H'rik, R'ku


H'rik and R'ku meet at the Pit for a catch up, and also catch a game. Wendryth gets a quest from Kabelkath.


It is afternoon of the thirteenth day of the ninth month of the fourteenth turn of the 12th pass.


The Pit, Igen Weyr

OOC Date 09 Aug 2018 23:00


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The Pit

One does not enter The Pit so much as descend into it. Why else the name? The Steen ancestors paid for their square footage with sweat, excavating the area and building curved walls up around it. Wide, smooth steps descend into a large entry area that overlooks the pit and galleries. Floors, ceilings and walls have been whitewashed with limestone paste, increasing the amount of light reflected back from the numerous glow baskets hung on the walls. A rounded doorway to the right leads one into the business' "office", which is furnished in spartan style: cushions for kneeling or sitting upon, a desk that's low to the ground constructed of the same whitewashed stone as the rest of the building, and niches carved out of the walls themselves for decorative pieces. Here is a small sculpture of men wrestling, there is a wooden carving of a champion with a foot upon his vanquished foe.
Continuing on through the lobby brings one to another set of six stairs that descend into the galleries surrounding the sand-filled pits. A low wall separates audience from combatants, but even at its highest point, those in the galleries are never more than twenty feet away from the action. The sand is raked daily, with fresh sand added whenever the blood to soil ratio becomes too great.

The autumn afternoon is cool in comparison to summer here in Igen - perfect for a good time at The Pit. While the place isn't as busy or hectic as it gets in the evening (aided by copious amounts of alcohol, once it's late enough for people to truly let go), after lunch there's enough of a crowd to justify the bout soon to start. One figure is trying to look relaxed and blend in, but not quite succeeding. H'rik has opted for garb more akin to a bazaar resident than a Weyrleader, and he wears no knot. A headscarf conceals much of his head, leaving his face exposed to watch the entertainer on the sands warming up the crowd before the fight. A small smile curves his lips as he sits a little too upright in his seat, away from other groups of people as much as he's been able to manage.

Growing up in the Bazaar, the Pit has always been a fun form of entertainment for R'ku. And, with his weyrmate working there now, he has more excuse than not to hang out there from time to time as his arm heals while he waits for her to finish a shift or to just discreetly visit her. Thus, it seemed as good a spot as any to suggest a more relaxed meeting with H'rik. He's dressed fairly casually - loose cotton shirt with the ties at the neck slightly undone, breeches and sandals. His arm is a little less bulkily bandaged this time and is held in a protective sling instead of the previous splint, perhaps indicating it's well on its way to healing. It takes R'ku a few passes through the crowd to actually spot H'rik, obviously not used to the man being in non-Weyrleader garb. But, when he spots him, he flashes a quick grin, "Nearly missed you. Glad I didn't miss the fight." He sinks easily down into his seat and scans the Pit, assessing the combatants warming up.

H'rik returns the grin with a pleased-seeming smile. "Nah, not started yet. I swear this is the same routine that Conen's always used. I'm sure I could recite it off by heart if i tried," he adds, nodding towards the entertainer trying to coax laughter out of the crowd. Seems like they're more interested in the fighters though - after all, their money's on them, not the comedian providing the re-fight banter. "how's the arm?" A sideways look has taken in the sling; as far as H'rik can remember, R'ku wasn't wearing that last time he saw him. so, that's a sign of improvement, right? He adjusts his headscarf as a breeze tugs at it, tucking it in better lest it get free.

R'ku waggles his arm slightly from within the protective sling, "Better! I dragged myself to the healers for a checkup without my weyrmate having to drag me forcibly. I can do a little bit of light weight lifting exercises for the next sevenday. The sling is easier to remove, but still gives me some protection." To demonstrate, he pulls said arm out of the sling and holds it out, displaying the much thinner supportive bandage that is without as much bulky splint protection as before. He even waggles his fingers slightly and clsoes his fist before sliding the arm back into its sling, "I've had to do shoulder exercises for a while now, though it's nice to actually be able to do /something/ with the arm and stop babying it. It feels very odd and weak." He watches the pre-show entertainer in silence for a moment before snorting a laugh, "As a teenager, I kind of wanted to be one of those Pit fighters. Kind of glad it didn't work out." He scans the crowd thoughtfully, "You want a drink the next time the servers come by?" It's early, sure, but the Pit probably has some tasty non-alcoholic drinks, too.

Despite his attempts to appear casual and non-pushy about the whole issue of getting a Wingleader back to fighting form, H'rik looks relieved. "Glad to hear it." He laughs softly at R'ku's demonstration of his arm's increased abilities. "I guess it would, going from using it all the time to barely at all. Sounds like it's all healing well - though I'm still going to wait until it's /fully/ healed before I get you back on Wing duties," he adds, with a grin part apology, part humorous. He's trying his best to be chill about this whole thing. He considers the drink, then accepts. "Sure. If I don't have a drink, that might draw more attention, and Faranth knows I don't need that here. My dad owns the place. If you'd come to be a fighter, we would have met," he notes, looking interested that R'ku considered that line of work.

R'ku leans back in his seat, awkwardly resting his arm in its sling on his lap, "No arguments from me. I doubt I'd trust myself to be able to climb up onto Kabelkath's back yet. I think maybe after a sevenday or so of the light weight exercises … maybe?" He makes a face, not even sure himself on what his abilities might be by then considering the weakness in the arm now, " …. I'm guessing it'd be at least another sevenday or two after that to steadily increase the weight I'm allowed to lift with it and be sure the arm is back to form. At least it's only my off hand and not my main hand." He looks agreeable as H'rik agrees to the drink and starts to try to catch the eye of one of the servers. "Your dad owns the place?" R'ku pauses in the middle of looking for someone to get a drink from and blinks at H'rik before bursting out into a laugh, "Now I know why you seemed a bit unsure of meeting here. And the whole … secretive look. Your dad not too keen on you becoming a dragonrider, either?" Though at least things aren't so bad with his own father that he has to traverse the Bazaar in a disguise … but … R'ku obviously has father issues.

"I'm no healer," H'rik says, holding his hands out in a sort of shrugging gesture. "I've seen riders with worse injuries get back on their dragons, so I've no doubt you'll get back to full capacity. just best not to push it harder than the healers tell you." That's as much wisdom as the young Weyrleader can comfortably impart. R'ku's laugh gets a shy sort of grin out of H'rik. "Yeah. Along with…too many other places in the Bazaar. Let's just say we didn't see eye to eye on me accepting Search. What about yours, when you were snatched up?"

R'ku finally manages to flag down a server and places an order for some sort of iced mixed drink - probably made with lots of fruit. He'll glance at H'rik and motion him to order for himself before answering his question, "Father didn't agree with me accepting candidacy without asking him first, he wanted me to give the knot back. There was a huge shouting match. I'm the oldest and the only boy - he was upset at me for pretty much, as he saw it, ruining the family business and forsaking the family line." He snorts and waves his good hand briefly, "I obviously didn't do what he said. I figured I could fix things afterwards if I didn't impress and … well … it's not like he could do anything if I /did/ impress. So he'd have to live with it." He quirks a grin, "Worked out, though he's still kind of angry with me." He arches a brow at H'rik, "What do you suppose your father is going to do if he sees you? You're the sharding Weyrleader, after all."

H'rik put in his order - non alcoholic, but something less sweet than R'ku's drink. an iced one though, because it's warm enough to need something cold. With that done, he can listen to R'ku's experience, with a slight smile of empathy. "Sounds similar to me: oldest child, turning my back on the family, so on and so forth. Like you say, there wasn't anything mine could do, either. And I've a younger brother that my father can groom to take over from him, anyway." With a wry grin, he adds, "assuming he doesn't run off and become a dragon rider, too." As to the matter of whether Vitus can do anything about H'rik's presence: "Yeah…I don't think it would end well if he picked a fight. he's not like that though. He'll know I've been here, even if I've tried not to make it obvious. Word always has a way of getting back to people like that." He's shrugging it off, as though it's no big deal, but there's enough tension in the mans voice to indicate that he has his own worries about what his father might do.

It doesn't take all that long for the drinks to come out - it's not super busy and the servers are efficient. By the time H'rik is done telling his side of the story, R'ku is reaching out to pick up his fruity concoction and taking a small sip of the contents. "Still. I repeat - what can he do to you? Why hide and worry yourself over it all? I mean, it's probably not going to be the most comfortable conversation ever, but best to get it over with." He lifts a shoulder in a brief shrug, "Plus - you /are/ the Weyrleader." He sets his glass down on a clear spot next to him with a decisive *thunk* of glass hitting wood, "Trust me. It's better to get it over with. I tried waiting to talk to my father after impressing Kabelkath. In the end …. it was better to just get it over an talk to him." He glances back out to the Pit, watching as the combatants ready themselves for the fight, "And I don't even have any brothers at all for my father to focus on - only sisters. One of their husbands will have to take over the spice shop. Either that or my father is waiting until I have a son so he can swoop in and steal him away."

H'rik claims his drink with a 'thank you' to the server, nursing it while he listens to R'ku. As uncomfortable as he looks about the idea of going to talk to Vitus, he can't deny that the older rider has a point. "I can take a couple of guards to keep me safe, yeah?" He quips…he's definitely joking, right? Something in his eyes, even though he's smiling, implies that he's considering that safety measure! "Yeah. I should do." He'll admit to that. "It's been… too long, really." Trying to cover up his discomfort at the idea, sensible though it is, he sips his drink and leans back in his seat as the fighters come out and the crowd starts to cheer. "I take it your dad wouldn't even consider letting one of your sisters take over the shop, then?" Such is life in the bazaar, really, but H'rik's happier to let R'ku talk about his family right now.

R'ku can't help but snort a laugh at the mention of guards, "Likely having your dragon nearby will be enough to show him the seriousness of the situation." Leaning forward to pick up his drink again, he pauses to watch the fighters for a moment before adding to H'rik, "Besides. You have enough to worry about as the Weyrleader - best to get at least one thing off your plate." Leaning back, he quirks a slight grin, "I'm sure your dragon would consider it a worthy quest." Don't be surprised if Kabelkath somehow manages to slip that to Wendryth, even if R'ku didn't intend to. R'ku is quiet for a moment, sipping his drink, at the mention of one of his sisters taking over, "He's …. still a bit old fashioned. I'm not sure how convinced he is on one of my sisters taking over. He's busy having them married off and they're busy obliging and popping out children. Though there's at least one of my younger sisters who seem to not be .. ah .. amenable to that idea." R'ku coughs at the memories of spats between said sisters and his father.

Now that really does make it an appealing prospect. One less general stressor in his life? It's alluring. "Hm." H'rik is properly considering it, even as he watches the men begin to clash, a few overacting with shouts and cries as they make contact. He snorts at the acts. "Maybe I can lure father out into the open, and Wendryth could be there." No threatening to have your dragon crush your dad, H'rik! That said, if Kabelkath plants the idea, Wendy will likely be rather insistent about meeting the man. "Ah. Yes, that's…not so surprising." He sips his drink as he muses over that one, giving R'ku a side glance. "Anyway, if you did have a son, is he going to take him as a baby and start teaching him to take over? I've heard of starting them young but…" He grins, to show he's joking around.

Kabelkath will indeed be oh-so casually mentioning said potential quest to Wendryth at some point - partially because it seems like an amusing way to achieve the thing his rider is attempting to encourage H'rik into doing. Tricky. R'ku's gaze is intent on the fight for a bit and he even lets out a loud cheer at a rather impressive move from one of the fighters. His grin wide, he glances sideways to H'rik, a deep laugh escaping him, "Shards. I'm sure he'd do that if he could get away with it. I wouldn't put it past him. But …. I doubt he'd go /that/ far. He'd just try to meddle as much as he could, I'm sure." He takes a swig from his drink, making an appreciative noise in his chest at the taste. "I'd rather just raise my hypothetical son and let /him/ decide if he wants to be a spice merchant or a dragonrider when he's older. Knowing my father, it's not like he's going to want to pass on the spice shop anytime soon. He may heven have grandkids old enough to take over by the time he's ready to release his grip." He partially rises from his seat at an exciting move from the fighters, cheering. The battle in the Pit is starting to get intense, to be sure.

H'rik laughs as R'ku laughs, feeling at ease as the familiar rush of atching a fight takes over the crowd. "Or something else entirely!" He adds to that list of potential occupations for the hypothetical R'ku-son to consider. "Sounds like you would have been waiting a while to inherit the shop anyway, if you hadn't Impressed." The move from the fighters even gets H'rik to his feet, seeing something new in the match that wasn't around back when he was involved in the place. He's happy to chat, and get lost in the excitement of the fight.

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