Z'bor, Syrianna


Z'bor catches an apprentice with her pet in the Living Caverns. Sorry Syrianna, no canines allowed!


-- On Pern --
It is 4:33 PM where you are.
It is afternoon of the first day of the twelfth month of the thirteenth turn of the 12th pass.
In Igen:
It is the first day of Winter and 70 degrees. The small dark cloud has grown rapidly over night, covering the blue sky. It blows a furious rush of stirring wind. In a moment, the daylight is gone as visibility plummets. The clouds of stinging sand mercilessly flog all living things as the air itself turns against you. Every living thing chokes on sand and dust before escaping inside.
In Southern:
It is the first day of Summer and 108 degrees. It is a bright, sunny day.
In Southern Mountains:
It is the first day of Summer and 28 degrees. It's really damn cold out.


Southern Weyr, Living Caverns

OOC Date 08 May 2018 06:00


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"Excuse me miss, Miss, Hi there!"


Living Caverns

Grand and spacious, the cavern curves high aloft in naturally-vaulted ceiling that soothes any sense of claustrophoba. 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.

PT is hungry work, and after a double session out in the jungle with his wing, Z'bor is practically ravenous. The greenriding Serval member strides into the living caverns in full leathers, saving the helmet, and takes a glance around with bright, active brown eyes. A ruffle of his hand thorugh his hair, and he's off towards the side tables and a hearty meal, which he'll haul to a mug of klah before turning to look for a seat in the busy cavern.

Syrianna comes into the living caverns about that time herself. She is wearing the simple clothing that marks her as a herder apprentice, senior apprentice by her knot. Her real pale skin does make her stand out just a little bit, well that and the massive white canine that follows her in. The canine has a singed ear, "I told you that the firelizards weren't chew toys." she shakes her head a bit. "Only way you are going to learn." she chuckles a little, and then glances around. The canine doesn't seem to look like it even heard or understood her. She smiles as the canine whines at her, "Yes, you can have a small snack too." she shakes her head a bit again. She stops, doesn't want to run into anyone else walking into the caverns after all.

Z'bor has just spotted a prime place to sit and is headed for it when he spots the girl and the canine enter the living caverns. Damn it. And He was looking forward to a hot meal too. Sighing though, he sets his food down in the spot and sets a firelizard to watching his plate, it had better not be cleared before he gets back. He hates doing this, but, if Headwoman Ardstelle were to see a canine in her Living Caverns she'd lose her mind. It just simply isn't allowed. So, the greenriding WingSecond approaches the girl with a professional smile on his face and a wave to get her attention. "Excuse me miss, Miss, Hi there!" Z'bor gives a slight bow. "Z'bor, rider of green Ozriath, Serval Wingsecond. I hate to start a conversation this way, but your canine friend can't be in the living caverns. The only 'pets' allowed in here are firelizards miss. He/She will have to wait outside or be taken home." He looks a bit anxious to be approaching the woman about this, but it's sort of one of his jobs to help keep the headwoman happy and well…

The teen turns and looks at the rider. Her eyes go a bit wide. She still isn't that used to running into the riders and all. She stares for a moment and then a flush creeps up her cheeks, "Oh, its alright, I guess I missed someone telling me that when I first arrived." She looks just a bit embaressed, "Sorry about that Z'bor, rider of Ozriath." she turns and faces the canine, "Shimmer." she says simply. She says it two more times before the canine sits and looks up at her. "Go home, I will bring you a treat. Go Home." she actually has to say the command a few times before the canine does stand and turn to plod its way out of the caverns. It looks like it is heading towards the crafters area. She turns back to the rider, "Sorry again." she flushes once more.

Z'bor gives a respectful bow of his head. "No worries, if you are new here we can look over it this time, but just keep it in mind for future reference. "Our headwoman will thank you for keeping it in mind. I'll get out of your way and let you eat now, I just figured I would catch you before someone else did." Because Z'bor is awesome and nice like that. "Have a good evening Miss…." He trails off when he realises he knows the canine's name, but not his owner's.

Syrianna smiles a little, "Senior Herder Apprentice Syrianna." she says and gives a bit of a curtsey. She nods her head, "I will do my best to keep him out of here. He has a mind of his own most of the time, but I guess that is what you get from a wilf born canine." she smiles a little and then does nod, "Food is always a good idea."

Better a wild canine than a wild feline, in Z'bor's book. He'd much rather deal with the lupine than the feline. "Well met Apprentice Syrianna. I wish you luck." Z'bor is about to go back to his food when he realises he forgot something at the sideboards. "Or I'll walk with you…forgot something." He smiles crookedly and shoves a hand through his hair, revealing the scars that reach from his forehead, into the dark locks of his hair.

Syrianna nods her head and smiles. "Well met to you as well," she says and then heads over to gather a plate of morsels. "I am sure it will be fine, he just has a mind of his own sometimes. After all we tried to return him to the wild but he kept coming back."

Z'bor shrugs. Animals can be funny that way sometimes, or so he's heard. The closest thing to a pet Z'bor has ever had is a firelizard, and well, the stuffed canine H'ris brought back for him on one of his turndays. He grabs up a couple of sweetrolls and some fruit and turns back towards his table. "You're welcome to join me if you like, it can be hard to find seating in here." And just Syrianna's luck, there's an empty seat next to Z'bor's, which his lizard keeps open by sitting atop it. His human pet gets two chairs, y'see?

Syrianna nods and smiles, "Thank you." she offers and then heads that way after getting a glass of juice to wash things down with. "Still getting used to the weyr have not been here very long." She follows to the table at that point.

Z'bor smiles. "Where did you transfer in from?" Z'bor is always interested in learning where people come from, havign grown up on ships, and having spent most of his life on a dragon, he's met many a different sort of person and despite his shyness of old, he's always liked hearing stories from other places, other people's experiences. And besides that, why have a dinner partner and no conversation?

Syrianna settles down and then cocks her head to the side. "Southern Barrier Hold." she offers. "I was born there. That is where I found Shimmer injured as a pup and nursed him back to health. The silly thing won't leave me now." She shakes her head, "So hot here." Apparently that is why she is so pale.

Z'bor chuckles and shakes his head. "Not near as hot here as it is up in the northern desert areas, I quite appreciate the humid heat here." Z'bor shivers and looks decidedly unhappy at mention of the Southern Barrier Hold. "How could you live there? It gets too damn cold." Now who's looking pale? Z'bor is. Even mention of the bone deep chill felt at the hold and the man is grumpy. It's no secret this green riding surfer of a man hates the cold and anything to do with it.

Syrianna shrugs, "Was born there really never knew any different. Though I think I am glad I was forced to transfer." She looks around "Much nicer here. And there are dragons." she grins as she says that.

Z'bor chuckles. "Aye, there are definitely dragons." Z'bor tucks into his food at this point, not wanting his meal to get cold. He's super quiet while he does, militant in the way he eats as a WIngSecond generally has a pretty busy schedule and eating time is short. Once he's done, he'll give Syrianna a polite bow, excusing himself to his after dinner duties. He'll stroll out as happy as he strolled in, hopefully with no one mad at him for barring pets.

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