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Xanadu Weyr - Clock Tower
Once located in the forest, now thanks to an ice storm that took out the trees between it and the main area of the Weyr this square clocktower stands at the far edge of the clearing. The structure is made of a dark gray stone, and each corner is framed by a thick wooden beam. Beside the clocktower, behind a fringe of trees, a large lake has been dug. It's obviously an artificial lake, as it's shaped too perfectly oblong-shaped.
The tall, towering structure rises up easily past the leafy growth of the forest behind it, three sections of bare gray stone walls stacked atop each other, each one slightly smaller than the one it's built on top of. Each one of these "sections" is joined with more of the same dark wood that frames the corners of the tower. The wood forms a framing around the top and bottom of each section. Near the top of the structure, right under one of the clock's faces, there's a ledge with railings. This ledge is big enough for a dragon to land upon.
There are no windows in the tower, merely one slit in the middle of each one of the four walls that make up each section. They look like they could be used to mount an attack from the inside. There's only one door in the place, it seems—a dark wooden door that matches the beams that frame the clocktower. It seems to be the only entrance to the tower.
A loud ticking sound permeates the air from above, not so loud that it's painful, but enough that it's heard well. It's not overly loud, but it's loud enough to be heard. The clock at the top of the structure keeps near-perfect time; it strikes the hour, every hour…one strike at one, two strikes at two, etc. But at noon and midnight, it strikes eight times, a melody from old Earth, before striking the hour.

With the low-hanging fog that's yet to burn off this morning, the drills for Galaxy wing have been pushed back to later in the afternoon. However that doesn't leave M'kal with nothing to do as he's been giving messenger duty as one of the newest riders in the wing. So he's a large package in hand as he crosses the clearing and….nealry walks into the clock tower at the edge. With an oof he grutns and walks in.

The fog makes a good excuse for being lost. It would explain what Soriana's doing here at the clocktower. Admittedly, it'd be a much better excuse if she were - like M'kal - stumbling into it, instead of standing with her hands in the pockets of her jacket and looking up at where the clockface must be, up in the clouds. Still, there's plenty of fog. Enough that she doesn't notice M'kal moving past her until he makes a noise that isn't the tick-tock of the clock. She blinks, pulling her hands out of her pockets and peering through the mist. "You okay?"

The package is juggled upon impact and for a moment appears to be saved from falling. M'kal jumps though at Soriana's voice as it most certainly isn't the sound of the clock ticking. "Huh? Sori?" he turns to peer in her direction. "Oh hey…whatcha doing?"

"Yeah, it's me," Soriana replies, and heads toward the sound of the voice to prove it. Insofar as one can prove anything, in this fog. "Hey." Her mouth tugs to the side slightly at the question, and she shakes her head. "Thinking. Nothing important." Pick the answer you'd prefer. "What about you?"

Perhaps a blend of both…thinking about non important things. "Delivery." comes the chagrined reply of M'kal's. "For…" he squints at the package. "J'myn. Heh…I thought his weyr was around here." though he doesn't sound too sure. "Whatcha thinking 'bout?" cause it seems the natural progression of the conversation thus far.

"I thought you were done shadowing Comet," Soriana says with a small smile, then glances up at the tower again. "I'm… not sure where J'myn is. Sorry." She shrugs, and then her lips turn down slightly at the question. Natural progression? Yes. But… "I met the guy who built this place, once. He was…" She frowns a moment, then shakes her head. "It was his weyr, once."

"It was? Huh." it a curious sort of huh though. M'kal simply shrugs at the who delivery thing. "Galaxy drills got canceled this morning. Busy work I suppose." the package gets shifted from under one arm to under the other. "Why'd he live here?"

"Oh." Soriana glances back toward the clearing, her expression distant for a moment as she checks in with her dragon, and then she nods. "Keeping busy is good, I suppose." Another little shake of her head, and then she looks at the tower once again. "He… I think he liked the clock. It was orderly. It all fit together like it should." Her mouth twists wryly. "Unlike life."

Unlike life. That phrase rattles around his head a bit as he ponders it. "Yeah…well I suppose there's too many bits and pieces to life to make it all fit perfectly the first time." he says absently, his own reflective thoughts turned inwardly for a moment before continuing. "Too many factors to make it easy. Thought things were supposed to be normal though after graduation." this last part is more muttered than spoken out loud.

Or the second? Or… Soriana's gaze remains on the tower at first, her reply soft. "Guess they are." All the little pieces… or maybe she's agreeing to the muttered comment. Maybe this is normal, and the new normal just… sucks. She sighs, and makes an effort to smile as she looks back to M'kal. "How's Galaxy? And how's Marel?"

M'kal does offer a bit of a grin, perhaps it's to reassure Soriana more than anything. Once more shifting the packages he replies lightly. "Oh Marel's busy, I'm busy. We're both adjusting to routines in our new Wings." which morning fog doesn't help with that! "I think she's out of weyr this morning…" he trails off, uncertainty in his tone but he shrugs off whatever he's thinking of and replies to the rest of the question. "Galaxy's really great. Nothing exciting so far but…I guess that's a good thing really. Noone needs rescuing. Lots of drills and plenty of excerise. I'm just thrilled to be able to throw myself back into my healer studies as well. I'm hoping to catch up within the turn perhaps."

M'kal pauses then remembers he was going to ask /her/ a question. "How's the Nova Wing?" it's a simple question!

"I see her sometimes, back in the admin hall, but…" Soriana shrugs. "Like you say. Busy." She smiles, though, and nods as she listens to his report on Galaxy. "When the excitement does come, you'll be sure to get some." Well, unless the wingleader decides to keep the less experienced riders as backup, which… is actually pretty likely, but, details. "There's a new healer, have you met him? Name's Cyrus." And for a moment there, Soriana's lips twitch like she might say more, but… she doesn't. Instead, she starts to look away, then has her gaze drawn back by the question to her. Nova, huh? Well. "Oh… I've been… keeping busy." She shrugs. "I'm hoping I can get in some dragonhealer training soon. Since I'll be near the Annex."

"I've not met him yet. Cyrus is his name?" file that away mentally for later. "I'll run by the infirmary later before ground drills." another mental note to remember. M'kal shifts the package once more and levels a long look at Soriana, something clearly on his mind. Skipping any other small talk that may still be possible he simple blurts out. "Heysoareyouokayandall?" it's a hurried question, each word nearly tripping over the one in front to get out. "I mean Ka'el's a bit of a mess and I hear he's staying at Marel's.." he swallows back a grimace. "And…well drinking a bit more. He's been messing up in drills and I thought." he pauses then shrugs. "Well I wanted to know how /you/ were doing." sure he's younger but there's a bit of protectiveness now he feels towards the youngest Goldrider in the weyr now.

Soriana simply nods to confirm the healer's name, and then her gaze drifts away. All this fog that has to be looked at. It's so very fog. And… blink. She looks back to M'kal at the question. It's a fast one, but apparently she's only hearing it slowly, because she just stares at him for a moment. It's like her frown takes time to catch up, because it doesn't really appear until just a moment before Ka'el's name… which doesn't make it go away. If anything, it deepens as the mess is described. Staying at Marel's. Drinking. Messing up in drills. M'kal's pause becomes home to Soriana's quite heartfelt, "Shards." She puts her hands back in her pockets, shifting her weight as if about to leave - then settling back as M'kal's further words. She frowns. "He's at Marel's?" is the first thing she says, and her tone is concerned, seeking a confirmation before she continues. "I'm…" Pause. Which answer does she give, here? The bruises have healed, but Soriana is… "…dealing with it."

"I've heard he is. People talk and…stuff." he groans a bit. "Yeah…dealing with it. That's the story of the day." the blue rider's tone is edged with bitterness. "Just don't…" don't what? He seems unsure and finally settles with. "…shut out people ya know. Remember your friends. Through thick and thin. I just want to make sure you'r fine. All this…it'll end up okay, won't it?"

Soriana nods to the confirmation, such as it is. "Good," she murmurs under her breath, then gives a wry half-smile. "Sorry." Because that must suck for M'kal, but she's still glad to hear it for Ka'el's sake. And… she regards M'kal steadily, a question in her eyes as he searches for the words… followed by a smile. "I will. I…" She shakes her head briefly, then steps forward to offer M'kal a hug. "I'll be okay. I am dealing with it, truly. It's just… hard. Flights are…" She makes a face. "It sucks, because, you're not yourself, but… you still have to try. Because you're going to wake up in the morning." And have to face whatever it is you did, when 'you' was a thing swept along by draconic desires. (And dragons don't have worry about the past.)

M'kal has no flight experience yet so…he's really in the dark about all of it. He steps forward to return the hug. Around them the dense fog is becoming patchy fog so… "Thank Sori." he murmurs. "Maybe Xeosoth will chase soon." and get it over with. "I should try to find J'myn's weyr. I'll see ya around…"

Maybe Xeosoth will, but Soriana frowns a little even as she nods. "When he does… try not to get swept away in it." An impossible task? Maybe. At least at first. But some things are still worth trying. She nods about the quest for J'myn's weyr. "Good luck," she says, and as he departs, Soriana starts off as well, heading for the meadow. She almost makes it halfway to Marel's weyr (where Ka'el is) before she veers away, heading down to the beach instead. Not today, she won't manage that.

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