Layer of Dirt
Who Ha'ze, Vossrik
What Ha'ze doles out his personal brand of wisdom to a Candidate.
When Spring, Turn 2711
Where Southern Bowl, Fort Weyr

Fort Weyr - Southern Bowl
The dominant feature of the southern end of the bowl is the blue lake that fills the entire southern tip and the rockslide that tumbles down into its far side. It has been many, many, turns since the slide took place, but it still stands uncleared to this day. Occasionally, smaller pebbles tumble down to splash into the waters of the lake below, but the mass seems mostly stable. Sturdy fences mark the feeding pens that the dragons may choose their meals from, located against the west face. The beasthold here is minor, small cramped buildings, used mostly to maintain the herds which feed the dragons. The major beasthold is located out in the forests, just outside the Weyr. There's a sign which warns "that beasts in this location are fair game to the dragons" and that any domestic pleasure stock should be kept in the major beasthold location.
The other feature that does not go unnoticed in this bowl is the large cavernous archway. There seems to be cobble stone laid down near the archway, which causes a clatter when the wagons and trading caravans arrive. Indeed, it seems that there's a tunnel out of the bowl here, wide enough for two trader caverns to fit through and possibly a small blue dragon. To the opposite end, the great bowl stretches away far, leading to some very interesting locations.


"No, Kai." There's a droll tone to Ha'ze's voice as he paces his way down through the bowl with Kainaesyth keeping up behind him. "The plants aren't going to fail just because you took a day off." He's got a sack over one shoulder as he walks up. It's clear the man is coming back from a long visit ~somewhere~. There's a comfort in the man's skin that walks beside him just as much as his bronze does.

"Okay one-two-three-fou… oh, for the love of…" Vossrik, paper in hand, squinting against the sunlight, pauses his pencil-pointing tally of the beasthold as a dragon swoops in and disrupts his count in the most visceral way possible. He's not TOO inconvenienced, however: his eyes wide, he watches the gore fly with fascination and a slack jaw, breathing out a 'Whoaaaaa, neat!' for the benefit of the nobody he's noticed quite yet. A bit of carnage flies at his head and, in ducking, he pivots and notices the entrance of man and beast. "Oh, uh, hey, you guys gonna be eatin' 'cause I'm trying to count all this and, um, keep losing…" *plop* Crimson splashes across his worksheet. A brow is lifted. "… track."

Kainaesyth curves his head over the man, the tilt of his head betraying some amount of curiosity over his plight. Not sympathy tho. "Aye, no. Just walkin' through." Ha'ze stops and raises an eyebrow, his lips quirking into a tilted grin. "Ya might want t'be waitin' till they ain't eatin' tho." He's laughing at you Vos. Totally laughing at you.

Nosewrinkle. "Well I mean it's not like the dragons're gonna wait in line or take numbers or nothin' like that. And why'd they all gotta look the same…er, sir." Vossrik's plaintive assessment goes unnoticed by the anonymous dragon, who crunches and slurps away like a champ. The champ of making a giant horrorshow mess. "They WEREN'T eating when I started. Anyway, is there anything I can assist you with today? I'm s'posed to ask that, right?" Cue a light catching his bedraggled candidate's knot. Convenient, that.

"Ya probably ought to be just skippin' away till they're done. Dragons don't give much of a fuck about you needin' to be countin'." That grin stays firmly in place. Turning slightly Ha'ze winks upwards at his bronze, who is still eying Vos. "Don't be lookin' at me for direction candidate. Ain't found a rule here I ain't broken at least twice over. If you got my opinion, you just turn that shit in and run while you can be." There's a firm nod attached, even as Ha'ze looks upwards again. "Shit Kai, don't care you hate me sayin' that, but that shit's the truth."

"Yeah, but you don't wanna have me trying to do something like sewing or cooking, sir. All the fire I'm familiar with would immolate the everloving shit - begpardon, sir - out of anyone's breakfast." A rope of intestine flies off into the middle distance. Vossrik shades his eyes and observes the arc approvingly. "Good trajectory. Anyway, I'm supposed to do chores and stuff, but get very little direction out of anyone. You got any, um, any advice? For a candidate? From a bronzerider?" The hoof having disappeared, the young man's eyes land very naturally on Kainaesyth's bronzed bulk, and he grins in an eager-young-man sorta way.

"Other then get your ass up and start runnin?" Ha'ze arches his eyebrow and swings the bag off his shoulder. Obviously he's going to be standing here for a little bit longer then he was suppose to. "I got guilted into candidacy, 'n once I was a rider quick figured out I don't have the personality for this shit. 's why I stay away from the weyr. If my kids wasn't here, I'd be kepin' my hide away as much as I could be doin'." Sorry Vos, Ha'ze is so not helpful with this whole telling-to-do-stuff-thing. "Less' you was wantin' to try to get the layer of Dirt Kai's picked up out at the farms?"

The bronze gets a more thorough once-over. "He did? I mean, I guess? Like… how do you clean one?" Vossrik scratches his poofy teen coif thoughtfully with the end of his pencil. "I've never really, um, I've RIDDEN on a dragon, but I've never, like, hung out with one or anything like that." Frowning one last time at his paper, he shrugs, crumples it up, and stuffs it in his pocket unceremoniously. "Plus it ain't like this is doing anybody any good other than keeping the candidates out of people's hair 'n that. So yeah, sure, I'll help. Is it like taking a shower?" Don't expect Voss to excel at that, either. He IS a teenager.

"Kainaesyth, this is why we come back to the weyr." Ha'ze clearly talking to the dragon now. He picks up his bag and slings it over his shoulder. "You get yourself cleaned up and I'll go see how pissed off Jajen is today. Maybe I'll stop 'n see Gal and Aleoa first…" That grin is so much shit-eating that it's not even funny. Ha'ze knows the goldrider is going to kick him in the ass, but, it is what it is. So he's just going to leave Vossrik with the bronze dragon and zero directions on how to go about bathing him. If dragons could sign Kai would be doing just that. Lowering his head he is just going to do his best to nudge Vossrik in the right direction of not-here.


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