Snippets of Thought

Half Moon Bay Weyr - East Bowl
The eastern end of the crater that forms the Weyr. The cliffs rise to the east, north and south of you, small openings in the face are individual weyrs of dragons and their riders. To the north is the large ledge and cave mouth of the Queen's weyr, with a wide ramp and stairs made by skilled stone masons providing access to the bowl floor. To the east is the Weyrling training area and the barracks, where young riders and dragons learn to work together.

C'vryn yawns, half asleep.

C'vryn leans against his dragon.

Janja curls up. "Do you think they are going to be very mad?"

C'vryn shrugs his shoulders slightly. "I happen to like salt beef. I don't see the problem."

Janja gives a slightly whiny sigh. "I didn't do it on purpose. How am I supposed to keep all those numbers in order?"

"I certainly wouldn't have expected you two. Not unless they start color coding them. Then that would be more what you could handle." He shrugs again. "I expect that it will all die down within a day or so. I imagine that they have good cooks here. Don't all weyrs?"

Janja's eyes widen. "OOOO! That's an idea! I could color-code all my workbooks. Different shades for different types of items. Different patterns for the catagories." Her eyes glaze over in a happy daydream style. "Maybe make covers with embrodiery on the cover. Duvets for books!" Her lips purse thoughtfully and the tangent is set. "I bet I could sell those. How much material though? And what are the standard sizes." There's a pause before she goes on. "It could be haut couture, instead. One offs."

C'vryn blinks and curiously looks at Janja for a moment before he shrugs. "If it would help you organize, I'm sure it would help other folks too. Besides, everything you make is rather pretty looking." There is a decided frown as he glances at his trousers for the day. "Although. Errrm. Can we do something about the embroidery on the seat of my pants? That gets a bit distracting to sit on. Kinda not comfy."

Janja turns to look at C'vryn with a sorry smile. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'll remove it from your work pants." She adds more firmly "But not on your gather finery. Man's got to have standards for formal attire." This is accompanied with a nod. "I had to take most off of Javelin's clothes as well. He was getting rashes." She sighs mournfully. "So hard for children to appreciate fashion."

C'vryn nods, vaguely accepting. "So long as it's not flowers again. Birds, dragons. I can deal with those. The flowers. No." He attempts a firm look at Jan." He sighs for her. "Maybe you should just get him nice colors and clothes in a good cut while he's young? leave off the embroidery while he's still trying to get dirt in it? It's going to take a while before he recognizes how much work that is for you.

With a sigh and thoughtful nod, Janja agrees. "Yes, I suppose you're right." She brightens then, looking besotted. "At least he's so cute, he looks good in nearly anything. Hey's like Feyruth! Perfection." The rider beams though over which is hard to tell. "Who couldn't love them?"

C'vryn looks slightly nauseated at the comparision of his son to Feyruth but he nods anyway, swallowing. "Well, they're impossible not to love. Although I am not as sure that Feyruth likes me nearly as well as she likes you." He moves to offer his arm to the goldrider. "Perhaps I should escort you in for dinner, so you can work on that dress you were talking about?"

Janja nods graciously, taking the offered arm. "I'm sure she likes you just fine." Though her face seems to express some secret doubts. "She's just." The pause is long, fading into nothing. Definately just. "But, yes, let's to dinner. I have a lovely lavendar silk for the gather gown. It's got the most lumnious blue tint in the sheen."

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