Just lunch (open)

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77.05.18

Yuki yawned, making her way to the dining hall. She'd forgotten how different Wing drills were here. She'd only been back a few days and she hadn't been able to go see Yura since dropping her off at the creche. She knew her daughter would be well looked-after.

D'gan was the new Weyrleader... She didn't know how she felt about it yet. She was certain that her feelings for him weren't the same, but she couldn't tell how Ayleneth felt about Mosiliath being mated to Archith. The Aurora had been so hard to read lately. And Yuki felt that was muddling her own feelings about what had happened.

She shook her head as she walked into the dining hall. She had to keep her mind clear. But that had been hard since she lost her other baby. R'niaan's baby...

He'd vanished too. She should have known, since he was such a flirt. He left for a Hatching at Ice Stone and never came back. True, there might have been incidents during the Hatching, but it hadn't been that long.

{Yuki, you're doing it again.}

Sorry. She got food and sat down at one of the tables. There was a soft pop and Grace landed on her shoulder. She smiled at the Silver and Gold flit for a moment, but her smile faded as she started to eat.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

Had Dalonia been able to see T’kar at the moment, she would have known him for a hypocrite. All the times he’d lectured her on getting rest, getting enough sleep, and his own eyes were sandy from the lack of it. Or course, she wasn’t potentially widing up on the opposite side of a war from her own adoptive family, so he rather thought he had a better excuse than she ever had. Some part of him knew that was absolute wherry shaffit, but he really wasn’t in a mood to care.

He managed to walk into the dining hall as if nothing were wrong, acquiring some food and then meandering towards the tables while browsing on it. Star suddenly trilled a greeting, calling T’kar’s attention back into the real world, just in time to see Yuki starting her own meal, her firelizard resting on her shoulder. Not being sure if she wanted company or not, T’kar snagged a seat at the same table, but one more distant from her, such that she wouldn’t have to communicate if she didn’t wish to.

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Yuki looked up when T'kar sat at the same table. Grace trilled at the other flit in greeting, and she smiled politely at the former weyrleader. "Good day, T'kar," she said after a moment. She felt a momentary desire to ask about the last Flight, about who was now Weyrleader, but she knew. And she and D'gan had gone their separate ways, finally. All that was left was to make peace.

"Do you know where D'gan is?" she finally decided to ask. "The last time he and I spoke ended on a less-than-desirable note, and I was hoping to make peace with him now that I have returned." She knew she was speaking formally, perhaps a bit too much so, but he had once been the Weyrleader here. He also held higher rank than herself regardless. She knew that D'gan was now the Weyrleader, that the last Clutch had just Hatched, and she'd missed it. But she'd had a hard time convincing her parents to let her bring her daughter back here.

"How have things been here?" she asked after a moment. "I heard about the war from some of the more talkative Creche minders, but I do not know any of the details. I'm afraid I've become rather detached from the Weyr's life since leaving to visit my parents."

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

Star dipped his head to the other flitt, a following response to verbal greeting that he’d picked up from Wamarna, who had picked it up from watching humans.

Unfortunately, Yuki’s greeting arrived at a time when T’kar’s mouth was currently dealing with a, admittedly good tasting, rather large bite of sweetroll — yes, he still ate sweetrolls for lunch, particularly when he wasn’t feeling so great. He managed a nod and a slightly rueful shrug as an initial acknowledgement of her greeting, before finishing his chewing.

“Good day Yuki,” he replied finally, leaning back against the table slightly in a half stretch. Shards but he was tired!

You could try sleeping, Ancalanath pointed out acerbically.

Certainly, just as soon as I finish re-working drill patterns, check in on P’tor’s recovery, finish the revisions to the wher-guard sword-practice session this evening, accomplish all my normal afternoon tasks, and help hammer out those defense plans for coordinating riders and wherhandlers.

Aloud, to Yuki, he said only: “D’gan… I’m not actually sure where he is at the moment, though from experience-” here he grinned a little, inviting her into a joke “-I would suspect his office.” She sounded a little formal to him, but he hardly noticed. Some people preferred being so — Rilora still would hardly speak to him and never in anything less than absolute formality — and he was tired enough at the moment that he probably wouldn’t have noticed anything short of outright disrespect. Veering in the other direction was completely unnoticeable to him at the moment.

“They’ve actually been pretty close to normal, really,” T’kar answered. Surprising, really, how much of a Weyr’s daily routine could be easily adapted to the preparations for war. “A little more urgency to the drills, a few more drills, extra patrols, longer patrols,” he grinned again. “I’m sure you’ve already noticed those particular additions though. Other than that, it’s been pretty much life as usual.” It hadn’t been, not with the sheer volume of correspondence and the transfer riders or those who had friends or family that had transferred away, the amount of paperwork generated, even at the mere Wingleader level, was absolutely astonishing, but none of that was stuff that could be discussed in the dining hall.

“How did Yura like your parents’ place?” he asked.