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's later afternoon after Rhenesath's clutch hatched, and while the caverns are now tidied up from all signs of the early morning celebratory spread, there's still plenty of good food available that might not typically be served at this time. Like sausages and bacon, for example, which Thys is taking full advantage of. She's got a plate stacked up with breakfasty foods despite the hour, and is sitting, relaxed with a book, at a table close to the buffet.

Nyalle was at the hatching of course, and the meal afterwards, mixing and mingling and doing the Senior thing. Then she escaped for a while, and now she's back seeking some food. Getting herself a plate, she also chooses breakfast for lunch and rather than sitting in her usual spot at the leadership table, she walks towards Thys. "A beautiful clutch, Thys," she murmurs softly, "my congratulations."

"Oh! Weyrwoman. Thank you." Thys peeps up over the top of her book, folding down one corner to mark her spot before she flips it closed and sets it down on the table. "Have a seat? I was worried for the longest time that there'd be something wrong with them - they wouldn't hatch, or they'd come out wrong, or something… but they were beautiful, weren't they?" She's proud! Just as proud as Rhenesath is. Who, with her belly full, is perched somewhere where she can watch over the weyrling area, keeping a watchful eye on her brood's new home. "Flint - Fl'n, sorry, my brother was the biggest shock of all, though."

Nyalle smiles as she settles neatly across from the Junior, waiting while a drudge delivers her tea tray before she takes a bite. "They are perfect," she says with a gentle, fond smile. "I am pleased that all turned out well, despite their difficulties on the Sands." Her smile warms and widens. "Yes, that was quite the surprise, but his brown knew what he wanted, hmm?"

Thys snorts in amusement. "Clearly he did! Rideth. He's such a cute little thing, too." She holds up her glass of juice, raising it to Nyalle in cheers. "Here's to plenty more to come, from all of ours." Once she's sealed the toast with a sip, she sets the glass back down again. "I had offered Ralik a candidate's knot, but he chose instead to work on the glass mural. It's going to mean more time spent at the Hall for him, which I suppose is bittersweet… though he was talking about seeing if I could get R'yal assigned to pick him up and drop him off every day, so he could at least spend some time here in between all of the work. Has he showed you the latest samples?"

Nyalle chuckles, lifting her tea cup in toast, but she doesn't drink just yet with the liquid still steeping. "Indeed. Oh? Interesting. You don't find many folks turning down a knot…but I respect those that know their paths are different. I don't see why R'yal couldn't be transport for him, but you'll have to ask Th'ero about that. And no, he hasn't yet, but I am eager to see."

"I think he's been a little busy wrapping up another project, someone commissioned glassware or something from him." Thys gives a little shrug. "I'll ask Th'ero about R'yal, though I suppose it could just as easily be anyone who happens to be free. Me, even, if time allows. I'm honestly feeling a little cabin feverish anyway, what with being stuck on the Sands all this time… a little trip to the Glasscraft would be pretty welcome. Maybe even down to Southern for a day to just relax - do you know any good spots down there?"

Nyalle considers the question for a moment before she shakes her head. "I don't, but I'm not one to find little hidden spots. You could ask Kimmila about that. She knows a lot of them. Th'ero, as well, or maybe even Ha'ze. Anyone who likes to wander. Me, I like to stick to what's known." No wilderness for this goldrider.

"Oh, not even a little off the beaten path? Not that I'm looking for all-out seclusion, but maybe somewhere quiet to waste a half day or so. A little semi-solitude is a great way to recharge." Thys grins, picking up her cutlery to slice through one of the sausages on her plate. "Will we have any winter games this turn, Nyalle?" She pops a morsel into her mouth, chewing slowly.

Nyalle nods slowly. "Then I might know a small holding or two that welcomes riders. I'll send over a map when I get back to my office." The winter games question has her sighing quietly. "I don't think so. Winter is almost over and no planning ever got done…" For Reasons of a Drama Nature. "But maybe we should do something in the Spring."

"I'd appreciate that," Thys says of the maps. As for the games? She nods in understanding. "I can't believe that's another winter come and gone already! Time's absolutely flying by… and it seems to go even faster when you spend it on the Sands. Or at least it did for me, anyway. It's not the most fun of jobs, really." Her dark eyes are rolled, before Thys fills her mouth with sausage again.

Nyalle shakes her head with an amused smile. "No, I wouldn't describe it as fun. But necessary, and honorable, yes. You've earned some time off though, and you should use it."

"Thank you - a little time to myself, maybe will Ralik, would certainly be refreshing." Thys has ploughed through nearly everything on her plate, and she pushes away what's left, unable to eat another morsel. "I've got to go check in on my caprines now. Do you like cheese, ma'am? I've had some made from their milk, if you do. Want me to send some your way?"

Nyalle smiles, "I do! I would love some, thank you, Thys. I'm still interested in seeing if we can build a larger herd with your caprines…but that's a discussion for another time." And…with D'ani. "Take care, Thys, and congratulations again."

Thys stands up, ready to take her plate away before she heads off. "Thank you. See you later, perhaps?" Their paths may cross! "Have a good afternoon, Nyalle." Then away she goes, with her empty plate in one hand and her book tucked under her arm.