==== February 4, 2014
==== K'vvan, Ada
==== The scarves are in, and K'vvan plays delivery boy and fashion adviser to Ada.

Who K'vvan, Ada
What The scarves are in, and K'vvan plays delivery boy and fashion adviser to Ada.
When There are 0 turns, 0 months and 15 days until the 12th pass.
Where North Bowl

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North Bowl
In the quieter spaces of the Northern Bowl, there is less activity; all is kept serene for young, forming draconic bonds. Beneath the sweep of skies' ever-changing colors, this round little panorama hosts the short distances between the Hatching Cavern and the weyrlings' ultimate destination: the barracks and training grounds. More packed dirt and tiny little hillocks than clean white sand, the floor is an uneven thing, a startling trap for the unwary and the clumsy. Further onward, the Ground Weyrs beckon, a haven for those who may seek medical attention.
It is the fifteenth day of Winter and 50 degrees. Overnight, the temperatures plummet to a reasonable heat. Sand coats everything.

The days for when Thread is to begin tick slowly by, even as Igen's temperatures cool slowly. The day is a perfect mixture of heat and temperature- reminding people why they do live in Igen in the first place. One person seems to have forgotten that beautiful days before doom and gloom are suppose to be spent happily. K'vvan works his way across the North Bowl, kicking out-of-place stones to the side as he goes. Once in a while he will look skyward, shading his eyes with a hand as if searching for something.

From above a green figure swoops in circles, around and around, slowly wheeling it's way down towards the north bowl before backwinging in for a landing. From atop the green Ada makes quick work of dismounting and giving the green a loving thump before she turns around and, upon spotting K'vvan quirks a brow. "You coulda picked any other bowl, Fi, and you pick /this/ one," she mutters grumbling slightly, though fairly quietly.

If K'vvan had a mark for every time someone wanted to avoid him, Nadeeth would have all the pretty things she could ever want. As Ada and her lifemate settle K'vvan's eyes follow the descent. Whatever pathway he had been following veers abruptly and he makes for the pair. "Ada. A word." Even his voice sounds grumpy as he calls out.

Ada rolls her eyes at her green, the look on her face evidence that that two are having a conversation, in which Ada is scolding Fionabhairth for her choice in landing locations. "Wingsecond K'vvan, of course," she gives as she turns around to face her superior. "Whatever can I do for you?" There is no sarcasm in that, nope, none at all.

Ada's flippant greeting isn't lost, but K'vvan doesn't bother to do anything about it. Instead he pulls a bag from where it hung upon his shoulder. The button is undone and flipped open so K'vvan can stick his hand inside and pull out what he is reaching for. Exiting the bag in K'vvan's grip is a square of blue cloth that he shoves at Ada, his eyes looking away as if embarrassed to be handing this to her. "Take this."

Ada unwillingly takes the bit of cloth, seeing as it was shoved at her, and it was either that or let it hit the dirt, and she suspects the latter is not something that would go over terribly well. "Why and what exactly is it?" she enquires, brow still quirked, maybe it's a permanent thing? "I'm not throwing in the towel, and it's the wrong colour…"

"Ha. Ha." K'vvan's face doesn't even change a bit from his scowl as he pretends to laugh at her pun. "It's a scarf. You're suppose to wear it all the time, especially when we are in drills." Closing the bag seems to be taking more of his attention then it really should as he fumbles with the button to close in on what appear to be other lengths of the soft blue cloth. "Unroll it and you'll see the Arroyo patch."

Ada sighs and rolls her eyes, again. "All the time? You're kidding? Drills, fine, Fall, fine. I am not including it as part of my regular, everyday wardrobe," she states, quite simply. At least she's not arguing about wearing it when doing wing activities, that's a good thing…

K'vvan's scowl deepens. "Look. I'm wearing the stupid thing, so you are too. When you're out in public. If I had my way they would be black and easier to match with s*it." K'vvan slings the back back onto his shoulder and hikes it up slightly higher. This only accentuates his slightly hunched over appearance. "The weaver said it should be fine to double as a face protector against the sandstorms." As if to prove his point K'vvan pulls a similar scarf from where it hangs from his back pocket and ties it around his face. "Like this."

Ada eyes. "Well you're the sharding wingsecond, talk to Trek and make it so we don't have to wear the sharding things ALL the time. Cause unless it's on official wing business…" with this she stuff the scarf into a pocket, though it's too big for said pocket so it sticks out. "And at least black would go with everything," she mutters, actually /agreeing/ with K'v on something.

K'vvan blinks as he catches Ada's mutter, some of his scowl fading. "If I could make Trek do anything then we wouldn't be wearing the stupid things at all. Next thing you know we'll be wearing them over one eye and saying some ridiculous catch phrase like "arrr" or whatever." Whatever chatty-cathy has caught K'vvan's tongue is swiftly nipped as he shoves his own scarf into the pocket, leaving out only the edge with the Arroyo patch upon it to peek out and wink at the rest of the world. "Just make sure you have it with you. All the time."

Ada smirks. "I see you love it as much as I do. Maybe /I'll/ talk to Trek and see if some sense can't be talked into her," the greener declares as she follows K'vvan's lead and shifts the scarf in her pocket just so, that way the Arroyo patch is visible, just barely. Because knotes and badges and whatever they already wear isn't enough to identify them as members of their wing. "Arrr? Seriously, just a shortened extended version of the wing name, Faranth help us if that happens, and wearing one over one eye would severley decrease our depth perception, we'd be completley reliant on our dragons to know where to go…" she really needs to shut up now.

"Whatever. You do that. Maybe a female can talk some sense into her." K'vvan shifts the bag on his shoulder, still uncomfortable with this conversation. A thought occurs to him which makes the scowl reappear suddenly. "The weaver said it should look good around your neck. Or as a belt. Or… whatever. So if you need to. You can."

Ada hmphs slightly. "I will, I'll make sure I don't tell you if we get the okay to not wear it all the time," she states, with a wink, she might actually be /joking/ here, with K'vvan no less, what the Faranth?? "Yeah, if I /have/ to I'll wear it around my neck, why don't you do the same…" that way when people get really annoyed with him, they can grab the scarf and pull hard.

K'vvan eyes Ada, like he heard the unspoken part of that comment. One last time that bag is hitched into firm place as he moves around Ada and Fi. "I don't sharding care how you wear it. Just passing on what the weaver said." And he's trudging his way along looking skyward once or twice again to see if another Arroyo might descend to have a scarf stuffed upon.

Ada huffs slightly before turning and eyeing Fiona. "Really, really? Oh yes, I know Nadeeth is nice and wonderful, I don't know how she ended up picking K'vvan, but who knows why dragons do what they do…" she mutters, in a practical ranting mode now. Stupid annoying K'vv can just go stuff it.

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