Helping Out Satoris

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 ever present 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.

A rare piece of time off from working. Then again, it is that commonly accepted time where people settle down to eat lunch. Satoris is doing so out in the clearing, just outside of the Caverns. He's perched upon a barrel; happily partaking of some stew, with a plate with other foods perched upon his knee.

Fiara comes up from the direction of the beach, herding a group of children looking to be between the ages of eight and twelve. "All right you lot, go on, go get /lunch/!" the harper says with amused exasperation. "You'd think none of you ever got hungry." There's been a lot of laughing and jostling and maybe some foot dragging as the ever-moving group seems loathe to leave the fresh air behind, but then one boy sniffs the air and hollers: "Fresh stew!" and they take off running hard for the indoors, leaving Fiara to laugh as she untucks the hem of her skirt from her belt and smooths the lot out and doffs her straw hat to fan her face. Satoris on his barrel is noted then and Fiara smiles. "Good day, well-deserved break?"

"I suppose," Satoris answers in a somewhat droll voice as he watches the herd of children descend upon the poor drudges of the Caverns. Shaking his head slightly, he looks back to Fiara. "Eating around the worksite is not advised at the moment. There's too much dust in the air from the wood that's being cut." He shrugs, somewhat, and goes back to methodically eating.

"Oh good point," Fiara agrees and she leans against one of the other barrels there, still fanning her face slowly with her hat. "A mouthful of dust, would not taste good. How's the stew, really? I hope the children won't be disappointed."

"It's suitable," Satoris states, simply. Because he's the best person to ask when it comes to enjoying things. The man spoons another mouthful and chews, before swallowing. He shrugs. "There is also some sort of fruit… dessert thing. I imagine they'll enjoy that."
"Well, they worked up an appetite down on the beach so hopefully that'll do," Fiara says with a little grin and a shrug and pops her hat back on her head. "Ooo, fruit dessert, I'll have to go check that out in a moment. But - how's the work going down over there?" Her head tilts in the direction of the site.

Pale eyes shift from the stew to look past the harper in the direction of the mine. Satoris is quiet for a moment as he considers. "Slow. I had relied on getting the help of the candidates, but a certain greenrider is dead set on keeping them too occupied or out of my way." Sounds like he's quite sour about that.

"Oh?" Fiara tilts her head to the side curiously. "So they're entirely unavailable?" That draws her brows down a little and she looks vaguely concerned for a moment. "Though I suppose it's normal for candidates to be terribly busy when standing." There's a little pause and then a hesitant: "What sort of assistance do you need?"

There's a slight snort and Satoris shakes his head. "More or less. I've been seeking a chance to discuss with one of the Weyrleaders. Whenever S'ya finds out that I'm trying to get their help, she suddenly runs off with them to do things like clean her dragon." Finishing his stew, Satoris sets the bowl on a nearby barrel and goes to the rest of his food: bread and various vegetables, looks like. "Mostly, just help with carrying the cut wood into the mine."

"Clean her dragon … ah," Fiara's brows twitch comically. "Is that something that riders need help with often?" she asks with partly amused, but also sincere, curiosity. "Hmmm. Well, carrying wood, some of the older children could help with too, if you could use the hands," the harper notes with a grin. "But that would be a reasonable chore for candidates."

"From what I've seen, most times the rider can do it alone, or with the aid of one candidate… It's not like S'ya's dragon is that big, either." Satoris is /quite/ displeased with the matter. His eyebrows rise somewhat, "Any help would be appreciated. I was hoping to have the mine done before autumn sets in…"

"Because she's green," Fiara says with a nod and considers that for a moment. "Well, I'll talk to some of the fosters and the bigger kids, see if they'd be willing. I'd be willing to let them go from lessons a little earlier if it would help you out," the harper volunteers.
This seems to cause Satoris to brighten somewhat. He sets down a piece of bread and studies Fiara a moment, before tilting his head in a nod. "That would be great, thank you."

"Well then, I'll do my best," Fiara says sunnily and then laughs. "You know, I know who you are, but we've never been properly introduced." And so saying the harper extends a hand. "Fiara, journeyman harper."

Introductions. Right. Satoris blinks for a moment before accepting Fiara's hand to shake it firmly. His are rather rough and calloused- no surprise, there. "Satoris. Journeyman miner. Well met."

Her palm is actually not that far off a match for his though the calluses are lighter and not in the same places. Likewise firm, Fiara grins. "Well met indeed," she says brightly. "So all these cave-ins must have really been interesting for you from a professional stance."

"Yes and no… Yes because it's nice to be able to observe things on such a close scale, but no because it really changed the progress of the mine and our plans for it." Satoris shrugs slightly, setting the other plate with the stew bowl; to be carried in later. "Fortunautely, it seems stable enough now."

"Mm, getting set back is always hard. It gets like that sometimes with music only you know, not with such dramatic effects as caves and mines," Fiara says with an amused grin. "What /are/ the plans anyway? I'm still new enough here that I don't necessarily know about some things."
Satoris blinks a few times as he stands up, away from the barrel. He picks up the plate and bowl. "To build a mine. Then find out what's there to be mined… We haven't gotten started yet. It looks good, but for all we know, there may be nothing down there. It's always a gamble."

"So you do that sometimes, just dig one to find out what's down there?" Fiara looks a little surprised by that, but laughs. "That reminds me of digging holes out back of the hold when I was little and searching for 'treasure'," the harper says, eyes merry still. "I will hope that there are good things in /this/ mine. Interesting things for you and anyone else who's working on it to find."

Satoris shakes his head a bit, shifting his stance somewhat. "No… We find caves. Places already there. Saves some time… But there's no other way to know until you begin actually mining. Well, sometimes there will end up particles in say, a stream nearby, but that doesn't always happen."

"Oh sure, they have some up at Tillek, caves. Those can actually be pretty, for all they're underground," Fiara says enthusiastically. "Perhaps when it's set up enough I might come take a look. I've never really been in a /mine/ before." She shifts against the barrel, regards the miner curiously again. "Particles in a stream. What does that look like?"

"It's not very fancy," Satoris says, guardedly. He picks up a small piece of tuber left on his plate and eats it swiftly. "Particles… sometimes, in a stream, you'll see bits of dirt and stone? Well, if the stream is close enough to a series of caves or caverns, or comes from underground, it could carry along minerals."

"Does something have to be fancy, to be interesting?" Fiara asks and looks up at the sky. "The sky is there every day, but it changes so it's always interesting, if only for a few minutes, right?" Her gaze returns to the miner and she listens closely. "Minerals. So shiny things in the water?"

"I just assumed…" Satoris trails off there, shaking his head slightly. He takes a long breath, glancing towards the caverns briefly, then back to Fiara. "More or less. Not always shiny, perhaps, but usually."

"Assumed what?" Fiara asks, good-natured but she's nodding as he explains about the minerals. "Hm. Shiny and not shiny minerals. I almost feel like I missed out on a whole aspect of education," she says laughingly and pushes away from the barrel. "If you need to get going, I can take your dishes in for you. I'm headed in to get my own plate after all."

"Oh, nothing…" Satoris lifts his fist to cover his mouth as he clears his throat. "Mining is fairly intense… But I imagine most crafts are. That's why we spend so long studying." He blinks a few times at the offer before holding out his plate and bowl. "Thank you."

That draws a moment of confusion from the harper, but then Fiara's nodding again. "In different ways. I don't imagine that many are quite as dangerous as mining can perhaps be." Next moment she takes the dishes and smiles. "See you around." ANd off she goes to clear up and get her own meal.

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