Who Phineas Kimmila
What Finn gets Searched!
When winter
Where Fort Weyr, Weyr Approach

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Fort Weyr - Weyr Approach
The massive rock face that makes up the outer walls of Fort Weyr dominate your view amongst the small cotholds that dot the landscape. The path is well-worn and well tended, bushes and tall pine trees running right up against the road, keeping it well shaded in summer, and protected in winter.
Next to the tunnel entrance is a small Tavern, sounds of merriment facilitated by alcohol pouring out the doorway each time some one opens it.


Midmorning in the middle of winter, and Fort is covered in snow and ice. And mud, where the snow has been worn down or shoveled away on the paths. Just outside of the weyr, Kimmila is watching as her little blue dragon carefully clears away a fallen tree to keep the weyr approach road clear and well maintained. Noise and merriment echoes out from the nearby tavern, and the bluerider looks longingly towards the warmth before hunching her shoulders against a sudden cold wind. The clouds above block out the sun, and shadows lengthen. "Hurry up," she mutters, eliciting a low snort from the careful dragon.

Phineas is in mourning. They stole the pie man and with him, Finn's only source of energy on this planet.. SUGAR. He is also in a coat, hat, scarf and gloves— he's in mourning, not insane. What treats were left in the Living Cavern? Totally hidden in Finn's room. Except for the cookies currently clutched in one hand and the thermos of klah in the other, of course. And down he comes, trudging along the road, munching cookies and avoiding the sugarless bleekness of the living cavern. It should probably be noted that Finn /is/ an adult and is clearly feeling overly dramatic this morning. >.> Still, he hears the voice, and comes to a halt, huddling in his coat to munch his cookie and watch. Only thing better then dodging work? Dodging work to watch /other/ people work.

Kimmila turns her head to watch the newcomer watch /her/ not do work, and that makes her scowl even more. "Hey, either help or keep moving." Never MIND that she's standing there doing nothing too. Varmiroth lifts his head and rumbles at his rider, and she just rolls her eyes in response. Grumpy? Meet grumpy.

Phineas tilts his head, pale blue eyes slanting a glance at the female as he takes a very slow bite of his cookie. Clearly considering her as he chews, also slowly, and swallows, he glances toward the dragon, back to the female, and down to his cookie. Help or keep moving? "Righto," he murmurs in the wake of another bite of cookie. Given he's not about to start hauling trees any time soon? He opens the thermos instead and takes a long swallow of the steaming hot klah (with a sickening amount of sugar in it). "This," he points out. "Is me helping." And while he's grumpy and generally displeased with the world? He still swings the thermos out to share. The cookies? Those are his, though.

Kimmila frowns, but does move through the drifts to take the klah and take a sip, only to hold it out as she coughs and sputters. "What do you /have/ in that? Is that sweetener? Shards and shells, man, how do you /sleep/?"

"Sleep is for the weak," Finn notes with an immediate quirk of his lips in a lopsided smile. Reaching out to take the thermos back, he takes a long swallow, pushing the rest of the cookie into his mouth. "I's g'd," is mumbled around the cheek pouching mouthful of food. "This," he adds as he swallows, sips, and swallows. "is weaker then my usual."

Kimmila shakes her head. "That's disgusting." No question about it. Shoving her hands deeper into her pockets, she turns to stare at her lifemate, who has been watching the exchange with slowly spinning eyes. The little blue rumbles in amusement and returns to pulling at the tree with his forelegs, carefully dragging it aside on the pathway which, while large, isn't really big enough for any dragons bigger than him.

Phineas exhales a snort at the response, side eyeing the female. "You could do with a little sweetness," he points out. "Just sayin," is added as he takes another swallow of the klah. Glancing at the dragon, he raises the thermos in a salute, winking before taking another long swallow. "I'd help," he notes to the dragon. "But it would end in tears. Mine, but still."

Kimmila laughs at that, though it's not really a light hearted, joyful laugh. "I've been told that for turns," she says dryly. "Point is, it's no one's business to tell me how I should be, or what I could do with." She smirks and watches Varmiroth, who has paused again to look at the two humans, tilting his head and rumbling with the tip of his tail twitching slightly. Kimmila just stares at him until he goes back to work.

"Here, here!" Finn's response comes hand in hand with another raise of his thermos and another long swallow of klah. "I say that all the time," he admits. "Stupid healers telling me there is any such thing as to much sugar." Snorting, he takes another long swallow, pushing the last cookie into his mouth to be quickly chewed and swallowed. "Craziness."

Kimmila eyes him for a long moment. "You really should listen to the Healers," she says dryly. "They do know what they're talking about, and if they say you use too much sweetener, then you should cut back." Varmiroth rumbles again, staring at the two of them, and Kimmila stares back. "No," she says firmly to the blue, who wuffles through his nostrils. "No." Wufflesnort. "Are you kidding me? No." Growl.

Phineas chokes on a laugh at the suggestion, blue eyes giving a pointedly slow roll. "Pffft. Have you met Kezresan? He looked at me like I was crazy for sucking perfectly good frosting out of my sweater. Never listen to a man who would waste frosting." Ever. It's a rule. "Sides," he adds. "I need the calories." He's a beanpole, a great big, entirely to tall, beanpole of a man. Glancing between Kimmila and Varmiroth, he flashes a lopsided grin, raising the thermos to his lips to finish off the last of the klah. "You got a lot of opinions," he notes in amused tones.

Kimmila stares at Phineas for a long moment, and then shrugs a shoulder. "No one should waste frosting." She can agree with him on /that/, at least. Varmiroth rumbles again, edging closer to the pair and still dragging that tree trunk along with him. "He needs help," Kimmila says, pointing at her lifemate. "He says you need to help him." The blue tilts his head and anyone semi-literate in dragon posture would read 'I said what?' in the blue's posture.

"Right!? Finally!" Throwing up his arms in an 'I knew I was RIGHT' gesture, Finn inclines his head as he lowers them to stuff gloved hands back into his pockets. "I told Kezresan that, but nooo. He knows everything." It's the rest that has Finn, grimacing and slanting a suspicious look at Kimmila. "You're right here," he points out. "Isn't that /your/ job?" It's Varmiroth's reaction that has him snorting and adding. "You are /not/ even a little slick," he adds with a smirk. Still, he tugs his hands from his pockets and steps carefully around the blue. "This," he notes to the dragon. "Will not end well. You have been warned." That being said, he gets on the other end of the log, exhales a dramatic sigh and starts pushing.

It may not have been what Varmiroth wanted, but the little blue is /delighted/ that he's helping. With a happy trill and an adorable shake of his wings, he begins to pull again, lugging the log (and Phineas)…towards the weyr?

Toward the weyr? Finn's brows furrow as he glances to the side of the road and then up the way they are going before slanting a look at the trilling blue. "You could have picked a smaller log to keep for yourself, you know." Still, he's not immune to cuteness— as his two little sisters will attest— and shakes his head as he adjusts his grip and keeps pushing. "I hope," he calls back to Kimmila. "You have room for this.. Could be a couch," he supposes. "You owe me cookies." Cause she totally got out of doing the work and he's not entirely sure how /that/ happened. "We will never speak of this," he adds in dry tones to Varmiroth.

Varmiroth happily wiggles as he continues to tug the log into the weyr and across the bowl, while Kimmila follows along with an amused smirk tugging at her lips.

Fort Weyr - Training Complex
The remnants of a historic collapse are apparent here, as the slope face of the bowl has a predominant downward curvature. It's likely long ago, that a cavern larger than any Fort currently has was where the training complex currently is. A probable cave in triggered a fissure on the bowl wall which lead to a great chunk of it dislodging, thus creating the rounded slope.
Yet, many centuries later, all that remains to give evidence is the pocket made into the bowl wall. It seems that the inhabitants of Fort Weyr have made best of the created space. Rock on the ground proper has long since cleared, but pebbles and loose shale are constantly underfoot. Still, the sprig of some green leafed vegetation isn't too out of the ordinary in these parts, as long as it doesn't get trampled by the comings and goings.
It's clear that this area has been designated for the training of young minds, whether human or dragon. Surrounded by rock on all side, it's like a personal weyr bowl for the youngsters to minimize distraction and danger. The candidate barracks have been built across from the Weyrling barracks, so that one group can educate the next. Finally, placed in the centre of the two entrances of the opposing barracks, near the rock face, is a statue with a memorial plaque.

Phineas eyes the wiggling dragon and shakes his head, an amused laugh spilling past his lips. "You act just like my sisters," He notes as he flashes another lopsided smile. "Course, /they/ would be riding on the log and urging me to push faster, but still." Clearly he /adores/ them. And he is not paying attention, not even a little bit, until that very long trek has gotten noticably longer. "We dragging this all the way to Igen, or what?" Sweating? Not a thing Finn care for, at all.

Varmiroth drops his end of the log right outside of the candidate barracks and trills in what can only be described as a TA-DA! moment. And he looks at Phineas expectantly, eyes spinning with bubbly joy. Kimmila is still trailing behind, now looking like she's about to fall over from suppressed laughter.

Phineas ooofs as he's suddenly alone on the log, his lips twitching in a bemused smile as he straightens and pushes a gloved hand through short blond hair. "Victory?" Hey, maybe they are gonna make the candidates haul it around the bowl? THAT would be hysterical to watch. "My pleasure," he adds with a sweeping bow and a wink for the dragon. Course, it's Ms. Grumps-alot that his gaze sweeps to next. "Thanks for the help," he calls loudly. Bhew, woman after his own heart, master of work shirking. "Clever, clever girl."

Kimmila strides up beside her lifemate, rubbing his neck affectionately. "Will you Stand for Kayeth and Velokraeth's clutch?" she asks the man whose name she still doesn't know. "Varmiroth thinks you'd make a great Candidate."

Phineas slants a look at Varmiroth like he clearly thinks the dragon has taken a knock on the noggin. "Me?" Which translates into 'The Laziest Man on Pern'. "Uh…" Clearing his throat, he glances between Kimmila, Varmiroth and the barracks before lightly clearing his throat. "Yeah," he decides. "I will." After a beat, he slants a wryly lopesided smile to Varmiroth and shakes his head. "Tricky."

Varmiroth flares out his wings and bugles happily, while Kimmila digs into her satchel to pull out a white Candidate's knot, tossing it to the man. "Congratulations," she says with a crooked smile. "Your first chore is to get this log out of here and back to the forest."

"Tha-" Finn begins as he reaches for the knot. "Wait, what?" Blinking, he glances between rider and dragon and groans as he takes the knot. "Are you serious?" Cause that's just cruel! Funny, but cruel.

Kimmila gestures to the log. "We can't have this just sitting here. Yes, I'm serious. However you do it is fine, just get it out of here before the Weyrlingmaster has a fit."

Phineas exhales a breath, smirking as he shoves the knot into the pocket of his coat. "You're a mean, mean woman," he points out. "Gonna need an axe." Chopping it up seems like the easiest way to go. "Finn, by the way," he adds to the pair. "Nice to meet you both." Even you, cruel heartless female.

Kimmila shrugs again with another smile. "Kimmila and Varmiroth. Welcome to Candidacy! Have fun!" And with that, she saunters off. Varmiroth hesitates, and then bounds through the snow after his rider, like a little puppy.

Phineas exhales a wry laugh as he turns to watch them go. After a moment, he sighs, looks back at the log and shakes his head. "Doom." That being said? The search for the axe commences!


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