Random Log: The News Spreads


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 colour 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 colours 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 and southwest is a wide tunnel, carefully roped off to avoid accidents.

Niva slowly comes into the caverns, more subdued then she has been recently upon similar entrances, gaze sweeping the caverns before moving over to the serving table, the young girl that's accompanying her following and continuing to talk.

T'bear wanders into the caverns and upon seeing Niva he gives her a wide berth, remembering all to well is previous encounter. Still, he's hungry and he ventures forth to get some food.

L'alie drags in, looking like she's ran a mile-and indeed, she has. That Adie is a strict taskmaster. So L'alie sinks into a chair, sprawling and gasping.

Niva stares at the table for a long moment, reaching for a meatroll before wrinkling up her nose and reluctantly reaching for a sandwich and a glass of juice instead. Turning around, she nods her head sedately to T'bear, not biting off his head this time before heading for a chair of her own, arching an eyebrow as she passes by the gasping L'alie.

T'bear looks a little surprised as he catches the nod, and a little wary. After all, that wasn't quite as he expected it to go. Still no sense in being rude. He nods his head "G'day" he notes and fills up is plate with some various amounts of meat and veggies, and heads over to a table with it. Alie is noticed and we gives a bit of a wave.

L'alie finally catches her breath and stumbles to her feet, groping over to the table to get a glass of juice before thumping into another nearby chair and drinking. "That dragon is going to be the death of me!" she announces finally.

Niva carefully tucks her feet up underneath her in the chair, leaning to once side and taking a bite of the sandwich before looking up at L'alie with a bit of a blink. "Oh? How so?" And she pauses, shaking her head. "Although, I've discovered lately that they usually do have the best of intentions.."

T'bear glances curiously at Niva from over his plate. "Oh? What brought on the discovery." he then gulps "Sorry, probably shouldn't have asked." he murmurs softly but grins at Alie "Least you'll be in shape and fit and trim to well him, play taxi?"

L'alie takes another gulp of juice, making a face. "I'm going to have the strongest legs in the weyr at this rate. I already run faster than the other 'lings. Adinaeth runs me ragged, and then S'ver takes over and does it again!"

Niva takes another bite of her sandwich, and a sip of juice to wash it down before looking over at T'bear, opening her mouth to say something before simply shaking her head. "Kilaueth wouldn't let me go between. Turns out she had a very good reason not to." And she idly shakes off the apology before looking over at L'alie. "Though, if you're fit, you might attract yourself more… uh… friends." If you want to call them that.

T'bear ohs a little "Why would she…" he trails off a moment and then blinks a little and then says "Oh, does that mean, I mean are you…" he swallows and digs into his food with sudden interest. "Oh yes, S'ver is real good at keeping us in shape."

L'alie lifts an eyebrow slowly at Niva and then says archly, "Congratulations. And friends, Niva? Adinaeth and Raenth have already played matchmaker, I think Adie would be a little insulted if I went looking for too many 'friends' after all the trouble he went through to 'convince' Matt that my butt won't crush him." She rolls her eyes.

Niva manages a bit of a smile at T'bear and a nod, shyly ducking her head at the congratulations. "Thanks.." And she arches an eyebrow at L'alie, tilting her head to one side. "Is that so? Will I be needing to offer you my own congratulations in the future?" And she laughs softly, shaking her head. "They really do mean only the best…"

L'alie grunts, "S'ver would have my head, and various bits of T'eo, not that he has a reason to. I'm not about to mess with Adinaeth's head that way." She gets to her feet, selecting a sandwhich and getting a refill of juice. "Anyway, apparently the pillows I've so nicely created for the couch in the weyrling barracks won't do. Adie has demanded curtains for privacy."

T'bear chuckles "Ryunth just wants the whole couch, he likes to stretch out when he sleeps, or alternately curl up in a ball. He says he'd love a couch the can have the sun shine it."

Niva laughs softly at L'alie and nods her head. "That's how C'ian and I felt during my weyrlinghood, and he wasn't even a weyrling with me. Although, I was implying after y'all have graduated." Taking another sip of her own juice, she smiles and glances back and forth between the two. "They each tend to have their quirks.. Its easier once you all have your weyrs. And then you'll have all the privacy you could want.." And she grins slightly in L'alie's direction as she does so.

T'bear nods and ponders "Wonder if I could a skylight or something installed." he murmurs to himself and shakes his head a bit.

Elia meanders into the caverns, taking a seat near the other weyrlings so she can listen to the general going-ons. She looks a little more awake than she has in recent days, and for once she appears to have done her hair and cleaned up properly. After getting all settled in, she smiles over at the others, with a soft, "Good day all."

"Erp!" Thump. The ever-graceful T'eo trip-stumbles in, having not exactly watched where his feet were going. So much skill in balance lost. Well, not like he was paticularly flawless when he was in his Craft, but he was better than now perhaps? Ow that smarted. He walks, wincing, to flop himself down in a seat beside L'alie and promptly begins removing his boot. He's turned away of course.

Niva glances over at the entrance of the other weyrlings, without moving from the seat she occupies, where a sandwich plate is balanced on her leg, and a juice cup in hand. Nodding her head sedately to them, she even smiles slightly, attention shifting to Elia. "And is your Branwynth running you as ragged as L'alie's Adinaeth seems to be doing to her?" An eyebrow is simply arched at T'eo, and she tries her best to hide a grin, attention shifting back to Elia.

Elia smiles at Niva and makes an annoyed face. "Of course. If it's not itchy skin, it's complaining about being stuck in the barracks all day. All she does is complain." Of course, this is all said with a fond note in her voice, for she can't really be upset with her lifemate. "It will be nice when she figures out that things can't always go her way."

T'eo speaks to Elia, idly, over his shoulder. "Yeah, well, with Raenth about, I doubt that'll occur to her for a while. All I hear about is your Branwynth… well, that or various insundry things to do to S'ver's Dajath or, unfortunately… Kiernath…" He gives a pained look. Now is this because of the dragon or his toe? Peer. Well, rightly could be both, for he's got a nice slice across the largest of his toes.

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