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====July 18, 2013
====Hannah, Lendai, Nathanael, Yulena
====Talicanitath takes to the sands, laying an impressive clutch while Hannah and Lendai deal with many things, though namely: Q'fex and Yulena.

Who Hannah, Lendai, Nathanael, Yulena
What Talicanitath takes to the sands, laying an impressive clutch while Hannah and Lendai deal with many things, though namely: Q'fex and Yulena.
When There is 1 turn 8 months and 18 days until the 12th pass.
Where Sands, Galleries, Southern Weyr

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Hatching Sands
The Sands are surprisingly soft to the feet and to the eyes: rich grains of gold commingle with the ground basalt-black that mark the shores of Azov's Sea. The whorls of lighter color pattern into the sands, larger-grained and often settling at the top, as golden driftwood against dark shores. … but the moaning from above sounds like the chorus of the damned, lessening the natural beauty here below.
Type 'help here' for info on how to set/use the sands.
Lendai is here.
Obvious exits:
Archway


-- On Pern --
It is midmorning
It is 8:31 AM where you are.
There is 1 turn 8 months and 18 days until the 12th pass.
It is Autumn and 76 degrees. It is a bright, sunny day.




Already seven eggs lay amongst the black hatching ground sands. Each one more perfect and whole than the last and Talicanitath has barely even made a dent in her large form as she moves about the grounds digging shallow holes before preparing herself to let another egg drop free. In the moments, whether short or long, between each egg joining the world, the queen rests and catches her breath. This? This is going to be an all day event here. She has barely even gotten started. Lendai was up the moment her gold moved onto the Sands, alerting the Weyr to the first clutch to grace Southern's presence for the first time in many, many turns. As the Weyrwoman walks around each egg laid, she inspects them closely. Turns of experience guide her eyes to ensure the health and hardiness of every single one. So far, there is a smile on the woman's face. She's pleased with the overall size of the clutch so fair laid. "You are doing wonderful, Talicanitath. I can tell already, this will be a very, very healthy clutch." Her eyes zip over towards the galleries, her attention scanning the benches as people come and go to see the slow going process of laying eggs. Not nearly as interesting as it could be.

Not heading to the galleries like everyone else, Hannah picks her way across the sands as she carefully drags a chair, awkward given it's size and her size, but still she does it. Dhiammarath has made her way to the dragon ledges to watch, a soft croon and wafting a blanket of tranquility towards her fellow gold in encouragement. "Lendai," the younger goldrider's voice is subdued, a quiet hush that seems inspired by this haunting place as well as respect for Talicanitath's laborous duty. "I brought a chair for you." Sands-sitting is one of the time honored traditions, and the heat of the sands here is no less than anywhere else. "It's going to be a good one," she comments, tone quiet and slightly out of breath as the junior drops the chair onto the soft black-and-white sands of the cavern.

Talicanitath lets another egg free, bringing the count up to eight. Now, she rests for a bit, not feeling that urge to prep and drop just yet. Her form drops around her slowly growing clutch and closes her lids to catch her breath. Lendai walks over and settles a hand on the sleeping dragon's muzzle, giving a loving scratch to her hard working beast. Her name on a hushed voice has the goldrider turning, any ire of another being daring to be on the hatching sands erasing almost immediately at seeing it is Hannah. Smiling at the younger goldrider, Lendai moves over to help maneuver the chair into the best position. "Thank you, Hannah! That is much appreciated. I suspect we'll be out here a while. She's still as large as ever." Her head shakes back and forth, a gleeful grin plasturing itself all over her face. "I think you are right. Talicanitath's clutches have always been on the bigger side, though always still interval clutches. It might be wrong but… I'm excited to see what she can do as a soon-to-be Pass gold, you know? This might be her largest clutch ever." And doesn't that just get the Senior's blood thrumming with excitement. Thread is a menace, but it's a dragonrider's destiny to meet it. "Dhiammarath has always been a Pass queen, right? What was her largest clutch to date?"

A soft smile touches on the younger goldrider's lips as Lendai has her moment with the laboring gold. "Oh, you're welcome. I know how I am when Dhiammarath is on the sands. I don't want to be off of it, so I brought a chair. I'm having someone bring lunch later," a round-about-saying to not eat the next person to come onto the sands, especially if they have food. "Dhiammarath was born in a pass, yes. She's always been… a pass. But her clutches were not nearly as large as some of the others because of the dragon plague that nearly killed her. They were slowly getting bigger," the pinched cast to her features shows some of the latent worry of her dragon's physical health, "so her biggest was very nearly 30. Twenty-eight or so, before we jumped forward." Cleverly, one of the very few items she brought back with her from the past-past is a pair of platform-type shoes. It makes it awkward for the goldrider to walk, but it gives her height and puts further distance from the hot sands and the tender souls of her feet. "The red star…" The woman's tone is quiet, indulging in philosophy. "… it's like they can feel it. Dhiammarath is uneasy in the early morning hours. Is Tali? That might explain the obvious weight of a large clutch."

"Those were close to Talicanitath's numbers too, usually she would hit in the low twenties, at best. At worse the middle teens." Which are still number to be proud of for a dragon of the internal. "Rhaeyn's gold would always throw much larger clutches as well, I always wondered if it was something coded in senior dragons that almost forced them to have more eggs. Just a theory though." Lendai's head tilts to the side, gazing at Talicanitath for a few quiet moments. The dragon barely moves, minus some laborious breaths. "Talicanitath must take after her howevermany greats grandmother." A quirky grin is shipped towards Hannah, Lendai's eyebrows waggling with good humor. It doesn't last long though, as other worries seem to drain on the goldrider. "I've yet to speak to Q'fex since…" One hand is waved. "Y'know. I'm going to need to apologize, much as my pride wishes me not to. I hate that man, hate him but…" A sigh is torn from her throat. "Southern Weyr needs a strong, capable Weyrleader pair now more than ever." It burns for her to admit this. BURNS.

"Talicanitath definitely has her great-great-whatever-grandam in her," Hannah's returning smile is quick, erasing the shades of lingering worry and doubt as the goldrider absently digs her strange looking shoe into the soft, gentle sands of the hatching grounds. "My theory," prefaced as such, the junior's voice holds the caution of a caveat: her theory may very well be off the mark, "is that the size of the clutch is dependant on the need of the weyr. Quarith, Dhiammarath's dam, laid some good sized clutches as well, but especially after the plague. It might have been," now green eyes find Lendai, brow puckered in thought, "that Rhaeyn's gold was more responding to subtle undertones of the residents. I think that everyone and everything is interconnected." A moment's silence, then a shrug. As for Q'fex, a distant look comes to the junior's features, the shadow of hatred previously held for Q'fex is gone. In its place is resignation. "Our weyr needs strong leaders… " Husky tones drift into silence, though the thought not yet complete, only to finish a moment later with: "I just wish he hated women less." This statement is confided, almost in sadness.

"Me too, me too." Lendai sighs softly, shoulders mimicking Hannah's movement and shrugging. "I was desperately for us to get along, to at least show a united front, even if he hates me in private." For at this moment, she can say she truly hates him in private and in public. "I don't even know how to go about apologizing. Do I send him a note? Do I tell him face to face? Usually I'd just sleep with a guy to say I'm sorry that way," Win-win for all involved! "But I suspect that would only make matters worse in this Pern." Apparently having a healthy sex drive is frowned down on any woman not handfasted or weyrmated. "I'll go along with his wing games, do as much as I can seeing as how Talicanitath is now sands bound." Speaking of, the gold finally rouses, moving away from her growing clutch to deposit another egg, though not without a good amount of grunting. "And as much as I hate to say it. It wouldn't hurt for you, me, and Bailey to sit down with Q'fex for," Twitch. "Lessons. On what is expected of women in this turn. It will help immensely for future diplomatic missions. We'll need tithes sooner rather than later."

Hannah and Lendai are down on the sands, a chair situated off to the side. The junior weyrwoman stands on stranges shoes — thick, wood platform soles that help keep tender feet further off the sands — close to Lendai, though their voices are hardly hushed. The sands are quiet but for the eery moan that comes when the wind blows through the caverns above. Talicanitath's progress is monitored but Hannah's attention is on the senior Weyrwoman. "I think whatever we used to do will not work with the males of this time," the young woman's statement is quietly said, though not without a touch of bitterness creeping into husky tone. "Who seem to have more of an upper hand than I thought. I don't know if I would have… jumped forward if I had known. If Lanti had known." The reply is raw, deeply honest, and comes at the price of the relaxed stance the goldrider was once holding. "I think it's time to observe, Lendai," she turns to the senior, green eyes troubled, "rather than ask to be taught. Observe how the women of this time act. Asking to be taught puts us further at a disadvantage." Wrapping her arms around her middle, she adds quietly, "As far as apologizing… apologize for causing a scene in front of weyrfolk. Leave it at that. Confound him with a change in attitude instead."
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Galleries
Stone benches rise, black and showing the lack of polish from a thousand seats — by the look of it, these have not been used in… forever, if ever indeed.
Type 'help here' for info on how to view objects on the sands.
On the perch are Fiwa and Ogg.
Nathanael is here.
Obvious exits:
Ledges Stairs


From the galleries, Yulena looks around for anyone else in the stands, only to find there are clumps of people, milling about. She eyes down on the sands and freezes; Oh no, they're both down there… But what else could she have expected? Trying to blend in to the crowd, Yulena makes her way to the very very back and scrunches down, hoping she and her little lunch of meatrolls and salad will not be noticed way back there. Hey look, food, innocent little food up here…



Confounding? Lendai can do that. She can do that quite well. "I like that idea. I'll change my mood around him, I'll be nice and polite, and not the fake crap I pull." The sugary-sweet fakeness will be absent for once. "Isn't there an old saying, 'kill them with kindness'? Maybe if we show him our worth as goldriders, we'll gain a bit of respect. It's just such a bloody shocking change. I'm used to being shown a bit more instant respect from just the color of Talicanitath's hide. Though while she still gets that level, I feel as low as a drudge in these men's eyes." Not a good feeling for a woman from 400 turns in the past. "Okay. Yes. Let's observe, let's be polite. Put some of those diplomacy lessons that have been pounded into our brains into use." Renewed with a sense of purpose, Lendai will allow a small smile to appear once again. "Now I'll just need to get the courage to seek that jackass out and say I'm sorry. I suspect he'll be around eventually, celebrating the clutch." Her eyes scan up in the galleries, moving from distant face to distant face, hoping and yet dreading to see her Weyrleader's handsome visage. Of course, he's not there, though another face does get her attention, causing the woman's eyes to narrow. Dun, dun, duuuuuun.

"Me too. I never reveled in the respect given to me because of Dhiammarath, but I realize now that some part of me must expect it." Hannah's tone is quiet, only bits and pieces of her words drifting up to the galleries where Yulena tries to hide like a fish of the wrong type in a school of nameless fish. "It's hard to be reviled and hard not to be…" A helpless shrug as the junior is genuinely torn, arms still wrapped around her middle. "I've fought Thread, and even that doesn't matter." The underlying plea in husky tone holds an undercurrent of questioning her worth. "I hope," she whispers, "that when Dhiammarath takes to the skies, that Kraakenaeth doesn't catch." While Lendai is slowly zeroing in on her quarry, the goldrider suggest, "You could choose to do it truly diplomatically, and send him a note, though, he may see it as a sign of weakness." Her voice drops to a true whisper, taking wobbling steps to bring her closer to Lendai, at least with her weird shoes, she's almost the other woman's height: "No matter what stance Q'fex may take, his tenure is always, by nature, tenuous at best. Talicanitath can always choose another when she flies next." Two turns is still long, but in the shadow of a lifetime? It's but a drop in the proverbial bucket; its something the junior's tone conveys.

From the galleries, Yulena is just quietly eating her food, nom nom nom… she's actually doing her very best to become part of the wall. Well, a hungry part, that is. A group moves to sit next to her, and Yulena tries to blend in. Engage evasive maneuvres! Meatrolls finished, Yulena picks up her fork, trying to cover most of the handle with her hand, in case it flashes in the light. Nope, no cooks here! She's not listening, or looking… except to check if the Weyrwomen have moved from their position at all. Oh no. She's been spotted. If she could do a Carrie Underwood, Yulena totally would, but since there are only other people to hide behind, she tries to shimmy behind the group of people now looking at her strangely. Nothing to see here, go about your business…

From the galleries, "Hey!" The unfortunate person who serves as Yulena's cover makes protestation noises as he flails his arms about. "Did you just grope my bum?" Whether it was Yulena or another member of his little group that was previously engaged in betting on the freshly laid eggs is entirely in debate. However, the plump man's pink cheek'd glare hits the cook square on.

From the galleries, The last few times Yulena got the attention of anyone who had a triple-loop knot, it ended very badly for her, so she's already murmuring platitudes, "No, sir, I'm sorry, I won't sit so close…" The hand clenching around her fork is the only indication of her unhappiness as she shuffles away. Mayhaps the stress of recent days is getting to her, but Yulena's still got some self-preservation because she stands and begins to make her way through the crowd to the exit, but is delayed by the bottleneck of people leaving the caverns. You don't make friends with salad, anyway.



"Crackdust, it seems no matter what avenue I take, I'm going to be screwed. Try it diplomatically, and he'll think I'm weak for not doing to it face to face. Go to him face to face and he'll probably think I'm insulting him by just being in his damned presence!" Lendai kicks irritatedly at the sands, sending some granules flying. Talicanitath ignores the two riders as they discuss, quite content to lay another egg or two on the hatching sands. That will bring the number up to eleven and still she has a ways to go. "Let's hope to Faranth that Talicanitath does allow a different bronze," Never a brown, "to catch. She admits to beginning to fancy Kraakenaeth some. Even though she states he smells of brine and seaweed. He is appropriately doting on here, which she reveals in." Eyes are rolled and the gold dragon in question swings her muzzle around to snort some sweet breath at her rider. A woman deserves to be pampered, most of all herself. "Shells, I hope for your sake your gold outflies him. Surely, surely a gold as large as Dhiammarath can outfly a Nowtimer bronze." Talicanitath was not able to, but seriously. Dhiammarath is HUGE. A finger points out at Yulena suddenly, Lendai's demanor turning even more irate. "That girl, the cook, Yulena. See her there? She is due a punishment for sassing to her superiors when it was not asked for." Pro tip: it is never asked for when it comes to Lendai. "I need a suitable punishment, anything you suggest?"

"Surely," Hannah grasps on this expectation of her gold with an almost panicked need for self-reassurance. The idea of Q'fex being her dragon's future clutchmate is scary. "Once the eggs are hatched and life returns to normal, Talicanitath will slowly forget," thank Faranth for their short memories, "about his doting. And if you inundate her with your desires not to see him… catch… again…" Her words falter, but the expression the younger woman is giving her senior is rife with unstated ideas, cloaked in desperation. Attention is turned from Q'fex, the junior watching Yulena get clogged in the bottleneck of lookie-loos and her lips press together. Surprisingly, however, the junior murmurs, "Be easy on her. We were none of us on our best behavior. Perhaps, her 'punishment' should be in making sure you get your meals on time, out here on the sands." Here, too, lies the unstated potential of that scenario, especially were Yulena ever, ah, late. "And delicacies. It makes the heat bearable." For her, anyway. It may be different for Lendai.

From the galleries, Yulena is absolutely stuck in the morass of both the crowd and her very uncertain situation. She can't help but have overheard her name coming from the sands, and her shoulders slump. She still has that fork, and looks longingly at the back of the person in front of her - a panic would clear everyone out, right? She does not hear Hannah's quiet suggestion, but starts to slowly back her way out of the crowd, eventually sitting on the seat closest to the exit that she can avoid being trampled on, laying the salad and fork beside her and hunkers down. There is no retreat, now - just waiting for the bombardment to arrive.



Though if Q'fex's bronze did catch Dhiammarath, then the two golds could be sister-wives! "Oh yes, absolutely. She's never been the kind of gold to want a bronze around for long. She enjoys her space entirely too much." Lendai lapses into silence for a little while, thoughts rummaging around in her head that she attempts to organize. "Even if he's bad for us… he might be good for the Weyr, Hannah. If he can get us Threadfighting ready, it might be hard to direct Talicanitath onto anyone except Kraakenaeth." Her lower lip is worried between her teeth, the difficulties of being a Weyrwoman, junior or senior, getting the woman down. She moves away from this distressing topic for now, head slowly nodding as she watches the girl move about the crowd. "Easy, nothing. I wasn't easy on Tuli and now look at her? She's an unimaginable amazing junior! Wasted on Igen, with no senior to continue to direct her." A scoff leaves the Weyrwoman's mouth. "We are not the only ones who need to adjust to this time. All men and women who came forward need to… lessen their agendas and do our best to fit in for the better of this Weyr." Lendai's face brightens at Hannah's suggestion, "That's brilliant! She can be my assistant! On top of her other duties. Making sure I am content and happy throughout the entirety of my stay on the sands." Pause. "And maybe even longer!"

"I just don't want him to grind the other female riders beneath his bootheel as he's desired to do of us," Hannah's worry is evidenced in the pull of her brows and the tenseness of posture and expression. "Assistant, yes." Unwinding her arms from around her middle, the junior takes a deep breath — letting it out in a sigh. "I like Tuli, and I wonder who will be their senior and who's stepping up to take the reins." That, however, is a worry for another day, and another weyr all together. "Yulena!" Not angry, but the junior's firm voice carries well, and added to that call is a motion indicating that the Cook needs to make her way forward, to the first Gallery seats. The ones with the plump cushions reserved for the folk with the lofty titles — Lords and Ladies — to view Hatchings in afforded style. "Come here." Just in case the girl somehow missed everything else.

From the galleries, Yulena is still, like rock, like the stalactites that, oh wouldn't they please just rain down and crush her? Lendai's happy tone doesn't even make her wince, she's so bottled into one small space, though it can't bode well for her of all people. She daren't not respond to Hannah's command, though, and unfolds herself, remembering to pick up the salad and fork, and moves towards the plush area, and gives Lendai a polite nod, carefully looking at stylish but affordable footwears, "Madame." Then to Hannah, "Yes, Weyrwoman?" The salad container is shaking a little in her hands.



"He seems to get on with some females, or so I've heard." Lendai quips, "We will simply give respect and hope to get some in return." There really is not much more they can do other than that. "Tuli was a difficult girl, an obnoxious candidate, but I'm proud of the woman she is today. Tough love sometimes does much more than being soft and gentle." And if the steely glint in her eyes as she watches Yulena come forward when bidden is indication of anything, the cook is in for some serious tough love. "Igen's issues will be worked out in time. Elicheritath will rise before Jivayath, which makes you wonder if they will give the seniorship to an Oldtimer or ask a gold from another Weyr to come in." She does not envy the desert Weyr their problems. Not at all. "Hannah, you deal with her please," Topic is switched back to Yulena and her upcoming fate. "Inform her of her new role in the Weyr, I want to scan those other eggs a moment, now that Talicanitath has moved on." The gold hasn't just moved on, but plopped a few more eggs onto the sands, the number now around sixteen and still going!

From the galleries, Nathanael walks in from the Hatching Caverns Entrance.

From the galleries, Yulena stands there, silent, the salad still wilting in the warmth of the Hatching grounds. Her being passed on to Hannah's… slightly less irate hands? sends a little shiver through her shoulders, and she takes a chance to eye … Hannah's knees, that seems safe. And maybe the very underside of some eggs. She does look up in terror at the comment of new duties, and manages to strangle the 'But' her mouth wanted to make, instead making the sound of a dying caprine. Oh no… They react to sound…



"If they get another gold to come in, they better do it before Elicheritath rises," Hannah comments, also idly discussing the desert weyr's woes. "I wonder how W'rin and N'thu are taking the death of Vergora, leaving the weyr bereft of both formal Weyrleaders." The younger woman shoots Lendai a look, questioning, but in the end, Igen's problems are Igen's to solve. They have their own hot mess to work through. When Lendai gives Yulena over to her — possibly more gentle — hands, Hannah steps forward, wobbling only a little on her shoes. "Yulena," she begins quietly. Despite the topic, the goldrider's voice is almost gentle. "None of us are perfect when it comes to making the decisions that shape our lives, but here, in this weyr, respect for a knot is paramount. Now, given the high level of, ah, emotion that night, I think it best if you keep at your Cooking and ensure that Lendai is kept comfortable here on the sands with regular meals, and the like. She's requested an assistant." A look is given Yulena, encouraging the girl to read between the lines and urging her to realize that this, this is a tame request from Lendai. "Do you understand? Being exposed to the Weyrwoman and Weyrleader will help curb the desire for heated commentary."

From the galleries, A young seacrafter slips onto the egg-watching area and stops for a moment to look at all the people crowding around. He stands on tiptoes to see if he can find a space to watch from for a moment, his father having finally given up on getting any amount of useful work from the lad till he'd seen some dragon eggs. He sees a small spot waaay up next to some fancy people and wiggles his way through the crowd with mutted "'suze me" as appropriate. Few bother to do much to the young lad and let him wiggle past them. Nathanael is still far enough away that he doesn't seem to realize his favorite cook, well, one of the only cooks who speaks to him, is getting talked to. "Alo Ma'am!" he calls out cheerily.



"Both W'rin and N'thu can suck on an egg." Lendai comments over her shoulder, before shifting her gaze back towards the egg she's looking over, being careful not to touch the oh-so-soft shell. "Very nice, Talicanitath." She remarks to her dragon, who simply preens in the knowledge that her babies are PERFECT. Just like she is. "Plus, word is it's Teya that's in charge. She's more the Weyrleader than any of those bronzeriders. Never would have thought that fragile lass would rise to be the first brownriding Weyrleader of this Pern." Seeing as how Iasri was the first in the then-time Pern. Allowing Hannah to deal with the troublesome Yulena, Lendai moves onto the next egg and the next, going over each one with a keen eye.

From the galleries, Yulena is the picture of subservience: head bowed, hands clenching arond the salad bowl. She jerks a little upon hearing a familiar little voice behind her and a flash of fear crosses her face. "Yes, madame, the Weyrwoman will have her meals catered here, the freshest and choicest of each meal we create," she says quickly, but then her brain stalls, "An… assistant?" Her tone is bewildered, but she nods almost too agreeably and tries to keep Hannah's attention on her, "Like, arranging for clothing and appointments and such?" Another pause, "I… I can take notes, and make beds, or…" Yulena stares at the junior Weyrwoman in horror, "Would I ha… be a messenger for the Weyrwoman, madame?"



Lendai is listening to the conversation between junior and cook, so quickly she states, "Damn right you would be!" before continuing on her task.

"Mmmm," is Hannah's diplomatic response, given that she is currently in earshot of Yulena. "Teya is very sensible. Even before the jump," the goldrider praises the brownrider, with even a little smile touching at the corners of her mouth. "Nowtime males…" Again, this gets a sigh, murmured as an afterthought because whatever W'rin and N'thu are, they are still men of this time, something she does not view favorably at the moment. Blame trouble-making Q'fex. As Lendai moves off to check the eggs — even she wouldn't dare get too close to Talicanitath's vulnerable babies — attention returns to Yulena, expression stern. Something too close to humor glitters in Hannah's green eyes, though nothing else in her features give her away: "An Assistant. Just while she's on the sands. It is hard to be sands-bound, you see." Blind to the horror, the junior continues calmly, "Do you think you can handle that?" Attention flicks to the seacrafter — one in the many that have flocked to the galleries to see the eggs — but keeps her attnetion on Yulena. At least until the girl answers.

From the galleries, Nathanael gets within steps and realizes, just maybe, that he has managed to step into a conversation he has NO BUSINESS being anywhere near. The press of people behind him has closed his escape route, so he tries to shift as far away from the cook as he can with a very respectful nod to the woman speaking with oh-so-much-authority from the sands. He takes on the guise of Nope, he's not listening at all, would you look at those /eggs/. A quick sift of his however, may show he hasn't stopped listening altogether. Gossip is what keeps the Apprentice Dorm rolling see?



While Lendai won't state as much, she is terribly high maintenance and needs constant attention. So Yulena's social life is pretty much over at this point. Lendai also likes having her sweaty, boot-clad feet rubbed often. And be told stories. And spy for her. Talicanitath is still here, by the way, laying eggs. Plopping them out one after the other. Over twenty now and the dragon's belly is starting to deflate, though still not done!

From the galleries, Yulena is thinking so hard she is surprised by Lendai's addition, and pauses before she says her next piece, "But I would still be cooking, then?" Her tone is pleading, "We've just got the spits in, and if I'm not watching the kitchens, it will become chaos…" She looks down at her hands, which are almost vibrating, and takes a moment of effort to force them to stop, and herself to become outwardly calmer. "Madame, if the Weyrwoman requires me to be an assistant, then I shall be an assistant." She inhales shakily, a sign that she's still close to the edge, "I presume I will be, er, standing on the Sands a lot then." Somehow, her tone is not full of amazement and wonder. Funny, that…



"You will still be in the kitchens, Yulena," Hannah states kindly, glancing back to the Weyrwoman. "We would never deny our residents their first love," this statement is for Lendai, lest her Weyrwoman go a little too crazy in her punishment, "But you will be required to attend to Lendai when she has need." A side-glance is given to Nathanael, a slight frown marring the weyrwoman's features, but she doesn't take umbrage with the boy's eavesdropping. "Only when Lendai needs you. You won't be camping down here," unlike poor Lendai, who's about to get baked. "Now, if you'll excuse me. You have until tomorrow to get things settled for your new duties. Report to Lendai on the morrow for breakfast." Is that a slightly kinder smile given the girl? The poor, poor cook who's life just keeps getting interesting. With a nod, the junior turns and wobbles on her strange, platform shoes to the Weyrwoman. "Lendai, I'm going to go grab another chair. I'll be back." She wants to stay through the end of the clutching! "If you want, you can borrow my shoes." Sized for Hannah's tiny feet, of course.

From the galleries, Yulena's look of relief is short-lived as she considers what 'new duties' might entail. But she seems to have been dismissed, and takes a step back… then another. Face slightly ashen with the tension, Yulena starts to turn up the steps, pausing as she sees Nathanael, but her expression doesn't change from a blank mask. She makes her way up the stairs, hoping to get out, if such a thing as hope exists anymore in Yulena's little world, before anyone else down there interrupts her.

From the galleries, Nathanael glances back at the cook as she leaves and gives a 'it's not that bad!' look at… well, he's not entirely sure exactly what the poor cook did to make it so that the head ladies in the weyr were giving her extra work. Maybe he can ask later, and he turns his eyes back onto the sands. SO COOL.



Behind every good Senior Weyrwoman, there are spectacular juniors. Hannah is just that. Even if Lendai totally rolls her eyes, not anyone but the egg she's staring at, at the younger goldrider's comment about residents doing what they love. Blahblah. Finally being spoken to, Lendai turns and nods at Hannah about getting another chair as well as saying she can borrow the strange shoes. They only get a long, pointed glare that screams of 'Oh heeeeeell no' before she commends, "Bring a wineskin with you, if you would? Chilled. We'll toast to this clutch! It'll be nice to have someone to chat with out here while Talicanitath finishes." Or continues, whichever way you look at it. Which is exactly what happens. The gold dragon continues to labor on, depositing egg after egg long through the day and into the evening. It's with a final grunt of satisfaction that Talicanitath has declared herself done. Her color much duller than normal, but she is quite satisfied with the count. Thirty four eggs, each one perfect and healthy, lay on the blackened Southern Weyr hatching ground sands. A good start for the future of the Weyr!
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