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Xanadu Weyr - Observation Level
Dark blue seats form a semi-circle around the sands below, the lowest row separated from the multicolored red and white sands by merely a railing. The seats climb upwards, each row a bit higher than the previous, and they are broken up into sections by three sets of staircases. Between the first and second section, a glass wall descends to separate the observers from the heat of the sands. Air is kept in motion through a set of fans, and so these seats are quieter and cooler than the rest… though the noise and heat of the sands is still present.
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 overhead connects to the glass wall. Vents for cooling run along the bottom of it, and the ledge provides a place for observers of the draconic kind to watch without obstructing the view for others.
The sand below is variegated in hue, individual grains of red and white that have a pinkish hue when seen from across the circle of the hatching grounds but - up close over that railing - are clearly two varieties mingled.


Sitting in the first row of chairs, Zaria is hunched over, her hands busily working on a large piece of white cloth in her hands. A small sewing kit is open on the seat next to her, amd she is licking the end of a piece of white thread, and holding up the wet end to a needle right in front of her eyes, and with little trouble, threads it. She holds the threaded needle in her lips as she holds up the garment and assess what needs to be done. Folly, her green firelizard is perched on her shoulder and peering down with as much focus as her humanpet at what Zaria's doing, she offers an encouraging cheep every now and then.

Strolling along, whistling tunelessly, Valerian arrives to disrupt all that is calm and soothing. He may not even see Zaria sitting there with her needle and thread, angling down toward the partition that separates the observation level from the hatching sands. Grabbing the railing he hoists himself up and peers down over the side, his long hair probably obscuring his face. "Nice!" he exclaims, folding his arms there and rocking a little back and forth, using the way his booted toes are angled from keeping him from plunging over the side to his death. "I could probably see my house from here!" This is followed quickly by a short sharp laugh, "Ha! I slay me." One false move and that could very well be more true than he's obviously thinking of right now.

Zaria looks up from her work when she hears the whistling, her green moving in almost the exact same motion to look at the source of the noise. Her brow furrows slightly as she watches him get up on the rails. When he mentions his home, she sweeps her gaze over the sands below with the hardening eggs and she shrugs a little bit. She needs to get back to work. Standing, she holds the sack-like white garment up against her body and it is obvious it was made for someone a lot wider than her willowy frame. Folding over a hem, on the side, she sits and starts sewing. "You better be careful. The queens will not be happy if you fall in there. And It's none too pleasant by now either with the heat." she mentions non-nonchalantly as she pulls the needle back and forth through the fabric.

"Oh no! Not the Queen…" Vale chirps up with, gasping. Cupping his hands on either side of his mouth to yell, "So sorry your majesty! I'm not worthy!" Then he's quiet as he strains to listen, one hand poised behind an ear, and when nothing comes of it he drops back down and brushes himself off. "She says she's cool with me hanging out….oooh well isn't that fancy!" he comments about the robe, strolling over as if he and the candidate were the very best of friends ever and plops down into a seat right beside her. "Little big though, you know…" A single finger is used to gesture not to the waist but to the chest area of the white robe, cleft chin to hands and peers upwards at Zaria with wide grey eyes.

Watching the boy and hearing his words, a softness touches Zaria's features. "Do you often hear things that aren't really there?" she talks slowly, like you do for people who are a little extra "special". She looks down at the robe and her almost non-existent chest and color rises a bit in her cheeks, a soft pink tinge on the apples, "I know that, I'm trying to alter it. It's the only one the headwoman could find that was long enough." she says as she gestures at her long, skinny legs by way of explanation. She goes back to the alterations she is making to at least be slightly more complementary to her form.

Valerian cocks his head to the side, gaze rolled upwards towards the ceiling as he seems to be giving some very serious thought as to whether or not he actually does hear things that aren't there, but his face is all but spit in two all toothily-like throughout, and the end result is just his soft laughter. "That is an excellent question…that I will definitely ask myself later, so we'll have to get back to you." Arms folded over his lap then, brows launch upwards as Zaria turns different colors with his observation, leaning over and looking very closely at the stitching. Really, he's just getting in the way. "You do realize that you're going to be standing around in all that heat down there and if its too form fitting you're just going to sweat more, right?" A nose crinkle for that, and he backs off to leans back instead against his seat. "But if you want huge pit stains to be how you're remembered in that…" He thrusts a hand up, palm facing the hatching grounds and arches it up into a half circle across the empty space in front of him, "…moment…" Because the moment was special you see and needed to be emphasized. The hand drops away after a pause and his eyes wander, exhaling heavily in such a way that his lips reverberate against one another. "That's up to you I guess."

Zaria jerks back when he gets in her way and sighs heavily with irritation. On her shoulder, Folly hisses at being handled so roughly, her eyes whirling dangerously with hints of orange as she flaps her wings to regain her balance. She stretches her neck out in the direction of Valerian and offers him a warning creel. Zaria reaches up to soothe her little green friend, and subtly shifts so that she is as far from Valerian as she can get without actually moving seats. "Well, I am not going to have any sleeves, so that should minimize that, and I'm sure it's not me everyone is going to be looking at." she says with some certainty as she ties off the thread that has become too short to work with. "I'm Zaria by the way, and you are?" she asks in as much of a conversational way as she can muster.

Returning his full attention upon Zaria, Vale's smile is unwavering, yet he appears to be making a conscious effort to not get in the lady's way again. Well, it's that or in order for him to do so he would either have to get up or crawl into her lap with her leaning so far out of the way now. Eyes dart to the annoyed firelizard, finger wiggling in her direction, before his gaze flicks back to the robe altering candidate. "Oh come on now. People will be lining the seats to see Impressions, right? So, if logic follows, they could very well be coming to see you." Drawing a leg up to his chest, he smooths out imaginary wrinkles along his trouser and adjust the ankle of the boot at the end. "Or are you one of those candidates that thinks they have no chance and are just honored to be even asked." Chin to knee, smiling his smile, "Valerian, probably that other candidate's brother. Though, she never told me her name, just stared at me…accused me of acting just like her father and brother, yelled at me a lot, and stopped off." He chews thoughtfully on his bottom lip, "Pretty, black hair…tiny little thing…" A blink, and hopeful eyes transfer back to Zaria, "You know the one?"

"I am honored to stand, beyond that I'm not trying to have any expectations, keeps the heartache down that way." Zaria explains and then listens as he speak, getting more and more confused, "Wait, you think she's your sister? Black hair? Risali?" the name is said with a a wistful tone and the blush returns to her cheeks but not in anger, something else. "I met her father's weyrmate the other day, they did not get along well at all. So yeah, good luck with that." she smirks a little bit. With a sigh she looks at her timepiece and then starts packing up. "I have to go. I need to help peel veggies for lunch. I am sure I will see you around Valerian." Her voice gives no clue as to whether she is looking forward to that or not. She wraps her small sewing kit in the robe and heads to the exit with a half-hearted wave good-bye.

Vale's brows lift in unison at Zaria's reply, "Yeah?" But he doesn't dwell on it or give any other leads as to which direction he wanted to continue that portion of the conversation, so perhaps he was more than happy to leave it at that, considering how he drops it and focuses more on the next part. "Whoa. Whoa. Wait." he says, holding his hands up and pushing them forward repeatedly against the air as if against some invisible force. That invisible force being all that assumption. Here, you can have this back. "That is not what I said," he begins and then his voice trails off and he's thinking. "Was it?" Wincing a bit, he mutters something under his breath but is soon giving Zaria that award winning smile again. "Okay I might have said something close to that. What I meant to say…is she seemed to think maybe I could possibly be but she didn't actually say it…" He twitches around one eye and brow, possibly understanding just how strange that sounded once it had left his mouth. He sighs and now spreads his hands helplessly before him in a vague gesture that perhaps only he could understand. He does laugh though at the rest of it, tapping his fingertips around the general area of his kneecap, listening about what the candidate has to say about Risali's father's weyrmate and the not getting alongness of them. "Huh, well. That's…something…" Another pause and once whatever about that needed to be processed sinks in, it seems to have brightened his mood considerably. "At least it's not just me!" Clearing his throat, grey eyes lift and follow Zaria as she prepares to leave, his lips spreading into an even wider grin until teeth once more appear between them. "Oh, I'm sure you will." A chuckle follows, seeming to continue to do so long after Zaria is out of earshot.


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