You go to the Living Cavern.

Living Cavern

  The smooth, rounded walls of the vast living cavern sweep upward from an oval base, two dragonlengths long and one wide, large enough to seat every member of the Weyr at mealtimes.  The soft blackness of the lava which forms these caverns swallows glowlight, so shelves for glowbaskets abound, dotting the walls every three or four paces and casting gentle greenish light up toward the sparkles of gold volcanic glass embedded in the ceiling.  Ancient lustrous tables run along the long axis of the cavern, and at the far end is the raised dais and high table, where the Weyrleaders and their honored guests eat during formal occasions.  Behind the high table, the Weyr's symbol is chiseled into the stone: a smoking mountain in black, on an orange shield, trimmed in gold.

Perched near the food are thirty-six firelizards.

You see Ale Cabinet, Moufles, Nappa, What's for Dinner, a crawler in the corner, Sketch, Candidate Sketch, Seafood Casserole, Sea-food Pasta Bowl, Fish Cookies, Fish Pastry Pocket, and Butter Basted Spider Claws here.

Dennia, Marlin, and Nuff are here.

Obvious exits:

Northeast Caverns     Kitchens     Bowl     Southern Caverns

Dennia ooo's as her smile grows with the amount of arriving people.

"Hallo the weyr!", carols the arriving purple-clad Rider as she sweeps into the Caverns amidst a flair of brightly-oiled firelizards.

Ceradaene strides in from the South Caverns.

Zidon enters, the bundle of white cloth present in his arms. He'll just walk around with it until it's done, yup. "Evening," is greeted, a smile sent off to everyone nearby as te Candidate tries to locate a chair over the material he's carrying.

Dennia blinks at the Enterance Of Nuff. "Ma'am?" she says as she scoots with a waddle toward the Gold Rider. "May I help you?"

Marlin smiles at the girl as beeline to the klah pot is made. "'lo.." is offered greeting. "How are you?" Nah, he doesn't reconise the girl, but hey, he's friendly. Other people enter, and he blinks. Wow, people sure know when others enter the Caverns..

Ceradaene stumbles in from the southern caverns with her clothing a mess and her eyes very visable drooping.  She collapses into the nearest chair and sighs.  She looks longingly towards the klah pot.. ..too...tired...

Bryon smiles a little as he walks in from the South Caverns.

Nuff waves a Helllo at Dennia,  all bustling smiles and buoyant curls. "Just visiting, yes, yes, the Nuff's just visiting.  Used to live here you know, hrm?" She leans closer, looking at Candidates and weyrfolk alike, "Used to Weyrwoman here, Nuff did." The little old High Reaches Weyrwoman sounds vaguely like Yoda.

Marlin stands, swiftly re-making beeline to the klah pot for Cera'. He pours a mug and offers it to Ceradaene helpfullybefore sitting again.

Dennia oh's as she listens as fast as Nuff speaks, her head nodding as she listens. "Is there something I can get you?" she asks, admiration and awe at being so close to another gold Rider on her face. As if you couldn't tell she's new to the weyr life.

Zidon knew about Nuff, yes he did, but he just sends her a smile, then eyes the white cloth scattered on the table. Sigh. Now, Anely mentioned pins... hmm... Hazel eyes flicker around. Happen to have any pins, anyone? No? He thought so. The robe'll have to wait - what a shame.

Ceradaene thanks Marlin profusly as she gulps the hot liquid.  She looks almost.. ALIVE!  Between sips, she says to her savior, "Thank you so much!  I'm Ceradaene, and you are..?"

Marlin smiles. "Marlin.." is offered. Thanks is such a /wonderful/ reward. Meatroll is grabbed at with free hand, now alternating between klah and food.

Nuff is old to weyr life, but smiles as friendly. "Nothing for the Nuff, no, nothing, unless", she leans closer, "You mightn't have any cookies? 'Reth now, she likes cookies, you see. Only because I do, and she doesnt' really eat them, just sort of crumbles them up all messy-dragon like, but she does like it if I bring her some. And something to drink? Anything, Nuff likes anything, especially anything sweet, yes, sweet. " She looks beyond to Zidon and smiles back with her purply-heather blue eyes agleam.

Bryon looks around the room for a few moments before sitting down at one of the tables.

Dennia oh's and whispers "Cookies.. Juice.. Cookies" over and over as she turns to head for the kitchens. She spies Bryon and stops to whisper in his ear, face beaming astonishment.

Ceradaene calls to Toji, who flies over and lands on her shoulder.

Dennia walks to the Kitchens.

Zidon sends Nuff a pondering look. Ooh... she must have made a robe once, no? Or maybe he should just annoy the female Candidates again... hmm. Klah is needed for a decision here, definitely, so up we go, getting a mug of klah before sinking into the chair again. Don't spill it on the robe... though it couldn't possibly look any worse.

Bryon nods to Nuff before looking at the others.

Dennia walks in from the Kitchen.

Left alone, Nuff occupies herself with pulling off the rest of her Riding things and hooking them to the wall. Free of such heavy leather, she strides more quickly in the rest of the way all billowing sisal - purplesisal -- and winking boots.  Being an Weaver, as well as a candiate, Nuff naturally gravitates towards Zidon's white fabric.

Dennia arrives with a tray of fruit rolls, a few cookies, some dried fruits and a large glass of oragefruit juice. She waddles toward Nuff and places it gently on the table near the woman. "There you are, Ma'am.

Zidon glances up as Nuff advances, sending the goldrider the most pitful look he can manage. Then again, he doesn't have much training in looking pitful. "'llo, ma'am," is greeted after a quick sip of klah, the Candidate smiling again. Beam. Help?

Nuff smiles broadly at Dennia, "Why aren't you just the most efficient little creature ever? We thank you." We for Tireath, not we for Royalty. Chubby weathered hands reach for the cookies and immediately pocket more than they should. "For Tiareth", whispers Nuff suspiciously quietly.  "Yes. Tiareth." She grabs the juice too, "But this is for me. To the eggs!", an appropriate-enough toast.  "And", as she looks back to Zidon, "To the Candiates?"

Dennia can't help but let out a giggle as she turns and waddles back toward Bryon, fingers waggling at Zidon as she passes by.

Zidon chuckles and raises his mug in response to Nuff. "For 'Reaches?" he says back, winking at her. Erm, maybe not the best thing to say when at Ista? Ah, what.

Bryon smiles at Dennia when she gets closer, "You feel ok?" he asks queitly.

Ah nothing. Nuff appreciates the thought and winks before drinking. When done, she finally turns her attention back towards the layers of white. "Working on your robe, I see young sir?  You've an awful lot of fabric there for one little robe..."

Dennia is breathing a little fast as she lowers next to Bryon, but is smiling "Two gold riders in one day!" she says underneath her breath, staring at Nuff and scootching closer to Bryon to rest a hand on his.

Zidon winces and glances at that... thing. "Well, working and working," he admits, grinning rather sheepishly. "I'm tryin'.. I just can't make it straight. Uhm, someone tried to help me, but..." Grimace. His talents are definitely placed elsewhere.

Bryon turns his hand over to hold hers in his, "Aye..."

Dennia puts her lips close to the smiths and whispers something that sounds like "bronze riders".

Nuff chuckles, "Working is a start. Nuff was a Weaver, y'know, she was. She could help you, yess? For a few minutes. Must find the Annie, but a few minutes, yes,. while the cookies are warm.... Where are you putting your head?"

Zidon practically beams. "A Weaver? Ohh, I didn't know that!" Beam, beam. "Well uhm, I'm puttin' in here," he informs, holding up the two pieces of cloth, gesturing vaguely towards one end. Isn't he good?

Bryon whispers something back to her.

Dennia pokes Bryon's side and giggles softly "You're mean. I just want to /see/!"

Bryon shakes his head and just holds her close, not saying anything else for the moment.

Nuff has the good graces not to roll her eyes. "Stand up then, stand up, lets see th length on you. Surely you aren't this tall?" Nuff holds up the familiar white fabric, "Done this before Nuff has, many times, yes, many times. Stand up?"

Dennia watches Nuff and cute Zidon as she tries to give him a hand, her head resting on Bryon's conventient shoulder as she does.

Zidon quickly scrambles to his feet, standing at his not too-high height. "Err, I guess not. I figured I'd wrap it around my feet," he grins, glancing at the cloth. Not his fault they gave him so much... Dennia gets a wink as the Candidate shuffles on his feet in front of Nuff.

Dennia grins at the wink and looks up at Bryon. "I think it will be nice here."

Bryon sighs and looks away, murmuring, "I don't know now.."

Nuff makes as if to poke'm in the small of his back, if Zidon slouches any, and neatly folds the fabric up to shoulder height, and then a bit extra. "You're right, you do put the head here, your arms are about right unless you plan on growing some more right now. No? Good, then if you just get rid of this sloppy bits right here..." From out of some impossible pocket she produces a few pins that smell vaguely of cookies, and expertly tucks up the hem. "Doesn't do to trip the Sands, no no no. Could get run over you could, young Candidate."

Zidon stands shock still. Those pins look dangerous, and you never know what Nuff might do with them. "Ehm, no I... no, I don't want to be run over," he babbles, trying to keep up with the stream of talking from the weyrwoman. "I don't have to embroider it too, do I?" he asks, hint of hysterics in his voice. The girls are all doing that. It doesn't mean it needs to be done, right? Squeal.

Dennia smiles at Bryon agains and sits up, leaning forward she offers "I could help, a little with the embroidery, if it's allowed"

Nuff looks up from her crouch along the hem, purlish-eyes dancing the foxtrot. "Embroidery doesn't a Rider make, young sir, nope no nope. Nuff'n didn't embroider robe or underthings, and look what it gots her?" Somewhere outside a flash of sunlight-gold whispers past the entrance. "'Reth, that's what. And you can't have'r, neither, but Dragons", punctuating that thought with a spearing of some imaginary bit of dust with the end of a pin, "Dragons and smarter'n people, and don't go in for the looks of things. Just the Thing itself.  Were you embroidered when you were searched, young Candiate?"

Dennia tries not to, but starts to giggle at Nuff's words, covering her mouth with her hands to try and stop the sound, but her eyes are laughing too hard.

Zidon blinks. "Erm, was I...? Uh, no? But the dragon called me a sack..." Desperate glance towards Dennia. "Well, apparently I don't /have/ to do any.. embroidering." Thank Faranth for that. Eyes flicker to the entrance as well, getting a glimpse of golden hide. Ahh. Blink.

Dennia's eyes follow where Zidon is looking and get very large.

Nuff pokes the last pin through the white and stands back up, "There you go then. Look like a sack on the Sands and the dragonets prolly be just as happy." She brushes off her hands before reaching again for a few more cookies, all quickly spirited away. "Useful things,sacks. You can put things in'm, pull'm over people, tie up bad-firelizards with'm, collect rocks, firestone of course but that's stinky.. you're not so stinky." She offers this as a compliment and grins and asks of Bryon and Dennia. "He'll do, y'think?"

Zidon can't do anything but laugh, spinning around in front of the jury-would-be in white cloth and pins.

Dennia smiles at Nuff, pulling her eyes from the bit of gold visible from the entryway and oh's "Yes. Yes, I think he'll do, but if he wants some little decorations...."

Nuff giggles herself, quickly pocketing the last of the cookies. "Won't help. Can't hurt. Good luck to have decorations from the ladies, Candidate. A bit of lace, eh, to make you feel favored? But it won't matter to the Dragons, only matters to you.  Still its good to feel confident... favored. Not arrogant, know, though Faranth knows arrogant impresses sometimes. Just be you. If that's  a sack, than that's a sack. Where's Annie?" Nuff's babble runs on like Harpers for bubblies.

Zidon nods while Nuff speaks, trying to keep up. "Uh, Annie? I haven't seen her... I'd take it she's on the Hatching grounds?" he suggests, shrugging, carefully so he doesn't wreck the pins in the cloth. Eek, lace!

Dennia mm's and smiles at Zidon. "I'll do some work on it if you want." She oh's and remembers to turn to Bryon and ask, "If you don't mind?"

Dennia beams when she gets her negative answer form Bryon and nods "See?"

Zidon slowly puts the robe-to-be on a table, sending Dennia a grin. "Well, I might take you up on that once I've started sewing it, ma'am," he chuckles, sending Nuff an admirable look. My hero! "I, uhm, think I'll skip the embrioderies, though..."

Dennia smiles and nods happily. "Oh! I'm Dennia, and this is Smith Journeyman Bryon."

"Yeah, we met," Zidon tells, nodding towards Bryon. "Well met, Dennia," he greets then, smiling at her. "I'm Zidon. I'm one of the Candidates, as I'm sure you guessed," he grins, glacing at the white cloth-with-pins.

Deidrea runs into the room, ducking as a pillow goes sailing by, just missing her.  She stops short, blinking, uh oh.  Trouble?

Bryon nods toward Zidon slightly but doesn't say anything.

Dennia watches Deidrea come in from her seat next to Bryon, waggling her fingers at the new stranger before answering Zidon with the formal, but friendly "Well met!"

Nuff gathers the names as well though, nodding. "Dennia. Bryon. And Zidon? Yes, Zindo. Well met. Good bye." Nuff grins at all of them, bobs quickly, and continues her search for the Istan Weywroman.

Nuff trundles to the Bowl.