Low Calorie Conversation

Xanadu Weyr - Clearing

A wide clearing stretches from east to west, the ground packed hard although grass grows across most of it. Trees are strictly forbidden in this space, their danger to the constant draconic traffic reason enough to banish them to the forest that creates a this and sharp border to the north. Where the ground is less trampled, tiny flowers poke their delicate heads out from their shaded hiding places with upturned petals to wave to whoever may be looking.

The cliff looms imposingly on three sides, stretching upwards all the way up the side of the mountain where, high above, Xanadu's Star Stones and the ever present watchdragon sit on a lonely peak. Directly south is a massive tunnel, fully wide enough for even the largest dragon to fly down. Southeast are wide steps leading up to the Caverns and eastwards is the large entrance to the Infirmary. Somewhat north of the Infirmary is a human sized archway that has a frequent quantity of traffic — it leads to the Tavern. Southwest lies the low ledges currently belonging to Xanadu's queens while north and west a broad path cut by the side of the cliff leads to the Feeding Grounds and due north is the spacious trail that leads to the rest of the Weyr.

It's a winter morning in Xanadu, the sun shines weakly trough a veil of lightly falling snow. Tiny crystals that catch the light with twinkles as they fall, lend a glitter to the ground and anything else they fall on. Thea is walking with no apparent purpose in mind, just enjoying the morning. She's bundled in flight leathers and boots, hands thrust in the pockets, her head and neck wrapped in a fine, handmade woolen scarf of deep claret. Snowflakes have managed to cling to hair not covered by the scarf and her eyelashes, but she doesn't seem to mind.

D'had makes his way out of caverns, or rather he's chased from within - one of the kitchen assistants shouting about stealing dishes or some such breaking the relative quiet of the morning. "Bring it back," the blue rider shoots over his shoulder with that charming grin of his. Of course the chill of the air and the snow of outdoors is perhaps his only protection from having the woman continue after him into the bowl.

Thea's attention can't but help be drawn by the shouts from the cavern's entrance. She spots the fleeing D'had and can't help but grin just a tiny bit, her eyes flicking from him to the irate kitchen worker. "Hullo Wingleader D'had." Ice green eyes dancing with silent laughter, "You been stealing cookies or something?"

"Klah," D'had returns, his attention drawn to the weyrwoman when she addresses him, a hand lifting the mug it holds just a bit higher once he's finished a sip. "She seems to have it in her head I'm not good a bring the dishes back. Beautiful morning though, isn't it weyrwoman." he adds with a wink.

Thea's eyes slide towards the cavern entrance, then back to D'had, brows raised, "Does she indeed? Mmm. Waste of emotion worrying about crockery, chasing after you and such. Should just check your weyr now and then, collect them." Something suddenly seems funny to the weyrwoman, for she's struggling to keep from laughing. She must turn her head, appearing to give the area a sweeping look, "It is! Cold though." When she has her expression back in control, she turns back, "How's Siebith today?"

D'had chuckles and nods. "Hmm. Yeah, I get them back there, just takes a day or two sometimes." Besides, its just so much easier to get it from the caverns than making his own! "He's doin good. Only complaint is like you said, cold." He continues, drawing up beside the woman. "Probably head up to warmer waters this afternoon, let him catch a good swim." He pause a beat to continue to sip the quickly cooling liquid in his mug. "Welcome to come if you like, but I'm sure yours would rather have you here being on the sands. How's she doing? Must be about time for them to crack."

Thea resumes walking, head-tilting at the Wingleader, "That so? S'long as they don't collect mold, I can't see the problem with a short delay." As the man steps up beside her she asks, "Where are ya headed? Ista?" Before shaking her head ruefully, "Can't leave the Weyr with Seryth on the sands, though I do appreciate the invite." She pats one of her pockets, "Need to get these papers to Enkavir today anyway." She pauses to flick the accumulating snow from the hair above her forehead. "Seryth's well. Snuggling the warmth on the Sands today." There's a slight shrug, "Should be just a couple of sevendays at the most, from what the Dragonhealers say."

D'had nods, "Probably up that way," he agrees to the guess of Ista. "And I understand about her, maybe some other time then. 'Sides, you've got those sands to keep you warm if ya need here lately." he quips back, ever with a grin.

Thea laughs then, her breath puffing tiny clouds, as she twinkles a sidelong look at D'had, "Staying warm hasn't been a problem for me of late." There's a current of satisfied contentment in her tone as she says it. She pats the papers once, "Best go to the office and get these taken care of. Enjoy your day in the warm waters. Say hi to Siebith for me." She turns towards the Caverns, tossing a casual wave as she goes, "Have a good one, Wingleader." And her steps pick up the pace as she goes, her cheery voice, humming a lilting tune, drifting back through the falling flakes.

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