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.
It's mid-morning in Fort's living caverns and Pralius is in search of food. Having just recently transferred, his duties were still transient. Recently settled into his quarters, he now sought breakfast… some klah finds its way into a mug and some cereal into a bowl before he moves across the room to a table. Yawning, he sets in to eat.
Moydeo walks into the caverns, from the lower caverns, hair still slifghtly damp from cleaning up. The smell of breakfast drawing her back in, after all, working in the stables can bring abbout quite a hunger. She moved over to the food table, and picked up a plate, takingg in the selections, before she filled up her plate with some eggs, sliced wherry, and toast. She grabbed a mug of klah, before she looked for a seat, finding her way to the table Pralius was sat at. She clears her throat. "Mind if I sit here?" She asks, motioning to an emoty chair.
Pralius glances up at Moydeo and blinks twice before taking a drink of klah to clear his mouth, "I… no, I don't min… uh, Pralius… healer… I just moved here so I'm not used to people asking if they can sit yet. At the hall people just… well, sit." He chuckles, "Still, company's a pleasure all the same."
Moydeo nods, and sets down her own mug of klah, as well as her plate, before she sat down. "Nice to meet you Pralius, I'm Moydeo, stablehand." She admits. "Ah, I've just gotten into the habit of asking, since, some people here do tend to save seats for their friends, especially when it's crowded." Not that it was real crowded now, since most people ate earlier. "Yes, company's always better then being alone." She agrees, and takes a bit of her breakfast.
Pralius nods, taking in another spoonful of cereal before asking, "Stablehand, huh? Of the craft or just love the work?" He glances around and chuckles, "I suppose I'll have to get used to a new definition of crowded… just doesn't seem that bad to me. How long have you been here?
Moydeo shakes her head, after swallowing. "No, not part of thre beast craft, but I just love the work. I love working witth the runners as well." She smiles. "A healer, huh? What rank, and, uh, specialty?" She asks, looking to his shoulder to see his knots.
Pralius chuckles softly, "Runner do have a certain… attraction… Oh, Journeyman, general practice." He smiles, "I hear the Weyr gets some nasty colds in the winter."
"That theey do, and they're so versatile as well." Moydeo says with a grin. "And pretty smart as well." She adds, and tilts her head as she listens. "Ah, yeah, I can imagine, when I lived in the hold, there was atleast one person sick every winter." She agrees. "In a place like this, with so many people, I imagine help is always needed."
Pralius nods, "especially with as much snow as they get. It's not as bad as the Reaches from what I've read, but still…"
Moydeo nods. "I've not been to the Reaches, but, yes, I've heard about the snow they get, kind of glad I ddon't live there, Fort gets enough snow." She chuckles, and takes a bite to eat. "Oh, right, uh, I've been for for about three or four weeks." She finally answers an earlier question. "Yourself? I don't think I've seen you around before."
Pralius nods, "I've heard stories of snow so think you can't even leave your room." He shudders, "Can't even bear to think of it… still…" He takes another spoonful of cereal to his mouth, then nods, "4 or 5 days… been so busy moving it all kind of blurs together."
Moydeo takes a bit of her breakfast, and nods. "I can imagine they get a ton of colds up there. Man, thick enough to not leave your room? Wow, and I thought Fort got alot of snow." She chuckles. "Yeah, I know how that is, so busy getting things in the room, and the way you like them, hardly notice the time." She agrees. "Snow kind of halts most of the riding of rrunners as well, their hooves don't do well on icy trails, and riding in too thick of snow for too long can injure them."
Pralius nods, "I can't imagine riding a runner in the snow… I'm actually kind of surprised they have runners here, Telgar didn't really have any… all the riders said that once you have a dragon runners just look like lunch…?"
"Well, it's not snowy here all the time, like now., but, pretty soon, the snows going to come." She blinks, and then laughs. "You're the third person to mention that, but, yeah, according to the riders I talked to, the dragons can see them as prey, enoiugh to be curious, but they don't eat them."
Pralius chuckles and nods, "I've been at Fort Hold for the last 7 turns, I can feel the weather well enough, I hope." He chuckles again, "Still, I guess every Weyr's a little different when it comes to that."
Moydeo chuckles, and nods. "I onder if the Reaches has runners." She wonders. "It's probably worse up there, than it is here." She nods. "I guess so, but, I've been pretty much assured, that they don't eat the runners, so, we're safe here." Atleast for now.
Pralius chuckles, "That's good to know… I may have to borrow one to ride sometime. It /has/ been awhile…" He shrugs and takes a sip of his drink, "Like it here, anyway. No need to go somewhere even colder."
Moydeo nods. "There are runners for borrowing, yeah." She says. "I aggree, I wouldn't want to go some place colder. Now, maybe some place warmer, that would be a good place to go." She chuckles.
Pralius chuckles back, "Telgar was nice and all, but… nah, I kinda like snow."
Moydeo grins. "I haven't been to Telgar, so will have to take your word for it." She says. "But maybe some day I should go there, just to see."
Pralius nods, "Or Ista, or Igen. They're all beautiful in their own right, I just happen to like the snow… and being away from my mother… and all the riders who think I should be standing instead of doing what I want to do."
Moydeo blinks, and chuckles. "Good point, but, don't you think riders here might think you should stand as well?" She asks. "I've been to Vista, not that long ago, for their last hatching. It was nice there."
Pralius chuckles, "Maybe, but I'm willing to do so now, if a dragon asks. But being born in a Weyr most people wanted me to just hit the sands my own wishes be sharded."
Moydeo hmms. "True, plus, you wanted to be a healer as well, huh?" She asks, with a smile. "In that case, kind of glad I grew up in a hold, no extra pressure to stand, except if you were asked."
Pralius nods, "Mom just worked the caverns, so all I really had to do was as the Weyrhealer to recommend me and I was in. I'd wanted to heal since I was 9 or 10."
Moydeo nods. "Sounds like a good reason." She agrees. "I got into working in the stables, as just a chore that was assigned to me, as a child, and just kind of grew from there."
Pralius nods, "Why didn't you go into the craft, if I may ask. Most people do."
Moydeo shrugs. "I just never thought about it, though, now that I'm here, getting into it sounds like a good oportunity."
Pralius nods, at the very least they'll give you more training and experience with other animals than just runners."
Moydeo nods. "That's true, I'll have to look into it, probably best to do so before it gets too cold." She chuckles.
Pralius chuckles, "Probably. Before you know it you could be helping maintain the feeding stock, too."
Moydeo nods. "That's true, I would like to mainly continue working with runners, but, it wouldn't be a bad idea to try other things as well." Just to be well rounded in the craft.
Pralius nods, "It makes you more valuable."
Moydeo nods as well, taking a drink of her klah.
Pralius takes another sip of his own klah, "So… what were your parents like?"
Moydeo hmms. "They were goodd, even though my father was often away, due to being a Runner, he was often away, carrying messages from place to place." She admits. "My mother's a seamstress, and raught me how to knit, and sew."
Pralius nods slowly, "Runners still run? I guess growing up in the Weyr and then living just off the harper hall it never occurred to me to find out…"
Moydeo nods. "Yes, aparently, II guess not many, but, I have seen some here as well." She shrugs. "My younger brother is one as well, I just…never got into it." Sge admits.
Pralius chuckles, "I suppose with radios and firelizards everywhere they're less necessary, but there are some holders who'll only trust a runner to deliver."
Moydeo nods. "Yes, definately teaching my two firelizards to carry notes, make them useful for something." She chuckles.
Pralius chuckles, "Two? I've been in the hall 7 turns and nary a bite."
Moydeo nods. "A blue, and a brown, they're still pretty young though, I got them both from Ista." She explains.
Pralius takes another sip, "I'll have to see if I can get one next time a clutch comes up."
