Curiousity of the Crossbow

Half Moon Bay Weyr - Living Cavern

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.

Idrissa had deliveries out here, and right now she is taking a bit of a break before she has to go back to Xanadu. Which means she is sitting at a table sipping at a mug of klah while looking over a bunch of papers that are settled before her. Her flight jacket rest behind her on the chair while her knot is present upon her shoulder showing she is from Xanadu. Her dragon is off bothering people, dragons, trying to get to know people as her rider is out of her reach for the moment and thus can't be pushed into awkward situations. Or this is at least what Rissa thinks, knowing her dragon /something/ will happen soon enough.

Because SOMEONE is so picky, Daranyl isn't allowed to have his crossbow on the tables anymore, so he's seated on the floor against one wall, his shirt spread out on the floor before him with the various pieces of his crossbow laid out on it while he works on carefully oiling each piece with a rag and the contents of one of two oil pots (one for wood, one for metal). A jar of line grease is there as well, but he hasn't gotten that far yet. He is, at least, wearing pants though, and while a few scars mar his flesh, most of them are older, and he works with a single-minded diligence and care that shows a true attachment to the tool before him.

Idrissa sets her mug down and picks up a paper, another goes fluttering to the floor and lands a bit from Daranyl and she pauses to look for said paper. She ponders and then glances down and a bit under the table catching sight of a corner of the paper in question. A soft ah escapes her and she is up and off to fetch it. Though once nearly there she catches sight of said person and the crossbow. She looks on curiously before a soft ah escapes her. "Hey.. Holding up the wall?"

Daranyl barely glances up at the flutter of paper before returning to his work. When she actually addresses him, though, he grunts softly, then glances up. There's a moment's pause where he sizes her up, then his gaze flicks to her knot, "Weyrwoman. Kadesh don' like me puttin' th' bow on th' tables." He nods towards the bits and pieces, still working on oiling every risk of rust out of the metal pieces.

Idrissa ohs a bit and nods while she shifts into a crouch and picks up the paper while peering at the crossbow. "Nice crossbow.. I have a bow, never tryed one of them before." There is a pause though and she smiles a bit. "I'm Idrissa from Xanadu Weyr."

Daranyl nods vaguely towards the knot on her shoulder, "Xanadu? 'Splains the colors. 'M Daranyl." He sets one piece aside and picks up the next, giving his shoulders a slight roll, "Had it a while. Faster'n a stan'ar' bow. Hits harder." He looks back to his work, scrubbing at a particularly rough spot.

Idrissa nods a bit at the part on the crossbow being faster then the bow. "So I've been told. Yeah I'm from Xanadu, just stopping over to deliver mail and the like to the weyr." She points at the crossbow. "Do you go hunting then?"

"Yeah." Daranyl nods towards the crossbow, setting the rag aside to start putting the bits back together. He pauses long enough to shove his hair up out of his face, then starts to carefully fit the pieces of the stock together.

Idrissa smiles a bit and nods while tilting her head. "Bet that's an interesting job." Well she thinks so at the moment at least. Most she does is go fishing every now and then. She watches as he puts the crossbow back together.

"I like it." Daranyl shows enthusiasm about the same as he shows disgust. Just is. Flat fact. He carefully fits the bow part into place and tightens the fastenings, "Quie'. No' ta stressful."

Idrissa smiles a bit and nods while she shifts and settles so she is sitting there upon the floor. "Well no stress is a good thing." So she thinks! "Do you live here at the Weyr?" Just a guess..

Daranyl inclines a nod, shifting his grip on the bow to test that connection, then scowls and tightens it just a touch more, "Fer 'bou' a sevenday now. 'M adaptin'." He glances up as she sits, then arches his brows up in obvious if muted surprised, "Don' si' on th' floor on my 'coun'."

Idrissa ohs a touch at the idea and lifts herhead slightly. "I remember when I first went to a Weyr.. Crazy place." She waves a hand slightly as she is sitting on the floor. "Sok, I don't mind." A glance is sent to the floor and she is quiet for a few moments before going to to watching him work with the crossbow. Her thoughts ticking over on something to talk on, which for the moment escapes her.

Daranyl has that effect on people one-on-one. The claw-foot is re-attached, then he reaches for the string, starting to wax it carefully and check it for wear points, "People talk a lot. No' so unus'al, bu' they're pushier, too."

Idrissa doesn't have a problem with the no talking bit, she tends to listen more then talk in all honesty. "Yeah they are.. A lot of them still act that way I find." She points to the wax. "What does that do for it, help with wear and tear?"

Daranyl glances up at her again. His expressions are subtle, but a schooled person would see some curiosity in the way his brow furrows, and mild surprise. "Yeah. Keeps it flex'ble. Less likely to snap, then."

Idrissa smiles a bit and nods while she leans back a touch, her arms settle upon her knees and she is curiously watching teh workings of the crossbow and the like. She will ask a question here and there but really not that many. All in all she stays for a bit longer keeping Daranyl company there on the floor while people wander around them. At some point though she will need to leave, Xanadu is her home after all.

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