Empty Weyr, Quiet Weyr

Xanadu Weyr - Stables

The Stables of Xanadu Weyr are composed of one long building, lined with box and standing stalls that are kept thoroughly clean by the resident grooms and stablehands. Runners nicker and neigh at everyone who enters, save for the obstinate ones that just flicker their ears in indignant curiousity that they dare not make visible. The foremost stalls near the door to the Barn Yard are the grand box stalls which are home to the prized runners of Xanadu, as well as the most pregnant, those which are so far along that they require constant observation by the Herders, so as to ensure easy foaling.

However, the primary design of stall which lines the broad pathway that is covered in saw dust which is the main avenue of the Stables, is that of the Standing Stall. Many runners are in the standing stalls, with ropes strung across the front so as to keep the runners from leaving their designated containers. A few hay bales sit here and there along the avenue, some of which act as seats for the stablehands and grooms on their breaks, others as snacks for those runners who can reach out their necks far enough. Buckets and baskets of grooming supplies, brushes and combs, and the like also sit here and there, occassionally knocked over by a wayward hoof or inquiring muzzle.

It is getting late in the evening and the light is beginning to fade inside the stables. A light wind blows, ruffling the loose hair of Morlanol, who stands, looking at the last horse in a stall with a certain degree of foreboding. He'd managed to get through the other horses on his grooming docket, but he'd been warned that the last one was going to be more wild than the others. The black stallion flares his nostrils as Morl contemplates whether to actually curry the stallion or try to ask for help. He starts to approach the stall, whistling softly, but the stallion whinnies again, kicking the stall door, causing Morl to yell and jump back from the stall.

That yell has Cenlia peeking into the stables, the girl having just finished in the garden. She raises an eyebrow, calling a curious, "Hullo?" The girl spies Morlanol and then the runner, wrinkling her nose and asking, "What'cha doing?" She doesn't approach, however, instead leaning against the doorframe and eyeing the animals suspiciously.

Morlanol grins at Cen, turning and clearly glad for the distraction she posed, "I… I ha' groomin' t'day. I go' through mosta them, bu' this las' one's huge an' mean." The stallion gives another fierce whinny, as if to emphasize Morl's statement and he jumps again, then raises his eyebrows, giving Cen a look that clearly says 'see?'

The sound of a broom sweeping through the far end of the stables pauses at the sound of the yell. "Oh come on. It's just a runner. Thought you miners were supposed to have balls." Donakan looks over his shoulder, rolling his eyes before getting all of the dirt into a small pile which he pushes into a dust pan. "Guess maybe being down in the freezing cold mines all the time freezes them off or something." Apparently, he's back to his usual self, regardless of his embarassment over a certain letter read infront of the candidate class.

Cenlia eyes the stallion warily, muttering, "Shardin' runners, good luck with that." Donakan gets a brief sideways glance when he speaks, but Cenlia's not about to comment on the miner's manhood, regardless. The girl doesn't move or offer Morlanol any help with the runner either, which is probably a good thing, considering her luck with animals. Instead, she looks around at the other animals, musing, "Wonder which one nearly killed Enkavir." Apparently she's heard some of what happened, but perhaps not all of it, as she's not asking Morlanol specifically.

Morlanol, being younger and having less self-control than Cenlia, gives Donakan a hard glare, "Y' fin' ou' who sent ya tha' le'ter yet?" He turns back to Cen, "Don' like th' things much m'self an' thisun's s'posed t' be groomed again t'morrow anyway. I guess I'll jus' leave it" He raises hand, pointing at a black stallion in the corner stall what is tied down by two ropes, which it's still bucking against, "Tha' one go' Enk 'n' me."

Leaning on his broom, his task complete, Donakan just smirks, twitching his nose with disgust towards the miner. "Nope, and don't much care." He snorts, taking the broom with him as he walks towards the other two, eventually leaning it up against a bunch of other cleaning supplies. "If that's an attempt at embarassing me again, you should try harder." He challenges, and folds his arms over his chest. "Scared of runners. Sheesh." He mutters, and leans against an empty stall, almost lazily.

Cenlia raises her eyebrows, having been absent during the barracks inspection, "What letter?" She glances again at Donakan, and then backat the runner with a thoughtful, "Hunh." Another curious glance at Morlanol, and Cen asks, "You got brained too? Ro said there were some nasty ones in here." And Cenlia wisely remains whre she, well away from said runner. At Donakan's last comment, the girl tilts her head and asks him, "And you ain't afraid of that one?"

Morlanol was about to retort to Donakan when Cenlia asked about the letter. He grins instead, "Oh. Tha's righ'. Y' weren' there fer th' 'nspection. Donny there was readin' a loooOOOoooove letter 'n' then th' assistan' Werylin' master caugh' him an' read it t' ev'rybody. 'Pparan'ly he makes someone's hear' all a-twi'ter" As if to emphasize Cen's statement, the runner in the stall next to the one Donakan's leaning against shoves it's face over the door and tries to nibble on his head, causing Morl to giggle a bit.

"Yeah yeah, hah hah." Donakan rolls his eyes again, showing a total lack of any sort of shame for this getting brought up. He's probably heard a few too many quips about it lately for it to really bother him anymore. "So I got caught reading a love letter from some girl. Big deal. Try a bit harder miner." The boy looks over as a runner nose catches his vision, but he doesn't react negatively, just ducking down and stepping away from it. "Go eat'cher hay you stupid beast." He mutters, and then looks back towards the other two. "And no, I'm not afraid of that one." He points towards the one Morlanol was assigned to tend to, "And I'd be sharding stupid to go anywhere near the one back there. Not my issue if you and that record keeper have a death wish."

Contrary to what might be expected - amusement at Donakan's likely embarrassment - Cenlia instead frowns, asking, "It weren't written in blue ink, was it? There was some stalker going around leaving letters back when the ovines got loose. Think X'hil said they left it in a basket his foster ma had, even. Found some in the cots in the infirmary, too. Was shardin' creepy." The girl wrinkles her nose, "I still think it was some healer playing a prank." SHe eyes the runner again, but from her expression, possibly she agrees with Donakan about the 'death wish' part, saying to Morlanol, "Should get one of the beastcrafters to work with it. Ain't safe makin' candidates groom that thing." She pauses a moment, then adds, "Can talk to Rei or Thea. Bet they'd fix that if some lazy stablehand assigns ya to it."

Morlanol raises one eyebrow, giving Donakan a decidedly leading look, "Y' sure i' was a girl? Y' know how many guys in th' Weyr're sly." The runner whinnies again, as if emphasizing Cen's comment. Morl nods, "Yeah, I kee' meanin' t' mention it t' someone, bu' Thea's so overworked as it is an' I ha'en' seen Rei in a while." He lets Donakan's comment about a death-wish sit, knowing it's not worth getting into a fight with the boy unless he can get him to swing first.

"Pshh." Donakan just snorts once more at the miner. "You're daft, aren't you? Letter said she wanted to be my weyrwoman." He pauses then, and seems to consider the other option. "Guess if it's a guy, I'd be flattered, but I'm going to be a bronzer. No guys in my bed." He lifts his chin, seeming quite proud of this fact. "Stablehands shouldn't be assigning us that one. Heard that butthead brother of mine saying that Seryth wanted it for lunch. No better than glue." He shoots only a fleeting look towards the runner, before glancing at the other two. "What're you doing here anyways, Cenlia? Need more runner dung for your plants? Don't know what is about garden folk and dung…"

Cenlia seems to ponder for a moment, still regarding that runner, before saying more to herself than to Morlanol, "I'll mention it to Thea, next time I see her. Know where her weyr is, now. Got some stuff I been meaning to ask her anyways." Cen smirks at Donakan and says, "If you impress bronze, you'll still get plenty of guys in bed. Lotta greenriders're guys." She raises an eyebrow at the memnton of Seryth, but then grins at Donakan and shrugs lightly, "Don't use runner dung in the gardens. 'Least I don't. Kitchen scraps bein' composted instead. Though if yer offerin' to haul dung over there, feel free." As for what she's doing here, she doesn't reply, though she's still leaning against the doorframe.

Morlanol nods after Cenlia mentions the green dragonriders, "Yeah, y'll bed 'ooever rides a dragon yers flies, boy or girl." The evil runner whinnies again as if to emphasize the threat he poses. He glances out the door to the stables, "Leas' th' fog's cearled up… does it seem quie' t' you two?"

Cenlia's words cause Donakan to pause momentarily, blinking as if he'd never thought of the prospect of flying a male-ridden green. "Err…" Blink. The boy shakes his head then, and waves the thought off. "Doesn't mean I have to like it." Nope, he's quite sure on that, for a twelve year old who doesn't know the first thing about girls, guys, or much of anything else for that matter. "But no, it wasn't blue ink or creepy or anything." He lets the comments about dung hang in the air, ignoring them for the time being before glancing at Morlanol. "Quiet?" He glances out one of the windows, and then shrugs. "A little. Haven't seen any of the stablehands in here in a while. Wonder what's up?"

Cenlia nods to Morlanol, "Yeah, 's why I came over here. Was pretty quiet out-" she glances back out into the meadow and says, "Didn't even see any dragons outside." She turns back, unconcerned for the moment, saying, "M' glad the fog's gone. Last thing we need is more renegades sneakin' through the place."

Morlanol shrugs, mostly ignoring Donakan's apparent obsession with mating. He pokes his head further out the door, then comes back in, "There ain' a single dragon in th' air ou' there. I thin' this's th' firs' time I've e'er seen th' sky completely empty since I've been here." He gives Cen his most serious look, "Y' don' think th' ren'gades kidnapped 'em d'ya?"

Obsession? Hadn't someone -else- brought that whole issue up? Donakan is his usual, self-absorbed self, not seeming to pay much attention to what the others are saying until the miner's words break into his head. "Kidnapped… all the dragons?" He turns, so very slowly, to see if Morlanol had grown an extra head, or had just spontaneously become more stupid. "I think you've spent too much time down in the mines. When the air smells funny, you're supposed to come up. It makes your brain die you know." He says as if speaking to a child, but then seems a bit more serious as he steps towards the doorway, glancing out. "It is odd, though."

Morlanol shrugs, "There're always a'leas' one or two dragons in th' air…" When Cen talks about leaving, he nods, following immediately behind the girl.


Xanadu Weyr - Caverns

A massive cavern in it's own right, this one has been skillfully adapted for human habitation. The high ceilings have been painted a light, soft ivory, as are the walls where numerous tapestries hang to provide brilliant color and insulation from the stone. The floor has been left in its natural state, pale pink granite speckled through with glittering mica and dark flecks of basalt, leveled carefully but kept sufficiently rough to avoid slips.

The cavern itself is loosely divided into areas, each one set up to be suitable for some segment of the Weyr's population. The most frequently occupied area, however, is the one near the Kitchens where tables of varying sizes provide a place to sit down and eat or chat and a buffet of consumables is almost always kept stocked. Its plain that on most days, this area wouldn't accommodate anywhere near the full population of the Weyr and equally plain that on such occasions when a formal meal is laid out, tables are appropriated from all the other areas.

A big fireplace is set into the wall near the Kitchens as well, several comfortable chairs nearby providing haunts for elderly residents or riders who like a good view of all that happens. Rugs cover the floor in strategic spots, all of them abstract or geometric in design and most in the softly neutral colors of undyed wool.

Exits lead off in all directions, a big archway the largest and that leading outside. Shallow stairs to the west lead to the offices and administration area while tunnels to the east lead to the infirmary, kitchen and resident's quarters. Southwards, a sloping tunnel leads down to the hot springs and southwest is a wide tunnel, carefully roped off to avoid accidents.

The caverns are empty too, as were all of the steps along the way. The eating caverns are eerily empty. Morl even goes so far as to stick his head through the door to the kitchen, risking Denna's wrath, but there's no one there, and he says as much to the others.

Normally, Donakan wouldn't be seen dead in the living caverns with a gardener and a miner, but as he follows behind them, back towards the weyr… well the emptiness gets to him as well. So, he quickens his pace, and enters the caverns just a step or two behind the other two candidates, looking around with his eyes a bit wider than normal. "So… Who farted and cleared out the weyr?" He asks, nervously, his humor not exactly quite as biting as it normally is. He nudges at one of the empty chairs, and then looks at the other two, older candidates. "You think they could have evacuated? And… we didn't hear it?"

Cenlia's slight frown has been getting more frowny by the step, and as she glances around the empty living caverns, she chews the inside of her lip as she too peeks into the kitchen, seeming less concerned about Denna's wrath than Denna's whereabouts. Since her firelizards, oddly, aren't here, she shrugs and then turns to regard Donakan, "Could be, I guess. I wouldn't've heard anything, anyways. Was pretty far back in the garden. What'd have a whole weyr evacuated, though?"

Morlanol makes an odd grimace at Donakan's comment, "'Twas prolly Vivian…" He continues to look around, poking his head through a few more doors in the process, "Doncha thin' they woulda come t' th' stables t' check fer workers? I mean, they know who's scheduled there an' all th' stable han's… how'd they all leave wi'ou' us noticein'… an' why wouldn' they tell us?"

The whole thing seems to have Donakan a bit shaken, although he'd never admit it. "Well, I can see why they wouldn't bother with you two but… my mother and father wouldn't have left without me." He sounds so sure of that, until he realizes that it's likely the nursery is empty too. "Wait a minute." He raises a hand and looks at the two of them. "They wouldn't leave the eggs un-guarded, right? So the two queens still have to be here. Moving the eggs would be too much of a risk, right?" Is that a bit of a frantic gleam in the boy's eyes? Probably, he's not used to being left behind, or forgotten.

Cenlia nods to Morlanol, "Yeah, you guys weren't exactly hard to find." Glancing at Donakan, the girl mutters, "Yeah, an' X'hil'd come find me, or B'miel. Figure it weren't…" but she trails off, glancing back out to the clearing and asking, "What if somebody stole the eggs? Been hearing all them sounds from somewhere, an' wasn't there that stuff written on the table?" But again, she doesn't wait for a reply, heading immediately out of the cavern.

It's certainly not a crush on the part of Donakan, who just stares after the girl in surprise. "Stole… the… wha?" His mouth drops open, and for the first time he looks a bit like a lost and confused twelve year old. "Sharding girls, make up your mind." He throws his hands up in the air in a childish display of temper, and then groans as Morlanol seems to agree with her insanity. "Fine, let's go look. At least then maybe I can get the queens to tell me what in Faranth's name is going on here." He stomps, a bit too loudly, behind the other two, having to go extra fast to keep up.


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.

Cenlia is practically jogging as she heads up to the observation level of the hatching arena, and when she peers over the edge, there's an odd look on her face. Certainly, she'd been worried, but instead of breathing a sigh of relief at what she sees, the girl suddenly doubles back, and flops into a seat, purposefully calling over to the boys, and perhaps looking a bit overdramatic, "Sands're empty." She does manage to keep a straight face.

Morlanol gasps, shouting "NO!" as he rushes to the edge of the stands where he stops, staring dumbstruck at the sands. Softly he mutters, "Now what?" His eyes are downcast, his shoulders tense, but he's barely managing to conceal a giggle. After all, he's just playing along.

"What?!" Donakan's pace quickens as he runs, nearly stumbles up onto the observation level and nearly flings himself over the railing. Surprise, and confusion colors his features as… the eggs are accounted for. Slowly, he turns towards the two of them. "That was dirty." He balls a hand up, threateningly towards Morlanol, but the relief seems enough that he just gives it up and flops back into a seat. "You guys really -do- want to give me a heart attack. Youngest kid to ever die on pern of heart failure."

Cenlia can't keep a straight face as Donakan also seems to fall for it for a moment, the girl snerking and then grinning at him good-naturedly, "Well, 'least we know it ain't some emergency now. Woulda heard it, am sure." She does pause to glance atthe exit, saying, "Shardin' odd, though. Wonder where everybody is?"

Morlanol flops down next to Cenlia, an evil grin on his face for Donakan, "Tha' was evil, Cen. I jus' wish I'd've though' o' it. Almos' wish Vivian was here so we coulda go' her too." He takes a deep breath, regaining his composure, "I dunno where everyone is, either. Wish we coul' ask th' queens, they'd prob'ly know."

"Bah." Donakan snorts at the both of them and leans forward over his knees, content to ignore them for the time being. The eggs were still there, so his bronze is probably still there, right? Maybe. "Either of you pull that sorta thing again and so help me…" He grumbles, and grips the side of the chair a bit harder. "S'not like you'd understand." He sulks, and kicks at the floor with his boot, lip set in a pout. "Why don't you go send one of your sharding flits and find out? Not like they aren't somewhere on pern. Little annoyances should be able to find them."

Cenlia grins at Morlanol, saying, "Shoulda seen when I threw that little stuffed ovine at X'hil." She giggles, and then tilts her head, "Vivian? Keep hearing things about her. She really that awful? 'Sides not doin' any chores - though D'had said he'd look into that." Donakan's threat gets a slight smirk from the gardener girl, though she tilts her head curiously and asks, "Understand what?" But his suggestion actually gets a nod from the girl, "Good idea. Mine're all asleep, though. Left 'em in the greenhouse. Figure they'll come find me when they get up." So that's why the flock is currently absent. "Surpised you dun't got any flits yet," she adds, turning back to Morlanol, "Yours around? You got 'em trained real good, could send 'em to find someone."

Morlanol grins back, "Stuffed ovine? I must've missed that incident" He gives Donakan another scathing look, "They're no' nuisances… y'd know tha' if'n y'd ever impressed one." He turns to Cen, "I lef' mine in th' barracks…" He gives a sharps whistle and a few moments later Agate and Bloodstone appear, each giving a sleepy chirp and broadcasting the image of a mysteriously empty barracks room. He whistles again, more softly this time, and they both flitter over to land on his shoulder. He carefully lifts Agate down and tries to give the slightly older flit the image of Thea, but he just chirps at Morl confused.

"Vivian's not bad." Of course, Donakan would be one of those who thinks so, since he's not far from her sort of attitude. "The only reason I don't have a lizard yet is my father has been trying to get me a gold or bronze egg. He's been having trouble with it since most riders trade or sell the larger eggs." He explains, and then slumps back in the chair, crossing his arms over his chest stubbornly. He watches the two firelizards appear, perhaps with a little bit of resentment for the bronze that Morlanol has, but he keeps his big mouth shut for the moment. "I wouldn't care so much that everyone's gone, if I weren't so sharding hungry. Did they have to take the food with?"

Cen glances over at the railing when Morlanol whistles, the girl saying, "Not so loud, maybe." But she grins, saying, "Flits're shardin' useful." She tilts her head, adding, "Ain't so hard to get 'em, 'specially in this place. Shards, I gotta be carful to /not/ get another one," her grin widening as she adds, "Though I guess I wouldn't mind a green, since now all mine're old enough and trained up. Baby flits're cute little things." So Cenlia has a soft spot for the cuteness. Who knew? She tilts her head at Donakan, replying to his question, "Could go check." Cenlia herself doesn't move.

Morlanol nods at what Cen says about flits, only looking slightly sorry that he might have bothered the queens, "Yeah. If'n y' don' wanna 'mpress th' flits what're there, jus' don' feed 'em. I don' see why yer no' at ev'ry queen hatchin' if'n y' wan' a metallic one so bad. An' th' li'tle ones're the cutes' o' all." His stomach rumbles noticeable, causing him to grin sheepishly, "I'm a li'tle 'ungry, too, I thin'…"

Morlanol nods at what Cen says about flits, only looking slightly sorry that he might have bothered the queens, "Yeah. If'n y' don' wanna 'mpress th' flits what're there, jus' don' feed 'em. I don' see why yer no' at ev'ry queen hatchin' if'n y' wan' a metallic one so bad. An' th' li'tle ones're the cutes' o' all." His stomach rumbles noticeable, causing him to grin sheepishly, "I'm a li'tle 'ungry, too, I thin'…"

Rolling his eyes once more, Donakan just leans his head back, closing his eyes. "Useful. Fine." He grumbles, and grasps the upper part of his nose between his thumb and index finger, as if he were somehow being placed in pain by being surrounded by the idoicy of others. "I don't exactly babysit clutches of firelizard eggs. I've got better things to do with my time." He turns his head just slightly to cast an accusing look in their direction. "I'll get one eventually. It's not like I really need one right now anyways." He folds his arms over his eyes, blocking out the light, trying to ignore being stuck with these two… lowlifes.

Morlanol's grumbling stomach gets a chuckle from Cenlia, the girl saying, "You wanna risk sneakin' into the kitchen?" Her eyes are merry, however, as she stretches and stands, going instead to the railing to peer down at the eggs, "Wonder what they'll all be like," she mumbles before heading off toward the exist with a, "C'mon, Master Denna can only wave a spoon at one of us at a time," and her mischievous grin certainly can't bode well.

Morlanol stands, grinning, "Tha's true, if she's even there… which migh' be a relief in some ways…" Agate and bloodstone give additional little cheeps. "I thin' they'll be amazin'… though some of 'em migh' be scarier 'n' I'd like."

Just when he's comfortable, these two want to get up? Groaning, Donakan sits forward again, and mutters. "Can't you two decide one place to go and stay there? Shells." He pushes himself to his feet, knowing very well that he doesn't -have- to go along. Even so, it's a bit creepy to be by yourself in an otherwise empty weyr. "Next you'll have us come right back here. Back and forth. Wherrybrains." He growls, but stalks along behind them. "Bet they'll be a healthy batch. No dragon flu this time." He tries, at least, to join the conversation, although really he just is a third wheel, and a sulky one at that.

Cenlia grins at Morlanol, "If she's there, I can ask her about makin' brandycakes. Keep meaning to take the bottle over there." The girl is thoughtful a moment before adding, "Didn't think any of 'em were scary. Last three were kinda mean, but I liked the rest," though her musing is interrupted by Donakan over there. Cenlia raises a brow when she sees him following them. Third wheel indeed. Cenlia grins back at Donakan when he speaks, saying, "Well, you weren't goin' to check. Ain't like you gotta follow me around. Can be sure /I/ ain't sent that letter." Is she trying to get rid of him? Possibly, though the wink she gives Morlanol is more mischief than anything. The mention of dragon flu does get a brief frown, but she shrugs it off and heads into the clearing.

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.

Morlanol follows Cen, grinning at her joke before continuing the conversation about eggs, "Th' one with th' buildin' on it seemed so sad. I can' wai' t' see wha' comes out o' it. I hope i' comes t' me." He thinks for a moment, "Oh, and I forgo' earlier. Viv's mean t' me jus' 'cause I'm a miner, leas' tha's wha' she sai'. Sai' I was more likely t' impress a wher than a dragon."

"Don't care if you did or not." Donakan's reply is short, and a dark expression lingers on his face at the repeated attempts at embarassment everyone seems so intent on. "I'm just going along to find some food. I'm hungry. And tired." And I don't want to be alone. The last part, of course, goes unsaid, as he isn't about to admit any further weaknesses to be made fun of. "Well, miners usually do impress to whers you know." He adds in. "Don't know anything about any eggs with buildings. Think you're imaginging things."

Cenlia tilts her head, listening to Morlanol while she walks, eyebrow raised as she asks, "Miners use whers though, don't they? I only ever seen the watchwher in South Boll." But she shrugs, "I dunno yet which egg I liked best… there were two maybe," but she chuckles, glancing back at Donakan a moment before she's saying, "Well, I'm heading back into the garden after I grab some dinner." The girl's grin gets wider as she asks Morlanol, "Hey, you wanna help with the treehouse?"

Cenlia tilts her head, listening to Morlanol while she walks, eyebrow raised as she asks, "Miners use whers though, don't they? I only ever seen the watchwher in South Boll." But she shrugs, "I dunno yet which egg I liked best… there were two maybe," but she chuckles, glancing back at Donakan a moment before she's saying, "Well, I'm heading back into the garden after I grab some dinner." The girl's grin gets wider as she asks Morlanol, "Hey, you wanna help with the treehouse?"

"Delusional miners." Donakan mumbles to himself, gripping the top of his nose once more as if spending time with these two was fast becoming a trial in and of itself. "You know what, I'm going to go back to the barracks. I bet if I catch an early night's sleep, this nightmare will be over by morning." Yes, he considers being forced to spend time with Morlanol and Cenlia to be a nightmare. "You two go on. Get yourselves in trouble. I'm staying out of it." He snorts, and turns his back on the two of them, sulking off the way he'd come. His stomach still grumbles, but perhaps a night without food is worth being free from the 'lesser beings' that he shares a barracks with.

Cenlia nods to Morlanol, giving Donakan's exist only a slight smirk. Having rid themselves of him, Cenlia chuckles and suggests to Morlanol, "Maybe he'll go missing, too." The girl continues into the caverns and on into the kitchen, where she heads straight to the pantry. She does glance around, in case a cook or a spoon-wielding bakerscraftmaster is about.

Morlanol grins, glancing at Donakan's unceremonious exit, "We c'n hope." He rummages the pantry as well and comes up with some fruit, "Hey, redfrui'!"

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