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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Well... at least she wasn't the only one then, that not everyone who came to this blasted place instantly fell in love with everything about it. Still, why did the food have to look so weird? It wasn't like anything she'd had in the North, but the trader part of her knew better than to swear off food for its appearance. She was just being stubborn and prideful, she knew this. She wasn't going to admit it though, Goldriders didn't admit to things like that, right? She needed to be the rider that Siveynarth saw in her. A Goldrider.

"I suppose I can grow to accept this weird looking food," she admitted, but then added, "At least for now, until I'm back at Igen." She didn't even know she would be back at Igen anytime soon, but she stubbornly clung to that belief, even though any news they had gotten about the state of the shaken Weyr hadn't been good. Igen Weyr being inhabitable again was still an unknown, but for now, she chose to believe it. One day she'd be back North again and not so far away from her family.
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There was something on her tongue, a set of words that she wanted to let out. They were sharp, perhaps painful and maybe even a little hurtful. But they were the truth, and Dirce didn't know if she should let them go or swallow them whole. She frowned at herself for even contemplating allowing Teteakea hear them simply because she'd talked shit about New Atricis and its foods in the South once again. Even Sandalphonth suggested she erred on the side of caution, citing the age of the girl's young gold.

But something had to be said about that attitude, and when she opened her mouth, her words didn't seem to set right, and her filter must have been clogged mentally. She hadn't really meant to say it, but it was too late. "What makes you think Igen is even going to be reopened, weyrling?" The words were sharper than she'd intended, and hearing them made her wince. She grimaced and rubbed the back of her neck. Not smart, Dirce.

"Look," Apologizing was going to happen, just not right away, and maybe not anytime soon. "If you've been sent here by Igen, chances are you're going to be here for a while, either through training, or until you're set to be in your own space, but I highly doubt though you'll be allowd back into Igen, if it even gets pulled back to life. You ride a dragon that has a mutation, and I don't kow if you ever noticed, but Igen doesn't deal with anything abnormal in their hierarchies."
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Sat Aug 10, 2019 5:27 am

"What makes you think Igen is even going to be reopened, weyrling?"

The words made Teteakea pause, then bristle, looking up at the Zultaniteriding Queenrider with wide eyes but furrowed brows, jaw clenched tight. Even as Dirce rubbed the back of her neck, Teteakea didn't relax, in fact, growing more guarded at the opening statement of, "Look," which was usually something that preceded being talked down to, at least in her past experiences. She didn't feel much better about it as Dirce continued speaking, explaining what she already knew, or at least the first part of it was anyway. The second part she didn't hide her scowl at.

"Siveynarth is a Gold, even if her hide is discolored. Igen would be foolish to discount us just because of that. She was born on Igen sands from an Igen Queen. We were only sent here because me and a lot of the other Weyrlings were sick," she argued easily. "Their lines have just remained untouched by the non-traditional colors Atricis seems to have embraced." She resisted the jab she could have made, something telling her it would have been uncalled for, or perhaps just knowing how much trouble she'd have likely gotten into for it. Even if she had her opinions of the non-traditionals that she did, Dirce still held a high rank within this Weyr.
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Dirce lifted her brow at the young goldrider, not quite believing what she was hearing. Did she really think Igen would be so willing to accept mutated dragons within their ranks with open arms? Sure, they wouldn't pass along their mutations to their offspring, but did Igen know or realize such things? Did they think that such things would lead to non-traditional colors in the long run? Who knew what ran through the minds of those people. Then again, who knew what would happen in the future now that the leadership was leading towards a shuffle. She didn't mention any of this to the girl though.

"You need to get your head out of the clouds." She did, however, say. "You don't know what Igen is truly like, Teteakea. What they have said to other riders, why riders have left in the past." Was it good to argue with someone so young, someone that didn't know any better? Or for that, should she just keep her mouth shut and let her see her folly on her own? "If Igen doesn't like the non-traditionals, what makes you think they'll take to mutations?" She presented the question to the girl, wondering how she would take to it; it grated on her that one could be so ignorant, regardless of age, and she bristled in regards to the words on non-traditionals.

She shifted in her seat. "For that matter, haven't you ever wondered how a Weyr could be so spiteful towards a dragon despite the color of their hide? Does the color of my dragon's hide make her wrong?" She felt her face drain a little of color. She had not meant to include that last little bit in her words but it was there, and it was out. She was just going to have to wait and see what happened as a result.
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There were many things the Zultaniterider could have said to her, a lot that would have frustrated Teteakea, but that phrase especially sat ill with her once it was spoken. Her brow furrowed, not caring to try to hide it for the sake of politeness or respect now, as the following words didn't do much better to ease her irritation. Her jaw clenched and unclenched a few times. It was good that Siveynarth was asleep now, and her firelizard was still away, as either one would have given her away completely and likely made the situation worse.

"Unlike you I've actually lived there," she couldn't help but point out. "Igen hasn't outright done anything to any dragons, it's just held strong beliefs. Ones I can't say I fault them for so far. It's not like it seems the non-traditionals have a good track record of who they choose to bond, seeing as one of your precious non-traditional riders happily sniped a candidate from the barracks, and turns before that there was the pyriterider who murdered a Lord Holder. Yeah, I was taught about that. Who knows what else has happened behind the scenes over the turns too. I can't say I'm impressed with the crop of non-traditional riders so far." She verbally jabbed. "They just come in and make a mess of things and throw everything out of wack."

She debated leaving after that, weighing the potential argument that would be further had and what could happen if things got any more heated. Would Siveynarth wake? How much of a scolding was she going to get for talking to someone of higher rank like this? Would it just be let go if she left now? Shards, but if she left it could be taken as her running from the argument. A Goldrider wouldn't run away. She couldn't bear to be seen as if she was fleeing. So she stayed, but glowered down at her food she hadn't touched in several minutes now.
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She was quiet for a long moment, not because she felt open to hostility or the urge to run herself, but because she had something to chew on. Sure, she'd heard about those moments in time where non-traditionals had caused issues. But they weren't the only ones to do so. And then she had to wonder - more than a few had gone on to ill dealings. Would she face the same trials at some point? Was it something that all of non-traditional dragons would undertake at some point or another during their time as a rider, or had it just been coincidence and she was simply overthinking things?

I think you know that answer, rider.

But she didn't, she truly didn't. And at the moment, she felt as though she needed to apologize to Teteakea, if not for the strong beliefs she herself held, then for the way she had worded it all. She could have been far gentler about it, but that just went to show how little she had in way of diplomacy beneath her belt. Perhaps she needed more work on that, but she should have been better about it regardless. Too prideful to apologize just yet, she kept her lips pursed and kept swirling what was left in her klah mug around.

"Suffice it to say, not all non-traditional riders are made of wrong. If they would, why would so many of them exist. Does that mean my own dragon shouldn't exist?" She lifted her shoulders and set her mug down. That hadn't been fair of her either. "Perhaps you don't know as much as you realize, and maybe I don't know enough," it was as close to "sorry" as Dirce was going to get in that moment. "Just consider what was said, and what other people say in the days and weeks and months to come. Maybe you'll come to see some new truths in it all."
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