Who

Ibrahim, Th'res

What

Ibrahim is just getting off work, Th'res is just getting started; they share a brief moment of conversation in the Living Caverns.

When

Early morning at Southern Weyr

Where

Living Caverns, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 15 Jun 2018 05:00

 

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Living Caverns

Grand and spacious, the cavern curves high aloft in 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 the sideboard, long trestles that seem oriented to providing for the Weyr's youngest. The rich blue of Azov can be seen from a distance in good weather, when the heavy stone doors covering the entrance are allowed to stand open.


Mornings are made for two things really, sleeping in with your love, and food. Since Th'res has been denied the first (thank you F'kan) the red headed man is eating his emotions. Food is stacked high on his plate as he eats rapidly. He has a full days work set out next to him on a chair and what looks like lots of drills planed.

Mornings are also made of torture for those who seem inclined to the night: as the sun's brilliance is denied in favor of cold and damp. Ibrahim wanders in, fresh from the bath and yawning sleepily. Klah, he simply must have or he shall perish. But oh look, he's at least awake enough to wear a shirt indoirs, even if it's unbuttoned, along with loose trousers. Still no on the shoes though. Klah secured, he'll just stand nesr the hearth, drinking in the scent and taste of it.

Th'res looks up at his friend saying "You are up early, thought you didn't like to get out of bed till at least mid day?" he isn't really sour but his tone is probably lost as he is shoveling food down his gullet. He glances down at the work half trying to read and eat at the same time.

"Mm." Ibrahim mumbles around his next mouthful of klah, wandering smoothly over to Th'res and inviting himself to sit-down at the table. Th'res totally wanted company this morning, right? Right! "Had the overnight in the infirmary. Someone — " (Varden, Ibrahim is not looking at you.) " — discovered I prefer nights to days." Curses. Now he'll have to find another way to get his free fun time in. He'll sweep his hand over the mountain of food and work, lifting a brow inquiingly: "What's all this?"

Th'res shrugs as he eats "just catching up on work things, seems most of my wing has gotten a bit laxed about stuff lately and I need to tighten the reigns." Because really mr all work and no play, skipped the work part when Talya was around. Now that she is gone though he is back with vengeance, looking at you too D'ex.

"Ah, you've been naughty, Wingsecond. Shirking duty to play?" Ibrahim's eyes sparkle with mischief over the rim of his cup. "Fie, sir. You must not do such things." He sips at his klah again, dignified as a Lady Holder, before he lowers the cup to study Th'res carefully. "How does this whole wingsecond thing work, anyway?"

Th'res leans back and shrugs "Not much of it going to be happening now…" He mumbles before taking his mug and drinking form it. Looking at Ibrahim he says "Well mostly M'noq gives out orders and such and I make sure they get done. Also keeping track of the wing and anything to do with health and performance." There is probably more that Th'res does but he won't go into that.

An eyebrow twitch suggests startlement, even as the abrupt way Ibrahim sits up. "Why not?" He asks sofly, concerned and frowning. Clearly, he doesn't like this turn of events for his friend. "Ah. I see." And clearly he does see, though it remains to be seen whether he approves or not — as long as the structure works, he's disinclined to voice criticism.

Th'res tilts his head at Ibrahim "she got searched man, and I am not going to be the one that messes up her shot here." Maybe because he is already drawing parallels between Xan and F'kan when he was a candidate, he seems more focused and a bit on edge about it. He takes another drink before saying "You still wanting to go on that fishing trip?"

"Well, hell," Ibrahim comiserates, setting his cup firmly on the table. "Of course not." The idea that Th'res is in any way like F'kan is laughable: the redheaded wingsecond is simply much too much the gentleman to try and take advantage of a lady. "Hmm, I rather think you could use a trip away for a bit. As soon as you can get away, brother, we shall go."

Th'res nods and grins "Sounds good." He finishes the last of that mountain of food he was eating and then says "If you will excuse me I need to go and get these fellows back into shape.. And if you see F'kan back at that wilding camp tell him he better not be late for work.." Noo he isn't holding grudge at all.. well maybe a little.

Ibrahim chuckles, almost maliciously. Did Th'res intend to embarrass the brownrider? Because Ibra is the worst possible messenger for that poor boy. "I will." Possibly via firelizard shrieking in his ear. "See you around." And it's back to drinking All The Klah as he contemplates this new mischief.

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