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.
Abigail has spent most of the day inside, for plenty of reasons though the main one is the brownrider is indeed on the tired side. At the moment she is sitting at one of the couches off to the side near the fireplaces, which are going but very low seeing how it isn't winter outside after all. Abbey is sipping at a drink, her free hand resting losely across belly, which by now everyone knows she is pregnant, she is far enough along that it is to hard to hide, some even say she seems further along that she should be. Darn whispering Aunties!
Dtirae is making her way into the caverns from the lower ones. If the slightly damp hair is not much indication, the goldrider has clearly emerged from the bathing caverns not too long ago… And hasn't bothered making sure her hair was completely dry before exiting. She has a lot of hair, though. She's fetching a mug of klah before examining the caverns more thoroughly before spotting Abigail. With a smile, the goldrider moves and settles near the other woman. "Hey Abbey. How are you doing?”
Abigail looks up at the voice, a smiles seen and she nods a touch. "Hello Dtirae. I'm doing alright, other then being tired." She looks amused at that for a moment and shakes her head a touch. "How have ye been?"
"Being tired's part of being pregnant, right?" Dtirae questions with a slight uplift of her brow before she's lifting her mug and sipping from it for a moment. "Mm. Pretty good, I suppose. Zuvaleyuth has risen once again. Eggs will be upon us." She grins just a bit before taking another sip. "I can't really complain."
Abigail chuckles at that. "So it would seem. I'm more tired this time around though I have to admit." A soft ah escapes her. "Aye.. Glad to hear that all went well." A slight nod is seen at the rest. "Good to hear all is well then. Peace and quiet is a good thing to have."
"Shells, I don't really envy being tired all the time." Dtirae gives a sympathetic look to the other. "I'm sure it'll be a sound clutch. I'm hoping for at least ten…" A shrug before she takes another drink. "I agree… I'm just wondering how long it'll continue. Before something starts up again."
"It is honestly not a good feeling.." Abigail says with a shake of her head. Especially for one like herself that is use to doing everything on her own, having to possibly ask for help, or having to take it easy is /not/ something she is known to do well. "It will happen… Just hopefully not for a long time."
Dtirae nods in understanding on that, "does klah help any? Or, are you even allowed klah…?" Her nose wrinkles at that thought, though it straightens out after a moment as she relaxes again. "Agreed. Not until after the clutch has hatched, I hope." That's a long, solid period of time. Maybe she's being too hopeful?
Abigail makes a face at the thought. "I'm not suppose to drink it.. So it would help if I could." When the kid comes she is so going back to drinking it though! "I'd be alright with that." She won't be as big as a house then, and can help should a problem happen.
"Shells. That's… I'm sorry." Dtirae sighs softly. And here she is, drinking it in front of her! "How much longer do you have?" Hopefully soon? She chuckles just a bit, "well. Here's to hoping that trouble holds off until we're in a better position to handle it." If only.
Abigail chuckles softly and smiles to Dtirae, a slight nod seen. "Its alright, part of the gamble I suppose." It could be worse! "I few more months.." She eyes herself slightly. "I would be alright with sooner if all went well." At the rest she smiles, a slight nod seen while holding up her simple mug of some herbal tea. "I'll toast to that."
"If you say so. I'm not sure I can handle it." For the timeframe, Dtirae's peeking at the other before she's nodding. "Not too terribly long, at least." As Abigail lifts her mug, she does the same with a wide grin. "And just to spite us, someone walks in claiming an incident has occurred…" A glance towards the entryway. But, there is no such person.
Abigail waves her free hand a touch. "I'm sure ye could if needs be. Doesn't always happen that way, I drank klah with Breeana. The Healers just say it is a no go this time." She blames her cough that she had for months there. A glance is sent towards the entryway and she eyes it for a few moments. "So help them if they do.. I'll get Niumdreoth to sit on them."
"Oh! Well, that's a relief. But, also unfortunate that you can't with this one…" Dtirae frowns, with a touch of concern. And as no one enters still, they must be safe for the moment. "It'd be much appreciated, if he did. Though, I imagine the report that comes from the aftermath would be terrible." Grin.
Abigail nods slightly and looks a touch amused really. "No worries.. I'll be drinking plenty of it soon I'm sure." A soft chuckle is heard and she grins a touch. "There would indeed be a report from it, which we could just promptly lose." She thought about that it seems.
Dtirae laughs, "I guess it isn't that bad to go without it for awhile." She just needs her klah fix. She rarely drinks much else! She laughs louder at the lost report comment and grins wider. "I don't think Th'ero would be too pleased with that."
Abigail grins a bit and shakes her head. "No.. I imagen he would not but we could figure out something to bribe him with I am rather sure." Though she would never give away what! A glance is sent to the door, stil no one with a message. "Though so far we don't need to tempt fate it seems!"
"Hm.. He's a tough one to figure out. What could possibly sway him to overlook this?" Dtirae considers for a moment, taking another drink from her klah while musing over the thought. Another glance over before she grins again. "So far, so good. Maybe we won't need to find good bribe material. Though, I wonder if good booze would work…"
Abigail laughs softly at the thought while setting her empty mug to the side, her hand settling upon her covered belly. "Booze might, that Black Diamond stuff he drinks all the time would at least be a good peace offering."
"Black Diamond? I thought it was more… Death-y sounding." Dtirae muses. "Though, I can't remember the exact name. Two bottles, you think? One bottle as a peace offering… The second as a bribe to look the other way."
Abigail shrugs a touch. "I honestly can't remember." That is what happens with ones belly is full of wiggly baby and everything else is out of wack in a sense. "Indeed two bottles it would have to be. That stuff is strong, but I bet he has built of a tolerance for it over the turns so perhaps three?"
"Neither can I… I'm sure we'll figure it out, if we need it." Dtirae decides and then finishes off the rest of her klah. "Hmm. You're probably right. Three bottles it is. And we can't let others know, otherwise he'll end up with a whole stash and no reason to accept them."
Abigail chuckles at this and looks amused. "Indeed, it shall be kept hushhush from everyone else." She nods and a slight yawn escapes her, hand covering it slightly but it still escapes her none the less. "I ned to go take care of a few things.." Meaning /nap/ time for the Wingleader, an who would try to stop her? A soft smile is seen while she slowly but surely stands. "If ye need help getting the booze let me know. I can get a hold of it easily." So she might have bought it a few times.