Hannah Meets Mehia

Logfile from Hannah.
September 06, 2003

And on Pern …
The time is 00:51.
It is before dawn of the fifty-second day of summer.
It is the thirty-seventh Turn of the Tenth Pass.
It is a summer before dawn.

Living Cavern (#4190)
The smooth, rounded walls cavern sweep upward from an oval base, two dragonlengths long and one wide, large enough to seat every member of the Weyr at mealtimes. The soft blackness of the lava which forms these caverns swallows glowlight, so shelves for glowbaskets abound, dotting the walls every three or four paces and casting gentle greenish light toward the sparkles of gold volcanic glass embedded in the ceiling. Ancient, lustrous tables run along the axis of the cavern, and at the far end rests the raised dais and high table, where Weyrleaders and honored guests eat during formal occasions. Behind the high table, the Weyr's symbol is embedded into stone: a smoking mountain in black on an orange shield, trimmed in gold.
Perched near the food are thirty firelizards.
You see Seven-Layer Tiered Cake, Decorations, A tray of hors'd'ouevres, and Thunderstreak Wing Vote Box here.
Obvious exits:
Northeast Caverns Kitchens Bowl Southern Caverns

Mehia steps with slow deliberation in from the Kitchen.

The stars are windows into a vaster world. And what beautiful windows they are.
Trailing a path of soapy droplets and the scent of clean dishware, Mehia arrives with a quiet glance around the awesome cavern that makes up the Weyr's more intricate hub. A few clusters of quietly talking riders and cavern folk get various glances, though for the most part, Mehia is more or less content to gently dry her hands on a clean shirt and make for an empty bit of table.

Hannah is sitting in a darker, more secluded corner of the living caverns her head bent over a couple of nondescript hides. Brow furrors in concentration as her entire attention is focused on the task at hand. Yawning a little, she reaches over to sip a little of the hot klah that rests just to her right.

Mehia isn't particularily fond of dark corners, more or less because of their closed-in nature. But, she has been known to venture into their shadowed structure, if the cause is worthy. A small platter of what appears to be biscuts is settled on the table to her right. That alone is not worth any particular interest, but as the feverish scribbling of someone hard at work causes the teen to peer in Hannah's obscured direction, she makes a split-second decision. A slender hand reaches out, pulls the biscut platter towards her, and soon after she stands, bearing the tray of goodies in the Weyrwoman's direction. Once there, the young woman clears her throat expectantly, announcing her arrival.

Hannah looks up from her work, blinking a little, though more from the early hour than from the interruption. "Good morning," goldrider murmurs softly with a smile. "For me?" Eyebrows are raised in question before she hesitantly takes one. "Thank you," is said in her quiet voice after having a tasty little bite. "What's your name?"

"Mia," is offered in quiet response as she takes a vacant seat beside Hannah and helps herself to a biscut. Munching thoughtfully a moment, eyes slip towards Hannah's work with quiet interest as she offers a polite inquirey. "Anything I could help you with?"

"Well met, Mia," Hannah offers, watching the girl as she takes a seat. "I'm Hannah," is said by way of introduction before helping herself to another bite of biscuit. At Mehia's question, she glances down at the hides and shakes her head. "No. This is just some busy work I'm doing. Mostly because I woke up so early and couldn't go back to sleep."

Mehia knows who Hannah is, of course. One learns rather early on the names - if not faces - of those in the hold, hall, and weyr hierarchy, but Mehia is often inclined to keep things on a casual level, so as to allow both parties some comfort. "Hannah, a pleasure," and a hand extends to be shook as she snags another biscut for herself. "I know the feeling, I spent the last few hours working off nervous energy in the dish pit." Yes, the dish pit, a cute title the kitchen workers have proclaimed the three immense basins housing dirty platters and glassware.

Hannah reaches over to shake Mehia's hand before leaning back and stacking the hides off to the side. "Sounds like heavy work for the early morning hours. Probably hot and sweaty in there. I remember it being that way at High Reaches when I would sneak in there sometimes." Lips quirk a little, "Of course, that was a long time ago and I'm no longer quite so young nor so free to sneak about. Do you live here at the weyr?"

Mehia gives Hannah's hand a firm shake, as through a mouthful of biscut and a shower of crumbs, she explains her logic. "Hot and stuffy, yes, but also a near breeding pit for gossip and personal freedom. Not many people come to pester you in the dish pit, some cardinal rule it would seem." One rubine brow pricks in amusement before the young woman continues, eyes straying to her water-wrinkled fingers. "I've just come to a decision about my living arrangements, and as a friend of mine has a room in one of the lower caverns, I thought I'd take up residence there. Not too bad a place to end up really, if you don't mind a load of laundry or dishes being foisted upon you at any and every oppurtunity."

Hannah nods slightly, "True that. You're welcome to stay at the weyr as long as you want. If you'd like to become a resident, feel free to see our Headwoman. We have numerous jobs that could use an extra hand. Kitchens, laundry, what have you." Smiling a little, she adds, "Not that you won't get work if you decide to not have a specific area you want to be in. Who is your friend?"

"Bahsil? He's distantly related to some rider or another, at least so he tells it, at any rate he's been here a while. He's my cousin, once removed on my mother's side." Ahh, family ties are tricky ones, are they not? "Well, I thank you for the invitation, and I'll see I make full use of all it entails." Rising slowly, the young woman inches the platter in the weyrwoman's direction with a congenial smile. "At any rate, enjoy the biscuts, and I'm sure I'll see you sometime soon. If you ever find you /do/ need help with that busy work, you know where to find me." And with that, the young woman makes her retreat, with the conclusion that sleep may indeed be something worth pursuit.

Hannah watches the girl ooch the tray closer and nods absently. "Thank you for the biscuits. Enjoy your day," is added when it becomes apparent that the girl is on her way out.

Mehia steps with slow deliberation to the Northeast Caverns.

[end of log]

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