Why the Knife?

Fort Weyr - Living Caverns
This cavern, having been created by bubbles in the volcanic flow of this extinct volcano, has a breathtaking ceiling — a vast dome that arches high above the heads of the weyrfolk that scurry around beneath it. A hollow echo can be heard from loud enough noises, and the chatterings of various firelizards are consequently multiplied into a chaotic babble. All in all, the living cavern is a loud place.
Tables are scattered around the room, apparently in no particular order. Over to one side near the kitchens, two medium sized serving tables are constantly spread with snacks, klah, and other goodies. The tables look worn, yet perfectly fitted to the atmosphere of the caverns. In the 'corners' of the cavern, smaller two and four place tables are set up for more private talks or just a less chaotic atmosphere in which to eat.


How fast the time flies! Already summer is nearing it's fruition and autumn is just around the corner. Harvesting hasn't quite begun yet but there is talk about it. There's a lot of talk of late, from the usual gossip and banter, bets and friendly wagering on the eggs now hardening on the sands and what will Impress and to whom. Candidates are beginning to be seen more regularly as Search is underway. So mid-morning see's the caverns in a bustle of activity, with most finishing their breakfast and heading straight to their duties rather than linger. Th'ero is one who lingers and currently he's taken one of the vacant benches by the hearth. He has a mug of blah in one hand and what looks to be a book in the other and propped in his lap.

Abigail has had plenty of things keeping her busy lately, though at the moment she is making her way on into the cavern, gloves getting tucked into her jacket pocket along with her goggles to prove she's just coming back from sweeps it would seem. A curous look is sent over the place while she moves on over to get herself a mug of klah.

One such candidate can be seen in the cavern. He's got chores to do, true, but he's also been doing a pretty good job of plugging away at them when assigned (at least, now that he has a good idea that he's not supposed to fetch a long stand from somewhere or order 100 feet of shoreline from home)…so he can at least spare a moment to actually enjoy a mug of klah.

Th'ero flips another page of the book he's reading but he's a creature of habit and no matter how many Turns he's spent as a rider, he's still keeps an eye on the people moving through the caverns. It's on one of these upward glances that he spots Abigail and lifts one hand in a slight wave to the Wingleader, followed by a polite nod of his head and small but welcoming smile. One that is repeated for Daralyn and a noted look of interest to the Candidate knot he wears. "Good morning." he greets in a quiet tone.

Abigail has that mug in her hand before she catches sight of the wave from Th'ero, a slight nod is sent back to the Weyrleader before she moves that way to take up a seat at the otherside of the hearth. "Morning sir, how goes this so far today?" Or perhaps it is to early for such things. A glance is sent over towards the other, and she too catches ight of th Candidate knot while sipping at her mug of klah.

"Good morning." Daralyn nods respectfully to the Weyrleader. "How are you today? Sir?" The 'sir' is hastily added to the end of his reply; suffice it to say that Daralyn is on his first cup of the morning.

"Well enough." Th'ero admits to Abigail. "Better than most days. Yourself?" She'd know, given how the Weyr can be! The book in his lap is closed as Daralyn approaches and he chuckles dryly. "Th'ero will suffice, Candidate for now. We're not in a formal setting and I do not mind if you forego the 'sir'." Makes it a little easier to talk if rank is temporarily overlooked. "I'm doing well. Though I suspect the owner of this…" His fingers tap the cover of the book. "…will wonder where their diary went too. Took me a moment to realize what it was." Sure it did. He smirks. "How're you? Don't think I've seen you around Fort before. Were you Searched outside of the Weyr or newly arrived?"

Abigail nods at that while she shifts to lean back upon her seat working on relaxing a bit it seems. "So far so good." She offers softly. Another glance is sent to Daralyn and thereis a nod seen to him as well. "Morning." Is said with a friendly tone. At the comment of the diary she peeks over to the book in question. "A diary huh?"

"That's a funny story…you know Ha'ze?" After a moment of thought, Daralyn gestures to a seat. "May I join you? This…might take a little bit to explain."

Th'ero will quietly hand the diary over to Abigail. "Indeed. I couldn't find a name…" he murmurs as he figures the Ringleader will take it. A brow quirks, "I know Ha'ze, yes." Too well. He frowns, half apprehensive and mostly curious. "So Kainaesyth Searched you." Put there's more to explain and the Weyrleader gestures for Daralyn to take a seat. "I've time this morning." Do tell.

Abigail is sipping at her drink when Daralyn says Ha'ze name, and she sputters a bit before coughing hard, it takes her a moment before she can speak. "Dammit… Don't tell me he did something again?" Yes, she does know Ha'ze it would seems. A glance is sent over Th'ero before she takes hold of the diary andgoes about looking through it.

Daralyn sits at Th'ero's gesture, and sighs. "Well, it's a funny story. Kai…sniffed me and poked around in my mind and decided he wanted me to be a Candidate and…that was that." He raises a hand. "Inri and I talked about the fact that he should have asked me first. I think he also slipped a few of the candidates a note to give me a hard time since I spent my first morning being told I needed to find a 'long stand' before Inri corrected me." To be fair, he doesn't know whether it was Ha'ze's idea or not to prank him…but, well, it's his best guess at this point… "So I went from being held at knife-point to being a candidate in about five minutes. It was an…experience."

Th'ero glances sidelong to Abigail when she sputters and for a brief moment the Weyrleader looks sympathetic to her reaction. His attention will drift back to Daralyn however and now it's his turn to exhale heavily and rub at the bridge of his nose with his free hand. "Pranks are common among Candidates and normally I'd say it was them to blame but so early on…" Not likely. "Dare I ask… why you were being held a knife-point?" He'll worry about why Daralyn wasn't given the proper introduction to Candidacy later. "My apologies for… that experience." It'll make for a good story in the Turns to come though!

Daralyn shrugs. "I was on my way into the Fort on a dark and stormy night and he was doing security…"

Abigail rolls her eyes slightly while she looks overthe book before tucking it to the side. She sips at her drink as she listen into the conversation and just peer at Daralyn. "Ha'ze held ye at knife-point?" This questioned with a curious tone.

"Yeah, he was worried I was a robber or something I guess." Beat. "It was dark and stormy and…like a bad story."

"Best be sure the Headwoman gets that," Th'ero mutters to Abigail concerning the diary. Somehow he figures just leaving it there for others to find will be a Bad Idea. "Regardless of the weather, Ha'ze shouldn't have held you at knifepoint without a good reason. You hardly seem a threat — no offence." Looks like the Weyrleader will have to have a 'talk' with the bronzerider — or more specifically Abigail will. Ha'ze is her Wingrider! Draining the last of his blah, Th'ero stands from his seat. "Sorry to cut our discussion short, but I should be going." He's lingered here long enough! "Clear skies, both of you. And a belated congratulations and welcome to Fort, Daralyn. I can only hope your next experiences are more… routine." And with less knives and trickery!

Abigail nods to the bit on the book. "Sure thing…" As for the rest… Yeah she will be having a talk with him over the matter. "He means well, honest…" She offers in defense of Ha'ze. Which let's face it she does this a lot for one reason or another. "I am glad that wasn't hurt at least." She glances to Th'ero and there is a nod seen. "Have a good day sir."


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