A Fortuitous Find...

Characters C'vryn, Lucrezia
Synopsis Lucrezia meets C'vryn - and the gears start grinding in earnest. (OOC: Log is not complete)
Out-of-Character Date August 17, 2014

Igen Weyr - Living Caverns
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.

C'vryn is holding his head, sitting at one of the tables and sipping slowly at a mug of cooling klah. His shoulders are hunched over and he's got his head down slightly, back to the kitchens as if he's trying to ignore whatever noises might be coming from there. Every now and again, he's darting a glance at the outside entrance to the caverns.

The chiming of Rezia's bracelets is subtle enough to go unheard in the cavern, for the most part; it does draw a glance from the odd person or two, but she's still able to call it a successful sneak attempt. Her gaze cuts from the serving tables to the kitchen and she pauses, sucking her teeth thoughtfully. The teeth-sucking turns briefly into a chewing at her lower lip, indecision made manifest before, finally, she pivots on the ball of a foot and starts toward the tables laden with food.

It is on one of the occasions that C'vryn is looking up that he glances toward someone that he doesn't know and there is a brief frown before he shrugs slightly and sighs. But he still starts to watch the newcomer as she wanders around the caverns, gaze slightly wary as he does. His mug is shoved away in this endeavor before he winces at a particularly loud crash that eminates from the kitchens although it doesn't appear that anyone is kicked out after a long tense moment and he slowly, painfully relaxes.

The girl is wrapped in bright fabric and laden with jewelry - yet, not a knot can be spied on her person. Lucrezia, for her part, seems to be oblivious to the scrutiny; she glides along with a dancer's sway to her stride and proceeds to fill up a small bowl with a myriad of treats. The crash comes and she cranes her head in that direction, concern writ on her features. Lips part, brows furrow, and the whole of her remains tensed - ready to run. Someone behind her in the loose line for food finally dares to tap her shoulder to get her moving and she tenses further, turning to snap at the younger gent in hushed tones. The conversation, such as it is, is brief and tense and ends with her stalking away, with the other fellow shaking his head in her wake.

C'vryn finally speaks and calls out. 'Lo there. What's the matter? Someone bothering you?" There's a fierce frown in the direction of the boy, really that was starting to bug the girl. "Was he being forward?" Ryn makes a half aborted movement to get up if needed before it seems the situation is resolved and then asks, "New here? Don't think I've seen you around the place, and I'm pretty sure that I know everyone here at Igen."

The lad looks confused and utters something noncommital before hastening off. Lucrezia half-turns to watch him go. Her jaw tenses - and immediately releases when the rider calls out. "It's- it's fine now, I think." Her voice is a lilting thing, oddly accented - speaking plenty of where she -isn't- from. Her course shifts toward the bronzer's table, the bowl cradled in both hands. "He was just being a rude little boy, that's all. I told him he'd do better not to touch a woman that doesn't want to be touched." She flashes him a brilliant smile, the kind of smile that says everything's okay. "Just, um. Just visiting, I guess. I'm Lucrezia of the Lucao trading family." This is paired with a shallow half-bow at the hips and a bob of her head when she straightens. And his mention of knowing everyone? Somehow, that makes her smile even wider. "What's your name?"

C'vryn makes a move to wave the newcomer over, to have a seat. A sigh as the younger lad disappears back into the stygian depths of the weyr. "I'll have to catch up with him later, give him a talking to I suppose. He's been taught better by his mother, I know for certain." Then a bright smile. "Oh, I'm C'vryn, rider to Emeliuth here at Igen. Been here since I was born. Well, except for a stint or two down to the Healer Hall." A gesturing hand as he waves. "Ah, a trader? We don't see enough of those here. We get the complaints that it's too hot for some reason for the caravans. Can't imagine why."

"Oh! It's a pleasure to meet you, C'vryn!" Rezia beams and dips into another shallow bow before taking the offered seat. She scoots in and props her elbows on the table, allowing her to cradle her cheeks in her palms. The boy is long forgotten by her; more important matters are being discussed. "I've heard your name before. It's a real treat to actually meet you, though! I've been half-looking for you since I came here, but I've been so busy…" she trails off with a wrinkling of her nose, only to react to the Hall business with a concerned tightening of her eyebrows. She doesn't address it, but the concern is there. To the rest, she replies with a pursing of her lips, "Yeah, yeah. Well, we do a lot more business with the Holds and cotholds, you know? There's a lot more to trade between them - and they usually like our form of entertainment a lot more." Her smile tilts. "And it -is- too hot here. And the -sand-! It's too much!"

There's a startled flush across C'vryn's face for a bit, before he shrugs selfconsciously. "Oh. You were looking for me? I hope it hasn't taken you long to find me." There's a dismissive tone to his voice, "I'd have thought you'd have been looking for the weyrwoman, or something like that. But honestly, what can I help you with then?" He's leaning foward, curious before nodding. "Well, and true. The folks at the holds and the halls don't get to travel as much as we do. I think I've been all over Pern, myself since I impressed to Eme, but that's one of the perks of being a rider now. The constant traveling you can do."

"Not so long, not at all. Ph'eles has been taking me all over, so I haven't, you know, had much time to look for -you-." Rezia remains leaned forward, though one hand drops to rest, fingers curled, on the table. Her mouth pulls to one side. "Well, if you really -do- know everyone… maybe you know my father? I've been trying to find him, but- well, it's hard. All I've ever heard was 'he's a rider at Igen Weyr' and that's it. No name. No… no nothing. It's, well- it's -vexing-." After a moment, her other hand drops and both arms cross loosely on the table, allowing her to lean forward in a conspiratorial sort of way. "Mmhmm. And, let me tell you, they appreciate dancing a -lot- more than the Weyrfolk I've talked to. Card tricks and the like- it's always something new to them, even if riders have seen it or done it or whatever a hundred thousand times before." A beat. "Where do you like to visit most?"

C'vryn ponders and thinks. "Well, yes. We're even warned about all the card games and such before we go to the gathers, in case someone from Bitra is there." He's then glancing at the blond woman, giving her a long considering glance. "Well, who might your mother have been. I mean, we've got a fair number of riders here. Do you know if you look like him any? Coloring wise or the like? I mean, I have a fair number of half siblings and a brother, m'self here at Igen."

Lucrezia's smile starts to falter a bit - and finally falls away completely at the question about her mother. The only cure for the sour contortion of her lips is to pop a piece of melon into her mouth to chew it. Eventually, "She's worthless. I don't even know where she is - but I don't need to." The urge to spit is tempered into a snort, but she still turns her head to a side. "Rezinaca is her name, if it means anything," and it might not, unless C'vryn's particularly fond of visiting Bitra. "-Anyway-. I don't know what he looks like. I guess we'd have to look similar, though? Somehow? I'm not- I'm sorry. This really isn't too helpful for you, is it?" She blows out an exasperated breath. "He liked going to Bitra a lot. I know that much. He might still go."

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