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Your location's current time: 15:05 on day 26, month 11, Turn 59, of the Tenth Pass. It is a autumn afternoon.

You stroll through the archway, into the lower caverns. Lower Caverns(#1090RJs) Heavenly scents of the afternoon meal wash in from the busy sounds of the Living Caverns; this large cavern is abuzz with activity as people stop work to go eat, return to work, or merely pass through on their way on any of a number of errands. The sounds of children playing rings throughout the cavern, mingled with the laughter of those who have stopped to talk, or to help out with a task. The sunlight has reached its zenith and begins the slow, gradual descent downwards as light begins to cast longer golden shadows along the cavern's floor. Passageways lead off in many directions around the cavern, forming a nexus of sorts. An archway opens up into the bowl; a wide tunnel leads out of the weyr; a well worn set of stairs rise up to the living quarters of the Weyr staff; and sounds and smells from the south indicate the presence of the Living Caverns and Kitchen. Contents: Dassah Obvious exits: Storeroom Corridor LIving Cavern Bowl Water Cavern Kitchen Resident Quarters Tunnel out of the Weyr INFirmary

In the late afternoon, people are setting about wrapping up their daily tasts in preparation for dinner. The caverns, as such, are abustle with people movign from place to place; the water caverns and residents corridor are two of the more popular destinations. Floating amongst these people, with a basket full of fresh glows that she is using to top up the ones that are starting to fade. She hums cherrily as she does, the smallest of smiles playing on her lips as she performs her work.

R'hin's found himself with a remarkable amount of spare time on his hands this afternoon - a rarity indeed, and he seems a little bit at a loss. Or, more accurately, he seems somewhat bored, wandering through the lower caverns with hands shoved into his pockets, whistling faintly, glancing around for the least bit of distraction. Dassah's progress along the wall is noted with interest, and he grimaces in quiet sympathy. "You look -far- too cheerful doing that, Dassah," he observes in a low voice as he silently approaches, head tipped to one side.

Dassah looks over her shoulder from the hanging basket she is filling, and offers a much wider smile to R'hin. "Weyrleader." She greets politely. Manners addressed, the smile widens more. "It's been a good few days, all things considered. Had it's down points, sure, but... It's all working out in the end. And the eggs are close, and I have friends, and even some family that doesn't hate me. No, don't think I could feel /too/ cheerful today." She reins the smile in, putting on a scowl that both suits her features more for it's familiarity, and is entirely opposite of her real feelings, "I could go back to being grumpy, if it's the Weyrleader's wish?"

Samialla meanders in through the archway from the bowl. Samialla has arrived.

"Mm. So I hear." It's hard to tell what R'hin's implying by that, a curious tilt of head following as pale eyes study the candidate. "You look none the worse for wear, however," he points out. "The eggs -are- close," he agrees, "Leiventh's refusing to leave the Weyr. It's one of those draconic things that he does to me now and then; I've learnt to trust it." That familiar, prideful note that all riders seem to use when speaking of their dragons creeps into his tone. A low laugh follows, hand waving away Dassah's offer of a change of mood, "Oh, no. I'm not one to impose moods on others. It's... different, though," is his opinion. He's standing by one of the walls of the lower caverns, talking with Dassah as she changes the glows.

Dassah lets the smile come back out. "I wouldn't say none the worse, but... It's had it's moments, and I wouldn't change anything at this point, I don't think." She closes the basket, and turns towards him properly. "You must be looking forward to your weyr getting back to some semblance of normalcy. Are you excited at all for it? I've never had the chance to talk much with a sire's rider."

"I've never -been- a sire's rider before, so it's a learning experience for both of us," R'hin says drolly, leaning a shoulder into the wall, casually. "I admit, I'm looking forward to it - I think it will herald good things. I'daur's the first new Weyrlingmaster we've had in Turns, and he has a view that mixes both tradition and change." The words are accompanied by a gleam of eyes that bespeaks anticipation, lips tugging at the corners. His thoughts, as ever, are rarely far from the future. "It bodes well for a change in attitude, from pass to interval thinking."

Samialla emerges from the storeroom corridor, a bucket in one hand - heavy, apparently, since the girl's tilting to the side on which she's carrying it. Large, observant eyes notice the Weyrleader and his ornate knot first of all, and a polite bow is offered as she nears him, along with a quiet, polite, "afternoon." Dassah is given a smile and a "hi.". The girl stops beside the two people to set her bucket down on the floor and rub her hands where the handle's dug in.

Dassah offers Samialla a smile in greeting, "Hey there, Samialla. We're just talking the Weyr's favourite subject, the clutch." She looks back to R'hin. "I met him once, briefly. Afraid I rather solidly placed my foot in my mouth, though. But he seemed likable enough, and he's spent a good amount of time down south, at Monaco, so how could I not approve of him? I think he'll do a good job. And I am glad you are looking forward to it. Some I've seen, almost seem to resent the time lost when their dragon is more worried about the sands than their duties. but then, never asked them directly to know."

"He can be... abrupt," R'hin decides, after a pause, though there is respect in his voice as he speaks of the Weyrlingmaster, "But he will be an excellent teacher." Brow furrows briefly, as he echoes, "Resentful? Well, as most of my duties are at the Weyr, it's not really an impediment. Leiventh's been good; he's only been unwilling to leave in the last day or two." An easy smile is offered as he notes the arrival of another candidate, a nod given in accompaniment. "Afternoon," he greets, eyes flickering over the girl. "Samialla, isn't it?" The Weyrleader's knowledge of the candidates is enough that it's less a guess and more a confirmation. He notes the direction she's come from, then: "How does it look in there? I haven't been in since it was first discovered."

"Oh." Samialla's eyes widen for a second in a show of recognition. Then that look is gone, replaced with one of polite attention being paid, an air of respect somehow about the girl for being in the presence of the Weyrleader. She listens to the talk of the Weyrlingmaster without adding any comment of her own (and not even knowing whom Dassah and R'hin are discussing). R'hin's knowledge of her name catches her out, and it's with a slight jaw-dropt hat she replies, "Yes, sir. Oh..." and now her eyes dart towards the entrance to the abandoned cavern. "It's starting to clean up nicely...isn't it, Dassah?"

"Nothing wrong with abrupt." Dassah replies easily. "He seems to know what he is doing, and he's flown real Fall. That's invaluable now that it is gone." She looks over to Samialla and nods, with a smile. "It is, though there is still a long way to go. I try to spend a couple of hours in there every few days, but sometimes it's hard to see any progress in it. The hearth is cleaned at least, and it looks gorgeous."

"Mm. Good to know," R'hin says, more to himself than the candidates, hand brushing against his chin thoughtfully. A curl of lips appears again as Dassah talks of I'daur, the Weyrleader nodding agreement. "It will be a skill soon lost. And one that already causes some friction." He seems apt to sway from that topic for the moment, however, gaze shifting from one the other candidate, as he observes drolly, "So I heard that you both impressed one of the firelizards from that clutch Wilf found in Nerat. Congratulations, I think. If you haven't yet, it's a good idea to talk with someone who's trained theirs already."

Samialla is still completely lost at just who the two are talking about, and assumes a somewhat blank look, gawking at Dassah, then R'hin. Then back to Dassah, at which point Sami remembers to close her mouth and nod, looking at R'hin as though for some approval. "There's so much to clean, but everyone's working so hard." She watches him a moment longer, then latches onto the new topic the rider brings up. "I got a blue," she notes, with an undertone of youthful pride for such an achievement. "Training...oh. Aren't blues and greens harder to train?"

Dassah offers Samialla a reassuring smile, but pursues the conversation intot he newer and more inclusive topic. "Suraiya has been helping me." Dassah says, with a fond smile as she glances towards the bowl. "It was a bronze that claimed me, though honestly I had nothing to do with it. Wrong place at the wrong time, but I wouldn't give Sidereal up now. He's grown on me to say the least." She looks back towards R'hin, "But he's been fairly easy to train, and so I haven't had much trouble. He's showing a fondness for killing tunnelsnakes that I can only approve of, ever since, uh, I kinda cut myself while hunting with him." A blush at that.

R'hin's gaze settles on Samialla, thoughtful. "Harder to train, yes, but you should try - especially as you may soon end up with a dragon, and a demanding firelizard won't exactly be high on your agenda. Besides, it will be good practice - dragons can be willful themselves, and they rely on their riders to exercise caution and restraint where necessary. Though sometimes," and here there's a twist of lips that bespeaks amusement, "It happens the other way around." He nods towards Dassah, looking pleased, "Hm. Suraiya impressed the gold of that clutch, didn't she? That would help." A twitch of brows follows, as he says blandly, "Should I ban you from holding sharp instruments of any sort in future, Dassah? Just for your own protection." The words are clearly teasing, though coming from the Weyrleader it may well seem less so.

Memories of Sidereal's showing off of his abilities rise to the forefront of Samialla's mind, and the girl winces. "I remember that," she mumbles, eyes shifting to stare down at her feet. The memory of Dassah's injury has her looking somewhat pale, too. Feeling someone looking at her, she glances up, eyes locking onto R'hin. A nod. "I will try, sir. Fire-lizards are...um, more demanding than I thought." She blushes as she admits that. The possibility of an Impression to a dragon has her nodding further agreement. "The practice sounds useful." Then she bites at her lower lip as R'hin teasingly threatens Dassah, Sami not quite picking up on the all-important joking tone.

Dassah winces, and shakes her head. "No, sir, I've just had a run of bad luck, that's all. And it's not like I hurt myself the first time, it barely drew blood!" She can't help smiling, though. "I admit, I am becoming warier of knives than I used to be. But yeah, she got the gold, so it's been easy to train them together. She already had a green so knows what to do. She's... A very interesting perso, Suraiya." She looks over at Samialla, cheeks pink. "What did you name your blue?" She asks, curiously.

R'hin's grin is bright, and he spreads his hands, "Well, consider this one of your last opportunities to ask anything of me, rider-related. If you think firelizards are demanding, well--" he trails off with a quirk of lips. "I'd not want you to go into this thinking it will be easy - it's not, and you'll probably learn to hate I'daur and his assistants before you respect them. I didn't have the easiest of weyrlinghoods, so I know what it's like - and I hope, if either of you impressed, that you'll come and speak to me - or someone, anyone, about it." Dassah's comment earns a look. "Interesting?" The bronzerider picks up on that particular description, brow rising in response.

Samialla seems surprised at the way Dassah can shrug off her injury, then smiles as the candidate inquires as to Sami's fire-lizard's name. "I called him Bink. I'm not sure why." she giggles quietly, but becomes more serious as her attention focuses on R'hin and what he has to say. "I don't think anybody's told me it's going to be easy...or nobody's told me it'll be easy." Blink. "Yeah. I'll be sure to talk to someone if I Impress, and need to." She looks grateful for that offer, then bends to pick up the bucket, forgotten up until now. "I'd better go clean. See you, sir, Dassah." This time both receive a polite smile and a bob, and then the girl goes off on her way.

Samialla walks through the archway, into the living cavern. Samialla has left.

"See you soon, Samialla." Dassah says cheerfully as the other candidate departs. She turns her attention fully on the Weyrleader and nods. "It will be hard work, I know that much. I think I have an advantage there, being born in a weyr. I've seen what the weyrlings go through." And her cheeks go a bit pink. "And yes, she is... Interesting. I don't think I will ever understand her, it's like.. She lives in a slightly different world. But I like her and trust her. She's been very helpful to me, especially lately with the... Unpleasantness... In the barracks."

The look R'hin gives Samialla as the candidate departs is, if anything, thoughtful, considering. Dassah's words return his attention back to the other candidate soon enough, with a low laugh. "A slightly different world? I'm not sure if that's a good thing. She's in my wing, but I haven't had a chance to meet and talk with her one on one. Everything's been hectic since the flight - catch up, mostly. I'm glad she's been a help to you, though." He pauses, casts a glance over his shoulder, and offers a wry smile. "Ah, I'm due for a meeting soon. I should get back, and let you get back to your chores."

Dassah is quick to defend her friend. "It's not a bad thing, no, I just never have met anyone like her, that's all. She's... Well, I am sure you will meet her soon. But I can't think of anyone I'd rather have near me in times of need." At his goodbye, she nods and offers a polite curtsey, "Of cours, I didn't mean to distract you, sir. Have a good day, and I hope that when the time comes, you are pleased with the outcomes."

"Not distraction; diversion, and not a bad one at that." R'hin replies with a curl of lips. "So long as the hatchlings are healthy, I don't think there's much chance I -won't- be pleased," he responds, but a tip of his head acknowledges the sentiment, all the same. He turns, striding off through the caverns, nodding briefly here and there as he passes people.

You wander through the archway, out to the bowl.