Candidate Robes In Progress

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Nenienne.jpg Uveline.jpg

Date: August 14, 2010
Location: Eastern Weyr: Living Cavern
Synopsis: Uveline and Neni discuss candidate robes and the eggs - including which ones were smashed.
Rating: G
Logger: Uveline

Day 05, Month 09, Turn 01, AIVAS Reckoning, First Long Pass

Eastern Weyr: Living Cavern

The main Living Cavern at Eastern Weyr is a near replica of the "Lower Bowl" in shape. It is circular, with ceilings sloping up into a gentle cone shape. There are a few stalactites hanging from the ceiling, from which the Weyr's few firelizards may perch. Between these, there are a few inverted "hills", showing exactly how quickly the workmen finished this job. It lends an eerie quietness to the place, as the features cut the sound more effectively. The glowbaskets on the walls highlight the tables of all shapes and sizes around the room. The Head Table appears to be more traditional in place and kind, but the rest of the tables are variable. The east side of the room boasts larger rectangle tables suitable for whole groups of riders, while the middle holds smaller circular tables more appropriate for a family with children. The west side of the room has small square tables which often double as gaming tables on lazy days and most evenings.

Near the Head table, off to the East side, the double doors of the kitchen swing open. Near those doors, two long rectanglular tables are set up for food and drink service. On the eastern and western sides of the room, the stairs lead up to parallel hallways which connect to the rest of the Weyr. A third, smaller set of stairs at the southernmost end of the cavern leads to the Weyr Entrance.


It's mid-afternoon on yet another rainy day. Most of the living caverns are empty save for a few stragglers. One of those stragglers is Neni, who is at the klah pot fortifying herself.

With drizzle once again coating the Weyr in mud and muck, Uveline, on nanny duty yet again, has brought her charges to the Living Caverns as an alternative place to play - or really, work. Nobody ever said she couldn't have it both ways, now did they? With the children settled in with a project to stuff their own rag balls - made out of old dishrags and scrap leather - Uveline is working on clumsily sewing her candidate robes.

Nenienne finishes pouring herself some klah, then espies Uveline and heads over to the table. "Is it all right if I sit here?" she asks politely.

Uveline glances up when Neni approaches and shakes her head at the question, quickly returning her eyes to her work as she manages to prick herself in that moment of inattention. "No, it's fine, go ahead," she mumbles around her finger as she sucks at the bleeding spot. A close look at the hem of her robes would reveal several brown, and some red, speckles, indicating this is hardly the first time the harper-candidate has done such. "Just trying to get this done," she adds, removing the offended finger from her mouth.

Nenienne nods as she sits. "And you found a great way of distracting the children, too." She glances over sympathetically. "I hope those bloodstains wash out. RIght now I bet you and I match in essence, if not stain per stain."

Uveline coughs, hiding a grin by ducking her head to look at her hemline. "Ah, well, actually… they're kind of practice. The balls, I mean. I've been doing this with every batch of children I've worked with for the past sevenday, and it's improved my stitches a great deal." Not that it's very obvious, looking at the large, awkward stitches that hold the folded cloth in place. "The stains are small enough that even if they don't, I imagine they'll go un-noticed. Or, I hope they will. I don't think I could make another robe without the same happening."

Nenienne says, "Hmmmm. Maybe I should try practising stitches elsewhere before returning to my robe. Not only to keep from coloring it any more, but to make sure it doesn't split in half on the sands."

Uveline shrugs slightly. "So long as the belt holds the robe shut, I'm not too worried about anything else. Well, I don't want it to fall apart, either, but I certainly don't expect it to look nice. I can't imagine anyone thinking we could make respectable robes for ourselves." With her tounge sticking out slightly in concentration, Uveline continues trying to set stiches in the cloth.

Nenienne nods ruefully. "One of the riders told me that where she impressed, they reused robes from prior hatchings. I guess this is just another bonus of being the first candidate class here. Though I wonder if anyone would *want* to reuse mine, even if it doesn't fall apart."

Uveline chuckles, pausing her fingers to glance at the other candidate. "Bonus, hmm? That's one name for it. I don't know that I would want to wear robes other candidates made, if mine are any example of what they are normally like. Might as well make it myself, and at least know it fits and should stay put."

Nenienne acknowledges Uveline's response with a brief bow of the head, then says "I think they have seamstresses make them, and the candidates just do the minor repairs from hatching to hatching. At least that would explain what the rider said about robes being retired if they were gashed or just too worn."

Uveline shrugs, offering, "Maybe it'll be like that here later, but we don't have the staff for it here yet. As for retiring them, well… I certainly would, if they became torn up. Or stained. Really, I just want it to be over with, and know what's going to happen," Uveline finishes, voice wistful.

Nenienne mmmmmms. "You and me both. And if I'm interpreting what I'm getting from the eggs, we're not the only ones." She sighs and fiddles with her klah mug. "And having all of these grounded people around doesn't help. Their restlessness is catching, I think."

Uveline nods slowly, making a few more stitches before speaking again. "I didn't make it to the latest touching. They are more… aware? Awake?" Uveline asks curiously. "As for the grounding… well, I'm glad they have some way of keeping that awful person from escaping. I just hope they are found soon."

Nenienne says, "Much more so. I felt some anticipation among the first few I touched, but nothing like with Rauzath's clutch. Of course, her hatchlings have been around a lot longer than Kaseth's had been when we touched them." She nods about the grounding, then says "I just hope he didn't escape in the time between when he… did it and when it was discovered."

"Even if he, or she, got out of the Weyr, they couldn't have gone far," Uveline says firmly. "None of the riders took anyone, as far as I've heard, so they must have gone on foot, or on a runner, and the places to go have all been locked down, or set to watch for unsual arrivals."

Nenienne says, "That's true. I just hope he… or she, gets caught soon. One less thing to worry about would be nice." She lapses into silence and watches the children quietly for a while before wondering aloud, "I wonder if they'll let us touch the eggs again."

Uveline nods her agreement of Neni's hope and returns to stitching then the other candidate falls quiet. Gradually, she makes progress on her hem. When the question is asked, Uveline pauses and looks at Nenienne with a shrug. "I'd be amazed if Kaseth lets us near her eggs again. As for Rauzath's, they might actually be getting too close to hatching. I heard the aunties discussing how close they are, and they think it'll be no more than two to three sevendays before they hatch. So that might be the end of touchings, ofr this round of clutches."

It's Neni's turn to be wistful as she sighs. "I didn't get to touch all of them — I would have liked to. It overwhelms some people, but even the bad ones seemed exciting for me — like I was getting a feeling of what it's like to be alive, somehow."

Uveline nods slightly. "I only ever touched three of them, and it would have been interesting to experience more. It took a bit to get used to the feeling, but I wouldn't object to another try at it," she agrees quietly. "I still can't believe someone would have smashed any of the eggs. I wonder if they were ones any of us touched…"

Nenienne says soberly, "They were. I had touched both, in fact. That makes it even worse — I felt like I knew them, at least a bit."

Uveline winces as Neni speaks, nodding slightly. "That's awful," she says softly, shaking her head forcefully to clear it. She then begins to pack up her sewing, glancing at the children. "I should get them back downstairs for their lessons," she adds as she rises, moving toward the children. "I'll see you later, Neni."

Nenienne finishes her klah. "And I should get some food to take to Weyrwoman Alara — she hasn't asked yet, but it would probably not hurt to get it to her before she asks."

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