An Unexpected Thank You

Xanadu Weyr - Observation Level

Dark blue seats form a semi-circle around the sands below, the lowest row separating from the sands themselves by merely a railing. The seats climb upwards, each row a bit higher then the previous, and they are broken up into sections by 3 sets of staircases. Lights are evenly spaced along the outer wall, lighting the seats and the sands easily, though they tend to be dimmed unless a major event is taking place. A large balcony looms overhead, darkening some of the seats, providing a place for observers of the draconic kind to watch without obstructing the view for others.

When one looks over the railing, the oddly hued sand below can be seen easily, the circle-shaped area of the sands spread out to the far walls, the sand itself a unique mixture of red and white grains.

Kilaueth is settled on the Sands, the gold curled around her clutch of thirteen buried eggs as she dozes lightly, at least somewhat aware of those who dare venture into the Hatching Arena and the Observation level above. However, she's not the only one keeping an eye on the surroundings this afternoon, for Niva has settled herself on the upperlevel as well, a pile of paperwork in her lap that she's going through slowly.

Moria quietly climbs up the staircase from the entrance hall. She pauses for several moments just at the top of the stairs and looks out onto the sands, admiring Kilaueth and her clutch. She then shakes her head slightly and begins to work her way along the outer wall, carefully examining the lights mounted here. Each bulb is, one by one, turned off then removed for inspection, deft fingers searching them for flaws before restoring and lighting them and moving onward.

Kilaueth lifts her head as a figure pauses at the top of the stairs, one faceted eye whirling lazy blues and greens as she regards the glasscrafter until the young woman has moved on, settling her head back on outstretched paws, eyes relidding as Niva takes up the watch. She tilts her head with interest as she watches Moria's progress, though she keeps her silence for the time being, to cause no disruption.

Moria is fairly swift going about her task, though she is very careful in her handling of the warm bulbs. When she first passes Niva she simply gives the Weyrwoman a smile and deep nod, but she continues her task. Two bulb locations are marked on a notepad during her examination, though they are left in operation for the time being, before she returns toward Niva. "Good afternoon, Weyrwoman," she greets softly, rough voice carrying ahead of her as she approaches.

"Journeyman.." Niva offers softly, motioning for the young woman to take a seat somewhere nearby, even as she is flipping the papers shut, setting them aside. "Before you go back to the office, I received a note for you this morning, and that friend of yours. From Lord Gaerwyn at Rubicon." She smiles a little, and turns her gaze to the sands and the large bumps that are hidden beneath the waves of sand. "And a gift, it seems, for each of you."

"I'll let you take the note to her, no need to disturb her day." Niva says with a soft nod at the note as she passes it over, the carefully folded note still sealed with the purple wax and the seal of Rubicon River - the neat handwriting expressing many thanks for the wedding present and the careful work that went into it, as well as apologizing for the delay, as it did take some matter of time for the Steward's gold to rise. Niva politely allows the younger woman time to read it, before nodding towards the edge of the sands. "I've put both pots there, to stay warm."

Moria accepts the note with another of those deep nods, gently breaking the seal and skimming it before looking at Niva, eyes still puzzled. "I'm sorry, pots?" she asks, clearly confused. "Why would pots need to stay warm? And what do they have to do with his gold rising?" Moria's not making the most obvious connection here, nope.

Niva laughs softly, shaking her head. "He has sent two firelizard eggs from his Steward's clutch. He said they were still a number of days from hatching, but I didn't peek. There was no specifics of which to whom." She comments, leaving her papers as she gets to her feet, moving to the rear stairs to the Sands. "Come along, and I'll get them for you." Kilaueth unlids one eye again, curiously staring at her lifemate.

Moria blinks, eyes wide with surprise. "He sent eggs?" she asks, voice squeaking slightly. She hurriedly tucks the note in her pocket as she rises to follow Niva. "Sorry, I'm just a little startled. My green recently clutched, so my mind went there when you mentioned firelizard eggs," she explains, blushing as she trails after Niva. She bows to Kilaueth as they come to the bottom of the steps. "Good afternoon, Kilaueth," she says respectfully.

Kilaueth gives a long snort in their direction, the gold moving around and resettling herself to better keep the duo in her view - just in case. Ducking for a moment, the pair of egg pots are quickly unearthed, revealing the dark metal that makes them up. "Then it seems that you have plenty of practice at caring for them… Make sure these two stay seperate however, I expect he sent the best of his clutch."

Moria smiles slightly as Kilaueth rearranges herself, ducking her head to hide the expression from the dragon. "More than I ever expected to have," she agrees. "It shouldn't be too hard to keep them seperate. I'll leave them in the pots. That'll make it easy," she says with a warmer smile for Niva. "Thank you for taking care of the eggs, Weyrwoman. I'll make sure Tresha knows you watched over them," she finishes.

"It was the least I could do. You have only yourself to thank, though, for doing a fine job." Niva offers with an inclination of her head as she straightens up, brushing the dust from her hands as she does so. "Do let me know what they turn out to be, I'm sure Lady Ryeira and Gaerwyn will be pleased to hear about them on my next visit." She offers, turning to head back towards the stairs.

Moria carefully cradles the egg pots, one to each arm to keep them balanced and secure. "We both had a lot of help," she defers modestly. "I'll make sure I let you know when you hatch." She glances at Kilaueth then the pots. "I wonder if they will hatch before Kilaueth's eggs do," she muses, following Niva back toward the galleries. "I hope they don't hatch at the same time. I've come to enjoy cheering for the candidates."

"Sooner, I hope. He said perhaps another two sevendays, if the messenger was correct.." Niva comments with a nod of her head at Kilaueth's eggs. "Hers have longer." And then she glances back at the Glasscrafter. "I hope your master doesn't mind me distracting you from your task, Journeyman…" The stack of papers is retrieved, though settled in her lap as she settles back down where she was, with another glance at Kilaueth and the Sands, though no words are added.

Moria nods slowly, reckoning the days up in her head. "Good, that means Trina's eggs should have hatched first as well. That will be good. Less chance of confusion, in that case," she remarks. Niva's comment about the task elicits a smile. "It's alright. I try to check the bulbs in here a couple times a month, because of the dimmer function. It's harder on the bulbs," she explains. "So you really aren't distracting me from a task set by my master. Just something of a hobby."

"You…" And Niva trails off, staring almost surprised at Moria as she explains what she was doing, and that in turn it is merely a hobby and not a chore set to her. A softly laugh, and she shakes her head with a soft sigh. "If only more were as… efficient as you.." Niva comments, with a slight nod of her head. "I should finish these papers before Lord Toban arrives from Black Rock.. If you'll excuse me.."

Moria smiles at Niva's surprise then blushes at the compliment. "I'll leave you to your work, then, Weyrwoman. Have a good afternoon, and please pass my regards to Kilaueth. She has a very fine looking clutch, there," she says as she dips another deep nod and departs for the entry hall.

Kilaueth offers a rumble at the departing glasscrafter, lifting her head to follow the young woman's progress, waiting until she's gone before she's settling back down to rest. Niva, as well settles in, nodding her head at Moria. "Good afternoon, Moria." She replies with a nod, before she's turning her attention to the work that awaits her.

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