Xanthee writes a letter to a friend back home about all the "interesting" people she is meeting at Southern Weyr during her candidacy.


It is before dawn of the tenth day of the eleventh month of the eleventh turn of the 12th pass.


Living Cavern, Southern WEyr

OOC Date 03 Sep 2017 04:00




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.

Before even the sun has risen on over Southern Weyr, when most weyrfolk are still slumbering in their cots except for those lucky keeping the night hearth, one of those special people, who has been on the wow this is stupid early shift a lot this candidacy, is Xanthee. The irony of her spending so much time working in the Living Caverns when it was always the chores that she most avoided in her time as a weyrbrat at Igen was not lost on Xan.

But at this time of day, with the night hearth fully stocked, tables cleaned and floors swept, Xanthee finds herself in the position of not much to do. Anticipating this eventually from her extensive experience with early morning shifts, the young Igenite candidate sits down at a table where she had left some hide, ink and a pen. Picking up the latter, as she sits down, Xan ponders a moment and then puts pen to hide and starts her letter home.

How are things back in the desert? Southern Weyr is soooo different. For one, the heat here is just awful and humid, I don't think I've felt dry from the moment I arrived. And don't get me started on what it's doing to my hair, I have to constantly wear it up to keep it mostly in control. But on the upside, everything is so GREEN here. Everything! I didn't know it could be such an all encompassing color."

Stopping to pensively tap the pen on the edge of the ink well, Xanthee gathers her thoughts before continuing with the letter to one of the only people she calls a friend.

"So how are things with that hunky rider I saw you with at the Cantina that one time? Oh speaking of that night, I have been working on more poetry, I think I really have a knack for it. Anyway, what was I saying? Oh yeah! Speaking of hunky riders, you would not believe the talent her at Southern in that regards. Hot riders left and right. Yeah, I know what you are thinking, But Xan, the rules of candidacy! Well I am following them, but that doesn't mean I have suddenly gone blind either."

Another pause to refill the pen with ink.

"Just the other day, I was able to squeeze a little bit jogging along this amazing boardwalk that leads to the beach here and literally ran into this brownrider that was headed down to the beach for a swim. Oh sweet Faranth Beris, I could have melted in his sky blue eyes. Tall, and tan, muscles that go on for days but not in a bulky way, and this amazing blond hair that I just had to keep myself from touching. His name's F'kan, and he rides brown Quaverilth. So after I made a super fool of myself by not watching where I was going, he invited me to go and swim with him and his brown, so I did! And not only that, but I am sure he was flirting back with me. And as we were heading back to the Weyr, the sun was just starting to set, he put his arm around me! And there was a moment when I was sure he looked like he wanted to kiss me. I am really hoping to 'run' into him again soon."

At that moment, one of the assistant headwomen came out and glared in Xanthee's direction, waving her over "Come on now! The trays for breakfast are ready." she calls before disappearing back into the Kitchens. With a roll of her eyes she returns to her letter.

"Gotta go Beris, but let me know how you are! Hopefully I can make it back to Igen again before the Hatching. I miss that dust bowl. Take care!"

With that, Xanthee whistles softly towards where her firelizards are roosting in the rafters. Bronze Grymm opens his jeweled eyes and cheeps a reply. Calling him down, she rolls up the hide into a neat scroll, securing it with a piece of green ribbon tied securely around it. Then she gives it over to the firelizard who grips it in his talong tightly as she concentrates on a image of Beris until Grymm cheeps in acknowledgement, flits off Xan's forearm and disappears Between. With a sigh, Xanthee pushes herself to her feet and heads off to the Kitchens.

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