Difference between revisions of "Logs:Exploring Smalltalk"

After being up before the sun, Apprentice Ninwayzan is able to take a break this morning to continue to explore the weyr a bit. The outside fog has kept him indoors so his prowling has led him from the living caverns to a small archway. Curiously he peeks about poking around at the food stocked by the hearth. It's a natural thing for a teen to gravitate towards food.

There's a bronzerider sitting in one of the chairs near the hearth. He seems relaxed, elbows against the arms of the chair and a steaming mug held by both of his hands. D'vro is gazing silently into the stoked fire, perhaps lost in his thoughts or conversing with his lifemate. It's sometimes difficult to tell what dragonriders are doing when they're staring at nothing the way that he is.

Ninwayzan doesn't find any food appealing to him at the moment so as he turns to peer further about the room he stifles a yawn. Bright green eyes spy D'vro whom he missed the first time. Flickering his gaze towards his shoulder to perhaps seek out his knot is the first thing he does. The second is he gives D'vro's chair a slightly wide berth, perhaps avoiding the rider's feet. Passing by the left side of the chair he pauses at the hearth to peer into the flames.

D'vro is wearing his flight jacket, where the knot identifying him as a bronzerider and Wingleader is on display, but the patch identifying his wing is not. Whether it's the continued motion or some sound the boy makes, D'vro is drawn out of his thoughts long enough to look at Ninwayzan and offer a polite, small smile and everything, "Good morning."

Uncertainty flickers in his expression as Ninwayzan glances back over to D'vro at the sound of the greeting. "G'morning. Sir." is said a bit guardedly. Evidently the knot was at least identified partially.

Whether he recognizes the uncertainty or not, D'vro's expression remains much the same, smile fading back into something more pleasantly neutral. "Can I assist you with something?"

Ninwayzan takes a step back with a shake of his head. "Oh..no." "Sorry." he adds. "Baker Journeyman Taylor gave me the rest of the morning to explore a bit so I was just...well exploring."

"Aha," is a sound more than a word. "That sounds pleasant." D'vro nods his head thoughtfully and looks back toward the fire in the hearth. "Are you enjoying your explorations? This," he says, with a glance that must be to encompass their current location, "isn't terribly exciting, of course. Are you a recent arrival to the Weyr?"

Ninwayzan shoves both hands into his pockets. Shrugging he glances back to the fire then to D'vro. "It's interesting." he says slowly of the room they are in. "Guess it would be a good place for quiet though. It gets pretty loud sometimes. At least in the Glass Fountain it was last night." deciding perhaps it better to sit than standing while chatting he slips over to a nearby chair before answering the latter question. "Been here a couple days. Haven't met too many people yet."

"I haven't spent a lot of time in the Fountain, but I suspect I will at some point in the future." D'vro sounds thoughtful about that, but he turns his head to study the boy again when Ninwayzan sits. "I'm a relatively recent transplant myself. Bit longer than a couple of days now. I generally know my way around at this point." He offers a smile with that, his humanizing smalltalk. "May I ask for your name, apprentice?"

Ninwayzan fidgets somewhat in his chair, tucking one leg up under him. "Apprentice Ninwayzan sir." he replies. Again his gaze flickers to the knot upon D'vro's shoulder. "But your a rider. I thought riders always stayed in their homes." he asks with some confusion over D'vro's admission of being a transplant here.

"Well met, Ninwayzan. I'm D'vro." That out of the way, he takes a sip from his mug and then offers, "Faranth, no. Many riders do, of course, but many are also transferred between Weyrs. Sometimes out of their own preferences. Sometimes not. Sometimes temporarily. Sometimes not."

Ninwayzan digests that tidbit of information. Learn something new daily and being in a weyr for the first time he's learning quite a bit it seems. "Really. Interesting." is said musingly. Fingers tap absently on the arm of the chair. "Where'd you transfer from?" he asks curiously, his uncertainty and guarded expression from earlier seems to be fading away to simple curiosity.

"Southern Weyr," D'vro answers easily. "I've lived there nearly my whole life. I've spent time temporarily in a handful of other Weyrs, but Southern was always my home." He hasn't been gone that long and he's already getting nostalgic. "Where are you here from?"

"Sounds warm. My Grandfather traveled to Souther Hold one time I think." Ninwayzan says thoughtful. "Certainly warmer than here. I'm from Igen Hold. Never had much chance to visit the weyr though. Once I think but I was pretty young. Don't remember much. Are all weyrs pretty much the same? Granddad never really spoke too highly though of anyone up at IGen though."

"I suppose there is a certain similarity of function. But every Weyr has its own... way. Its own culture." D'vro almost certainly enjoys these sorts of discussions, but he starts sitting up, leaning forward into a less relaxed seat. "You don't think all holds are the same, do you? All holders? All crafters?"

"Really?" asks Ninwayzan with interest. "Well...no." he says in reply. "Course not all crafts can be the same. I mean my Baker craft can't be anything like the Healers craft." still tapping his fingers absently agains the arm chair his eyes unfocus in though. "But Holds...well they are are run the same." he counters. Which isn't the same as all holders being the same.

"I didn't ask if all Crafts were the same," D'vro points out. Attention to detail is clearly important to the man. "How a place is run and how they are aren't really the same thing, either. It's something you can give some thought to, perhaps, while you continue exploring the Weyr." The bronzerider rises, "I should be getting back. Have a good day, yes?" With that, he starts moving to refill his mug.

Ninwayzan sits back into his chair fully. "Oh." he has something to think over. "A difference, yes." he murmurs. For now he'll keep sitting until it's time to return to duties. Its a quiet place here to think after all.