Who Lu'ka, Sephany
What Sephany has a bad day. Lu'ka does not help.
When Winter - Month 11 of Turn 2715
Where Living Caverns, 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.


The evening is just beginning, but the sun has already slipped beyond the horizon, setting the world into shadows. Thus is life during winter at Fort Weyr. Inside, the cozy light of glows and candles makes for a pleasant atmosphere; warm and noisy and filled with people on a quest for food or conversation. And then there are the unlucky few who are seeking solitude and silence, and clearly coming to the wrong place for it. Like Sephany. Who has taken her plate, and her mug of cocoa, and hidden herself away in a back table in the vain attempt at going unnoticed. Hunched over a bowl of soup, she's got her scarf draped loosely around her neck and her cloak hood down, though she still wears both.

Full Winter has taken hold at Fort now, and Lu'ka is back to huddling under a couple of layers for warmth. He pushes his hood back as he strides into the cavern, working the coat buttons loose as he waits in line, he glances towards the back table that R'hra has sorta claimed for the Weyrlings, and spots a bundled up Sephany. Peering back to the fdood options, he gets a good mix of veggies with his roasted slice of beef with gravy and a couple of rolls. Soon he's also got a mug in hand and heading towards the back corner. "Evening Sephany." He drops down on the seat across from her and settles his meal down.

Sephany is trying to be invisible and pretend the rest of the Weyr does not exist. So the arrival of another person get a hunch of shoulders and a curl of arms around her soup, a frown and half-glare as she glances briefly toward the offending party. But she doesn't really see him, certainly doesn't recognize him, until he speaks. At least the glare somewhat lessens, even if that general 'keep away' posture remains. "Hello Lu'ka," does make it past pale pink lips; a low and murmured exhale of words that are polite enough. "How are you and Roth?" Spoon lifts. Sip taken.

Lu'ka opens his coat to fan a bit of hearth warmth air around his body as he settles more comfortably on the seat. Looking up to Sephany when she goes into guard mode over her soup, he chuckle with an amused shake of his head, perhaps not picking up on her rotten mood right off. "Relax Seph, I have my own food this time, see?" Plate is brought a little close to him and he turns it a bit before taking up his knife and fork, slicing the meat into bite sized chunks. A smiling nod for his dragonmate "He's well, got plenty of excercise and flight time today. He's been enjoying sunning himself at a couple of beaches lately." He shoves a mouthful of seasoned meat in his mouth and chews a moment before continuing. "How're Thimble and Harper doing lately?"

A not so nice look is given for that coat-shaking. Or, more accurately, for the rain of tiny water droplets (melted snow) that result from the action. A grump and another half-hearted glare for the comment on food, and she sits up a bit straighter and almost shoves her soup bowl away from her in some sort of defiant act. Almost. But it doesn't get further than fingers and palm against the ceramic before she thinks better of it and retreats. Spoon once more in hand, though it's a long moment before she takes another bite, grey eyes scowling down at it. "Whatever." Which is a word that has probably never passed through her lips in such a sullen, teenaged-angsty-dismissive tone before. Lounging on beaches is met with a glance, mild curiosity though she doesn't ask. Instead, that long-time-coming spoonful of soup is taken, swallowed down before she shrugs. "I'm sure they're fine. Harper was sleeping when I left him. Thimble has been absent today."

Lu'ka pauses in spearing another bite of food to lift a brow at Sephany's sullen reply. Eyeing her a moment, he simply shrugs it off and finishes taking his bite while scanning around the caverns with a quick look over his shoulder. Reaching for his mug, he nods to the Weaver with an encouraging smile "I'm sure she'll pop back up soon." After a quick sip, he regards the small blond again "So how have you been the last few days? Been able to find time for a library visit here or there?"

More soup is slurped… well, no. Actually it is politely eaten with very little noise, Sephany minding her manners as she consumes her winter meal in relative silence. At one point, her mug is reached for, but she hesitates before taking a sip, glancing at Lu'ka and deciding, "I'm not worried. She always comes back," in a dismissive sort of tone. Clearly, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, made all the more prominent by the bristling reply to a rather innocent inquiry. "No, I haven't. Not all of us have free time to flitter away on beaches doing whatever we want. Some of us have deadlines, and lessons, and stacks and stacks of orders piling up, and only so much time in the day Lu'ka." It is very, very likely that the anger bubbling up is not at all meant for the poor weyrling at the table. "Insurmountable. Unreasonable! No one can possibly…" but the words fade off into an indistinguishable growling sound of annoyance as the mug of cocoa is pressed to her mouth and a dangerous sip is taken.

Lu'ka starts to get the impression that he should have maybe taken a few minutes longer to see to spot oiling Roth's hide. Or maybe just dropped down at the first seat he came across. But, no, he spotted Sephany from the food line and so here he is. After a moment of watching and listening to her before she winds down to a low grumble, he takes wanother sip from his mug and leans a little across the table "So, did something specific happen to bring this mood on? Or is it just that general type of day?"

FIGHT ME! That is definitely the look on Sephany's face; all snarl and venom and flashing grey eyes that find Lu'ka when he speaks and latch on with focused intensity. Her jaw is tight, teeth clenched, and for a moment it looks light she might ignore him completely or spout more ridiculousness his direction. But no. A moment later she's releasing a tightly held breath and sort of deflating in her seat, gaze dropping to her bowl and spoon that lay abandoned on the table. Still annoyed. Still tense. But at least not focusing that aggression on him. "I'm just frustrated. It's been a long day. It's been a long month," she declares with a huff, "and now…" Grump. "I just feel like my journeyman is being ridiculous." And then it all just sorta spills out in a rush of words and emotions that waffle between seething rage and threatening tears. "I thought I was going to have a break; I thought I was going to get to relax, and read, and skate… but he told me that he needs me to put in more time to complete a rush of orders that he's gotten for winter gear, because one of his other apprentices has been reassigned." Break for breathing, and then, "I'm just so tired. I feel like I haven't had a chance to catch my breath since I came back from Igen."

Lu'ka takes a couple of slow bites and chews while listening to Sephany as the damn breaks and all her irritants make themselves announced. A hint of a frown for the Weaver who seems to be more than a little stressed since the last time he spoke with her. The Weyrling Harper reaches as if to place a comforting hand on Sephany's, but thinks better of it at the last second and reaches for his mug again instead. After a moment of thinking pondering, he gives a halfhearted smile "Maybe your Journeyman is having a really tough couple of days, and took it out on you. You did mention he'd lost one of his other Apprentice's a couple of days ago?" He seems to overlook her grumbling about his beach-hopping.

A wise choice, considering that reaching hand is met with tension and subtle (not so subtle) glaring. Sephany turns her own reaction into one of picking up her mug and curling both hands around it, drawing it towards her. Security-style. As if it was a barrier. But sips are taken, and she scowls darkly over Lu'ka's shoulder and into the crowded living caverns. What was perhaps meant to comfort has the opposite effect, and there's a bristling as Sephany draws in a hissing breath through clenched teeth. "Don't make excuses for him! You don't know him at all. And if he needed more help, he should have asked for a replacement, not assumed I would just… be there to do both jobs! Honestly, it makes me want to quit." Words, said in anger, but with perhaps a glimmer of truth to them. But she doesn't expand upon it, moving instead to sip and swallow at her cocoa as an excuse to lapse into sullen silence.

Lu'ka listens to Sephany, nod missing the glares she directs his way when he 'almost' reached for her. Frowning at her glare, he sighs and puts the fork and knife back on his plate, with a little shake of his head "True, I don't know him at all. I don't know that many people actually. The ones I do know, I know less than I thought." He glances about the nearest tables, not settling his gaze on anyone in aprticular before sighing and grabbing his plate and mug. "Perhaps your Journeyman did send for a repalcement that hasn't arrived yet. Sometimes Journeymen work with a tight time line too." Giving a nod of his head. "I'll just go finish this in the practice room and let you simmer in peace. See you later Sephany." Another nod before his boots are thumping off through the tables as he heads towards the Crafters' Caverns.

"You know… if you don't give a damn, then you shouldn't have asked in the first place," snaps Sephany. Clearly, she is in no mood for logic and reason right now, all bristle and rage and seething indignation and emotion. There's a slam of hands on the table, a shove away as she stands that almost sends the chair toppling over behind her. "Why'd you ask, if all you were going to do is takehis side?! Whatever Lu'ka. Just go," which he is already doing, leaving Sephany to slump back down into her seat and dissolve into tears over a bowl of half-finished soup.


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