Who S'van, Aignes
What Two riders learn you never know who might turn up in the living cavern. Czarduinath and Aedeluth help (themselves).
When Winter, Day 21 of Month 1 of Turn 2722
Where Fort, Living Caverns

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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.


Winter in Fort is a rather brutal thing to begin with, but when one is used to the temperate, tropical nature of Monaco, it perhaps feels even more so. Maybe that's why Sev is scowling? It's certainly why he's wearing way more layers than usual, bundled up with hat and scarf and gloves that, hitherto only saw the light of day when he was making some unfortunate trek up north. And now, well. Here he is. Permanently in 'the north'. And winter? Winter has DEFINITELY come. But perhaps 'scowling' is a bit strong? He's not smiling, but he doesn't look particularly angry. It helps that he's hunched in a chair by the hearth, nursing a mug of cocoa with mini marshmallows. Kind hard to look intimidating with mini-marshmallows in your drink.

Aignes can save the scowling for later because ignorance is bliss at least for the moment. This weavery wingsecond is appropriately dressed for the winter wind, complete with cozy scarf and all, but she's not got any seat or warm beverage at the moment. Nope. Aignes is currently crouching awkwardly forgotten chair that has seen many days. Surely she isn't crazy enough to be talking to it although muttering seems to be coming from that direction. Muttering turns into a little bit of panic as a dart of grey comes bolting out, heading hearth-ward to hide under the next available thing and up she bolts as well. "Nobody step on it!!!"

Sev was probably not paying much attention to all the chair-staring. To each their own, right? But he's certainly paying attention when Aignes bolts upright. It takes a rather lot of effort to keep him from doing the same — old habits die hard and well… Fort's known for trouble, right? So instead he just sorta… sits there. A giant statue with cocoa, eyeing Aignes with a look that grows more and more curious before he sorta… looks awkward and takes a sip of cocao. "Don't step on what?" he wonders, turning his gaze toward the floor. "And does it bite?" Because that's the important thing.

"It" Aignes answers oh so helpfully as she prowls around a chair not too far from the sitting giant, "And maybe." Her peering efforts are divided even as she circles the furniture. Most of it's under, but every so often she glances over at S'van before on about the forth glance she pauses and does her own statue impression. "What are you doing here?" Czarduinath meanwhile is WAY more welcoming and doesn't hesitate to toss a few emerald streamers out towards Aedeluth.

"Well, can you at least tell me if it has four legs or six? Or more?" And his tone makes it very clear that anything more than 'four' is unacceptable and will be squashed upon sight. As Aignes does not want it stepped on, S'van is likely to assume she also does not want it squashed. He's just leaning forward, peering beneath the nearest chairs in what is likely an attempt to be helpful (or maybe just… looking out for his own hide) when she recognizes him in return. Peer. Blink-blink. "Drinking… cocoa?" Oh, he's not that dumb. But he's going to play it very convincingly for a moment or two, smiling that devil-may-care grin of his at Aignes. "And I was thinking of helping you look for your lost… whateveritis…" Of course, Aede making nice with Czardi — for he appears to have recently developed a fondness for streamers, twisting them prettily into a little bow — doesn't really help matters much. Ahem. "Yeah. Hi. I live here now."

Peering under the chairs will at least get a better hint at what that is. One of the mysterious amounts of legs swipes out. It's tiny and furry, but not too tiny. There's a little hiss as the mystery creature goes back to the safety of the chair. Aignes blinks as well and then coughs once at the mention of drinking cocoa. Totally not what she meant and here comes the scowling we all knew that was coming. "I don't need help. I just need people to not step on it. Him." Because she's a responsible pet owner. The dainty green livens up even more when it becomes clear the new bronze isn't just a temporary visitor and she brings out the full welcoming party treatment, shiny emerald sequins are added to those ribbons turned bows. She'll deck all these halls! « Oh, goodness. If you've just moved, you probably haven't had time to get proper rugs and curtains and blankets and things. That winter wind will freeze your rider right out if he's not careful! But mine can drop some off. The weavers have plenty! » Although Aignes might prefer if someone freezes.

"Aww, he's cute!" S'van likes kittens! Even ones that hiss and swat and snarl at him (just take a look at his weyrmate >.>) He wiggles his fingers toward that offended ball of fluff before settling quite comfortable in his chair again, leaving the wrangling of wild beasts to Aignes. "Clearly," he declares, smiling at her. "You've obviously got a handle on things." So Sev will just sit there and sip his cocoa and… watch. Grinning. Finding everything highly amusing and not bothering to disguise it. It's the throat-clearing that probably gives him away. That, and the side-eye toward the bowl and the total not-because-he's-feeling-awkward, awkward shifting on his chair. « Nope. » Agrees Aedeluth, who will happily entertain the emeralds by plucking a stray few and adding them to the shifting, ever-changing screens of his mind, blending text and gem until they shine with the same light. « S'fine though. He can stand to freeze a bit. But if you wanna visit and make sure I don't… » One might almost imagine the eyebrow wagglings.

Itty bitty kitty resents that comment and gives a hiss before otherwise settling down. Keeping an eye on both S'van and the wayward kitten is exhausting and so Aignes perches on the chair, with an eye on the bronzerider. The kitty will at least need to get by her feet to escape, hopefully. Maybe one of her firelizards will bring some yarn at some point. She blinks over at him again. "You look… well." That's as good and as not-awkward as she can manage even if it sounds like it's being pried out because she has to say something. That shifting emerald glow of screens and text draws Czarduinath in a little deeper as she croons. « It would be a shame if you were to freeze. » The tiny green might not be much help keeping warm, but she can try. And may or may not bring along a blanket or two for the humans. It's only polite.

S'van's eyebrows shoot skyward, and a suspiciously amused look is given Aignes. "Do I?" he wonders, unable to help himself. "Suppose I look a fair bit better than I did… well." Cough-cough. "You don't look so bad yourself," he decides jovially, happily pretending nothing uncomfortable is happening right now. "All… warm and stuff." Yeah. Warm. What doesn't help — what truly Does. Not. Help — is Aedeluth. Flirting. Very obviously flirting. « Damn shame, » he agrees, all silky purr and static crackly. « And every little bit helps, » he decides, the invitation clear. « Yer welcome on my ledge anytime. » Blankets or no blankets. S'van? Well. Seems he's reached the end of his ability to cope. With a bit of a choke on his cocoa, he shifty-eyes the door and then Aignes before rolling to his feet in a movement that is nothing close to casual. "So yeah. I gotta go… do stuff." Like hide. Or something. "So… good luck with your… thing." And zoooom, he is gone.

That darn persistent cough comes up again as Aignes looks anywhere but at S'van. Although to be fair, she definitely has on a lot more layers than there last time the pair met. Czarduinath is shameless and will be more than happy to continue with that flirting. S'van shouldn't be surprised if the green is actually on the ledge in the morning. She doesn't take up a lot of space. Aignes meanwhile is going to shake her head and ignore the departing bronzerider, instead focusing on trying to lure that little kitty out from the chair and home.


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