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.

Alisar hurries in. He glances from face to face for a moment, "Where's Elara?" In his haste, he's very direct.

Talmar is sitting at a table, with a large half-finished clay pot in front of him, slowly but steadily making it complete. He looks up at Alisar's entrance, answering briefly "Haven't seen her. Why?"

Alisar smiles in apology, "Sorry. I was just looking for her… something important. Harper's duties to Fort and my duty to you, young man."

Talmar nods at Alisar, then turns his attention back to the clay pot. "Fort's duties." he responds automatically, then adds "I'm Talmar. Wanna see what I'm making?" It's right there, a great big pot made of clay, so there's not really much to show. Yet, it's polite to offer.

Alisar sets his gloves near an empty chair. "I'm Alisar." "… always nice to see what a fellowcraft is up to. It looks very nice." He moves closer, smiling.

Talmar grins at Alisar. "I'm an apprentice." he says, proudly. "I'm working on my first commission. Three clay pots for dragon oil." he seems to stumble slightly over the longer words like apprentice and commission.

Alisar chuckles, pleased. "A fine price… but why have you need for dragon oil lad? You and I are better on our feet. I've always thought so." He sits down, "How long have you been working on that?"

Talmar glances at the pot, then the bucket of clay that he's constantly adding to the pot. The bucket is less than half full now. "A while." he says with a shrug. "It's for a rider." he adds, proud to have earned a commission. "I've made two more, too. They're cooking." he means that they are being fired in the kiln.

Alisar looks impressed, "Be sure to take care of those hands. If you do too much at once, you'll feel it in the morning." The harper shifts his guitar so it's a bit more comfortable to carry. "I do wish I could find Elara… I suppose it's not that urgent, and I don't know if she can help but probably." "Where are you from, Talmar?"

Talmar shrugs, "I'm from here." he says, although the reason he may not have been seen much around is because he tended to hang around with all the other weyrbrats until he became a potter. "Always been here." he says, simply. He is still adding to the clay pot, slowly but surely working away. "I gotta do it all now, before the clay dries." he adds. "Once the clay dries, it breaks a lot when you try and get it wet again."

Alisar nods. "I always got cracks in my pinch pots as a child because of that… never understood why. I'm glad I found a place at the Harper Hall. It's much easier. Once an instrument is built, it's easier to repair than a pot." He winks jovially.

Talmar laughs, then nods at the pot. "I like this. I make it, with my hands. It feels nice to make stuff." he says, shrugging. "Plus, I'm not good with words and stuff." he really isn't, he often fumbles pronounciations and meanings.

Alisar nods, "You could be good with a little practice. Don't be so hard on yourself. At your age, I had some natural charm but no polish. I'd imagine with a little help you could go a long way. It might come in handy."

Talmar grins, proudly. "Really?" he says, looking at the pot. "But, still, I like this. It's fun." he grins, and shows Alisar his clay covered hands. "I get to get all dirty, and no-one can tell me off, 'cause I have to." he boasts.

Alisar laughs, "Just don't get the table too dirty or you'll be cleaning the whole room." He picks up his guitar and makes sure it took no hurt in his travels.

Talmar shakes his head. "I won't. I'm careful." he says, then glances over at Alisar's guitar, curiously. "That looks neat." he comments, hands still working away at the pot. He's already done two of them, and is over half done on the third, so he doesn't need to pay quite as much attention to what his hands are doing anymore. But he doesn't ever look away from the pot for long.

Alisar holds it so the boy can get a closer look. "This guitar is like an old friend to me now. I'm going to have to start making another one. I'm afraid this one, though it's quite good sounding, will someday not travel well."

Talmar looks more closely at it, being very careful not to touch it. "It looks okay now." he says, not really appreciative of fine craftmanship just yet, except maybe in the pottery area.

Alisar says, "I agree, but it may take me me a while to make a replacement and I can't be without my guitar. I have to plan ahead." "Do you think you could make me a matching set of wine goblets? I have a gift to give and that would be as good as the one I was originally planning."

Talmar considers this request. "I'm nearly done with this stuff. Wine goblets out of clay?" he asks, nodding thoughtfully. "I think I can do that. Anything special you want? Or just plain?"

Alisar smiles, "It doesn't have to be fancy, just comfortable in the hand." "Green, I would think, with a light blue base."

Talmar nods slowly. "Okay. How many glasses in a set?" being that he doesn't drink wine yet, Tal doesn't really know how big the typical set of wineglasses is.

Alisar clarifies, "I just need two goblets. One set, of two." "I would ordinarily ask a Journeyman but I find the problem with being an apprentice is that nobody trusts you enough to give you projects… you have to learn somehow."

Talmar nods, listening carefully. "Two wine goblets. Green, with a light blue base. Comfortable in the hand." he glances at his own hands, then shrugs, he'll get an adult to help with that part. "Right. Should only take a day, or two if the line for the clay cooker thing is really long. I'll make them, then they need to dry, then they can be cooked. After cooking, they need to be made so that water won't ruin them, and then cooked again so that the water stopping stuff sets."

Alisar stands, off to find Elara again, "Excellent. I'm sure it won't take very long. I'd better go find the Weyrwoman… it was nice talking to you."

Talmar nods, "Okay. I'll start work on those as soon as I've finished these pots." he agrees, then smiles. "It was nice talking to you too. I got another thing to make. Thanks!" he grins, and goes back to work on the pot.