One Track Mind

Xanadu Weyr - Caverns
// A massive cavern in its own right, this one has been skillfully adapted for human habitation. The high ceilings have been painted a light, soft ivory, as have walls hung with numerous tapestries that 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. The stone is carefully leveled 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 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. It's plain that on most days, this area wouldn't accommodate anywhere near the full population of the Weyr, instead feeding people in shifts as they come off duty. On occasions when a formal meal is laid out, tables are borrowed from all the other areas.
There's also a big fireplace set into the western wall, 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, the largest an archway to the northeast that leads outside. Near it there's an alcove with hooks for coats and shelves for muddy boots. A tunnel to the east goes to the infirmary, and a set of stairs just a little south of that lead up to the offices and administration area. To the south, a long and sloping tunnel leads down to the hot springs. The kitchen is off to the southwest, while the residents' quarters are reached by tunnels going west, deeper into the cliff.

Another beautiful day has arrived, spring gracing Xanadu Weyr with her presence. The days are longer and warmer, with plants growing at full speed ahead with beautiful wildflowers in red, purple, yellow, and orange growing along the pathways and between the stones near some of the less-traveled paths. Avians are making mating noises, bugs are everywhere, procreation is in THE air. It's mid-evening, and the caverns are bustling with life as the change in temperature has lightened the mood and sent more than a fair share of greens to the sky in recent days. That seems to be the subject tonight, as Evi finds herself gathering food with a fellow weyrling. The older brown haired, green weyrling knot wearing, woman is nodding absently at her 16 turn old friend while chewing on a root vegetable. Evi is wearing a bright purple skirt and an even brighter lavender colored shirt of long sleeves that button at her neck and wrist. The outfit is too much clothing for the current weather and clashes with her green weyrling knot, she looks more the lower caverns woman or hold lady then weyrling. Both of them settle down at a central table, the younger brightly dressed one chattering on. "I can't imagine, what do you even do if someone is in the guest weyr already? Where do you GO?" Her sweet tone is that of an alarmed child.

Spring in the south means Autumn in the north. While Xanadu enjoys budding blooms and warm days, Fort sees fall leaves and crisp evenings. But the change is not so drastic between the two that a wardrobe change is entirely *necessary*. And so, despite sunshine and summer-to-come, S'van is wearing coat and scarf and even has a pair of gloves stuffed in a pocket. At least the jacket is /open/ so he can take advantage of the breeze. Why is he in Xanadu? Who knows. But he's here. And he's perfectly happy to make himself at home in the caverns, claiming a chair and kicking back in it with food and drink and a smug looking smirk that is entirely undeserved. It is just his luck that he happens to be within earshot of the weyrlings. And he really shouldn't comment. He *really* shouldn't. And he definitely shouldn't be looking as amused as he is. Really. Entirely inappropriate. At least, when he does open his mouth to speak, it's something tame that comes out and not, perhaps, the first thing that came to mind. "Hopefully there's more than one guest weyr."

The older Weyrling girl sighs in relief when someone else joins the conversation, motioning over towards the Fort Weyr bronzerider to indicate that maybe Evi could bother a new person for a bit. Turning towards the man, Evi's eyes scan up and down him twice before stuttering out. "Um, Oh, hi! I mean, um. Xanadu's greetings to Fort Weyr and her Queens!" She speaks entirely too fast, words tumbling out one after the other in a nervous girlish babble. Before another word comes out of her mouth, there's a *POP*, and three firelizards join the dinner. One gold, one brown, one blue, and none of them looking to be fully grown. A weyrling dragon and three growing firelizards, the teenage girl, has her hands full. "Um, sir. If I can ask, how do you know if one is occupied? I mean. How HORRIBLE is all of this? It's all terrible, and they just expect us to be ok with it. EW." Scrunching her nose up and shaking her head in disgust, brown-green eyes-rolling. "No, um, offense to the Weyr or anything." While speaking, one hand is busy feeding all of her food to her firelizards, she's sort of a pale girl and oddly thin. If all of her dinners go like this, all talk and no eating it might explain somethings. "I um, I am Evi. This is Solcady. We live here." A shy smile is given, and she stares at anything but this new person, eyes fixating on his leather-clad thigh. Because that's way less awkward.

It would be totally rude if he didn't accept that invitation, right? Sure. We'll go with that. S'van slips over a bit closer so the conversation is, well… conversational, plate of food nudged along with him. "Pretty sure, as the guest, I'm the one that should be doing all that formal stuff," he points out with a grin. And without further ado, adds, "Fort's greetings to Xanadu and her queens. Lovely weather you're having." But enough of that nonsense. A bite of food goes into his mouth as Evi's firelizards join her, an eyebrow arched at their sudden appearance. But he'll get to the question instead. "Not sure about here, but at Fort we have these wonderful inventions called… locks." He's teasing. He's very obviously teasing, and is far more pleased with himself than that stupid joke warrants. At least he takes pity a moment later and adds, "But honestly, if it's taken, they usually lock the door. And if you're discussing mating flights — and I assume that you are — then you're not gonna much care if you accidentally open a door that should be locked. You'll just move right along to the next room and probably won't remember it. Course, that's assuming you make it to the guest weyr…" A tip of his head and a mock salute and he adds, "Nice to meet you, Evi. Solcady. I'm S'van. From Fort." In case his knot didn't give him away.

Poor Evi, she's really not designed for this world she lives in, and it shows. As S'van moves closer, she seems to recognize that she's been staring at his thigh too long, and her eyes flicker to the fair of mouths who have DEVOURED most of the food she had. Solcady is content to stuff food down, giving a wave before focusing in on her dinner. Evi nods overly enthusiastically at everything S'van says, "Oh. Locks." Chapped, over bitten pink lips make a tiny O as if she had just remembered that privacy exists. Weyrlinghood has a way of making one forget about such nonsense. "Oh, no, no, no, no." Hard shaking of her head back and forth, light brown that almost dares to be blonde braids slapping at rapidly flushing cheeks. "I hope Nei just abstains, the entire business sounds AWFUL. WHO THOUGHT ALL OF THIS Up?" Absolute horror, "S'van, and um. Your lifemates name?" Almost on reflex, the hand not feeding 'lizards goes to her skirt pocket, rifling around and pulling out a pink dyed furry notebook. "And um, what do you do at Fort? And do you have any relatives whose name begins with a Z?" What an odd line of questioning, and all while struggling to make basic eye contact. "I um, like to keep track."

A smirk, and a knowing look, but S'van seems to decide that perhaps it is not his place to point out that greens will rise whether their riders wish it or not. Instead, there's a bit of a squint at her knot, and the knot of her friend, and a moment of hesitation before he asks, "Just how far along in Weyrlinghood are you…?" because making mating flights isn't a subject they've covered yet. The firelizards are given a look, and if Sev happens to pull his plate just a little closer to his person… well. He likes his food. And there are only a few people who're allowed to share it. "Bronze Aedeluth," he supplies, popping another bite of something-or-other into his mouth. "And as far as I'm aware… no? No one with a name that begins with a 'Z'."

"Well, Nei is nearing her half turn? She was hatched in the fall." A finger is placed on the current page of the notebook as a place marker, and the pages are flipped around. "She was hatched month 3 day 14 so she's a few days short of her half-turn day. I must get her something." This batch of Weyrlings is probably half a turn from a mating flight lecture. The last comment is said with a solid nod and a bright smile, feeding hand tapped on the table as the cornflower blue topstitch tilts his head towards S'van. With a *POP*, a swampy colored green arrives late to dinner and creels sadly at the lack of food. "Shh, shh, here." Reaching into her pocket, pieces of jerky are provided to the stomach with wings. The information provided is written down, and when he mentions no Z relative, she exhales, "Thank you, now um, what brings you here?" Tucking her legs up underneath her rear end and absently scooting the blue further from her new bronzeriding friend. Topstitch inches his head slowly closer though, not easily waylaid by his mistress.

"Ah." Whatever that means. S'van will just… eat his food and smile a knowing smile, and say none of the things that are on his mind. The little blue gets a suspicious look, and Sev curls his arm around his plate protectively. "Shoo," he says, though it lacks any malice. And maybe, maybe, a piece of wherry will get tossed that-a-way. As a bribe. "Top secret business," declares the bronzerider, for why he's in Xanadu. Whether that's legit or not may be difficult to discern. There's an ever-present smirk threatning at the corner of his mouth, and enough amusement in his eyes that it's as likely to be a tease as to be the truth.

Topstitch lives a ROUGH life, one of four firelizards connected to a woman with UNLIMITED ACCESS to meat? He's being starved, made evident by his overall shiny hide and brightly whirling eyes. "Excuse him." The blue is unceremoniously grabbed up and placed on a lavender clad shoulder. "Hope your secret stuff went well, the leadership here is um. Interesting." The newly minted teenage greenrider rolls her eyes humorously, about mid-roll they glaze over, mouth falling partially open and tongue snaking out and to the side in concentration. "It was a pleasure meeting you S'van, thanks for the reminder about locks. Neith needs me." With the practiced ease of a mother, all three lizards that remain on the table are scooped up and placed on shoulders, the small green is tucked into her skirt pocket with wings folded up. As soon as everyone is settled, she gives a tiny curtsy and flounces off. There's no dignity in her movements, she bounces more than she walks, and the child-like air about her is palpable.

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