January 6, 2004
R'hyn weaves, and talks to Kiora and B'myr, newly graduated.

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You head through the narrow tunnel and into the bustling living caverns.

B'myr smiles and takes a sip of his own juice before carefully taking a seat, even then he sloshes a bit of the juice over the rim of his glass and curses softly as he rubs it away on his shirt. "Shells I'm a klutz sometimes ... but thanks." He looks over the hides and then around the cavern, "Well it's good if you like to be around people, social and all that. And I'm doing alright, Nhi has been going on about matching leathers this and oil me till I gleam that though."

R'hyn is in low conversation with another rider as he steps through the wide passage from the bowl; the greenrider nods his head and smiles - then hails a brownrider across the room, regretfully leaving R'hyn behind. The bronzerider's lip twitches slightly, head shaking, as he seeks out juice from the serving tables, and then begins to search for a free seat.

Kiora waves her pencil dismissively at B'myr; the both of them are settled at an otherwise empty table in the middle of the caverns. "Nah, not a klutz. Everyone can be a little clumsy sometimes." Scribble-scribble. "That's true -- bein' social's real nice. And it's nice that you're good, too, and maybe she just wants to look good for everyone? Nhiameth, I mean. Sira's about the same as ever, and that generally means that I can't really tell beyond that she's not bad."

B'myr smiles, "Well thanks for being so kind ..." about the klutzy thing. "Well if you're social then you're in a place that's good for you and you enjoy it. I think she does want to look good for everyone, she's starting to flaunt herself more and more, any attention she can get." He chuckles at her description of how Siramyth is and nods, "At least you can tell she's not bad."

R'hyn weaves his way between mostly-full tables, and takes a seat at the other end of Kiora and B'myr's. His mug is set down in front of him, handle to his right; he then reaches into his pocket to pull out a small bundle, which he unwraps, setting out a half-finished woven band in front of him, on his side of the mug.

Kiora waves her pencil again, which is detrimental to finishing her work. "S'okay. And that's good, I guess, that she's -- y'know, getting out there. Nhiameth, I mean, but Siramyth. Who's good, yeah. I'd be a pretty bad rider if I couldn't tell that much, and hello, R'hyn, sir." He gets a beam and a polite nod, and then Ki attempts to figure out where she left off. "And. Right."

B'myr listens to Kiora and then smiles and turns his head to smile at R'hyn and nod his head. "Evening sir."

"You do realise that you outrank me, Kiora, and that you and I are of the same rank, B'myr, right?" says R'hyn, without looking up from his work - he now seems to be weaving the reeds in his band together, surprisingly well. "Evening to you both."

Kiora stares at R'hyn, a bit surprised. "Well -- um. I do now. I sort of forgot. But it's just polite. What're you doing, anyway, sir? If you don't mind me asking." And calling him sir. Again.

B'myr lets out a breath slightly, "I forget that still, our graduation was a bit unexpected. Evening R'hyn then ..." he trails off to hear his answer to Kiora's question, he was interested in that himiself.

R'hyn glances up long enough to display a smile, noting quietly, "You did it again, Weyrwoman. Shall I keep calling you by your title, until you remember my name? Thank you, B'myr. I appreciate it-- I can understand that. It /was/ surprising." He indicates his weaving with a bob of his head, explaining, "I'm making a bracelet, out of reeds. You just wave them... Kinda like this."

"Ah, no." Kiora grimaces at the thought. "No, I'll try to stop calling you sir, then, si ... um." Twitch. "Right. S'just like B'myr said. It was just suprising, and whatnot, and that's really pretty." The attention span of a sheep. "Is it really hard or anything? Did it take you a long time to learn how?"

B'myr leans over to take a look and smiles, "Well I appreciate you're kindness in it all ... " He looks at the weaving and his face scrunches slightly as he examines it. "That's really interesting ..."

R'hyn's expression shows relief, and he smiles. "You better hope we don't get Weyrwoman Jinn from Southern is all I can say. When she was younger, she used to /insist/ on titles for everyone. She may've changed, now, of course. Quite welcome, B'myr." Weaving one strand of his bracelet beneath another, and through the next, he shrugs, "You just have to remember your pattern, and after a while, it becomes instinctive. Like braiding your hair, or something."

"I wonder who we /are/ gonna get," Kiora ponders, returning the majority of her attention to her work. "I hope it's someone really nice. I feel bad, having bother Serriena for help all the time. I want someone nice so I can bother them, too." She nods sagely, and peers briefly at his work again. "Doesn't sound too bad, I guess. Are you makin' it for someone in particular, or do you just do it 'cause it's relaxing or something?"

B'myr ruffles his rather short hair and sits back in his seat, "Looks like some of the braids that some of the female herders would do before they showed of certain runners, the most complex braids." He thinks on what Kiora says and nods, "Who knows who we'll get, we've seen what happens from certain other visiting riders."

R'hyn smoothes the work he's done so far on the bracelet with his left hand, and grins. "Well, it'll either be Jinn or Ainsley, I can tell you that much. I don't know the latter very well: she was still a weyrling when I left Southern, but I think she was nice enough. I guess we'll see, but I'm sure she'll be capable, and I'm sure Serriena doesn't mind too much." He inclines his head towards B'myr, grinning, "A bit like that, yeah, I think. I don't know - I've never braided hair. It's going to be a gift to Cardixa. I don't know if she'll wear it, but..." His face turns slightly pink, "I thought it was a... nice idea."

"Aw!" Kiora fixates on the idea of a gift, as gifts are of course infinitely more important than the new Weyrwoman. "That's a nice idea. I bet she'll like it, even if she doesn't wear it. I think that everyone likes to get gifts that people make for them, just 'cause it takes work and stuff. But I dunno, since I don't really know Cardixa, so maybe I'm wrong," And have been rambling pointlessly. "But it's a good idea anyway." Then, belatedly, she laughs at B'myr's comment about visiting riders. "That was funny." Pause. "I think."

B'myr grins, "It's very nice and even if she doesn't I'd hope the thought and the work would be appreciated." He turns to Kiora and smiles, "Well I think it was too so that should mean it's funny for us all."

R'hyn immediately looks pleased, smiling. "Oh, good. I hope so-- I mean, the thought that counts, and all. I just want to..." he trails off, a contented expression upon his face. "Well. It's a nice thing to do, and all." He adds, slowly, "Everything could change, with this next not-visiting rider. Different, than a Weyrleader. Longer lasting." He takes a deep breath, apparently deep in thought.

Kiora nods and beams at B'myr, then gnaws on her bottom lip and taps her pencil on the hide thoughtfully. "How come Serri can't be Weyrwoman, R'hyn? She'd be a good one again, I'm sure. Or is it 'cause she was sick?"

B'myr lets out a breath at first happily and then when R'hyn starts thinking on the new Weyrwoman it ends on a more sour note. It's really not something he wants to think of. So for this round of conversation he buries his nose in his juice, sipping it slowly.

R'hyn's juice sits untouched - until now, as he removes one of his hands from his work, to pick up his mug and sip at it idly. "Primarily, I think," he says, after a pause, "It's because it's hard to get a Weyrwoman to transfer. I mean - how would you feel about going to a totally different weyr? So, you give incentive. 'We'll send you our apparently untrustworthy goldrider, and your goldrider will get to be Senior here.' I don't think it would work another way." He takes a deep breath, staring at the wall. "But partially, too, because she's been sick, I suppose. And because she /was/ involved in the... apparently slanderous accusations."

"Oh." Kiora doodles in the margins. "I forgot about that. I still don't like this, though. What happens if we don't get a nice weyrwoman? Or if she just doesn't like it here? I'm sorta scared about it, I think. I don't want anything else bad to happen."

B'myr grunts slightly, "I'm scared about having a Weyrleader from Fort and a Weyrwoman from Southern ... hasn't anyone heard that we're in Ista?"

"I've met both of their Juniors, Kiora, and I think they're both nice," promises R'hyn, though he admits, "I don't know either very well, or recently, but... I think we'll be all right." An unhappy smile crosses his face, as he admits to B'myr, "I'm hoping E'van is replaced by an Istan, when our new queen arrives. I'm not sure who I'd favour -- but I think it's time."

Kiora shrugs, and begins gathering her things up. "I dunno. It's too much for me to think about. It'll all get sorted out when the new gold comes." A sage nod, and she stands, bobbing her head politely at both. "I better go, though, and see if Sira's still eating. Nice talking to you both." She beams, and makes her way out.

B'myr waves to Kiora as she leaves and chuckles, "She always surprises me for some reason ..." he mutters to himself."

R'hyn glances after Kiora, head shaking quietly. "Such a-- a /fluffy/ girl. She /is/ a little funny, isn't she." He sets his mug down again, resuming his braiding. "How's wing life treating you, B'myr? Cardixa not too hard on you?"

B'myr laughs again at the 'fluffy' image. "She's funny but as sweet as you get ..." He sips the juice. "Wing life is doing alright, still occasionally gett thrown by the whole mental communication thing, Nhi is most definitely in there," he taps his head. "Cardixa's been fine, had the early morning drills and such but nothing too tough."

"Oh, she is," agrees R'hyn, quietly affirmative. "She's a nice girl." He lifts his weaving to inspect it carefully, then sets it down again to continue work upon it, fingers moving almost instinctively. "Glad to hear it. Just keep your head down, and she won't pick you out too much, I think. Not that I've actually worked with her much, myself," he reflects.

B'myr nods, "Well I keep pretty much to myself, Nhi wants her attention though, she makes it hard to keep my head down and escape notice"

R'hyn's lips quirk to the right, mirth evident in his expression. "Oh, believe me, I, er, feel your pain. That must make things difficult."

B'myr lets out a breath, "It does a bit but I can't get mad at her for being who she is and she picked me ... still makes me feel special. I'm still very nervous about what is going to happen when she gets proddy though ... I've seen other riders ..."

"Often," remarks R'hyn, comfortingly, "the more... showy dragons become less so, when they're proddy, in my experience. You may be lucky. Special-- yes." His smile is brilliantly warm. "Oh, yes. You can never get over that feeling."

B'myr rolls his eyes, "I can only hope so ..." He runs a hand through his hair, it's grown a bit since his Weyrling cut, "I didn't imagine that I could ... it's too nice a feeling. Too good. Phew."

R'hyn examines his work again, then lifts his head, still smiling. "Aye. Thirteen turns, now, since I Impressed-- and the feeling is no weaker than the very first day."

B'myr looks over the braid and then nods, "I still can't believe it's been a turn ... and that's really looking very nice ... simple but very pretty."

R'hyn laughs quietly, nodding his head quickly. "Time passes incredibly quickly, I know. Before you know it, you'll have been a rider for more time than you haven't-- I'm not quite there, but only a few turns to go. Strange." He glances back down at his bracelet, and nods. "Thank you. It's coming together well. I'm pleased."

B'myr nods, "I'm sure it is ..." He sips on the last of his juice and nods again. "It's something you should be pleased over ... I wish I could do work that well."

R'hyn offers, after a moment of hesitation, "I could teach you, if you wanted. It's not a particularly useful skill-- but it's fun. I like having something to do with my hands."

B'myr nods, "That might be interesting, I've been keeping my nose in the stables but having something I could sit in my Weyr and do would be nice."

R'hyn wraps up the bracelet he's working on, and draws from his little pouch several lengths of reed. "This one will just be four strands, instead of six, like the one I'm doing, but it's much the same idea, really." He demonstrates how to start, getting the four strands tied together. "This is the most complex bit. That bit goes over this one -- like so."

B'myr nods eyeing it over, "Ok so it's just alternating ... and folding the end one over to make the edge ... heh ..."

R'hyn nods his head quickly, grinning. "Precisely. I'm going to make a kind of clasp, for mine -- I'll sew two bits of ribbon on, which can be tied together, but there's any number of ways you can try and do it." He offers B'myr the reeds. "You try."

B'myr takes the reeds gladly and fumbles a bit with the first few, but with tounge caught between teeth he finally seems to get the hang of it. "Ahh ... huh .... nnnn ..."

"Like that," agrees R'hyn, nodding his head. "That one over-- yes, exactly. You catch on quickly."

"It's a good skill to have," says R'hyn, laughing. "Keep that one-- the reeds are easy enough to find, and they dry nicely, after a while."

B'myr picks up the reeds in his hand and nods, "Thanks ... I'm going to have to go show it to Nhiameth now ... knowing her she'll want one just too look nice." He rolls his eyes and then smiles. "Thanks R'hyn!"

R'hyn lifts a hand, grinning. "Quite welcome. You could always decorate her straps with that kind of thing. I don't know. See you later."

B'myr calls behind him as he heads toward the bowl, "Don't give her any ideas!"

B'myr disappears through the narrow tunnel to the bowl.

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