What is With This Place?! [OPEN]

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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Like many of the Igenites that came to New Atricis Weyr in the South, Teteakea had come in sick. Like many as well, she improved quickly after the first day here. A combination of the treatments from the healers and the climate of this area of the South killed off the illness afflicting her. Her symptoms died down in days, and they only kept an eye on her for a few more days before she was free. She’d been free from the healers for a while now, much to Siveynarth’s delight.

Some time had passed since then, but… Teteakea wasn’t actually handling being in New Atricis Weyr very well. Sure, she attended Weyrling lessons, but when they taught Atrician Weyrling specific stuff, she scoffed or rolled her eyes, or even outright questioned why they should be learning all that nonsense when they were Northern Weyrlings? There was no guarantee any of them would be staying in New Atricis after all, even if Igen Weyr itself was still an unknown at this point. Needless to say, the Weyrlingmasters likely didn’t find her the easiest of the Weyrlings to deal with.

The days didn’t get easier for Teteakea, at first she was able to ignore a lot. She wasn’t going to be here long obviously, why should she pay too much attention? But the longer she was here, the harder it was to keep that mindset, and the harder it was to ignore all the… strangeness of this Weyr. Sure, Teteakea had grown up in a caravan, but even that was decidedly different than here, and definitely different than Igen. Everything was so… open… No one seemed afraid of Thread, even when it did fall, which had shocked her immensely. Then there were all the different critters crawling and flitting around, so many she didn’t know or had never seen before. And the Daywhers, those strange souther creatures in their strange colors.

Today, Teteakea was overwhelmed with it all, retreating to the Dining Hall as soon as she got a chance. She’d get some food, go to the bathhouse, and go to her room in the barracks with Siveynarth, she’d decided. So she sat somewhere, and a kitchen worker quickly brought her something to eat that was planned for the dinner that day. She nodded her silent thanks, then looked at the food presented as the kitchen worker left. It was… what was this? It didn’t look like Northern food she was used to. Was it Southern food? Or Southern inspired? Of course this stupid Weyr would have a Southerner cooking tonight.

”Can’t the food here at least be normal?” Teteakea grumbled to no one at all, poking at the food on her plate with a fork like a picky eating child.
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It felt so good to finally be sat somewhere that Dirce was all but certain she would never want to move again. She'd been up and on her feet since early in the morning, and not even the klah she'd been liberally sipping from since had been enough to keep her feet from becoming sore. She was certainly glad when she'd finally found the chance to escape her duties and breathe, even if only for a short little while, not that she was trying to complain - she just needed a chance to refuel and refocus, give her body a chance to rest and relax before going back to the grind.

As with the rest of Atricis, a lot of her focus as of late had been on working with the Igenites. Today's duties had been tending to those that were choosing to either stay or go back North, with many of them resisting the idea of staying despite injuries that suggested they couldn't very well leave. She'd had to explain to so many in such a calm, soothing voice that it was for the best if they remained a little while longer, and even when they grew upset with her or yelled in her face, she had had to remain calm - that had been a difficult thing to do, for as much as she wanted to shout back or punch in places that would teach manners in a heartbeat, she knew what that would do to her placement in the world.

”Can’t the food here at least be normal?”

The voice broke through her thoughts and she glanced over, seeing the "Weyr's" newest goldrider grumbling over her plate. She had had little to do with her since her arrival, so this was either a happenstance, or another situation where they were about to discover another Igenite that was going to rub her the wrong way. Even so, she put on as much of a smile as she could muster - there was absolutely nothing wrong with the food after all - and tapped the table to grab the girl's attention. "Would you like to switch trays? I managed to get a little of the stew they're cooking up for the pots - would that be more pleasing to your palate?" Perhaps her voice was a pinch sarcastic there in the end, but she hadn't intended it to be - not really at least.
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She was considering eating it, or not, maybe she could get something else, but the trader holdless girl within her warred with the part of her trying to fit into a position she didn't feel she deserved. It was food, how dare she turn her nose up at it? But... it was weird, stupid weird food in this stupid weird Weyr. Luckily, a tap on the table interrupted her internal war, and her dark eyes snapped up toward the direction of the source. There, she saw a woman, beautiful, like... sharding beautiful. Teteakea felt her cheeks warm by how beautiful the woman was, thankful that her dark tone didn't reveal the flush so readily. But then she saw the Zultanite colored knots combined with a Jr. Queenrider's knots, and she clenched her jaw, resisting wrinkling her nose for the time being, even with the edge of sarcasm in the Zultaniterider's tone. Though that noted sarcasm, one she picked up easily thanks to being used to searching for such things in snooty Holders in her former life, just made her stiffen, daring to give the Jr. Queenrider a challenging glare.

"It's just fine for my palate," she couldn't help but snark back at the beautiful zultaniterider, forking some of the stuffed... whatever it was... bread? ... Shards, well whatever it was, she felt challenged now, forked a piece, and shoved it right into her mouth more like the holdless woman she was raised as than the prim and proper Goldrider she was supposed to be. She even stared at the woman near her in defiance as she chewed and... tasted the food.

Her gaze dropped...

Shards... shards.... it was.... good! Now she looked like a fool for complaining about it instead of just eating it! She chewed thoughtfully though, schooling her features, keeping steady, swallowing, then taking a drink of her nearby water.

"Perfectly palatable," she finished with, "for Atrician food," she couldn't help but finish with, even if she felt she'd won some unspoken challenge.
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Dirce felt the corner of her mouth curl and she looked away before she burn the pride of the goldrider any further. Oh, but it had been a little fun noting the look on the young woman's face when she'd realized just how good the Southern food could be when one set aside their feelings and actually allowed themselves the chance to taste the dishes. Though she would give Teteakea one thing. "Truth be told," she started, holding her glass loosely in her hands as she watched her a moment. "It took me a while to get used to the spices when I came South too."

She sipped from her drink before setting it aside. She could recall how all she'd wanted after her transfer to Atricis was the food of Tillek - nothing had tasted good for so long, and she'd had to force herself to eat little more than bread, cheese and fruit for the first couple of sevendays before her brother convinced her to actually give the stew a chance. But the weyrling had been here for much longer than a couple of sevendays; even so, it was understandable that everyone would be different. Even Dirce had taken longer than those two sets of days to finally admit, in full, that the food was completely awful (for the record, the stew had been called "passable" at the time by her).

"And between you and me." She looked around in an almost conspiratorial manner before leaning forward. "I'm still convinced that the cooks don't always know how to prepare fish the right way. Though by this point I've come to accept that the salt they use on the dried stuff is actually pretty tasty." She lifted her shoulders and straightened herself out again. "It takes time, but you find things you like. The fruits and vegetables, for example, are on a different level compared to what they offer in the North."
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