Xanadu Weyr - Meadow
A large, slightly rolling meadow is set high enough above the riverbank on both sides to avoid suffering from flooding, healthy ground cover and grass spreading out from either side of the dividing river. Scattered amongst the meadow are a variety of buildings, each with a narrow path leading up to it from a main, winding road. Some are set under a few trees, while others sit by themselves.
Stables and a smithy are settled on their own plots, while trees border the northern edge of the meadow, and a faint outline of a fence can be seen to the east.
With most of the Weyr's populace having chosen to head down to the beach to watch the meteor show, others have chosen to have a bit more privacy. They, like Marte and Vwayath, are spread out across the area, including the meadow, where Marte is settled with the brown as a backrest, even as Vwayath is somewhat twitchy as he's laying there, eyes showing hints of orange as those things keep falling from the sky.
A meteor shower does not halt one from his work. Satoris is ever so much nearer to the point where work upon the mineshaft itself can begin. And that puts him closer to being able to call in workers to begin the actual mining process. With Archy able to tend to Arsk again, the Miner has some free time at night to begin work on plans. With some tools — mostly blueprint materials — in hand, he's making his way with a lantern towards the forest and likely the worksite. The man is whistling some sort of tune and gives, as he prepares to pass, the rider and dragon a polite nod.
There are only so many meteors one can watch fall, when it comes right down to it. And so, Marte and Vwayath are now at the point of looking for some sort of distraction - as fate would have it, Satoris appears to provide exactly that. Watching the bobbing of the lantern, Marte's sliding off Vwayath's leg to cut him off, the brown stretching to cut off the way he just came. "Miner…" She greets, taking a guess given his tools.
Stride slows to a stop and the man with the unruly hair regards Marte for a moment. He manages a polite smile that, in some ways, looks closer to a grimace. "Good eve, rider," he says, before glancing past her. "And to your lifemate, as well. Enjoying the show?" Pale eyes flicker briefly to regard the skies.
"Just like I think everyone is.." Marte nods, glancing up at the sky, before looking back at Satoris, with a tilt of her head. "Except, it seems… you." She looks at him, as if he's up to no good, even as Vwayath is closing in on him as well, trying to be sure that this one isn't going anywhere, at least not yet.
Satoris glances to the dragon, with a vague measure of apprehension, then back to the rider. He rolls his shoulders in a shrug. "I can see them when I look up," he explains, considering it for a time. "Why should I stop working just because there's some rocks flying through the sky? Seems, in history, that's when even more work happened." Some vague reference to Thread, perhaps.
"Ain't nothing wrong with taking a night off, though, to enjoy it.. Not like that mine of yours is going anywhere." Marte quips back, folding her arms over her chest, and tilting her head. "Unless you have something else down there that is going to go somewhere.." The suspicious brownrider narrows her gaze slightly, before declaring in a hushed voice. "Whatever it is, I want half. Half, and I won't say a word to anyone." Vwayath, meanwhile, rumbles, though whether he has a different opinion, or its in agreement, who knows.
Those pale eyes widen a bit and Satoris takes a step back, staring at the brownrider in amazement. "There's nothing! I just want to get the work done! The mine is already behind schedule because of the ice storm and the collapse." Whatever schedule that was. Satoris likely has a full itinerary for each day. The man likely uses the privy on a schedule. 10 minutes. Any more and it goes to the contingency plans. His hand tightens upon the paper for the blue prints and he glances past, towards the dragon. "I need to get the designs for the shaft drawn up so the woodcraft can begin cutting the wood to the right dimensions."
Marte steps after Satoris, as the man stares at her in amazement, and quickly begins to protest that there really is nothing. Smirking a bit, Marte tilts her head. "Shards, ya don't have to hide it from me. Tell you what, I'll even cut you in on my next deal… You can have a third, maybe a half if you prove you can be trusted." But then, as Satoris is looking at Vwayath, the brown is crooning, and Marte is swearing again, cutting off his protests about needed a woodcrafter. "You shouldn't worry about that, anymore. Vwayath wants you to stand, for them clutches on the Sands."
Mouth opens to protest again, but then Satoris is being informed that he's wanted to Stand. The miner's eyes both widen and then suddenly his brow furrowed. Jaw works, but no words come forth. Seems that was more than likely one of the last things he expected. Finally, the Journeyman shakes his head fiercely. "Oh, no. No, no." His hand tightens again on the papers. Wrinkles will be present in those prints! "I can't. I've got this mine to get built. I can't be crooning over some eggs."
Color Marte surprised. As the words that come out of Satoris's mouth are, in fact 'no' and not 'yes', Marte finds herself hurriedly clamping her mouth down on the rambling spiel she was about to go on. Staring at him, she's shocked for a moment, before shrugging. "Suit yourself. But, I will find what you have down there, that's so important to you." His refusal only seems to have cemented in the brownrider's mind that something fishy is going on - something she needs to get in on.
Poor Satoris. He's truly beginning to think the women of Xanadu are absolutely insane. Marte's getting herself towards the top of the list. The man's nose wrinkles: "Others may be enamored, but… standing out there before those big eggs doesn't hold enough draw for me, sorry. There's work to be done and if I'm not doing it, who will? The mine will help Xanadu. Me hanging around, gawking in the galleries at them eggs won't."
"Good luck getting that greenrider, if you never come back out of that mine." Marte says, only making herself seem even more insane, certainly, before she's smiling oh so sweetly at Satoris, passing by him, to rejoin Vwayath. "Have fun playing with your rocks." She calls back, before the brown pair vanish into the shadows. Creepy.