Toren moves over with his bowl of hot porridge and klah. He sits down, "Hello E'gin, how are you doing? What's up with you for today?" He asks as he starts to eat.
Despite the fact that he waved him over, Haggard looking E'gin's expression does not seem overly thrilled at Toren's chipperness so early in the morning. He pauses to sip at his klah, deciding that it has cooled off enough to risk. His first reply is a grunt, taking a few more drags of klah before responding with words, "Just got back from sweeps. First shift, today. Drills later. Sleep? Never." Life is returning slowly to the rider, "You?"
Toren ughs, "I'm sorry to hear that. I'm just having some breakfast. I have a free day today so I was gonna go take a nice long bath and than so some practicing."
'Chipper' would not describe Brieli either as she enters from the caverns - not quite at 'haggard' either, but morning came a little too early for the seamstress as well. Perhaps that's why this morning's breakfast offerings has her indecisive enough to hold up the line at the serving table; once someone behind her makes a pointed comment, she snaps out of her dithering-slash-fugue to randomly throw a few things on a plate, flushing pink. "Sorry, sorry." A large mug of klah in addition is hardly a surprise. In fact, it's likely required.
E'gin raises a single eyebrow at Toren, staring at him from over his mug, "Why would you get up this early on a day off?" The grouchiness wearing off his tone leans toward curious. The brownrider turns to study the people who have slowly started trickling in. Brieli's unchipper experience at the serving line and her tossed together plate draw a grin from the male before he turns back to Toren.
Toren looks over at Brieli and he waves to her, "Hi Brieli!" He looks over to E'gin, "Well so I can spend the whole day doing whatever I want, instead of just sleeping it away."
Brieli will take that grin from E'gin for sympathy, and in light of the fact that the cavern is beginning to fill up, an invitation. An empty seat as close as possible seems wise. Looking over her plate as she approaches, she notes mildly, "I'm not even sure what this one thing is." It doesn't sound like that will stop her from eating it, though. As she slides into a seat, setting her things down, she asks Toren, "What if 'sleeping it away' is what you want to do? And hello again. Anyway, there's nothing wrong with sleep." And without sleep, we drink klah.
Toren shrugs, 'It just sounds boring sleeping the day away. I could just lie in bed all by myself. I like to be up and doing stuff." He nods, "Other people might like it, but not me."
"But sleeping it away is what I..." E'gin's thought's trail off as Brieli finishes them, another grin is settled on the girl. "Brieli?" After all Toren did just call to the girl. "E'gin." Is offered in his own way of greeting, he'd offer his hand but they are still wrapped protectively around his klah. "Well, sure, there are things to be done, but they will get done. Sometimes we need to relax too. I mean, it is a day off. I'm busy six of the other days."
With a little nod, "Nice to meet you, E'gin. Glad to lend support to the argument." Brieli makes a little 'go-team' motion with fork in hand and then digs in. After a bite or two, she tells Toren, "I wouldn't find it boring, especially on a day off. Everything's so... regimented, it's nice to have a day where there's nothing you /have/ to do or nowhere you /have/ to be. And if you're asleep, you can't be bored anyway." So there. A beat, then pointing to the rider, "Or what he said. Exactly."
Toren nods a little bit "Well I guess you are right there, but I will be relaxing with a nice hot bath. that sounds alot better to me than having to listen to my father snore."
"Well it seems we are right in tune today, Brieli." E'gin gives a lopsided grin, "Well you've got me there, Toren. Vysravth snores some but it isn't generally anything that keeps me awake." Attention given back to the female, the rider sets his mug on the table, "You're up early too. What has you busy this early in the morning?"
With a sigh, "The snoring can be a problem. But I find with determination, you can ignore it. Or with a pillow or two." Brieli pokes at something that she seems uncertain about, but takes a bite of anyway. To E'gin, with a smile, "It must be nice to only worry about one other thing snoring? And I'm on duty a little bit later. You know, emergency repairs. They are occasionally necessary. And there's endless mending." She rolls her eyes a little, exaggerated.
Toren nods, "Yah he doesn't even do it in tune, which is about the only thing my father doesn't do that in tune." He looks at E'gin, "Really dragons snore?" He asks all wide eyed.
"Emergency repairs? That sounds exciting, and important. And yah, I guess there would always bee something to mend, luckily that isn't my job, or every's stuff would be lopsided." E'gin smiles, before nodding to the boy's question, "Sure, I think just about anything with a nose can snore, but Vysravth has always been a champion, use to annoy his clutchsiblings in the barracks."
"Oh, yes. Terribly exciting and important." Brieli nods seriously to E'gin, before she grins and shrugs a little afterward, adding, "I don't mind it too much. Though I have a suspicion that the girl with the least seniority ends up with all the socks." The seamstress starts in on her food again, seeming interested in the dragon-talk, but not adding to it beyond, "I imagine that's a loud barracks."
Toren hmms, 'What kind of emergency repais? Is everything all right?" He nods, "Yah I can only imagine if all the dragons snored, did you get any sleep?"
"Oh, socks. I hope they at least wash them first." E'gin leans back in his chair, scooping his mug back up as he settles into the backrest. "Well, you don't really get a whole lot of sleep either way. You have this new personality in your head, and you are busy trying to figure out which one of you is feeling what. Which one of us was hungry? Which one was sleepy? It was so hard to tell at first, and if they are sleep and the person isn't...well guess who stays up anyway to make sure they don't get themselves into any trouble." A thumb is jabbed toward himself. "So the snoring isn't really a problem till later."
With a wave towards the apprentice, "Oh, everything's fine. I just have to be around in case someone rips their pants or dress or something." Brieli doesn't seem too worried, so there's likely no sewing disasters to be tamed that the weavers can't handle. Smushing the last crumbs from her plate under her fork to clean it, the brunette's head tilts as she listens to E'gin, thoughtful. Brows drawing together, "That sounds like - quite a bit to deal with all at once. I would think it would make managing anything else in your life difficult?"
Toren nods and makes a face, "I'd hope so too, nothing is worse than stinky socks...except for stinky underwear. I'm sure the lowest seamstress has to probably sew those." He thinks about it, "Sounds weird having another person in your mind. Why does it become a problem later?"
"Yah, it would make managing anything else pretty hard, which is why they separate weyrlings from the rest of the population, at least some." One of E'gin's arms crosses his chest, the other resting the mug of klah on it. "And there are pretty strick rules, it gives everyone time to figure out who is who in their head." Toren gets a slight nod, "It is weird, at first, but also so natural. I can't remember when Vysravth wasn't there." He shrugs softly.
Setting her fork down atop her now empty plate, Brieli tells Toren flatly, "Everything gets washed. And underwear gets thrown out." Because seriously, ew. Taking up her own mug, she considers E'gin's words, going so far as to have to echo, "'Who is who in their head'. It even sounds a little odd. I can't... It seems odd that it would feel... natural. Are you from here?" Because that would make a difference.
Toren nods a little bit, "I can see why. Yes I suppose there would have to be strict rules." He can't help but chuckle a little bit, "Well that's good to know. Does it feel different when you are inside of their head? Do you evenfeel the difference?"
"It never made sense to me until I experienced..." All of his easy going nature slips away at the single question, an intensity previously hidden is focused squarely on Brieli. He is silent as he draws in a long breath, studying her. The moment seems to last longer for him, then it actually does, "I'm from The Island." The particular way he says 'The Island' would be picked up by anyone who knows anything about the last few turns at the weyr. He's an exile. One of the ones that impressed, much to the surprise and horror of many the weyr residents. But that was a while ago so he lets it hang in the air, simply watching for the reaction.
Aware of being studied - how could she not be? - Brieli decides to focus on her mug for a moment, until E'gin has answered her; so enlightened, there's no shock or horror, just a flicker of interest in dark eyes. Careful, "Ah. Well, it wouldn't make any more sense to you than to anyone else who wasn't raised here, then. But as you said..." Sort of said? "It might be something that's not understood unless experienced."
Toren hmms, "I guess it's just one of those things you have to experience for yourself." He looks over at E'gin, "Really you from the Island, do you ever hope to go back there now that you have a dragon?"
Whatever E'gin was looking for Brieli seems to have given the right response, and his grin appears, curling up one side of his mouth, "Maybe, I think to really understand you have to experience it, but I...we didn't even know dragons existed. I was 16 when I first saw one. They looked like monsters to us, appearing out of no where over head, we thought they were going to eat us." Suddenly his attention is drawn to Toren and he cocks his head slightly to the side. "What for? There is no one there now. We went back once before we graduated, campout. It was okay, but not home anymore. Home is here now."
Brieli's eyes widen a little at E'gin's explanation, unable to really settle on an expression before; "I can only guess how that must have seemed. Appearing out of nowhere like that. Hopefully not in the dead of night." She coughs to clear a throat sounding a little raw, tilting her mug back to finish the contents. "So many changes," she almost marvels, shaking her head as she places the empty mug atop her plate. "You seem fine for them all."
Toren ohs and he nods a little bit, "I guess not. It stinks what happened to those exiles. The first time I saw a dragon it was awe inspiring. I mean I knew about dragon and heard people talking about them, but to see one up close was amazing...and than to ride one even better."
E'gin chuckles softly and shrugs, "Yah, well." An eyebrow lifts again at Toren, and E'gin softly corrects his term 'exile' with, "Islander. We're islanders." Shrugging softly he takes a sip of his klah, "Not being fine wouldn't do me much good. And for those of us who made it we've been doing okay. Some people here are very nice, be I guess that is anywhere you go, huh? Anyway, where are you from, Brieli? Not here, I'm assuming."
Brieli doesn't have much to say on the subject of dragons beyond, "I think I'll stick to walking for now." Her gaze flicks between Toren and E'gin at the correction, taking all that in with a neutral expression before nodding the rider's way. "That is true enough. And I'm from Crom, I've only been here a few weeks. It's been a good change so far, though..." A glance around the cavern confirms her suspicions. "I think I might be late. If you'll both excuse me?" She starts to rise from her chair.
Toren looks to E'gin, "Sorry islander. I'm from Fort Weyr." He waves to Brieli, "See you later. Be safe with the repairs." He stretches out a little bit.
"Crom? I'd like to know about that" E'gin perks up with interest, but then she excuses herself so he offers a grin to Brieli and a wave, "Maybe next time then. It was nice to meet you, and I wouldn't worry too much about being late, it is still early - any supervisor type person probably isn't even up yet." A little comfort to the leaving seamstress. "It's okay, Toren, I wouldn't have expected you to know."
"Thanks, Toren. And nice to meet you too, E'gin. Nothing I can tell you about Crom is likely that exciting, but I'm usually working down in the caverns, if you want to find me. And let's hope so..." Brieli offers both young men a flash of a grin and a wave before taking her dishes off to the dirty pile, then rushing down into the caverns.
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