A Quick Question

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.

Chaton steps out of the residents dorm, walking quickly as is his habbit. He seems to be looking for someone…

Moria is out far later than she should be for an apprentice, rushing back to the dorms. She has her head down to watch her footing in the low light of the evening and doesn't seem to be looking ahead very far.

Chaton quickly sidesteps with a twist-about what would surely be a near collision. "Excuse me." he says, quickly, then moves in to walk beside his newfound friend. "A quick question, if I may."

Moria skids to a halt when Chaton speaks, looking up and then blushing as she realizes she nearly ran into someone. "Sorry," she says breathlessly, glancing to the ground. "Ah, yes?"

Chaton waves it off. "It's not a problem. happens to the best of us. But, could you tell me, do you happen to know the Dragonhealer?"

Moria blinks, suprised, then askes, "Which one? There are several here, as far as I know."

Chaton wrinkles his nose. "Ah Sigam? I beleive…"

Moria ohs, then shakes her head slightly. "Not personally. I've seen him a time or two, but I don't really know him."

Chaton wrinkles his nose more. "Ah… well, you wouldn't fancy a guess as to what he might like? His gift-preferences?"

Moria ohs again, looking puzzled, then shakes her head. "Not really. Ah, I believe he's close to many of the Weyrlings?"

Chaton hms. "Ah, well, thank you. You're time is appreciated." he grins. "Sleep well, and vivid dreams."

Moria blinks at the 'vivid dreams' comment, but she doesn't remark on it. "Glad to be of assistance," she murmurs, ducking her head and continuing on her hurried way to the apprentice dorms.

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