Long Days and Disasters

Ista Weyr - Chaton's Quarters(#8824RAh)

This room is fairly simple so far, its occupants having only recently taken up residence. But somehow they managed to acquire a solid oak bedstead which now stands in the corner, its mattress covered in dark, forest green sheets and blankets. Against the opposite wall stand two descs, each well-equipped with file-sorters and pencils. On one sits a picture of Shorynia, Chaton, and Nornon, obviously recently acquired and framed. The other is bare. A large area rug covers the stone floor, gentle swirls of blue and green sweeping over its surface with the occasional splotch of red or gold to add further color.

Chaton is taking a break from the insanity that is his job, and taking the time to sew a tiny cone-shaped hat together. It's small enough to fit on his little finger, with two straps hanging down. The hat is a light blue.

Shorynia enters the shared room, arms full of paperwork. At first she doesn't notice the delicate work Chaton is performing and just begins talking, "Can you believe this? A full inventory hasn't be performed in Turns! Even before the other goldriders transferred they left all the work to Ysa. No wonder she's stressed." The stack of papers is tossed on her desk. Only then does she notice that Chaton is stitching a puppet, she smiles softly, "That's very cute, love. Planning on entertaining the kids?"

Chaton makes the final delicate stitch, and he snaps the suture thread he'd been using, and tosses the tiny curved needle ment for flesh into the waste basket. He grins at the hat, and picks Mercury up off of the desk, and ties it gently to his head. "Awww!" he grins. "In't he cute?" he stands, placing the lizard gently back on his shoulder. "But, to what you were saying, yes, that is rediculous. Ysa needs… what do they call them? A junior weyrwoman."

Shorynia chuckles, watching Chaton dress his tiny blue. Mud, on the other hand, chitters at him, it looks silly. why would any flit wear that? Queen hisses at the young brown, be nice. Shory grins, "It's very cute… and yeah, Ysa needs help, that's for sure. There's a new Junior now, but she hasn't been seen much yet."

Chaton chuckles. He looks at Mud. "Well, I think it's handsome." he grins, "Well, why in Farnath's name isn't the Junior getting off of her bottom and doing something?

Shorynia shrugs, "How would I know? Maybe she's sick. Diseases are different up here than down on the southern continent. I'm helping Channa with the full inventory because we don't even *know* what back-logged supplies there are."

Chaton shrugs. "Perhaps. Well, if she comes into the infirmary, I'll get a look." he shrugs again. "Do you need any more help? I could lend a hand with the inventory…"

Shorynia smiles and nods, "I'd be glad of any help you could give," she points at him, "So long as you don't work yourself to death." She flops down on the bed, leaning against the wall, "Can I ask you a question?"

Chaton flops down next to her, and smiles. "I'll do whatever I can for you." he nods. "Ask away."

Shorynia smiles, trying to take any unintentional bite out of her words, "Tell me… tell me about your brother…"

Chaton blinks. "What about him?"

Shorynia sighs, draping her arm around him, "Whatever you can think of. I want to understand him. What motivates him." oh Faranth, is she becoming a mind healer herslef?

Chaton sits back and thinks. "Well… when he was little, we used to wrestle. He was better at it than I was, though." he grins. "He was the one who would plan missions to sneak into the kitchens to steal sweets, or to explore the caverns in the Weyr, but I was much more content with the infirmary and what I got to do there. He does what mum asks, though, and he's really good to her…"

Shorynia rests a hand gently on his knee, "And where's your mum now? Do you still talk to her?"

Chaton nods. "Yeah, I go home often. She's still in the kitchens at Igen." he smiles. "She always sends back the best stews and breads…"

Shorynia smiles, "That's good, you'll have to share some next time. How long ago did your brother impress?"

Chaton uuuuhs. "F…five years? I think…"

Shorynia's eyes go wide, "Five turns?" She leans into him a little, "I want you to tell me something honestly. Can you do that for me?"

Chaton nods. "Uh, sure."

Shorynia's eyes soften a bit, "How does it make you feel that he left and then to have him return?"

Chaton bites his lip a little. "I'm glad he's back… I missed him… I just don't want him to leave again, and I'm afraid he will." he says, noding slowly.

Shorynia nods slowly, nearly in unison with his own slow nod, "How do you feel when he insults you or us? Or your profession?" She's definitely probing after something…

Chaton shrugs. "Chien is Chien. He likes to pick and tease people he likes. As for my profession, I'm used to it. I'm the shrink, the nut doctor, the wacky-healer. It doesn't bother me, because I'm backed by the Hall."

Shorynia shifts carefully until she's sitting next to him, arm wrapped over his shoulder, "Being used to it doesn't stop it from making you unhappy."

Chaton puts his arms around her and holds her close to his side. "Yeah… well, I just wish sometimes that people would see this profession in more of a positive light."

Shorynia nods, "I do. Ysa does. But I was talking about your brother…"

Chaton looks down. "Maby I would like him to see my profession in a more serious light too. I want to help people."

Shorynia kisses him gently on the temple, "I want to help you. I want you to feel like you can tell me anything, no matter what it is."

Chaton nods again. "I do. Sometimes I wish to myself that he didn't come back… because he left…. and it would be easier than if he were to leave now…"

Shorynia nods quietly, rubbing his shoulder gently, "If he leaves again, I'll sic T'burk on him."

Chaton laughs at that. "I'd like that." he says, holding her. "I'm happy with Mercury, by the way. He's adorable." then adds, "He likes his hat, too."

Shorynia laughs, always finding Chaton's laughter contagious, "He and Mud are so different it seems appropriate, doesn't it?"

Chaton nods, and grins. "Ah, like day and night. Like brothers of a matching set."

Shorynia nods, grinning as well, "They do seem to…" She's cut off by Mud's incessant chittering. where was his bowl? where was his food? why did they care more about that little blue thing than him? Shory taps him lightly on the snout, "Be good… they balance eachother."

Mercury preens, his hat flopping on his head. He looks up at Mud. He chitters back. Hey! Food! Good idea! Bowl, food, not caring about blue thi- hey wait…

Chaton chuckles, and scoops up Mercury. "To the Living Caverns, then. They can balance each other out in there." he grins, and grabs Shory's hand. "Come on!"

Shorynia situates her three on her shoulders, standing as well, "Sounds good to me… whoop!" she allows herself to be pulled from the room, giggling a little at his energy.

Ista Weyr - Living Caverns

Large enough to house the entirity of the weyr's population at one time, the cavern set aside to house the very heart of the weyr's life is a grandoise, somewhat circular affair, filled with rows of long tables. Bustling and busy, it is a rare moment indeed when there is not someone at work or leisure in here; the long trestle table by the kitchens is perpetually filled with plates and trays of food, a pot of something always bubbling upon the mahogany hearth, ready to fill the belly of any hungry resident or rider. Although a high table is set aside for seating respected dignitaries on formal occasions, most of the tables here are not designated to any particular group— rather, all levels of Ista's population eat together, intermingled across the broad cavern.
Great tapestries have been flung down the walls, orange and black borders remarking upon Ista's heritage, the age-faded hangings depicting scenes of importance to the Weyr— the erruption of the volcano; the first clutch; the view from the star stones, over forest, dark beach, and glistening waves of blue. Propellor-like fans have been affixed to the ceiling in more modern times, cooling the cavern on the hottest of days. Passageways lead up the stairs to the kitchens, down a second flight of stairs to the lower caverns, and out into the expanse of the broad weyr bowl.

Chaton laughs, and pushes his hair out of his face. "Mum always did say I was too hyper for my own good." he comments, heading towards the food.

Shorynia follows him, heedless to Mud's protests, "I think it just makes you all the more fun."

Chaton grins. "As long as you like it." he says, taking meatscraps from one bowl, and grabing something delicious looking… with vegetables… from another. It all goes on the same plate, and he snags them a table.

Shorynia follows suit, only she grabs two bubbly pies as well, popping one chunk of meat into Mud's maw as she goes to shut him up. "I like you, silly."

Chaton grins. "Good. I would be worried if you didn't." he says. He sits Mercury on the table and looks at him. "Okay, now." he takes a piece of meat and holds it up. "Watch carefully." he tells the lizard, then he neatly tosses it up into the air. Mercury watches it go up…. and come down… and go *splat* on his head. He shakes it off, looking terribly confused, and plucks it off of the table. Chaton laughs a little. "No, you're supposed to catch it."

Shorynia giggles, "Maybe you should have showed him first. All he did was watch the meat." Mud gives a little hiss at the blue, and Shory is forced to discipline him again, then holds up a piece of meat for the picky brown.

Chaton is just about to do so, when a boy runs in, an appretiance healer knot on his shoulder. "Major storm at Xanadu… Healer Hall sending everyone it can… Dragon outside." he pants, and runs off towards the infirmary to notify them as well. Chaton stands, and grabs his everpresent bag. "They add the word "journey" before 'man' for a reason." he shrugs, running towards the bowl. "Comeon Shory. We need all the help we can send them."

Shorynia nods, bolting as much of her food as possible before following him, "I hope it's a reliable rider come to get us."

The storm and after affects are logged on Xanadu's website - http://xanadu.wikidot.com/logs

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