Who

Alyna, K'rev

What

Alyna is doing hidework when she takes a break to discuss wing choices with a weyrling, K'rev.

When

It is afternoon of the twenty-fifth day of the first month of the seventeenth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Archive Library

OOC Date 21 May 2019 04:00

 

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"Now, did you want to try that greeting again, weyrling?"


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Archive Library

Where once books reigned supreme, this open space is now dominated by a stalwart skybroom reaching to the sky through a broken ceiling. What was once evidence of collapse is now ornately carved with engraved ivy, matched by a clever contraption of stone that allows the gap to be closed in inclement weather. A small garden occupies the space around the tree-trunk, all manicured bushes and flowering shrubbery enclosed by a grated gutter. The walls are lined with bookcases, while a spiral staircase leans on the western wall to wind upwards to the second level. Tucked in the corners and scattered in the main areas are tables and chairs, cafe-style, and comfortably worn overstuffed armchairs. It is the perfect place for individuals to gather, to enjoy the offerings of the food-cart or a spirited conversation.


A child of the sun, it's not often one finds Alyna indoors in such weather, even on the hottest days, her skin golden tanned from heat to toe a testament to her strict sunbathing routine. Dressed in her usual summer wear when not on duty, which is a pair of short shorts, that show off a fair bit of leg, the left one sporting a nasty score from hip to ankle, and a peasant top cropped to show off her midriff with short sleeves pulled down her shoulders, the blonde Ocelot wingsecond has taken over a table with hidework that she is currently frowning over.

Footsteps herald an arrival. Walking in, looking disheveled is K'rev, the young brownling of Catmint, Rider of Mnaranth. He walks up to a table and takes a chair, almost not realizing anyone else was there, but he spots alyna. She seems busy though, he seems to waver on whether to say anything or not. He contents himself with leaning back and stretching out as much as possible. His skin is finally starting to tan a bit, and he looks hot, and parched, breathing slightly faster than normal with a slack jaw and mouth partially open.

Busy indeed, but that doesn't mean Alyna isn't completely unaware of what's going on in her periphery. A quick flick of her cool blue eyes up at the brownrider identifies him, sees he looks mostly harmless then returns to her hidework, running a stylus down the current one until she finds the statistic she's looking for, then scribbling it on a scrap by her elbow. But it's when he starts to breathe faster that the greenrider cocks her head to one side to look up at him with a strained grin on her face, "You ok there kid? Need a drink or something?" she bobs her head meaningfully in the direction of the refreshments cart.

Smiling slightly at Alyna, he gets up slowly, and heads in the direction she indicates. He fills his belt flask with some sort of juice or other and sips from it. He probably didn't realize how thirsty he was, because he starts chugging, then stops, sloshes the flask around, closes it and reattaches it to his belt. He grabs a light pastry and goes back to his table. "Name's K'rev", he says, glancing in the greenrider's direction. It comes out in a gruff way, and he takes another drink. He virtually inhales the pastry, licking the crumbs left over from the sweet confection from his lips when he finishes.

Watching him fetch a drink from under her lashes, Alyna narrows her gaze in his direction thoughtfully before turning back to her work. Some more scribbling and she moves onto the next hide in the pile. She's almost forgotten the weyrling before he speaks up with his introduction. Slowly, the greenrider tilts her head back so that she's looking at him with an overly bright smile on her face, as she leans forward, and drops her voice, "Hi K'rev, I'm Alyna, Green Haquith's and Ocelot wingsecond," her fingers flicking the knot on her shoulder, "Now, did you want to try that greeting again, weyrling?" she asks, eyes a bit narrowed in his direction, and her tone implying that he missed something rather crucial with his greeting.

Jumping back so that he nearly knocks over his chair, K'rev gets to his feet and salutes crisply, stammering, "G-g-good afternoon, Ma'am."

The way he snaps to when he realises who she is causes Alyna to chuckle wryly under her breath as she sits back in her chair to offer a nod of approval for his re-do. "Much better. Please sit down and finish your snack. You look like a growing boy," emphasis on "boy". I swear they keep getting younger and younger. « Or you're getting older. » You shut your mouth, if I'm old, so are you! The brief vagueness that overcame Alyna's features fades as she offers him another crooked smile. "Well you're trainable at least, that's something," she considers, mostly to herself as she takes up her stylus to scribble another note on her scrap of hide.

Having to turn around and grab the chair, as it skittered half a foot or so back when he jumped out of it, K'rev re-seats himself and demurely takes another sip from his drink, then sits there, seemingly at a loss of what to do or say next. At least he doesn't look so flushed anymore from the heat.

"I don't bite, you know," Alyna says with a bit of a snort under her breath as she continues looking over the next hide, stylus skimming over the cramped writing as she does so. "So K'rev, Haquith tells me you ride a brown? Looking forward to graduating soon?" she asks without looking up from her work.

K'rev sighs, a release of the tension the awkward silence built up. "I am Ma'am", he says. "It'll be good to get into a fighting wing", he can't help but let a smile spread across his face as he speaks.

"Will it? Fighting wings are a lot more dangerous than the weyrling wing. Especially depending on which level of flight you are on," Alyna replies matter-of-factly, shrugging her shoulders lazily as she looks up at him briefly. "Any wings you hope to be tapped into?" she asks as she gets back to work, seemingly having no problems with multi-tasking while holding down a conversation.

"I… haven't put a lot of thought into it. I figure the Wingleaders and Wingseconds will be watching us to see how well we fly and decide where we end up going." K'rev says, his expression passive as he goes on.

"Oh yeah, we do that," Alyna confirms with a bob of her head in his direction, "Been watching you all for awhile, all ninety-whatever of you." Not to make him paranoid or anything. Propping her elbows up on the table in front of her, she smirks in his direction, "But I haven't known many weyrlings who didn't have a secret pick they were really hoping to get tapped to." She lifts her near white brows in his direction speculatively.

K'rev ponders the situation, "I would say Jaguar, We can last a fall for sure, no problem. I'm sure that's why we had to do all those wing stretches. My dragon doesn't do damn fool things", he takes a breath and smirks, continuing, "Or at least, not that often. I heard about one of the queens chewing firestone of all things", he can't help but snort at that.

"Jaguar's a good choice, my weyrmate flies with them," Alyna replies with a soft smile in the young brownrider's direction. "Although I hear the new Weyrleader is a hard task master," she adds with a hint of something more to her tone, but she decides to keep her mouth shut for now on that subject. "A sensible dragon is a boon…and did she really? Wow…"

"it is for sure. I don't have to be after him like some of my other clutch sibs do." Krev, after finishing, takes a deep breath and sips the rest of his drink.

"Sounds like a bonus in my book," Alyna shrugs as she turns back to her hidework momentarily before looking back at him, "But don't look too harshly at those with troublesome lifemates, they sometimes make the best fighters." she drops a wink at that, inferring that she might have personal experience with a dragon who is less than biddable. Glancing over at the candle that marks the time, she sighs heavily and begins ordering her hides up in front of her. "Gotta scoot and get my son from the playroom for supper. I was nice meeting you K'rev. Hope you're happy with whatever wing you end up in." A casual salute is tipped in his direction before she gathers the hides into her arms and heads off towards the inner caverns.

Standing up a little more gracefully this time, K'rev pushes in his chair, gives Alyna another salute and thanks her before turning towards the door and heading out.

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