Living Cavern

The smooth, rounded walls 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 toward the sparkles of gold volcanic glass embedded in the ceiling. Ancient, lustrous tables run along the axis of the cavern, and at the far end rests the raised dais and high table, where Weyrleaders and honored guests eat during formal occasions. Behind the high table, the Weyr's symbol is embedded into stone: a smoking mountain in black on an orange shield, trimmed in gold.

Perched near the food are sixteen firelizards.

You see Gigi here.

-Lyri had been mopping the LC, when she mopped herself into a corner -

Lyrianna shrugs slightly as she continues to mop, mopping and backing up...Towards a wall. "I guess so. I mean...I've never actually tried sewing, before. It couldn't be /too/ hard, could it?" Hah. Let's hope not. So with that, Lyri just continues on her mopping...until she bumps into a wall. No! Two walls. A corner! "Uh oh..."she croaks, giving Kelana a pleading look,"Help." She can't escape without dirtying her floor. How horrible.

Kia danced her little way into the LC or at least moved with lots of energy until she saw the wet floor and then the bluerider was leaping for a chair. "What's this! No fair you're not supposed to do this until I'm asleep or something! What if my shoes get wet huh?" mock glare about the room finding yes the Lyrianna backed into a corner with her mop "So it was you was it? See what you get huh, they mop always gets you in the end you know." sage nod from her perch atop a chair.

Lyrianna waves her hands from her corner, standing on her tiptoes to be noticed. "Take your shoes off," she reccomends. "And stay on that chair. Or a table." A helpless glance around at the small wet semi-cricle boxing her in. "And could you help me?" After a pathetic attempt at grabbing a nearby table she adds,"Please?" Former starlet leans against the wall as she considers,"You can make a line of chairs and tables that reaches over to me?"

Kia just stares "Now why would I want to help you out even if you are someone I know rather well. Besides taking off my shoes'll do no good if I stay up here so I won't worry about it. Can't we do just chairs anyway? I don't think I can move tables and keep my balance on a chair at the same time." though she does grab the next chair at the table and swings it out in front of her own and on the path towards the candidate "I'll just use three chairs over and over that way it won't be so much something or another"

Lyrianna beams and claps her hands together. Oh good. What initiative the bluerider has. "Oh /thank/ you, Kia. If you ever get stuck in a corner of a freshly mopped floor, don't you worry, I'll come and get you." Of course...How often is that like to happen? So while she waits for her rescuer, Lyri leans against the wall,"How've you been? Haven't seen you around much since I got here."

Kia shrugs as she steps over onto the other chair and snags another before stretching and bringing her first chair in front of hte third and heading closer "Busy mostly, riding search and threadfall. Sorta wish me and Valanth had managed to snag you but we did get Sobi and that was just as good. Starcrafters make great riders you know. Just don't impress green alright? Cause we'll Kaz would never forgive you. DId you have a mentor?" and thus as she slowly made her way across the floor towards the trapped one

Lyrianna shakes her head as she bounces on her toes in wait. "Nope. I was going to see if Kaz would be my mentor, but I guess he'll just have to settle for my ferret being named after him backwards. Radnazak. Jalir said she's going to get the herders to send her a ferret for me." Beam. A small horrified shake of her head,"Oh, I'll steer clear of green." She's seen what those can do to people. Besides, she'll just be back at the hall when all of this fuss is over anyways.

Kia beams happily at the steer clear of green espscially after Lyri mentioning she wanted Kaz for a mentor. After all he just has that luck "Good then we've got that all clear. Not that there's anything wrong with greenriders mind you my best friend is one but they're just rather odd and you don't seem to look like one" head cocks to the side. "Though one never knows" and finally she lands a chair in front of the stranded Lyri "There you are m'dam your chariot awaits you."

Lyrianna breathes a sigh of relief as she climbs atop the chair,"Thanks, Ki. Yeah, they are...Odd. Of course, I don't know many. Although M'er seemed pretty normal, don'tcha think?"A glance around the room and she points at a clustering of tables,"Let's go over there so we can sit on the tables while the floor dries." The mop, for now, is left leaning against the wall in the corner.

Kia snorts "M'er is definately one of the nicest at least and he tends to end up having me fight over him. Then again my lifemate does have a thing for Suith." a roll of her eyes though she seems highly amused by it. "Sure thing" and she starts moving the line of chairs again towards the tables this time "So what other interseting chores have you got stuck doing lately?"

--Kia heads off and a little while later--

Lyrianna sits atop a table, legs dangling off the edge, as she stares at the warped reflection of herself on the drying, clean living cavern floor. Yes. She mopped. She got stuck. Had to sit on a table and wait for it to dry. After all. She wouldn't want to go tromping across to the exit to mess up the floor again.

The stomp of soft-soled slippers are heard as M'co tromps in, escorted by Lianta. After grimacing and gently inching across the floor, he's lowered into a chair, and fetched wine. Quite a bit. Lianta notices Lyrianna soon after and whispers conspiratorily to her, "He jumped in Crystal Lake with his white leathers on. And we had to ride back overland." Giggle, quickly smothered.

Lyrianna waves her hands, quite alarmed, at the people trudging across her floor. "Sit on a table! Careful! Wet floor. Take off your shoes." Candidate scooches back up onto her table further, sitting crosslegged, clapping a hand over her mouth at Lianta's comment and mutters back,"Wait...Don't leathers shrink in water?" Snickersnicker. Quiet snicker.

Lianta nods sagely at Lyrianna. "Yes, they do. Quite a bit, in fact. They dried on his body as we flew overland back, about three hours, because he couldn't handle ::between::. We had to rip them off his body, so he's in pain and mourning." He certainly does appear to be, nursing a wineglass and skin of Bendan Cross. But he has heard, and merely turns a nasty glance on both Lianta and Lyrianna.. until he notices the latter's white knot.

Lyrianna purses her lips as she supresses a smirk, but it slips through momentarily. Smirk. Serious expression. Smirk. Serious. Rider is eyed warily as she shifts to the side so that her shoulder is less well seen. Oh dear. A raised eyebrow to Lianta as she whispers,"Mourning?" For /what/?

Lianta was about to open her mouth, until M'co does. In a screechy high wail, "Lost!! *sniff* Lost!!! The precious!! My glorious white leathers *sob* GONE!" He breaks down in a fit of crying, laying his windburned cheek against the table. Lia watches with amusement and sidles over to Lyrianna. "I'm told it hurts to have leathers that have shrunk and embedded themselves in your skin ripped off. Of course, that could just be me."

Serafa saunters hypnotically in from the South Caverns.

Lyrianna winces away from the rider wailing about his leathers. Frightening. "I can imagine," mutters Lyri, who is oogling at the rider, very nearly not holding back a snort of laughter. Nope. No laughter snorting when the someone being laughed at can dish out chores.

Roseina flies with a whisp and a whistle and some other weird freakish noise in from the South Caverns.

Cough. Sob. The sound of a hankerchief being used. But then M'co returns from his universe of self-pity and spies not one, not two, but three candidates about him. While it doesn't quite take away the pain of his lost leathers... say, that's an idea! "Hey all. Come to laugh at a poor rider who's lost his leathers? Well, not anymore!" The last reverberates about the caverns, and there's a crazy glint in his eye. "I have a new chore for you. Find me some leathers. They have to be white. And here's a fourth!" M'co is very lucky indeed. "I think that should be good enough to keep all of you busy for a while." Nasty grin, that turns into a sniffly sigh.

Serafa saunters her way into the living caverns from somewhere deeper in the weyr. She has mending you she, piles and piles of hole-y bits and peices. Sigh fun. Herr expression brightens however as she hears the chore that that lovely rider has just assigned her. "You're on M'co" She grins basket full of mending heaved upon a table as she asks. "Can I start now?" Seriously, finding white leathers will be a breeze compared to any ohter chores.

Roseina tips in on two very wobbly legs. Too bad she has to stand still for a moment to udjust to the living caverns looks. What a ... wonderful sight to see after her nap. And a 'wonderful' thing to hear. "Wha'? I don't wanna do any chores." She whines to herself, before scuffing her shoes against the floor. Where were they supposed to find leathers anyways? Right across the bowl? Under the floor? In some dragons mouth? (ew) Her nose is just rubbed from her earlier fall today, while she contimplates. So she decides to pick one of the others to help her. She picks...that one. Yeah, the Serafa person. She flashes over to her side, and asks in a whisper 'Where do we get 'em?'.

Lianta raises a brunette eyebrow at M'co, "Are you sure you want to do that? I mean, these are candidates." Ah, well, he'll learn. "In any case, I think you've had just enough activity in the caverns for now." And off they tiptoe back to the infirmary, to heal M'co wounded psyche.

Jalir hesitates in the threshold, one booted foot poised rather comically as eyes rove to find the dealer of that task she just overheard. "White leathers?" lips form the two words several times as the terms fight themselves in her mind. Spotting the group of fellow-candies along with M'co, she saunters fully into the caverns, gaze troubled and trained on the floor. Chores may be a necessary evil - but this appears to be a blatent abuse of their Candidacy. Sigh.

Lyrianna shakes her head from her spot upon the table. Mental Note: Stay clear of rider. Obviously disturbed. "Careful. Floor's wet. take off your shoes or sit on a table," orders the young candidate. "M'co jumped in Crystal Lake with his leathers on, which shrunk and he had to fly all the way back to the weyr 'cause he didn't want to go between and the leathers had to be peeled off. And he's in mourning," explainsLyri, at a normal tone of voice now that the rider has left. White leathers.../Where/ will she come up with /those/?

Serafa grins and winks as she watches the Rider depart to drown his sorrows in a skin or two of something she can't have right now. "I figure the first place we look is stores. Trust me M'co is not the first falmboyant rider, and he isnt likely to be the last" She nods solemnly with the wisdom of the weyr-bred. Boots are hastily taken off as she settles herself down in a seat. Once certain that she is unlikely to sully the clean floor she takes needle and thread and makes preparations for sewing. "You guys are welcome to help if you like" She shrugs, threading the needle with ease. "Mending isnt that bad." Of course you have to be able to sew.

Lyrianna has never actually tried sewing, but figures it can't hurt. Much. "I guess I could /try/. Afterall, I heard I'd need practice for making robes..." So she grabs a needle and some thread, imitating Serafa and threading the needle although having a bit more trouble with it. "Okay then. Now what?" she asks, holding up her threaded needle.

Jalir absorbs Lyrianna's explaination with a slow, cowish nod, one hand reaching to rub the back of her neck in a completive gesture. "Faranth's tail," the mild curse erupts in a steady rumble from the girl, "Why's it /our/ fault, then?" She follows orders, plopping heavily into a seat. Injustice! Serafa's common sense is taken into account, however, though her pile of mending is payed an incredulous sneer. Seems our 'Lir needs to learn herself some sewin'!

Roseina shreds her 'dignity' and sets herself down slowly, to the floor. Somewhat near to Serafa, but her eyes are still tracing the others. "I know how to sew. Did it as a half-hobby when I was back at Igen." Everything is eyed with pure upnosing. She really didn't wanna do it, but there are some things that can't be done with your credit card. Or marks. Each threading she used to do resulted in some type of bleed, but practice makes perfect. We hope.

Serafa nibbles on her lower lip as she takes the first item to be mended from the basket. Oh look its holey underthing number one. "Thanks guys" She mumbles as she makes her first stitch. "If we get this done quick, we can sneak around the storage caverns, you may even find some robes you like" She mumbles conversationally cos the player has lost track of the conversation Stoopid short term memory.

Lyrianna sends a small pleading look around to the others,"Yeah, well Lianta and I laughed at him." A pause before she adds,"He was just /wailing/ about the loss of his leathers and it was just /so/ funny." Yeah. They would have laughed too. So threaded needle is held up, and she grabs a pair of socks that needs mending. "Soo..." she pokes the needle around a small hole,"How exactly do I do this?"

Jalir plucks a small garment from the mending pile, eyeing the torn seam - eyeing through it, rather - as the doings of the other girls are studied briefly. "'S'it hard?" she questions casually, selecting a needle and attempting to force-thread it. The recount of M'co's tragedy is cringed and crinkled over. Or maybe that was 'Lir stabbing herself a few times. Hm.

Serafa shakes her head. "Nup, just push the thred through with the needles until it closes up the holes" She nods, the weyr can't expect expert seamstressing from people its just plucked out of obscurity can it? Serafa's stitches are neat, she's a healer, sewing's the same be it flesh or fabric. "If you can't thread the needle lemme know and I'll give you a pointer or two." She offers, there is something about sewing that makes her want to act like a plump middle aged cotholder woman. It'll get interesting soon enough.

Lyrianna shrugs as she sloppily stitches up the toe of the sock she's holding. "It's not that bad," she mumbles as she holds up her finished product, which doesn't exactly look too appealing, but it'll keep someone's feet warm.

D'baji gambols in from the Southeastern Bowl.

D'baji enters with a pair of pants. Not just the ones he's wearing, but an extra pair, held in his hands. A pair with one leg asiring to become shorts, it seems. And a blush on his face. "I heard from F'aust that there was some darning goin' on here..." he starts to explain, nodding towards the separatist trousers, and peering at each candidate expectantly. "Y'got an extra needle an' thread?"

Jalir still seems to be struggling with that 'thread through needle' concept, fumbling with appendages not suited for such delicate labor. Doggedly attempting and re-attempting, her patience seems to be...waning. The needle is held up and scowled fiercely upon, just before eyes focus on the background. And the 'Rider there. "D'baji," the greeting is short, gruff, yet conveying of sincerity.

Roseina twists her hands around as she fumbles and does a few stitches in the /way/ wrong places in the shirt. Urg. She practically rips out her scalp trying to undo them, which results in a blood drip on the shirt. Gladly, it was a dark enough color not to see to well. The finger is throbbed into the mouth before she could object, and the shirt is set down. "Why didn' I remembe' it wa' so painful!" She grips the words around her tongue and finger.

Serafa expression brightens as D'baji gambols into thier sewing circle with his LLCoolJ-esque trousers. "There's plenty of that here" She grins, gesturing to the assorted paraphinalia. "Kinda like old times this is." She reminisces. "Cept you've got a dragon now." She nods, so it wasn't really like old times at all. Her tips twitch imperceptably at the other candidate. "Perhaps if you didn't get so rough it wouldn't hurt so much?" She suggests gently. The others get nods, they are doing fine.

Lyrianna stares at her sock, then stares at the other's progress. Somehow, hers just doesn't look as good as anyone's who's is good. So she imitates Roseina, pulling out a few of her less-than-nice stitches, mumbling about having almost no fingernails to pull with. Baji earns apeer and a blink,"Huh? Darning? I'm just sewing socks," comments the youngling as she goes back to tugging out thread.

"It most certainly is," Deb agrees to Jalir with a hint of a smile, reassured enough by Serafa's explanation of the location of needles and thread to stop with the blushing. Lyrianna gets a somewhat dry expression while he meanders towards the sewing utensils. "Yes, darning. Same thing, isn't it? Or am I in the wrong now?" Brow is furrowed, D'baji is puzzled, and he contents himself to fish out a needle (carefully), some thread that /almost/ matches his pants, and looks for a proper seat.

Jalir sparks up a miniscule beam at the nod from sewing-master-Serafa, though she has yet to accomplish much in the way of mending. Glance falling first upon D'baji's bedraggled pants, then the needle-seeking man, himself, she can't help but voice the question, "D'you know how t'sew, 'Baji?" The thread is sent towards the her needle's eye once more, but droops limply before it manages to reach its destination. Moansighgrumble.

Roseina looks up from her hands (now placed in her lap), and smiles at Serafa. "Thanks," she mumbles. The needle is retrieved and doused /neatly/ back into the repair. It was too much of a bother to go slow, but she handled it with a purse of eye and bite of lip. Finally she notices the enterance of D'baji. He's eyed sparingly, before she just blinks and continues.

Serafa clucks contentedly, scarily for one of her reputation and character. "Oh kittens you are doing so well" She encourages, fingers flicking about the underthings she is mending with practised ease. "But really. It doesn't matter what they end up looking like, so long as they are functional" And she gives pep-talks too see? "So um..." She eyes the rider. "How are things going for everyone?" Thats not quite what she's asking, but she can't come out and say it now can she?

Lyrianna's mouth forms a small oh of realization as Baji mentions that darning and sewing are the same. Oh. Okay. Well then. Lyrianna has learned something new today. Two new things, actually. One, don't laugh at a rider who's mourning over his shrunken leathers. Two, darning and sewing are the same. Fascinating. After another moment of re-sewing the socks she stares at Baji,"Stop right there," she orders worriedly, leaning over the edge of her table and delicately poking the floor. "Oh, phew,"she says, relieved, as she hangs over the side of the table,"It's dry." And she swings back up again with a flutter of her hand,"Carry on." And with that she goes back to a neat attempt of sewing her socks,"Thank you, Serafa." Lyri eyes Seffy eyeing Baji. What things? Then back to her socks.

D'baji shrugs to Jalir, shaking his head. "Not really. I can make disasters, but otherwise..." A shrug, the needle, thread, and pants eyed once more, and nose wrinkled. Lyrianna is blinked at. "Don't?" well, that's just a little odd. "Things are good," he replies to Seffy, "But I don't think I'll put you all to shame with my skills..." Or put himself to shame with his skills. "I'll go sew in m'weyr. Return the stuff when I'm done though, I promise." Winks everywhere, and he's heading back o ut.