Don't Drink The Water

Western Weyr - Living Caverns
Here is the center of Weyr life, the living caverns. These two main rooms were man-shaped from smaller caves, and are joined by a carved arch with depictions of dragons in flight and dolphins leaping in swirling waves. One room has many round stone and wooden tables and a stone fire-pit instead of a hearth. Over the round-walled, gas fired pit is a large conical hood made of polished bronze, with reliefs of dragons with their riders flying over ships guided by dolphins. This hood and chimney keeps the room smoke-free. Through the archway is an enormous hall, with long tables and benches, some carved from the rock floor, many crafted of wood. This room is a combination dining and meeting hall, and can seat over 300 comfortably. Above both rooms, angled shafts lined with polished metal bring in sunlight during the day. Electric lights also burn, day and night.

Hooray for insomniacs! This early in the morning, the caverns were fairly deserted, except for a few stragglers either just getting off their shift or just getting ready to start their days. In Kasira's case, she's just getting started, being seated at a table with a plate of eggs, sausage and toast in front of her, one hand cradled around the mug of klah that's got to be the best part about waking up, and a log book of the days activities open on the table, just off to her right.

"Good morning.", says the quiet measured voice of a tired man who's trying to 'maintain' the illusion of alertness. Several people's heads swivel in surprise. There he is in the corner. The Weyrleader. There are mutterings about not seeing him come in, and when did he get here, and 'how does he do that?' and a few envious looks from the younger Weyr lads who wish they could be just as sneaky, in their heart of young hearts. "How are the eggs?" "I'm glad somebody's up to feed us this early in the morning." You notice he's wearing his Healer uniform, which, traditionally, lacks a knot. Maybe that's how he slipped in…

Kasira is in that fuzzy stage of not-quite wakefulness, but each sip of that mug of klah is jolting her brain into alert mode. Eventually maybe she'll be jolted into full awareness of her surroundings. Mumbling a bit, the bluerider shovels a forkful of eggs into her mouth, biting down on the toast with a particular haste of a 'rider who's spent many a meal on the run, her bedge denoting her as a Seamount rider, and thus one who likely has a transport run in just a few moments. At the sound of the Weyrleader's voice, Kasi looks up, gaze scanning the room until she spots the healer-uniform-clas fellow there in the corner. "Depends 'ow ye like 'em." she says, swallowing down her mouthful of food and chasing that down with a swig of klah. "I think someun's always on duty in the kitchen. Cause they brought out fresh grub just a while ago." Which is when she got some. "Mornin' to ya too, sir."

"Forgive me. I had a long night. I was up with a patient who was running a pretty high fever. I think we've got it under control though." A'ven chuckles, "You don't need to call me 'sir' this early in the morning." A'ven makes an effort to stand and get some food for himself, only then noticing the log book. "How was your shift?", he says, hoping to get some news that he might have missed because he was so busy. "Anything… interesting happen?" He selects mostly proteins to eat, figuring that starch will just put him back to sleep.

"Jays," Kasi gives a low whistle. "Ye poor man, staying up all night. But it's doing yer job, ya is." she bobs her head a bit, the mug of klah set down on the table with a soft thump before she takes another bite of toast. She's not hooligan enough to talk while she's chewing, but the bluerider's not taking the time to really enjoy the meal either. "Hope whoever it was is feeling better now, eh?" she nods over at the book. "Had a run early last night." she explains. "Delivery of a crate of fruit to Igen Hold. They like topical stuff there, they do." she grins a bit. "Just getting ready to go out again," but not too soon.

A'ven smiles, "You're after my own heart. There are times when I miss my days in transport duty." "It was grueling, non-stop flying. But, it was flying!" He well knows that some of the best fliers come out of those riders who do extended transport duty. Goods must flow around the clock, and those that deliver them get more flight time than just about anyone. "Don't forget to take a nap later if you can.", he says. "I know how it is…" He goes on to say, "… My patient /should/ be fine, but we won't know for a few days. 14 Turn old ought to know better than to go swimming in unfamiliar waters. She says she was out exploring and found the perfect little bathing pool to take a dip in. We're trying to figure out exactly where it is, because the water gave her an infection." "Maybe when she's feeling a little better… she'll remember." He shakes his head to clear away a morbid thought and then chuckles, "I hear they like anything fresh at Igen…" "I love living here.. I'd hate not to have fresh food… we have most of what we need just outside the door." "It's one of my favorite things about this place."

Kasira returns the smile with a chuckle. "Transport's all I really know," she admits, "just me an' Bri, going around bringing stuff to people when they need it. Never got into a craft, even after I went to the Weyr and impressed." Face it, Kasi's from a backwater nowhere and crafts weren't particularly encouraged amongst her family. She winces at his explaination of his patient. "Oh man, what was in that water? Any particular direction round here? Could always keep an eye out when Bri and I are running deliveries." There's a little bob of her head, the woman finishing off the last of her toast. "Nothing fresh for 'em otherwise. All desert and sand. I impressed there." And probably why she's not living there anymore.

"South of here.", says A'ven. "At least, as far as we know. Fourteen-turn-olds are not known for their keen sense of direction. It's not very far though, because she was on foot. I'd say within eight miles." "If you do find a pool that looks suspicious… now, or at any other time, let me know. She… didn't seek care right away so it was pretty bad. I'd hate to think what might happen if someone younger had found the place." "Igen huh? Well, I never thought much of the place myself, if I'm honest… but the people are hearty, and true to their word… even if it is a pretty harsh place to make due." "You're made of stern stuff… I like that." "Next time I have something really dangerous to do I'll remmeber you on my list." He smiles, and suddenly you don't know if he's serious… or half serious. "You could, find a craft… you know. It's never too late."

"Eight miles, south." Kasi bobs her head again in understanding, reaching for a pen to scribble the notation down in the margins of her flight log. "Teenagers aren't exactly known for their wisdom, sometimes," she admits with a chuckle. "Maybe that's something that the weyrbrats ought to be taught, some kind of first aid, survival thing, about safety." she shudders at the very thought of someone younger finding the place. "Ought to tell the little uns not t'drink the water." she chuckles and leans back in her seat. "Oh aye, Igen. Very dry, sandy and dusty. But hearty folk indeed." The bluerider quirks a brow. "I suppose I could," she muses, "but …" her voice trails off, rather doubting.

A'ven smells the scent of someone who might be able to be convinced, "Oh come now, there must be something you're good at just, naturally?" "What do you like to do in your spare time, for fun?" "There's no reason such an activity couldn't be developed into a Craft." "Most times all anybody needs is a little instruction. Look at me, I'm not a 'natural' Healer I assure you. I had the worst time of it when I was learning, and I'm still learning, honestly." "I admit, Healing is… well, it requires a special sort of person because death happens. It's especially hard for me since most of my patients, if they go, go well before their time. That's the worst thing." "Maybe for you, Techcraft?" "… I don't know."

Whether Kasi could or could not be convinced would depend on the persuasiveness of the one trying to convince her and clearly, she's wavering but unsure. "Umm," the bluerider bites at her lip, worrying the thought out. "I'm not really /good/ at anything, they say." she admits. "Growing up, I just sort of did chores that I was told to do. I guess I'm all right at working in a field." She chuckles rather nervously at the Weyrleader's question. "For fun?" Seriously, what does she do for 'fun' anyway? "Wish I could say I could knit or play an instrument. Does sorting socks count?" How to turn that into a craft, therein lies the challenge. There is a note of sympathy in the bluerider's face as she listens to him talk about being a healer, but when he does suggest something, she shakes her head fervently. "Oh no no no. I'm no good with them new-fangled techy stuff."

A'ven laughs lightly, "I'm only comfortable with tech when it works.", he admits. "Let's see… can you cook? Maybe the Bakercraft." "I don't know, I'm not trying to tell you what you /should/ do, oh not at all. I'm just encouraging you to look at what you /could/ do. If you wanted. There was a time when Riders could afford no Craft other than riding. Maybe, you were just born in the wrong Pass. If you're a rider through and through… that's great."

"I hear ya, man, I hear ya." Kasi tosses her head back with a laugh, her short blonde curls bouncing with the movement. "And even then, I'm not sure if I am any good with tech stuff even when it is working." His further suggestions only have her chuckling and shaking her head. "No good there either. Unless you consider burning things to be cooking them." Well, they would be edible, if they weren't scorched beyond recognition now, wouldn't they? "Get what your saying," the woman nibbles her lip again. "But I'm a rider through and through."

A'ven stands with some effort, "I'd better go check on my patient.", he says with some reluctance. "I'm glad somebody knows how to fly around here… really fly.", he smiles and gives a little nod of his head, "I'll remember that."

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