M'iri is Tapped

Xanadu Weyr - Caverns

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 has moved her work out of the office and into the caverns, feeling a bit claustrophobic, perhaps? and has most of her paperwork spread out in messy heaps across the table top in front of her. A glass of juice is included on the table as the round-bellied weyrwoman leans back in her chair, slouching some as she shifts.

Crossing across the clearing and leaning upon one side of the entrance's frame, M'iri looks into the Caverns with a sigh, looking back to see if Kieranth settled before making further staps into the area. Her hand heads for a glass of juice and she takes two good gulps before actually looking for a seat. Now where to sit.. And her eyes cross upon Niva's gravid form… Does she really want to irritate the Weyrwoman.. ? But alas, M'iri waves anyways. "Hello, Niva." She says from a distance. Safer that way. Yup.

Niva reaches for her juice, pausing as she looks up at the greeting, attention slipping over the caverns to rest on M'iri, identifying her as the source after a long moment. "Weyrling! I was just going to send someone to get you." No name? This.. could be bad.

M'iri stands to attention at Niva's call, having been under S'ver's wing for too long. "Yes Ma'am." The blue Weyrling takes steps towards the Weyrwoman and gives a slight nod. "What did you need me for, Weyrwoman?" He back is stiff, her face is straight, standing before Niva, only stormy irises looking down upon the gravid woman…

Niva shuffles the chair back a bit as she pats at the piles of paper, muttering some to herself before looking back to M'iri. "I have something for you, Weyrling. If I can just.." And she trails off, continuing to pat until she gives a tug on a knot, pulling it out from the concealing paperwork. "Welcome to the Monsoon wing, M'iri, rider to Kieranth." And she offers the new knot to M'iri, though she makes no move to rise from her chair.

Pulling out of her stance to look down at what Niva is doing, M'iri blinks as she sees the knot displayed towards her, even if Niva isnt standing. "You mean-" She arches her brow. "-Already?!" She hesitates to take the knot, looking at Niva for a moment still. "… Kieranth 'll drive Lahela insane. Poor woman…" M'iri murmurs with a grin before looking up again and taking the knot. "Thankyou, Ma'am." She thinks, looking at the knot in her hands.

Niva inclines her head with a bit of a grin. "Congratulations, again. And, don't worry about Lahela, she can handle it." And she waves a hand. "Might as well go celebrate with a drink. You've probably earned it."

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