Awkward Silences

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.

It has been a rather lovely day so far, summer time is by far the best time, so a few people think like Idrissa. Though that lovely summery day has suddenly turned cool as a soft rain has started to fall, gentle wind felt by all who might be outside. Idrissa is making her way into the cavern, a blue firelizard clinging to her shoulder, the little lizard is not happy, this heard as he is hissing and snapping at the air a few times while the water drips off his form. A soft sigh escapes Rissa and she eyes the lizard a moment. "Ripley, it's alright." She murmurs before she moves onwards towards the food table, a mug of klah is poured and a plate of meatrolls picked up before she heads on towards a free table and settles down there.

Tazemi has always been around the Weyr his entire life. It's just that the poor boy has tended to blend into the background. And for the most part of this summer's day, the lad was outside fixing a fence somewhere around the Weyr. When the rain started he was almost finished and so he figured to just finish it, leaving him quite damp and almost dripping. His first pass through the caverns is just that, a pass. He heads straight to the hot springs, emerging a few moments later with one towel draped over the top of his head, and using another to pat himself down. His second trip into the caverns sees him actually staying, now. And more people are starting to file into the caverns as well, to avoid getting wet. But Tazemi makes his way over to the beverage part of the table first, green eyes scanning. In a few moments he's walking away with some warm cider and a few of the hot rolls on a plate. He blinks, noting how quickly some of the tables seemed to have filled up, and so he's approaching Idrissa and her lone self at her table. "Mind if I join you, miss?"

Idrissa shifts and lets Ripley hope down from her shoulder and onto the table, the firelizard is quick to snatch up a meatroll where he starts to chew away at it. The firelizard itself is a strange looking fella, and there is a large amount of scaring across his right wing that is tucked close to his side. Rissa watches him and shakes her head before going about sipping at her mug before hearing the voice and she glances to Tazemi. "Hi" Her voice is soft, a bit unsure it seems which is normal when meeting someone new. Her gaze drifts over the table and she nods with a smile. "Sure, ah go on and take a seat. Don't mind Ripley his normally grumpy."

Tazemi doesn't sit down right away as Idrissa gives her approval. Instead he's watching Ripley gnaw at the meatroll. Thankfully not one of his. Taz still has the appetite of a growing boy, even if he's stopped visibly growing. Only after a few more moments of observing the blue does he slide onto a seat, setting his plate down so he can wrap both hands around the warm mug. And yes, the one towel is still over his head, while the other is slung over his arm. "Thank you, miss." His own voice isn't overly assertive, but neither is he tentative. It's just… normal. Like so many things about him. Finally he takes a swig of his cider before he addresses the young woman again. "What happened to his wing? If you don't mind me asking, that is."

Idrissa is quiet while she curiously watches Tazemi, attempting to place a name with the face it seems. She's quiet for a few moments and soon peers back to Ripley to make sure he doesn't try and go after the other plate of food. There is a few moments of her being quiet and then the question is presented and she blinks a moment. A soft ah escapes her while she scratches at her neck pondering the answer while she looks to Ripley. "There was a feline attack. He took the brunt of it as he was on my shoulder." None of Rissa's tales are simple it seems, and her answer only brings up more questions for sure.

Tazemi's face takes on a mild look of shock, his muddy-green eyes going momentarily wide. "Feline attack? When and where was this?" It obviously wasn't anytime entirely recently, given the healed state of the firelizard, but Tazemi is also looking a little more closely at Idrissa, as if trying to pinpoint any scarring on the young lady. Yeah. That's polite. He does eventually realize what he's doing eventually, and clears his throat, looking away. At least he has the grace not to flush. "Everything considered, he seems to have healed up fairly well." And even as he's talking, his meatrolls seem to disappear at a speed only young men can achieve, considering he doesn't talk with his mouthfull. He also takes the time to scrub at his short hair, which has to be close to dry by now. Yes. Diversions. Don't stare at people. Especially women.

Idrissa picks up on the fact that she is well, getting stared at, a hand moving to her right shoulder, touching it a moment before she remembers the scars there at least can be seen. The sleeve on her shirt moves just enough on her left arm to show some healed marks that look rather bite like and she is quick to yank the shirt back down. "It was a while back. Last summer." She swallows and seems a bit nervous while eyeing her plate of food, which Ripley takes advantage of and I quick to snag another roll to chew on. "The wound healed, the scars though make it so he can't fly pretty much at all. Which makes him grumpier." If that is at all possible.

Just keep toweling, Tazemi. Indeed, the young man seems to be prolonging the effort to get his hair dry. Awkward much? Eventually he seems to be done and pulls the towel off his head, leaving his hair sticking up and out in multiple directions. "Actually, I think I remember hearing about that one." And the young man sighs deeply. "Sorry, you probably don't like to think about it." You think? Ripley's tactics are noticed and Taz's eyes track back to the blue. "Well, he has you to look out for him. I'm sure he appreciates that." And this time as Taz picks up one of his rolls, he breaks off a piece, offering it to the blue with one hand, while the rest of it manages to disappear into Taz's stomach. Another roll down.

Idrissa shakes her head slightly while peering at the blue a few moments. "His, interesting lets just put it that way. It's alright, I suppose I shouldn't be so worried over talking about it. Happened a while ago after all." It was a crazy time getting lost in the marsh, attacked by felines an so forth. "I think he does most of the time, though every now and then he'll do something awful even to be." Ripley pauses to peer at the offered roll, his head tilting an a slight croon esacping him, he hops over a few steps and he reaches over to snatch hold of the bit of roll rather quickly and chews away at it. "Ah, be careful. I'd hate for him to bite you or something."

Tazemi doesn't try to hang onto the roll as Ripley takes it, instead letting the blue have it and moving his hands back to his warm mug. Even on a summer's day, warm cider is nice after being completely dampened by rain. "It wouldn't be the first time I've gotten bitten by something." He reassures Idrissa with a half-smile. Now all he needs is some sort of change of topic or something, and the young man seems to have dug himself in a small hole. Can't he hide beneath that towel again? "I mean, y'don't have to talk about it if it makes you uncomfortable. It was … kind of … rude of me to ask like that."

Idrissa smiles and nods a moment. "Well, I suppose you have a point there." She's been bitten by plenty of things after all, happens when one is a beastcrafter after all. A slight wave of her hand is seen. "It's alright, really. People are curious about his scars after all so it gets asked more often then I can help to avoid it." She chews on her lip a moment pondering. "I'm Idrissa by the way."

Tazemi merely bobs his head a few times as Idrissa waves her hand, seeming to dismiss it all, which makes the young man feel a little bit better. At least he hasn't been the only one to ask. "Speaking of being rude…" Taz sighs, though it's meant to be more inward and directed at himself. "I'm Tazemi. Well met, Idrissa." And his green eyes track back to the blue once more. "And what's this fellow's name, incase I need to protect my fingers in the future?"

Idrissa smile a moment and nods. "Don't worry about it. Nice to meet you Tazemi." She peers at the blue firelizard that seems happy and is curled up preening at his good wing at the moment. "His name is Ripley. He has always been a grumpy one to tell you the truth." Many are wary of that blue, especialy some of Rissa's friends.

Tazemi is sitting with Idrissa at a table on this drizzly summer's afternoon. The young man has two towels next to him, his hair in complete bed-head mode and his clothes finally starting to dry out from being dampened by the rain. Rissa's blue Ripley seems to be busy grooming his good wing, which Taz is watching with mild amusement. "Well, for being so grumpy normally, he seems to be in a decent enough mood." And the man probably just jinxed it. But at least he knows better than to try reaching out to stroke the blue. "I've always cursed my luck at not managing to get to one of the guys' hatchings in time." The next pull Taz takes out of his warm cider actually produces empty almost sucking noises instead of normal drinking noises. Drat. Out of cider. And food. Where'd it all go?

Idrissa watches as Tazmei actually pets Ripley?… Oh dear she is about to stop him and try to save the other from getting mauled, though Ripley just stays put not seeming to mind the petting? She smirks a moment while watching and shakes her head. "He like certain people, an then doesn't like some. As if he picks favorites and so forth it would seems." She ponders a moment. "Well if you hang around long enough I'm sure your get one. I've managed to get two since being here." She pauses. "Actually my green is going to have eggs soon. If your interested and I can figure out where she hides hem maybe I can get you one?"

Where'd the food go? Soriana ate it. Oh, no, wait, that's just what she's going to do. She enters the caverns at a quick pace, probably because she's getting rained on, and makes her way to the table by the kitchen. Food? Food please? She'd like some food. Ooh! There is food here. Yay! She starts gathering some.

Tazemi puckers his lips a little bit in thought before he starts nodding. "That is, if you have the time. I don't want to cause any extra trouble for you." But the young man does seem to enjoy the thought of finally having the chance to impress a firelizard, by the little smile on his lips. And a look is given down to his empty plate and mug as he picks up said mug for another drink. "Egh. Can I interest you in anything else from the table while I'm up?"

Idrissa smiles and nods. "Sure.. I'll look into it and let you know what I may find." She glances to Ripley and then her plate and mug, a soft ah escapes her. "Naw I'm good. He actually left me with some food it seems. Thanks though."

One of those, and one of those… there. That does it for her plate; the next stop for Soriana is drinks, and she heads there to pick up a mug and fill it with… she starts for the klah, then hesitates. Yesmaybe… no. How about that lemonade there? That's more of a summer drink. So she pours herself a mug of it. Lemonade can be in mugs.

And Tazemi is off towards the table that Soriana is visiting at. The young man manages to get off a soft "Pardon me." As he reaches for the pitcher of cider, topping off his mug. And then he's collecting a few more tidbits for his plate. The second round seems to accumulate a few sweets and then another meatroll or two. Yeah, he's a healthy lad. And just to prove that point, on goes a redfruit. He makes his way back to the table then, setting down the newly laden plate and mug. Yeah. His clothing? Interesting. Considering he's been sitting, his tush area is totally not dry yet. Interesting marks, that. "You can definitely find me around. Just try and find something that needs fixing, and I'm probably there." It seems like the lad might have something of a sense of humor. Maybe.

Soriana glances to Tazemi, and nods as she steps aside to let him get in at the cider. With her plate done, she looks for a place to sit. Well, the option of hiding in the depths aside, there's the one where Idrissa's got a table staked out. That seems like it might be a more reasonable one. So, Soriana heads there, and raises one brow as she discovers Mister Pardon-Me also here. There's a slight quirk at the corner of her mouth as she sets down her plate. "Hey, Idrissa," she says, then returns her gaze to the new guy. "I've seen you around, I think. I'm Soriana. Hey."

Idrissa ahs softly while peering at Tazemi once he has returned. "So you fix stuff around the Weyr then?" She looks to Soriana and smiles. "Hey Soriana. How you doing?" She pats a seat next to her so her friend can sit down. Ripley shifts and hophops before clambering up onto his person's shoulder and curls up there.

Tazemi nods in response, around one of the mouthfuls he got caught with. Swallow. "Yup. I've been doing it ever since the others thought I wouldn't get underfoot and could actually help." Aka, he's been around awhile. Just one of those vaguely invisible people. Soriana seems to be a bit more outgoing than Idrissa, and that fact seems to draw a slightly shier response out of Tazemi. "Hi." And there's a pause for a second before he actually remembers to tack on his own name. "Name's Tazemi. And you probably have." There's that tiny hint of humor again.

Soriana slides into a seat, and shrugs one shoulder at Idrissa's question to her. "Fine," she answers, and takes a sip of lemonade before realizing maybe, just maybe, she should provide more details than that. "Been studying a lot." Yeah, that's a great detail there. Really brings things to life. She shrugs again, and reaches for a piece of roasted tuber, then nods to Tazemi. "These things do happen." There's maybe a slight quirk of her lips for that, hinting humor back.

Idrissa is quiet at the 'fine' answer and just peers at Soriana, oh sure everything is just fine and dandy here! She sighs a moment before chewing on her lip and looks back to Tazemi. A soft smile seen and she nods. "Well, nothing wrong with that. As long ye like the work of course."

Tazemi goes quiet for a moment at Idrissa's last comment, and then lifts his shoulders in a shrug. "I like it well enough. I definitely don't not like it." That made sense, at least in his head. The young man looks for a moment between the two oh-so talkative women, wondering if something is going on there. But what would he know? He's a guy. A teenage one, at that. Soriana's shot at humor is almost overlooked. Doesn't look like Taz's humor runs away with him. "What're you studying? If you don't mind me asking."

Apparently, it even makes sense to Soriana, because she nods. There's a moment of quiet, and then there's Tazemi's question. "Oh, uh, dragonhealing," she says with a slight smile. "I'm a grade one. In another turn or so, I'll get to take the tests for grade two." She glances back to Idrissa, looking at that lip chewing, and says, "I will talk to him. Later," before turning her attention to plate and eating.

Idrissa hums softly and nods while a soft smile is seen to Tazemi. "Well… What might you rather do?" She is curious it seems! A glance is sent over to Soriana at the comment while she is chewing on a meatroll that Ripley has managed to leave her. "I didn't say a /thing/." She points out.

Chew, chew, swallow. Tazemi is once again looking between the two ladies, a look of minor confusion starting to appear on his face, not that he's prying into that. He's pretty sure he doesn't want to know. "Ah…huh." And Idrissa's question actually seems to take him a bit off balance. "What would I rather do?" The young man lapses into silence as he works at the items on his plate. And he's quiet for long enough to wonder if he'd even answer the question. "I don't know. Like I said, I don't not like it, and it can be fun." That look of confusion seems to be stuck on his face for another few moments as he just tries to think. "Should I… really be wanting to do something?"

Nope. Not a thing. Idrissa didn't say a thing so loudly that Soriana was impelled to answer the thing she didn't sa. Soriana continues eating for a bit, quiet and listening to the back and forth of the conversation, before swallowing down her current mouthful. "I didn't, for a long time. I mean, dreams of adventure and all that," she waves a hand dismissively, "but nothing that really seemed like it was a thing I'd want to do enough to really do it, y'know? All my friends had apprenticeships, and I had no clue."

Idrissa doesn't even peer back over to Soriana now that her attention is back on Tazemi. A slight shake of her head is seen. "Well, no I mean. Not unless you want to do. I was just curious." There is a slight pause while she sips at her mug while listening to Soriana and Tazemi for a few moments.

Tazemi remains slightly contemplative as he munches along, putting a little more thought into it all. "Yeah, no. Nothing screams at me, so I just keep on doing what I'm doing. Seems like a productive enough use of my time." And in the end, that seems to be what it boils down to. Productiveness. Not that he's entirely driven. "Dreams of adventure? Did you go traveling?" It seems like this boy has been at the weyr his entire life, and doesn't seem particularily bent on changing that fact.

Soriana hehs, and takes a sip of her lemonade. "Some. Mostly just to other farms, but… I'd go wandering through the woods as a kid." She smiles crookedly. "They were some pretty tame woods, admittedly, but I didn't know that at the time." Now that she's seen real deep dark forest? Yeah, she's got some different opinions. "Traveling's fun, though. I like seeing new things, new places."

Idrissa won't be commenting on the forest or the marsh for that matter. "The woods close by are nice." There is her two cents on the subject. She chews on another bite of meatroll while letting her green gaze drift between the two a few moments.

Start cueing moments of weird silence around the munching of food. Tazemi once again lifts his shoulders in a shrug. "Haven't really thought of going travelling, either." Apparently this lad has absolutely no wanderlust. "Does that make me a boring person?" Yeah. It just might. But then he turns some attention back to Idrissa. "So, you know I'm a handyman, and I know So-oriana is a dragonhealer." He notes, stumbling for a moment over Sori's name as if he almost forgot it. "What is it you do?"

Food prevents the moments from being too weird, right? They're not moments of silence, they're moments of chewing… right? At the question from Tazemi, Soriana shrugs one shoulder. "Nah, doesn't hafta. I mean… there's not one thing that makes someone interesting." Or two things. Or three things? "Just means there's something else that's for you." Or so she presumes, anyway. She nods to the correct version of her name when it emerges, with a brief smile, then lowers her gaze to her plate again to let Idrissa answer the question.

Idrissa ponders the question and soon shakes her head. "Naw, doesn't make you a boring person at all. I don't think so anyway." A slight shrug is seen and then there is a pause at the question to what she does is asked. She ahs softly. "I'm well." There is a slight poke at a meatroll that rests on her plate and a soft breath escapes her. "I was a beastcrafter. Have to get my knot back though."

Chewing doesn't get to cover all of the weird silences. Tazemi looks at Idrissa and then just finally puts one of his hands over his face, and rubs with a small sigh. Yeah, he's helping his bed-head. Really. "I just seem to be asking all the right questions with you, don't I?" Can he just nom on his foot a little more, even though he's totally not meaning to? So. How about that rain? Yup. NOW it's awkward.

Soriana reaches over to give Idrissa's shoulder a little nudge, and while her hand's there, she gives Ripley a small pet. "You are a beastcrafter. You're just on break." Her tone is firm in that encouraging sort of way, and then she glance to Tazemi and quirks an eyebrow. Now what else could he have possibly asked her? Sori, curious. Sori, not about to actually ask. Silence reigns.

Idrissa seems amused for a moment while she peers at Tazemi, she chuckles softly, yes she chuckled. "It's alright. Like I said, normal questions that people tend to ask. I just don't have normal answers at the moment." There is nothing about her life that is anything normalish! A glance is sent to Soriana and she smiles a bit before nodding. "Thanks." She offers softly before glancing upwards, catching the time it seems. "I sorta should get back to the stables. Have some more work to do before Jarse is due back in." She would very much like to get it all done before then! Ripley croons out at the pet, which hs rather enjoys before Rissa takes hold of the little blue and sets him on the table. "Be good Ripley." As if that /ever/ worked before. With a wave she is off. "See you two later." An then she is off, back to work it seems after dropping off her plates.

Tazemi looks at the blue that Idrissa left on the table, and just eyes him. Though the blue seems to have taken to him, Taz isn't about to try and start being overly friendly with the grumpy blue. Taz looks back down at his plate, starting in on the few sweets that he picked up, demolishing those with the usual pitless-boy-stomach ability. "Not awkward at all." He mumbles to himself, just under his breath. Ah well. Not that he's overly worried about it. Now he's left alone with Soriana at the table and a little bit of food left. And he's so not going to ask about Rissa behind her back. "So." Pause. No chewing. "How did you get into dragonhealing?" Hopefully a good subject.

Soriana smiles back to Idrissa somewhat, then nods. "Good luck," she says, with a slight frown for the name of Jarse. When Ripley's set on the table, she reaches out to pet him again. Grumpy or not, it seems Soriana has no fear of the little blue biting her fingers off. He does that, you know… or so one of the rumors goes. She waves to Idrissa, "Seeya," then has a sip of lemonade with her other hand before looking back to Tazemi. "Well. I was a candidate when the sands broke. And I just sort of realized, watching the dragonhealers… that was something I could do. That I wanted to do. So… I started doing it."

"Well, out of a reason to start doing something, that makes perfect sense." Tazemi comments, polishing off the rest of his plate and drink pretty easily. And then he's standing up as well, depositing his dishes where Idrissa did, before he's giving Soriana a little wave. "I need to get out of these damp clothes." Because even on a summer's day, he's starting to get cold. "Nice talking with you, though." And he's not really waiting around for much of a response, before he's off in the direction of dry clothing that doesn't have damp spots remaining on his tush.

"Glad to hear it," says Soriana with a smile, then echoes the, "Nice talking to you." She waves, and adds a, "Try not to get sick!" before returning her attention to her meal and firelizard-sitting for Ripley to keep him out of trouble. Apparently, that's her plan for the afternoon now.

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