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A short and sweet little bit of Living Cavern RP with very little klah sipping! Hooray! [ Featuring in order of appearance: Zorana (no poses), Laytai, Sirena, Sadira, Ajala, Tiler, Marina, Kwa ]
10/15/2002
10:18 PM
Logfile from G'deon.
Living Caverns (#392)
The rough-hewn majesty of this cavern far outpaces any delight in the multitudes
of curves that form its enclosure. The glabrous grey granite is shot through
with translucent obsidian, lending subtly-veined sparkle to the walls and the
foot-trodden smoothness of the floor that shows centuries-old placements of
the scarred trestle tables; carven hollows give homes for the glow baskets and
the coat-pegs that line the walls. No mosaics, no painting, no tiles: just a
few well-done tapestries mark the pathway that lead to the kitchen to the north
and the inner caverns to the west, and frame the nighthearth's stew and snacks,
while a heavier strip of oiled canvas shields the unwary from the wind in the
bowl.
Scattered about in various perches and niches are forty-eight firelizards.
You see OOC NOTICE (look sign), Llaammaa, Ischoria, and Thief here.
Zorana and Laytai are here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl --- Kitchens --- Inner Caverns --- Crafting Area
Sirena walks in from the Central Bowl.
Sadira comes out of the kitchens, the smell of fresh baking following just behind.
Zorana exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.
Sadira stops short, stifles a giggle, and continues on. Finding an out of the way place to sit and eat her bowl of stew and drink her klah.
G'deon enters briskly from the bowl, carelessly tossing his jacket to a peg in the wall which miraculously works. This time. He tugs his riding gloves from his hands and sticks them behind his belt before quickly rubbing his hands together to warm them. The somewhat tall man makes his way towards the kitchens, a hopeful look on his face. "Anything good?" he asks quietly of no one in particular.
Sadira looks up at G'deon's question, "Stew's not bad," she ducks her head trying to remember the rider's name. She can remember that he is the rider of bronze Nylanth. Unfortuneatly, she doesn't recall /his/ name.
Sirena strides into the caverns with a sniffling toddler clinging to her neck. Frowning, she quickly grabs a piece of bread approaching one of the cooks. Whispering, she makes a request, then carries the pouting little boy toward a chair to try to pry him away.
Empty mug is glared at as Laytai debates whether to expend the energy to get to her feet and pour more juice or to just sit where she is. Thirst and slight boredom, as her chatting companion had to depart, soon get the better of the young messenger as she is up to her feet and back over to the drink table. Head perks up as more fill into the caverns, a wave going to a few that she knows, while a perplexed look goes to those she does not. "Juice is good, as always." She comments, overhearing G'deon's question. "Not sure 'bout the food though."
"Stew sounds excellent, thank you," G'deon replies with a smile to Sadira. "Anything warm at this point. Winter comes much too quickly up there," the rider adds, gesturing with a hooked thumb towards the now unseen sky. "Stew and juice... sounds like a winning combination," he then replies to Laytai with a soft chuckle. Sirena and child are noticed, but Gid isn't going to go bothering people unnecessarily.
Sadira quietly sits in her chair and finishes her stew, "I'm on my way back to the kitchen, I could bring you some stew.. If you like?" she offers the bronze rider.
Sirena coos to the baby, who seems unwilling to let go for the moment. Taking the offered bread in a pudgy little hand, he nibbles on it, then decides to toss the rest onto the back of his mother's chair. Rolling her eyes, she returns to the food table to try something else. Frustration seems to win as she eyes the food on the hearth. "Of course your papa would leave right now.."
G'deon has already begun spooning some of the stuff leftover from the noontime meal into a clean bowl, which he gestures lightly towards Sadira. "Nah, I've got it, but thanks." Next comes the juice, and then... a seat. Uninvited, he slides onto a bench at a table near Laytai and Sadira both while turning to Sirena questioningly.
Sadira giggles and takes her bowl to the kitchen, prepared to be pressed into cleaning and prep work for the next big meal. It is, after all, what she grew up with. That being the case, she doesn't mind fetching and carrying for the riders.
Laytai grumbles, "Tell me about it." Vest is pulled on a bit with her free hand, before she chuckles a bit. Standing for a moment longer, the messenger takes the time to look at Sadira and tilt her head. Though not saying a thing, she quickly finds her seat once more and plops down. Soon though, curiosity gnaws at Laytai and forces her to ask, "Ah, don't believe I've seen your face." She clears her throat as she looks back to Sadira. "Been here almost two turns and still have yet to meet all." Snort.
Sirena smiles faintly at the others, almost blushing as the boy decides to whimper. Bad idea mentioning the disappearing papa. Cuddling the baby, she soothes. "He'll come back soon, Tieran..." Settling on the bench she asks, "Anyone have a suggestion for teething?"
"I'm Gid," the rider offers helpfully, grinning at Laytai. Though hopefully she recognizes him by now, what with the silly ex-messenger hanging about the stables now and then for idle chatting. Usually to avoid watching Nylanth eat. Oooh, group introductions. "I've been here ages, and I remember faces easy enough, but names? It's a bit hit and miss sometimes." G'deon then grins over at Sirena. "The Healers have tons of stuff. I wouldn't suggest whiskey though. He looks a bit young. Or is it a she?"
Sadira giggles, and returns the look given her, "Name's Sadira, but people always want to shorten it to Dira or Dir. I'm from Fort Weyr, my father raised me after my mother died in childbirth. I was seven of seven children, 'course I would be the one to finally push Mother between," a giggle for that last part, as she knows that death is just another aspect of life in a weyr. Dira looks at the boy in the woman's arms and smiles, "Father used to use an old bit of wherryhide soaked in wine for me. Said it was the only thing that soothed my gums. I always thought that it was a bit odd that he never fostered me."
Laytai coughs and shakes her head. "'course I know who /you/ are G'deon. Have to be nuts not to." She chuckles and gives a slight roll of her eyes. "Sadira? Rather pretty name. Well met there, the names Laytai. Messenger here at 'Reaches." Head raises with a bit of pride as she gestures to the knot upon her shoulder. "Big family, eh? Know the feeling. I'm one of the younger ones, though have a sib or two a bit smller." A wink goes to the girl as she focuses on Sirena. "Give 'em something to chew on is my only thought. Like the idea of something soaked in wine. Helps dull the pain." Or so she heard. Laytai's not big on children, so therefor, knows rather little.
Sirena smiles, recognizing the bronzerider from his previous position. Nodding to the others, she rocks the baby. "Sirena, and this is Tieran. Boy.." she answers, while the baby peeks at the others, sucking on his fingers. Wide blue eyes peer at the 'rider. "Papa?" he asks quietly.
Ajala strides cheerfully in from the Central Bowl.
G'deon actually... blushes a little. Just a bit, and you'd have to be looking to see it, but the tiny smile he shoots towards Laytai is a bit bemused. "Thank you, Laytai. That's the nicest thing anyone's said to me all month. Of course, Nyls will probably say I'm getting too big for my britches again and toss me in the lake now." He takes a bite of stew and ponders. "Too bad you can't do that to a dragon. He gets the funniest ideas about himself sometimes." And Gid is off to a fine ramble this afternoon. "Fort Weyr, huh? That's the one by Fort Hold." Oooh look, Gid plays smart. Of course, he /has/ to play at it. "How old is Tieran?"
Sadira giggles at G'deon's comment and hopes that no one notices her blushing.
Tiler arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Ajala yawns and blinks slowly as she enters the Caverns, rubbing the back of her hand across her eyes. Woah. People! She steps forward, pasting on a smile despite her splitting headache and waves cheerfully to all. "Hey TaiTai...Hey G'deon!" She beams, thoughts of magic dice running briefly through her head. Those she doesn't know are given a warm look and she prepares to introduce herself once she has obtained a nice glass of water. Need...cold liquid!
Sirena pulls the baby from her shoulder, settling him in her lap as his interest is piqued by the others. Smiling, she ruffles the boy's golden curls. "He's 21 months. About." Snuggling him, she smiles at Laytai. "He seems to like you." And to the rider she blushes, "He seems to think every rider is his papa." To the boy, she whispers. "Not papa, love."
Sadira yawns and nods to everyone as she makes her way towards the dorms.
Sadira steps into the shadows that lead back into the Weyr.
Marina walks in from the Central Bowl.
G'deon raises his juice cup to Ajala in an unspoken toast and grins before taking a sip, leaning back against the edge of the table now that his stew is in his belly. Gid waggles his fingers with a grin towards the little boy.
Laytai would blush, but if that type of thing would happen to Laytai and others would notice she would have to destroy all others. Err. Or not. "Ah..your welcome, G'deon." The messenger just blinks a moment, not to sure on how to respond. When at lose for words, do what comes best, change the subject! "'alo 'jala." She says, flicking her hand up and waving to her friend. A long sip is taken from her mug o'juice as she looks at Sirena, trying to comprehend what was just said. Practically choking, she coughs and gets air back into her lungs. "Like..me?" Eyes widen as Laytai stares at the youngling a confused expression sitting upon her face.
Marina shuffles into the caverns, waving happily as she finds something to nibble on. Seeing a few she knows, she makes her way over to the bench, flopping next to the girl with the child. Cooing at the little one, she holds out her arms while greeting the others. "Hey Laytai, G'deon."
Kwa walks in from the Central Bowl.
Ajala pours herself a nice, tall, chilly glass of water and takes a refreshing gulp before waving to Marina. The child catches her eye, and her face lights up as her wisteria-tinged orbs dance with delight. "Oh, I just adore little ones!" Okay, that was cheesy, but 'tis true! A hand is extended to the assumed mother before the guard recruit realizes that she /probably/ has her hands full! Shrugging, she just waves instead. "Hello! The name's Ajala. This precious one is yours, yes?"
Sirena smiles at her double, happily handing the child over. Nodding, she agrees. "He stopped crying..." reason enough. Beaming at Ajala, she waves her over. "Mmhmm. His name is Tieran. And another just like him, Tamrin. Care to borrow one?" The other of course is with the missing papa. Bad papa.
Appearing in the big archway leading to the quickly filling living caverns, Tiler smiles as he notices a couple of good friends and heads right to the cluster of people, A small hug is given to ajala and glance down is given to her glass "Mmm that looks good." he notes quickly pouring his own to find out. "Since theres a few of you here I don't know I'll go ahead and intoduce myself.. I'm Tiler."
G'deon begins to comment as a couple happy voices sound from the direction of the inner caverns, then two toddlers come shooting towards G'deon in a careless arm and leg wheeling sprint. "There you two are!" the rider calls happily to the children, kneeling to scoop them up into his arms, one on either side. The still newly-three-turn olds each cling to their daddy's shoulders as he tries to wave towards the others, settling for a nod. "I'd better get these two little ones to their mother. It was nice meeting you all." Then as one grubby hand helps to grab his riding jacket, G'deon heads out to the bowl.
Zorana walks in from the Central Bowl.
Kwa slowly wanders in, a little black haired darker skinned five turn old in tow. Pale eyes flicker 'round the room before Kwa smiles, turns around, scoops the girl up into her arms and nearly jumps out of Gid's way as he heads out. "Eeek. Watch it Gids." She squeaks and quickly wander towards a near by emptyish table.
Bundle up 'gainst snow or sun! The bowl is open to seasons' wrath.
[End of log]