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.