessin you've put out search and rescue riders then, hmm? Maybe I can be of assistance, trained in the guard barracks by S'dan himself afterall, when I was but a young buck." So he's actually been trained in search and rescue and policing, which could be useful, right?
Ur'con chuckles a bit at that, and nods, gesturing to the weapon J'yn's probably buckled on by habit, "I see that…or at least that you carry. Still, that's J'em's decision and none of my own…couldn't hurt to have another bronze about. Now that we've a young gold in the shell." Gee. thanks.
Fiona returns with a fresh plate of rolls, "Mahlia reported him missing. 'Sall I know, though." Fi's tone isn't particularly concerned, either, then again, it's hardly news that she and the photographer didn't really get on.
Tequoia shifts a little at Fio's words and then adds quietly "You didn't care, said it wasn't your responsibility." she murmurs and then ducks her head and looks imploringly at her friend to not be mad at her.
If there was a male that Fiona DID get on with, someone might be worried. Ur'con accepts offerings of klah and food with aplomb, and then turns to the paperwork he was ignoring earlier…that's one heck of a stack…Faranth help whoever has to read his chickenscratch handwriting.
Poor J'em?
J'yn chuckles quietly, "Dunna think m'father will deny me helpin with findin a friend of mine." J'yn and J'em may not get along the best, but there is still that respect between them. "Orionth an I shall inform him we'll be helpin out." Yes, inform, not ask.
Fiona frowns at Teq, "I was a candidate by then, Teq, I didn't say I didn't care, I said there was nothing I could do and to talk to the weyrleader and weyrwoman." She glances at J'yn, then back at Teq, "And I don't particularly like him. He was entirely disrespectful the first time we met and the second he tried to ask me out." She glances over Ur'con's shoulder, then snorts darkly, "That has to be at least the seventh time K'fal's reported so little income."
Ur'con laughs, despite himself, "Lass, you forget the first time I met you, you gave me a look that'd burn firestone and decided I was the rudest bronzerider you'd met so far."
Tequoia looks startled "He asked you out?" Her jaw just drops open in surprise "Wow. I mean I know you like Ur'con an all." Yeah, lets just forget the man is sitting right there. "But wasn't that so sweet though that he did? He likes you." Aww.
J'yn glances back and forth amognst the Easterners, chuckling quietly to himself. Though he has nothing to add, so he merely finishes his meal and his mug of klah and proceeds to feed his two firelizards quietly.
"T'weren't me he was disrespecting. He was disrespecting the Weyrleader and weyrwoman, talking down on 'em." Fi offers Ur'con a rare soft smile, "And you proved me wrong and helped me learn to see better." At Teq's words she practically slams the pot down on the table, "No, sweet is telling someone you're interested and they're any number of positive attributes. 'Faranth, you're sour. Lay off 'em. You should go to dinner with me.' is not sweet. It's disturbing."
Ur'con snorts despite himself…okay, he tries not explode klah over the table at Fiona's comment. Pft.
Tequoia jumps as the pot slams down. "Okay, so he fails in the delivery department." she notes and then tilts her head at Ur'con "But you would ask her out a little more suavely than that, right?" she asks "Though I guess you can't now though, can you?"
And, a pot slamming down is J'yn's cue to skedaddle. And so the tall bronzerider gets to his feet, carrying his plate towards the kitchens for washing, before he turns about to glance around the cavern once more, but then he's slipping out of the cavern towards the clearing, off to speak with his father perhaps.
Fiona sticks her tongue out at Ur'con, still glowering, "He said it to get a rise out of me and he got what he wanted. I don't like people I barely know coming on to me. Makes me feel dirty." She turns her gaze to the pot and sighs, "The white knot has a lot of attributes."
Ur'con chuckles at that, and then sets his klah and food aside, "Unfortunately…I need to get this finished." He begins to rise up…and the smiles to Fiona, "Try and behave, eh? Attributes or not."
Tequoia shakes her head a little "Well, I don't think he's really creepy. Though that camera thing of his is a little weird. Though I was hoping we could get something printed on fabric." She bites her lip a little "I hope he's not dead."
"Running around takin' pictures of folks is creepy. I doubt he's dead." Fi gnaws on the inside of her lip as Ur starts to stand, "I try. Ur, can I… I mean… bah!" She gives up on asking and just leans up and kisses him on the cheek, then blushes bright red, "Good luck… with the paperwork…"
Ur'con touches his cheek for a moment, and then looks at Fiona like she's grown an extra head, wings, and the ability to breathe fire. "Aye, well. Yes. Indeed. Good luck with the kitchenin'…I'm sure you'll have less fun should stable duty make it's way to you."
Tequoia stares at Fio too and then she lets out a woot and then covers her mouth and giggles. She'll keep her mouth shut at this moment for now, but she's smiling brightly from ear to ear.
Fiona's blush deepens. Oh, to be able to crawl into a hole right about now. /Especially/ with Teq whooping like that. She swallows audibly and her gaze doesn't come up to look at him when she murmurs, "Rather have stables than infirmary duties."
Ur'con chuckles at that, and shakes his head, "Just don't let that happen again, Candidate." He touches his cheek again, and then turns back to his paperwork. Ah, the joys of being a Wingleader. Too bad there's never going to be Thread again!
Tequoia sighs dreamily "So beautiful." ah the romantic notions of a teenager. "I'd rather infirmary than stables." she states and wrinkles her nose a little at the thought of smelly runners.
Fiona's lip wibbles, then she reaches for the klah pot with a dark scowl, "I'll trade ya, then." Then she storms towards the kitchens to refill the pot. Fi gets no loves.
Fio gets love, just not the sort she likes. Teq loves Fio. Honest she does.