Old Acquaintances Met Anew { Tag } Talonflame/Kyrielle

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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Sat Apr 14, 2018 4:58 pm

Duke was no where near ready to finish eating, and yet he wasn't ready to get up yet either. He was at that point where he was rather content to be where he was, somewhat buzzed on drink and food, and enjoying the conversation flowing around him. He heard Wojoth clicking his tongue at the back of his mind and rolled his eyes, though he knew the dragon only meant well. It was simply in Wojoth's nature to be that way, and he would never hold it against his dragon at any point in time.

Especially when things just felt so... perfect. Ever since their transfer, life just felt so good, so grand. He wouldn't say that things felt complete. He didn't think they ever would again. He'd lost the chance for them to ever be like that again when his chance to be a father and have a family had been severed from him. While he knew, logically, he didn't need those things to have a sense of wholeness, for him it was integral. He grabbed his mug of ale and shrugged mentally. Maybe it was that some men were simply not allowed to have some things in exchange for the dragon that they rode. If that were the case, then he would just have to learn to live with the fact because he would pick Wojoth each and every time over anything else that would come his way.

You should stop drinking. You've had a bit too much. With the Wing or otherwise. Eventually even the Weyrleader will tell you that you've had enough.

Duke shook his head, because he knew he hadn't been drinking that much. If he had, he wouldn't be able to understand what Wojoth was saying, he wouldn't be able to respond clearly either. I'm fne, Wojoth, I promise you that. I'm just relaxed and enjoying myself with a few drinks with the Wing. I may be a little somber, but... it was supposed to be our Anniversary, so I have a reason for being somber. It's a bit of a bitter time. He tipped his head back with the mug and sighed. Besides, I plan on my drinking being done when I'm back in the apartment and able to make an ass of myself in private, thank you kindly.

The bronze let out a sound of relief and did indeed settle back down. Good. I don't think I would have had it in my directive to save you from being an ass in public.

Ouch... But he laughed, and they shared a warm wave of love and affection with one another, because they knew it was meant only as a tease between one another. Glancing up, as a candidate came by with a bucket to collect dirty dishes, he tilted his head because he could have sworn he recognized her from someplace in the North. As he thought about it, and Wojoth helped him connect the dots by dusting off parts of his own memory with little puffs of mental air, it clicked into place and his eyes widened. "Well, well, well, I never thought I'd see Kyrielle of the Weavehall in the South of all places, and as a candidate no less."
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Fri Jul 06, 2018 12:43 am

While she was pretty sure that there weren’t many candidates who actually enjoyed kitchen duty, the young woman found herself becoming rather fond of it as the days passed. It gave her a chance to get to know more people in the Weyr while she was gathering the used dishes from the tables. Not that she didn’t already know quite a few people here, having lived in New Atricis for some time, but one couldn’t turn down the chance to get acquainted with everyone that they possibly could. And with so many new transfers to the Weyr coming in all the time, she saw the ‘chore’ as the perfect opportunity to do just that. So she had happily grabbed the bucket that the kitchen workers had handed to her, moving to the first table and clearing it of dishes with relative ease before moving on to the next.

The sounds of laughter caught at the young woman’s attention, and her gaze moved in that direction in order to see what all of the fuss was about. She tilted her head slightly and chuckled warmly as she realized that one of the Wings was seated at a nearby table, the whole of them either already drunk with wine and ale or well on the way to being that way. It was natural for those in the same Wing to spend such time together, and the young woman knew that it was good for the Wing’s morale for the riders to be laughing and talking amongst themselves like they were. It made teamwork all the better in time, but there was a part of her that wondered if they could perhaps keep it down just a little bit. For all that they were tipsy or flat out drunk, she understood that they were still more than capable of controlling the volume of their voices.

Smiling and rolling her eyes slightly at the fact that the dragonriders were being perhaps a little too rowdy at the current moment, the young woman approached the table quietly, not wanting to draw too much attention to herself at present. She didn’t want to interrupt whatever conversation they were currently engaged in, after all, and so strove to be as quiet as she possibly could as she started to collect the soiled dishes. Of course, there was bound to be at least one of the riders noticing her, but if she pretended to be engrossed in her work and not notice them, perhaps they wouldn’t try to drag her in to a conversation she didn’t know all that much about. And just as naturally, there was little chance to her hopes actually happening, so she kept an ear open, just in case one of them chose to speak to her.

Which, naturally, happened almost right as that thought left her mind. Her gaze drifted to the rider, seated close to the end of the table, and one eyebrow rose slightly as she realized that he seemed so familiar to her. She recognized him from somewhere, and she simply couldn’t place it at the moment, and it bothered her to no end. Thankfully, the man stated where he had known her, and the pieces started falling into place, her eyes widening as she realized just where she had known this rider from. “And here I thought I’d never see D’kellan of Fort Weyr in the South,” she commented, a smile tugging at her face as she remembered one of her favorite commissioners. The bronzerider had ordered quite a few tapestries from her back in the day, as well as numerous mends to his trousers and shirts, so how she hadn’t immediately recognized him was beyond her. “You and Wojoth transferred here? How have the two of you been? And as for my being a candidate, that was sort of… blind luck, I suppose you’d call it?”
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