==== January 29, 2014
==== K'vvan, Ivy
==== Ivy seems to think sitting nearby K'vvan is a good idea and K'vvan dissuades her of that opinion.

Who K'vvan, Ivy
What Ivy seems to think sitting nearby K'vvan is a good idea and K'vvan dissuades her of that opinion.
When There are 0 turns, 1 month and 3 days until the 12th pass.
Where Living Caverns

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Living Caverns
Dim light from hanging glow-globes cannot fully camouflage the ravages of time and neglect on Igen's busy living caverns, though hints of its former glory peek through in the decorative cuts to the cave's natural limestone and the high quality of dusty, tatty-ended tapestries. Here and there, skybroom tables — stained dark by wood finish and a decade of grime — sit in loose groups, flanked by wicker chairs with pointy, broken rattan that pokes out to invariably find unprotected skin. The seemingly randomly placed furniture, however, at closer inspection, forms a sort of cross-shape of negative space. At the northernmost walls and nooks of the caverns, a long buffet table with tarnished lazy susans hosts an array of finger-foods and pitchers for the interested, refilled occasionally by drudges that shuffle in from the curtained entrance to the south, beyond which lies the kitchens. To the east is a large arch leading outside and, across from that, to the west, a set of rattling doors that open to reveal the tunnels and stairs of the inner caverns themselves.


This particular room has been avoided except for brief pit spots for necessity's sake, but not tonight. Tonight it seems like K'vvan might stay for a while. The table before him is spread thick with documents from Arroyo's drills and he looks like has been studying hard for the last while; completly ignoring the world around him as he does so. A full plate of food, now stone cold, sits at one elbow. A cup of Klah, steaming, rests in his hand and makes frequent stops to his mouth.

Ivy often finds the crowds in the living caverns a bit much herself, but sometimes there is simply no help for it. She slips into the caverns in standard uniform (not an ugly pink bathing suit) but with a towel over her shoulders; the long wet locks clinging down her back seem indicative of a recent bath. As she makes her way to the klah, a number of the cavern's inhabitants get salutes whther they merit them or not; Ivy errs on the safe side. Others' avoidance of K'vvan's personal space make it a good place for Ivy to sit with her drink if she dares the prickles, so she takes a seat at his table, though not too close to the greenrider himself.

Almost like a second sense K'vvan notices someone pushing into the bubble he has built around himself. Eyes flicker upwards from the hides before him to settle on the female weyrling sitting closer than anyone else. "What are you doing?" The space between them is measured as if the Weyrling's sitting is a personal affront.

Come now, there's acres of space. To be honest, Ivy's surprised to be noticed. But hey, if he's feeling so chatty! "Sitting. With my klah." Her hands span the mug as though to prove that the klah is indeed there. Gray eyes flick to the pile of drill documents. "What are you doing?"

K'vvan looks left, then right, his eyes taking in the empty space… and then the weyrling IN what was once empty space. "Go sit somewhere else." He doesn't answer her second question, and instead reaches out to gather in some of those documents to himself. Not yours.

"There's people everywhere else," Ivy points out, curling one hand around her mug stiffly and turning to eye the dinnertime crowds starting to filter in. Turning back, she watches K'vvan squirrel his documents away and adds, "Don't worry, I'm not going to look at your stuff."

"Everwhere else." As in not there where Ivy has placed herself, and K'vvan looks pointedly at all the empty space around him again. "It isn't any of your business, so you had better not be looking," K'vvan snaps at the Weyrling again as he pushes the last document out of Ivy's direct vision-area. "Go away."

Ivy remembers K'vvan being /helpful/ once, or trying to be, which makes her a little less afraid of him than he would probably prefer. And she's tired, and a little bit chilly from taxi-ing folks about, and is really uninclined to listen. "I'll just stay until this is finished," she promises, and then as all the documents are rearranged, adds dryly and perhaps without entirely meaning to, "I couldn't look at 'em even if I wanted to."

K'vvan totally wasn't ever helpful; so this sudden invasion of his rather perceived privacy is disconcerting and confusing at its best. Annoying and anger-bringing at its worst. "What do they not teach weyrlings how to read any more?" His voice is a knife cutting at Ivy, perhaps if he is unpleasant enough she will actually go. The only problem with having his documents all gathered together is now he cannot read them as he had fully intended on doing while sitting in this public space. With rather more shuffling than is strictly necessary K'vvan shuffles through the hides and begins to read again. His spine is straight though, he can tell the weyrling is close.

Ivy must have impressive stage presence; the physical space she takes up is really rather minimal. Perhaps it's a symptom of growing up with brothers that makes her perversely want to stay where she is the more K'vvan obviously tries to get rid of her. Her outward attitude through the whole ordeal is mainly just weary though, except for the remark about teaching weyrlings to read, which seems to cause a bristle and then a thorough examination of the depths of her klah mug.

Or something has K'vvan set on Extra Twitchy tonight. As the weyrling doesn't respond he flicks his eyes annoyed from hides to her presence and back again. "I'll take your silence as agreement. Sienna wouldn't let you get this far without learning, so that stupid O'ell must be the reason why you're ignorant."

Or both! "I'm not ignorant," Ivy shoots back with a litte grey-green glare at K'vvan, finally starting to look a bit less complacent in her choice of seating, though it still seems stupid to resettle just to drink half a mug of klah.

"You sure look it." K'vvan shoots back, just missing the glare from the weyrling as his eyes are pretending to read the document before him. "Are all the other weyrlings this time around as stupid as you?"

If K'vvan is playing attention, and he probably isn't, he would see the instinct to be recalcitrant in the face of meanness warring with the increasing desire to just get the hell out of the place. The latter wins out and she shoves back from the table with some force, bright angry spots over each cheekbone, whirling on a booted heel without another word and stalking out of the cavern. The departure upsets her klah mug, which she makes no move to right, and the contents, of which she only had a couple of sips, spreads its way across the table.

"Sharding woman!" K'vvan has to scramble to pull his papers out of the way of the sudden FLOOD of klah. But there is a slight smile on his face as Ivy is now gone, and he can get back to his pile of isolation. Hopefully no one he cannot afford to offend shows up tonight. Anyway. K'vvan scoots away from the spreading Klah, throwing a napkin to stop the spread before going back to reading.

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