Who Eiram Leuka
What Leuka ticks off Eiram this time.
When Winter Morning
Where Living Caverns at Fort Weyr

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.

It is morning time at the weyr and Eiram is sitting at one of the tables working through a large breakfast with his brown firelizard. He has a notebook beside his plate that he is scribbling verse in. Tapping the page, then writing some more. The boy is definitely settled into whatever he is working on. His lute bag is by his side. Oboe casually snatches bits of food from the plate during Eiram's distraction.

Leuka gets a heaping plate and a hot mug from the food tables and heads over to find a seat among the growing crowd. Eiram is spotted so the Journeyman plops down in a seat across from his Apprentice. He mumbles out some greeting that is sort close to 'mornin' and eyes his plate with nearly bleary eyes. Picking up some sliver of meet, he offers it to the young green weaving to and fro on his shoulder while slurping from his mug.

Oboe offers a chirp for the Journeyman and eyes off the man's plate. The chirp gets Eiram's attention and he looks up with a smile for the man. "Good morning candidate sir!" He says with a cheeky grin and leans back in his chair. "So how are you going this fine winter morning?" Yep, maybe rubbing in to Leuka's not morningness. Well sometimes Eiram isn't so great first thing either, but there has been Klah and food!

Leuka lazily scratches Scribe's dainty neck and chin after the offered morsel, his gaze lifting up to Eiram's all to chipper face and grumbles "Thinking I need to give you more assignments so you'll have something useful to fill allllll your freedays with, Apprentice." He doesn't bother trying to stifle his yawn as his jaw stretches wide. After a moment "Thanks for watching Fizgig for me."

"Maybe not the next one at least? It is Rio's turnday and since I don't make much, figure I might offer to do his chores on my next free day as a gift." Eiram responds with a curiously hopeful note in his voice, "I feel like I should do more ..writing up something for him and his lady." He says with a tap of the notebook before shrugging helplessly. Then comment about Fizgig is met with a shake of his head, "He belongs to the harpers, its no worry to look after him!"

It takes a long moment, but Eiram's words eventually creep into Leuka's brain and start to make a little since. "Turnday?" He considers this for a couple of breaths and nods "Well alright then. You better write very well though, he's not amused with all your freedays in a row either." He'll nod about Fizgig being a Harper canine and ponders that notion while shoving some dry toast in his mouth. "Maybe I can work out a schedule with available volunteers." Only, there aren't but a couple of Apprentice's to work with at Fort. Harper ones at least.

"Not like I don't spend them up in the practice room either way. I didn't do anything special..I think she just takes pity on me being a little fella." Eiram says as innocent as can be. "What is a boy to do?" He works at his meal for a bit as Leuka ponders the Fizgig protocols, "Sephany is an honorary harper and stuff, so of course she is included. She makes good lyre bags." He says with a nod at the man, "Between that and our free days and the other apprentices, we should be alright."

Leuka reaches for more slivers of meat to offer up to Scribe, the green snatching them eagerly as quickly as they are offered up. Glancing to Eiram, he gives a half amused snort at the innocent act before his gaze narrows just so when the Apprentice continues on about the Weaver. Leuka dabs the dry toast over his plate, trying to give it flavor as he shakes his head "Sephany's leaving the Weyr so I need to make arrangements for Fizgig. Gonna corner Journeyman Thautseruck and see if he'll be able to keep a good eye on him most of the time."

Oboe gives a chirp to the little green, picking a bit of meat from his..er Eiram's plate and dragging it over to her before stepping quickly away. Eiram looks curiously at the behavior but doesn't comment especially at the next words are said really shock him. "Why…I thought she was…er..what did you do?" He finally finishes clearly distressed by the news. "She was happy here…we were going to skate and stuff through the winter…why is she leaving?"

Leuka grabs is fork and start stabbing at flakey egg bits as Scribe chitters a thank you to Oboe's meaty offering tribute. Leuka shoves the eggs and toast in his mouth and starts chewing before Eiram begins accusing him of..what exactly he isn't sure, but there is certainly a bit of accusing in the Apprentice's tone. Leuka's mouth stills as he looks across the table. After a few minutes he snorts and tosses his fork down, suddenly not very hungry. He'll gently pluck the green from his shoulder and set her by his plate, that is within reach of the brown as well. "I suppose that's what everyone will say huh." An annoyed shake of his head as he takes up his klah, gripping it almost angrily. "Maybe you should go ask her!"

Maybe Eiram didn't have a crush on Sephany per se, but he certainly considered her a good friend. Like a puppy who looks up to a bigger dog and that is what he looks like right now. A kicked and upset puppy. He bites his lip at Leuka's response and looks down at his own meal as he tries to come to grip with the news. "Well…she was happy here. She had us and Fizgig and…its not fair. She can't leave us." Are there even tears in the boy's eyes that he angrily wipes away as he rises from his seat. "I will..maybe I can talk her into staying."

Leuka isn't in the mood to be affected by Eiram's tears or big eye tactics like most other people. Perhaps it was being accused of something, by his own Apprentice at that, perhaps it was more. But either way, Eiram's painted Leuka as the villain of this little story, might as well live up to it. He'll lift his mug in a silent salute "You go do that. Maybe I'll go see if I can run anyone else from the Weyr before the day's gone." Tossing back a slurp of klah, he smacks the mug onto the table with a clank.

For once it is not 'crocodile' tears. The boy looks clearly effected by the news. The words of Leuka give him brief pause and he shakes his head, "No no…no..it has to be a misunderstanding. She can't be going and you can't.." He shakes his head again and runs off to the workshop, even leaving his lyre bag behind.

Leuka drums his fingers on the table in annoyance rather than tapping out a beat. Scribe selects the tastiest morsels to scarf down as Leuka not quite glares at Eiram's retreating back "Apparently I can!" He answers the Apprentice's accusation with an angry retort. After a couple of minutes the Harper shoves away from the table and stalks off to get some work before he's falsely accused of something else. On the way, he'll snatch up the lyre bag and sling it roughly over his shoulder.

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