Random Log: Post Clutching Gathering


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.

Vatyri is already in line for some fresh pastries - in celebration of the new clutch, of course - and is clasping a mug of steaming cider in one clammy hand. Matteo is grinned at before Tyri turns herself around to introduce herself, in a most peculiar fashion. "My aim's not too good most of the time, but anyways, I'm Vatyri. Tyri for short, and this thing —" she nods at the firelizard squished against her side," - - is Riaiy. She's a pain."

Matteo smiles in greeting as he gets himself a mug of tea. He looks at the firelizard and smiles at it as well. "That's quite alright. I'm Matteo." He motions to the tables. "Care to sit for a while?"

Vatyri takes a moment to eye the tables, much in the manner as though they were prone to eat people, particularly 'Reachian residents. After much ado, the girl does pull out a seat and settle herself into it, after making sure that Riaiy went and perched with other firelizards. "Well met Matteo. Again, sorry about that rock thing. Just didn't want you falling off the railing, since you looked like you were going to nod off."

Robyn idly looks around.

Matteo sits himself down aswell and sets his tea on the table. He takes off a small bag around his neck, takes a pinch of the power inside, and deposits it into his tea. As he closes the bag and puts it back around his neck his smile returns. "Ah, no… But had I stood anylong I would have… Heights help my awareness. Unfortunately, it doesn't work the otherway around." He looks disgustedly into the tea, which has turned a dark dark brown, almost black. "If I ever fall off something, cut my throat." He jokes, looking back up to Vatyri and grinning.

"Well, if you had fallen from there, the clutch parents most likely would have had your throat for startling them and possibly threatening their eggs," Vatyri points out with a vague smile on her lips. "What's that powder for?" she asks curiously, watching him pour it into his tea, and she herself take a drink of her cider.

"Sleep," He grunts, looking back down distastefully at the drink. "I can't sleep on my own anywhere save a ship. So I try as best i can to keep a nearly endless supply of this stuff." He holds up the bag again. "You don't want to get your nose to close. It's the most unpleasent plant when dried." He carefully takes a sip of the tea and closes his eyes tight, forcing it down his throat. "In both smell and taste."

Vatyri peers at the little bag around Matteo's neck, and then towards the drink that he forces down. "So, it's basically a type of sedative?" She may not be a healer-type, but she knows a few words pertaining to that craft. "I suspect you're a sailor? I'm a resident up at the High Reaches Weyr, myself."

Robyn leaves a small stack of advertisments for various items on a table. They seem to have symbols for different crafthalls and Holds on them. An order form with the title 'Benden Wines, Finest on Pern' falls opn in the breeze from a passing individual.

Matteo nods a little. "Yeah, basically. Don't know what it's called. One of the older sailors showed it to me when he learned of my problem." Think that makes him sound insufficient as a person, but ignores the ill phrasing. "Yeah, kinda… A SeaCraft Apprentice that is. Raised with it all. High Reaches, eh?" He'd never been there. Then again he'd hardly been anywhere despite his background. "what brings you 'round here? the Clutching?"

Vatyri abruptly lifts a finger and points towards the little she-devil herself, the gold firelizard who's currently preening herself and flaunting her bubbly self. "That one brought me down here. Showing me pictures of strange things, so I asked a rider to transport me, and now I'm stranded here until I get picked up." There's a slight pause, in which Vatyri waves towards Robyn with one hand, and rubs her chin with the other. "What brings you around here?"

Robyn gives an impish, but innocent grin, "Me? Just looking for customers. Figured there might be a crowd here."

Matteo looks over to Robyn as he takes another sip. He, once again, forces himself to swallow. "Customers?" He manages, coughing. "For what, er… where?" He turns to Vatyri. "My cousin's a SeaCraft Journeyman here so I've come to learn from him." He coughs quite a bit, paling from the liquid.
Vatyri quirks an eyebrow over at Robyn, tilting her head slightly to the side before managing a grin. "Customers for what, may I ask?" Having seen the order form with the Benden on it, she should assume wine, but she probably won't. "Ah. So, your family is full of seacrafters, then?" she asks of Matteo, sticking a finger in her cider and swirling it around, much to her entertainment.

Robyn smiles, "Of course. I'm a Trader. Its how I make my living. Marks to feed a green dragon and myself don't grow on trees, you know."

Matteo coughs quite a bit more, his face pallid and sweat beads for across his brow. Perhaps two doses of that in such close proximity wasn't a good idea. "Yeah…" He manages and pushes the mug away. "I'm going to get some water." He gets up, coming back a moment or two later with the water and near draining the glass. "Well… Now I know never to do that again."
"If it's for sleep, I can just see you keeling over and then I'll have to finds /lots/ of rocks to keep you awake then," Vatyri says, eyeing the persperation across his forehead, and furrowing her brows together in response. "Ah, a trader! How interesting! What goods do you have, by the way?" Interest is evident in her face, yes.

Robyn waves a hand at the pamplets on the table, "While I have some inventory in my wagon, I mostly take orders for varoius things, then deliever the items within a day or two with most things. So its not a matter of what do I sell, its a matter of what do you want to buy and how fast I can get it."
Matteo chuckles at that. Yes… It would probably take many. Or just strapping him to a dragon and sending his skyward. He looks around to the trader, wiping his forhead with his sleeve. "You know, I've heard that exact phrase somewhere before." He muses, finishing up the water. "Have you ever been around the Island River Hold or near there abouts?"

Robyn brushes her hair back from her eyes, "I've been all over Pern. My family was originaly from the Telgar region though." Curiousity flickers in her eyes, "Someone else using my sales pitch?"

Vatyri just quirks an eyebrow in their general direction before perking up - watch that, her eyes actually gleam. "You take orders? Can I have Dragon-No-More salves to keep away the nasty golds?" Not that that product actually exists, but it works. "I'd really like a wine, though - white. Not particular to any year, or any maker."

Matteo wrinkles his nose in distaste. "White?" He refrains from commenting more than that. That is to say, he needs no more of any drink this eve. He'd hoped the bit of wine he'd had earlier would have helped him sleep, but he had to resort to this disgusting drug. He snorts at the tea mug and pushes it away. Just looking at it made his insides clench. Maybe he'd try to sleep normally for a few days.

Robyn opens a wide pouch and pulls out some Tillek and Benden order forms with lists of wines and other liquors and their prices and offers it, "Here. You might see something you fancy here."

Vatyri takes a peek at some of the order forms, and, still looking at them, comments, "So you don't have any Dragon-No-More salve? It'd work wonders for me," she says, a chuckle coming from her throat. "Hmm. I don't really like Tillek wines - too bitter, I find. So, the Benden. I only have about ten marks, would that be enough?" So what if she's not looking at the prices herself.

Robyn grins, "No, I'm afraid I don't know where one may find Dragon-No-More salve. Jaketh won't let me research it."

Matteo chuckles a little. "Smart dragon, that." He muses. He takes a deep breath, feeling the cloak of sleep slowly coming. "Benden I do find to be better…" He comments and yawns. "Well, it's working. However much it may have ruined my insides." He chuckles at that, but also take a look at the forms.

Robyn looks at the marks and hmms. "Well, ten marks will get you a case of red from four seasons ago or a half case of white from any season but 6 or 9 seasons ago.."

Vatyri tilts her head before bobbing it and looking towards Robyn. "I find that, with age, most wines better in quality. So, in that case, I'll take the half case of white. It'll make some people around the Weyr happy, at least." Matteo is given a chuckle at the sudden yawn. "Well, as far as I know, that salve doesn't exist. I just made it up, but it should exist."

Robyn nods and pulls out a pad, "I can get that to you.. " She checks her watch, "By tomorrow afternoon, due to time zones of course."

Vatyri puts down the marks that she has, and grins sheepishly. "It's a good thing I didn't get any takers on bets in the galleries," she comments before nodding to the time. "I'm up in the High Reaches Weyr - I'm sure it'll be fine left in the living caverns away from the wine-lovers."

Robyn nods, "I can leave it with the Headwoman there. I am sure she will keep it from falling into the wrong hands."

Matteo shakes his head with a faint grin. "You don't want people with short tempers loosing their dragons now do you?" He asks. He watches the transaction. Second today. That is to say, second this eve.

There's the sounds of dragonwings, and that sound is nearly enough to twist Vatyri's head around; the look of surprise is quite amazing, really, as Vatyri peers outside. "What? My ride! Well, that's a surprise." A grin is aimed towards Matteo and Robyn, and Vatyri shyly siddles towards the exit. "Well, it seems I have a trip back to the 'Reaches. Talk to you two soon, hopefully." And, like that, Vatyri's out the door.

Alensa eyes the trader-rider and her transactions from a table not far away. Sticking her hand in her pocket, she frowns, realizing she's still yet to get any pay on her private commissions. Shrugging her shoulders, slides down from her chair and approaches the woman. "Um, excuse me. If you're going to High Reaches, perhaps I could ask you about aquiring something for me?" Alensa's shy at first, not wanting to intrude on the transaction, but there's something she really must have.

Matteo looks down at his time piece absently and frowns. He already looks about to pass out. He gives a wave to Vatyri. She was quite pleasent company and he hoped he'd see her again sometime. He gives a nodd to Robyn. "I should probably get some sleep before this stuff wears off." With that he stands and strools towards the residential hallway to get some sleep before he's waken by the stillness of ground.

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