Easing Troubled Hearts .: Tag Kate/A'ric :.

Despite being new, this dining hall is very similar to the one back at old Atricis, giving a familiarity to the new Weyr. It is one large, central cavern carved out from the side of the cliff with many tables of varying sizes and seat numbers. The kitchens are attached, and there is a set of stairs leading down into the lower caverns.
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It hadn’t been all that long since the hatching, and already there was talk of another one. She had heard the whispers throughout the Weyr, about how two of the queens had risen in somewhat rapid succession to each other, one of them naturally being the Weyrwoman’s own dragon. It would only be a matter of time before one of them laid a clutch… only a matter of time before she stood before hatching eggs again. And for a moment, concern colored her thoughts, remembering the events of the larger of the two recent Hatchings. Was she concerned for herself? Of course not, since she knew herself more than capable of dealing with whatever came her way. Rather, she was concerned for the other candidates that would be involved, particularly the younger ones and the newer. Perhaps one day soon, the young woman’s own sister would be counted among those, and then she would have even more reason to worry when it came to the other candidates and Hatching time.

She knew that she couldn’t stop her sister from living her life, and that was a fact that she simply couldn’t escape from. If there was any way to allow Ayasena to have all of the same joys in life without the potential for pain, she would have done so in a heartbeat. But pain was a part of life, whether one wanted to believe it or not, and she just had to accept that. Didn’t mean that she liked it any more, she thought with a sigh as she settled into a nearby chair, realizing that she was over analyzing everything. Again. She was told she had a definite problem with that, and she could finally start to see just how right they had been. Stop, Kyri. Aya knows what she wants, and all you have to do is support her, she told herself, shaking her head slightly as she leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table in front of her as she settled her chin in one hand. Unbidden, the worries started to well up in the forefront of her thoughts again; what if Aya got hurt during a Hatching? What if a dragonet seriously hurt her, or one of her friends? Would her sister be able to cope with that, after seeing her own mother get killed before her eyes?

Another vehement shake of her head, and Kyrielle quickly pulled herself back out of her thoughts. Best not to focus on such things, she reminded herself with a deep breath as she reached out, grabbing the nearby mug of klah and taking a much needed sip. As she set the mug back down on the table, she ran her fingers through her hair, pushing a wayward lock away from her face as she reminded herself of what a certain candidatemaster had helped her to realize. It wasn’t her right to try to keep Ayasena from doing anything at all, even if under the best intentions of keeping the girl safe. Her definition of ‘safe’ at present was stifling to her sister’s growth, and she needed to keep in mind that the girl needed to be able to make her own mistakes in life. And in order to do that, she had to take a step back, be more of a sister and less of a worrying mother. Not that she could help it, of course, not after taking care of Aya for the better part of the last Turn. But the fact that she could try had to mean something, right?

Perhaps after dinner, she mused thoughtfully as she nibbled on one of the sweetrolls she had picked up, she would go back to her quarters in the barracks and content herself with working on a tapestry or mending some of the clothes that Aya had sent her way. But for now, she forced herself to concentrate on the food on her plate, pushing everything else to the back of her mind and allowing herself to slowly go into a place of… surprising peace of mind. And who knew? Maybe someone would be willing to speak with her, to further pull her mind back from the brink and away from the entanglement of nerves it had been since she realized that Ayasena was showing an interest in being a candidate.
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Thu Jul 26, 2018 12:39 am

Lately, everything had been just about the Hatching to everyone. Well, everyone included himself, the bronze rider supposed. Everyone got excited at Hatching time, especially with two Queens rising so quickly after one another. Flights had never been A'ric's thing, but he was less tense during them now, and just went with it. Although honestly, two Flights so close together was a bit rough, to him anyway. Maybe it was just because he had so much other stuff to do.

Even though all of that was going on, Drills still had to be ran, and thankfully, A'ric and his Wing were done with theirs for the day. Not that he didn't like drills, but today had just been especially exhausting. Pushing themselves to the limit, the Wing had managed to complete their drills pretty quickly, and with everyone going their separate ways, A'ric had decided to go back to his office.

Catching up on paperwork was never fun, but everyone was busy today it seemed anyway, so now would be the perfect time. Viktor could stay at the creche a little longer, and the bronze rider would make sure and stop and see him before he went home for the night.

Concentrating on his paperwork did not really work out very well, especially when his stomach started grumbling, reminding him hat it had been a while since lunch. Quickly, he put all his finished paperwork away and restock the stuff he hadn't gotten to.

Making his way to the dining hall, he went and grabbed his food and went and found a seat. People were all over the dining hall, and it was not very easy to find somewhere to sit. There was a seat open next to a young woman that A'ric did not really recognize. Walking over he gave her a small smile, "Is this seat taken?"
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As if on cue, the moment that her mouth was filled with a sweetroll, someone happened to walk up to the table. While she didn’t recognize him enough to put a name to his face immediately, she did remember that the man was a bronzerider, and therefore deserving of all the respect that she could muster. So she quickly swallowed the bite that she had been holding in her mouth, instantly regretting the action as it wasn’t properly chewed through and got caught in her throat. A few quick coughs escaped her as she tried to dislodge it, sighing in relief when she actually managed to accomplish it, though a blush dusted across her cheeks at the fact that the rider had seen her do that. Well, this was certainly shaping up to be a marvelous introduction, she told herself with a quick shake of her head, a gesture that was just as much a response to his query as it was a way for her to clear her mind of the embarrassment for the time being. “Uh, no, it isn’t taken,” she added as soon as she felt confident enough to speak without sending herself back into a coughing fit, quickly gesturing to the chair as if to tell him it was more than alright. Which, naturally, he already knew.

She quickly took the time to compose herself, making sure that it only lasted a few moments before returning his smile with one of her own. She just knew that she had seen him around the Weyr before… she just couldn’t quite place where at the moment. So she opted to talk to him more, giving herself the time to recall a name as they spoke. He seemed the gregarious type, after all, so getting him to stick around and speak more appeared simple enough. “It seems unusually packed in the hall tonight,” she commented lightly, glancing around at the crowded room as her brows furrowed slightly. If the people around her weren’t careful enough, they would end up tripping each other up, which may or may not lead to disaster. She would be sure to keep an eye out for them, to make sure none of them got seriously hurt, but for now her focus went straight back to the bronzerider. “It’s a good thing you found a seat when you did. Otherwise, it would have been gone in a breath,” she added, chuckling warmly before taking another sip of her klah. Really, wonderful stuff, able to keep one alert and aware for some time if one drank it in careful moderation. It had been her saving grace during longer weaving projects, and she wasn’t sure what she would have done without the warm drink in those days.

The young woman allowed herself a moment to study the man, spending careful deliberation on his face in particular as she still fought with her own mind on how she knew him. And that was when it suddenly dawned on her; this rider in particular was bonded to the newest mate of one of the queens that had risen! Not the Weyrwoman’s dragon, obviously, but one of the juniors, Lennoth. That was where she had heard of him before, and all at once the man’s name came flying into her mind like and errant firelizard. “And it would appear as if we’re at something of a disadvantage,” she observed, chuckling softly as she took another sip of her klah. “I know your name, bronzerider A’ric, but it would appear as if I have forgotten my manners.” After all, it was unlikely that he knew the names of everyone in the Weyr, given the fact that such things as training exercises for his Wing and taking care of his family obviously took up more of his focus. She smiled warmly at him, dipping her head for a moment in a respectful bow before her eyes locked on to his own, catching his gaze and, for the most part, holding it for the time being. “I’m Kyrielle, but most everyone calls me Kyri. I used to be a simple weaver, content with her stitchings and tapestries, but one of the greens decided that I would be of more use as a candidate. So here I am, waiting patiently for the next clutch of eggs to be laid and Hatched.”
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Mon Sep 03, 2018 7:22 pm

Patiently, the bronzerider waited for the young woman to swallow her food. While he had not meant to catch her with her mouth full, it seemed as though that plan had not exactly worked as wlel as it could have, or should have. While patience was sometimes not something that A’ric has much of, this time was different. Having someone ask you a question while you had your mouth full had to be one of the most annoying things ever. A’ric has always hated having that happen, and now, he was hoping he had not really embarrassed the young lady since she could not answer him right away.

Suddenly he heard her coughing and quickly his dark eyes looked over at her, trying to figure it if she was ok. Just as he was starting to think about intervening, she seemed to be getting a little better. For another moment or two he didn’t take her eyes off of her, as if wanting to reassure himself that she was ok. Once she answered, the dark haired tounng man set his stuff down on the table and took a seat next to her.

Once he sat down he began to eat, taking small bites, glancing around the hall and then the stranger’s voice brought his eyes back to her. ”Yes , it is rather packed in here tonight, I’m just glad I was able to find this seat next to you. I forgot how bad it can be in here since I don’t usually come here jag doyen anymore.”

There was a slight silence, and the man took that time to eat some more of his food before it got any colder than it already had. When the young woman spoke again, he looked at her, a look of slight confusion. What did she mean, they were at a disadvantage? Before he could think to ask her he was explaining herself. For a moment he blushed, but realized that pretty much everyone in the Weyr knew Behemoths name, and subsequently, his own.

Rubbing the back of his neck , his cheeks burning, he watched her bow. No matter how many times people did that when they met him, he never got used to it, and he really was not sure that he ever would. Smiling a bit he said, ”Well it’s nice to meet Kyrielle. How are you enjoying candidate life here?” Whir he didn’t want to question her to much, he had made it a point now to ask candidates how things we going and stuff like that. As he waited for her answer he took a sip of the klah he had gotten before his attention tuned back to her.
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