A Lady Holder... Sorta.

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.

Datsun is seated at a table, his feet clad in heavy boots crossed over each other resting on another chair by him. In front of him on the table is a small block of wood in the beginning stages of being carved, along with a couple of Woodcrafting tools and two knives, one medium and one small sized. The teenage Journeyman is humming tunelessly to himself as he works the wood.

A well dressed young woman from the looks of her comes into the cavern. There is a look around for a moment, as if seeking someone, or perhaps even ensuring someone isn't there before she heads to the food table. Most specifically the desserts and grabs up a bubblie with another glance around. Once the dessert has been secured the young woman hunts down a place to sit, but comes upon Datsun and her curiosity at his work gets the better of her, "What are you making?"

Datsun glances up at the well dressed young woman, regarding her for several moments until he decides to answer her question, "A toy. To be more specific, a doll. Not for any child in particular, just something to donate to the brats in the nursery." Indeed, the top of the small block is the most formed right now, looking something like a head and the start of shoulders. The body hasn't been formed yet. The boots are taken down from the chair by him and one hand comes out to sweep off whatever dirt that might have fallen off the chair before offering it.

Wakua comes in from the clearing and she is wearing a heavy jacket to ward off the cold. She takes it off once she's inside and she hangs it up. She has a greenfirelizard on her shoulder and she heads over to get something to eat. She gives Datsun a wave, "Hey Datsun."

The young lady continues to watch the woodcrafter curiously before sitting down in the chair offered to her. Not really bothering to check if its fully clean before she settles upon it. She takes a bite of her bubbly as he explains what he is doing, the treatment of that prize perhaps speaking more to her youth than any other aspect about her. "You look to be doing a decent job at it." She says with a half smile before looking up to the new arrival and offers a nod in greeting before giving another glance around and then taking another bite of her bubbly as she returns her attention to the woodwork.

Datsun glances up again at his name, noting the Candidate and giving her a nod, "Wakua. Hello." His eyes shift back over to the unknown girl, chuckling softly, "Hope so, or else I wouldn't deserve my Journeyman knot." A shrug as he resumes hiw work, which is whittling out the shape of the body with the medium knife. It's clear that this teenager is no stranger to blades, using the edge to deftly pull long strips of wood from the block, reducing its size with every pass. "What brings you here, my lady?"
Wakua heads to get something to eat and she piles the food on her plate. She gives a nod back to the young lady and she heads to find a seat, not too close or too far away from Datsun.

"We have a few woodcrafters up at the hold as well. I always enjoyed watching them work." Eirwyn admits though her gaze seems to have gone to his myrriad of blades with a curiosity open in those steel grey eyes. At the question from him, she looks a little startled at first caught from her thoughts, "My dad had a meeting with some staff member here. I begged him for me to come along this time." She explains as she glances from him to Wakua and back again.

"Hmm. If you enjoy watching them work, then perhaps you could ask to be taught the Craft. Perhaps not as an apprentice, but as a hobby." Datsun answers the young lady, glancing up briefly mid-pass, noting her interest in his blades. "These odd-looking tools are for sculpting and detail work. The two knives…" The medium knife is waved and the smaller one pointed at with the medium knife, "Shape the wood for me. As for the rest of my knives, they come in handy with all kinds of things. Hunting, for example." The other knives on his belt are patted before nodding to the explanation of why Eirwyn is here, "I am Datsun, and this is Wakua, a Candidate here. She was a Smith Apprentice."

Wakua continues to eat and she politely nods her head to the young lady, "It's nice to meet you." She goes back to eating, "I hope you are enjoying your time here at the Weyr."

Eirwyn holds up a hand to show a scar on a finger, "I did and near sliced my finger off. Mother forbid them to teach me again." She rolls her eyes at that before reaching for one of the sculpting tools. "The tools of the trade." She murmurs before the other girl is introduced proper and she sets down the tool and looks over to the young woman, "Now that sounds exciting. You been down in mines and stuff before?" She asks before shaking her head, "Oh shards and shells, where are my manners. I am Eirwyn, you can call me Wyn though. I do enjoy coming up to the weyr, I swear Xanadu has the best desserts in all of Pern." Perhaps more is because it is easier to sneak them hear.

Datsun looks up at Wakua, "So what are you doing still here, Wakua? I heard they were taking the Candidates on some kind of trip since they can't touch eggs now with that Gold being very protective of her eggs after what happened." That finger from Eirwyn earns a smile from the Journeyman, "Shells, if everyone who cut their finger while learning the Woodcraft, we'd have no Craft." His eyes drop to the tool taken by Eirwyn, "Just a few of them, anyway. More than plenty for this little thing but I'm bored." A chuckle at Eirwyn's last comments, "Well met. As for the best desserts in all of Pern, I'll hold judgment for that until I've visited every place on Pern." By now the little block is beginning to take the shape of a woman, with the arms and legs more apparent. It's at this point the medium knife is traded for the smaller knife, in order to have better control over the blade, whittling out smaller pieces.

Wakua shrugs, "I've been busy in the forge all day no one told me so if they are on some field trip it's news to me." She shakes her head, "Not yet, but usually that's minecraft that goes down in the smiths. I've helped to unload shipments that we get from the minecraft lots of times though. I don't do much except for study, pump the bellows and try to learn."

Eirwyn laughs at Datsun's response, "I know! Mother is a little overprotective. It can be quite frustrating at times." She says as she sets the tool down exactly in its place. "Maybe one day I can go exploring the world for the best desserts." She gives a little sigh before taking a few more bites of her bubbly. At the correction from Wakua, Eirwyn wrinkles her nose a bit. "Oh sorry! But that sounds like it could be interesting as well…and 'dangerous'." But the last bit said more with excitement than fear.

"So you're still in the forges, huh? I thought Candidates did stuff like clean the latrines, wash the pots and pans, keep the Caverns clean, be assistants, stuff like that…" comments Datsun, smiling at Eirwyn, "Maybe one day." He agrees, falling quiet as he listens to the conversation while he works on the doll, slowly transforming it into something more recognizable.

Wakua nods a she continue to eat and takes a drink of her klah, "Yah you are working with metal that's been heated up to thousands of degrees, it can be very dangerous if you aren't careful and even if you careful you can get hurt sometimes. Thankfully there hasn't been any serious injuries yet this turn." She looks over to Datsun, "As you pointed out the other night I'm an Apprenice too and I have Apprentice work to do unless it's something to do with the Candidates."

Eirwyn resettles on her chair to tuck a foot beneath her as she listens to the crafters talk with open curiosity in her gaze. "So how did you both get into your crafts? What made you decide on Smithing and Woodcrafting? What did your parents think?" She queries before taking a few more bites of her bubbly to finish it off and licking fingers clean to remove the evidence of her 'transgression'.

Datsun looks up at Wakua, nodding, "Quite a work load you have, then. Apprenticing /and/ Candidacy." Now that the body has been formed, the Journeyman trades his small knife for one of the detailing tools, going to work on the doll to give it more features. Like a face. "Family. My entire family's in the Craft with the exception of a few. That's why the Woodcraft took me at ten to start Apprenticing and how I got my Journeyman knot on my sixteenth Turnday. My parents taught me how to handle a blade and a block of wood from a young age." A brief smile, "Other babies had security blankets. I had a security block of wood."

Wakua gives another shrug, "Nothing I can't handle. My grandfather was the smith at one of the holds near the Weyr. He let me stay and watch him when he was in the forge. I've wanted to be a smith for as long as I can remember. I don't know my parents are riders so I don't get to see them a lot. I guess their proud of me."

Eirwyn listens quietly to the pair speak of their upbringings in the craft and shakes her head, "I wish my parents had been born crafters. I am expected to follow in the family…business, as it were, but it is not anywhere near as interesting as yours." She responds before rising up from the chair, giving another glance towards the entrances and heads over to the dessert table again, "Anyone else want a bubbly while I am up?"

Datsun's eyes stay on his work as he begins to carve out the details of a dress along with the small hands and shoes of the doll, but his ears listen to the others. "People are born to do things. However, what those things are up to them." A brief glance at Eirwyn's offer, "No thanks. Anyway, I'm sure you'll be able to decide what you want more once you're of age."

Wakua hmms, "You'll have to forgive me if I didn't catch your name, but who are you and who are your parents?" She asks curiously and she shakes her head, "Thank you but know I'm full from dinner"

"Well I keep trying to convince mother of that, but she only believes in the first part." Wyn responds as she returns with another bubbly. She settles back on the chair tucking a foot beneath her. At Wakua's question she gives a little sigh, "The Lady and Warden of Rubicon Hold. You can call me Wyn. At least I am not the eldest. Ryna is already married off and my brother gets daily lessons on how to be a Lord." She rolls her eyes at that, escaping at least some burdens by order of Birth.

Datsun moves on to the last thing to be done - the doll's hair. A chuckle at Wyn's title for her mother, "Warden, eh? That sounds pretty bad." A small shake of his head, "At least you have that luck. There's hope for you yet." The teenager offers encouragement. Once the doll's hair is done, it's set aside and the wood chips are collected. The tools and knives are placed in both his pack and his belt before he stands, picking up his doll. "Next time you're in Xanadu, look me up. Enjoy your pastry and best of luck!" A little salute is offered to Eriwyn, a nod to Wakua, "I'd best give this to the nursery." Then he's off, heading towards to the nursery in the Lower Caverns.

Wakua ahs a little bit, "I'm glad I'm at a Weyr and not a Hold, they probably wouldn't let me be a smith and try to marry me off by now." She smiles, "It's nice to meet you Wyn. What kind of craft would you do if you had a craft?"

"Nah, My dad is pretty cool. As long as he doesn't see it happen he can't lie to mother about it happening." Eirwyn says with a half smile as she takes another bite of bubbly. "I will, maybe I can try my hand at it again." She says with a wave to the woodcrafter before looking thoughtfully to Wakua, biting her lower lip for a moment. "I think beastcrafter. Of all the things I enjoy watching or doing, there is nothing quite like riding a runner at full gallop across an open field.

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