H'rik, Xanthee


Xanthee is showing off a glowing blue substance in the living caverns, and H'rik goes by at the wrong moment.


It is midmorning of the sixteenth day of the twelfth month of the twelfth turn of the 12th pass.


Living Caverns, Igen Weyr

OOC Date 13 Jan 2018 00:00


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Living Caverns

Brightly lit by a regimented march of strung glow-globes, Igen's busy living caverns are cut of the same exotic limestone design that frequents the bazaar without. Tapestries line the tops of the walls, one for each of Igen's wings, past and present; beneath them, skybroom tables litter the floors in scattered profusion. Some of the wicker chairs have seen better days, but most of the worst offenders have long-ago been replaced. The seemingly random placement of furniture, however, at closer inspection yields a sort of cross-shape of negative space. The northernmost walls and nooks of the caverns are owned by the kitchen's buffet, food-laden thrice daily in regimented shifts by busy bakers from the curtained southern entrance to the kitchens. To the east is a large arch leading outside; westerly lies the large doors leading down into the bowels of the weyr itself.

The Living Caverns are relatively quiet this time of the midmorning, breakfast just finished, with lunch not yet ready, and the perfect time for some gossip. Off to one side, a group of kitchen girls, mostly weyrbrats, are standing huddled around someone who seems to be the one dishing out the tale. The speaker is obscured for now, but her girlish voice rises from the crowd. "And then, suddenly there were Guards yelling, and the merchant tried to get away, knocking this stuff everywhere." and then a shift in the crowd reveals the speaker as a certain raven-haired weyrbrat turned waitress. Xanthee is showing the girls something in her cupped palms a faint blue glow coming off them. "Well I managed to grab some before I got out of there. The man was saying it heals all kinds of ills…and works on willies apparently." And with that last, it sets the girls off into a round of giggles.

Everyone has to eat, but when one's schedule is as busy as H'rik's, meals are often snatched when they can be. So it is that he arrives late for breakfast, missing the main food. The bits and pieces left out for those in a similar situation will have to do, and H'rik goes to help himself to a large mug of klah and a plate of leftover fried eggs and bacon. It's the bottom of the barrel stuff that wasn't taken by anyone who arrived on time, and it looks kinda sad on his plate - but hey, it's food! The next thing to do is to fine somewhere to sit. The crowd shifts as H'rik makes his way around to find a suitable seat, and it's in that moment that he sees Xanthee and her group giggling. Curious, the man starts to head in that direction, slowly, to try and see what's going on before he gets there. In particular, he's trying to get a better look at what's in Xanthee's hands.

Totally engrossed in Xanthee's tale, the girls quiet down a little bit as one of them reaches out to touch whatever it is in Xan's hand, "Ohhh, why does it glow blue like that?" she says in awe to which Xan answers with a shrug of her shoulders, "I have no idea, but it's definitely pretty." She says as she closes up what looks like a small sachet in her hand, tucking it into the beltpouch at her waist. "What happened to the man selling it Xan?" Pipes up one of the girls, quickly followed by a different one, "Why would the guards care? They sell all sorts in the Bazaar." Xanthee is clearly in her element and quickly holds up a hand against the onslaught of questions, "Settle down girls, one at a time." She says with a smile, "The man was caught and taken off somewhere, like I said, I didn't stick around to see." To the second she merely shrugs, "I have no idea, I mean if it does what he says it does, how is it hurting anyone?"

H'rik is closer now, and he's heard enough of the conversation and seen a glimpse of a blue glow before Xanthee covers it up. He's seen and heard enough to work out what they're all so interested in, and it's with a sigh that the man moves close enough to insert himself into the conversation. "Xanthee - I really hope that isn't what I think it is?" He's trying not to sound too disappointed in his fellow former candidate, but there's a look on his face of someone who's got a lot on his plate (metaphorically), and this is just one extra thing he doesn't need right now.

As the Weyrleader is suddenly there amoungst them, their weyrbrat instincts kick in and suddenly the kitchen girls are needed quite urgently elsewhere, leaving Xanthee alone to face H'rik. Her emerald eyes are wide as she is surprised to find her gab-fest interupted, a blush blooms on her cheeks as she nervously runs her hand through her raven locks. "Good morning Sir!" She'll try to disarm him with one of her dazzling smiles, "Nice day isn't it? Late breakfast? They keeping you busy?" Yeah, if she just bombards him with questions, maybe he'll totally forget what he just asked her, right?

If this was any other situation, H'rik could be catching up with a friend and eating that sad bacon and eggs, but, it's this situation. He puts his plate and mug down, since standing there holding them both is probably not helping him look Weyrleadery right now. "Xanthee," he says again, a little softer this time. At least her friends have gone, so he can maybe save her some embarrassment about being caught like this. "I need to see what you were showing your friends." He's just gonna ignore the attempts at avoiding the topic and get right to it.

Deflating a little bit now, her smiling falling from her lips, Xanthee sighs resignedly and reaches back into her belt pouch and retrieves the sachet, which if H'rik looks in it, holds some faintly glowing blue powder. With only a moment's hesitation she hands it over, one arm crossing her body and grasping the elbow of her other arm, fidgeting nervously. "It's not a big deal sir, just something I found in the Bazaar." she says, trying her hardest to downplay the situation.

H'rik doesn't enjoy doing this, but unfortunately it has to be done. He takes that sachet from her, opening it enough to have a look at the contents. He's not bold (or stupid?) enough to stick his finger in to the power, but he does turn the sachet to get a better idea of the contents. "Where did you find it? Did you buy it off someone?" Rather than angry, H'rik just sounds disappointed, and a little tired.

Xanthee shakes her head emphatically and then remembers exactly how she got it and reddens again. "Well, no, I didn't buy it, I was just kinda in the vicinity and then these guards were descending on this shop, and there was dashing, and knocking of things, and some landed nearby so, I just kinda grabbed it and ran. I didn't want any trouble." And she certainly doesn't want any now, her eyebrows knit together in worry as she watches him examine the stuff.

H'rik closes up the sachet and puts it into a trouser pocket. "I'm going to overlook the fact that it sounds like you stole this," because he's not entirely unfeeling, just rather put-upon in this whole situation. "But I need to get this examined. You do know there're loads of fakes around the bazaar? And some of them could be dangerous?" He's trying to keep it soft, but the matter is clearly weighing on him and he sounds grave about it.

Xanthee shrugs her shoulders again, "All I've been hearing is that there's this miracle stuff, heals everything and for some reason the guards keep shutting these merchants down. You know, people are talking about a coverup by the Weyrleadership?" She hears all the gossip what with working in the Tea Room, although she doesn't put much stock in the coverup theory, the man who provided her with that tidbit was clearly easily excitable.

Yay, gossip. How H'rik loves it. He draws a breath and lets it out slow, trying to keep himself chilled out. No point getting riled up over something he can't control - people are always gonna make rumours of what they will. "You know what the bazaar's like, Xanthee - imitations, fakes, that sort of thing. I don't want a dead body on my hands when somebody buys a 'miracle cure' that isn't what it's claimed to be."

Xanthee looks properly chastised now, her eyes shifting down to look at her feet briefly as she shuffles in place, sighing heavily. "I know that Sir, I'm sorry. I don't mean to add to your worries." But then her endless curiosity takes over and she asks, "So what is going on with this stuff then? Does it really do what they say it does? The real stuff I mean." Quickly she adds, to justify her probing questions, "So I can put people straight in the future if I hear anything else." Which is likely in her line of work.

H'rik doesn't want to come down any more heavily on Xanthee, so he'll pinch the bridge of his nose between two fingers and sit down at the table. "The legit stuff - it does appear to have some sort of healing propertires. I can't say too much about it but…just be aware that probably most of the stuff in the bazaar is not going to be the real thing." The stuff now in his pocket? Who knows.

Xanthee nods her head a little bit as she absorbs what he says. "I'll keep that in mind Sir. I hope I didn't ruin your breakfast for you." She says as she looks at his meal still untouched. Then she nods her head to indicate the sachet that she had just given him and which was now in his pocket. "Can I ask, what you're going to do with that?" Her curiosity knows no bounds.

"It's more of a brunch anyway…and not ruined, no." H'rik at least manages a very small smile, to try and give Xanthee some reassurance that she hasn't destroyed his entire day. He glances down at the pocket the sachet now resides in. "I need to take it to the people who're testing these things. They can at least work out if it's the real thing or not - and if it might be a risk to people."

"You mind letting me know, one way or another? Just curious y'know." Xanthee says with a half smile, not to mention the fact that she had managed to snag two sachets of the stuff in the chaos a few days ago, but he doesn't need to know that, the other is stowed safely away back in the Resident Terrace.

"I will," is H'rik's promise, sincerely delivered. "Think I'll go drop it off once I've eaten." He eyes his plate, then picks it and his klah up. "And if you find anyone else selling glowing blue stuff…let a guard know, yeah?"

Xanthee nods and smiles, "Thanks Sir! I'll leave you to your meal then." She says with a little bob of her head as she sweeps off towards the Bowl, with fresh gossip just waiting to be spread.

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