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 inside of the living caverns is flooded with the smells of poorly cooked meat and rather burnt breads. Something is not right with the kitchen staff today, however, they still attempt to put on a meal. There are a few people scattered around the caverns, eating, talking, play cards and the like. However, it's a slow day considering it's time for the evening meal.

Guard Yurolt sits near the food table, a pile of raw meat on one plate and poorly cooked meat on another. He eats from the latter and feeds the blue and green firelizards of his from the former. Happy chirps permeate the caverns and Yurolt can be heard giving encouraging words to the little flits.

K'drozen make his way slowly into the living cavern whistling softly to himself as he goes. Noticing Yurolt he smiles and gives the guard a waves, "Evening." he nose wrinkles a bit at the scent though.

Yurolt looks up from the meal he and the firelizards are sharing. He locates the speaker and smiles. Giving a half salute, though not standing, he says, "G'devening. Pull up a chair, sir." Respectful til the end, this lad is. He does manage to kick a chair out for K'drozen to sit in, though the look that flashes across his face betrays the pain it causes him. The guard quickly rubs his right leg roughly and lets out a slight gasp.

K'drozen smiles and moves to take a seat next to Yurolt in the offered seat and says, 'How are you doing, Yurolt?' his expression darkening slightly at the expression of pain though he makes no comment.

Yurolt doesn't notice the look from K'drozen as he rubs his pain away. He does however say, "I'm healing. Was finally able to run a bit today, but…" The guard gestures to his leg and the obvious pain he just suffered. He pops a bit of meat into his mouth and grimaces. Still he stomaches through and swallows. "Something's not right with this food."

K'drozen nod a bit and says, "I could smell that when I walked in, I think I might pass on it for a bit…" he looks towards the kitchen before looking back to Yurolt and saying, "Its good you are healing… I wish I could have gone in with you all….."

Yurolt shakes his head with much disdain. "No way, KD. The guard is disposable. You have to think of your dragon." The look in the guard's eyes show that he truly believes what he said. He'd happily take an arrow meant for any dragonrider. Again he stuffs more meat into his mouth and roughly swallows. Gross…But he's hungry.

K'drozen shakes his head and sighs, "Really, you are not more disposable then us." he says, "No life is. I just felt..pointless out there." he shaks his head.

Yurolt gives the man a sympathetic look. "You did your job. We did ours. That's all anyone can ask."

K'drozen smirks and says, "They barely let me do my job." he shakes his head, "you know what we should drop it.."

Yurolt takes the hint and gobbles some more rancid meat. Maybe the food tastes like where this conversation was going? "So…uh, what have you been up to KD?"

K'drozen shrugs a bit, "Oh you know, more of the same, flying patrols, visiting friends over at Xanadu, not much has been happening with me lately. I guess that is a blessing."

Yurolt nods and says, "You're originally from Xanadu?" He doesn't know much about the southern continent, or K'drozen for that matter.

K'drozen says "I was actually born in Southern Boll hold but spent some time in Ista before moving here, I have friend all over though..""

Yurolt nods and then turns a slight green. He retches a little and quickly covers his mouth. The blue and green lizards begin to chirrup worriedly and flutter around his head. "I…shouldn't….have eaten…." The guard never finishes the sentence. Instead he bolts for the doorway. A muffled "Sorry" is thrown back to K'drozen, and the guard is gone. To be sick. To be very sick. Never eat the rancid meat.

'The World of Pern(tm)' and 'The Dragonriders of Pern(r)' are copyright to Anne McCaffrey (c) l967, 2000. This is a recorded online session, by permission of the author but generated on PernWorld MUSH for the benefit of people unable to attend.