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.
S'dan says "Whyat you need to do, Miho, is banter a lot more. Or just listen to the way the riders bait and banter to each other, the way they talk about their dragons. It isn't so much what they say to you as it is how fast you can deliver a line right back. And the more silly or outragious the better."
Mihoyan nods as she listens, no doubt making mental notes on all his advice. "I'll pay attention to their words more. I guess I have to tone down the reactions."
S'dan nods. "Yeah, that's another thing. Your emotions were all over your face. You were like five shades of red there." He smiles at her.
Fiona enters, her feet dragging a little, and moves over to the buffet line, picking and choosing food onto her plate.
"IT wasn't five shad—oh wait….um…you're just jealous I can turn pretty colors!" Miho says the last bit in one of those eager-to-please tones. "Was that good? You know…I think I'll go write this stuff down!" And then the glasscrafter is standing taking her empty glass and ready to head back to her hut, passing Fiona on the way and giving her a little wave.
Outside of the commons, there's the quiet disruption, so common to a Weyr. A dragon, landing outside, with a greeting rumble to all the rest lazing about the main clearing. Those who know bronze and rider will recognize the sound of Darlth coming in for a landing: he always hits the ground with that not-so-subtle *WHUMP*, and his masculine, basso rumble is one of a kind. A few moments later, Ur'con comes sauntering in. For a man splitting his time between Eastern and Xanadu, he's around Eastern more than not…likely to be the case until Sahazyth gets heavier with eggs. He makes a trundle-line right towards the serving tables, and grabs up a plate with a smile for Fiona… "How's my little grey raincloud today?"
S'dan says "Well, not bad for a stop. Keep working on it. You'll do just fine!"
Fiona glances up at Ur'con as she pours herself some klah, "Drizzly." Still, she manages a light smile for the bronzerider, "How are you and Darlth?"
Ur'con waits for Fiona to finish with the klah before he picks the pot up for himself. "We're quite fine, thanks!" He takes a roll, and then saunters off again, leaving Fiona to follow him. Or not. He's headed for his wing's table, though it's rather bare of wingmen at the moment.
Fiona trundles along with her wingleader without a second thought, "How're you handling the split time? How much longer is that shiny rust bucket going to be keeping poor Darlth captive, d'you think?" She pauses a beat, "The paperwork's piling up, yanno."
Ur'con laughs a little, "That's why I have wingseconds!" But he's in good humor, "I'll go handle some of it soon as I have some food in me." He snorts a bit, "How much paperwork could possibly be piled up?" And then to no one in particular. "I think we were better off when Thread was falling. Far less dangerous than paperwork. Papercuts can be so nasty!" Oh, hoh, he's in a great, fine mood.
Fiona chuckles lightly, "I've been working my sharding tail off on it, but I swear it's reproducing over night. And P'ushme's been stuck in the infirmary. The last greenflight was a little… violent, I guess." She looks over at S'dan and waves, but it's up to him whether or not he wants to join.
Ur'con makes a face, "Eastern and it's females! Who…nevermind, I'm sure the paperwork'll show up with the info…" Obviously no one in HIS wing or he'd have heard about it! "Still…least Sahazyth was an absolute lady compared to some I've seen."
Fiona groans slightly, "Couple of males, a blue and a bronze, I think. Don't know much more'n that. But it's kept P'ush and P'ushme up to their elbows." One brow arches at him for a moment, then she shrugs, "Don't let Darlth get any ideas."
Ur'con snorts, "Ideals of what, Fiona? The /only/ way I'd consider transferring Weyrs would be if for some stupid reason Darlth caught a senior..and given it's taken him near 20 turns to catch a gold at all? I don't think that's likely in my lifetime." He grins a bit, amused. "There's dozens of golds…but there's only a handful of Seniors…and most of them seem to be pretty well pairbound."
S'dan wipes his hands on a napkin and waves back at Fiona and to Ur'con. "Hello!" he greets. "Welcome back home, Ur'con." Inwardly S'dan is cringing at overhearing about Seniors and pairbonded. Like that ever meant anything to some people.
Ur'con waves back a bit, albeit casually, to S'dan! "Hey, S'dan…everything looking good with the search and rescue?"
Fiona snorts softly, "Ideas that Eastern queens aren't ideal. Don't want him spending too much time poaching other Weyrs." She glances at S'dan as he approaches, frowning slightly at that cringe, "You okay, S'dan?"
S'dan eats the last of the roast wherry with gravy lunch that he's got. "Doing fine, thanks! I'm fine. How are you?"
Ur'con nods to S'dan. "Fine, except for trying to be in two places at the same time. It's a bit better…Briana's a fine girl, but she's young…" Yeah. Apparently, a bit too young in Ur'con's eyes…or something. "And I wasn't saying that Eastern queens weren't ideal! Just a bit more…forceful in personality!"
Fiona snorts softly, "Riiiiight. She's, what? 16?" She snorts again, "Child." She'd keep teasing him, but S'dan's expression still has her concerned, "Hardly seems fair, S'dan, y'all worrying about what's eating at me without allowing me to worry about you."
S'dan says "Oh, I'm not worried about you, Ur'con. You'll manage fine, I'm sure."
Ur'con nods a little, though he glances at S'dan again, with slightly uplifted brows. He waggles a fork at Fiona…as if he'd make a comment…and then thinks twice. He has another sip of klah before he does speak again, "So…what /is/ bothering you today, my dear techcrafter?" His pair of flits come from nowhere, to try and beg bites…as if they weren't getting fed or something! Liars.
Fiona snorts softly at Ur'con, "Could be the rapidly reproducing mound of paperwork I'm trying to manage between keeping the whole sharding generator complex working." She winks, though, her tone completely light, "Or maybe I"m just tired."
S'dan gets up and takes his plate and glass over tot he kitchen to be washed.