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28-07-02: Idle chatter
It's never a chore to meet up with Ezemial and chat with him about idle, if meaningful, subjects.

You stride east to the Living Caverns.
Ezemial is devouring a meal as usual. Nodding to this person and that as they pass by when he notices Lydiere. After an effort to quickly swallow he waves cheerfully, "Hallo!"

"Hallo!" agrees Lydiere, swinging by Ezemial's table once she's poured herself a glass of juice. "And how are you, this fine, fine, day?"

His usual cheerful nature in place, he is happy to see Lydiere in the same mood, "Wonderful, as usual! The beach was lovely today, the herdbeasts cooperative and the runners were downright helpful" Ezemial motions to a chair, "sit down, sit down! enjoy the evening.. I am, after all, such scintilating company"

Lydiere leans up against the edge of a chair, rather than sitting, her glass held lazily between her fingers. "Aren't you now," she agrees, evidently somewhat amused, although she agrees, "It's the perfect evening to enjoy. Almost wish I had somewhere to go, or something to do."

Ezemial grins up at Lydiere, "of course I am!" he nods again and finishes off his meal. Taking a bit of his wine, yes he has wine tonight, to swallow it down before he continues. "Besides what could be more fun than relaxing with a stablehand in the weyr"

"Well, I don't know." Lydiere pretends to consider, her head tilted to the side thoughtfully, a smile still creeping upon her face. "Nothing," she decides at last, taking a proper seat. "I take it you've been having a good day?"

Bright laughter comes with the relucant seating, Ezemial takes another drink before he responds again and nods. "Very good day, nothing spectacular happened but nothing went wrong so far.. and my work is done, so I'm enjoying myself." He grins sipping again then asking, "and how was your day? was it quiet or are you cheerful because it was productive?"

Lydiere leans back in her chair, contentedly. "Good things and bad things," she admits, after a smile, taking another sip from her juice. "The sproglet finally slept through the night, so I'm far less tired than I have been-- but my son is spending some time with his father, so I'm lonely. But the day is over, and I can relax, so it's all good."

Ezemial raises his glass of wine towards Lydiere, "than a toast to relaxation, which is /always/ good in my book" he nods slightly before saying, "you /do/ have a lot more to do, so it's not surprising that I've nothing wrong today and you did.. there's not a lot that can go wrong with caring for livestock"

Lydiere lifts her juice, nudging it against Ezemial's glass with a bright smile. "To relaxation!" she agrees, snuggling back into her seat, one foot nudged up onto an empty seat. "I don't know. A runner plague, or something drastic like that would certainly make for a day worse than I've ever had."

Ezemial leans back himself propping his own feet in another chair. He snorts lightly, "yes but, thankfully, there aren't a lot of plagues ravishing pern these days. And less likely here on Ista where we are a bit isolated from the rest of the general population." He sips his wine and smiles, "so my day was spent getting work done and done early and the rest is bliss" He grins over at Lydiere, "sounds like you and the 'sproglet' and doing swimmingly, how old is he now?"

"True enough," agrees Lydiere wryly. "But there's always worse things that can happen, I suppose." She nods her head cheerfully, another sip taken from her glass. "Bliss, indeed. It's a wonderful thing, to finish earlier than expected, so as to have unplanned free time. /She/," adds the woman, with a wink, "is a sevenday or so over two months."

Ezemial chuckles, "sorry you mentioned your son was spending time with his dad, so I mixed them up" Another sip of wine and a bright smile returns, "Indeed Indeed!" is the exclamation that follows, "now if only I could find something to occupy my free time besides food and drink I'd be set

Lydiere laughs. "I'm sorry for confusing you, then," she admits. "Keid's ten, and the one visiting his father. Llysah's the sproglet, finally starting to sleep for five or six hours at a time." She stiffles a yawn, swirling the juice around in her glass. "Go for a swim. Or take a boat out, and try and learn how to sail," she suggests.

Ezemial chuckles, "sounds like you needed the break though, every mother needs sleep every now and then" A hand through his hair followed by a chuckle as he speaks, "well, yes I could do all that but, I suppose I am still, for all I've met a ton of people here, not exactly settled. I had some poor guard challenging me, not to slyly at that, because I'm still so new to most here."

"A guard? Not Invariel?" Lydiere's interested, and leans forward, her eyebrows raised. "You'll settle in soon enough, I bet. It just takes a bit of time." Her smile remains rueful, as she agrees, "A break is always a good thing to have, but I hate having to say goodbye to the boy. And I hate seeing his face, when he has to go. His father and I aren't on good terms, so it's always difficult."

Ezemial chuckles and nods, "I believe that was the one, he retreated quickly enough when he found out I worked here.. I'm surprised he didn't notice the knot... though I suppose if one cared enough to blend in they could fabricate something like that." He shrug at that thought then grins at Lydiere again, "Yeah, eventually I'll have friends I know well, but I must admit that sometimes working with livestock doesn't make me quite so attractive to others." He waves a hand back and forth in front of his nose to indicate aroma. His grin is back in short order though and he bubbles along merrily, "where does his father live?"

Lydiere inclines her head slowly. "He's too quick to jump, that one," she comments, wrinkling her nose. "Bah. It's not as if you don't wash or anything... Right? You /will/ find friends, though. It may just take time. Shards knows it took me a while, and I was here as a candidate, which is always a bonding experience." She pushes her dark hair away from her eyes, adding, "Tillek. Well - on and off. He's a seacrafter, same as I was."

Ezemial nods at the last, "is your son interested in that as well?" he asks curiously. He shrugs at the rest, "eventually I will find my niche, I'm sure of that. And while, yes, I bathe, when I've just come in from the field I'm not exactly all flowers and perfume"

"He's not sure yet," admits Lydiere. "His father wants him to; I'd rather let him decide for himself. It's a pretty big decision - and he still is pretty young." Again, she nods her head, stiffling yet another yawn. "Ah, yes. I see."

Ezemial smiles at the yawn, "boring you to tears already" he nods at the first though, "yes, a big decision, I'm glad you support him making his own decision" He gets up and goes to pour himself some more wine, "more juice or are you about to make your exit for the evening?"

Lydiere admits, ruefully, "Sorry. I may have had more sleep last night than in months, but I'm still pretty tired. I'll probably have to do the very boring old person thing and go to bed at a reasonable hour." She tilts her head to the side, "Did you parents support you, in encouraging you to do anything you wanted to do?" She shakes her head. "No more, though I'll stay for a while yet, I think."

Ezemial brings his wine back and settles down with a shrug, "support is a funny word.. my father was all for me going out to see pern so I could decide, but the emphasis is on /decide/ and doing it quickly." He shrugs slightly and smiles, "they are my parents and they love me.. but sometimes I'm not so sure they actually /listen/ to me" He sips more win and looks thoughtful a moment before finishing his wine, "I suppose they lived their life by quick and firm decision, so they don't understand their wishy washy son."

"Ah," says Lydiere, quietly. "I know what you mean. My mother fostered me out at Tillek, and I ended up wanting to be a Seacrafter, whereas she wanted me to come back to the weyr and hopefully be searched. She never managed to understand that. I told myself that I refused to try and influence any child of mine." She sets her empty glass down upon the table, adding, "Parents don't, sometimes. You just have to keep trying."

Ezemial sets his own glass down and nods with a smile, "you'll forgive me if I'm not beating feet back to the hold to try and discuss my life with them just now." A shrug and a thoughtful gaze accompany his words, "I guess I'm enjoying the constant pressure to decide right now. I know they love me, but it really began to get on my nerves the way everyone was constantly at me to decide." He smiles at Lydiere, "maybe that's why I'm a quiet little stablehand here now instead of out searching for my 'destiny'"

Lydiere's nod comes quickly, lips quirked. "I can well understand it. Whatever it is you end up doing, you'll find it, or it will find you - some way or another." Another yawn is stiffled, until she finally shakes her head. "I probably ought to go and have a bit of a nap before I need to feed Llysah again. It's been a pleasure, as always."

Ezemial chuckles and nods, "I think I'll wander to bed myself before I can't remember the way" He downs the wine in his glass nonetheless and gets up with a smile, "You have a pleasant rest of your evening and I'm sure I'll see you about the weyr."

Ezemial descends the stairs into the Lower Caverns.