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>---< Storerooms, High Reaches Weyr(#273RJs) >-------------------------------<

  Massive in scale, the Weyr's main storage passage connects to the kitchen 
  on one end and the outbound tunnel on the other. Large enough to admit a  
  wagon laden with goods, the tunnel easily permits the unloading and       
  organization of supplies into the various storerooms.                     
                                                                            
  Branching off from this corridor are multiple caverns, the nearer two     
  being 'open' stores from which residents can readily help themselves,     
  while the deeper stores are kept locked up tight with a posted sign and   
  inventory hung on a hook outside of each. An alcove next to the public    
  stores serves as a catch-all area for reshelving items whose destination  
  is uncertain; two sets of stone shelving and several bins hold these items
  neatly until a stores assistant has a moment to deal with them.           
                                                                            
  Though the storage caverns vary in size, shape, and the smoothness of     
  their walls, all belong to the same system: whitewashed walls, swept      
  floors, and most importantly, neatly labeled and inventoried shelves      
  providing ample space to stow all the supplies a busy Weyr needs. Though  
  there's no direct internal lighting, a glowbasket may be brought in from  
  the niche outside each cavern, the better to ward off pests and the inky  
  dark of deep caves.

The stores, with their many caverns and tunnels in between, are popular when a flight is looming for a variety of reasons. If a person had to guess what Lya's reason was, they'd probably guess hiding. Only, the blonde is very much in sight of the cavern opening where the clothing stores are contained and she's uncharacteristically bare-footed and stripped down to a pair of blue short shorts and tan tank-top style undershirt which lets her pink bra wink out here and there as she empties (article by article) a box of blouses onto the floor.

H'vier has spent most of his day just this side of intoxicated, which is always fun, right? Enough to relax him, anyway. Whether he's here for a reason or just pacing his way through the Weyr is left unclear, but he is here, and he pauses when he recognizes a blonde head and bare legs. "Lya?" he wonders, just in case he's wrong.

"What?" She sounds like she's annoyed with him already. The twist to see who's talking to her is snapped, but her features go from annoyed to gloomy when she sees the bronzerider. "Oh, it's you." Lya twists back to the box snapping up an aquamarine shirt and a peach one in the other hand before turning to him and holding them up. "Which blouse? The green one or the orange one?" Colors, clearly her strong suit.

"What?" echoes H'vier, but like he's legitimately not sure what he did wrong here. "What's wrong with me? What're you doing in here? Half naked." He's noticed. Of course he's noticed. He notices these things without even trying. "I kind of like the one you have on," he offers, leaning his shoulder against the arch of the cavern while he watches her.

"Oh, you just waltz in here with your muscles and your height and your beard and that look." Lya grouses before glancing at her shirt. "Ha ha, no. Now which shirt? It's too hot for the things I have and I'm supposed to, I don't know, look good, sort of, for my new job." Probably, she isn't supposed to be in mostly under things in the mid of winter in public.

H'vier studies the blonde for a few moments, so very interested in something that's happening here. "The green one," he answers with a brief nod of his head in toward that one in particular. "You got a job?" he asks, oddly curious, then shakes his head. That's not as important right now. "You shouldn't be out and about right now, sunshine. Want me to walk you back to the dorm?"

"Ugh, no. They're just going to be having sex in the dorms," Lya still sounds disgusted by that, so she hasn't been entirely possessed. "Weyrwoman Irianke says it's going to be soon. And I don't want to be there while they're all making those stupid sounds and all that ... wet gross... stuff." She can't find the words to express her revulsion and that's frustrating on top of, "Why is it so sharding hot? Hasn't anyone told the weather it's fucking winter?!" She throws the peach shirt viciously back into the crate before turning to bend and pick up the other shirts to throw them back in as well.

That's an odd sort of relief to H'vier, to be honest. "It will be soon. Today, probably. Or tomorrow, at the latest. Reisoth has some difficulty--" He stops himself, because Lya isn't likely to care about his dragon's calculations on when Niahvth might rise. He wouldn't usually, either, admittedly. But there's more Reisoth influencing him than he'd like right now. "I'd feel better if I knew you were somewhere out of the way when it's finished. Is there somewhere you can go?" He doesn't seem too concerned about her heat issue.

"I know. Niahvth's all glowy now and she was just hazy before," as if this should make sense. Lya frowns before yanking on the shirt. "No," then, "I don't know. I'll find somewhere. I always do. It's just that it's so damned inconvenient! And hot. For fuck's sake, I'm going to go lie in the snow." She decides and without bothering to put the crate back she makes for the arch of the cavern with every intent of blowing by the bronzerider on her way to do just that.

Notice how H'vier is definitely not suggesting that she find someone's weyr to hide out in. Not even a greenrider. Not even a woman. Though that might be-- no! Bad thoughts. When Lya makes to move past him, he reaches out to catch her arm and halt her path. "Be careful, understand? And don't come to my weyr." Just in case, for some reason, this needs to be explicitly stated.

Catching her arm is going to earn him a shove. A shove, however ineffectual, which Lya will have to step in toward his much larger form to deliver with her free hand. "I have better places to be than your weyr. And I wouldn't want you to get stupid, even if Reisoth's going to catch her." Apparently, Lya believes in him! Then, "But I am going to your weyr, if Reisoth catches her, so don't hurry home if he does." So there. She's so annoyed. She shoves him again.

The shove is perhaps physically ineffectual, but H'vier has a slight frown and furrowed brows for the girl. "If he does win, my weyr is yours. The sheets are even clean as of this morning." Though probably not for this reason, just a happy coincidence. "But I don't want to be stupid with you when he doesn't." When, not if. Lya apparently believes in Reisoth more than his rider does. H'vier lets go of her arm, though. She's free to run now that his warning has been reiterated.

"Don't be an idiot," Lya snorts. "You've already been fucking Irianke. It only makes sense your dragon will fuck hers," even if he perhaps hasn't been the only one fucking Irianke. "If you were closer to the ground I'd slap you," she half-snarls at him. As is, she casts a considering gaze to his booted foot. Stomping is probably a viable option.

"That's not how it works," H'vier assures Lycinea, but he probably wouldn't lecture her on how it does work even if she wanted it. "Will you feel better if you slap me?" he asks, even as he leans down just enough to give her full access to do so. He must not be too worried about her actually hurting him.

"I might!" Lya is glaring at him with narrowed eyes in the moment before she's suddenly leaned up on tiptoe and kissing him. The guy fucking her new boss. The guy that is H'vier of all people.

Well, this is unexpected. It's kind of the opposite of slapping. If it were any other time, he might even jerk with the unexpectedness of it. As it is, H'vier's lips move slightly, coaxingly. He lifts a hand for the back of her head. He wants more.

He gets a three-count, at most, before Lya is jerking back against that hand, looking horrified. And what does she say? "You're fucking my boss!" Both hands rise to cover from nose to chin on her face. Saying it again, "You're fucking my boss," more quietly, seems to have a grounding effect on her, enough that she can try to step back.

His hand doesn't linger there. Once it's clear she's, well, kind of freaking out, H'vier's hand is gone. He closes his eyes for a moment, then tries, "I fucked her. It only happened once, Lya." Which hardly counts as fucking. There's a moment where he's distracted, closing his eyes, and then looking in the direction of the bowl through the wall. She's waking up. "Fuck. I need to go. Don't be stupid. Okay?" But he doesn't wait for an answer before he's turning away, heading off to join the rest of the moths around their flame.

It's a pity that Lya doesn't have anything to throw after the bronzerider, because she would, though perhaps not for any apparent reason. "Fuck!" Half horror and half anger and half something else entirely can certainly be heard in his wake before footfalls that are certainly not chasing him.