Who Sephany Riohra
What Sephany and Riohra enjoy an early morning chat
When Winter-Spring
Where Fort Weyr - Living Caverns


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.

Mornings at Fort weyr are a rare sight, mostly because people tend not to want to get up due to the cold. But those that have to do, and the living caverns happy supplies there needs for food and drink. Today Riohra sits by the hearth nursing a mug of Klah, his bow and quiver sit next to the chair well protected from the heat of the fire.

Morning, especially early morning, is Sephany's favorite time of day. The quiet time when most are asleep; the promise of a new and exciting day. It puts a smile on the weaver's face. On light steps, with cloak drawn tight, she flits across the living caverns and straight for the pot of Klah and pastries set out as pre-breakfast snacks. But even the warm mug, steaming in her hands, is not enough to keep the chill away, and she makes a bee-line for the hearts as soon as her meager breakfast has been acquired. "Mm," as she sinks into a chair, drawing her legs up beneath her and tucking everything beneath her cloak. Plate in her lap, mug in her hands, she still shivers just a little as she waits for the heat to diffuse. "I don't think I'll ever adjust to this weather."

Riohra looks over and grins "you will, it just takes time. I used to say the same thing before moving here from Southern Hold" he will give a nod of his head saying "I am Riohra by the way Hunter here at the Weyr."

Sephany is skeptical about her chances of adjusting. Her fingers clutch her mug as if it might fly away if she lessened her hold. "I'll have to take your word for it," she decide, lifting her mug for a sip. The heat prompts a soft, "mmm" from her. "I'm Sephany," she responds, flashing him a quick smile. "And nothing in particular. I just enjoy the mornings. It's quiet, and peaceful." The bow is noted, grey eyes following the curve of it curiously. "You're a hunter."

Riohra nods and grins "hey I had to endure the heat of Half Moon for months, so I too am readjusting to the cold" he sips from his mug and nods "Yes Ma'am, I just got back from a Boar hunt this morning. not favorite thing to do but if that is what the Weyr needs then that is what they get" he grins at her when she talks about the morning and says "There is a little bridge you can see the morning rise from if ever you want to see a fantastic scene"

"Half Moon Bay…?" asks Sephany curiously. "I was at the Weyr a couple months ago, for the Hatching. My brother Impressed," and there is definitely a note of pride in her voice. "The weather is so much different than here, and much more like what I am familiar with. But I like it. I always wanted to see snow, and now I get more than enough," she decides with a grin, lifting her mug once again. "A boar? Aren't they dangerous?" she worries, a small frown pulling her eyebrows lower. As for the bridge, and the view? She looks fairly pleased by this, and decides, "I'd love to see it. I would weather the bitter cold for that. Sunrise is my favorite time."

Riohra sips his Klah and raises an eyebrow saying "Really? who is your brother? Please tell me it isn't H'yu" he will nod about the weather but still waits for an answer of her relations..

"Sevran. Well. S'van now. He Impressed that bronze with the limp," says Sephany. "Who is H'yu? No, wait. I am not sure I want to know," she decides with a bit of a grin. Another sip of Klah, and she is warm enough to attempt to eat her breakfast, one finger abandoning her mug so that she can tear little pieces of breading from her pastries.

Riohra will ah as the information clicks in place, with a grin nods "So you are the younger sister he would talk about. A pleasure to meet you" he looks at her again and just chuckles saying "I will have to apologize for the surprise in the galleries for you then"

"That's me!" The little sister. It makes Sephany grin, though, clearly not minding that she's been spoken of. A little bit of pastry is nibbled on, vanishing in seconds. Her eyes narrow just a smidge as she considers the hunter in the chair nearby, a drier sounding, "Oh. So that was you, hm? Thanks for that," but she's not terribly upset. Not really. Even if she says, "I was picking confetti out of my hair for a month. Even now, I still catch a sparkle or two."

Riohra laughs merrily saying "better when they dumped five stone weight of glitter on me, so I figured at least confetti is easier to clean. How is your brother?" he still grins and sips his Klah. His victory is immortalized over the pranksters at Half moon, and he will never regret it.

There's a brief narrowing of her grey eyes, a look very similar to that of her older brother. "Yes. I heard about that, as well," she drawls, though there's a bit of amusement in her expression. She, at least, thinks it's a little funny even if S'van didn't. "Rather clever, honestly. A hidden switch. Though I shall be careful myself of such things. I don't fancy glittering for a Turn." As for her brother? Delicate shoulders lift and drop beneath the heavy cloak. "Busy, I would imagine. Too busy to write, at least."

Riohra nods and grins "I am sure he is. but soon he will be flying then up here bothering you all the time" he gives her a wink before adding "Unless that is why you came to the cold to hide out"

Sephany snorts softly, a somehow much more feminine sound than it ought to be. "He wouldn't write, even if he wasn't busy," she states, though there's no real malice in her voice. "It's just who he is. I've learned to accept it." But the idea of him flying to Fort to bug her makes her smile. "He will visit. I'm not worried about that. And no, I didn't run to the cold to escape him. I came to escape the muggy, still, wet atmosphere of the tropics and the dry, arid, horrible heat of the desert. I needed a change."

Riohra nods "Well Fort is a completely different place, have you explored much here?" he still nurses that mug of Klah and grins at her. "And I understand about the weather, how do people breath when it feels like you are under water the whole time?"

"No. I only arrived about a week ago," Sephany explains. "Had a day or two to settle into my room, and then got right to work. The Journeyman I work with is very… um. Passionate about his craft." Read: slave-driver. "But I hope to do a little exploring on my day off." As for how people survive in the humidity, Sephany grins a little as she lifts her own mug. "Carefully." A sip. A sigh for the warmth, and she decides, "But it's not so bad inside. Especially places like Half Moon that have an internal air circulation system. But I would imagine it's not at all enjoyable for you, hunting in that kind of weather."

Riohra shrugs about the hunting "They didn't let me hunt a lot when I was a candidate, mostly out in the sun washing dragons" he nods about the work load and will comment "People here seem very task orientated, not to say they are stuffy but they tend to want to push you to do a better job." He grins at her "well when you get said free day let me know, I would love to show you around. Least I can do for S'van's little sister"

"Oh, I suppose that makes sense," says Sephany of dragon-washing and lack of hunting. "Still. I would be a bit sad if I didn't get to practice my Craft as a candidate." A bit more of her breakfast vanishes in her mouth, though it's largely untouched. At least her mug of Klah has been almost finished, so there's something in her stomach as she starts the day. "And I don't mind being pushed. Not really. It makes me better at what I do. I have a lot to learn, and I'm very eager to learn it," she explains with a grin. "Speaking of which… I ought to get down to the craft hall. People are likely getting started, and I don't want to miss anything." She carefully uncoils from her chair, stretching muscles and flexing toes as she stands. "I will hold you to that, Riohra. A tour is just what I need." A little lift of her hand with the mug, a small flutter of fingers against the clay as she says, "Have a good rest of your day," before heading towards the inner weyr tunnels.

Riohra grins and lifts his mug in salute saying "I will be here. Have a good day" he will ease back into the chair and relax with a smile on his face as he stares off having a happy memory.

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