Candidates Eat Dinner, too.

Half Moon 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.

Shanatea is actively nomming food at a table in the center of the Caverns. Filling his face with tubers, roast bovines, fingerroots, and bread with pie for desert. He kinda looks like he's at boot camp, the way he's shoveling food into his pit. A couple random candidates of the youngest variety are watching him in awe, but they also soon run off, probaly to gossip about the eating capacity of one Tea.

Sevran is… not shoveling food. Or partaking in dinner at all, it appears. Instead, he is just sitting at that same table, opening staring at Shanatea as he wolfs down half the Weyr's supplies in one go. Or so it may appear. "Huh," says the butcher-candidate. "And I thought I could eat." A sip of water, in place of a space-filling sound. "Um. May wanna slow down there, Tea. You don't wanna throw it all up."

Shanatea looks innocent as he looks up from his plate. "I have a brother, he always tried to steal my food. I perfected the art, and I'm hungry." Yes, he looks almost pathetic as he looks at Sevran briefly. FOOD IS LIFE. Ahem. Then he scoops a bit more into his face. At least he's clean while being an absolute piggy….

"Huh," again from Sevran, in response to Tea's explanation. He eyeballs that plate of food again, shrugs his shoulders and takes another sip of water. "Brothers. Wonder what that's like," but it's hypothetical, and maybe he's suddenly glad he has sisters who did not eat him under the table. He sets his water back on the table they share, fingers drum against the glass absently. "Well. Just don't complain later about stomach pains."

"Judging by the size difference between you two, I would think that you stole off your brothers plate." Comes a quiet remarks from behind Tea as the vintner-candi walks behind him with a smallish plate of food. She pauses a moment, a slight hesitation as she looks at Sevran, almost warily, but she does give him a nod and she takes a bit of a breath. "Mind if I join you?"

Shanatea shrugs, "Its kinda like having the same face staring back at you while you guard your food from a voracious dog." he comments, pondering that a moment. Then Catwin's comment and he just GRINS wolfishly, "Nah, you'd never know it, but I think he ate my big toe once as well as all the food I attempted." He of course looks innocent again. And time for PIE, his slice is extra big. Llapple pie!

Sevran will take Tea's word for it, and just lift an eyebrow in amusement. "Hm." And then there is a Cat, giving him suspicious eyes, and he has nothing but an honest, welcoming expression in return. "Of course not," he says quickly, bobbing his head towards an empty seat. "Always welcome." He lifts his water - the only thing in front of him - and takes a sip. And just for grins, he's gonna try and seek something off Tea's plate. Just cause. "Your toe?" is that a joke?

Catwin tips her head in another nod and sits down at the table. "Some days it's his whole foot." she murmurs as she picks at her food a little. She herself as water as well, not her favorite, but it's potable. Barely. "But I'll say this, it wasn't his stomach. That he still is." a pause "I mean he still has."

Shanatea stabs in Sevran's direction with his fork, not hard of course, but with gentle intent. Especially if he's reaching for his pie. "I do still have my stomach, she's right. But of course, I could be missing a foot." He glances under the table at his foot just to check.

Sevran doesn't get it. It's clear from the rather blank and slightly confused look on his face. Hand is retracted quickly, a little "Ow," uttered even though he never got touched by that fork. His grin is wide, though. Clearly just teasing. If he wanted that food, he'd have it. "Alright, then."

Catwin eyes Tea "Be nice." She admonishes. "You have enough there to share a bite." she adds and then she goes back to her plate. Not much there to share if anyone was actually interested. No pie or rolls or anything of that nature. Just a rice pilaf and some shredded brisket and veggies is about all. She looks at Sevran "Seriously? He didn't even touch you."

Shanatea also grins at Sevran. What, he likes the kid. "I'm practically perfectly pleasant in every way." he notes, chomping and eating his way through this thrilling slice of pie. "Besides, I didn't give him any black eyes…."

Sevran is older than you, buddy. Who you callin' "kid"? And he proves it by decidedly not sticking his tongue out at him. See? Sevran is MATURE. And then those grey eyes get fixed on Cat, and there's an innocent little blink-blink and a teasing, "It could've hurt. I was just preparing myself for the eventuality." Of pain, by fork. And then Tea lays down the burn, and Sevran leans back and laughs. "Ha!" but it's all in good fun. There are no hard feelings there, and he flashes Cat a wide grin to prove it.

Laugh it up fuzzball. Catwin narrows her gaze, first on Tea and then on Sevran and then she just sighs and goes back to picking at her food. She doesn't respond to either one of them. Just going to eat her rice. Grain by grain. Okay, well mayne not that slow. But she does pick at it a bit before eating it. Resist the urge to smash pie into faces. Yes.

Shanatea pouts adorably at Catwin, "WE LOVE YOU, MISS CATWIN." he leans in and stage whispers to her. He continues to nom happily on the pie, turning and winking at Sevran.

Eyes light with good humor, and silly, smart-ass grin firmly in place, Sevran lifts his glass for another sip of water. And don't think he didn't notice that minimalistic approach to dinner, because he totally did. "Not hungry?" he asks, eyes going pointedly to her place for emphasis. "What chores did you have today?" it's for both of them, really.

Catwin eyes Shanatea. If she were more inclined to be violent, she'd kick the seat out from under him. But alas. That is something she won't do, even if she had the body mass to do it. She glances at Sevran and shrugs "Aside from having to report to cleaning the old folks, I've had the day off." Yup, no days off from that punishment chore. She does blink "What do you mean, not hungry. I've got food and I'm eating it?"

Shanatea wanders off for a moment, returning with a slice of peach pie this time. He sits back down and proceeds to nom all over it as he simply listens to Cat and Sev talk. Yes. Listen.. Munchmunchmunch.

"It's a light snack, at best," is Sevran's retort. But given that she didn't have extensive physical duties, he'll allow it. Though he does eye her a little bit. You're on his radar, Cat. And so are you, Tea. Grey eyes zero in on that second slice of pie. "Really? Two slices?" Disapproving frown firmly in place now he adds, "Don't you think you should leave something for the rest of the Weyr?" and then, pointedly, "what did you do today?" to earn that second slice of pie, is implied.

Catwin rolls her eyes. "For you maybe, Mister Giant." she states quietly "For me? This is indeed a meal." She peers at Tea "Nor am I part fish to be inhaling the world as Mister Stomach is doing." And if you think cleanin old farts is light duty? Hah! You scrub their tinky winkies on the old todgers. Hah!

Shanatea just grins at Sevran, all cheeky like. "I had lessons today." What kind, who knows, but as one of the Cavern girls passes by, a third piece of pie is slipped in front of him and he attacks that one too. Briefly he yawns though, and finishes his pie. "I think its time to hit the hay."

Sevran spent the day washing DRAGONS, so take THAT CATWIN. Admittedly, not their fiddly-bits. BUT STILL. Ahem. "Yeah, OK." He doesn't believe her, but he's gonna let it slide. If only because an innate inner sense is telling him it's time to get out of here. "I hear ya," to Tea. "And it sounds like a plan. I was up far too early," the sun wasn't up yet, yo. With a last gulp of his delicious water, he stands and stretches. "See you later, Cat." But not Tea, cause apparently they're going the same place, and it would be weird to say good-bye to someone who's gonna be walking next to you.

No, washing dragons fiddly-bits would be weird. Kay? Thanks. Cat blinks as both of them get ready to leave. "Oh. Okay. Night." Well, that was sudden. She hadn't even finished her plate. Course she doesn't inhale in food like Tea does, but still. She makes a shooing motion to both of them. Fine, desert her. See if she cares. See? She doesn't care. Nibble. Nibble. Nibble.

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