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Xanadu Weyr - Meadow


A large, slightly rolling meadow is set high enough above the riverbank on both sides to avoid suffering from flooding, healthy ground cover and grass spreading out from either side of the dividing river. Scattered amongst the meadow are a variety of buildings, each with a narrow path leading up to it from a main, winding road. Some are set under a few trees, while others sit by themselves.

Stables and a smithy are settled on their own plots, while trees border the western edge of the meadow, and a faint outline of a fence can be seen to the north.

A cold winter sun is on the rise, weak orchids and fuschia's casting a strange glitter on the snow-encrusted weyr. Though he's muttering darkly, Sigam is already stomping his way through it, long black coat wrapped tight about his person. A rouged canine pads slowly at his heels, seeming to waddle rather than walk, in the end. The Dragonhealer's hands are fastened around a mug of klah, which is still steaming as he makes his way for the stables. "Too early in the morning," the man is grumping, apparently in his canine's direction.

M'nol emerges from the forest side of the meadow and, spotting Sigam, makes for the dragonhealer. Stopping nearby he waves and gives a happy, "Hello!!"

Sigam could have possibly gone on muttering forever - he's just in one of those moods, the happy limbo between caffeinated and zombie. "Huh?" Glancing up, the Dragonhealer belatedly spies M'nol nearby. The man returns the wave with a crooked little smile, course already changing to shuffle closer to the brownie. "Hey, Morl! Long time no see." Since the booze-off, actually. "How's things?"

M'nol quirks an eyebrow, "You mean you /didn't/ hear about Thea pulling her crossbow on me in the taverns? I thought everyone had." He chuckles, "It's sorted now, though. How about you?"

Sig's face nearly matches M'nol's, brow racing for his hairline. "She what? Sharding hell, what did you do?" Of course, since it had to be the brownrider at fault. "I've been… kinda outta touch." He colors slightly, rubbing one hand against his leg and glancing towards his shoulder, where a shiny new knot is hiding under his coat. "I'm glad for that at least. I'm well. I… got Searched." He still seems flabbergasted.

M'nol chuckles softly, "I had a bad night that turned into a bad everything. Woke up next to someone I didn't even know. It hurt Phy really bad… Thea was making sure it didn't happen again… I hope." Then his eyes bug out a little, "You got searched? Congratulations! Where?"

Whelp, there goes that other eyebrow! It's rising right up with the first. A long moment passed before Sigam utters a low, "Well." Another pause. "I'm… sorry, Morl. Was it from a flight? 'Cause surely… I mean, that's something people have to understand." He sighs, head swaying to and fro. "Still, not something that deserves a crossbow." A sheepish look appears on his face. "Yeah, I did. It's… exciting. With Ista, so I'll be close to home. That's…" He shrugs, at a loss for words.

M'nol shakes his head, frowning just a tad, "There /was/ a flight, but near as I can tell based on talking to the girl in question and the healers we were both drugged and put in a position where it would happen." He grins a little lopsidedly, "Ista? Ummm… I may not be able to visit much then… I'm kinda trying not to go back there after… well… that's where it happened…"

"Oh, well then- Oh. OH." A man of many words, our Sigam. Still, he looks more than a little confused, mind already racing with questions M'nol's likely been asking himself the entire time. "What reason would anyone have to do that, though? And… bah. I mean. I can see where that would hurt, but… Leave it to women to overreact." Shoulders hunching, the Dragonhealer looks as though he's about to go back to muttering again. Almost. "Really? Ista? Shards, as if we don't have problems enough with relations where they're involved. Ah well. Maybe I can get a ride here on off days or something. If I get any." He isn't at all sure how things with candidacy work, after all.

M'nol grins and waves his hands, "Phy and I are working past it, so there's no need to worry too much just yet. Though if you see Thea with her crossbow heading my way, feel free to forewarn me." He shudders slightly, then chuckles, "Off days are a rare and unplanned blessing. If you ever get some warning, though, drop me a flit and I'll try to come by if I'm not on sweeps and have a canteen."

"I guess… still, yeah, I'll forewarn or at least try to intercept her." Sigam's lips lift up away from his teeth in a crooked grin, finally picturing that mentally. "Good to know. The Ista Summer Games are coming up, so who knows. Might see you at least a couple times." He nods absently however. "Will definitely let you know, though. It'll be nice to see familiar faces here 'n there. Seems like I just got to Xanadu and here I am having to go meet new folk again."

M'nol chuckles, "I don't think I'll be at the games… I think I'm scheduled for sweeps all that sevenday. and besides, it's mostly Fort and Ista, anyway." He grins, "Oh, I thought you met some of the Istans during your incarceration. And apparently that's where Chaton transferred to… so if you can stand him now, you know him too."

"That sucks," Sigam mutters, one hand scratching at his hair. "I mean, I know it's mostly the two of them, but I figured a few people would show up here and there. Ah well, guess we'll see." He adopts a puzzled frown. "Sort of. I mean, there was a girl that gave us drinks that one time, and K'nan and K'avu, but they've both gotten out and transferred by now, I think. Chaton?" The Dragonhealer pauses to think for one, two, three seconds before the name clicks with a face. "Oh, you mean the tap-tapping Mindhealer? Urgh." Apparently even Sig wasn't sure he could stand him. "Dunno. We'll see."

M'nol chuckles and shrugs, "Well, I don't know who you met, but yeah. K'nan's been around here and K'avu was at founders day… so… dunno." He nods, "Yeah, that Chaton… he's at least… professional?" He chuckles, "Not my favorite person, either, but at least you know him. I hear tell he even has a girl now. She must be off her rocker."

Sigam's shoulders rise and fall casually. "Been there for both of their recent pub parties, but I didn't pay much mind to the people at large. Tend to keep my own company sometimes," he admits, nodding to the mention of transfers. He'd heard similar things. "Professionals don't walk up to people and start analyzing them without askin' first, but maybe he got better since he interrupted Thea and I." The mention of a girlfriend for the Mindhealer earns a sharp snort. "Really. Must be. That or real, real patient."

M'nol's shoulders mirror Sigam's, "He barely touched my brain when he was taking my blood… 'course I wasn't exactly going to him on purpose, either."

"Ah, it was him you saw at Ista then. Interesting… Well, either way, I'm sure we'll both be busy enough with candidacy and crafts." It looks as though Sigam is about to say more - his mouth is open and everything - but Sabby utters a low whine from the entrance to the stables where she has been lurking out of the snow. "Ah, shards, better get her inside then. Sorry. I'll be sure to send word when I have time, yeah? Was nice seeing you before I left." The man backs up with a wave, smiling pleasantly before whirling on his heel and speeding for the stables and his poor, pregnant canine. Pet owner guilt!

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