Small consolations

Characters K'vir,Neyuni
Synopsis time for a little chat
Out-of-Character Date December 5, 2015

IGW - 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.

Evening sees the living caverns decently packed. It's a comfortable summer night and several folks sit together at the tables, the murmur of conversation filling the room. K'vir, however, has found a table to himself and is distractedly picking away at a plate in front of him. The young weyrling looks tired, exhausted even and quite lost in his own thoughts.

Neyuni meanders in. She's had plenty to deal with of late, and it looks to be taking a bit of a toll. Not in a weight of responsibility way, just in a i've got to much on my plate fashion. Still there are basic needs to handle and she murmurs greetings in return to those who note her as she makes her way and fills a plate with some evening nibbles and a glass of juice. Although the caverns are quite full, her gaze catches one who looks much as she feels and somehow she just gravitates that way, settling at the table with K'vir. "Hey." a soft greeting.

K'vir startles a bit when he's brought out of his thoughts and finds not just anyone, but the Weyrwoman sitting at the table with him. He doesn't straighten his posture much, remaining a little slumped in his seat but he does remember his manners. "Evening, Weyrwoman." Just a bit stiff but he was brought up to respect rank. Much has happened of late and he seems unsure of how to continue… even with the simple 'how are you'.

Neyuni runs a finger along the edge of her plate, as if judging which bite to partake of first. She's unhurried, waiting as you realize her presence and as the greeting is returned "Yuni's fine K'vir. Unless you'd rather I be more formal?" she's still unsure of the lad, so young and impressed so far from everything he's known. "What's on your mind." because it certainly looks like a lot.

"Sorry, Weyrwo—- Yuni," K'vir corrects himself with a slightly sheepish smirk. "No, you don't have to be formal if you don't want to. I was just always taught to be polite." He's still too young to figure out that not all instances call for strict formalness. He'll learn eventually! Toying with some of the finger-food on his plate, he eventually lowers his hands to his lap. What's on his mind? "Dunno." he answers automatically, only to frown and reconsider. "Lots." How descriptive! "Training and stuff and then K'tor…" No explanation needed.

Neyuni's face falls a bit at the name, yes, that. "It's always hard to lose someone, and its no different with dragons." except that you mighta felt that a bit more keenly now? "We're a smaller weyr so anyone's passing, even just leaving, is felt. She nibbles a bit, not the best with words at times "I think sometimes the dragons are lucky, to forget things so quickly. Life just moves on so much, easier for them at times but it's not something to dwell on. We all live, and die…. It's what you do while you're here that really matters, what folks'll remember you for. How's Zekath's been? Think he'll ever stop growing?"

K'vir listens even if some of her words may be difficult for him to grasp or to swallow. He's not unfamiliar with death but it's different now. "I've always been in a Weyr and accidents have happened… but it was just different this time. Dunno how to explain it. Personal? But that sounds wrong. I didn't know K'tor." Yet it may have felt like he did and it's odd for him to absorb so much. He is quite happy enough to switch topics though to his bronze and there's a hint of a smile there. "I hope so! He's got so big now. Not that I mind! He'll be bigger than my father's bronze." he states, not quite boasting but sounding a wee bit proud there.

Neyuni hides a bit of a smile behind a meatroll "He does seem almost as big as Velokraeth already doesn't he? You've taken very good care of him. I hope he's treating you as well. Each dragon is so different." she is rather hungry though and stuffs the rest of the roll down quickly, licking her fingers as she continues conversationally "You'll have to go by sometime and have them sit side by side and see. Y'know really you will be learning betweening soon." my how the turn goes by.

K'vir is sheepish again under the praise. "We get along well enough, though Zekath still isn't overly fond of deep water and can sometimes take training a bit too seriously. I'd not trade him for any other though." Pros and cons, the young boy wouldn't change a single thing. His appetite seems to have returned too and he'll pause long enough to take a few small bites of food. "What was Zuhth like, when you two were weyrlings?" he asks curiously. As for comparing Zekath to Velokraeth, he chuckles. "I might, if they agree to it!" Between? That has K'vir's mood shifting a bit. "Yeah, I know." The lack of enthusiasm is obvious.

Neyuni is caught off, Zuhth as a weyrling? It's been so long she seems to struggle to remember times perhaps purposefully left in the dustbin of history. "Well she was very wild when she was newly hatched and I was rather stubborn and we, um, butted heads quite a bit as my teacher would put it. Maybe I was lucky that she, um, matured pretty quickly" in the not biological fashion but of mentality at least. "Not that we were ever that at odds or anything, but we grew to be a much better team than walked off the hatching grounds here." that seems good enough and if K'vir is more interested he'll have to pry a bit harder on some specific. The downturn of enthusiasm as the next phase of training is impossible to miss "Don't like the idea of betweening? I mean, I guess you could just stay in Igen all the time but I dunno, that might get a little boring after awhile. You're young enough I suppose there isn't a rush." well, depending on what one wants to do in life, although few 'lings like the idea of being held back she dangles the thought to see what your perspective might be.

K'vir's curiosity is satisfied for now as Yuni's answer is quite sufficient. Though what he says next might have been better left mulled over before he opened his mouth. "So kind of like Iwa and Toruth?" Innocent enough question but it goes over his head for now if that could be considered insulting. He's quick to puff up defensively though at the subject of staying in Igen forever. "It's not that I'm too scared to try! It's just… I hadn't really thought of it until now. It's risky. I've Betweened before but never on my own."

Neyuni is really quite stunned silent. It's as if the though never even crosed her mind on the similarities between the new junior and herself at that age. "I, uh, I, well I don't think we were quite so bad as that pair is testing my patience." or at least she can only hope so. Oh my, is that why the Weyrwoman of the time gave her those lectures? She gets lost in her own thoughts for a few, munching quietly as she is humbled by the most innocent of questions. This K'vir, she'll have to keep a closer eye on him "Don't worry, there's plenty of drills before you're actually let to do it on your own own." yay, more drills!

"I didn't mean any offense," K'vir is quick to say as it sinks in a little that he may have gone too far. And yes, it's best to keep a close eye on the young boy! He doesn't mean to cause half the stuff he does, but trouble DOES find him. More drills doesn't seem to phase him. He nods his head, "I thought so. And testing too, right?" Oh the joys. Glancing towards the bowls, the young boy fidgets a little. "I best go."

Neyuni shrugs it off as the amazement of the boy coming up with a thought that had never crossed her mind fades. She'll meditate on it another time and as life calls she nods in understanding "Certainly, don't let me keep you." a smile and she can but hope that he isn't quite so downcast as when she first settled at the table, the responsibility of the world isn't on his shoulders, quite yet.

K'vir's mood has improved and he doesn't look quite so glum. He even manages a proper smile for the Weyrwoman as he slips from his seat, though he'll give no salute. She said not to be formal, right? "Have a good rest of the night!" he chimes in before taking his leave. For however brief their chat was, it seems to have helped!

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