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.


Early afternoon around the Weyr, Abigail is making her way on into the caverns with a few books with her. The books are notebook style; just with hard covers to offer what may inside them a bit more protection. A short sleeved light green blouse rests upon her, under that a white long sleeved shirt to offer her some extra warmth thanks to the lovely wintery weather outside, dark brown pants and boots as well. Her shirt is also un-tucked which yes there is a reason why but any that might not give her more than a mere glance over would truly notice anything out of the norm. She wanders onwards; something nice and warm to drink is on her list, and perhaps something to munch on if there is anything linger on the table.

Borodin is… actually in the Weyr! He was beginning to wonder, with all these trips, but today he's here. He's even getting a chance to sit down and eat! Probably that means somebody isn't paying attention, but he's not going to remind them. At least not until he's finished this plate of mashed tubers and baked wherry. Omnom.

Abigail finds a mug, and then find something warm to put into it, two for two! With a mug full of hot cider, and then a plate with some mashed tubers and wherry, along with some bread, can't forget the bread after all. Those things in hand she is off to find a table, perhaps here or over there.. Though she soon enough catches sight of Borodin is heads on towards where he happens to be, and sits down next to him without even asking to join. "Hey." This said with a smile.

Borodin blinks up. "Oh uhm hey," he says, and smiles. She sits down! So he doesn't have to invite her. He pokes plate with fork instead. "I, uh… how have you been? I, uhm, they've been keeping us busy." As well she should know, given how often she seems to be helping out with the candidate trips!

Abigail sets those books down and lets her hands wrap around her mug, a curious look offered to Borodin, hey a smile so that is always nice. "I'm doing alright. Aye that I know.." She has helped out a good amount with the trips. For one reason or another, not that she was shrugging her duties as a wingsecond though, which is why until recently sleep was a hard thing for her to get. It's rather hard to burn both ends of a candle at the same time after all. "How have ye been liking the trips?"

Harder still is doing it without getting wax-drips all over oneself! Borodin nods. "Oh, uhm, they've been…" Pause. "…good. I mean, mostly. I mean, well, it's interesting to see other things. And, uh, how places are. What's…. going on… with Pern."

Abigail nods slightly while taking a sip from her drink, a slight glance sent towards him, eyeing him curiously a few moments. "I'm glad yer enjoying it." This offered with a soft tone, smile seen once more. "I'm glad I got to help out taking ye all on trips too." So they all get to see some stuff they might not have before. Yay for trips! She sets her mug down and picks up the bread she brought with her and pulls off a piece to chew on it. Almost as if she was thinking of a way to bring something up to tell her dear brother.

"Uh, yeah." Enjoyment, right! That's the thing. Borodin definitely enjoys the parts that don't involve small children or falling into things or… he picks another bite of food off his plate. "They, uhm, should pick somewhere with beaches for the next trip. Niumdreoth'd like that."

Abigail would have to agree with that children part, though only for things like trips to places where everyone is supposed to be on their best behavior. A smile is seen and she chuckles. "I'll pass that idea along. Niumdreoth would like that indeed.." Ah, anyone else sense a 'but' coming? "I'm not really going to be able to between for a while. So Nium will have to wait for another beach trip until then."
Whyever would there be a but coming? Borodin blinks up at Abigail in incomprehension. "What? Why not? Did you get hurt?" He looks her up and down, but he doesn't see any obvious broken limbs or gaping wounds.

Abigail doesn't have any broke limbs, or wounds, or well anything that seems /that/ noticeable at least. Well other than seeming to wearing a shirt that is perhaps an extra size bigger on her. "Well.. No nothing like that." Another pause and now she is lost for words, which really is amusing as she is the one that normally never has a problem saying what is on her mind. She picks at that piece of bread a few moments, making a nice little pile of it upon the table there. "Ever thought about being an uncle?" There is a slight pause. "Cause yer gona be one.."

"O…kay…" Borodin says. Now he just doesn't get it. She's not hurt. And… "Is Niumdreoth okay?" Maybe the dragon's hurt! …yeah, he just doesn't get it. It's not like he pays much attention to his sister's fashion choices. Or… anyone's fashion choices. The question makes him blink. "Uh." What a rando- thunk. The ton of bricks of not-actually-random hits him. There's actually a visible bobble of his head. "What. Why? How- WHO?"

Abigail nods slightly to the bit on Niumdreoth. "No his fine.. I mean his wing bothers him at times but.." Then the rest comes and she ahs softly. Well there is a good explanation for that. "When Niumdreoth got hurt.. During the gold flight.." She lifts a hand to scratch at her neck a moment an soon eyes the table. "His name is Ers'lan, his from Xanadu. He.. was here for that flight. His dragon helped get Niumdreoth down without.." Well without a dragon going splat because that would have been a very bad thing.

During the gold flight, yes, that Niumdreoth didn't win, and besides which, golds are ridden by girls, and so Borodin's poleaxed stare is really not being helped by this… Ers'lan. Okay. That's a name, and Borodin frowns slightly and nods. His dragon helped Niumdreoth down. Okay, good. Great! Niumdreoth going splat would have made Borodin sad. But. But! "That doesn't mean you have to - had to -"

Abigail frowns a touch as she hears that. "No I didn't, but I did." She offers with a soft tone. "The emotions left over from a flight like that is not easy to ignore Borodin. One has a want, a need to be with someone else. Even if yer dragon loses the feelings are still there.." Even if you dragon nearly dies the feelings are still there. At least that is what happened during that flight.

"But," Borodin says. Also? "But…" And then he frowns, and tucks his head down, staring at his plate. "Fine." He stabs a piece of wherry. He doesn't pick it up and eat it, mind you. Just stabs it. "Are you still with him?" Is he going to have to look this Ers'lan in the eye (well, in the shoes)? Or can he get away with just knowing a name and imaging a dartboard for a face?

Abigail isn't sure what she was expecting from Borodin, though this is sort of on the list among not talking to her, and then yelling at her. She watches him a few moments before glancing off. "We're friends, he has a right to know his kid." So sort of in the answer there. "His a good man Borodin.." Just at another Weyr, and has three weyrmates, though she leaves that last part out.

Borodin puts his fork down. The wherry's still on it. "Well, uhm. You… do that. Then. Since you're the one who … did. And that's how things are. With dragons. Because, uhm, you'd know." He frowns, and pushes his chair back to stand up from the table.

Abigail doesn't try to stop Borodin, she doesn't even look at him now. She frowns once more and eyes that table before her quietly a few moments. "Suppose I do." Is offered with a soft tone. "It's not like I'm asking ye to meet him Borodin." What was she asking? She's not sure now if there was an actually question in any of that. Perhaps she was looking for something instead of asking, and even without a verbal answer she sort of got one.

"No. Uhm. You're not." But that doesn't make Borodin stop frowning, because really… she's not asking him anything. She's telling. So now he knows. And now that he knows… that… he turns and walks away, leaving his plate and sister behind and heading down into the tunnels. Where he can disappear, for a while.

Abigail watches Borodin go, unsure about stopping him. What else could she possible say? She doesn't stop him and lets her gaze drop back to the table, eyeing the plates there before closing her eyes. This was not how she saw things happening today. She'll linger at the table, on her own for a few moments more before gathering her things up and soon leaving, heading somewhere.