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 | log = The Living Cavern might usually be described as a chaotic place with the frequency and volume of visitors partial to taking meals or least-ways snagging food for meals elsewhere, but on a day like today, it holds a certain calm, almost eerie in contrast to the usual hustle and bustle. Perhaps it's only in contrast to the wind whipping about thick lashes of snow out in the bowl, but today this cavern is a refuge. Mid-morning sees most people already at work and not yet come for the mid-day meal, so only a few scattered faces populate the cavern. One of the faces is the slightly sooty face of Wakizian. He hovers by the serving table, one plate in hand, the other hand eating from the plate, his eyes darting towards the servers as they arrive to clear the serving table and replace dishes. Like a wherry waiting for the opportune pray to come along, he dances in among the servers to snag a bite of this or a spoonful of that, then back off a few feet to continue his munching.

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 | what = Geography harp(er)ing, klah, beauty supplies, introductions, discussion of crafts. Then, Brieli fills in Vienne on the tale of two goldriders, and Vienne tells Bri a little of Oswinth.

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 | what = Geography harp(er)ing, klah, beauty supplies, introductions, discussion of crafts. Then, Brieli fills in Vienne on the tale of two goldriders, and Vienne tells Bri a little of Oswinth.
 | when = Day 6, Month 12, Turn 30
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 | quote = Benden? That's by Boll, right?

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 Her own grin mirroring the bluerider's - been there, yes? - Brieli pushes out of her chair and finally, finally undoes her coat. Finally warm. Nodding. "With the hair. The big one, the gardener, yes. He seems nice enough, it just seems... I mean, we don't have ''roommates'', do we?" She looks at Vienne like, am I the only one who's not crazy? Weyrmates, maybe... Glancing over her shoulder, she notes lightly, "Wait too much longer and it'll be dinner. And yes. Next time, ''certainly''. It's not as if I couldn't use one." Another wry quirk of lips for that before she offers the bluerider a wave, drops her mug with the dirty dishes, and makes her way down into the caverns. Where there is no snow.
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	Vienne isn't about to cast any judgement on who is smarter, Brieli or Iesaryth, but she does share wry little grin, conspiracy and commiseration in one. Her eyes narrow on hearing Barnabas' nickname. "Bones? The guy with the..." Her hand comes up to describe a bit of insanity about the head region. "Hair?" And if that's they guy, well, her glance flicks off in the direction that Azaylia headed in, as if she might spot the Weyrwoman now and give her a second look with this new information. There's another question on the bluerider's lips, but this one she keeps to herself and in no small part because Brieli has things to do. "And I should actually get something to eat." It's why she came, after all, some time ago now. But realizing that she's spent all of this time sitting here, talking, no food to occupy her, she looks on the goldrider with an expression that's pleased and maybe a little surprised. "Next time, a drink. I think that's what we said last time."		Vienne isn't about to cast any judgement on who is smarter, Brieli or Iesaryth, but she does share wry little grin, conspiracy and commiseration in one. Her eyes narrow on hearing Barnabas' nickname. "Bones? The guy with the..." Her hand comes up to describe a bit of insanity about the head region. "Hair?" And if that's they guy, well, her glance flicks off in the direction that Azaylia headed in, as if she might spot the Weyrwoman now and give her a second look with this new information. There's another question on the bluerider's lips, but this one she keeps to herself and in no small part because Brieli has things to do. "And I should actually get something to eat." It's why she came, after all, some time ago now. But realizing that she's spent all of this time sitting here, talking, no food to occupy her, she looks on the goldrider with an expression that's pleased and maybe a little surprised. "Next time, a drink. I think that's what we said last time."
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	Her own grin mirroring the bluerider's - been there, yes? - Brieli pushes out of her chair and finally, finally undoes her coat. Finally warm. Nodding. "With the hair. The big one, the gardener, yes. He seems nice enough, it just seems... I mean, we don't have ''roommates'', do we?" She looks at Vienne like, am I the only one who's not crazy? Weyrmates, maybe... Glancing over her shoulder, she notes lightly, "Wait too much longer and it'll be dinner. And yes. Next time, ''certainly''. It's not as if I couldn't use one." Another wry quirk of lips for that before she offers the bluerider a wave, drops her mug with the dirty dishes, and makes her way down into the caverns. Where there is no snow.		Her own grin mirroring the bluerider's - been there, yes? - Brieli pushes out of her chair and finally, finally undoes her coat. Finally warm. Nodding. "With the hair. The big one, the gardener, yes. He seems nice enough, it just seems... I mean, we don't have ''roommates'', do we?" She looks at Vienne like, am I the only one who's not crazy? Weyrmates, maybe... Glancing over her shoulder, she notes lightly, "Wait too much longer and it'll be dinner. And yes. Next time, ''certainly''. It's not as if I couldn't use one." Another wry quirk of lips for that before she offers the bluerider a wave, drops her mug with the dirty dishes, and makes her way down into the caverns. Where there is no snow.