Logs:Of Plans, Quakes, and Hidden Talents
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| RL Date: 17 September, 2006 |
| Who: Ayana, Kaskoril, R'hin |
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| Your location's current time: 20:21 on day 26, month 2, Turn 59, of the Tenth Pass. It is a winter evening. Leiventh> Kyreth senses that Leiventh gives just the faintest warning of his presence, a whisper of his distinctive crimson mental tones as he appears in the Igen skies. You land on Kyreth's ledge. You vault down Leiventh's side to the ground, as the dragon warbles a greeting. Kyreth's Windy Ledge The warm Igen wind buffets this weyr on a regular basis. The ledge has been blasted smooth by turns of that wind, erasing even the claw marks left from turns of landings. The entrance to the tunnel into the inner weyr wraps a bit further out onto the ledge than normal, and is quite effective at stopping the wind for affecting the dragon couch or the inner weyr itself. Contents: Leiventh Ayana Kyreth Obvious exits: Inner Weyr Sky Leiventh's probably not that distinguishable from the many Igen dragons coming and going in the skies above, though certain characteristics hint at familiarity even in the gloom of evening. Unerringly, the cinnamon bronze wings downwards towards Kyreth's ledge, alighting with the bare scrape of ivory claws. Once the 'Reaches dragon settles down, he rumbles a low, bassy greeting to the ledge's owner, his rider dropping to the ground a moment later. Kyreth is quick to give a warbled greeting as his rider is going through the sack attached to his side. "Just like something like this to happen right when I got plans..." she's heard grumbling, the cut right above her right eye atleast no longer bleeding as she fishes about. Kyreth's sudden call gives her pause, her eyes going to Leiventh and his rider right when they land. "R'hin.." she calls, seeming to lean against the bulk of the brown. "Ayana," R'hin returns the greeting with a hint of humor, "Have you forgotten my name already?" The bronzerider's easy tone is accompanied by a careful look, quickly divesting himself of helmet, gloves and goggles before he strides over, brow furrowing as he catches sight of the cut above the brownrider's forehead. His hand lifts to touch Ayana's chin, intending to tip her head a little so he can see how bad the cut is, wordless concern in the gesture. Leiventh settles down comfortably as he is given to do, oblivious to any fuss about a quake, eyes half lidding as he stills. Ayana blinks before giving an easy grin, "How could I forget your name, handsome?" she says warmly with a small shrug. She silences once he lifts her chin to tip her head slightly, her own lips twitching. "I'll be alright," she soothes quietly. "I just got beat up alittle down there...didn't have time to get in the air. Next to my lovely knife wound, all this is nothing," and she indicates to bruises that could be seen. "You like tired." It could almost be taken as criticism, but that doesn't seem something likely to come from R'hin, so it's probably mere observation. He continues his examination of Ayana, noting the bruises. He leans to press lips against her forehead - on the opposite side from the cut - and lets his hand drop. "I heard about the quake, but I couldn't credit it. I figured someone had gotten Ista and Igen confused. Was anyone badly hurt?" Ayana lets R'hin continue his examination as she watches him. His observation gives her a chance to chuckle, "Nothing to do with all this," she motions beyond the ledge. "I've been a bit busy," she adds alittle too innocently, a bit of mischief in her eyes. She closes her eyes to his gentle kiss, her smile warm before saying, "I was shocked when it happened," she relates as her eyes go beyond the ledge now. "As for anyone badly hurt, it's too early to tell. The rider I was standing with in the bowl got a boulder in the chest, but he looks to be alright." She touches his arm, "Everything seems to be going well down there last I checked. They'll call me again if they need me." A beat. "Thanks for checking up on me." "Busy?" R'hin echoes, picking up that hint of mischief, lips curling in response. "And I heard you muttering something about plans as I came in. Is my Igenite getting up to no good deeds?" It's far from chastisement; if anything, he seems amused by the idea. He gives an accepting nod at her reassurance, responding, "As if I wouldn't have. I'd have had Leiventh ask Kyreth, but I thought you might downplay it if you were lying on your death bed, or something." A hint of teasing, voice low. Ayana chuckles a bit, eyes going to the sack at Kyreth's side briefly, "I wouldn't say 'no good'," she tries to downplay it with a smile. "I'm just....following through on something I should have done a long time ago. Something my brothers expect me to follow up on by now." She gives a small shrug, "They were foolish to think they hide things from me forever, and I'm going to prove it." She notes R'hin's amusement with a nod of her head, then affects a look of hurt at his last words. "Me? Downplay it if I were on my deathbed?" She waves it off teasingly, though the sharp motions causes her to wince a bit, "My, think so little of me. I would have called you before I got to my deathbed, you know. Image and all," she adds with her own hint of teasing. Losing some of the amusement, "I wouldn't have let you worry, R'hin. Not my style." R'hin's not apt to miss all that much, and he follows Ayana's gaze towards the sack with a curious twitch of brows. "Mmhmm," he murmurs, disbelieving of her downplay of her intentions. "In any case, I'm not going to try and stop you, since it'd be pointless to try," a knowing grin curls his lips as he studies the brownrider, "But I won't offer to help either, as I've struck a deal with your eldest sibling. Just try to come back in once piece?" He notes that wince, reaching a hand around to the small of her back to steady her. "I wouldn't go betweening until you've had a healer check you out. All you need is a moment's distraction as your visualizing, and..." he trails off, grimacing. Ayana smirks at R'hin, "Wheels are already in motion," she says easily. "I wouldn't put it pass Kam to know my intentions already, so I wouldn't expect you to go against that one. I got someone working with me, so no worries." She touches his cheek briefly, "I'll be fine. It's just.....it's something I should have done alot sooner. I need to know." She drops her hand when he steadies her. Her hazel eyes go to his, "Oh, I doubt I'll be able to go anywhere at the moment," she says in a near-grumble. "Ky refuses to go Between, and I wouldn't...not after that one in Telgar..." and she grimaces at the memory. "I'll curb my activities," though it's obvious there's a 'for now' tacted after it, though she doesn't say it. The smirk back, "Well, I must be a bad host," she drawls to him. "I have some wine in the weyr if you'd like to come in? Perhaps you could tell me what you've been up to. It's been a while." "I understand," R'hin murmurs, "The need to know. Which is why I'll say no more." And, that simply, the bronzerider puts the topic away. "Telgar?" he echoes, brow creasing, before recalling, "Oh. Yes, I remember that. Leiventh woke me up," is all he says on the subject, glancing at the bronze, statuesque as usual and not physically responding. "Wine," he says, after pale gaze slides back to Ayana, "Would be good. Maybe we could head down for something to eat a bit later? I'd love a hot meal. That is... assuming the kitchen hasn't collapsed or something?" The words are said jokingly at first, but a beat later he gives Ayana a querying look. Ayana gives R'hin a slow nod, given in respect and understanding. "Thank you," she says of it before dropping the topic as well. When he looks to Leiventh, the brownrider does as well in bemusement. "I heard the story, too," she says with a small shudder. "Taught me to, uh, not do some things in excess." At his querying look, her smile falters a bit, "I'm...not sure," she answers about the kitchen. "There's alot of tents down there for the injured, and the place's a mess. If worse comes to worse, we can go somewhere to eat. I use a hot meal, too." She steps away then and motions inside, "I'll have Ky talk to some of the dragons to find out. Wine's this way." Ayana passes from the windy ledge to the calm inner weyr Ayana has left. You pass from the windy ledge into the calm inner weyr Ayana's Weyr The inner weyr is a decent sized affair, lit by three well placed glow baskets. A new bed is tucked in an alcove, although it looks like someone forgot to make the bed, as two sets of new sheets (both yellow-gold and trimmed with black) are left stacked and folded up on the bed. To one side is a bedpress, resting below hooks that are the perfect size for riding straps and jackets. A stone stand has been carved out of the ground, into the shape of a water basin, with a wooden bowl sitting in the slight depression. While there is no flowing water, a pitcher has been left on the counter by the basin. On the back wall is a stone table, again carved from the very rock of the weyr, and a new chair. In the center of the table, laying on a nicely-sewn and patterned cloth is a small flowering plant. In the middle are two delicate, white flowers, rising asymetrically above a flourish of deep green, triangle shaped leaves. There's another small vase next to this one, with four deep red flowers within, looking obviously from another, much colder region. The Weyr's sweep schedule is there as well. Contents: Ayana Obvious exits: Ledge "It is rather, sobering," is R'hin's opinion on the matter, his voice not really giving much of a tone other than statement. He frowns briefly at her faltering smile, nodding after a moment. "The candidates? And the eggs?" It's interesting that he phrases the order the questions in that particular way, when many would put it the other way around. His hand drops from her back in order to trail the brownrider into the inner weyr, hand running through his hair. Ayana walks to the back of the weyr to pull out a wineskin and two cups. Walking to the table and nodding with her chin for him to sit, "Isn't it," she says more than ask as she pops the seal and pour into both cups. The questioning of the clutch and its candidates gives her pause as she sits down, "Actually, that was the first thing I heard about down there," she notes thoughtfully. "The sands and the clutch are fine, but I've yet to hear about the candidates." She gives R'hin a peculiar glance at his phrasing of both before passing a cup to him and taking a sip from her own. Shaking her head, "One of the candidates is already slowly getting over the Fort hatching, and now this. She's probably thinking all Weyrs are bad now," and there's a glint of amusement on her eyes. R'hin grabs one of the chairs, hooking it around until it's turned backwards before dropping down onto it, arms resting along the chair's back. He accepts the cup, nodding his gratitude, before he tips his head. "The Fort hatching?" A beat, then, "Wouldn't be Kalliope, would it? She looked... awfully pale, when she and Delu left. I really should go and see her soon. She's 'Reaches bred, after all," a faintly wry smile, "And reassure her it's the Istan line that seems to have the problem." "Yeah, that's the one," Ayana answers him about the candidate with a grin. "She's better about the hatching though. Some folks here have been helping her out. Yeah, she told me about the Reaches," she adds wryly. To R'hin's last words, she chuckles and wipes her lips with a finger, "I told her the same thing," she states in amusement. "I may not have been there, but one would know that that hatching was not normal. You should see her soon. She told me she knew you around the time I got injured." Sitting back in her chair to regard him with a smile playing on her lips, "So, what have you been up to, R'hin?" she drawls with a brow raised. "Been awefully quiet. Haven't heard any muttered threats from Bayan, either. Does this mean you've been tapped and haven't had time to cause...conflict?" "You ladies have been talking about me, mm?" R'hin seems pleased with that knowledge, which shouldn't be a surprise. "Now you'll have to share." He takes a sip of the wine, nodding his appreciation, balancing the cup on the back of the chair, one hand steadying it place. "I'd like to know that she's not hurt," he agrees, before head tips at her question, all innocence. "Bayan, from what I hear, has been far too busy with his jaunts back and forth between Fort and 'Reaches. An arrangement I'm not unhappy with," a wry, unapologetic smile. "But no, we haven't yet been tapped." Ayana chuckles and rolls her eyes expressively, "Yeah, yeah," she says in a 'no big deal' tone. "You've been talked about. I didn't know she use to stay at the Weyr in Reaches until she mentioned it. Told me how you and Baye wouldn't let up and her ...first meet with Satiet." She grins more with a faint blush as she takes a drink, "The other stuff's not so interesting." She adds soberly then, "I hope she's not hurt either," she agrees with a nod. R'hin's unapologetic smile doesn't go amiss when he speaks about her wayward brother. She shakes her head wryly, "He's been...well, he might be causing trouble in Fort from what I've gathered," she drawls musingly, hazel eyes regarding the bronzerider. "It's what he does best, after all. He hasn't been by here in a while, either....but I'm sure the arrangement of him on the move's been to your favor," and she raises the cup in a brief toast. Hearing that he hasn't been tapped gets a pause from her, "Not tapped and there's been rumors of a Reaches queen acting proddy..." she says with a small frown. R'hin lifts his shoulders in an unapologetic shrug, observing, "Well, you know how it is when you put Bayan and I together in a room. She was, unfortunately, rather caught in the middle." A beat, then a knowing grin, "I doubt very many people come away from a first meeting with Satiet unscathed. I certainly didn't, but then I very probably deserved it." He tips his glass, likewise, in silent toast, letting the liquid roll down his throat, taking his time about it. "Perhaps," he's noncommittal about Ayana's assertion of a queen's status, "Leiventh's been more inclined to stay near to the Weyr, which is why I haven't been travelling much of late, for whatever that's worth. They say a Weyr's bronzes are attuned to their queens, so who knows. Maybe there's some truth in the rumor." Ayana chuckles, "Yes, I've heard about her being caught in the middle of those fights," Ayana says with a smirk. "Not many can get under his skin like you do, so I gotta hand it to you, R'hin." Her smirk quirks a bit about Satiet, "I got a chance to really meet her myself," she says wryly. "Quite a woman. She's as crafty with words as my Baye." She nods about the Reachian queen, eyes going to the ledge where both Kyreth and Leiventh sit. "Leiventh's been inclined?" she repeats with interest. "Hm. There could be some truth to that after all. It's alright about the travelling," she adds with a touch of warmth to the bronzerider. "I haven't been doing much myself save for a few projects. I did go by the Reaches to meet those Dijilia traders though." "It's a talent," R'hin agrees with a low-voiced chuckle, taking another sip of the wine. The chuckle is not abated by the topic of the youngest of High Reaches' weyrwomen, and he agrees, "She's certainly one to be careful of." A faint grimace, as he tries to explain, "It's not as if Leiventh explains why, I'm just inferring. Then, he's always had a preference for home, so perhaps it's just how he is." Fingers tap briefly against the back of the chair as he seems to consider it for a beat or two before pale eyes flick back upwards. "Oh?" Vague interest in his tone. "What did you make of them?" Ayana's eyes seem to size R'hin up in faint amusement, "A talent indeed," she drawls. "Perhaps you should teach me that sometime. There's some here that could use it." Her expression tursn wry about Satiet as she takes a drink, "Careful yes," she agrees, "but I like that. She's not one to deal with fake images. That's an interest to me." She looks bemused by his explanation of his bronze as her eyes go to the ledge again. "Ky seems to chase any green or gold that moves," she says dryly. "He doesn't seem to have a preference, nor care to." R'hin's sudden question of the traders gets a raised brow in amusement. "Funny," she drawls, "Bayan asked the same question." Pause. "I like them," she decides evenly. "They seem to carry the mannerisms of the traders in my family. Something's...off about them though. Almost peculiar. I couldn't really put a finger on it since the meet wasn't long, but...something about the wagonmaster that unsettled me a bit.." "It's an inborn talent. Although if you spend enough time with me you might pick it up; M'wen seemed to." R'hin says, laughter hovering in low-voiced tones. "Leiventh tends not to be interested in green flights, for which I'm grateful. It'd be too distracting, I think, given the tendency of greens to rise at inopportune times." A little tip of his head, as he swirls around the remainder of the wine, "He would," the 'Reachian says, of Bayan, before he drains the last of the wine away. "I've not have the pleasure of meeting the wagonmaster as yet. I did meet the lovely Jendayi, however. She's awfully persuasive." Ayana chuckles, tipping her head in a nod, "Picking it up would be of interest to me," she agrees. "You've converted M'wen? Ah yes, Bayan has told me of his cheeky behavior. He never seemed the type when I've talked to him, but, as you say about spending time with you..." She finishes off the wine in her cup before offering to pout another for the bronzerider. "Mmm," she says about Jendayi, "she is quite persuasive. She knows her trade, I'll give that to her. Vertai's got quite a talent in liquors. Bought a banana cinnamon one right off them when I went to check them out. I think my brothers will be most pleased with those two...especially Vertai." She pauses thoughtfully, "It's his eyes," she decides to say. "I've seen that look before. It's in Baye and Kam, but not so strong. I detected he wasn't always a trader." "I respect M'wen," R'hin corrects sharply, as if the distinction is of importance to him. "He's changed a great deal from the candidate I knew. For the better, though some might disagree." He half eyes Ayana sidelong as he listens to her assessment of Vertai, brief purse of lips given. "Really? Interesting." It's almost as if he files that away for later, leaning forward to accept the offer of a refill, "One more, and then I'll need food," he concedes with a rueful grin. Ayana gives a nod about the Reachian brownrider in mild apology. "I've yet to actually talk with him to know," she admits with a grin. "Perhaps I will, soon." She refills his cup, then her own. She grins about her assessment, and it seems almost deliberate that she told him of it in the first place by the look in her eyes. "Very interesting," she agrees in a drawl. "Unsettling, and yet..familiar. Never met nor seen him before. I imagine Bayan will find he may have something in common with that one." As to the food, she grins more, "Well, I don't think the kitchen will be in use, according to Ky," she says with a nod towards the ledge, "so if you have any ideas of where to go, I'm game." "He's usually around," R'hin says, of M'wen, "He tends to go to the lake, you'll doubtless find him there if you ever go looking for him." He gulps down about half the wine, a brief nod given as to the traders, though markedly doesn't say anything more. "Surely they've set up some alternative? Maybe somewhere out in the open, so there's no risk if there's further quakes?" he suggests. "Then perhaps I'll seek him out sometime," Ayana says with a firm nod decisively. She's slower to drink her own wine, but her eye unfocus for a moment before nodding again, "There's something out in the open," she tells him. "Somewhere at the main entrance. We can try down that way." "Sounds excellent," R'hin approves, of the mention of food, draining the last of his cup and setting it down on the table before he rises. He gestures towards the door, grin touching his lips as he waits for Ayana to proceed him. Ayana stands as she drains her cup quickly, "Boys and food," she just drawls, shaking her head in amusement as she puts the wineskin away. "Alright, we can go," she says with a dramatic sigh before giving R'hin a poke in the arm on her way out. Ayana has left. Kyreth's Windy Ledge The warm Igen wind buffets this weyr on a regular basis. The ledge has been blasted smooth by turns of that wind, erasing even the claw marks left from turns of landings. The entrance to the tunnel into the inner weyr wraps a bit further out onto the ledge than normal, and is quite effective at stopping the wind for affecting the dragon couch or the inner weyr itself. Contents: Ayana Leiventh Kyreth Obvious exits: Inner Weyr Sky "I'm not that bad," R'hin protests, as he follows Ayana out to the ledge, "I just haven't eaten all day. I was running errands over most of High Reaches' coverage area." Leiventh cracks an eye as the pair emerges, waiting with the infinite patience only dragons can muster. Ayana laughs, giving Kyreth a jaunty pat as she looks back at R'hin, "I guess I should remedy that then," she says with a wink. "Can't have you starving, can we?" Kyreth gives a wuffle her way before she mounts. Ayana mounts Kyreth. Ayana has left. "Certainly not. Though I'd forgive you, if just for the minor inconvenience of a pesky quake." R'hin retorts, moving towards Leiventh. You clamber up onto Leiventh's back, using his straps as handholds. » Kyreth leaps into the sky. You leap into the sky. You carefully wing lower into the Bowl. You fly carefully towards the main entrance, then land. You jump down Leiventh's side to the ground, as the dragon rumbles softly. Igen Weyr Main Entrance Field Activity surrounds the Igen Weyr Bowl, especially so close to the Living Caverns. A road runs beneath the huge cliffs which form the southeastern section of the Igen Weyr Bowl. The wall opens here in three places, the middle one leading to the Living Cavern, and through it, the Inner Caverns. The northernmost one is the largest, being the Infirmary for both dragons and humans. The ground is solid and rocky and, in the brightest sun, glares uncomfortably. At the moment, long streamers of brightly dyed cloth have been slung between poles in even spacings aroung the field. Atop each pole is a decorative ribbon to give a colourful invitation to the Living Caverns, and a friendly greeting to all who pass through the area. To the north the path continues, winding its way past the hatching grounds (off the Weyrling Training Fields) to eventually leave the bowl. Cutting across the bowl to the northwest brings you to the center of the bowl. To the west lies a green field full of beasts- the Weyr's feeding grounds. The infirmary weyr opens to the northeast, and the living caverns to the east. Contents: Leiventh Kyreth Obvious exits: Inner Caverns Guest Ledge INFirmary Living Caverns Center of Bowl Feeding Grounds Weyrling Training Field Ayana slides down Kyreth's side to the ground. Ayana has arrived. Kyreth lands smartly, causing Ayana to wince at her bruises as she slides down. "Shard it, Ky," she mumbles his way while rubbing at her side. She steps beside R'hin then to look around at the damaged caverns, eyes peering through the tents to find an area erected for giving meals. Motioning to him, she leads the way on over while saying, "Ah, it almost seems as though you think I made this quake just to inconvenience you," in amusement. However should I repay you, or is forgiveness enough?" She leads him over to the pots, "Here we go," she says with an absent sigh as she watches a healer trot by. Leiventh lands to the right of Kyreth, more gently than the Igen brown, though his wings stir up a little dirt here and there. R'hin's quick to slide to the ground, matching Ayana's stride, letting the brownrider lead the way. "I wouldn't put it past you," he murmurs in a low voice. "But, food will be forgiveness enough." The amusement begins to fade as he, too, watches the healer hurry past, frowning. "Has Igen asked for the aid of other Weyrs?" he queries, low. "Me and my infinite resources," Ayana wryly quips after R'hin's own, grabbing two bowls to spoon the stew into. "I think I'm about to owe you another challenge." her amusement fades after she fills both bowls and hands one over to him. Hazel eyes going to the erected tents around them, "Not that I've heard," she answers him soberly, "though most the residents and uninjured riders have fled to Benden by now. I'm part of the search and rescue team, so I get to stay about, but...all this," and she just shakes her head as she moves to find them both utensils and seats. "It's not like we didn't get warning. I kept wondering why the fire lizards were off, and Ky... I just thought it was nerves." "Another, hm?" R'hin echoes, hovering behind Ayana and watching her spoon the stew with a sharp interest that can only bespeak hunger. He accepts the offered bowl, looking pleased as hands cup around it, pausing a beat. "Benden? Really? I suppose that's as good as anywhere. It did seem awfully quiet when Leiventh and I arrived." He trails in Ayana's wake, letting her lead the way to a seat. Kaskoril walks out from the Weyr's Living Cavern. Kaskoril has arrived. Ayana gives a faint chuckle as she gestures towards some seats near the pots, "I owe you a drinking challenge, which I haven't forgotten," she puts in with amusement, "and the challenge of taking care of you during a crisis....which, I seem to be doing well." Now seated, she nods briefly about Benden, "Yeah, heard it from Chayil myself," she says as she begins to eat. "I prefer staying here, though this does put a crick into the things I was working on." She looks about at the riders running about, "Most of the firelizards haven't come back," she relates in a lower voice. "There was another shake that came after it. Some are saying it isn't over yet." "Taking care of me?" R'hin echoes that with deliberate dubiousness. "I don't recall issuing -that- particular challenge," the 'Reachian opines as he slides into the seat next to Ayana, pausing just long enough to take his first spoonful of the stew. "Good," he approves, swallowing again before continuing, "I suppose firelizards do have their uses," he concedes. "Have they talked about the possibility of moving the eggs at all?" Kaskoril slowly walks into the entry field, his steps slow and cautious. If anything doubtful of the very ground itself. Stepping amidst the tents, and injured, Kask has a look of saddness on his face. The candidate meanders through several clusters of tents in relative silence. After a while of wandering he unknowingly makes his way to the brown and bronze riders. Kask arches his brows in surprise then his expression warms. "Hello there!" he fires off at Aya. He tries to compose himself infront of the visiting bronzerider. "Good evening Sir." the candidate murmurs. Ayana flicks a braid back before chuckling, "I've wined and dined you again, haven't I? This time in a crisis," she drawls in amusement at his dubious look. "I don't know what to do with you sometimes," she adds with a shake of her head. After few more mouthfuls of stew, "Yeah those flits do," she says of the firelizards, "and I've yet to hear about that possibility with the eggs. They might be tight-lipped about that information. There should be more news by tomorrow once everyone has calmed down." Needless to say she's probably one of the most calm-looking ones in the midsts of the hubbub. Kaskoril's sudden call has her looking in his direction, her wry smile forming as she regards the candidate. "Hey Kask," she says with a nod before adding to R'hin, "This is Kaskoril, one of the candidates here. Kask, this is R'hin from the Reaches." She motions to each one. A wry little smile is R'hin's response to Ayana's clearly rhetorical question, and after a beat or two, he says, "I can't speak on behalf of my Weyr, but if you require assistance I'll pitch in. I'd imagine the eggs are hard enough now that it'd be easier to transport them, then a few sevendays ago." His spoon pauses halfway to his mouth, pale eyes flickering over the new arrival before settling on the knot, which solicits an easy smile. "Hey." The bronzerider's demeanor infers deliberate casualness in contrast to the candidate's greeting of him. "Good to see you're unscathed, candidate." Kaskoril looks a bit shaken by the series of events that played out this afternoon, his face a bit grimey but no worse for wear. Kask exhales a sigh. "I'm glad you're all right" he says to the brownrider. "I'm still trying to find some people, but I think they may have been evacuated." He musters up a smile. "Welcome to Igen, Sir." he holds out his hand the bronzerider in greeting. "Aye. With all the shaking in the kitchens, I'm surprised that pot didn't fall closer and I'd be in a different situation." He clears his throat. "Sorry got off on a tagent there didn't I? A pleasure to meet you Sir." Ayana returns R'hin's wry grin and nods, "I'm sure your help would be welcomed," she offers the bronzerider warmly. We're certainly not in a position to turn help away." Kaskoril gets a once-over this time, then pats the cut on her forehead. "Yeah, I'll live," she says boldly, "and you look just fine. I heard Z'nal got called back here, so he could probably help you find whoever you're looking for. Here," and she waves towards the pots, "get something to eat and sit with us. I'm not surprised you look a bit shaken." She's halfway through her bowl now as she gives a aliitle stretch. R'hin nods agreeably to Ayana's words, taking another mouthful of the stew, though he's watching the candidate more than anything at this point. "More than understandable, given the circumstances, Kask. Won't you join us?" he invites genially on the heels of Ayana's, waving to a seat across the table from them. His brow furrows, querying, "Do you know Kalliope, one of the other candidates? Have you heard if she's okay? And what of your other fellows?" Kaskoril folds his arms across his chest and nods slowly. "Aye. Either way I'm sure they will be around sooner or later. I will make sure to talk to him," he means Z'nal, "tomorrow when I see him." His brows crease at the brownrider when she pats the cut on her forhead. His look is of mild concern but he remains quite. A smile creeps across his lips at both riders. "You know, you both have a good idea there. I haven't eaten anything since before the groundshake." He turns and fetches himself a hearty bowl of stew and settles down at the table. Once seated nods to R'hin. "Aye sir. I saw her earlier today in the kitchens. She was okay last time I saw her." He sets the spoon down and shrugs a bit. "I'm not sure of my peers though. I've been in a daze and thats whom I was looking for." he admits to the bronzerider. Ayana grins to Kaskoril once he seats himself, setting her bowl aside, "Be sure to see him," she says of Z'nal. "I know Sarai's going to be by soon, though I heard she was alittle hurt in the leg." She finishes her stew before adding to him, "Have you been by the candidate barracks yet? I know alot of them stayed there when it happened." Suddenly grinning, "Kask here is a good sketch artist," she tells R'hin as a side note of the candidate, "and he's very good at his skill." She nods that to Kaskoril, with oddly no trace of her usual surliness that's been the norm for the brownrider. There's a hint of relief in R'hin's demeanor at Kaskoril's reassurance. "I'm glad to hear that. If you see her, will you give her my best?" Ayana's mention of Kaskoril's profession - or former profession - sparks interest in pale blue eyes, the 'Reachian glancing at the candidate anew. "Indeed? I've some talent in that area myself. I studied with the Nabol Hold artist for some time. I'd love to see some of your work, some time." He's a little slower than Ayana at eating, but he finishes not along after her. Kaskoril rests his palms down on the table, a look of shock on his face. "Oh no. I hope she's okay?" he asks the brownrider. His eyes go down to the stew, his stomach growling enough to override his shock. He mouths a spoonfull of stew down to settle his stomach. "No I haven't been back to the barracks. I've been mostly trying to help out where I can. Its kept me busy most of the afternoon." Kask nods slowly, giving R'hin a smile. "I will be sure to do that Sir." Kask looks down at the stew again, a shy look on his face. "The brownrider gives me too much credit. I'm self-taught mostly." His brows arc in surprise. "Wow. I've never been lucky enough to study an artist. I just doodle as I go mostly. Aye! I would be happy to show you some of my hides sometime, Sir." Kask smiles softly. "Chayil and Junni were on her in an instant," Ayana relates about Sarai. "They won't let anything happen to her, so I'm sure she's fine. She sure was running about as though she didn't have one, though." At Kaskoril's shy demeanor and words, she rolls her eyes, and looks over to R'hin. "He's good," she says with a nod. "The moment he stepped in this Weyr, he had people asking him to sketch them. Owes me one sometime, in fact," and she flashes the candidate a grin. She looks thoughtful at hearing something of R'hin's past, a small smile playing on her lips. "I didn't know you could sketch," she says to him with an arched brow. "You've been holding out on me, bronzerider." "I could introduce you, if you'd like? Assuming, of course, you don't end up on a dragon," a faint, wry smile from R'hin as he gestures towards the hatching grounds. The look he gives Ayana is not in the least apologetic, though it's probably the first bit of information about his background that he's offered voluntarily. "About many things," he agrees, the words pitched to be facetious, lips twitching. His eyes abruptly cut across the field to where a cinnamon bronze rests, statuesque. With a weary, almost long-suffering sigh, he murmurs in a low voice, more meant for Ayana but undoubtedly heard by the candidate, "I'm being called for errands. Figures." He places a hand against the table, using it to push himself up. "I'll have to drop by again. I'm glad you're well, Kask," he says to the candidate, with a brief nod, before reaching to squeeze Ayana's shoulder. "I'll see you soon, Aya." He strides easily across the field towards Leiventh, mounting and airborne not long after. You climb up onto Leiventh's back, as the dragon rumbles softly. You spring into the air of the Bowl. |
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