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 The bowl's vast dirt floor extends in a rough oval from west to east, only sparse clumps of grass surviving between the crisscrossed pathways of daily traffic. To the northwest stand massive gates to the world beyond, allowing people, livestock, and tithes to pass beneath some of the seven jagged spires that stand sentinel over that area of the bowl. In late afternoons, their spindly, fingerlike shadows stretch over that end of the bowl all the way to the living cavern's hulking brass doors in the far north.
 Eastward, the bowl sprawls on toward the lake, sloping slightly downward to allow runoff from rain and snowmelt, but to the south it's caged by more cliffs of dark, rough-cut granite. Rocks poke up from the ground here, a few large boulders and many smaller outcroppings worn smooth in spots by time and use. A few ground weyr entrances dot the wall, the most frequented ledge set up like a patio while the largest ledge services the Weyrleaders' complex, directly beside the huge entrance to the hatching sands. A more human-sized entrance, left of that, leads to the galleries.
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 The dawning of another day sees everything in the Reaches covered with a fine layer of snow and the sky as a murky gray-white blanket of clouds that hang low over the spires. Temperatures plummeted overnight, bringing the chill into the caverns – a chill that they’ve been trying to dispel all day by keeping the fires going in the hearths. It is only midday when Farideh chooses to trek out into the winter white oblivion. She has somehow found an oversized coat with a felted-wool collar, that she has pulled up high around her ears; the hem brushes her ankle boots. Rosy dots of color stain her cheeks, her breaths appearing in the air as hazy puffs. Her hands, gloved, come to press the woolen collar more securely to her ears, keeping out the frosty bite of the wind. Dragons are moving slow through the bowl, their riders barely distinguishable if it wasn’t for the dark riding gear. She is standing off to the side, occasionally stamping her feet in the snowy-sludge on the ground, probably to keep the cold from seeping further into her bones. Had she any sense, she would be inside, working in the steamy warmth of the laundry, but as it is.. she isn’t.
 Early is not H'vier's favorite time of day. He much prefers night, when it's more acceptable to be drinking and looking for some sort of companionship. Early just means work. Or, like now, a trek to the caverns so he can get himself klah after very early, very boring, very cold sweeps. He might be aware of Farideh's presence insomuch as she's another person, but in the snow, in her get up, and in his focus for something hot to drink, the large bronzerider doesn't recognize her as the specific person that she is. Granted, he might ignore her even if he did.
 Each face that passes the laundress on their walk to the caverns gets a focused scrutiny. It is hard to recognize who is whom, trying to see beyond the layers of wool, leather, and other outerwear. Today, it’s not even H’vier that Farideh’s looking for, by her crestfallen expression, but she’ll take what she can get. She says a muffled - by the collar over her mouth - “H’vier,” and tries to circumvent into his pathway; if he doesn’t see her in enough time, they may collide, but she’s hoping for those rider reflexes to kick in and save her as she plants her feet solidly on the ground, and in his path.
 It takes him a second to recognize who's blocking his path, but he doesn't say her name until he's come up just short of running into her. "Farideh. What do you want?" he asks cooly. Which is probably better than angrily. Maybe he's not interested in murdering her for telling Tayte about them anymore. His gaze lifts to look past her, then he starts moving to step around and continue toward the caverns. She can follow if she wants to keep talking to him.
 “I was looking for someone. Can you—“ Disquiet piques her brow as he starts to walk away without ‘’waiting’’. “Where are you going? How can you ask me a question and ‘’go’’?” Farideh reaches out both hands to make a grab at his sleeve, angling to wrap them around his arm and keep him from progressing any further unless he means to take her along. She’s frowning at him, but doesn’t look nearly as amused or pissed off as she did at their last meeting. That, of course, doesn’t mean anything has changed. Another rider shuffles past them in pursuit of the lower caverns.
 "I need klah." ''Need'', woman. "Can't you walk and talk at the same time?" H'vier has paused again, though, and he doesn't even pull his arm away from her grasp. He just looks at her, expectant now for her to ask whatever she was going to ask.
 “Klah..” The words are echoed blankly, at first, and then Farideh starts patting herself down, from the waist up until she hits on ‘’something’’. She undoes a button just enough to slide her hand in and procure.. a flask; it too is probably borrowed, like the over-sized (man-sized) coat she wears. Holding it out, she tries to snuggle her chin back in the collar and manages enough so only her nose on up is visible over the edge. “I have to wait for C’far, and,” she pauses and looks out at the overcast, snow-covered bowl, “it would be ‘’nice’’ if I had company. Besides, we have a few things to talk about.” That sounds hopeful – or, not. Hazel eyes come back on rest on the bronzerider at the end.
 The usual contents of a flask are apt to make H'vier ''more'' tired, not less. But he doesn't seem to care about that, because he reaches out to accept it without much consideration to the contrary. There's even a grunt that's probably meant to be gratitude. Once he's taken a drink (and it hasn't killed him), the bronzerider says, "We don't have anything to talk about."
 Hands find their way into the equally as large pockets of the coat. “We have plenty to talk about. Like how your ex-girlfriend, girlfriend, wife, weyrmate, whatever she is, is crazy, and,” Farideh gives H’vier a cool, pointed look, “pregnant. It would be preferable if you ‘’didn’t’’ get me involved in ‘’that’’ mess. She already knows who I am. She ‘’probably’’ wants to beat me up. Can’t you.. I don’t know.. handle her?” Really, she’s so sweet, isn’t she.
 At one point, H'vier might have gotten rightfully upset about the way Farideh refers to the woman he loves. But right now? He doesn't rise to the bait, whether it was intended as such or not. "No," is his simple response. "We aren't together. And I'm not the one who told her about you." So she can deal with that one on her own.
 “Lovely.” One toe digs into the snow as Farideh falls silent, a silence that lasts all of a few seconds and feeds her aggravation. “’’Someone’’ told her.” She shoots him a narrow-eyed stare, snow crunching under her boots as she takes a couple steps closer to H’vier. “I ‘’really’’ would dislike going back to my bed to find the sheets slashed or who knows, a tunnelsnake in my pillowcase. You can’t ‘’do’’ anything, since you ‘’created’’ this mess?” Lots of emphasis on lots of words, marked by the rise and fall of thin, brown eyebrows – this is serious.

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