The Breakfast Club (Open)

[Anaxarete]

74.11.20

Virvine did not keep the egg which hopefully contained her flitter in the weyrling barracks, but by a hearth in the kitchens where her mother could keep an eye on it. She always rose early and popped down to check it before breakfast. It was getting harder, she thought, but that was no guarantee of anything, because weren't even dud eggs hard?

Satisfied that it wasn't about to do any tricks today, she gave her mother her usual 'good morning' and kiss on the cheek, and received the usual friendly 'can't you see I'm busy, girl?' and flour-covered dismissal. So Virvine helped herself to hot, sticky porridge, which she sweetened heavily, and made her way to a table.

Throsnoth hadn't stirred yet, as it was very early, but the moment he did Virvine would be straight back in her room, as the little grey dragonet would likely rise either hungry, itchy, or both. Until then, Virvine ate alone, enjoying the early morning quiet and the smell of baking bread from the kitchens.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

Being as he was something of a night-owl still, a holdover from when the only way to be able to do what he wanted to do was to do it at a time when his father wasn’t around, T’vax had yet to fall asleep. Indeed, in what was a rare occurrence, he’d been up so long that even Slinesteth had fallen asleep. That was something of an accomplishment, because they’d been discussing plans to deal with Barrek and to find out more about him. For all that T’vax was of the personal opinion that Barrek was a spy for Tiberax, it wasn’t like he could come forward without proof. If he tried that, he’d probably be the one that ended up accused of spying, after all, he had the distinction of being Tiberax’s son, whereas the only connection to between Tiberax, leader of outlaw gangs, and Barrek, Weyrsmith and important resident of the Weyr, existed in no more than three conversations overheard by T’vax, and only T’vax, none of which had taken place at the Weyr. Not exactly the kind of proof you want to have when about to accuse important residents of anywhere, especially not when the nature of one’s parentage could make any testimony given highly suspect.

Smiling, T’vax glanced over at Slinesteth’s sleeping form. Soon enough it would be time to wake the young Chrome. They were going to be returning to archery, adding it to their integrated knife and unarmed combat, starting today, and that was something that neither Slinesteth nor T’vax wanted to miss, and not just because of what WeyrlingMaster Eraviya would do to them if they weren’t at practice. He had seen members of the Weyr nearly killed from a distance by archers aligned with his father, and was determined that, were he ever in a similar situation as those people had been, he would be able to at least return fire.

However, it wasn’t time for practice yet, so T’vax decided to let sleeping Slinesteth lie, and go see about some food, since his stomach was insisting that it had been operating on empty for the past several hours. Still smiling slightly, he slipped out into the hallway and made his way, as silently as he could manage, to the kitchen. He grabbed a bowl of whatever was warm, several rolls, and some dried meat and made his way to a table, where he promptly began eating. It took a few seconds for him to realize that the table had an occupant. Raising his head, he looked the short young-woman over for a couple seconds, he knew her from somewhere, but… “Virvine?” he asked suddenly, realizing that this was one of his follow Weyrlings. Her dragon was Grey Throsnoth, he knew that much, but he wasn’t sure about her name. “What brings you here so early?” Inane? Probably, but he had been up all night, so stellar conversation was not going to be a strong suit.

[Lark]

The older weyrling class was nearing their graduation date more and more, and as such, not to mention the impending announcement that Hedara would make, A'mir had been unable to rest properly. Thus, it didn't surprise either himself or Sayurith when tossing back and forth for the past candlemark, the whitehaired weyrling finally threw back the covers and got to his feet beside the bed. "I'm going for food....I'll be back soon to oil your hide." He shot a look into the growing dim, but ever lightening from the horizon's rays, cave that his bondmate slept in.

Sayurith unfurled herself from the tight ball she had made and nodded to her rider, her black hide glistening with a bright silver as the light of the glows caught on the passing skin as she moved from one corner of her living space to the other. If Hers was restless, she was usually the problem, and as of late she had had much to think about. Why not go and get yourself something to eat Sayu? The Silverlight dismissed the idea for a moment though until rethinking it, her wings spreading out as a forked tongue licked her dark jaws. Perhaps just one or two beasts.

Satisfied as he felt her glide down and make her first kill, A'mir walked out of his weyr and down to the kitchen caverns, his jacket being pulled more firmly around his body. There was warm scents lingering in the air, and few people at this time of day, which meant it was his kind of scene. Scooping up some breakfast foods onto a tray, the weyrling headed over in a random direction, his eyes wandering everywhere but where he was going until he finally reached the nearest table. Seeing that it was occupied however, the weyrling scooted down a few seats and took a spot there.

T'vax was someone he knew, perhaps even someone he would check up on to see how he was doing. After all, the boy had helped him to escape, and Sayurith did have a weird sort of love/hate relationship going on for the guy. Still, the other weyrling he spoke to was someone he was not familiar with, and the unfamiliar was not something he enjoyed experiencing. Not to mention a certain pink weyrling might show up if these two were here, which meant that he'd be even more awkward and not wanted.

Sighing and cursing himself for thinking such things, the weyrling looked up in time to see just the same pinkrider walking in with her bronze flit on her shoulder. Oh Faranth, just kill me now. Xiana had been from his father's hold, and her mother's death had been their fault...sort of...kind of.....a bit. Feeling the heat of the weyrling's gaze, he ducked his head back down again and tried to think happier thoughts while she passed with a tray of food and put it down on the other side of T'vax a few seats down.

"Morning you two." Pulling off a piece of meatroll, Xiana tossed it to Niro who happily obliged in eating it whole with one snap of his jaws. For a moment she let her mind linger on Tasth's sleeping presence, the pink humming melodies even in her sleep, her latest works things that Xiana even itched to dance to. All in good time though, and she had promised the pink that she would ask the Weyrlingmaster if they could preform at their graduation ceremony, or perhaps one of the festivals. Shrugging the thoughts of the future off however, Xiana turned dark eyes on T'vax and Virvine. She knew the chromeweyrling, the greyweyrling was new..er though. She was another female weyrling, so that was something at least though. "How are your dragonets doing?"

(OoC: Talk to A'mir/Xiana/Both doesn't matter xD Just thought I'd pull 'em both in here.)

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

T’vax hadn’t been paying a whole lot of attention to his surroundings. He saw some motion out of the corner of his eye when he was about to say hello to the Grey Weyrling, and glanced over to see that A’mir was sitting down, a little ways down the table. T’vax swallowed. He was never sure how to act around Sayurith, and, by extension, A’mir. On the one hand, he’d helped rescue them and tried to get them food and all while they were captives, on the other hand, he was the son of the man that had ordered that captivity, the brother of the man that had first given orders for their torture, and, worst, because he could have done something about it, he hadn’t had the guts to try and help them escape until a rescue party from the Weyr was already present. He was normally pretty sure of himself, but in this case… not so much.

Later, just, later, T’vax thought. Turning his attention back to the Grey Weyrling, he thought for a second, and then hazarded a guess. “Virvine?” he asked, realizing that this was one of his follow Weyrlings. Her dragon was Grey Throsnoth, he knew that much, but he wasn’t sure about her name. “What brings you here so early?”

No sooner had he spoken, then another Weyrling came in and sat down on his other side at a few seats remove. He recognized her as Xiana, of Pink Tasth. “Morning,” he echoed back at her by way of greeting. He shoved a couple bites of food in while she sat there, silent. He was just about to chance opening his mouth to say something when she asked him and Virvine how their weyrlings were doing.

“Slinesteth’s doing well,” he stated, leaning back slightly and resting one arm across the top of his chair. “He finally decided to get some sleep.” He glanced over to Virvine as he finished speaking, tacitly asking her about Throsnoth.

[Anaxarete]

Virvine looked up with an expression of mild alarm as her table became occupied. Unfortunately, T'vax timed his question just as Virvine had a mouthful of food, and she covered her mouth as she took a moment to hastily chew and swallow before responding. In that gap, the table went from merely occupied to practically crowded with the arrivals of A'mir and Xiana.

"Uh, yes. I'm Virvine. And you're T'vax. Right?" The last part was hastily tacked on -- she knew full well who he was, as Throsnoth had taken something of a dislike to him on principle. Though neither of them had ever met the chrome weyrling, her grey simply did not like the idea of a stranger hearing what ought to be between him and his. "My, ah, my mother, she works in the kitchens. Gets up early to start the bread, and I guess I, um, picked up the habit?"

Virvine guessed herself the oldest by at least a few turns, but was clearly the shortest by at least a foot -- maybe more, it was hard the gauge from sitting. It was not a new situation. She didn't know they girl, though Virvine had the vague idea she went with a pink dragon. A'mir she only knew because of all the fuss that had gone around him and his silverlight almost from the moment they Impressed. If Sanshe had to step down permanently, would that make him Junior Weyrwoman? The only other queens were Temperanth and Xerecalth, who was old and also a male-ridden silverlight. Virvine really hoped Sanshe recovered. Not that she had anything against silverlights, but it would make all the current trouble worse.

"Thros-- uh, Throsnoth's asleep. Sleeping a lot lately... but he's fine. Growing again probably," she mumbled in her husky alto.