Klah and Apprentices

Monaco Bay Weyr - Common Caverns
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 Monaco Bay 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.


The soft early morning shadows linger under the heavy foliage. There is a heady smell of perfume from a white, trailing vine; moisture captures the new rising light of the sun in what Cinnitha calls the healers' anteroom. At one of the tables near the bar someone is asleep at the table, head cradled in their arms, long curly hair covering the face and trailing over her shoulders. She has the blue smock of an apprentice in the healers and what would seem the exhaustion of one, too.

Taeleena from the main caverns below comes a form, average sized and quite feminine. Taeleena is drying her hands on her apron, looking around, going to the bar and asking for a mug of Klah. She notices the sleeping healer apprentice, and, being quite familiar with tired healers,endeavours to be as quiet as possible, not wanting to awaken the other woman.

Glasses have to be rinsed and racked even at the crack of dawn. The person cleaning the bar apparently has no love lost for a sleeping apprentice; the racket is just enough for the young woman to lift a face creased by her sleeve and open an eye. "By the first egg, I was completely asleep," she yawns scrubbing her face. "Klah! Excellent idea!" she pushes back her chair and goes to the bar. "Morning," she wishes the aproned woman.

Exhaustion is a spreading symptom here, today. Grit, grime and a bit of dirt trace their way around forearms near his elbows, the remnants left behind of what he has since washed away. Work overnight? Or just an early morning. Bleary eyed and with an unpaced step and no real direction. Until the words 'Klah' rise aloft in the air and his head turns. That sounds magnificent. Towards the bar to ask for the same thing. "Klah, Please."

The young woman offers her a grateful smile still tinged with sleep. "That was very kind of you. Thank you." She wraps both hands around the klah mug and inhales it before taking first a careful sip then a longer one. She puts the cup down with a sigh, "You really know how to treat a girl." She addresses the woman with a faint smile and a nod, "Cinnitha, apprentice here, actually from here but just returned from Benden. Nice to meet you." Barely glancing up she makes room for the latest of the bleery eye, "Another klah, please."

Taeleena grins, and offers a hand. "Taeleena, Journeywoman Baker. I'm posted at Dolphincraft, but I'm helping out at Monaco for a few days…" As she does, the equally sleepy Smithcrafter is asking for Klah, and she does the same thing she did previously. Unlike the other two, she's wide awake, as she's been awake for a few hours, having finished up with helping cooking breakfast. "I'm originally from Honshu, though."

Ah. Klah. Roriandor's hands wrap around the warm mug and brings it in close. A nice huddle to discuss all the poor things his hands have been through this morning. "Mmm…Telgar." Because thats understandable. The young man finally glances up, and over towards the two women. "I'm from Telgar. Well. Born, Benden craft-raised and off here. To..Well. I'm sure someone will tell me what I'm to do here." Just butting himself into this conversation here.

The shadows turn a luminous green as the sun rises behind the three at the bar, two still huddling over the klah that may kick start them awake and one awake enough to feed them klah. After another good dose, the young healer pushes her hair back from her face and give the woman her hand. "Oh, you are one of the ones responsible for the good food we get here. I hear that not all the Weyrs are as spoiled as we are for their cooks. Honshu. That's a long ways, what brought you here? And if you are the one making the eggs recently, can we keep you?"

She looks around the cook to the one from Telgar. "Morning, I'm Cinnitha. Do you want more klah? I'm ready for more myself."

Taeleena giggles. "My Ma and her green bring me here….But seriously, I'm here to oversee the kitchen for a few days, as things are pretty slow at 'phincraft at the moment, and it's also working towards my Senior's knot." She offers a hand to the smith as well, then grabs the third mug of klah to arrive, finally getting some.

"I /just/ got this cup. Its a bit too hot to drink yet." Roriandor does sidle up onto whatever is next to Cinnitha, be it a stool at the bar. Maybe he was going to ask a bit more, or say something else. His mouth opens and hangs open, then Cinnitha is asking a bunch of question. Taeleena gets her hand shook, "I have enjoyed the eggs lately. I've only been here a few days, and it was a very nice welcome."

A second cup is put in front of Cinnitha without ceremony and she pulls it front of her. She stares down into like it is going to tell her her fortune before taking a tiny sip of the scalding liquid. "Ah, not enough sleep. We have all the crafts up here this morning. I didn't catch your name, I'm sorry. I'm Cinnitha," as she says her name a green blur makes a very direct line to her shoulder and explodes into the mass of loosened curls with a proprietorial whir to its wings. "And /that/ is Sunlit."

"Roriandor. Its okay. I'm not entirely sure that I said it at all." Elbows thump heavily upon the bartop, and the firelizard gets him looking about. Is his around? "I have a blue..Haven't named him quite yet. And he was particularly attached to bed this morning. I'm sure he will come find me when he wakes up." Klah is sipped slow and long, gaze upon the woman beside him. "Hm? A healer's apprentice? I hope I don't see you often. Well. When you are working."

Taeleena had been distracted by another of the Bakercrafters, who'd had a question for her. Finally, she's able to turn her attention back to her klah and her conversation-mates. "SWrry about that.

"You, too," delighted, she turns to look more fully at the young man. "A blue? Sunlit," she chucks the firelizard lightly under the chin, "was an utter surprise. The second day after arriving home. There were two clutches found on the beach apparently. I wonder if yours is from her clutch or the other one?" Looking over her cup after another sip, "There are a lot of us just returning home. You said you were from here, right?"

"I am not from here. I grew up near Telgar Hold. Trained at Benden. Got here a few days ago. My firelizard is from here though. We must've missed each other." Roriandor glances back towards the young baker. "You know..I haven't gotten anything to eat this morning…" A tiny hint, hanging in the air.

Taeleena raises an eyebrow. "Well, service is still going on downstairs," she mentions in a dry tone. Nice? Yes. Pusover? No. "I'm on my break, and Bakercraft Journeyfolk are not serving drudges." Her smile is just a bit less pleasant than before…

Cinnitha stifles a sharply amused smile at that exchange and wisely sticks her nose into her klah for another sip. Sunlit side eyes the smith when the healer gives him a minute shrug of her shoulder and a little you-get-what-you-dish-out nod. "Do you go back for the lunch service soon then?" she asks Taeleena. "I think I may be hungry myself, now that I'm awake." She puts the cup down to stretch her arms behind her.

"I would never insinuate such a thing. Just. Wondering if anything was hiding back there. I wouldn't want to abandon two lovely drinking companions just for food." Roriandor takes the riposte well enough, smiling at her poking jab of a response. He finishes off that hot cup of Klah and seems all the better for it. "Its really interesting being so close to the sea. I'm not used to that."

Taeleena nods. "I apologize then, for misunderstanding. Anyway, service is still going on, so we can get food. I need to before we start preparing for luncheon. I have to actually plan the menu for that, so I have to go a bit early." She stands, the smile as bright as before, and leada the way. "Would you two care to join me?"

Giving a tug to her slept-in smock Cinnitha nods, "With pleasure. /You/," she says addressing Roriandor, chin high, "may come along, too. This one is always hungry so I will snag something for her, too. I bet your blue will be hungry, as well."

As if just the thought of food in Roriandor's head was enough to rouse him. POOF. A blue pops into existence in the air and plunges down to settle oh so artfully upon the young man's shoulder. A kazoo of sort noise emanates from the blue. "Yes. Food. Yes." To the firelizard, then the man stands up and pushes the cup forward on the bartop. "I would be most grateful to come with you."

"Do you hear that," Cinnitha murmurs to Sunlit as they walk down to the Commons, "you are a bottomless pit which is synonymous with firelizard." The young woman giggles at the image she receives. She is right behind Rori as they go to get into line for their food. Freshly cooked eggs and smoked porcine fill the air with their rich aroma as well as the rich red of freshly cut meat for the firelizards. Sunlit rises and flaps her wings at the smell.

The blue's tail wraps around Roriandor's neck easily as they wait in line. Flicking up to tickle his earlobe and set his nose to scrunch. "Gah. Stop." A hand bats it away until he can finally get food onto a plate and zip off towards a table. Big enough for him, plus other ladies and firelizards. "I'm going to be over here…over there!"

Taeleena ducks back out of the kitchen, then down the line of food, making sure everything is being well stocked, motioning towards an apprentice to restock them. She then slips into like behind Cinnitha, grinning. "How's the selection," she asks. "We try to keep it as wide as possible." She gets a cuple of sweetrolls (a family specialty in her case,) as well as bacon and eggs, then heads to the table that Roriander has saved.

It might be winter at Monaco Bay (and in the rest of the South), but all it means in this paradise is less sweltering and more moderate, though still warm temperatures…plus more rain. Tropical-type rain usually tends to be of the thundery variety, but today, it's just a showery style of precipitation that falls steadily, bringing the humidity way up. Kaitlyn's lovely hair is the first victim of the weather, its long, dark red locks drooping in their braided ponytail, some of her spray of bangs sticking to her forehead. The Harper doesn't look too happy about this, but something else is much more important, right now: the creeling, lumpy-bellied gold on her right shoulder. Auraura's eyes spin the red of hunger, and when she catches the scent of rawe meat, her owner has to clap a firm hand on the preggo firelizard's back to keep her in place. To the bronze 'lizard upon her other shoulder is noted tartly, "*No*. Stay there, and I'll fetch it for her. Not even *your* babies, you silly little man." It's on her way to the almost-always present bowls of meat that the sea-foam sarong and light top clad dancer takes note of all the others gathering around to feed their own bottomless pits…and nods pleasantly to all of them. "I see you have your own precious bellies to stuff…" the tall and regal woman smirks in throaty aside. To Taeleena is noted, "Are there more of those sweetrolls?" Someone else is peckish, besides her gravid queen.

That must be the allure of Monaco Bay. The passing seasons and times never really seem to hang its frost or baking heat upon the bay. If Roriandor was thinking happier thoughts of his move to here, he might come to appreciate it. But for now, the passing of the tide pulls at his mood more than it does as at ships tied off on its piers.

This table is the center for hatchling it seems, at least a blue and a green both decided to tussle over a single morsel of meat until Roriandor hisses at the blue and the starry hided male backs down and returns to him. Eyes lift from escapades to find the Harper's approach and eyebrows lift. Maybe sarong-clad women will make the locale brighter for him. Until she speaks, and eyebrows furl like sails in a coming storm. "Uhhh…probably."

The meat has Sunlit's attention when the newcomers arrive in the hall. But the little green snakes her head around after snatching a mouthful of meat from Cinnitha's finger to look, eyes whirring as she pulses image to the young woman. Gravid. Bronze. Interest. "What has gotten into you this morning?" Cinnitha hisses only half in anger at the green after she launches into a tussle with the blue. The blue. If hers is sunlit than the blue with his starred hide is Starlight. Plates piled for the two of them, the young woman does not stint herself and places a sweet roll to balance on top. She wends her way to the table to sit with her new acquaintances.

Taeleena nods to the newcomer. "Plenty of them. We were making them first thing." She grins at the harper. "Please, feel free to join us," she says, as she makes her way to the table, and settles down, being the only one who doesn't have a firelizard." She sips a bit of klah.

"Let me guess, young man: you're a dockworker or part of a ship's compliment…" Kaitlyn notes airily to Roriandor's words to her, a little mischief playing behind diamond-grey eyes. Looks like he and Taeleena are the ones to answer her question, and the journeyman Harper notes warmly to both, "Please point me to them, if you will?" As far as squabbling Sunlit and that starlit blue go, well, it's just another day at the Weyr for Kait, and she focuses on keeping her own pair of winged stomachs in line…though the woman comments to Cinnitha, "Is she young, or maybe ready to mate if not…" is inquired in jazz-siren tones. Then it's back to business. Soon enough, a nice bowl of raw meat is acquired, and without much fanfare (or delicacy), Auraura is tucking into it with the gusto of the pregnant, her sounds a mix of happy and a little feral as Kait sets her down on that nearby table they seem to be gathering at. Mikhayl hops down to the tabletop as well, and quietly watches over the golden leader of his faire…the human one relegated to the back of his mind, at the moment. "Thank you…" is noted politely to Taeleena's proper words of joining them, the Harper settling her rump down on a chair, and looking around at the other humans and their pets. "I would guess your lovelies are newly acquired?"

Roriandor shakes his head slow at the newly arrived Harper. "I am newly transferred here from Benden Hold." A bit of eggs get lifted from plate to mouth as more questions get bounced around the table. Starlit blue is doing much the same, moving about the table to greet newly arrived firelizards. "Mine was very very recent. Since I arrived here in fact. I haven't quite thought of a name yet." There isn't too much talking from him, just between eating.

"Yes, it would seem. I am newly returned to the Weyr and my second day here Sunlit made her decision. I can't speak for the blue," the young woman replies amiably. "I don't have a lot of experience with them, I may be the first in my family, at least my mother's side," she adds thoughtfully, "to have one. Any advice you have will be welcome." Her eyes rest on the firelizards sorting themselves out at the nearby table and her smile widens.

"My name is Cinnitha, and though born here, I've just returned to finish my apprenticeship as a healer. Well met."

Taeleena offers her hand to Kaitlyn. "I'm Taeleena, Journeywoman baker, visiting from Dolphincraft hall." She smiles at The harper. She glances momentarily at the fireizards. "They certainly a well behaved little faire," she comments. "My sister Zareena's little brown is an incredible troublemaker. his group,. by comparison…" She trails off, the turns back to the conversation. "And what of you, Miss," she asks Kaitlyn. "Where are you from?"

"Even I'm wrong once in awhile…" Kaitlyn notes around a seasoned hint of a smirk-smile when Roriandor naysays her guess of his origin, a laugh given only by grey eyes as he speaks of his new blue firelizard. "Monaco is riddled with the little beasties, I'm afraid." Kait sounds more humored than not, giving her pair an indulgent look before returning her level gaze to Cinnitha as Kait settles her long back into the chair, tucks into the sweet roll she acquired earlier. Mmm. "Welcome back, good Healer apprentice Cinnitha." For the other three is noted, "I'm Journeyman Harper Kaitlyn, posted to this good Weyr we're all at, currently." So says the knot and its colors at her shoulder. As for advice, "Feed them well, but from your own hand for the first month to insure your bond is strong. Be kind and fair with them, but teach them how to behave well, or you'll have a troublemaker on your hands the rest of your life." Let *that* one settle in. One more tidbit: "They're all individuals…a bit like a mix of feline and canine in ways." Her head turns to Taeleena's introduction of herself, a grin brightening the Harper's face at word of the other being a Baker. "Hopefully I can acquire more of your goodies before you move on, good Journeyman!" Kait's already nipped through half of her current sweetroll. As for troublemaking firelizards, there's a small nod and a touch of fingertip to her nose. Spot on. Again, to the Baker is noted, "Originally? Paradise River Hold…and then Harper Hall before I transfered here." Her smile is like a cat that got the cream.

A sweet roll is turned to after eggs and meat are gone through. Not a man for much idle chitchat while theres food to be eating. But some Harper Snarker will get a reaction. "Being on a ship for a week was fun enough. Not enough to make an indelible impression in me though." His sweet roll is munched into now, distracted while Starlit is clambering from table to shoulder. "Roriandor is my name. From Benden Hold most recently." A calmer firelizard after food drapes itself over his shoulder.

Taeleena is in the middle of eating her food, listening intently….until onde of theother journeymen from the kitchens comes out to whisper in her ear, causing her to shake her head. "It was nice to meet you all," she says, although with a definite glance at Cinnitha. "But I have to go, I'm afraid. Time to start planning luncheon…" She stands, and makes her way into the kitchen…

Food, indeed, does a calmer firelizard make. Sunlit also returns to her and snuggles into the wild curls of her hair to peer out. The healer can continue eating her own rapidly cooling eggs and uses the sweet roll to finish cleaning it with. "I say, the other Weyrs can not hold a candle to the food here and the baking! I do hope you stay."

Pushing her plate away, "Thank you for that. I do not let her know who is boss all the time, but she doesn't seem to be mean tempered. Perhaps some greens are less mean tempered," she adds, hopefully. Mischievously, Cinnitha leans across the table to mock whisper, "I believe he is among the Smiths."

"Then I *was* right…after a fashion…" Kaitlyn notes brightly to Roriandor, pointing a long index finger at him for emphasis for a moment before returning to eating her roll. "Mmm…delicious," is cooed out. "Well met, Roriandor who is originally from Benden Hold." Wink. "See…he was just terribly hungry," is noted to the young man of his newely acquired blue. "You'll be losing sleep for a month to feed him correctly, but it's worth it." Her own pair are behaving pretty well, the bronze sometimes rubbing his chin on his queen, the gold slowing down her consumption of meat, finally. "She's almost as much of a pit as she was when she shelled…" Kait notes with a smirk of Auraura. A finger waggling wave and a "Ta-ta, dear!" is given to the departing Taeleena, Kaitlyn then nodding to the Apprentice Healer's words while lightly patting her flat tummy. "I must agree with you. Even better than much of the food at my home Hold…and *that* is delicious!" Grin. An idle fingertip now reaches out to trail over Auraura's chest, the gravid gold sighing in delight at the attention as she finishes her meat…and graciously offers the last scrap of it to attentive Mikhayl, who takes it with all delicacy before tossing it back into his maw. Must placate the faire members. A lost of brow is given to Cinnitha's sotto voiced words of Roriandor's potential alliance with the Smiths, and she notes back in the same tones, "Well, he's not the super- buff, shirtless specimen of a Smith I saw some sevendays ago in the company of two of our goldriders, at least." Brow waggle, smirk.

Loft of brow, waggle of fingers is too much to let Roriandor stay at bay. "Not all of us smash metal against metal endlessly. Or such." The sweet roll is finished and a shirt hem is used to wipe his mouth from the sweetness. A wink towards Cinnitha though, since they seem to be delving towards almost salacious talk now. "Not that anyone has had fault with my body as it is." He stands then, leaving a scrap of sweetroll upon his plate. "Invite me to the beach if you want to see me without a shirt."

The young healer ducks her head with a smile for the seeming flirtation that passes between the Harper and the Smith. "It could be a song, The Saga of the Harper and the Smith. 'He lifted his mighty tongs and beat, hard the metal while his thoughts on her did dwell…" Cinnitha colors a pink to match the dawn's rosy light.

"Sorry, I got carried away." Lips pursed in thought she proposes, "But if you two should like to go to the beach, I remember there are tidal pools that are very nice to float in down at the southern end of the beach. Just a thought."

She rises as well. "I had my sleep and breakfast, too, now back to the Infirmary with me. A pleasure to meet you Kaitlyn. You, too, Roriandor. If the notion takes you to go to the beach you can most likely find me in the Infirmary."

"Testy, aren't we?" Kaitlyn grins at Roriandor's retort, the woman flicking her free hand's fingers upon the air in negligent fashion. "Some of you actually tweeze metal and plastics and fit them together, I've heard." Eye-boggle, lash-bat…smiirrrrk! The shirt-hem wipe of mouth *does* garner a small wrinkle of nose from the cultured Harper, however. Of the beach, there's a lazy, "I've other things to do." More important, maybe? Auraura's lured back atop the Flamehead's right shoulder, with bronze Mikhayl soon hopping up to her other, the pair rubbing their cheeks against Kait's jawline. "I have some intensive hide oiling to dispense." Already, the lumpy-hided gold is scritching at her distended belly a little. To the Healer, Kait notes around a smile, "Yes, the tidal flats are a delight…though it appears we both have our work to do." Wink. "Good eve to you both. Another time, I'm sure." And up Kaitlyn stands, to stride off with a dancer's grace towards the Crafter's complex area.


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