Who

M'noq, Sienna

What

Two meet, who have a friend in common.

When

It is midmorning of the tenth day of the third month of the thirteenth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Living Cavern, Kitchens, Central Bowl, Igen Weyr

OOC Date 10 Feb 2018 06:00

 

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Living Caverns

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.


It's a lovely spring day, and if you have to be in Igen, it's one of those days when M'noq doesn't mind being here. The brownrider doesn't make it to Igen often except on quick visits with his sister, and now that having concluded, he swings by the living cavern for a quick cup of klah before heading back. Unfortunately, today he ends up in a debate with one of the assistant cooks. "I'm telling you, half the klah pitchers are empty and the other half are cold. How tough is it to brew another pot? Yes, I know it's the middle of the day…."

As if on cue, Sienna sweeps out of the kitchens carrying two hot pitchers of klah. "Jizelle, here we are!" she sing-songs, edging in front of M'noq with a quick smile and 'excuse me' to set them down and sweep the empty and cold pitchers onto a tray, scooping up the tray, and waltzing back towards the kitchens, humming under her breath with curls bouncing.

M'noq is actually surprised that his difficulty was resolved so easily. "Oh. Thank you," he says, and he gives the woman a second glance, and then even a third after he fills his mug with steaming hot klah. Having watched her disappear into the kitchens, he follows, curious. Did he see a rider's knot? Surprising. "So, this is what it takes to get fresh brewed klah around here? Just checking, in case I need some next time I visit."

Sienna looks up and over from where she's elbows deep in sudsy water, scrubbing the old klah pots. "Hmm? All you have to do is ask nicely," she says with another wide smile, "and we'll get to it as soon as we can. We're a little backed up today, because there was a crafter's breakfast this morning, but we're catching up." Indeed, the kitchens are bustling with cleaning as well as preparing for the next meal.

M'noq thinks on that for a moment, wondering if he had said something in a weird tone that had somehow offended the girl Jizelle. Finally he shrugs. "Fine. I'll keep it in mind for next time. Usually it's the candidates who treat every request as a special favor." Another pause. "You need help, then? With the dishes?" He has a free afternoon, so he's not in that much of a hurry to get back to Southern.

Sienna pauses to give him a quizzical look. "It wasn't a special favor. Hot klah should be on the tables at all times. We just got a little behind, is all." Then, another quick and easy smile pulls at her lips. "Feel free!" she says, gesturing to the sink beside hers, filled with slightly soapy water for rinsing.

M'noq slides off his riding jacket and hangs it on a hook near the door probably in place for aprons and such. He rolls up his sleeves and joins her at the sink, prepared to help out with whatever scrubbing or rinsing is necessary. "I'm M'noq, by the way. Brown Ravaith's. Too bad you're stuck inside on such a nice day, when the weather finally seems to be turning around."

Sienna laughs lightly, shaking her head to push some curls away from her face. "I volunteered to help out. I was a Baker before my Search, so I try to get into the kitchens whenever I can. I'm Sienna. Kehemath's." Since her hands are soapy, she offers a little elbow bump by way of hello. "I'll probably get out later though. Kehemath needs to stretch her wings."

It wasn't the elbow bump, but the woman's name that makes M'noq almost drop and shatter a cleanly rinsed klah pitcher. "Sienna?" he echoes. "You're Sienna? Shells, I've heard so much about you over the last couple of Turns but hadn't met you, I was beginning to think you were a myth! Sorry, that almost sounds creepy. I'm K'vvan's weyrmate. He says he comes back to Igen visit you and the kids on occasion."

Sienna blinks in surprise, and then laughs. "I'd be okay with being a myth," she says, good naturedly. But then there's a more serious moment, as she studies the brown rider for a long time, eyes half unfocused. Then her smile and easy nature returns. "I'm pleased to meet you."

M'noq looks a little embarrassed at the stream of words he just directed at her. For a bit he just works on dishes, though he still sneaks looks over at her while she's talking. "Pleased to meet you too. K'vvan considers you to be one of his closest friends. So of course he never brought me to meet you." Wry amusement in his voice. "He tells me about things that happened here at Igen, and they seem like things that would have happened to an entirely different person."

M'noq concentrates on dishes for a couple moments before answering. "Well, he seems like he has his shit together now. I know he struggled a lot here." The rinsed dishes are starting to pile up, so M'noq grabs a towel to begin to dry them. "Sorry, I guess it's boring to spend all our time talking about someone else. You doing well? You have a couple of kids, right? Twins?"

Sienna chuckles, shaking her head a little firmly. "No, no. It's good to hear about him. I'm glad he's doing better. It's hard to tell, sometimes, with him, you know. Getting what he's /really/ feeling…" She offers a faint smile and steps back, drying off her hands. "Come on," she says, reaching for his hand. Soap or not, and without asking. "We need to go to the bowl."

M'noq returns her smile with a wry one of his own. "True. That's one thing about him that hasn't changed." Dishes are mostly dried, so he leaves the towel on the counter as Sienna grabs his hand. "Sure," he says. It isn't like washing dishes is his favorite thing or anything. "Is it… Kehemath?" he asks, only a slight hesitation as he double-checks the green's name with Ravaith.

Sienna leads him quickly through the caverns and out to the bowl, where her green is slinking along the shadows that are gathered against the bowl wall. Sienna doesn't approach though, not yet. She lets his hand go and looks to her lifemate. "Don't make any sudden moves," she whispers to M'noq. That's not worrisome advice, right?

Sienna stays beside him at least? Kehemath settles to her belly in the shadows, staring at him with slowly swirling eyes, yellow flecked with red. The tip of her tail twitches and she shifts, a low rumble emanating from her throat. "It's okay," Sienna whispers, "she's just protective of K'vvan and Nadeeth."

Suddenly, M'noq isn't that worried, as he understands what is happening. "Oh. Well, I'm always very appreciative of K'vvan's good friends who are protective of him," he tells the green. "I'm certain he is lucky to have you." And by now, Ravaith has slipped up beside them, just investigating in case something interesting is happening. The brown gives a rumble of greeting to the green, just a tad protective himself over M'noq.

Kehemath ignores the brown, though he might pick up on the shadowy forest of her thoughts and the sound of rain dripping from dying leaves. Her tail twitches again as she stares at M'noq, and then she begins to slowly crawl forward, belly against the ground. Inhaling deeply through her nostrils, she seeks his scent.

Ravaith lowers his head to the green's level, investigating as well. His thoughts are a map's parchment and the metalic tang of ink, drawing an entire landscape around them. M'noq is focused for the time being on the green, just a tinge of nervousness starting in as she begins to creep towards him. "Ah… you're sure she's not annoyed with me, is she?" he asks Sienna in whispered aside.

Sienna doesn't answer right away. Reassuring, no? "Pretty sure," she murmurs under her breath as the green continues to move closer, sniffing in M'noq's direction. Then she pauses, lifting her head to /stare/ at Ravaith. Sniff, sniff…and then a mighty, undignified sneeze. Her entire body shakes, wings to tail, and Sienna laughs.

The sneeze makes M'noq laugh hard, and he clutches his stomach. Ravaith looks personally offended, as if the sneeze was something that was a personal affront to his dignity. "All right," M'noq says, trying to cool both dragons. "We've all had our introductions now, so we can all be good friends, right?" He turns to Sienna. "I'm glad I ran into you and we were able to talk a bit. Come visit us in Southern sometime. I know K'vvan would love to see you anytime."

Kehemath is insulted, snorting and slinking back to the shadows while Sienna controls her giggles. "I'm glad I was finally able to meet you too, M'noq. And I will try to visit soon."

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