The Tithe Came In

You walk out of the Living Caverns into the bowl.

Eastern Bowl
This is the far eastern curve of Ista Weyr's bowl, from where the breathtaking, jagged peaks of the caldera pierce the sky like the points of a rocky crown. Very distantly to the west you can see the gleam of deep blue water, and the rising cloud of the waterfall's mist. The huge, aerial opening to the hatching grounds yawns in the northeastern wall and the looming precognitors of Thread, the Star Stones, pierce the sky above it. In the southern bowl, the gaped opening of the infirmary and ground weyr frame the snoozing bodies of injured dragons, or the occasional replete pair twined about in the aftermath of their flight.
It is a summer sunset. A light, errant breeze tickles the clouded sky.
You see Gwynhwyvath, Ahzraelth, Hwyllth, and Ista Hold Tithe Train here.
Xenophon and Klari are here.
Obvious exits:
NorthEast Bowl Central Bowl Living Cavern Storage

Klari walks casually over from the center bowl where her blue's taking up his required space to rest out of the way of the newly arrived train. Klari taps, thumps, and nudges candidates as she passes them, "Go on, get to work."

Xenophon stands by the tithe trains with the rest of his residents, pondering just how long it will take the Weyrfolk to start pouring out of the caverns. It's the least they could do, really. Here the Hold residents spend all day yesterday loading these things, they could always help unload. A few arrivals are nodded at, "So, here to watch, or help?" Good way to start off the day.

Tamyka walks out of the Living Caverns.
Lanara walks out of the Living Caverns.
Jestine walks out of the Living Caverns.

Azarin meanders out of the caverns, strolling on toward the stables, eyes locked on the train filling up the Bowl. No way to avoid seeing that, is there? Xenophon's question is heard, and he shrugs inside his cloak. "Well.. I /was/ on my way to muck out the stables," he notes, bowing at him and Klari, whom he's also noticed is here. "I s'pose I can lend a hand for a bit."

Xenophon
A middle-aged man of average height, Xenophon is meticulous in every way. From his well groomed, closely shorn, ruddy brown-hued hair, to the fastidiously sculpted eyebrows that float over piercing blue eyes, he gives off an aura of fastidious neatness. Nary a trace of stubble adorns his strong jawline, nor a blemish upon his light complexion. His build is not muscular, but rather, well kept. A vain compromise between being athletic and decadent, a state that is only augmented by his perfect posture.
Clasped to his right shoulder is the red and white knot of Bitra Hold.
A collarless shirt of finely woven white linen peeks from the edges of his muted bronze jacket. Jacket's pleats and vertical stitching accent his height and exquisite posture, while cuff links and buttons studded with polished jet hint at extravagent wealth well-used. Trousers of softly combed klah-brown cotton are a classic, durable style, bronzed in a narrow ribbon along the outer seams and pocket-edges. The cuffless trous fall cleanly pressed to brush the instep lacing of brown leather shoes.
Xenophon is 37 Turns, 4 months, and 17 days old.
He is awake and looks alert.

Jestine
After staying out of the sun for a couple of months, Jestine's appearance has changed. Her skin is now a creamy white, which makes the conrast to her black hair even more pronounced. Her silver eyes seem to glow with contained emotions and sparkle with hints of her current mood. A black scarf with silver embroidery aids in holding her waist-length, black hair back and away from her face. As a result, it cascades down her back in lazy waves.
On her shoulder is the simple white knot of an Istan Candidate.
She is garbed in a light, dark blue, cotton tank top. The material is light enough to allow the skin to breathe but gathered enough to form to her figure. A skirt of the same plain material sways gently with her hips as she moves. Slits along the sides of her legs are up to herupper thigh and allow her to ride in the skirt. Her feet are clad in dark brown sandals that allw (allow) her to walk silently on all surfaces. Kelsey peeks at you from his precarious perch on Jestine's shoulder. Ijarjuk regards you, perched atop Jestine's shoulder. Daenerys regards you, perched atop Jestine's shoulder. Mallory regards you, perched atop Jestine's shoulder. Rhaego regards you, perched atop Jestine's shoulder.
Jestine is 22 Turns, 2 months, and 25 days old.
She is awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
Rhaego
Mallory
Daenerys
Ijarjuk
Kelsey
Jestine watches all with a face that rarely shows emotion in front of others.

Lanara
Lanara is a plain looking young woman. Wavy hair surrounds a heart-shaped face. The ink black locks cascade down her back ending just below her waist. Her face is tanned from many hours of work in the outdorrs. Freckles abound on her nose and cheeks which have a natural pink blush to them. Her jade green eyes are framed by thick lashes and sparkle when she laughs. Her mouth is wide with a full lower lip. Her body, while willowy, is borderline on boyish. Where most women her age have curves, she is slender. Not an ounce of fat does she carry on her athletic body.
A simple knot of orange, black and white shows her status as Candidate at Ista Weyr.
Lanara is wearing an ankle length blue dress. It is free of onrnaments but she is wearing a dark blue belt around her waist. The fabric is soft to the touch and is comfortable. The dress has short sleeves showing off her tanned arms and a somehwhat low-cut round neckline. The dress looks a little tight on her and newly made.
Lanara is 19 Turns and 3 months old.
She is awake and looks alert.
happy

Azarin
At a height of nearly 5'10 this young man is hardly one of the shortest people on Pern. His cool gray eyes look out from underneath dark, straight eyebrows. A fairly straight narrow nose lies right in the middle of his face, a minute scar on one side only perceivable because it is lighter than his tanned skin. High cheekbones make his cheeks look hallow, giving him an almost gaunt appearance, which his sharp chin does nothing to amend. Wiry muscles of arm and leg, and a slim overall figure gives him an rather menacing look, though the light in his eyes is quick to turn warm. Dark hair, growing longer again after a brief encounter with shortness, falls limply around his ears and across his eyes, a constant annoyance that he will not admit to.
A simple knot of three cords twisted together hangs from his left shoulder. Orange, black and white announces him to be a Candidate at Ista Weyr.
Dressed from top to toe in green shades, Azarin blends in well in a forested area. His tunic is the same color as dark green pine-needles, while his wherhide trousers are even darker and blended here and there with brown. His soft, calf-length boots are dirty-brown, though underneath the layer of mud, the color appears to be tan. Slung over his shoulders, he wears a cloak, woven from white wool, though dyed to a deep green.
Azarin is 19 Turns, 9 months, and 4 days old.
He is awake and looks alert.

Klari
Silky blonde reaches close to the bottom of her shoulder blades, catching just the slightest breeze. It seems to suit her perfectly, flirting with her facial features. Like her icy blue eyes that sparkle as she stands tall, prob'ly about 5'10, a good bit of her height going to long, toned legs. Perfect for poking, a small and cute nose might seem to make her lips seem fuller yet go so well with one another. Her arms look of a definite strength yet still end in delicate fingers, all covered in creamy skin like the rest of her. Well-defined muscles are visible all over the young woman's rich Istan-tanned body along with eye-catching curves of the hips that sway in her walk, and a bosom worthy of making quite a few jealous.
Twisted strips of black and orange, with a strip of blue mingling into the loop to represent Klari of Ista Weyr and a bit added to show her as the Siren Wingleader.
Her black top of sisal hugs her chest, stomach, and back while its thin, orange straps are the only sleeves to it, revealing her well-defined arms that still have an over-all feminine appearance. The black top ends just touching the top of her leather pants. These, of course, are black as that of her top, fitting snug on her hips, thighs, and bottom before flaring out slightly around mid-calf and drag on the ground behind her boots.
Klari is 24 Turns, 3 months, and 19 days old.
She is awake and looks alert.

Tamyka
Soft locks of red-hued brown drape around Tamyka's face and around her shoulders, providing a nice contrast to her rather pale skin tone. Her face has considerably thinned since her younger turns, her facial features becoming more defined and attractive as she ages. A slim nose, rather petite compared to her other features is placed most delicately above rose petal soft lips. Round eyes are colored a pale aquamarine blue, ringed precisely with sooty gray, and framed with long, dark lashes. Tamyka's femininity has definitely become more apparent, her chest and hips shaping into the curves of womanhood. Her thin arms usually drape in some manner about her chest or rest on her hips, trying to hide the obviousness of her growth. Her legs, short as they might be, make up most of her 5'4 frame.
A simple dress of pale blue drapes Tamyka's petite frame, adding a nice wave of color to her rather dull persona. Resting upon Tamyka's shoulder is a simple knot, a single cord with a single loop in Ista Weyr's colors of orange and black. A thin strand of white carefully weaves itself in and out of the faded colors of Tamyka's knot, denoting the young woman as an Ista Weyr Candidate.. Jelly regards you, perched atop Tamyka's shoulder. Flizard regards you, perched atop Tamyka's shoulder. Sorceress Polgara regards you, perched atop Tamyka's shoulder. Commando regards you, perched atop Tamyka's shoulder. Ganso regards you, perched atop Tamyka's shoulder.
Tamyka is 19 Turns, 2 months, and 19 days old.
She is awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
Ganso
Commando
Sorceress Polgara
Flizard
Jelly

Jestine bops out of the Living Caverns, smiling slightly as she sees the tithe train. Sure, she was on her way to the infirmary to gather up some linens to wash, but thi'll be a great excuse...

Lanara walks out from the Living Cavern with her eyes toward the sky. With the weather being nice, she thought she'd go for a walk. Hearing some noise, she turns her head and sees the train, with Klari nearby. She decides to join Klari and see what is going on.

Xenophon decides to assume the role of task master, so he points at one of the nearby wagons, "Well, don't just stand there all slack jawed, the supplies aren't going to walk off the wagons by themselves." He's aiming that at both the Hold and Weyr residents. Of course, he'll be supervising. Seeing how there is one in every crowd, one of the residents inquires where to put the items, to which Xenophon responds, "How am I supposed to know? You're the ones that have tithed to the Weyr before." A heavy sigh and he wanders over to the only person of authority he can see, "So, where do you want these?"

When Lanara reaches Klari's side, she casually says "Hello, Klari. What is going on? Do you need help?"

Klari nods to Azarin on the lending a hand bit and gestures towards the train, "Of course. Get movin'." Of course there's a grin but she is serious, none the less. Then she waves more over that seemed to be just bopping along, "Hey! You all get over here and work." Need she point to the train? It is rather obvious. Lanara gets a soft smile and a jerk of the head, "You too." Then she nods the the resident that asked where to put it, "Unload to the supply caverns." Said rather loudly to all helping or will be helping. See? Even Klari's helping... Giving out orders and such.

Azarin gives the wagon master a long look as he walk over to the nearest wagon. No need to be so brusque about it, was there? Reaching into the back of the wagon, he grabs hold of a bundle full of.. Something? At least it's not heavy. "Won't know where to put it when we don't know what's /in/ it," he notes to Xenophon as he comes round the wagon to stop for a moment near the man. Klari's comment gets a frown and he calls out to the rider, "everything goes in the supply caverns, then?"
In these places are these people:

Not one to stay on the sidelines, Lanara walks over to the train and grabs a sack. Hefting it onto her shoulder, she begins to walk toward the supply caverns. "Anywhere special, Klari?" she shouts out on her way.

Tamyka goes home.

Jestine takes a look over the hubub, wrinkling her nose. Inefficient. She moves over to Klari. "Wouldn't it be easier and faster if we make a line into the supply caver? then we can just pass the smaller things down the line..." she says this quietly, hoping she doesn't seem too impertinent.

Xenophon walks over to Azarin and taps on the bag, "Everything is conveniently labeled, son. We wouldn't want y'all to get confused, now would we? Your bag happens to be linen." Then there is Jestine's question, "A good idea, but, a bit impractical and somewhat stressful on the body. All that twisting and all. Just take things you can carry for now, then partner up with someone to get the things you can't carry."

Jestine frowns slightly at being addressed by a stranger, one to whome she wasn't even speaking. But she says nothing, and joins the fray, hoisting a couple sacks over each shoulder andmaking her way into the supply caverns.

Klari wrinkles her brow at all the questions. All she asked was for the train to be unloaded. How's she supposed to know what goes where? She sighs before gesturing towards Xenophon, "What the Lord Holder said." And that goes for both Jestine and Azarin. She glances over to Lanara and nods, tapping one small fellow and stopping another candidate that looks a bit lost, "You... And you. Go make sure everything finds it's proper place."

Hearing Xenophon speak about labels makes Lanara pause. She sets her sack down and looks for a tag. She spies one that says "dry food" and hefts it back onto her shoulder and resumes her trek.

"Oh," Azarin blurts, his face reddening. "Hadn't seen that." Grinning crookedly, he nods at Xenophon, thanking him as he moves on toward the caverns. "It's not as heavy as that time..." Well, nevermind that time. Slightly embarrassing that. This bundle surely wasn't very heavy and he quickly makes for the caverns, disappearing into the darkness with an unlikely bound to his steps.

Xenophon stands aside and watches the action, periodically calling out some instruction or other, "Hmm. You seem to have a fair number of candidates. Guess it comes from the double clutch, eh?" Is asked of Klari. Might as well talk to her while she directs traffic. Make it look like he is doing something.

Klari crosses her arms and stands, feet shoulder width apart, in her place as she supervises the candidates and the work being done. And she sighs in relief as thing seem to settle into order. Which is not all that long before Xenophon speaks to her. Klari turns her head, blonde hair sliding about, "Yes, sir, it does." Then she turns completely to Xenophon with a brilliant smile and extends her hand to him, "Welcome to Ista Weyr, sir. I'm Klari, Siren Wingleader." And of course, a good bit of the works are the candidates.

Lanara walks back into the bowl from the cavern, and with a nod to Klari, grabs another sack. Seeing that the label says bedding, she begins to walk back to the savern, whistling as she goes. She is used to doing labor of a similar sort. Raising runners calls for strong muscles, afterall.

Jestine strolls back out of the caverns, making for the closest wagon and grabbing a sack of grain and one of sisal. Weird, putting the two in the same wagon. Oh well, who understands the Istan Holdbred? Always acting in a strange manner. She lugs her burden into the supply caverns. Again.

Xenophon takes the offered hand and shakes it a few times, "Well met, Klari. Xenophon, acting Lord Holder." He's not confirmed yet, heck, he is still wearing his Bitran knot. Didn't think it would be appropriate of him to wear the Istan Lord Holder knot. At least, not yet. "Wingleader, eh? Awful young, aren't you?"

Azarin comes jogging back, running up to the nearest wagon. Empty already? Well, the next one then. Jumping up, smiles at another candidate just on her way out, then gets another bundle to carry into the caverns. 'Brushes' the label says. So that's why it's so lumpy. Slipping off the wagon, he nearly lands on a mutt, looking up at him with large, begging eyes. "Marly! What're you doing out here? Does Tapau know where you are?" he says, setting the sack down to scratch the canine behind the ear. "Yes, Tapau knows where she is," a voice announces, and Aza looks up to find the mutt's owner standing over him. "I'm here to tell you that you won't be taking care of her anymore. Not after that disaster with the feline and the mud," she continues, then turns on a heel, shaking the leash to have Marly follow. "But..." is all Aza manages to say before the woman is gone.

Lanara emerges from the caverns once again. She joins Azarin at the train and waits to see which sack he will take. She say the incident with the dog from a distance, but can see that it bothers him a little. "Are you okay?" she asks him.

Klari shakes the man's hand as he introduces himself, "Ah. Well met, indeed." And as for the comment on her age, she'll just take that as a compliment and says nothing but grins at Bitran before her blue-eyed gaze swings back to the workers, watching Aza, Tapau, and the pet. Then when Lanara makes her way back over, she clears her throat and raises her brow. Surely they're as ready as Klari, if not more, to get this over and done with. No?

Jestine huffs back out of the caverns in time to see Tapau walk off with that /dog/. She shakes her head, and gets back to unloading. Coming across a large box labeled "Spices. Fragile.", she lets out a whoop of delight. "Azarin! Lanara, come help me with this! /Spices/!! Finally!"

Azarin shrugs, giving Lanara a half-smile. "Yeah.. That mutt was nothing but trouble anyway," he says, though the tone in his voice is a little sad. "Always dirty and running away and such." Klari's cough makes him pick up the sack again, trudging away from the wagons with decidedly less spring in his steps now. "I'm just gonna get this inside," he calls to Jestine, waving his free arm toward the caverns.

Xenophon arches an eyebrow at Jestine's reaction to finding spices. A curious action, really. Usually people aren't so excited about something as simple as a bag of spices. "Hmm.. What's so special about spices? You'd think it had been weeks since she'd seen any." is aimed at Klari, considering she's the one he is standing next to and the candidates are over by the wagons.

"She probably hasn't seen so much, you're right." Klari laughs softly before explaining what she's heard, "Seems we've been lacking a bit of our usual spice since another one of the Weyr's Wingleaders had an accident with the spides." Didn't bother Klari none. Food and it's taste aren't on her list of favorite hobbies.

After ralking to Azarin, to make sure he is okay, Lanara walks over to help Jestine. Taking a sack marked spices, she walks into the cavern holding the sack carefully.

Xenophon chuckles a few times, "Oh? A spice accident, you say? What did he do?" He has a fairly good imagination and it is running rampant. "You don't seem to be too broken up about it. Personally, I'd be somewhat annoyed. I do like my food to be well prepared." He's the son of a Lord Holder and is soon to be a Lord Holder himself, he's used to the finer things.

Jestine carries said box like a holy relic into the caverns, soon after jogging back out to get the second in the set. *Grin* She beams at Klari as she walks past, looking for all the world like a child at a gather.

Coming back, Azarin is followed by the same mutt, though the candidate adamently tries to shoo it away. "Go 'way, Marly. Tapau'll have a fit," he says, waving his hands at the canine, his face screwed up in a grimace. That mutt had gotten to like him way too much. Even if she'd caused him nothing but trouble. "And I'm /busy/. I don't have /time/ to play with you now..." And on and on it goes. The candidate trying to get the mutt to go away, and the mutt following close on his heels. "And what'll Tapau say. You running away from her like that?!"

Salinger walks out of the Living Caverns.

Salinger
She's gangly and angly, and while she isn't necessarily clumsy, she *looks* it. It's the bruised up knees and the scraped up elbows and the dark circles under her deep-set eyes that do it, that make her look like she's an accident waiting to happen. But that's just kid stuff, and the accident of genetics. The fact that her hair is black as pitch but lacks any hint of shine, and that her skin is nearly translucent in its whiteness, serves only to make her eyes stand out that much more, in a way that artists might find compelling, but most ordinary people would just find disturbing.
Salinger wears a simple child's frock. Lots of pockets, lots of strings to be tied that don't serve any purpose, but otherwise just drab. Stains aren't so noticeable on this fabric, and it looks like she has room to grow in it.
Salinger is 10 Turns, 4 months, and 24 days old.
She is awake and looks alert.

Lanara walks quickly back to the train after delivering the spices. She picks up a box marked "numbweed" and carries it /carefully/ to the cavern. She nods her head to a passing drudge thinking, "I can't wait till this is done."

Klari shrugs and shakes her head, "Well... I'm not entirely sure what happened, stories got so mixed up by people telling them wrong... I just try to ignore it half of the time." Klari grins and shrugs. It all depends on who it's coming from. Then she shakes her head, "Nah. I don't have time lately to worry about what's missing from my food. Taste only matters for a few moments anyway." Klari keeps an eye on the candidates at all times (almost) and that pesky pup.

Maybe Azarin should find a sack marked 'canine fodder', carry it to the caverns, leave it open and hope for Marly to be more hungry than play-sick. Bounding around his feet, the mutt constantly gets in his way and all he can find to distract her is a small stick. Throwing it as far as he can, he waits only long enough for Marly to chase after it, then runs to the nearest wagon, collecting a bundle and darts for the caverns again.

Xenophon has apparently reached the conclusion that once the train arrives at the Weyr, it is the Weyr's responsibility. He has bothered directing traffic for quite awhile now, rather leaving it up to Klari. "Any examples of what he did? Just curious as to what could have happened to destroy a Weyr's spice collection." Things like dragon in the supply cavern.

Lanara jogs out from the caverns slightly out of breath. She skirts around the others and moves to the last train to see what it contains. Seeing a rather large bag marked brushes, she gets another candidate to help her carry it. It isn't really heavy, but it is awkward. They slowly make their way into the cavern and re-emmerge to get more sacks.

Jestine finally hauls in the last box of spices. And her wagon is...well...empty. So she moves on to the last one in the train, just because she can, and with the help of another candidate, lugs back a crate full of wine. Bah. The worst pressings of course. Just like Ista Hold.

Klari watches Azarin and laughs softly before glancing over to Xenophon, "Well... I *think* what happened was he was startled and ended up knocking a bit over... Or something. But the entire supply wasn't destroyed, just got things tasting different." Then, as she finishes, she watches the wine being unloaded, "Now that is always good to see."

Salinger is busy making herself useless. She's supervising. Staring, really. The goods look boring. The people are interesting. She tries bossing somebody not much bigger than herself: "Lift with your *knees*, stupid." The Somebody isn't very happy with that, though, and he kicks her in the shin on his way in to the weyr.

Azarin emerges from the caverns again, followed this time round by Marly's owner Tapau. "Seems she's taken a liking to you," the woman comments, watching the mutt come darting headlong straight toward the candidate. "Yes, ma'am," Aza says, bending to wrench the stick out of the canine's mouth. "I didn't mean it, ma'am. She's just.. I dunno why." Tossing the stick again, he turns to Tapau with an apologetic look on his face. "But.. I /have/ been taking care of her for a long time, ma'am." Tapau nods, eyes following the mutt chasing the stick and she lets out a sigh. "Yes, you're right. But she /will/ have to do without you. Either way. If you Impress you can't have a mutt hanging around you're dragon. And if you don't.. Well, I s'pose you'll be going home, then?" Azarin nods, starting toward a wagon when a shout from another candidate alerts him to the need for help over there. "It's okay, ma'am. I'll try 'n stay away from her..."

Lanara walks over to the last train and lifts a sack of flour. She struggles to lift onto her shoulder, but once done, slowly walks to the supply cavern. She hopes that the flour will be put to use making bubbly pies, her favorite dessert. Or maybe she'll eat one for breakfast? Noone said that she couldn't.

As if Xenophon would let his good wine be used in a tithe. If they want the good stuff, they'll just have to trade with him. Or go to another source. Either way, he's not giving up the good wine for free. "Hmm.. That was rather clumsy of him. Wonder what he was doing in the supply caverns." He wouldn't think a wingleader would need to be in the supply caverns. There's a shrug as he decides he doesn't really care to know, so it is back to the tithe train. "Hmm.. Almost done, I see. Always takes longer to load than it does to unload."

Staying clear of Marly might be easier said than done. The mutt persists in following Azarin on the heels and when he's carrying a heavy box of buckles along with another candidate, it certainly wasn't practical. "Tapau, ma'am. Could you take her inside, please?" he ask, trying to shoo the canine with a foot. "Certainly, Azarin," the woman says, fixing the leash on Marly's collar again to drag the mutt with her. "Thank you, ma'am," the candidate calls out, joined by his carry-buddy as they amble ackwardly toward the caverns.

Sometimes it's just good to see *any* wine. It all does the same thing to you sooner or later. Klari nods to what Xenophon says, "You've got that right. I always hated both though... Loading *and* unloading." But it was good for her, she has nice, strong arms now.

Lanara walks into the bowl, slapping the dirt from her skirts. She wouldn't have worn this outfit if she had known what was coming to her. She stretches a little and hears a seam rip. She looks under her arm and sees a small. Throwing up her hands in disgust, she ambles over to grab another sack, not really paying attention to what it is.

Xenophon has always been able to get out of doing either, another perk of being who he is. "Hmm. It can be rather difficult and tiring, can't it?" Just because he's never done it, doesn't mean he isn't observant. "But in the end, it is worth it, neh? In your case, it means you get food and other supplies to last through the next tithe train."

Jestine smirks as she gathers up a bundle of fabric. /She/ knows where the best wine in the Weyr is. Not that she can drink it....She trundles back into the tunnel, glad that the unloading process is almost finished.

L'lia walks over from the central area of the bowl.

Jania walks out of the Living Caverns.

Klari nods with a sigh, "It is tiring but yes, also worth it. And knowing how tiring it is almost makes me want to help out." That's *almost.* They're almost done anyway, and there is a good amount of people helping already. "How long have you been acting Lord Holder?"

L'lia comes walking from the weyrling training field, whistling. She's moving with a quick gate, and moves towards the lower caverns. However, as she sees a few people, she pauses and smiles.

Azarin and his carry-buddy return to the bowl, moving much slower and with more care than before, each of them limping slightly. "I.. I'm afraid we dropped that crate of buckles," Aza says, coming up to Klari and Xenophon. "D'you have some empty sacks, perhaps, that we can stuff 'em in?"

L'lia
Standing just under 5 feet tall, the tightly-wound rider moves with the grace of turns of riding. Short, dark curls, streaked with faint touches of silver, form a cap over her head. The cropped hair curls softly against the edge of her face, simple and practical. Icy-blue eyes are centered in a too-pale face. Turns in the harsh Istan sun still haven't darkened the pale-white complexion. Wrinkles follow her eyes and her smiles, the soft lines giving hint to her age.
An intricate knotwork of black and orange, with an earthen brown strand woven in, indicates that the brownrider is the Istan Weyrsecond.
Soft taupe sisal pants blouse around L'lia's legs before being pulled snug around her ankles, above her sandaled feet. A lightweight chocolate brown sweater of a thin weave slips off her shoulders every so often, the three quarter-length sleeves pushed up to her elbows. A touch short, the sweater lifts a little as she moves, baring her mid-drift. Relaxing, this outfit is a little out of character for L'lia, but very comfortable and relaxing.
L'lia is 50 Turns, 6 months, and 12 days old.
She is awake and looks alert.

Lanara stomps out of the supply cavern, tired of unloading. Seeing that they are almost done, she walks quicker to finish the job. After that, it is a long soak in the baths for her. She knows that her muscles will pay her back later.

Xenophon motions towards the wagons, "Oh, don't let me stand between you and assisting. I'm sure they would appreciate another back." Noticing that she isn't moving very quickly, he shrugs and continues the conversation, "Oh, not that long. About a month or so. I took over shortly after Zemala left." He doesn't make mention of the petition filed by her cotholders requesting her departure.

Jestine, almost skipping as she heads towards the last wagon, stops abruptly at the opening. "Empty. Hmmm." She moves to another, with a lone sack inside. She grabs it, finding it full of different scents of sweet sand. "ooof, pungent..." and she hauls it inside.

Klari notices the limp and stops two candidates on their trip back from the caverns, "I need you two to go find empty sacks in the supply caverns and take care of those buckles." And then they both turn and head back to the caverns. Klari's attention then goes back to Azarin and the other candidate, "Where're you hurt?" Waiting with her gaze switching from boy to boy quickly before she nods to Xenophon. A month, not long at all.

L'lia arches an eyebrow, looking at the candidates. She takes a step towards Klari, quietly glancing around to see what is going on -- and how injured the candidate might be.

Xenophon noticed them walking up and doesn't see any blood, so therefore, the injuries can't be too severe. He's all heart. Not that he'll tell them to get back to work or anything. After all, they are under the Weyr's care, not his.

"It's just my foot, ma'am.. I think I twisted it jumping back when we dropped the crate. It's not bad, really..." Derik, the other candidate, nods, agreeing with Azarin. "Not bad at all," he says, repeating the first candidate's assessment. "I only stepped on some.. Spoon or something. Someone musta dropped it, or something," he rambles on, until Azarin nudges his side with an elbow. "We'll be alright. Really," he assures Klari, giving her a bright smile.

Sinjin bursts from between in a swirl of frigid air.

L'lia frowns, "You boys best get in to the healers and have them checked out." Her eyes narrow slightly as she surveys them, "If you are seriously injured, you can't stand, and that means we'll have to find /more/ sharding candidates. Farnath only knows where we'll find them."

Lanara moves to remove the last sack from her train and lifts it in front of her. Since it is rags for cleaning dragons, it is rather light. She walks back into the supply cavern with a nod to L'lia and the other newcomers.

Xenophon lifts a finger and rather helpfully offers, "Oh, I'm sure Ista Hold has a number willing to Stand." He can think of a couple he'd like to shuffle off.. Especially a certain ward he inherited from his predecessor.

Jestine is suddenly distracted by a shiny object. OOOOOOOOHHHH!!
Jestine has disconnected.

Klari crosses her arms as she listens to the candidates and nods to them with a sigh, "L'lia is right. I wouldn't want to take any chances if I were either of you." Klari's had enough of incoming candidates, that's for sure. They're everywhere!

Both candidates drop their jaws at the possibility of not being allowed to stand. "We're alright," they exclaim in a choir, showing it off by jumping from one foot to the other, though the winces on their faces show that that is clearly not the case. "It'll pass real quick," Azarin says, eyes darting from one rider to the other, "I'm sure of it." The expression on his face scream; 'please let me stand!'. Meanwhile Derik's fallen quiet, the boy's shoulder's hanging as he stands there staring into the ground.

L'lia narrows her eyes, and barks in her usual authoritative manner, "Candidates. I want a healer to check you out, hear? None of this 'oh, I'm alright.' The weyrlingmaster'd have my hide if I let you on the sands injured."

Lanara walks into the bowl skirting the many people. The tear in her dress is now three inches long under her arm and her skin can be seen. It is because she knows this that she is avoiding people. She reaches for a sack on the train and holds it so that her arms are down toward her sides to hide the rip. She walks out of the bowl, once again skirting everyone.

Xenophon hmms and points a thumb towards L'lia, "You should really listen to your Weyrsecond." Not that he has a say, or anything. As a matter of fact, after that prior comment, he falls silent and just watches. Even considers wandering over to the wagons and seeing if there is anything left.

Azarin nods mutely, looking sideways over at Derik who's doing the same. "Yes, ma'am," Aza says, speaking for both. Swallowing a lump, he forces his customary crooked grin onto his face. "Where's the infirmary?" He hadn't had a need for visiting the place before now. Derik looks equally lost and both candidates wait for directions with anxious looks on their faces.

Klari waves a hand at Azarin and Derik, "I'll take the both of you to the infirmary." Then she turns to Xenophon and smiles, "It was a pleasure meeting you, sir." And a nods to L'lia. She will take over for her, won't she? And with that she starts walking the shortest way to the infirmary.

L'lia nods to Klari, "THank you." Her eyes twinkle as she looks at the candidates. "I"m sure it'll be alright.. just be careful. We /want/ you on the sands. Healthily, of course."

Xenophon nods his head towards Klari, "It was a pleasure, I'm sure." He starts to drift over to the wagons, looking in each wagon as he passes. Hmm.. Empty.. Empty.. Empty... Not bad really. Pays to have a number of young backs at your beck and call. "Well, it seems we're almost done here."

Lanara once again emerges from the supply cavern to see that the trains are emptly. She stands off to the side with her arms crossed, hugging her sides. She sneezes to get rid of the dust in her nose and waits for new orders. She is tired and dirty and in need of someone who can sew.

"Thank you," Azarin mumbles, offering a bow to L'lia and Xenophan before following Klari, grapping hold of Derik's arm to pull the boy along. "C'mon, Rik, you heard 'er.. It'll be alright." Walking after the rider, both candidates try their best at not limping, but doesn't succeed completely.

Klari goes into to the Living Caverns.

You go into the Living Caverns.

Klari heads down the short passages to the main infirmary.

You head down the short passage to the main infirmary.

Infirmary
The infirmary looms open to the south, situated in one of the smaller caverns that open off the ground level of the bowl. This portion is outfitted with humans in mind, and there have been concerted efforts to make it look less like a natural cave and more like a comfortable place to stay. A stack of folded cots sits against the far wall, beside a large chest of bedding and linens. A few of the cots have been made out for patients, though privacy screens surround the ill who are staying here. Tapestries depicting medicinal herbs in loving detail line the walls, giving the room a soothing wash of color. The distinctive scent of redwort pervades the room, and more subtle odors creep out from the edges of the glass-doored cabinets containing the healer's supplies.
Klari is here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl Infirmary Weyr Weyr Healer's Office

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