Who Sephany, Triven
What Sephany and Triven talk about why they are each visiting Igen.
When Winter - Month 2 of Turn 2715
Where Living Caverns, Igen Weyr

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Igen Weyr - Living Caverns
Second only to the Hatching Sands in size — although its walls are not so nearly circular — the living cavern is filled with numerous rectangular tables, almost too many to count. The Weyrleaders have the table farthest from the kitchen and hearths at one end of the cavern. The hearths are kept as low-burning as possible during the day when folk come inside to escape the heat outside. They burn brighter at night to keep away the deserts chill. No matter hte level of flame, there is always a stew pot that hangs for nibblers at a good temperature. Favored drinks, particularly iced klah and juice, are kept on ice and interspersed at various food tables scattered about, along with baskets of rolls and fruit. There are, of course, scheduled mealtimes, and at certain points of the day the available fare slides into the menu for the nearest meal, be it breakfast, lunch, dinner, or late-night snackings, but the staff has long since acknowledged that people will sit to talk and nibble here at all hours. In the cooler parts of the evening in particular, the cavern hosts games of chess, checkers, dragonpoker, and others. Several degrees are knocked off thanks to the Technician Craft's cooling system.


It is the mid morning, and winter here at Igen, Triven the now resident of Ierne weyrhold is sitting at a table writing in what looks like a book of numbers in columns. He has a plate of left over morning foods next to him that he is nibbling on as he goes.

Winter at Igen is not nearly as harsh as winter in Fort. But it is still cool enough, especially in the mornings, to require additional layers. So Sephany has donned her blue cloak, in addition to her normal Igen-appropriate desert garb. There is no hiding her condition at this point; at just about seven months pregnant, that baby bump is all too visible and all too obvious. She's preggers, and not even trying to hide it anymore because… what is the point? A plate of food, a book under her arm, two firelizards (blue and green, one on each shoulder), she approaches the tables without really paying much attention to them, sinking into a chair and already reaching to pick up a scone before she even notices her companion. Blink. Frown. "You seem a long way from home," she notes idly.

Triven looks up and smiles at the young woman "Well work takes me lots of places, I am Triven." he offers her a hand in greeting. "How about you? Are you from here or just visiting as well?"

"Triven," murmurs Sephany, as though trying the name on for size. A wipe of thin fingers on her napkin, and then she presents her hand to accept his greeting. "Sephany," she replies, forgoing the traditional formalities. Once her hand is returned to her, she goes right back to nibbling on that scone. "Both, I suppose," is her eventual answer, once her bite has been swallowed and her mouth wiped free of crumbs. "Born and raised here. But at the moment, I am simply visiting." A swipe of her knife through a small pad of butter, which is quickly applied to her breakfast item. "Why are you in Igen?"

Triven grins and nods "A pleasure to meet you." he will take a bite of cheese before answering her question. "I am just finishing up a job for a client before I head down to Half Moon to see a friend." He motions to the book infront of him "Though it seems i am behind on keeping track of my finances. So I am stuck here till I can figure it out."

"Hmm," is hummed around a mouthful, a small acknowledgement for the client that Triven was seeing. A swallow, and Sephany wonders, "And they don't come to visit you? Wouldn't that be easier?" A little bit of dried meat is picked from her plate, broken in two, and offered to the pair of 'lizards on her shoulders, both of whom accept it immediately. A glance, complete with lifted eyebrows, for the mention of Half Moon Bay. "Hm," is the only response, though, even if there's a frown tugging the sides of her mouth down. Finances are easier, though. "It is probably best to keep up to date on that; wouldn't want to over or under charge anyone."

Triven gives her a little grin saying "Well I just got my shop in Ierne, so not all my clients know I have one. And I don't mind the traveling because some of the time it takes a few hours to do some pieces. And between is also hash on the ink." He will explain then looks down at his books "well I don't usually over charge it seems, but I do enough to pay the bills so it all works out."

"Oh, I suppose that makes sense," says Sephany, for Between and tattoo art. "It is, more or less, an open wound." Tiny needles jabbing repeatedly into flesh. "It certainly seems as though you have a rather diverse and far-flung client base," she notes idly, polishing off her scone with a final bite. Chew-chew-chew. Swallow. A curious look is given that little book of numbers, though she doesn't attempt to actually read or understand it. "Rather glad I'm in a craft, and someone else takes care of those things," she decides with some relief.

Triven chuckles more and nods "Some would think it best, but there really isn't a craft for what I do." He tilts his head and askes "What is it that you do?" she did bring up the craft but we will see if he is stepping on shifting sands.

"Tattoo artistry does seem a bit…" and Sephany hesitates on a word that is both accurate and polite. She finally decides on, "eccentric," even if she means socially unacceptable. But there is no malice in her tone; she does not appear to hold a negative opinion on the subject. Another bit of that dried meat is picked up, though this time she's eating it for herself rather than offering it to her pets. "I am a weaver," she answers easily enough. "Apprentice. Taking a… bit of a pause," and there's a rueful smile as her freehand pats her swollen belly, "in my studies, though I hope to return within the next few months."

Triven smiles "that is nice of you to say, most people just say weird." He has heard it all and more about his chosen trade. He will glance at the now showing pouch saying "Well I hope it works out for you in all respects." Leans back and rubs his eyes saying "Will you keep being here or will the craft restation you when you resume your work?"

There's a bit of a look, almost smart-ass in nature, to Sephany's half-smile. "I'm sure you have," she murmurs. More eating, a small tilt to her head, and a thoughtful expression. "I haven't been removed…" she notes, only a touch defensive. "Until a few days ago, I had been studying under the journeyman here at Igen. But the Healers are recommending I take it a bit easier now." Shrug. She is unconcerned. "So once I am ready to do so, I will return to Fort. My journeyman there is expecting me. He has other apprentices to teach in the meantime, but he's always had a few. I've not been replaced." Of that she seems fairly certain.

Triven nods as he puts the book aside and actually eating himself, the skinny man looking like he could had a few hundred pounds, "Fort huh? well that will be an interesting change of pace from here." he looks towards the bowl saying "have you been cleared to fly? those eggs up there are hatching soon" he sounds a bit more anxious than some casual spectator.

"Indeed," for the change of pace. "I'm missing all of the snow." Sephany doesn't really pout, though there's a look about her that is distinctly disgruntled. It vanishes quick enough as the last bit of meat vanishes in her mouth. She's moving through her breakfast at a rather rapid pace, it seems. "I can fly," she assures him, a note of stubborn determination in her voice. "At least for the next month. After that, I doubt I'd be able to even climb onto a dragon let alone want to."

Triven nods as he starts stacking meat and cheese and bread on his plate making a little mountain "WILL you be going to the hatching?" he askes as she didn't actually state her intent to go back to the snow covered place or not.

There's a bit of fruit left on Sephany's plate, though it seems rather lackluster; as though it were not as ripe or fresh as it ought to be. The woes of being in the desert, perhaps. Nevertheless, it is collected between dainty fingers, lifted as though to nibble it. "I will," she answers, as though surprised to be asked. As though the answer was obvious, even if it wasn't. "I promised my friends that I would, if at all possible. And it is possible, if it happens soon." Fruit is eyed, eyebrows furrowed as she contemplates the item in her fingers briefly before settling it back on her plate. "If you will excuse me, Triven. I need to… fix this." 'this' being her plate of fruit, perhaps? "It was nice to meet you. I wish you a safe trip to Half Moon Bay."

Triven nods and smiles saying "it was nice to meet you too, i will save you a seat at the hatching!" he gives her a little wave before going back to his book or numbers but soon he flips a few pages and keeps working on a lovely picture of a girl with brown hair and eyes in and evening dress.


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