Fort Weyr - Southwest Bowl
The dominant feature of the southern end of the bowl is the blue lake that fills the entire southern tip and the rockslide that tumbles down into its far side. It has been many, many, turns since the slide took place, but it still stands uncleared to this day. Occasionally, smaller pebbles tumble down to splash into the waters of the lake below, but the mass seems mostly stable. Sturdy fences mark the feeding pens that the dragons may choose their meals from, located against the west face. The beasthold here is minor, small cramped buildings, used mostly to maintain the herds which feed the dragons. The major beasthold is located out in the forests, just outside the Weyr. There's a sign which warns "that beasts in this location are fair game to the dragons" and that any domestic pleasure stock should be kept in the major beasthold location.
The other feature that does not go unnoticed in this bowl is the large cavernous archway. There seems to be cobble stone laid down near the archway, which causes a clatter when the wagons and trading caravans arrive. Indeed, it seems that there's a tunnel out of the bowl here, wide enough for two trader caverns to fit through and possibly a small blue dragon. To the opposite end, the great bowl stretches away far, leading to some very interesting locations.

Summer sees the Weyr in full swing activity wise with the weather being warm — or as some are complaining, a bit too hot. There's been scant rain again and for enough of a stretch to have forest fires to be a concern. None so far (Fortians have learned their lesson from the past with an arsonist on the loose!), but Thunderbird's sweeps have been doubled all the same and for various reasons. Unresolved is the issue of the rumours and whispers that something shady is being worked out by the coasts but nothing yet has turned up as SOLID proof and the Holds continue to remain stubborn in asking for the Weyr's help. So the days continue on much the same, with most following their usual routines. Th'ero is spending much of this early afternoon roaming the Weyr — or so it seems. Truthfully he just finished speaking with the Guard Captain, while Velokraeth fed in the feeding pens. Now that his time with Breshir is done, the Weyrleader is making his way back across the Weyr at a slow, ponderous pace.

Say what she like about her personal life having been boring as of late, the fact remains that Lana has been far from inactive with the Thunderbird Wing doing double duty. Maybe that has something to do with the lack of drama related to her as of late. For all that she does enjoy the spotlight and sports a habit of making it find her she is capable of pushing those habits aside in favor of duty. Who'll be happy is she starts slacking and misses a fire she may have otherwise spotted because of it? No one, that's who. Even so she can't constantly be up and about. Rauskazeth's feeding day finds the wingrider sashaying to the feeding pens while the brown flies on ahead. When he reaches his destination he begins to circle a ways above, reaching his mind out to Velokraeth in a wind-touched greeting. No warbling right now, hunting. Meanwhile Lana reaches the pens and briefly leans against it before bracing her arms tugging herself up. There she settles into a sitting position on the top rung and commences Weyrbowl-watching.

Velokraeth has had his fill of hunting and is currently cleaning himself from his last kill. Firelizards have descended on the carcass, working to pick clean what little the pale bronze has left for them (and it's very little). He returns Rauskazeth's greeting with a touch of incense smoke and the parting touch of wine, honeyed and sweet. Meaning he's in a good mood at the moment, sated and content. Th'ero changes paths when he picks up on his bronze's lazy interest in company and Lana won't have to bowl-watch for long as she's soon to have company. "Afternoon, Lana."

Rauskazeth circles twice more after Velokraeth's greeting before making his descent. He pulls his wings in and dives upon a herdbeast, ending its life with a quick bite to the neck. With that he proceeds to dragon the carcass to a suitable location before tucking in. Lana, who had turned about to witness the killing, wrinkled her nose at the sight. She doubts that the sight of viscera and herdbeast blood would even be one she enjoys, no matter how long she's a rider. At least the sight doesn't actively make her queasy anymore. With a sigh she turns back to her people-watching, only for the people-watching to be interrupted in favor of the much more interactive Weyrleader-chatting. With a nod of her head she says, "afternoon, Weyrleader. How've you been?" A bit informal? Maybe. Then again, asking Lana to be entirely formal is akin to trying to train a feline. She could do it, yes, but chances were she wouldn't want to. At least she didn't say 'how goes it'. It was ridiculous but the temptation had been strong for a moment.

Th'ero has become a little lax on the formality front. He's been Weyrleader for so long that he knows most of his riders by now and doesn't expect them to keep greeting him so rigidly. So if there's no salute and if the greetings edge to familiar and friendly, he's not about to correct them. "Much the same," he replies cryptically at first and his features set in an unreadable expression until he exhales and some of that Weyrleader facade vanishes. "Busy. No rest for a man in my position, as they say. Aside from that I am well. The Weyr is doing well." And that is always a good thing in his books. Less stress for him! "And yourself? It's been awhile — a long while — since I last spoke to you like this."

'The Weyr is doing well.' It may be outwardly, but Lana is all too away of the rumors and worries that have been circling lately. Then again it seems like there's always something to fret about, so as long as nothing's actively imploding it's probably good enough. She doesn't say that though. Instead she raises an eyebrow and remarks, "I didn't know you liked speaking to me." Lana isn't always the most pleasant person to interact with, and for all her ego she is aware of it. She taps a foot against one of the lower rungs as she thinks before answering, "socially I haven't been doing much of anything as of late. We've been keeping busy with wing work though, fire patrol." Making sure the Weyr remains well and un-scorched.

"Why would you think that?" Th'ero sounds genuinely confused to Lana's remark though not entirely surprised. He remembers how she was, once, and how HE himself used to be. Perhaps he figures the Turns have brought some change to both of them? His brows knit and not long after his features relax again as he shakes his head. "Seems that everyone is keeping busy in some way. From the reports, we're quiet even with this dry weather." From his tone, he hopes it STAYS that way. "The Weyrlings will be Betokening soon. You may see them shadowing the Wings soon, if M'icha and Am'ry feel they are ready."

Lana shrugs. A nice, non-commental gesture for things you don't want to try to explain. She might be able to but it was involve rambling, recollection, and it all sees like a lot of stuff she doesn't want to try tackling right now. Instead she focuses on the other topics. "Good. Weyrs tend to run best when everyone is working hard." It's significantly harder, yes, but it's probably also a lot less stressful. She can get behind the desire for everything to stay calm. A wary frown touches her lips at the mention of the Weyrlings. "How are they, behavior-wise? I'm sure Abigail wouldn't mind them shadowing Thunderbird on a sweep as long as they don't get in the way or cause trouble."

Th'ero smirks for Lana's comment about a good Weyr being a hard working one. She may find that opinion challenged, though he hardly runs any of his riders into the ground here. "So far, they seem to be well balanced behaviour-wise. Some have their own challenges to face but M'icha has nothing foreboding to report. Well, there is one bluerider…" As for the name, she'll have to either get it another time or learn of this boy herself. Velokraeth gives something short of a grunted warble and even Th'ero's head tilts. His brows knit into a heavy frown, followed by a sigh. "I'm sorry, but I must go. Something urgent has come up." Which often DOES happen. It comes with the territory. Dipping his head, he'll turn away and stalk back towards the north bowl.

Lana listens to Th'ero's description of the Weyrlings, raising an eyebrow at the mention of 'one bluerider'. Well, it looks like she'll need to go sloothing for information later. Good thing she's always been pretty good at figuring things out when she needs to. Then something pops up and the ever-busy Weyrleader has to leader. With a wave she calls, "take care! Talk to you again sometime, maybe." With that she leaned back and began waiting for Rauskazeth to finish up.