Tattoo's and Tempers

Characters Shetaia Triven
Synopsis Triven offends then makes amends
Out-of-Character Date May 6, 2018

Living Cavern
Second only to the Hatching Sands in size -- although its walls are not so nearly circular -- the living cavern is filled with numerous rectangular tables, almost too many to count. The Weyrleaders have the table farthest from the kitchen and hearths at one end of the cavern. The hearths are kept as low-burning as possible during the day when folk come inside to escape the heat outside. They burn brighter at night to keep away the deserts chill. No matter hte level of flame, there is always a stew pot that hangs for nibblers at a good temperature. Favored drinks, particularly iced klah and juice, are kept on ice and interspersed at various food tables scattered about, along with baskets of rolls and fruit. There are, of course, scheduled mealtimes, and at certain points of the day the available fare slides into the menu for the nearest meal, be it breakfast, lunch, dinner, or late-night snackings, but the staff has long since acknowledged that people will sit to talk and nibble here at all hours. In the cooler parts of the evening in particular, the cavern hosts games of chess, checkers, dragonpoker, and others. Several degrees are knocked off thanks to the Technician Craft's cooling system.

Night time at Igen in the spring is a mix of things, as most days and nights at Igen are. While it was extremely hot while the sun was out, the temperature is now dipping into relatively cold temperatures. Igenites are plenty used to this of course and you'll see them pulling off the layers from their ventures outside as they enter the caverns. It being nearly dinner time there are many such people wandering in for their evening meal. One of those such people is Shetaia, her hat is already absent but she removes her jacket and tosses it on a hook just inside the cavern before heading farther in, towards the tables that hold all sorts of delightful foods. She rubs her arms as she goes, amusement lurking in her eyes as she gets in line. "Away from Igen a few turns and I strangely missed our weather." is said wryly.

Glad someone misses it, because the long haired young man walking up from the lower caverns clearly isn't one of those. No he is currently wearing a heavier jacket and fingerless gloves, as he makes his way into the room. He scans the area looking for someone but not finding them turns his attention towards the drink table. Being skinny has it's advantages as he weaves through the gathering of people easily to get to his goal.

Shetaia gathers her things up from the food table, balancing her plate in one hand as she moves towards the drink table. She's not moving overly fast, but one might say she's too involved in picking out some of her select favorites to notice anything weaving through people. Turning towards the drink table she nearly bumps into someone, her plate only barely steadied in time to keep everything from falling to the ground. Sadly, a particularly delectable fruit that grows well in the Igen conservatory hits the ground and splatters. There may or may not be mourning on her face for that fruit as she glances up, face set in slight aggravation.

Triven is blissfully unaware of what his quicker movements have done, instead happily filling his mug with the warm liquid of life. Once he is set he turns to look for an empty table, again still on the look out for someone but still not finding them. The shorter man with his pale skin does find a table closer to the hearth to drop in on.

Shetaia just stares at the back of Triven as he blissfully moves off towards a table. Narrowed eyes track the man's progress even as she gathers herself a drink and a replacement fruit. Dinner hunted she now moves after Triven, dropping into a chair at the same table as him. That is if there's one open, if there's not she sets her things down and drags one over. Bottom planted in a seat she offers Triven a smile, it could be termed slightly predatory. Blame Ila'den he's a horrible teacher of predatory things. "Good eve, it seems I've forgotten a face. Which has been known to happen. What was your name again?"

Triven looks up from his sketch book and grins, his soft blue eyes are kind yet seem to be taking in the whole world at once. "Oh that is ok, I am easily forgotten, I am Triven." He offers her a hand in greeting "oh and Irene's duties to Igen.."

Shetaia frowns, a slight twisting of her lips in a downward angle. The grin and is what she takes as genuine acceptance of being forgotten disarm her for a moment. Her hand moves forward to take his, a brief handshake given before she sets back again. "Well met, Triven. Igen's greetings to Irene, I spent many turns there recently." bah, she's been lulled into formal responses; it's an ingrained sort of thing. "I'm Taia, Dragonhealer level 3." he cares so much about that part, but apparently she's proud. "You nearly upset my entire plate back near the drink table, did you merely not notice or was it an intended slight?"

Triven tilts his head, bewildered he starts looking to the plate then scanning the floor to find the now trampled item, he frowns and looks down cast his voice is soft but clear enough for her to hear "Apologizes, I seem to forget my surroundings when I over focus on things." He raises from his seat setting his sketch book and mug on the table saying "I will go and get you a new one, least I can do for disrupting your meal, Miss." Even if she protests it will fall on deaf ears as he is hurrying away stacking a plate with all sorts of sweets and fruits to bring back and is set before the dragon healer, he made sure to get at least two of the fruit he knocked over.

Shetaia takes a nice sip of her fruit juice when he just goes and gets her more stuff and looks so much like a beat puppy, at least in her eyes. "Oh for goodness sake. If it was an honest mistake that's alright. I've just had too many that are rude for the sake of rudeness." she settles back again just gesturing towards the table. "My thanks, you've more than repayed the slight." she shifts to glance around as she asks "What was it that you were focused on? It seems almost as if you were in another world."

Triven may in fact look like a kicked puppy, but that is a story for another time, when asked about his day dreaming he grins "Oh just finished a piece for a client and sadly once I finish one I think of other pieces that would complement the original." He holds up his sketch book showing the dragon healer his art and designs, they are all different shades, styles and types of inked drawings randomly doodled out on the two pages. "Sadly it seems when I get into that part of the brain just shuts down and I become very blunt but oblivious to most if not all things not in my scope of view."

Shetaia's head cocks to the side at the mention of a piece. "An artist, a skin artist even." after taking a bite of her delectable fruit she peers at the book. Carefully she keeps any fruit juice away from the sketches as she flips through. "These are wonderful. Hmm, I've actually been thinking about getting one myself actually. Some of these are so beautiful."

Triven practically beams "Thank you, it is nice to hear ones work is appreciated." He settles back to drinking his Klah, and gives the dragon healer a lopsided grin "But you just can't think of what you want right?" his tone is only a little on the teasing side as he adds "I get that line alot, but I also do temporary ones so you can get an idea of what you want done if anything."

Shetaia shakes her head slightly at the teasing tone. "Actually no, I know exactly what I'd like. I've only been wanting for an artist that I thought could do it to my satisfaction. Your artwork is satisfactory, so I'd like if you could do a sketch for me and we'll see if it comes up to what I want." she's not a push over it seems with what she wants but at least she has an idea. "It's something of a heatbeat, then another a blip on one of the screens and then one that looks like a stylized dragon." she gestures to a space just around her neck and collarbone. "Does that make sense to you?"

Triven is already got that half vacant stare in his eyes as he is visualizing the design "Depending on where you want the placement will give me a better idea of the kind of detail I can give the dragon." He looks over at her and points with a finger "Should it be your hip or ribs you would get the best detail, then say your arm or collarbone." He starts to scribble some crude designs saying "so you want a beat, then another beat that morphs into the dragon or you want the dragon to be the second blip completely?"

Shetaia is not an artist, not in any sense of the word. Her look through his sketchbook seems to have reassured her that he is indeed a sort of artist. "If you think a different placement would be best, I can consider it. After all when I know where to put a stitch or if someone needs an invasive procedure they just have to trust me on it. I want something to show how much the dragons are my family, my mothers lifemate was as much a father to me as my own father."

Triven grins and nods, there is a fond smile on his face as he says "It seems most dragon healers are that way…" is his soft answer before he shakes himself out of what ever memory had captured him. He chuckles and picks up his mug saying "well give me a few days to get the design right before hand, and I would rather not give you the impression I half-heart anything."

Shetaia offers Triven a wholehearted smile before she finishes off the food on her plate. "It was good meeting you Triven, even if it was not under the easiest of circumstances." she might have ended up being the rude one, yeah probably. "I've duties to attend to now, you will around the next few days though? If not around the cavern, I'm usually over at the infirmary when you've finished with the piece. I greatly look forward to it."

Triven grins and nods saying "I remember the way, I will have it done for you soon. It was great meeting you as well!" He settles back into his drawing now, seeming to let the world around him fade as he dives into whatever muse has stolen away his mind now.

Shetaia plucks up her plate and cup a salute in the direction of Triven before she heads off towards the resident caverns after putting her things away.

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