1/7/2004
02:49 PM
Logfile from Sk'lar.
Main Living Cavern
Melodic laughter rings throughout the spacious cavern as
riders socialize with one another, boasting of adventures a-dragonback, and
gossiping about stodgy wingleaders and sordid affairs. Drudges rush past you,
their arms laden with dishes and mugs of Klah, desperate to relieve themselves
of their burden while pesky 'lizards inhibit their progress.
The light from the glows warmly illuminates the domed
cavern and shimmers off the walls as miniscule mineral particles reflect the
soft lighting like twinkling stars blanketed in a wintry gray sky. Numerous
tables lie scattered across the room, some large enough to hold a whole wing of
riders while others were made only for two.
Towards the back, a large hearth breathes soul soothing warmth into
weary bodies as its flames dance with hypnotic grace and puppet flickering
shadows across the spacious stone stage. Sultry, mouth-watering aromas float in
from a small archway that leads to the kitchens while chattering can be heard
emanating from a wide hallway.
Flopped atop various perches are Spanky and Kelp.
From here you can go:
Lower Caverns
Bowl
Infirmary
Kitchen
Gaming Room
Rh'nan has arrived.
Sweeps are done. Hold/weyr relations have been brushed up
on. All of the busy work of the day has been either accomplished or passed off
for Aida to deal with. That means that Sky can slip into the caverns for a
midday snack consisting of something sweet and fattening. Yum. Perched on a
chair, somewhere, with booted feet propped up on a chair opposite, he reclines,
thoroughly ruining his posture.
Maia enters from the kitchens, still chatting at one of
the cooks, "Just make sure it's right next time and that won't
happen.." Then she sends the girl
off with a roll of her eyes.
"Faranth, Emeril is in rare form today," she mutters before
coming upon Sk'lar. "I see your
busy today," she comments before sliding into a chair nearby.
Rh'nan shrugs of his jacket as he enters the living
caverns. He approaches Sk'lar's table,
casually tossing his jacket upon a seat before wandering off again to grab a
mug of klah. With his drink in hand, he
approaches the table again. "G'day
Sk'lar. G'day Maia." There's a salute tossed in with the greeting,
awkward due to the mug in his hand.
Sk'lar is very busy, consuming consumables. He licks some
frosting from his fingers, pointedly doing so, while watching Maia take a seat.
Lick. Lick. "Hn." It isn't until the past few turns that he has taken
to the noncommittal grunting, something of a necessity most weyrleaders adopt
-them and mated men. Accepting the salute with a flicker of a glance, he finally
finds his voice, "Blustery day. Perfect formations training weather, don't
you think?" Hint. Hint.
Well, as weyrleaders take to grunting, weyrwomen often
take to eye rolling and sighing, which Maia promptly illustrates in response to
the grunts. Then there comes a male who
actually still knows how to speak, and for him she offers a smile and nods,
"Good day, Rh'nan." She raises
a brow in Sk'lar's direction, "Blustery?
Is that what you would call it?
I'd just call it cold."
Rh'nan takes a long drink from his mug, raising an arm to
wipe his mouth on his sleeve. "I
suppose," he says vaguely, careful not to form any sort of response that
might incriminate him. "I was just
out there...I think the temperature is dropping, if anything. Need to get myself a good hat sometime
soon."
Sk'lar grins wryly. Heh, his machinations have conquered
once more. He gives Maia a sidling glance, along with one of those faintly smug
grins. "Talk to Hyn. He is the guy to see about hat advice." Hyn and
hats, synonimous. "Nothing like a good round of formations training to
warm up the blood. Yeah. I think that'll do the trick."
Maia catches the grin out of the corner of her eye and
can't help but let him have one right back.
He doesn't get under her skin that easily, or at least he doesn't stay
there very long. "Hyn, really? I've never noticed.." Hmm.
Hats. Again to the crazy
weyrleader the brows are furrowed, "You would leave this warm cavern and
it's pastries to go out and fly formations right now?"
Rh'nan leans back a bit in his seat, careful to keep both
feet on the floor. "I'll talk to
him if I see him. I'm not exactly up to date on the current hat
styles." Heck, Han isn't up on
/any/ styles. He sounds a bit worried as
he says, "You really think right now is the best time to fly
formations? You look so
comfortable..." See, if he can convince Sk'lar to stay in one place, they
should be all set.
Sk'lar eyeballs Maia. "You never noticed? I've
always wondered what is under that hat of his. I expect he's as bald as a
baby's arse up there.... Or I suppose a weaver. Or.. whatever." Shrug.
Hats aren't his thing, but helmets are useful. "Perfect time,
Rh'han...." Wait. Yeah, that'd mean he would have to get up. So, he eyes
the bronzer with a smirk. The young man has a point, grudgingly admitted (if
only to himself). "Very comfortable, which means..." Wait for it.
Wait for it. "... means you're the perfect person to lead the wing in
doing some." Yeah. That works.
Maia shakes her head, "Nope, never noticed. I suppose I should pay more attention,
huh?" She snags a glass of juice
from a nearby tray and takes a sip thoughtfully. "You think he's bald, really?" She's all about Hyn's hat and his head that
lives underneath them now. Oh, yah, wait
the cold. "Oh, Sk'lar, that's
just.. well, it's just mean, sending him out in the cold when you don't even
want to go yourself."
Rh'nan's mouth opens for a protest. See, he's relaxing too, and doesn't exactly
relish the idea of flying formations in the cold. "I think I saw some folks heading for
the baths..." He says vaguely, gesturing in that direction. "It'll take them a while to get
ready." So therefore he can't
/possibly/ go out and lead the wing right now.
Sk'lar doesn't openly smirk at Maia, but instead lolls his
hed in her direction, peering at her with a pair of upraised eyebrows,
"/I/ have busy work up to my chin in the office that needs to be delt
with." Convenintly remembered at a convenient time. Funny how things work
like that. "Oh, well... then you'll just have to round them up,
rider." Smirk. Are any of those aged riders going to listen at all to a
newbie asking them to go out in the cold? Not a bit.
Maia stifles a laugh, "It's very rare that you're up
to any part of your body in work, much less your chin..." Always conveniently remembered, even when
he's probably got Aida doing it all. She
starts to protest again about the mission he's trying to get Rh'nan to do for him,
but decides it's probably best not to get in the middle of this one. Sk'lar might get mad at her, yah, that's it.
Rh'nan sighs, and glances towards the exit. "Karth'll try to round them up...but I
don't think they'll listen to me. I'm
rather new, y'know." His protests
are rather weak at this point. His
tactics seem to have switched towards delaying the event rather than preventing
it. "I'll just wait here until
Karth tells me /anyone/ is coming."
Which is very doubtful.
Sk'lar's gaze flickers away. Must find a way out of a
predicament of his own making, and skill make the minion take the blame for it.
What ever should he do? *ting* His eyes garner this rather sly look to them,
and then the man shifts his glance back to Rh'nan, his grin pure Cheshire.
"Oh, I can fix that. Easy. Tell them the new Wingsecond orders them
to." Hah! Fixed.
Maia's eyes widen, and she whispers a small,
"Oh." That's all she's
saying. Back to her juice.
Rh'nan eyes Sk'lar uneasily, not fully comfortable with
the idea of the Weyrleader being sly. It
can't bode well for him. "Tell them
the new Wingsecond says so?" He
frowns. "Well who's
that?" There's a pause, then he
turns a little pink at his denseness.
"Oh. You mean me?" He flinches.
Karth can be unreasonably loud when he's exulting in new honors.
Sk'lar nudges Maia for amusement's sake, and then turns
back to Rh'nan. "Yeah, you. With me being... well, you know. And Aida
being who she is, we need someone to keep an eye on the wing, and make sure all
is running smoothly when the business of the Weyr is being demanding. So, yeah.
You." Beat. "That and ol' Cr'tchety has been hinting and retirement
to the South."
hinting /at/ retirement...
Maia has to just laugh out loud now, "Can't you just
ask him to be wingsecond? Must you
always make everything so complicated?"
Of course she knows the answers to both questions before she's even
asked. She just shakes her head, and
looks at Rh'nan, "I'm sorry our Weyrleader feels like he must manipulate
situations for his amusement."
She'd never admit to being amused herself.
Rh'nan still looks a bit perplexed, but he's not one to
turn down such a promotion. Especially
when Karthanasiuth has already alerted half the wing. "Well, then, thank you, sir." Maia recieves a grin and a soft chuckle for
her words. "S'alright. I'm getting used to it by now." Sort of.
Sk'lar huffs. "I get my amusement where I'm most apt
to find it," he protests, not really clearing himself, not that he much
cares either though. A hand gestures to Rh'nan, "And he is perfect
foder." There are a few of those in the weyr. Ni'shen coming immediately
to mind. E'ur too. Carid. And a few others. And at Rh'nan's words, he breaks
out into a bright grin. "And see... he is getting used to it. It's all
good."
Maia leans back in her chair and crosses her legs,
"I hope I rub off on Mikal more than you do." The last thing the Weyr needs is another
Sk'lar running around terrorizing everyone.
And then she adds on, "Tarlin is a good woman." She smiles at Rh'nan, "Just take
everything he says with a grain of salt, and if you think it's odd just ask
Aida or myself to clarify."
Rh'nan has to be classified as a bit better than Ni'shen,
really. Han is a respectable boy, after
all. "Glad to see I'm thought so
highly of," he says, a wry grin on his face. "Before long I won't even notice
it." He glances towards Maia again
with an appreciative smile. "Thank
you. I'm sure I'll be paying one of you
a visit before long."
Sk'lar arches an eyebrow at Maia. Just one. "Odd? I
don't make /odd/ orders. You must have me confused with E'ur, although how, I
have no idea." He shakes his head from side to side, and then finally
rouses himself to stand. Moving as if to
clap Rh'nan on the shoulder, he turns towards the tunnel to the lower caverns.
"Remember, Rh'nan. Formations training practice. I'll have Kahlen tell
your dragons for you to come by the office later and we'll figure out your
duties." And with that, he heads out.
Maia just laughs, "Yes, odd." She stands, "I need to go check on Mikal
and track down Eulinda." She grins
at Rh'nan, "Congratulations again, and my door is always open." And she follows the Weyrleader out.
Rh'nan sighs as he's reminded once more of that formations practice. "Right. I'll head out." He chugs down the last bit of klah, grabs up his jacket, and heads out towards the bowl again. Nothing like formations in freezing weather.