Logs:Meeting Geviaur
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| RL Date: 19 June, 2014 |
| Who: L'sha, Geviaur |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: L'sha meets a new transplant from Monaco. |
| Where: High Reaches Weyr Living Caverns |
| When: Day 12, Month 1, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: R'hin/Mentions, R'vis/Mentions, M'kris/Mentions |
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| 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. L'sha pauses at the entrance of the living cavern to stomp the snow off his boots and remove his gloves before he resumes striding into the living cavern to get a bite to eat. He's careful not to dislodge a tiny, dark blue firelizard that his curled around his neck, asleep, like some sort of living necklace. He tucks his gloves into his belt and makes a beeline to the serving tables. Geviaur is already well settled in, having staked out a spot adjacent to the serving table. Long legs stretched before him, comfortably slouched in his chair, with a sizable plate of food that he's picking at, mostly with his fingers, like a proper gentleman. His jacket is slung over the back of his chair, dripping slowly on the floor much to the distaste of one of the caverns women that passes by him, but in response to her dirty look Gev tilts his head back and gives her a perfectly charming smile, dimple and all. The fact that he's mid-bite on a leg of some kind of poultry surely doesn't detract. L'sha makes himself a plate of mashed tubers, wherry and a light salad, then pours a large mug of klah. He turns back to find a place to sit, glancing at Geviaur as he does. He then does a double-take and veers toward the man. Approaching an empty chair at his table, he smiles brilliantly at the man and asks, "Mind if I sit here?" As if he couldn't pick a chair at any other table in the nearly-empty cavern. Real subtle, L'sha. Subtle or no, the greenrider is welcomed with much the same smile as Geviaur had bestowed on the passing woman. Easy, a little cheeky, and its with the wherry leg he's working on that he gestures towards the empty chair with welcome. He does,however, have the decency to swallow before replying aloud, "Be my guest." In fact, he'll go a step further, wiping a hand on the leg of his pants and then leaning forward to stretch it out to L'sha. "Geviaur." L'sha sets his plate and mug down and takes a seat. His smile falters a bit as the man extends his hand, but he grasps it and shakes firmly. "L'sha, green Rillaeth's rider, pleased to meet you! I haven't seen you around before, Geviaur, where are you from?" The blue around the greenrider's neck stirs at the scent of food. All sets of eyelids open, revealing bright green eyes. The flit yawns mightily and looks around. Geviaur's own grip is firm and thoroughly calloused. "Good to meet you, L'sha, green Rillaeth's." Introductions made, he settles back to his lounging and goes back to picking at his food, pulling strips of wherry off the bone with his hands to pop in his mouth. This does not, however, impede his conversation. "Monaco. My brother's in Savannah wing. I followed once that whole mess happened. Been settling in I suppose. I'm a smith. Keeps you busy." L'sha's eyes flick downwards, then back up to Geviaur's face. With a smirk, he says, "They grow them big in Monaco, I see. Don't know any of the Savannah riders. Well, I know the wingleader's name, R'hin, but that's about it. They're a rowdy bunch, they had a poker game once a seven when they transferred here the first time. I could hear the noise all the way to my weyr. I think it'll be...interesting now that they're here permanently. Or whatever the situation is." The little blue uncurls and hops down onto the table, sniffing at L'sha's dinner. "Oh! This is Azurite, I just impressed him recently! Isn't he cute?" Geviaur doesn't seem to object to the once over, obligingly stretching out a bit more at the comment on his size. It is substantial. He's well aware, and not shy. "My brothers are bigger. I'm the shrimp of the family," he says, deep voice plainly ammused. "They're a good bunch. Know a few of 'em pretty well. My brother's R'vis, brownrider, if you happen to see a leaner, larger version of myself hulking about." He gives a shrug, smile turning to a smirk. "Interesting is a word for it. Wasn't the most of 'em would have wanted to go. But I suppose... new opportunities and all." Meat finished and bone set aside, fingers licked clean and wiped on a napkin. Then the little blue is given an appraising look, Gev's brow arched. "Adorable." It's a foreign word, coming from his gruff voice, but he's willing to go along with it. "Useful little things I've heard." L'sha's mouth quirks in slight distaste at Geviaur's table manners, or lack thereof, but it quickly turns into a warm smile. "You're the shrimp? I'd like to meet the others, then." He shakes his head. "Don't know R'vis, sorry. I heard there were troubles with the new Monaco weyrleader, that's why Savannah's here again." He grins at Azurite and offers him a morsel of wherry. "Right now he's just hungry all the time, but once he gets bigger, he can carry messages, packages, all sorts of things." Azurite sniffs the bit of meat, then chomps on it and makes short work. "I just have to train him. And train him not to bite me when he's hungry." The greenrider holds up a finger, showing a healing bite mark. Geviaur nods, leaning back further in his chair with his hands laced behind his head as he watches the smaller rider. "'Trouble'. Something like that. Not totally clear on what happened myself. But my brother was banished, so here I am." He grins, as though it's the weyr's good fortune to have him here. "Cold, I must say. I miss Monaco's weather, but other than that, can't say it's much different." He listens regarding the firelizard with faint interest, enough to keep him nodding along as the greenrider talks, and enough to make an appropriate grunt at the sight of the bite on his finger. "Seems a lot of trouble for the reward, then. How long does the training generally take? Never paid the beasts much mind before." L'sha chuckles. "Get used to the cold, it's not going anywhere. I grew up here, so I don't mind it too much, but even I sometimes slip off to Ista for a few hours now and then when I'm not busy. Get yourself a nice llama wool sweater, it'll warm you right up! I'd offer to knit you one, but I don't think I'm good enough for sweaters yet." He scritches the little blue as it munches the wherry, then shrugs. "I'm not exactly sure, I've never Impressed one before, but I suppose it should take about a month or so. Blues aren't quite as bright as bronzes or golds, though, so it might take longer." Azurite launches off the table, his wings a blur of activity, and zooms around the living cavern. "Well, you let me know when your knitting's up to scratch," Geviaur says, grinning again, looking at L'sha as though he's a bit of a fascination. "I'll commission one off of you. You a weaver before you got hitched to a dragon?" He watches Azurite's flight with appreciation, then turns his attention back to hsi food - not much left, the plate is soon clean. L'sha's eyebrows rise at the way Geviaur's looking at him, then his eyes lower a bit coyly. "Oh, no, just a little hobby of mine. Learned some from the lower caverns women, taught myself the rest." He grins. "If I get any better, you'll be the first to know so I can knit you one." The mood is ruined, however, as Azurite backwings to a landing on top of the greenrider's head and promptly curls up again. L'sha cleans his plate as well, then stands. "Well, it was a pleasure meeting you, Geviaur, but I must be going. Got an early day tomorrow, like always. See you around!" Geviaur raises a hand to wave the greenrider off. "Good to meet you, L'sha. Take care of that little blue." |
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