Logs:Kellar Meets The Weyrleader
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| RL Date: 14 January, 2013 |
| Who: K'del, Kellar |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Kellar meets K'del! |
| Where: Living Caverns, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 20, Month 10, Turn 30 (Interval 10) |
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| Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr Stalactites hang high above this enormous cavern like a jagged chandelier or an inversion of the Spires themselves, but shadows cling to them instead of light. Below lie great tables arranged in rows, each large enough to serve a fighting wing, while in the nooks and alcoves around the cavern's edge sit more sensibly-sized tables, from six- and eight-seaters down to intimate spots for just a couple of diners. The only really open space is around the kitchen entrance, smelling of food and rarely quiet, and by the nearby serving tables with their long buffet of the day's offerings. Tapestries on the smooth walls -- some faded and others newly woven -- only slightly mute the sea of sound when a meal is in full swing, but they add cheerfulness augmented by the glowlight from wall sconces and the centerpieces of each table. Still, shadows always creep along the ceiling and into the mouths of the exits -- the myriad small hallways at one end of the cavern and, at the other, the twisting tunnel to the bowl near an array of coathooks and and hatracks -- and late at night, when the glows are allowed to dim, the chamber can seem very dark indeed. Kellar's eye widen as he recognizes K'del's knot. Kellar stands up and bows to K'del "Good evening, Weyrleader" K'del, his cheeks red and his hair windblown, stops rather abruptly as he's addressed; something flickers abruptly in his expression and then dies into something more neutrally formal. "Good evening," he returns, digging his hands into the pockets of his jacket, studying the young man. Kellar says, "I'm Kellar. I was just posted here from the craft hall."" Kellar says, "Um, the Smith craft hall, I mean." "It's good to meet you, Kellar," answers K'del, patiently, letting the corners of his mouth turn up into a smile, and studiously not looking in the direction of the serving tables. "Welcome to High Reaches. How are you settling in?" One of his hands draws itself out of that pocket, lifting so it can run through short-cropped curls (though it makes little difference to its general tidiness). Kellar says, "Oh, I'm settling just fine. It's not like an apprentice has much stuff to settle." Kellar grins "And I've made a decent set of blacksmithing tools already, so I'm pretty much set."" Kellar seems a bit at a loss for words. "It's a... a beautiful Weyr you have here." Kellar says, "The roast herdbeast is very good."" K'del laughs, a low chuckle that has him grinning by the end of it. "Suppose that's true," he agrees. "Pretty sure I owned next to nothing, when I was your age. Built it up over time, though." Of his Weyr, he positively beams: a look of quiet pride. "It is, isn't it? Best Weyr on Pern... just don't tell the others, right?" His gaze slides towards the serving tables, and he nods: "I'm looking forward to it. Been a long day." Kellar smiles as he sits back down and picks up his mug again. "Enjoy your dinner, Kellar," says K'del, firmly. "And best of luck here at High Reaches. I'm going to go and get some food, but--" He gives the young man a nod, still smiling. "If there's anything you need, do ask. The Headwoman, or... you know, anyone. Someone will be able to help." Kellar says, "Thank you, sir. I appreciate it." K'del gives another sharp nod of his head, digging that hand back into his pocket, and rolling back his shoulders in a way that suggests exactly how stiff he is. "You're most welcome. Good luck." He then turns to go, heading across the caverns towards the serving tables, and the food that's waiting there. Kellar sits back and takes another drink from his beer mug, and looks around the cavern, exporing the shadows with his eyes. Across the caverns, K'del ends up sitting with a group of wingmates, disappearing in amidst the crowd. |
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