Lemia, Xanthee


Lemia shows off the next great thing in keeping sand out of your food.


It is early evening of the thirteenth day of the ninth month of the thirteenth turn of the 12th pass.


Living Caverns, Igen Weyr

OOC Date 12 Apr 2018 04:00


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Living Cavern

Brightly lit by a regimented march of strung glow-globes, Igen's busy living caverns are cut of the same exotic limestone design that frequents the bazaar without. Tapestries line the tops of the walls, one for each of Igen's wings, past and present; beneath them, skybroom tables litter the floors in scattered profusion. Some of the wicker chairs have seen better days, but most of the worst offenders have long-ago been replaced. The seemingly random placement of furniture, however, at closer inspection yields a sort of cross-shape of negative space. The northernmost walls and nooks of the caverns are owned by the kitchen's buffet, food-laden thrice daily in regimented shifts by busy bakers from the curtained southern entrance to the kitchens. To the east is a large arch leading outside; westerly lies the large doors leading down into the bowels of the weyr itself.

Long day of patrols are done. One more drill for the day, then she can go home. Lemia's nervous, and it shows in the way that she walks. Quick, short steps that are completely unlike her. The greenrider looks distracted, and slightly sleep deprived.

Xanthee has had her own long day and with the sandstorm that has picked up outside, it was just easier for her to stop at the Living caverns for supper before heading home to Mal in the Crafter's Quarters. So the raven-haired girl is lining up with a tray at the buffet, waiting for her turn at the food served up there.

Lemia moves to stand behind Xanthee, "Yes, you're right," she doesn't often answer her dragon aloud, but she's tired and worried, "I'll get them something," again with the not quiet herself talking seemingly to herself. Riders, aren't they all eccentric in their own ways? "Oh," this is directed at Xanthee, "What's good?" probably Xanthee's not close enough to be able to give an answer, but Lemia's just not quite herself right now. Still that doesn't stop her from giving the young woman in front of her a bright, and genuine smile.

Xanthee turns when she is queried and dips her head respectfully in the direction of of the greenrider, "I'm not sure yet ma'am." and then the girl stretches to her tiptoes and cranes her neck in the direction of the buffet. "I think there's roast porcine." she offers weakly as she drops back to her flat feet. She readily ignores the way that the rider was tlaking to her, having grown up in the Weyr, Xan is quite familiar with riders and their eccentricities.

Green eyes light a little, and Lemia bounces just a little, "Oh wonderful. Aggie's been craving that," and now she has a wonderful surprise for her weyrmate, "If they have a bubbly or two available, that would be a treat," though she doesn't sound like she expects that to be the case.

"Aggie?" Xanthee raises her eyebrow in the direction of the greenrider, trying to think if that name coincides with anyone she knows and not coming up with anything. Giving a thoughtful sniff, the weybrat shakes her head, "Well I can't smell any bubblies, but that doesn't mean there isn't any." she adds helpfully.

Lemia chuckles as she gives a nod, "Agertha, green Kestrath's rider," she explains, "She's my weyrmate," the greenrider gives a small shrug, "The bubblies aren't necessary. I just thought they'd be a nice treat," a smile is given, though it isn't as bright as earlier but it's still as genuine. Green orbs cloud as she stands, when she blinks her eyes a sigh is given, "She's sleeping," so Lemia doesn't have to hurry.

Xanthee nods here head as she does recognize that name, "Oh yes, I know Agertha." Now some of Lemia's words makes sense, she saw the greenrider's name on the roll of pregnant riders. "Well for her sake I hope they do." The line shuffles forward and Xan with it as she sighs heavily. "Was it still blowing out there when you came in?" she queries casually.

Lemia nods, "But not as hard. Sweeps were shortened," though Horith wasn't thrilled with sweeps at all, "I'm told Kestrath's not pleased that she can't go out and challenge those winds," a wry grin is given for the pecularities of her lover's bond, "Oh well the bubblies would be for me and R'mar. Aggie doesn't care for them," a shrug of confusion is given, "I don't understand why anyone wouldn't care for bubblies."

Xanthee looks confused herself, and then nods along. "So R'mar is?" She just wants to make sure she gets it right, she knows that some riders manage to find themselves in the most interesting relationship configurations. As for the bubblies, Xan shakes her head, "I don't know, I personally love them." The line moves forward again and finally the tables are coming into view. "Looks like tubers and veggies with the roast, but I can't quite see what's for dessert yet."

Lemia nods as she moves foreward as well, "R'mar's also my weyrmate," she says, "He enjoys bubblies," then the smell of the vegetables hits Lemia's nose, "Mm, those smell roasted too. Aggie will love those."

Xanthee nods thoughtfully at the clarification, not much shocked by the idea of someone with two weyrmates, growing up in the Weyr has made the raven-haired teen quite open-minded even though personally she is a one-guy kind of girl. As she has access to the food now, Xan will grab an empty plate and give herself a moderate amount of vegetables, but skipping the tubers. At the carving station, she gets a couple slices of the roast and a generous healping of light gravy. Dessert isn't bubblies unfortunately, but fruit salad with fresh whipped cream. A small bowl of that is also placed onto her tray.

Lemia pulls the rucksack that she's carrying around so she can pull out covered containers. These she puts a helping of everything into. The roasted meat and vegetables go into one container. Tubers in another, and the deserts are skipped. Lemia was looking forward to bubblies, alas there aren't any this time, "This smells good," said as she secures the covers, and carefully places them into the rucksack. Then she puts a tray together for herself, as her eyes glaze a little, "Oh. Drill's called off due to the weather," well that will make the springtime green happy, she won't have to fly in the winds again, "May as well enjoy my meal before heading home."

Xanthee watches covertly as the greenrider packs up enough food for two people before getting her own, one raven-black brow hiking up her forehead, "Good thing they cancelled drills, I can't see how you riders fly in these sandstorms, just walking in it feels like having your skin blasted off, I can't imagine flying in it." She chuckles as she finds a nearby table with a couple empty spots and sets her tray down.

"The sweep would have been canceled if the winds had been stronger when we headed out. As it is, the winds have grown too strong for drills to be safe," Lemia answers, "As for flying? Well you get used to that. Dragons move at a pretty fast pace in the air," she smiles as she finds a table, "I worked with a smith on those containers. I think when he's happy with them he'll be selling them in the bazaar."

"They certainly are clever and I can see how they would come in handy." Xanthee remarks in an off hand way as she starts to dig into her meal while it's still warm. Suddenly a little golden firelizard pops her head out from the thick black locks that fall to the girl's shoulders. Carving a small piece of her roast, Xan holds it up to Selkie who takes it daintily from her fingertips.

"She's adorable," Lemia comments as she nods in agreement to the cleverness of the containers, "They keep sand out of the food," not much for keeping the food warm, but that's not as important as keeping sand out of the food.

"Definitely a good thing to have when you live at this Weyr." Xanthee replies with a chuckle as she tucks back into her food with vigor, offering small bites to her little gold every now and then. "Well I'll keep my eye out for them in the Bazaar cause I'm liking the idea of bringing food back home with me without worry a mouthful of grit."

Standing, Lemia's eyes unfocus just a little, "I should go," is said as she picks up her rucksack, and carefully slings it over her shoulder, "Aggie's waking up, and she'll probably be hungry," no need making the pregnant woman fight through the wind to eat. A nod is given, "Most people don't like sand in their food. Thanks for helping me out with the food," or rather with identifying said food, and with that Lemia's striding towards the bowl and ultimately her weyr.

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