Who

Rocio, D'wane

What

Even with the summer heat, stew is still on the menu at the Nighthearth. D'wane and Rocio make alternate arrangements.

When

It is sunset of the twenty-fifth day of the first month of the fourteenth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Southern Weyr - The Nightheart

OOC Date 25 May 2018 05:00

 

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"I'mma be wearin' a bathin' suit this time."


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Nighthearth

A comfortable nook, this natural extension of the living room is cozily attired with overstuffed chairs and a couple of well-worn loveseats. All have been covered in various shades of green, giving the very incongruous appeal of a miniature forest hidden away inside… a grove of man-made proportion. Fish stews and spicy white-wherry chili are often kept hot on the minor hearths east and west of the main, for those whose hours defy when meals are kept. Ornate, the largest hearth towers high, rich with carving and utilitarian in fashion: it holds court by providing the weyr with rich klah, the air thick with the scent of cinnamon wafting.


There are no sympathy cards, Turnday cards, or hides of poetry strewn about the nighthearth at the moment. Not this evening. Instead, there is a Weyrlingmaster sitting on one of the big comfy chairs appearing as though she has just been in the baths. Rocio's blonde hair is damp and let loose and she's currently dressed in shorts and a tank top. Somewhere on the floor are sandals. It's hot. There's no escaping some level of heat when it's over 100 degrees outside, right? At the moment, she looks as though she is contemplating food. Or maybe just a tall glass of ice cold water.

D'wane has absolutely no judgement for anybody that's short on clothes today, aside from deeming it an excellent idea that everybody should follow through with. The Weyrsecond is currently standing at the 'hearth, clad only in a pair of shorts and his own flipyfloppy sandals. His contemplation of the offerings on hand just ends with a loud uuugh of disappointment as he turns around. "Why do we even have that thing going at the moment?" Asked to the ceiling, mostly. Or anybody who might answer.

"Are they servin' stew tonight?" Rocio catches that comment from D'wane and glances over at him, trying not to groan. "Why on Faranth's green Pern do they serve the hottest possible stuff on a night like this?" That's probably why nothing seems very appealing to her at the moment. Maybe she should just get a glass of ice water. This is one of those moments when she notes the Weyrsecond in nothing but shorts and sandals — ain't nobody gonna judge for going shirtless tonight! "I just came from the baths and I feel like I gotta rinse off again it's so shardin' hot up in here." Griping? Only a little.

"Stew, stew and more stew," D'wane confirms as he drops himself into one of those seats nearby Rocio, first making sure there aren't any hides hiding in the seat. "Think it's a conspiracy in the kitchens to have that cooking all out here, instead of back there? Some cold, previously roasted wherry would hit the spot right about now…" D'wane's almost licking his lips at the thought. "But nooooo. Ain't using the ovens for much of anything lately." Just the hearth, clearly. The man notes Rocio's damp hair and nods. "If you didn't have work to do, probably be better to spend time sitting under the waterfall instead of the baths."

Rocio shakes her head while D'wane makes his assumption about the kitchen conspiracy and then straightens while sitting in the chair, patting her nonexistent pockets for something. "Just say the word, D'wane, and I'mma go out and rid the world of one less wherry…" A jest, that. Mostly. "Since we can't rely on the kitchen staff tonight." She considers his suggestion of sitting underneath a waterfall instead of the baths and then leans back in the chair again, lifting and folding her legs onto the cushion. She's comfortable now and leans upon an elbow on the armrest while knuckles prop against her temple. "I'm mighty tempted to do that. Tonight would actually be a good night to find a cliff overlookin' the Azov and camp out." She says this like she has the perfect spot already in mind. "Thankfully, I ain't got work that can't be put off til tomorrow."

D'wane eyes the greenriding weyrlingmaster after the jest as if he's seriously considering that but then shrugs. "Even if we got the wherry, we'd still have to either convince the kitchens to cook it and wait, or cook it ourselves." He shakes his head at both options. "Probably be easier just to pop up to Southern Barrier or High Reaches." Plenty of snow to beat the heat in both places! He does raise an eyebrow at the mention of camping out. "Ohhh? P'quil not trying to shove as many last minute tidbits as he can think of into your head before Rhiscorath's clutch hatches?" Those candidates are trickling in. And eggs are hardening. Pretty soon, weyrlingmasters will have plenty of work to do!

There's a grin for D'wane's practical workflow after the wherry hunt and Rocio would go out and dispatch one if he actually wanted her to. Why? Because no one has to tell her twice to gear up and go on a hunt. She shakes her head again, "Nah. I got things pretty much under control, and I ain't above takin' full advantage of my free time whenever I got it." Which would be tonight and part of tomorrow morning provided there are no emergencies between now and then. The Barrier Hold is then considered and she allows her gaze to drift toward the hearth and the bazillion stew pots. "Ain't been to the Hold in a moon's age. For you, goin' back home to High Reaches sounds like a better plan. I'd think."

If D'wane truly wanted a wherry, Rocketh would probably oblige as well with the hunting. Bagging a freshly killed wherry isn't the problem tonight, more the edible one without going through the effort of firing up the ovens. No chicken sashimi here either please! The bronzerider stretches back in his chair at the mention of freetime and gives a bit of a sigh. "Yeah… but with Tsiroth tied to the sands, Rock and I kind of need to be here. Plus, a lot of work Va'os can't do been piling up." Sure, reports can be done while watching eggs as good as anything else. But not drills! "Plus, my folks are from a tiny cothold. Send marks back to them regular, but don't feel right to spring unexpected visits on 'em."

Rocio moves her hand to cup the side of her face and chin as she continues to lean on that propped elbow. She glances over at D'wane again and looks amused at all of those excuses to not find relief in colder climes. "Well shut up and suffer with me then." Clearly joking she doesn't poke the bear in case the heat makes him cranky. Or crankier. "I s'pose the hidework's gotta get done when it needs to get done." Which makes her grateful that she has atleast a little time to herself should she want to bail out of her weyr and head north. There's a memory from a previous conversation that she's had with him about his family at High Reaches and she nods after it surfaces in her mind. "That's good of ya to keep lookin' out for 'em."

"Hey, at least the extra work getting thrown at me is cause Va'os is on the sands and not me!" D'wane grins a bit as he's a little too joyous at someone else being subjected to that torture. If anything, the heat is making him lazy rather than cranky as the man eyes the line up of stew. "I guess if we got some bowls and let 'em sit, eventually it wouldn't be torture to eat them, right?" He tilts his head towards the hearth. He nods about family. "Yeah… they're the only one I got. Gotta look out for them."

"Might not wanna point and laugh too loud, D'wane. 'Cause I'm pretty sure our junior queen is due to rise aaaany time now." Which could mean that both Weyrleader and Weyrsecond could be married to the sands for a while. Rocio snickers at the thought and then shrugs her shoulders. "Unless Rocketh is only interested in chasin' sassy greens and ain't that interested in chasin' golds." It's entirely possible — some bronzes haven't a strong preference! A hand waves at the idea of having some stew right now. "Go ahead if'n you want some. I'm just gonna continue gripin' and debatin' a trip to the Hold. Or waterfall." Apparently the heat isn't making her that ambitious, either.

D'wane gives a groan as Rocio points out the very obvious about Zymuraith's current state. "I've been trying to forget about that. Though Rocketh keeps reminding me ohhh… about every five minutes." If it glows, that particular bronze is interested in it. Sorry, Niamyth. Not the only lady that caught his eye! As for the stew, D'wane half hauls himself out of the chair but then collapses back in. Apparently the motivation for stew ends there. "Ahhhh, a trip to the Hold I might be able to convince is 'weyr business'. Or we got some waterfalls down here…" But moving. Both of those require moving and the heat and humid makes staying put seem so much better.

Niamyth does not take offense to Rocketh's wandering eye — she has plenty of blues to keep her entertained! Rocio watches the mountain of a man slump back into the chair after a half hearted attempt to get up and move. "Since you're already dressed for the waterfall, that seems like a pretty easy decision to make." She swings her legs from the comfy chair and plants barefeet on the floor like she's about to make the same attempt at standing up. For now, she scoots to the edge of the chair and considers the offer she's about to make. "If you wanna, I know a few places most folk don't know about." Because they're probably not the only ones with the idea of paying a visit to a waterfall! "I mean. If'n ya got a ton of hidework, I get it. But, man. That cool water is soundin' pretty good to me, I dunno about you."

"I may have been stocking up on hidework to pass off the hide work the moment a certain someone complains of being bored…" D'wane is planning on this just a little bit too much. Risky move considering that glowing junior still means the possibility of him getting in the same straights. He raises an eyebrow at Rocio's offer. "I dunno… as good as it sounds, I seem to remember someone being concerned their pa would get the wrong idea about me thinking you're just good for your assets…" He still remembers that lecture all too well!

"D'wane." Rocio deadpans his name. "I'mma be wearin' a bathin' suit this time." The grin that follows is wry and she lifts her shoulders into a shrug. "Besides, Rodric ain't gotta know everythin'." Leaning a bit to locate her sandals on the floor, the greenrider slips her feet into them and stands up with a little less bounce this time — it's just too freakin' hot for any burst of energy right now. "Meet me in the bowl in a half candlemark if you wanna go." That'll give the man plenty of time to find some decent food and she'll be able to gather up a two-piece to cover said assets. "And if I don't see ya, have a good night 'kay?" There's a half grin given to D'wane right before Rocio makes her way through the living cavern and then out into the bowl. One way or another, she's gonna cool off.

D'wane listens intently when his name is said, cause as tiny as Rocio might be relatively speaking, he really tries to do his best to avoid get cornered in libraries by angry yelling women. It just seems to happen. "That's what I told you the first time…" About Rodric not needing to know everything, but since she seems serious enough about the offer, D'wane's sold on the waterfall idea! Look, he's even getting up out of the chair himself. Not quickly, but he's still up. "Half a candlemark." He nods. And provided there isn't some sort of catastrophic emergency between now and then, the weyrsecond will be there. Complete with a basket of some sort of cheese and cold cuts he manages to talk out of someone!

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