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.
A'mar is here, really. Yep, he's sitting near the bowl entrance, tucking into a big bowl of stew. Occasionally a growing blue dragon pokes his head in the doorway, checking up on his young rider.
Chloe is coming down the stairs as she sees a blue dragon poke his head in the doorway and shakes her head. "Ok, would the owner of the blue dragon either give it some food or whatever? Because I don't want it damaging the living caverns on me." She smiles.
A'mar blushes, and looks up at Chloe. "Um, sorry, that'd be me. He doesn't like to be left alone…" he mumbles through a mouthful of food. Manners, boy! He frowns, and blushes again. He swallows, then says, "Caldoth says he's sorry." he adds, as the blue head withdraws.
Chloe smiles as she gives a soft laugh. "It's alright, just wanted to make sure it wasn't someone's dragon that had gotten itself away from its rider."
A'mar giggles, and shakes his head. "Caldoth doesn't like to be lonely. I keep telling him that I'm always with him and all, but he thinks that if he can't see me I might stop existing or something." the young weyrling says, with a slight frown.
Chloe nods as she says softly. "Well being lonely is not fun at all for sure."
A'mar frowns slightly at Chloe. "Well, no, it isn't." he agrees, before tucking in to his stew once more. After a moment, he says, "I'm A'mar, I'm a weyrling, with blue Caldoth." Hooray for introductions. "I used to be Talmar, potter."
Chloe replies softly. "Chloe… well Cloadine… former Headwoman Anais' younger sister." She blushes.
A'mar smiles, and nods. "Well, well met, Cloadine." he says, politely. Caldoth sticks his head in the doorway again, checking up on his rider. A'mar rolls his eyes. "I'm -fine- Cal. Go back to the barracks and sleep or something. I'll be out soon enough."
Chloe says softly. "You can call me Chloe. I'm Headwoman."
A'mar blushes slightly, and nods. "Yes, sir." He says sir to everyone, regardless of gender. "Chloe. Sir."
Chloe shakes her head as she says quietly. "Please don't call me sir, I'm not even likely six or so turns older than you." She smiles.
A'mar blushes, and shakes his head. "Okay… Chloe." he finally says, with a shrug. ""You can call me A'mar or Tal." he says, cheerfully. "But Caldoth is Caldoth. Only I call him Cal." he says seriously. The blue head peeks in again, and A'mar sighs, standing. "I'd, er, best see to him. Sorry." he murmurs apologetically, before leaving.
