Midmorning in Southern on a spring day that feels fair like summer: unsurprisingly, there are a fair share of natives that have fled the swelter and sunlight to seek a cooler location indoors. The scar-faced weyrlingmaster is among those seeking sanctuary inside, settled at the end of one of the communal tables to the side of the library. There's a tall iced klah sweating perilously close to a tall stack of hides, but he seems to be ignoring both in favor of reading a small, leather-backed book. The pages are yellowed: it's obviously very old by how the man handles it gently, almost gingerly.

Another day, another errand for Selaine as she makes another trip down to Southern. She's thankful for a chance to escape yet another sandstorm, in any case. Having completed her errand, the young greenrider pursues a trip to the Archives during her spare time. It being her first time there, it was rather interesting to find that she was able to purchase a drink before searching for a good book to read. Startling blue eyes search the bookcases as Selaine slowly makes her way around. Not being careful, she accidentally bumps into the end of one table just as she makes a turn, causing an iced klah to wobble perilously. Quick reflexes catch the glass just before it spills its contents onto the stack of hides with a sigh of relief. "Sorry about that…" she quickly apologizes to whomever is sitting there.. and it's none other than K'ane. "Oh!" The greenrider immediately recognizes her weyrlingmaster. "Good morning, sir." Selaine greets with a salute.

A good thing that Selaine has quick reflexes — because K'ane himself seems far more interested in saving the book he's reading than the hides next to that glass, the weyrlingmaster fetching the former up against his chest protectively. His blue eyes swivel over and upwards to the young greenrider, and rather than seem annoyed he has a quick-flickered smile: "Nice catch, Selaine," he returns to her, recalling her name from his time at Igen. "I'd hate t'have ruined my actual work here…" Still holding the book with one hand, he reaches out with his other to move that stack of hides farther away from that glass of klah. "What brings y'into this neck of the woods?" he questions her, gesturing to a chair in case she's time to join him.

"Thank you, sir." Selaine replies with a small grin, and glad that he remembered her name even. "And I would have likely been traumatized if your work was ruined because of me." There's a light laugh with just a hint of seriousness as she takes a seat in the offered chair. The greenrider likely would have done what she could to make up for it in any case had the klah ruined the hides. "Just some deliveries." Selaine responds in regards to his question. "And to escape the sandstorm… " There's a slight wrinkle in her brow. "It's quite brutal right now." she comments, leaning her elbows on the table with a light sigh.

"Ain't nothin' that couldn't be redone," K'ane easily returns as to the state of his work — but notably he carefully tucks that book back into an inner jacket pocket as if to ward it off from any potential natural disasters. "Oh, yeah. Man, I can still remember them damn things," he references the sandstorms of Igen; "Do they still block people all but in wherever they're at? I always thought there should be somethin' we could have done t' make 'em more palatable, but…" He shrugs his shoulders lightly.

"Pretty much." Selaine replies with a shrug of her own. "Not much we can really do… and there's been more of them as of late." Sand, sand and more sand. It was as if that was the only thing that made up Igen. "Difficult to get anything done. Not that they haven't tried to find ways around it, with how frequent they've been." Fingers rub at her temples just thinking about it.

There's a shade of a sympathetic look for Igen's troubles — sandstorms having been only been the least of them as of late. K'ane straightens to take a sip of his neglected iced klah, and then directs another smile Selaine-wards. "And your Akitith, how does she fair these days?"

There's a soft sigh as Selaine leans back in her chair. A small smile lifts the corner of her lips at the mention of her lifemate. "She'd quite well, and just as keen as I am to be out of the sand." A light chuckle. "And your Dhioth? How has Southern been treating the two of you?"

"Well, I'm glad that Southern can lend y' a bit of succor," K'ane returns, his expression wry. "Have y' been t' see th' new shops? They are quite… crafty," he selects his word with care. All the craftpeople and crafthings. All of them! As to Dhioth's state, the man snorts with that fond contempt that people often get for relatives they've been forced to cohabitate with for a long stretch of time. "He's good. Enjoys havin' his own weyrlings, not havin' anyone tellin' him what t' do. Southern's been… I think it's been good for us."

"Yes, I have been, actually. My last rest day I did some shopping there." Selaine says as to the new craft shops, a light chuckle at his choice of words. "It's definitely got a huge variety." There were still plenty of bags she hadn't quite emptied yet from the trip. "I'm glad to hear it. And how are the weyrlings?" She asks, having heard various things and even meeting a longtime friend-turned-weyrling.

"Excellent!" K'ane states, grinning. "Glad t' hear that y'liked it. Our boardwalk's had quite a bit of… accidents." Cough. To say the least. "So it's good t' have everything under one roof, now. I love th' garden the weyrwomen put together at the front, too. Very restful. Like this." He gestures at the tree towering in the middle of the library. His face turns shadowed at the question of the weyrlings, and his smile is tight: "They're good. Mostly."

"So I've heard." Selaine nods, rumors and the like get around. "Everything there seemed quite lovely." Another nod as she looks toward the gestured tree. "It's definitely different from Igen's, that's for sure." A light laugh before turning somber at K'ane's expression. "Well, that's good to hear." Having said so, Selaine makes to stand and stretch slightly before saying, "It was really a pleasure seeing you again, sir, but Akitith reminds me that we still have other duties to attend to." Chair is pushed in and there's a salute for the Weyrlingmaster before the greenrider departs.

"Nothing ever like th' bazaar," K'ane confirms. "All of ours are crafters, too, an' I don't rightly remember a great deal of crafting-stalls at Igen — mostly all th' traders." He shrugs his shoulders, just slightly. His smile returns, and follows her as she goes to stand: "Of course. I'd hate t' keep you from your duties. Southern's respects to Igen, Selaine - it was good t' see you. Don't be a stranger." He'll offer her one wink, before returning with an ill-concealed sigh to his own work.