Who

Taurie, Ginger, F'kan, Novi

What

Taurie is tired and trying to work and the living caverns become a temporary nursery for flizzen!

Grumpiness

When

-- On Pern --
It is 6:50 AM where you are.
It is before dawn of the sixteenth day of the fourth month of the sixteenth turn of the 12th pass.
In Igen:
It is the seventy-sixth day of Spring and 75 degrees. It is a bright, sunny day.
In Southern:
It is the seventy-sixth day of Autumn and 56 degrees. Steely grey clouds drift across the sky, muting Rukbat's light. The wind has started to pick up more than normal as a light drizzle falls.
In Southern Mountains:
It is the seventy-sixth day of Autumn and 14 degrees. It's really damn cold out.


Where

Southern Weyr Living Caverns

OOC Date 17 Feb 2019 07:00

 

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"Come, join the nursery."


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Living Cavern

Grand and spacious, the cavern curves high aloft in a naturally-vaulted ceiling that soothes any sense of claustrophobia. Rich woods line the cavern floor, varnished and stained a rich mahogany, while round tables scatter about, candlelit and intimate. The largest table lies southerly next to the sideboard, long trestles that seem oriented to providing for the Weyr's youngest. The rich blue of the Azov can be seen from a distance in good weather, when the heavy stone doors covering the entrance are allowed to stand open.



Just because there's a welcome run of a few Thread-free days, at least if there are no surprise Falls, doesn't mean that Southern's dragonriders and weyrfolk have nothing to do, and at this time in the morning the living caverns are crowded with those in search of breakfast. Later on, Ginger's day will no doubt be busy enough, but for now she's able to take a little longer than usual over her meal. She's sitting at a table with quite a bit of space around her and her breakfast untouched in front of her. It's perhaps fortunate that firelizards aren't that fond of bread, cheese and fruit - or perhaps that's why she made those particular choices. Brown Walnut is sitting on one shoulder, and a very young gold is… not sitting on the other any longer, though that's where Ginger has just put her. She wants the shoulder that Walnut's got, and she's trying to push her way in. Ginger looks as if she's literally tearing her hair, but in fact she just has a hand on each lizard.

With both her business and the business of being Amani's Assistant on her hands, Taurie has been very busy indeed as of late. Which is something her personal life takes severe issue with, but with riders dropping like flies, neither Queen showing signs of going up and Treista still not having an assistant of her own, there's a fire under everyone's asses that shows NO signs of going out anytime soon. Which is why Taurie can be found this morning piled under a heap of hidework and looking like she hasn't slept in a couple of days. The usually prim and proper woman is in loose clothing, her hair up ina messy bun while she sips klah, desperately trying to stay awake through a detailed threadfall report. This happens to be quite near Ginger, who will get a slightly friendly wave once Taurie realises she's not the only one in here anymore.

Seems Ginger isn't the only one dealing with a new addition to their fair. F'kan is striding in with a tiny green creating a very BIG noise in his hands, obviously only days old. The rest of his fair is conspicuously absent leaving the brownrider to fend for himself. With a look of near panic, he makes his way to the tables making a beeline towards the bowl of scraps the cooks leave out for just such a purpose. Not even dealing with a plate, F'kan just scoops a handful of the grisly stuff and plops himself down at the nearest table, which just happens to be the one Ginger and Taurie is at. A mumbled apology is given as he begins to stuff the green's hungry maw.

Ginger has just managed to get a hand free to acknowledge Taurie's wave with her own raised palm, when F'kan and his new friend arrive. She gives a dark chuckle at his mumbled words. "Oh, don't apologize: that was me a few minutes ago. Tansy hasn't reached the page in the book where it says they go to sleep after eating. At least she's not screeching the place down any more." She gathers up the little gold yet again, but this time places her in her lap, and holds her there with one hand whilst picking up her klah mug with the other. She eyes Taurie's hides and gives a sympathetic grin. "Working at breakfast? That can't be good - or is it just so fascinating you can't wait?"

Taurie literally cringes the second that F'kan enters the room with his screeching green. The interruption is abrupt and the baby 'lizard's shrieks are ear piercing. That'll wake a person up! She runs a couple of fingers over her eyes, wiping the sleepy from them and pinching the bridge of her nose. She goes to sip her klah and now realizes that the liquid has turned to ice cold sludge basically. She stands to empty and refill her mug as F'kan grabs his ward's meal and sits so close to her hides. Her eyes narrow. If one bit of scrap juice… Wow. She really needs to sleep. Once seated, Ginger's comment is chuckled at. "No rest for the wicked I suppose, and marks don't grow on trees."

Poor Taurie is soon to be accosted by yet another baby flying stomach. Luckily for the sleep deprived woman, the days old brown 'lizard wrapped round the back of Novi's neck is merely creeling softly. Food? The apprentice gives a nod to those gathered as she fixes a plate for herself, and fills a small bowl with scraps for the creeling brown, "Shh, Bean. Ye'll get y'er food soon," Novi's next move is to find a place to sit. She'll just stand where she is and look around for a moment.

Thankfully, now that Greenie, F'kan is so original with coming up with names, is having her mouth stuffed, the shrieking subsides. Without much notice, he plops his handful of scraps onto the table surface so he can re-position the green into the crook of his arm. He'll totally clean that up when he's done with this particular task, promise. Looking up at Ginger with a smile of thanks he bobs his head in the direction of her little gold. "I guess it's the season for firelizards huh?" he asks with a glance in Novi's direction as another hungry hatchling cries for his meal.

"Oh, well, if it's making you marks," Ginger tells Taurie, grinning. She follows F'kan's glance towards Novi, and gaily invites her, "Another one? Come and join the nursery!" Then she asks F'kan curiously, "Do they have a season? They've always seemed like an all-turn hazard to me." A sip of klah is cautiously taken. When she gets away with that without triggering another bout of screeching from Tansy, she starts creating a sandwich from her bread and cheese, working rather slowly as she's doing it one-handed. The other hand is laid over Tansy.

Taurie might have an apoplectic seizure if things keep going as they are. She eyes that pile of meat on the table like it has grown legs and will attack someone. And then another one gets brought in? Her heart is already having spasms. OCD much? Maybe. Or maybe she's just truly a workaholic. Either way, Taurie begins stacking her hides in neat little piles a little bit further down the table and away from any sort of meaty mess. Her stomach waits until THIS very moment to complain about being empty, and sighing, she moves to get a plate to eat, her own gold appearing from ::between:: to lay in front of and protect Taurie's work.

Novi stands where she is for a moment before moving to join those already seated, "Thank you," is said to Ginger as Novi places the bowl of scraps on the table directly behind her. Bean dives after the bowl squalling like he'd just had his favorite thing denied him. Of course, with his food being taken away, the tiny brown certainly thinks that is exactly what has happened, "I'm Novi," is offered, as the sr. apprentice places her food in front of her. Easier to let the little gut feed himself, and she's learned the precise amount to put in a bowl for him, "That greedy thing behind me is Bean."

"Oh, I don't know, just a saying," F'kan mumbles as he continues to stuff the little green maw until her belly is lumpy with breakfast and he falls into a meat-induced stupor, yawning widely before lids droop to cover multi-faceted eyes. "Oh thank Faranth for that," the brownrider mumbles as he tucks the hatchling into his loose fitted tunic and sinks back into his chair with a heavy sigh. A nod is given towards Novi, "F'kan, and that's Greenie." he says pointing to the lump against his chest. Spotting a passing Weyrling, he calls out for a cup of klah, a pitiful look on his face. With a roll of their eyes, the weyrling quickly returns with a steaming mug to the brownrider's profuse thanks that he didn't have to get up and risk waking the tiny terror in his tunic.

Ginger grins at F'kan. "Nice when the racket stops, isn't it?" Tapping her chest, she tells Novi, "Ginger." The finger moves to point out first the small gold firelizard in her lap, who's probably hidden from view, and then the brown on her left shoulder. "Tansy. And Walnut." She glances after Taurie. "Hope we didn't scare her off. Couldn't blame her, working quietly through breakfast time and then all these noisy creatures come along." Though, there's that gold lizard guarding Taurie's place. Ginger watches it curiously.

The newly arrived gold guards Taurie's work imperiously, neck stretched to it's full length as she surveys her realm with cool regard, eyes whorling blues against her regally golden hide. She crosses her forefeet in front of her with a rustle of wings.

Taurie , on the other hand, is carefully constructing her breakfast for fortification and energy. Nuts and eggs for protien, some bread, some fruit, and cheese. She returns with her plate, nibbling on a piece of cheese. And just in time for flizzen fair introductions. "That's Hatshepsut, but I just call h er Hattie." Assured of her work's safety with the gold to guard it, Taurie looks a little more relaxed, though the strain of her very early morning, or very late night dependent on how you look at it, is still evident. She sets her plate on the table and continues nibbling her cheese as she reads over the last of the hide she'd been working on getting through. It's no wonder all the leadership is so stressed with things as they are.

"Well met," Novi says as she eats her meal. She'll be headed to do her studies when she's finished. Bean finishes his meal, and simply curls around the bowl before dropping off to sleep, "Glad I don't have that much studying to do," said with a chin point to Taurie's hides.

"I'm sure it's fine," F'kan reassures Ginger before he nods at Taurie's return to the table. "Keeping you busy huh?" He says rather obviously with a nod towards the hides. "I'm hiding from a stack myself. But with Rocio stepping down from Weyrlingmaster, there's no one left to do it all, so we're trying to share it around among the assistants until they decide who is going to replace her." Taking up his mug of klah in both hands, he breathes deeply the rich scent before taking a small sip.

"I used to like studying," Ginger comments absently in response to Novi's remark, then gives F'kan a sideways look, weighing up whether she can ask what she has in mind. She does, though she keeps her voice light. "So how about you? D'you fancy the job?" She experimentally lifts her lizard-retaining hand. Nothing happens except that a small, high-pitched snore rises from her lap. That makes sandwich construction and fruit-peeling so much easier, and she starts to eat. After a bite, though, another question emerges, this one with much more conviction. "I know what you do's useful, but is it interesting?"

Taurie shrugs. "I bring it on myself wanting to run my business and be an assistant to Weyrwoman Amani. They both come with a fair amount of hidework, and both sets need doing." As for Rocio stepping down, Taurie nods, eyes flicking to F'kan. "Aye, I came across a memo about that yesterday. I'm sure Weyrleadership will have the role filled soon. She picks up her klah and has a sip after nomming down the last bit of her cheese. She looks to F'kan again when Ginger asks him if he likes his job. There may be some cogs turning there, but maybe not.

Novi remains silent as she munches on her meal. After all this really isn't her concern, what with Novi being a dolphincrafter and all. It's not that she doesn't care, rather Novi doesn't have anything she can add. Though her mental wheels are turning, and she is learning. The girl finishes her meal as she spots a fellow apprentice. Whoops, "I'm sorry. I've got to run or I'll be late to class," Novi says as she gathers up her dirty dishes, and deposits them where they belong before scooping up the sleeping Bean to head out.

Blinking a bit like a wherry in glowlight, F'kan turns a hapless look in Ginger's direction at all the questions he seemingly has to answer. "Err…Well…I don't think I'm ready for that just yet. This is only my second group of weyrlings." There's almost a look of panic in the man as he actually wonders if the Leaders would offer it to him, secretly hoping they do not. To her last, he looks a little more relaxed, "Useful is a bit of an understatement, we're a sharding necessity. It's rewarding though, and you never get bored when weyrlings are finding all kinds of new ways to get into trouble, mostly accidentally thank Faranth." Speaking of his oh-so-rewarding work, another Assistant weyrlingmaster appears at the entrance to the Living caverns and with a sharply urgent whistle, waves the brownrider over frantically. "Aw shard it. Excuse me ladies, duty calls." Getting to his feet, he tips his head in their direction respectfully before jogging off towards the exit. Unfortunately, too quickly to remember to clean up the small pile of meat still on the table top. Sorry to who ever ends up cleaning up that mess.

"All these busy people!" Ginger sighs, as the table is suddenly emptier. "Not that I don't have anything to do. But not until later." As it happens, there's someone who'll be quite happy to clean the table for F'kan. Walnut has been sitting quietly on Ginger's shoulder, but he's an obliging kind of brown, and he hops down and finishes up those chunks of meat without further ado while Ginger finishes her own breakfast. "Maybe I could… mmm." Ginger smiles: a scheme has presented itself, but current company doesn't need to know. She gathers up Tansy and gets to her feet. Walnut can fend for himself, it seems. "Nice to meet you: don't work too hard." Picking up her plates to return, she heads across the cavern.

And then, as suddenly as there is company, there is none and Taurie is alone with her hides once more. She finishes her breakfast and then packs up. She needs a nap before she can do anything else today. And soon the Living cavern is empty of everyone, for now. It is never empty for too long.

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