Lahela is Searched

Xanadu Weyr - Clearing
A wide clearing stretches from east to west, the ground packed hard although grass grows across most of it. Trees are strictly forbidden in this space, their danger to the constant draconic traffic reason enough to banish them to the forest that creates a this and sharp border to the north. Where the ground is less trampled, tiny flowers poke their delicate heads out from their shaded hiding places with upturned petals to wave to whoever may be looking.
The cliff looms imposingly on three sides, stretching upwards all the way up the side of the mountain where, high above, Xanadu's Star Stones and the everpresent watchdragon sit on a lonely peak. Directly south is a massive tunnel, fully wide enough for even the largest dragon to fly down. Southeast are wide steps leading up to the Caverns and eastwards is the large entrance to the Infirmary. Somewhat north of the Infirmary is a human sized archway that has a frequent quantity of traffic — it leads to the Tavern. Southwest lies the low ledges currently belonging to Xanadu's queens while north and west a broad path cut by the side of the cliff leads to the Feeding Grounds and due north is the spacious trail that leads to the rest of the Weyr.
The cliff face to the south, the massive tunnel and a huge section to the west of the tunnel looks raw to the point of being an unweathered scar and huge piles of fresh rock heaped at the bottom suggests a recent collapse of some section. Ropes can be seen, deterring people with no reason to be there from exploring the tunnel or wandering amongst the rock that is gradually being moved away. Interestingly, a massive ledge just to the west of the tunnel has been revealed, level and potentially promising for dragons.

Lahela is laying on the ground in the clearing, rather off to the side, as to not be in the flow of traffic, parts seeming to be sprawled all around her as she lays on her stomach, peering intently at some device in front of her, occasionally fiddling with the said parts, slowly piecing the device back together. And she isn't doing this at a table /why/?

Kirilla meanders toward the living cavern on her way from the forest trail, whistling idly - a good mood, obviously. Traffic does seem to part around her; people keep a wide berth around the weyrlingmaster when she seems strangely happy. Pheriannath is trundling behind, rumbling occasionally. And while Kirilla goes on meandering, Pheriannath stops when she sees Lahela - another person fiddling with something or other. Thus the green rumbles and blows noisily over the girl's head.

Estasravel is doing some meandering of his own. Actually, not really. He's simply working out in the clearing this afternoon on break, practicing his sword skills with a stick. And, he's evidently pretty good with the sword. Swing, swish, slice. He doesn't have a foe, per se, unless you count his shadow and the air.

Matteo jogs up from the forest trail aswell, and for once he seems physically exhausted from some sort of labor or another. He stops just before the clearing to catch his breath, presperation trickling down his brow. It is there he takes in the sight before making a point to go any farther. Paticular interest is found in the candidate practicing sword play. If only he could learn that. He's blunt about his watching as he wanders over and stands out of teh way.

Lahela is otherwise oblivious to the world around her… until the green decides to scatter her parts for her with a huff of wind. Getting the few important parts with much scrambling on her knees, she cradles the pieces and mostly-complete device in the excess of her long shirt. "Fardling dragon!" She grumbles, turning around to face the green, pointing a 'menacing' finger. "Don't you dare do that again! I had to hard work.." Her eyes close for a moment as she takes in a breath. ".. I had to /work hard/… to find these pieces to fix my radio." She completes her sentence, cheeks a little pink-tinted.

Estasravel, noticing someone's gaze on him via that uncanny feeling of being watched, stops mid swing, stick over his head as he peers around. His gaze finally lands on Matteo. The stick drops to the candidate's side as he relaxes his stance, leaning heavily against the 'sword' as he catches his breath, his other hand reaching up to wipe sweat from brow and neck — seems he's been at this activity for some time. He glances about, notes Kirilla and Pheriannath with some curiosity, and then turns his attention back to Matteo. "Hey."

Pheriannath rumbles, disgruntled, then snorts again - saying /something/ to her rider, since a moment later the Weyrlingmaster whirls around and stalks over to Lahela. "Excuse me, what do you think you're doing, insulting my lifemate? You do know who she is, don't you?" Enter the amiable anger.

"No." Lahela huffs in answer, plunking back down onto the ground, still ignoring the other two candidates, looking back down to her lap as she starts to put the finishing pieces on, soon enough screwing the cover back on. Starting to fiddle with the knobs then she doesn't take her eyes off the radio. "Anyways. I didn't /insult/ her. She nearly killed my work." She huffs again. "I don't take kindly to someone - or somedragon - nearly smashing my radio against the wall Weyr." She pauses for a moment, looking a little more disgruntled at her radio. "/Weyr /wall//."

Matteo gives a friendly grin to the other. "Heya…" He gives him a once over look, just casual in doing so. "How long have you been doing that?" He gestures to the stick at this, pushing any excess strands of dark hair back from his face. "It looks fun."

Kirilla glares at the girl. "That's enough of insulting my dragon. She was doing you a favor. Stupid technology. Only brings trouble in. Now then, girl… I have something extra here, if it'll make up a'tall for the loss. A chance to stand on the sands for Zaislinth's clutch. Will you accept?" The warning expression, despite her amiable tones, holds as she pulls out a white knot from her jacket.

Estasravel tilts his head at Matteo and blinks, "Hmm. Well, today or … when? I've been going at this today for…well, a bit past lunch." He ponders a bit more, "But…as for how long I've been practicing this sort of stuff…since I was a little kid. I grew up as a trader. You learn weaponry skills. And lots of them. Slingshots are fun." Yes, because popping things with marbles is fun. He peers over at Kirilla and Pheriannath and Lahela yet again, blinks, and then glances back at Matteo, tossing the stick towards the other boy. "I could teach you?"

Lahela still doesn't look that happy, though it appears as if the words haven't quite sunken in. "Hardly insulting and hardly stupid or troublesome…" She grumbles under her breath, a loud 'bzzt!' coming from the radio before the words seem to sink in, and she just /looks/ at the Weyrlingmaster. "… Eh?" She pauses a little more before her eyebrows cave in towards her nose slightly and responds in a half unsure voice. "Sure?" And the power to the radio is flicked off with a soft click.

Matteo's head turns in the direction of th words 'stand' and 'clutch'. He hadn't put much thought towards the green rider and her dragon. Nor the girl with strange things strewn about her. Another candidate maybe? Oh good. But back to this other boy. He catches the stick as a reflex "Er… okay…" Gaze drifting down to the stick in his hands, he nods. This could be fun. "Yeah, okay." His says a bit more sure.

Kirilla grins, almost nastily, and nods. "Good. You'll move into the quarters promptly and take a cot. In fact, I have something planned for the lot of you /candidates/ now. Take this knot, girl, and follow. /YOU/! Boys! Play with swords later, I've a chore for the lot of you now."

Lahela stands up from the ground, looking a little confused, knot in one hand, radio in the other, as she follows the Weyrlingmaster, a bit befuddled still. Ooookay. She'll just play along and move in later..

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