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Nighthearth, High Reaches Weyr

With its entrance located between the kitchen and the living cavern, this tiny bubble cavern is cozy, always kept warm and is filled with comfortable chairs and a small round table. At the far end, there's a hearth, outlined in ruddy, aging bricks, where a pot of stew simmers in the evening hours. Generally quiet, the nighthearth is the haunt of insomniacs and those seeking quiet from the bustle of daily Weyr life.

It's early afternoon, and there's not a better place to relax after a morning of Weyrling duties, then the nighthearth. X'en is there, just for that reason. He's seated in one of the chairs around the hearth, with a mug of klah, as he watches those passing by the little corner.

It's a little too cool and damp to be beautiful outside, but it seems to have sent most of the population out anyway: spring is spring afterall. Perhaps that's why K'del heads for the nighthearth, shucking off his riding jacket and running a hand through his messy curls as he heads for the klah pot. It's only once he's come to a halt that he notices the weyrling; lazily, then, he says, "Hey."

Damp, and cool was better then cold, and snowy, at the moment anyway. X'en takes a sip of his klah, before he looks up, spotting the weyrleader by klah pot. "Hello sir." He greets him. "Taking a break as well?" He asks him, taking another sip.

"Yep," says K'del, filling his mug then stirring sugar and cream into it. He's silent, as he draws the mug towards his mouth, and perhaps it might seem like the end of the conversation; then, "How's it all going? Weyrlinghood and everything?" Beat. "X'en, right? Balyeroth. Blue."

X'en shrugs. "It's going good, I'll have ta get used ta short here though." He says, and runs a hand through his short hair, having gotten it trimmed not that long ago. "And alot of work too." He chuckles, and nods. "Yes, sir, X'en, and blue Balyeroth, I was one of the..convicts that impressed." He says.

Raising his mug to his lips, K'del looks inclined to smirk, but forestalls it in order to take a drink instead. Afterwards, he notes, "Had to shave mine, during weyrlinghood. Different reason, though. Anyway. You get used to it. Grows back pretty fast, too." A quick nod later, and he adds, "Know who you are. Keep track of these things... have to. Going to tell me you're a reformed man, and all that? Can be trusted, now?"

X'en raises an eyebrow. "Shaved? Completely bald?" He asks him. "Dare I ask why?" He adds, and nods. "I'm sure I will, not that I ever had real long hair anyway." He agrees, and tilts his head. "I am reformed, Z'yi said this would be a fresh start when he searched me, if I impressed, and, well, I'm seeing it as that way." He admits. "A second chance." Sort of anyway.

"Lice," is K'del's explanation; apparently he finds this kind of funny, at least /now/ if not at the time, his lips twitching. It gives enough levity to the conversation that perhaps the rest seems less serious. "Still /swear/ it was H'tram and not me. Anyway... right, fresh start. Guess it is." His slow nod is thoughtful. "Y'realise that some people may never trust you, right? That-- you gotta be better than everyone else, to prove yourself. Not that I'm saying /I/ think that way. But. People will."

X'en blinks, and winces. "Aye, good enough reason ta shave it." He agrees. "Did H'trm have ta get it shaved as well?" He asks, and sips from his mug again, before he nods, solemnly. "Aye, I know, have ta do my best ta show them that I can be trusted." He says, even though it might take turns, if at all. "Atleast some of the other Weyrlings seem ta trust me, and Tai." He says, if there were problems, he doesn't seem to of noticed it, or heard of any.

Turning his mug in his hands, K'del nods. "Couple weyrlings. H'tram, me, Raz-- few others. And Milani had to cut /her/ hair. Least she didn't have to shave. Stuff spread like nothing else, and the treatment they offered... shaving was better." He's convinced of that, no question. Pursing his lips, he adds, "Glad to hear that much. 'bout the other weyrlings. Know it must be weird with F'reln." F'reln, of course, being the weyrling who used to be a guard... and seems pretty onconvinced of these convicts. Vocally so.

X'en winces, and nods. "Aye, I can imagine, I hope none of us catch lice." He agrees, and chuckles. "Think I woulda taken the shivin' too, then atleast ya can grow yer hair back." He remarks, and sits forward in his seat. "Aye, some of themseemed annoyed at us at first, cause their friend or relative or somebody didn't impress, while we did." Which he doesn't get, since it probably happens all the time, even without con's in the mix. "Though, they seem ta of gotten over it after they were talked to about it, that that coulda happened if we wasna there." He adds, and smirks. "Aye, it is, I know he keeps a close eye on us, ta make sure we stay outta trouble." He chuckles. "The other thing that was weird was the sudden freedom. I woke up the first few mornin's expectin' there ta be guards, or overseers, but there were none."

"Hope you don't, either," says K'del, fervently, after another sip from his mug. "Mm-- happens. Always disappointed people, and you two are just more... obvious than most. The dragons choose, though." He gives another slow nod, then, adding, "Mm, must've been strange. Guess it would've been when you finished your sentences regardless, though. Just... different. Because of how it happened."

Yup, it's easier to blame the poor convicts, after all, half the class probably thought they were going to steal /all/ the eggs, before they hatched, not that, that happened. "Kinda glad Balyeroth chose me. He's...interestin', though he seems ta be on this kick ta want ta rescee anybody who seems ta be in trouble." He explains. "And if nobody needs rescuin', then he wants me ta tell him stories. I'm gonna have ta borrow some from the harpers or somethin', I don't know too many." He admits, and nods. "I wasna too surprised, with the rumor that seemed to go on till they hatched, they we were gonna steal the eggs." He rolls his eyes. "Yeah, speakin' of that, I heard the star stones are rebuilt, is that right?" He asks. "And somethin' about them caverns they had us workin' in."

K'del looks amused at that description of Balyeroth, noting, "It's always fun, hearing what they're all like. Into stuff, your group. Active bunch. Bet the harpers'd be happy to share some stories... even got some books in the records room that might be worthwhile." He shifts his mug from one hand to the other, as he says, "Right, Eye Rock up and ready. Looks a bit weird, doesn't it? Different skyline. Was just getting used to it being... you know, wrong. Bunch of crafters've started aruging over the caverns." He makes a face. "Guess we should've worked out what they were going to be used for /before/. Never expected them to need to be as extensive as they are. Figured the stone'd be more... stable."

X'en sighs, though it's a kind one, who can stay annoyed at a dragon, right? "I think he's gotten Taikrin's Szadath into the act too, er, the rescuin', not the stories." He says. "I'll be takin' lessons with them anyway, so, I'll just ask them then." He says. "Really? Didna think ta look in the records room, I might have ta look there too." He agrees, and nods. "Aye, a little, but I know them things're important, fer thread and all that." He says in agreement, and winces. "Ah, yeah, I'd heard that, I hope things work out." He says, and tilts his head. "So, what's yer dragon like. Uh.." He pauses trying to remember the name. "Cadejoth?" You'd think it would be easy to remember the name of your dragons sire, but, he's had alot on his mind.

"Szadath seems to be in to /everything/," says K'del, laughing. "Between Balyeroth and Iskiveth..." He shakes his head. "Right. And hopefully, by the time Thread comes around again, we'll be proving that the whole thing got rebuilt properly. Not that any of us'll be alive to see, I guess. Cadejoth? He's-- one part happy puppy, enthusiastic and excitable. And then he's... think he sees the weyr as part of his, um, family? Like he's connected to all of them, and they belong to him. Posessive. He drove me nuts when he was little... too much energy, I guess."

X'en chuckles. "Iskiveth, she seems ta be an interestin' one, mean, but interestin'." He says. "Szadath's not the only one, Balyeroth seems fascinated with her as well." He admits, and snorts. "Of course not, can only hope, eh?" He asks, and listens for a moment. "Possesive? Whoa, he musta been interestin' as a young dragon, aye." He agrees. "Well, guess they are all connected ta a point, considderin' we live here."

Shaking his head, K'del admits, "Don't really get it. I mean, sure, Iskiveth's a queen, but she's... not even nice to them! Weird dragons." All of them, probably. "He was--trying. We did get there, but it took some work. And yeah, guess the whole being weyrleader thing makes it... reasonable for him? Maybe." His mug drained, he adds, setting it down, "Guess I ought to get back to work. Have a good one, X'en."

X'en shakes head too. "I don't get it either, maybe they like mean females or somethin'." He says. "Do dragons always not make sense when they're young?" He asks him, and then nods, finishing his own mug. "You as well Weyrleader, I oughtta get back ta the barracks anyway, Balyeroth says he's feeling itchy." He grins, and sets down the mug.