Logs:A Little Personal History
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| RL Date: 20 February, 2015 |
| Who: K'zin, Rennea |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'zin runs into fellow weyrbrat Rennea, but doesn't recognize her. They chat. |
| Where: Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 22, Month 1, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: A blanket of cold, dense fog fills the bowl with its oppressive presence and obscures vision. |
| Mentions: Irianke/Mentions, Mave/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, Suireh/Mentions |
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>---< Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr(#350RJs) >----------------------------<
Stalactites hang high above this enormous cavern like a jagged chandelier
or an inversion of the Spires themselves, but shadows cling to them
instead of light. Below lie great tables arranged in rows, each large
enough to serve a fighting wing, while in the nooks and alcoves around the
cavern's edge sit more sensibly-sized tables, from six- and eight-seaters
down to intimate spots for just a couple of diners. The only really open
space is around the kitchen entrance, smelling of food and rarely quiet,
and by the nearby serving tables with their long buffet of the day's
offerings.
Tapestries on the smooth walls -- some faded and others newly woven --
only slightly mute the sea of sound when a meal is in full swing, but they
add cheerfulness augmented by the glowlight from wall sconces and the
centerpieces of each table. Still, shadows always creep along the ceiling
and into the mouths of the exits -- the myriad small hallways at one end
of the cavern and, at the other, the twisting tunnel to the bowl near an
array of coathooks and and hatracks -- and late at night, when the glows
are allowed to dim, the chamber can seem very dark indeed. Given the cold outside and the added bonus of dense fog pervading the bowl, the living cavern is a more popular place than usual in the pre-lunch lull. It's not exactly noisy, that comes with the lunch crowd, but nor is it quiet. K'zin's voice is among them, chatting at a table over an empty plate, though his company, it seems is on its way out. The bluerider gives the bronzerider a grin and a wave as he goes, leaving K'zin's brown eyes free to roam across the cavern in search of new entertainment. Hiding from the cold outside, a lone healer apprentice sits huddled over a steaming mug of klah and a partially emptied plate of now cooled food. The girls head is bent down as she seems to stare into the dark depths of her mug. K'zin's goal probably isn't joining the apprentice when he gets up to deposit his plate in the dirties bin and refill his mug from a hearth near her, and yet, once his mug is steaming again, he settles in across from her. "Morning," he offers pleasantly, "Chilly out there today," as if today is any different than any other 'Reachian winter day. Rennea peeks up, a smile warning on her face, "Morning." comes at first with a quick nod, "I don't envy anyone that has to be out there doing anything on a day like to day." she adds as she watches the rider settle across from her. "Meatrolls are fresh if you didn't get any, so is the klah." she notes as her mug is lifted to her lips for a drink. "Yeeeah," K'zin makes a face, "I have evening sweeps. I shouldn't be surprised if I end up in the infirmary with a frostbitten nose, even with layers. But I imagine you see a lot of that. Noseless men and all that, in your line of work here," there's humor in his voice, of the cheesy variety. "I'm K'zin, by the way," he lifts his mug of klah to show his thanks for her advice. Rennea grins more widely, "If you end up in there, I'll be sure to rush right over to help save your nose." A shrug of shoulders, "Not as many as one would think." she offers. "Though I think some find ways of covering their noses and ears better to keep them from freezing." Her own mug is lifted in return. "Rennea, healer apprentice, helper to save noses and ears." "Thank you," K'zin says emphatically, with a bright grin. "I am rather attached to it," his eyes flare a little wider to highlight the terrible humor. He sips from his mug, allowing that to be the transition to more serious topics, "Well, there are leather masks, some lined with some felted wool with ventilation holes, but the design could be better, I think, but I'm no weaver to know how to do it. The goggles and helmet help, too. I suppose people have been doing this for enough turns to know what they're about." How long has it been since the founding of High Reaches Weyr? A while, anyway. Rennea giggles softly, then nods "They do seem rather...uncomfortable. The masks that is. "Line them with something a bit softer thats just as warm and maybe more would wear them without complaints." A few more sips at her mug. "I'm glad you are, your face wouldn't seem just right without it." is pointed out with a wink. "The Infirmary is all ready for those that get to cold, there's blankets and more kept warm just encase." "Better hours of discomfort than turns of featurelessness." K'zin says it like it's been intoned to him as a lesson to be learned. His grin widens for her return of good (bad) humor. "Did you live somewhere cold before you came here?" He queries curiously, "Or is this posting your first with truly frigid winters?" Rennea waves a hand to the area around here, "This is home, left only for a short time before coming back." Nimble fingers release her mug long enough to tuck a strand or three back off her face and behind her left ear. "I don't mind the cold so much, could be worse as far as I'm concerned...like unrelenting heat!" K'zin's lips pucker a moment along with his brow. Then he squints, and tilts his head and squints, and again to the other side. "Like Igen, where Weyrwoman Irianke's from," pops out without much thought behind it. The bronzerider is distracted, still looking at her like he's trying to Rennea grimaces at the thought of the Hot Weyr. "Exactly. I prefer the cool and ice of Reaches." She falls silent for a time before answering "18 turns and a few months sir." she offers back. " She doesn't seem to take any offense at the question. "You may not have seen me often in here, I stay in the infermary alot or in the craft areas." "Ahh," is a note of relief as K'zin's world makes sense and goes on spinning. "That explains it then. I grew up here, too, and then in the craft caverns until I Impressed. But I'm twenty-three now," his dimple peeks in some private amusement about the number. "With five turns between us, I probably never paid you any mind in the caverns." And K'zin-- then, Wakizian-- was probably just one of the many faceless nameless older boys marauding the territory of the littles. Rennea relaxes more and more as they talk "If we were in the nursery areas at the same time, I wouldn't have been paid much attention to, I was a rather quiet one, always playing away from all the noise and stuff of the rest of the littles." she points out with a small smile. "I try to avoid the barracks unless /I have/ to go there and sleep." "Let's see. Five turns between us," K'zin readily does the mental math, "I was probably moved into the candidate barracks by the time you were moved in to the apprentice dorms here. How old were you when you apprenticed?" He queries, to check his math and reasoning skills. "I think I spent most of my time following Suireh around, or harassing Mave. Or, you know, other people." But there's a fond smile for the two he's named, even if the story isn't strictly true. He didn't even mention pining for Quinlys after all! Rennea frowns, "I was between 11 and 12 I think when I became an official apprentice." she sighs softly, "I used to have to sneak away to get to the infirmary to 'help' out if you know what I mean." she says, "I was always drawn there for some reason." "So, yeah. That's about right," with the times. K'zin smiles before taking another sip, "So that's why you apprenticed? And you're still happy doing it?" Rennea nods "Very much so I am happy, and I could keep doing it for some time to come." A few more drinks of her klah and it's set aside. "It makes me feel whole...though who knows what the next few turns will hold." she pauses then grins, "Perhaps I'll change and want to become a Baker or Weaver one of these days." Rennea has disconnected. "If only the world worked that way," K'zin says with a fleeting, wistful sigh. He has one final grin for Rennea, before, "Duty calls. Excuse me, won't you?" And up he gets with his klah, draining the hot drink before dumping the mug in the bin on his way out. |
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