==== September 21st, 2013
==== Kapia, Kultir, Safra (cameo)
==== Chit chat in the library. SSSSHHHHHH!! :D (OOC: Kapia's first log! Welcome to Southern!)

Who Kapia, Kultir, Safra (cameo)
What Chit chat in the library. SHHHH!! :D (OOC: Kapia's first log! Welcome to Southern!)
When Afternoon
Where Southern Weyr


There's a skybroom tree in here. It's surprising. There is also a stage, and this room has been cleaned and tidied; it's an interesting space to be sure.

Kapia is hiding, crouched back behind the archive's tree. She shifts to lean against it, looking towards the stage and the candidate upon it, smiling sheepishly. "You're a candidate?" She looks at the piles of white fabric. "… I guess I should've figured that out…"

Safra is reading quietly in the Library, a moment of repose and quiet amidst the grueling life of weyrlinghood. Her eyes are shadowed, but there is an air of contentment about her.

Kultir laughs softly and nods. "Aye … I be a Candidate." he says as it finally hits her. "Name be Kultir. Who are you?" He takes another sip of his klah and turns slightly toward her so that he doesn't get a crick in his neck just so he can look at her. He probably doesn't even notice that Safra was reading in whatever corner she's lurking in, he's been a bit distracted today.

"Kapia." The girl hiding behind the tree answers, still smiling a little nervously. "Nice to meet you, Kultir. Are you a local, or did they pick you up from somewhere else?" She glances at the lurking reader, a little curious.

Kultir grins at the girl and nods his greeting. "Well met, Kapia." he says. He ponders how to answer that question and then sighs softly. "I guess ye'd call me local bu' … I only come here three … maybe four moons back. Fr'm Keroon." As if that wasn't obvious from his boony-boy accent that he hasn't lost. Then again, it's possible it's been muddled from all the other places he's been in the past few Turns.

"Oh, Keroon!" That seems to brighten Kapia's smile a little. "I've been there before… m'family is all traders, we've traveled all over. It's a lovely place!" Her enthusiasm is not condusive to hiding quietly. Or being in a library at all.

Kultir laughs and shrugs. "I suppose it's okay." he says, not at all sorry to see the last of his home … where he lived till he was 13 Turns at least. His eyebrow raises at the other information she gives and smiles. "Traders, eh? I worked wi' some Traders back b'fore I come here … travelled with 'em and worked f'r 'em. Mostly nice folks …" He doesn't mention all the problems he'd had though for the most part, he'd enjoyed his travels.

"… I guess places like that can look different to a visitor than to someone who lives there." Kapia admits, smile turning sheepish again. "I'd like to think we're mostly nice folks. I mean, it's a lot of work, but we have to get good at meeting a lot of different people and getting along with them… though I always liked weryfolk best."

Kultir chuckles softly at her chatter and shrugs a shoulder. "Ye could be right." he says, sipping his klah once more. He listens to the different tasks she lists that Traders do and nods. "Aye … Trader's do have a bunch t' do just t' keep movin'. I be glad t' hear ye like weyrfolk then …" He can count himself as weyrfolk, right? He's lived here long enough for that, hasn't he? Sure, why not?

"It can be exciting. Going to different places, going to meet different people…" Kapia sighs heavily. "… But it can get so exhausting too! I mean, always on the road. And all the chores, the loading and unloading…" She shakes her head. "Sorry, I shouldn't complain!"

Kultir laughs softly as he pushes to his feet, shaking his head. "Well … you may be able to skive on chores but …" he says with a shrug. "I can't and I must get back to mine. Enjoy your day." He gathers up his robe and heads out the door with a backward wave.

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