Who

Xanthee

What

Xanthee finds a little time in her very busy schedule to write 'home'

Excessively romantic love letter
Candidate Bingo

When

It is noon of the twenty-fifth day of the sixth month of the thirteenth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Living Cavern, Igen Weyr

OOC Date 16 Mar 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.


Noon in the Living Cavern is chaos and this day is no different. In one back corner near the entrance to the Kitchens, one raven-haired Candidate is leaving the heat of the cooking and with a wipe at her brow and the glisten of sweat lingering there, she sighs heavily after a hard shift of dish washing during lunch preparations was on going. Not the most pleasant task, but Xanthee knew she had a free afternoon scheduled and that helped push her through. Although she had allocated that free time to finish up with Wendryth's quest, she still had to eat, so she grabs a couple of meatrolls, a small bowl of salad and a tall glass of ice water the makes her way to a remote corner of the caverns and sits down.

After a few fork fulls of her salad accompanied by a hearty bite of meatroll, she takes a long swig of her juice to clear her mouth before moving her plates to one side. From her belt pouch she removes a small folded up piece of hide and a stylus. Unfolding the piece of hide, she ponders for a moment, tapping the end of the writing tool to her chin pensively as she considers how to begin this letter.

Dearest Mal,

I can't believe it has been almost three months now since I have seen your most handsome face, and my heart still aches for you as much now as our first day apart. But I am so close now, it will soon be decided one way or the other and then we will know what the future will look like. It bolsters me so to know one thing for certain, that my future, whatever it will be, will include YOU, my beloved. I often find myself clasping my pendant when I think of you, as if it holds with it the memory of your touch from when you worked the stone and it brings me comfort, reminding me of how proud you are of me.

Thank you for seeking out Reveka at the Steppes. And if you could please go easy on Daenerys I would be very grateful. He has been agonizing about all this, truly he has. It's an impossible decision he's had to make, but it is his own, and I support my brother completely. But back to more pleasant subjects, the rodeo must have been a sight to see! Did you get any bubbly pies? I'm sad I missed out on some good betting. Hopefully they will have others in the future we can go to together and we can find a few dark nooks together.

Give Apa all the love for the wonderful nuzzles that he gives when he drops off your notes, although sometimes Banshee will get annoyed at him if he lingers, but I don't mind because it's the closest I can come to your caress right now. I must go my dearest love, I am trying to eat my lunch at the same time, but that is the life of a Candidate, and hopefully soon, a rider.

Till once again I am in your arms, I am forever

Your Xanthee

With a mental call, Xan rolls up the hide into a tight scroll and wraps a small piece of leather cord around it to tie it off in a bow neatly. Above her head, Banshee pops into the Living Cavern, with a much subdued, for her anyway, croon as the green wings down to land on her humanpet's shoulder.

Reaching up to give her a couple of soft scritches she projects a picture of Mal to her firelizard who cheeps in recognition, she is very familiar with the Miner by now. "And make sure he knows how much I'm missing him, ok?" She says as she projects an image of Banshee giving him head rubs. Again, the green acknowledges her understanding and reaches a leg out for the scroll.

Making sure the green has a good grip on it, she sends Banshee on her way before turning back to her lunch to finish it in short order before she begins the work she has planned for the afternoon. Maybe she'll take her things to the Galleries and work while watching the eggs.

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