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.

The storm blew in as the lunch rush began to fade, and now that the dinner rush is in full swing, the storm is raging outside. A full on Fortian winter blizzard, the snow pelting the mountains and settling thick in the valleys above the weyr. Inside, Nyalle is sitting at the leadership table on its slightly raised dais, having some stew and sipping her tea. Her playfulness of proddy is somewhat dimmed at the moment, which must mean Kayeth is sleeping, but the young weyrwoman still smiles more than she usually does, and laughs more often.

What wonderful weather to arrive in. Fresh from the Hold, even fresher from the crafter's dorms, having changed from flight-appropriate gear to something more comfortable, Amethyst enters the living cavern beside a much taller, older lady, the pair of them wearing their Smith knots proud on their shoulder. As her companion filters off to do her own thing, the senior apprentice is left to do her own thing. First? Exploration - or what can be done in the dinner rush, anyway. She slips between the tables and people towards the food, always a good place to start, and she can't help but sneak a look up at the leadership table, with a big grin for spotting the Weyrwoman there. If she's seen in her looking, she bobs into a quick curtsey, nodding her head in a polite hello.

If a storm just blew in, that usually means an influx of folk and riders alike to the caverns as they all flee the outdoors to take cover. Among one such knot of riders is the Weyrleader himself and Th'ero pauses by the entrance to brush as much of the snow from his gear as possible. He hadn't been out with Velokraeth but had had plans to before the weather turned. "… shardin' winter." he can be heard muttering under his breath, which earns a few agreeable mutterings from those passing him. He'll lift his head to scan the caverns then, only to spot Nyalle in her usual seat and it's to the Weyrwoman that he approaches. "Afternoon, Nyalle." he greets, his gaze lingering on her in an almost wary manner. How proddy is she right now? It's while he's gauging this that he'll spot movement and catch Amethyst mid-curtsey. Though the gesture was not aimed at him, Th'ero will still politely dip his head to the young woman. "Afternoon." See? He can be polite! And… somewhat approachable.

Food is one of those requirements for life. Thus, despite the bustle inside Hazelon has made himself an appearance where food can be found (because he's not about to miss another meal when the food is RIGHT THERE.) He's over there by the tables gathering what he can carry before looking to see if there is a secluded corner wherein he can eat. Somewhere not near the weyrleader OR his batarse crazy weyrwoman. (There aren't any snowballs here, right?)

Abigail has been out in said weather it seems. The brownrider pauses at the entrance of the cave and goes about brushing her jacket off as as she grumbles while attempting to get the snow off. So far so good really. She catches sight of Th'ero just moving off, as such she doesn't bother greeting him just yet as she is off to find something to eat and warm to drink. Hazelon is caught sight of and she smiles to him. "Hello Hazelon." She offers with a slight wave seen. "How are ye?" She's not talked to him in a short while now.

Nyalle pauses in her meal, setting her spoon down as Th'ero approaches. The Senior rises from her seat respectfully, curtseying to the Weyrleader. "Weyrleader," she murmurs softly. "I'm glad you're here. I think-" She's cut off by his nod, her eyes traveling to spot Amethyst, and studying her for a moment before she smiles gently and returns her nod. Hazelon and Abigail are spotted as well, and Nyalle just blushes as she sits hastily once again, grabbing for her tea.

The Weyrleader's greeting earns a wider grin from Amethyst, who's already flashing plenty of teeth. He gets another quick bob, and a "Good afternoon, sir," in reply. Then off she trots, continuing on her way to the food. Once she's got a full plate, she pauses beside Hazelon, looking for somewhere suitable to sit. "Excuse me," is said to both Abigail and the young man. "Is the seat here free, or should I go anywhere in particular, as a visiting Crafter?"

Wait, someone is talking to him? His name rolling off someone's tongue catches the ex-drudge's attention. The food is hugged tighter- like someone might actually try to take it from him. When the voice reveals itself to be the Wingleader (did he ever catch her name?) who had drug him out of the forest he nods back just slightly. Hazelon's face is smooth, and only the way he keeps himself back oh-so-carefully might attest to the amount of waryness he holds those involved in his capture at the moment. But she had spoken, so he does speak back, "Ma," except, WAIT. Now there is ANOTHER person speaking to him. He'll step back, turning dark eyes onto the woah-friendly apprentice who appeared on his elbow. "Ain't matterin' where you be sittin'." The words come stiffly. Apparently this was NOT a quiet corner.

Th'ero tilts his head in a slightly curious gesture when Nyalle begins to speak to him but is cut off. He quirks a brow, a silent prompt for her to continue but the moment passes and greetings are being exchanged. He'll flash Amethyst a brief smile before she moves off, his eyes spotting Abibail and then Hazelon, his expression unreadable though he sends a nod to both of them. When it seems he's freed again for now from social necessities, Th'ero will step around the table and towards his chair next to Nyalle's. "Storm just kicked up." he informs her with a grimace. In case she didn't already know!

Abigail curiously watches Hazelon a few moments, a soft smile seen before she nods to him. "I'm Abbey by the way." There now he knows her name. As for the food he carries no worries there! There is plenty more over on the tables and waves a hand towards one. "Why don't you try over there?" This questioned softly to the boy before she looks to a new voice. "Afternoon, it don't matter where abouts really. Save the leaders table I suppose." Meaning she should ask before sitting with them unless invited over of course. She catches the nod from Th'ero and offers him one back along with a polite smile.

Nyalle watches Amethyst go for a moment, her brows furrowing. "She's new, right?" she asks aside to Th'ero, watching her interact with Hazelon and Abigail. She sips her tea, shifting in her seat again. "I think-" she begins once more, only to be cut off when a drudge approaches and bows. "Sir, your meal request for this evening?"

"Oh, really? No seating arrangements? That's /wonderful/." Amethyst grins at Hazelon, then at Abigail when the brownrider seconds what the former said. "We've just got here from Telgar, and it was a very different story there; have you ever sat at someone else's table when you weren't meant to? You'd think it was the end of Pern, the way they acted." She rolls her eyes and tuts, before scanning the open seats. "Amethyst, by the by. Senior Smith Apprentice, and, as I said, new here - we're here for a month, I think. As long as needed, anyway. Would you mind if I sit wherever you're going to sit?"

"Hazelon." Becuase he'd never actually given Abigail his name offically. So, they're like… not not friends any more. He had started to drift away when Abigial points out a more unoccupied corner. But then the newly introduced Amethyst is asking if maybe they could be sitting together. His eyes drift up to Th'ero, then back around. "I suppose there ain't nothin' wrong with that." The teen slides into a seat, plopping food down in front of him. It is already moving into his mouth before his butt makes contact with the chair.

No seating arrangements here, save for the leadership table, but even then both the Weyrwoman and Weyrleader have always been welcoming to anyone wanting to join them, invite or no. Th'ero may very well have tried to call them over again, but his attention is drawn to Nyalle when the Weyrwoman prompts him with a question. "I believe so. Hadn't seen her or the one with her before. Thought I recognized the colors as Smithcraft, but I could be mistaken." Which may be why his dark eyes are then turning back to where Amethyst stands with Abigail and Hazelon… or perhaps he's watching another? One never knows with the Weyrleader. Th'ero's turning his gaze away then, back to Nyalle and he listens intently. SHe thinks…? Shard it! He has to grit his teeth from snapping something at the drudge but even so his response is clipped. "Ale and stew. Please." Dismissed! "I'm sorry, Nyalle. You think…?"

Abigail smiles to Hazelon and nods to him once more. "Well met Hazelon." See? No ill feelings towards him and so forth. She glances to Amethyst curiously. "Nice ta met ye. Abigial rider to Niumdreoth, Wingleader for Search and Rescue." Well that mouth full is out of the way. "I don't see why not." A slight point is sent to where Hazelon is sitting before she is off to get some food for herself.

Nyalle slouches a bit in her seat when the drudge arrives, and when Th'ero prompts her again she sits up, her mouth opening. "I think…" And then it happens. Whatever it was Nyalle was trying to warn him about happens, with the awakening of Kayeth. As the blizzard rages on outside the autumnal Senior queen uncoils from her ledge, stretches and lets out a challenging roar. Soaring into the snow-laden skies, she heads straight for the feeding ground while Nyalle gasps. "No!" Not now! On her feet, the Weyrwoman stumbles towards the door, forgetting her coat in her haste - though she can't help but giggle as she bursts through the door, leaving it swinging open and sending a rush of snow and wind into the caverns.

Amethyst follows Hazelon and Abigail, accepting each of their introductions with a bright smile. "Nice to meet you both," she says as she slips into an empty seat, settling her plate on the table in front of her. But before she can say anything more, there's the distraction of the Weyrwoman getting up and giggling her way out - an action that leaves the Weyr's newcomer slightly confused, as well as amused. "Well now. Is that, ah, normal here?"

Hazelon spares the barest of a nod for Abbey's manners, seeing as he already has a whole pile of food in his mouth. Th'ero's gaze isn't lost, but dark eyes are pinned on the table in front of him… until the crazy weyrwoman lets out that exclamation and darts out the doorway. An eyebrow shoots up and he'll cast a look over at Abigail, the question there but not expressed.

It's normal, but not common and whatever it is, it has the riders in the caverns sitting straighter and with mixed and varying reactions. Notably, the bronzeriders are booking it for the entrance, with a few brown riders joining in. The Weyrleader? He's getting to his feet too, but swearing under his breath. "Now? Now? In a blizzard?" he exclaims, as if his low spoken protests can undo Kayeth's decision to rise. Too late now and with Velokraeth charging forwards and diving down into the feeding grounds after the glowing gold, Th'ero's got to make his hasty exit. Who knows if it'll be him wearing that knot at the end of this?

Abigail is quiet while picking up a mug of klah and goes about drinking it, all up until the weyrwoman is up and running for the door. There is a pause and she glances after a few riders and then catches sight of Th'ero leaving as well. It doesn't take long for her to figure out what is going on thanks to speaking with Niumdreoth. A slight sigh escapes her and she glances back to the ones here, the ones looking at her at least. "A gold is rising." There is a slight pause. "It's Kayeth." Reason for Nyalle leaving it seems. There is a pause and she grumbles once more, Niumdreoth is of course interested, darn brown doesn't know his limit. Then again Niumdreoth has managed to catch two golds over the turns so he has a good chance.

"Oh, I see." There's a first time for everything, and Amethyst seems amused that she'd find herself in the middle of so many firsts, all at the same time. Curiously, she watches the Weyrleader leave too, then looks from Hazelon to Abigail. "I have to admit, it's not something I've experienced before. And Kayeth would be - let me remember this correctly - the Senior Weyrwoman's dragon, which would mean…" Dark eyes flicker over to the leadership table, piecing things together. "Interesting. So… what happens now?"

"That's why she's been actin' crazy." Hazelon mutters this to himself, keeping his eyes firmly on the food in front of him. No matter what else might be happening outside, he'll take food first. One never quite knows when the next good meal is going to be. "We be waitin'." Short, simple the answer to the apprentice when she inquires on what happens next.

Abigail grumbles once more and is soon heading to the door. "Yeah Ye all get to wait in the warm cavern." She gets to go out in the snow, still her mug of klah is coming with her! Out she goes to head towards the corral with the others there. When it comes to flights she has little control over keeping Niumdreoth from them.

Amethyst nods, picking up her utensils as she watches Abigail leave, too. "Well," she says to Hazelon, amused. "I'm not sure if this is a /good/ day to arrive on, or not - I suppose there could possibly be a shift in leadership after this flight, if I'm remembering right? That could be interesting…" Interesting would seem to be her word of the hour. "Have you been here long, Hazelon?"

Hazelon's eyes follow Abigail as she abruptly leaves, chewing his last bite slowly and thoughtfully. But the girl continues talking to him and so he'll be turning dark eyes back to her. "Aye. Mayhap be for the best if leadership was changin'." If Th'ero wasn't in charge after all, then maybe they'd give up the foolishness that the bronzerider was looking to get into. With the caverns emptying out as riders scatter to different places- some to the frozen outsides and others peeling off in pairs Hazelon's chewing slows. Her question is examined from every corner before he clears the bite in his mouth to answer. "Goin' on four turns."

"I'm not sure I'm qualified to comment on politics, but if you've been here all that long…" Amethyst trails off, leaving it unsaid that she'll bow to his deeper understanding of the way things work around here, politically at least. She cuts herself off a bitesized morsel, then chews it thoughtfully as she looks at her new surroundings. Once she's swallowed, she continues. "So, what is it that you've done here for all that time?"

Man she is chatty. Hazelon's eyes stay on Amethyst as she talks, for politeness sake, even as he chews on the food that is steadily disappearing from before him. When she comes upon a slightly sticky question the silence extends between them, till finally he turns his eyes back to the table. A shrug goes through his shoulder as he talks around a bite of food in his mouth. "Workin," because that's informative. Attempting to stave off more questions about himself he'll interject one of his own- "Like bein' a harper?"

Amethyst's mouth is currently full, so Hazelon will get a moment's respite from the conversation, if nothing more. His answer earns a nod and a smile that's more polite than anything else. Once she's swallowed her mouthful, she cocks her head to the side and frowns, curiously, at his question. "Do /I/ like being a Harper?"

Polite. That is perhaps the best way to explain the conversation going on in the far corner of the caverns. A teen dressed clearly as one who works at Fort is busy eating while sitting near- though not directly next too a harper apprentice. "Aye." Simple answers are better. Gaze flicks upwards, really, he's interested in the answer.

"Well… I suppose I might enjoy being a Harper, if I were one?" Amethyst quirks one brow curiously up towards her short hair, before setting down her fork to tap at the knot on her shoulder… no Harper blue there, just Smithcraft colours. "I /do/ enjoy being a Smith, though."

Evening it might be, but there's one lad in the Weyr that looks like he might have just woken up. Appearing from the inner caverns, Ravyal covers his mouth with one hand as yawns and walks. His mussed hair is certainly another indicator of sleep, with the fluffy mass just a bit ruffled up. The muted rumble of thunder from the outside causes the boy to pause a moment though, holding very still as he sends a glance in the direction of the entrance. It takes him a few seconds, but once he deems it safe to continue on, he shuffles toward what food is available. Breakfast time or not, he just woke up and he's hungry!

Hazelon is all out of questions to ask. His gaze flicks to the shoulder, then back to the food before him. Food. He shoves the last of that food into his mouth, then looks upwards towards who else has come into the room.

The lack of an answer leaves Amethyst a little confused, as she looks to the younger man in anticipation of a response - though when it seems clear none is coming, she simply smiles and shrugs it off, digging into her dinner once more. Silence is fine if it's amiable, right? She notes sleepy-looking Ravyal, offering the young lad a smile as he passes their table, which has plenty of empty seats, of course. "Klah," she says as he passes, with a cheery wink. He looks like he needs it!

There's not a lot to the plate that Ravyal brings back with him. Stew could /pretend/ to be breakfast. Right? Maybe. But the klah is universal, and the teen gives Amethyst a shy smile as he holds up the mug of the stuff. Advice taken! There's a bit of a look given to the empty seats though, and another quick look back at the entrance to the caverns when thunder rumbles again, and the weaver settles himself down, quick to scoot in. "Um..hello." It's soft, really, with the teen not quite seeming to know what else to say at first while he pokes at the stew in his bowl. But at least his eyes are lifted, taking in the woman and then Hazelon as well, lips remaining in an upward curve.

Hazelon really isn't one for groups, or crowds. His interaction with those sitting around him tonight could quite possibly be the most he has had over the course of the week, with those in the weyr still wary of him. Standing, he mutely begins to gather his dishes. "Was nice mettin' you. You… might be bein' wary if you be seein' the riders. Gold flights can be… different. This bein' your first." That piece of advice delivered, he will slips away from the table with just the slightest of nods given to the other teen who appears.

Amid the normal sounds within the cavern for the time of day are a few conversations that, as time passes, grow a little louder, either out of anticipation or someone's getting into their cups. Likely a mixture of both, as Kayeth rises and every bronze wishing to snare her (and a few daring browns!) give chase. A warning to be wary of the riders is… rightly given. Some of the weyrfolk too and regular residents. All react different! From the conversations though, the betting has already begun and from the laughter and oaths being sworn, some aren't liking the odds being tossed about.

"Nice meeting you, too," Amethyst replies to Hazelon, raising her glass to him as he leaves, and thanking him for his advice. The new teenager to join her table gets another warm smile, as she leans slightly to him. "Hello." There's a pause in which she chows down on another mouthful of food, before she speaks to him again. "Long night?" The growing noise in the cavern distracts her momentarily, as she looks for the source - the laughing riders just further down from where they're sitting are eyed curiously. "Is it always like this, when there's a flight?"

Ravyal starts into his meal with a bit of a wave after Hazelon, watching after him in mild curiosity. There's a sigh at least for the taste of food being put in his mouth, and the weaver merely savors it for a bit before his gaze flicks back to Amethyst again. Then the hurried chewing does begin, quickly swallowing it down so he can speak again. "I was late finishing a project, needed to stay up.." And then sleep most of the day away, it seems! The growing noise earns the teen's attention as well though, gaze flicking away before it returns to the smith again, brows slowly lifting. "Um, not always? I didn't..grow up..around all this, but there've been some while I've been here. Golds..different thing. You know?"

Amethyst shifts a little uncomfortably in her seat, chewing on her lip and looking thankful for Ravyal's speaking, so she can be distracted from looking at a certain young dark-haired rider… She snaps her attention back to the weaver, smiling a little too brightly at him. "I know how that goes, staying up late to finish something." Absent stabbing at her plate manages to spear nothing, which surprises her when she lifts an empty fork into her mouth. "But I don't know about golds, no… I've never been in a Weyr for one." The Smith clears her throat, looking down the table at the riders again. "Did you say you've been here a while? Do you know who he is?" With an attempt to be discrete, she points at the dark-haired man down the way.

"For a little while.. Not too long." Ravyal is at least able to get his food onto his utensil and to his mouth, taking a bite of stew-things as he can between those little bouts of talking. "Who" The teen trails off, but leans himself a little to the side in order to get a look. Brows lift, but then his head is shaking again, pulling back. " I don't know too many of the riders and all.. So I..well.. sorry?" The teen plucks up his mug then, hiding in it slightly while taking a sip or two. "I'm Ravyal." At least he can introduce /himself/.

And Amethyst's cheeks flush red for having been so rude as to forget something as basic as an introduction. "Sorry," she says softly, apologetically. "Pleasure to meet you, Ravyal. I'm Thys - Amethyst. It's nice to… oh. I already said that, didn't I?" She's more distracted now, looking down the table at that man who's caught her eye, and seemingly confused by it. "So… you've been here for a while? You're a…" Squinting at his knot drags her attention back to the current conversation. "Weaver. What do you work on?"

Ravyal doesn't look terribly comfortable himself. Maybe it's the storm. Or the rising tide of chatter amongst the masses. Or just that weird…feeling that seems to be in the air. "Just a few sevendays.." Not long at all! There's a quick biting of his lower lip though, before he at least manages another faint smile for Thys, nodding. "Thank you. I'm just an apprentice, so..a little of everything, I guess? We have to know how to do plenty before we focus on anything..specific. What do you work on?"

Whatever it is in the air, it's certainly affecting Amethyst. "Jewellery. My speciality is jewellery. Oooh…" The group of riders that contains the one she's had her eye on gets up to their feet, and their rowdiness continues to grow. "I'm hoping to have a… a small exhibition if I can get permission. I'm on my way around Pern with my Mentor, making and learning about regional styles, and taking commissions, too…" She bites her lip, looking along at the men again. "I'm so sorry, Ravyal, but I'm going to have to leave you; I, er, well… there's a something I have to do…" Which is a poor lie, and her expression shows that she knows it is.

" problem.." Ravyal's eyes might be just a little bit wide at it all. Maybe it would be a better idea to take his stew and go /hide/ with it. That seems best. At least he offers a little smile for Thys, head tilting. "Could I maybe…see it sometime? The jewelry. Um..but you go on ahead!"

"Absolutely! I'm sure I'll see you in the dorms?" Amethyst gets to her feet, gathering up her empty plate to go dispose of it. "Just let me know when, and I'll get it. It's not kept with me." She dips her head at Ravyal. "Nice to meet you. See you around sometime?" And with that, she's gone - meandering along the way past those rowdy riders, before disappearing out of sight.