Who

Sovaria, K'mine, A'lira

What

K'mine's little sister drops in for a little visit.

When

It is evening of the twenty-second day of the first month of the twelfth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Living Caverns, Igen Weyr

OOC Date 27 Sep 2017 07:00

 

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Living Caverns

Dim light from hanging glow-globes cannot fully camouflage the ravages of time and neglect on Igen's busy living caverns, though hints of its former glory peek through in the decorative cuts to the cave's natural limestone and the high quality of dusty, tatty-ended tapestries. Here and there, skybroom tables — stained dark by wood finish and a decade of grime — sit in loose groups, flanked by wicker chairs with pointy, broken rattan that pokes out to invariably find unprotected skin. The seemingly randomly placed furniture, however, at closer inspection, forms a sort of cross-shape of negative space. At the northernmost walls and nooks of the caverns, a long buffet table with tarnished lazy susans hosts an array of finger-foods and pitchers for the interested, refilled occasionally by drudges that shuffle in from the curtained entrance to the south, beyond which lies the kitchens. To the east is a large arch leading outside and, across from that, to the west, a set of rattling doors that open to reveal the tunnels and stairs of the inner caverns themselves.


Outside, the weather is frightful, but the fire is — well, not quite delightful. The chill of winter permeates rock and stone, making the place but a few degrees warmer than frigid. Tea and klah are a common sight, sending spiraling columns of steam into the air before their owners, and in this, Sovaria is no exception. The young woman is clad in heavier robes of harper blue, drawn close about her as she huddles the mug close to her form. For how infrequently she drinks from it, it seems more for warmth than consumption. From table to table she wanders, scanning faces as she goes. She is a woman on a mission, by all appearances.

Being the social recluse that he is, K'mine could've just enjoyed some tea or klah in his weyr by the hearth, but he was already on the ground and Vedziyath decided she wanted to go cuddle with someone NOW. Leaving him behind, though that's par for the course for the greenrider. Tucked in the darkest corner he could fine, he sits down with elbows resting on the table and his hands wrapped around his own mug. He brings it up to his face, letting the warmth creep over his skin while those light eyes scan the pages of the notes sitting in front of him. New duties, new responsibilities. He might as well get it in now.

Sovaria seems close to calling it quits. It's cold, and all the robes in the world won't seem to stop the inevitable chill that is creeping into her bones. It's just as she beings to turn towards an exit when she spies K'mine's table, and her face breaks into a broad grin. With deliberate movement, her trajectory turns towards him — carefully, lest she disturb the large snoozing green upon her shoulder — and weaves her way through the crowd until she stands behind his shoulder, peering over. Her grin remains. "Reading something interesting…" There's a beat, and then: "Big brother?"

Big brother? What kind of crazy bullshit are kids trying to play with these days? K'mine holds his hand up, a single finger indicating HE'S NOT DONE WITH HIS SENTENCE YET, before he exhales and slowly do those eyes glance up. For a moment, the greenrider sends over a look of annoyance, staring at this stranger but… He tilts his head to the side, carefully taking in those features before him one by one. Sure, they look familiar, but the person they were once on were considerably smaller. The notes before him are slowly slid off to the side, palms planted on the table top as he carefully rises to his feet, eyes not losing contact with the haunting face in front of him. Wood scrapes on stone as his chair is pulled to the side to stand in front of… "When… How?" Disbelief.

You so don't want to know what games the kids are playing these days — they can be so RUDE. And also painful when they bark up against a tall man's shins like so many ping-pong balls. Whatever, though, A'lira's just going to plow right through one or two, shedding them like water when they try and get him to play by clinging to one leg, or a hand. Ugh, why MUST they like him. "G'wan. Do somethin' else…" He mumbles. Must have klah RIGHT NOW — oh hey, what's up with K'mine looking startled over there. A'lira senses entertainment. He swipes a cup of klah — so fresh and so steamy — from a passing drudge and offers the woman his most charming smile when she squint-eyes him for a long moment. She sniffs and moves on, smiling just a little bit. Him, she remembers. Most especially because he was always charming them out of a snack as a weyrling.

As the finger raises, Sovaria stifles a laugh. Her arms cross, an eyebrow lifts, and her chin raises a degree as she awaits his attention, patient. When finally K'mine does turn his attention to her, her grin only grows. The question — and in it, the recognition — is only just across his lips when she launches herself into his chest, small form pulling him into a tight hug. "Just this seven!" She holds him there — whether he wants to or not — for a moment longer before finally releasing him and turning her face upwards to study him. "I'm staying with the Zingari, teaching ballads." She taps the wooden case at her side, which makes a hollow sound. Emerald eyes sparkle with mirth"But that's nothing like going and getting yourself on a dragon, eh? Do they even know yet?" Turns and turns have passed, but there's still little need to explain who 'they' is between the two of them.

K'mine laughs quietly, wrapping his arms tightly around her and he rests his chin on the top of her head. "It's been so long," he says, his voice crackling ever so slightly. The edges of his mouth twitch just a little bit, the soft grin there a foreign image on his face, but it vanishes just as quickly as it appears. "Are… are any of the others with you?" Alert green eyes begin quickly scanning the room, and the greenrider holds his breath as he does this, almost peering directly over her head but when he doesn't see anyone familial, he exhales and returns his attentions. "Daleyza was sending me letters during Candidacy, she was pretty pissed. I'm sure they all know by now, I haven't bothered writing back." K'mine motions to the vacant seat beside his own and he settles back down, reaching over for his mug and now, he smiles genuinely. "I'd have you meet her but she flew off to settle down with another dragon for a while. Maybe tomorrow when we're both free. I think you'll like her."

Oh, it's a reunion of sorts. Which makes it all the likelier that A'lira will try not to pick now to be his usual overtly teasing self — no need to make poor K'mine want to strangle him in front of his sister. At least not now. Maybe later, though, he'll do his usual. But he does quietly move closer, deftly avoiding one last charge of a more persistent little girl before the little herd is gathered up by the nannies and shuffled off and away from the brownrider who has been plagued by them quite long enough. He settles down at a table nearby the two, and offers K'mine a raised eyebrow of amusement.

She shakes her head at the furtive look. Mention of Daleyza has her smile souring, but only for an instant. "That would require them to wish for anything but finding a husband," Sovaria replies with wryness. "It's just me." There's a note of reassurance in her voice at that, even. A thin hand pulls at the knot on her shoulder - a journeyman of the Harper Hall. "I'm here all on my own. My first post!" Her small face lifts ever so slightly in pride. "I thought I'd make the most of it and take up with traders — and it didn't hurt that I could come over here on occasion to see you." She takes up the mug again, set aside hastily when she'd hugged him, and holds it close as she takes the offered seat. "I'd like that," Sovaria answers as her fingers interlace about the mug. "Does she keep you out of trouble, then? Quite the undertaking, that."

"Liberating, isn't it?" he says in response to Sovaria's posting, a proud smile on his face. "I never did make Journeyman while I was in the Weavers, I'm where I need to be now and I still do some needle work when I get the chance." How thrilling, of all the things big brother could be doing as a career pre-impression, he makes doilies. R'KYR LOVES HIS DOILIES, OKAY. K'mine shrugs, chewing on his lower lip a bit as he tries to settle that smile and chew on a dry patch. There's plenty of time for that. Vedziyath? Keep him out of trouble? Deadpan, he shakes his head. NOPE. After a quick sip, the greenrider clears his throat and sighs, "More often than not, she brings trouble to me but she does take care of me."

She beams at the question, nodding. Her smile fades a touch at his own crafter experience, but is tempered by his acceptance. The rotund green rouses from where he had drooped upon her shoulder. A curious chirp is sent K'mine's direction before she lets herself slide down Sovaria's shoulder to her lap, where she curls up, looking to resume her nap. The small creature dominates her lap, and seems far more a lapcat than a small cousin to dragons. "If you're not letting it go to waste, then it seems time well-spent," Sovaria answers approvingly. Her smile turns sly, and gently teasing: "They have Dragonhealers and Dragonharpers — you telling me they don't want Dragonweavers as well?" She lifts the mug to her lips as K'mine speaks of his lifemate, taking a small sip. "She can't be getting you into too much trouble," she points out, canting her head. "After all, you're still here, in one piece." Emerald eyes skim the hides pushed aside before turning back to K'mine. "Perhaps some trouble wouldn't hurt. You don't do this all day, do you?"

K'mine's own green is off doing her own thing, likely in the damn fishes mouth. That thing isn't allowed to be in where he sleeps! Dulcinea can sleep on his bed if she wants warmer. For some unknown reason, a foreign fare has been hanging out with the gaudy thing, adding to the mix of random objects slowly accumulating around it on the table. Probably just remnants of firelizard activities from when it used to sit on his former Journeyman's countertop. Familiar and all that. Dragonweavers? Did you miss his own sour look? Cause there it is, Sovaria. Good old resting bitch face… until he snorts and shakes his head with a smirk. "I'll show you what I'm working on later." It's no secret. Still, it'd be nice to have her over. Thankfully now that all the dick candles and vagina pillows are out of the way! He wouldn't survive that one. "No, this is just a night I managed to get. We're normally out doing sweeps whenever we're not drilling or conducting physical training." He'll just leave out the threadscore part.

His sour look only makes her smile more — an unintended consequence, no doubt. A hand moves to rest on the firelizard without thought. "I hope it's a dragon cozy for Vedziyath." There's a moment of pause as she maintains the false earnesty. "You wouldn't want her to catch cold, would you? It's freezing out there!" The play at naivety fades away quick enough, and she smiles — a thing she would never have done if she knew she'd missed the chance to tease her older brother about vagina pillows. "Lucky me, eh? I might have never come across you otherwise." Her gaze flickers to his shoulders and chest before raising once more. "And you've done a lot of those, haven't you? Weaving wouldn't get you so strong." It's said with clear approval. Memories of him as a twig are all too easy for her to recall. "So what've you been up to when you aren't doing drills, or paperwork, or sweeps, or Falls?" There's a rhythm to her words until she reaches the question, measured like the beats of a song.

K'mine snorts into his mug, glancing over the edge to his sister as he leans back and finally relaxes into his seat. "I see you know her name already, I guess her notoriety gets around." Which is both a good thing and a bad thing but he's already made peace with that by now. There's no stopping the green when she has her mind set on things, she's always moving forward. Always looking ahead, and K'mine isn't allowed to dawdle long. "I'll have you know that she has her own blankets and pillows on her couch and she also has her own hearth to keep her cozy." Twig… TWIG?! Aw, baby sister thinks so highly of him! Especially if she at considered him a mighty twig versus… other things. Cough. "When I'm not at work, I usually spend time at home with Vedziyath if I'm not out grooming her, or I'll go to the bar with friends." Friends. Right. They are friends, right? Or something? "Or I'll spend time with Doji when her duties don't keep her too busy." At this, there's a faint touch of color creeping on his face and he looks away from his baby sister, glancing at no where in particular as he takes another imaginary drink from his mug. It's empty, unfortunately. If he was smart, he would've just gotten a small pot to keep at the table. "Enough about me, what are you doing when you're not spending time with the Zingari? What trouble are you getting into, huh?" Sisters. Aren't they adorable?

Sovaria's lips purse as she suppresses a smile, all too pleased at his comment. "How do you think I found out?" She asks, perhaps infuriatingly so, without actually saying anything at all. "When I was at the Harper Hall, I was tasked with transcribing records of the recent Hatchings. Who Impressed, where they came from, and what their original name was, as the case may be." She inclines her head towards him, as she says it. "And I came across this weaver apprentice from Keroon whose name looked awful familiar…" A beat. "I certainly didn't hear about it from home." Someone hasn't exactly had the most frequent communications with the home base, either. She listens attentively as he continues — interesting, but nothing earth-shattering — but then! That name! That blush! Sovaria isn't a shark, but she can still smell blood in the water. She grins broadly, eyes alight. "Doji?" That's all she'll ask, for now. It's all she needs to ask, isn't it? Big brother will fill her in, won't he? "Me?" Small shoulders lift in a small shrug. "I've only just gotten here." There's a pause, and then, "But I've been composing, in my spare time," she taps the box at her side lightly, indicative. "Or reading. Histories are interesting, when you don't have to recite them word for word. But trouble? No trouble." The lie detector determined that that was a lie.

K'mine doesn't say a word as to how she found out, he just sits there and crosses his arms over his chest as he leans back in his seat, doing his best to suppress a smirk on his face. Her explanation would be one of the more reasonable and less mischevous ways of finding out the truth. That grin, though… His smirk falters and those green eyes narrow as he peers at Sovaria, slowly uncrossing his arms from his chest before resting them on his elbows upon the tabletop. That's right, the records would indicate the same thing. Where Doji is from and the color she rides. Her dragons name. "I… see. No trouble at all, then, huh? I suppose that's reassuring to hear. Though, if I know our family any better…" Cough. "I'll have you know, that I love this girl very much so please… have mercy on me?" See that, Sovaria? That look on his face in all it's pathetic glory? HE'S POUTING. Fingertips are woven interlocking as he pleads. He knows the jokes will be relentless. It's only going to get worse when his sister meets his lifemate. IF THIS WORKED FOR HER WHEN SHE WAS THE TINY ONE…

While she may not have picked out Doji's name from the records before, chances are high that Sovaria is going to go back to check — if she doesn't meet this special girl, first. As K'mine clasps his hands together, her expression grows more serious, more attentive. She studies the pouting closely for a moment — oh, the memories — before carefully setting down her nearly cooled klah, reaching forward, and resting a light hand on top of his two. "Your secret is safe with me, Kari." It was inevitable that an old nickname would resurface. Her fingers squeezed his. "I'm happy that you've found someone you love. You deserve that much." She pauses as a sly smile crosses her lips, "But that won't keep me from teasing you now and again. I have lost time to make up for."

After mentioning how she found out about Vedziyath, K'mine has no doubt she'd dig deeper, anyway. It won't be long before she has a full biography of everyone he impressed with by the time things were done. She'll learn the faces to go with the names soon enough. He does stare suspiciously at those hands draped over his own, and those same suspicious eyes glance up at Sovaria as he offers her a slow nod. "I'm so glad you're thinking of me, Soffy." Two cam play at this game! As for the rest, well, he'll soften that look on his face and he'll give her a kind smile at the very least. "Thanks. And I'll be looking forward to those moments." Snort. The night will creep on, and so will the sibling poking and prodding, in the relative comfort of the living caverns. The night might be cold and the klah running low, but they'll have each other's memories and shameless jokes to keep them warm for now.

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