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"It's well made alright," T'bell smiled, "I just look like a wherry in it, is all...according to Liliath anyway." He chuckled and stood to get himself another cup of klah, as his had become drained. He nodded to the brown rider as he walked past him and offered a smile to the new girl in the doorway.

"It's a wonderful thing I impressed...wouldn't change it for the world." He sipped his klah and leaned on the counter. "My hall's happy for me, my mother too...they just wish I'd find moe time to send them things I make." He smiled ruefully, "They don't get a lot of people who enjoy making things, or at least not lately. Everyone has their eye set on being a composer or a wonderful singer. Even though the players have to make thier own instruments eventually a lot of them get caught up in playing."
He gave a small shrug, "There are a few of the better ones who enjoy making the tools they use for their music, but my mother tells me there aren't nearly as many as before, since we're getting fewer people in."

He shook his head, dismissing that topic. It made him a little homesick. He would have to take a ride out there soon. Liliath liked his mother -no doubt because they were both very strong females- and he hadn't seen her in a while.

"Maybe I could bother you enough one of these days to make me a few things for a few marks." He smiled. "I'm not very good at designing, so I'd just give you a vague idea and let you go with it."

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Kirana's ear perked at the talk she was used to; flutes, drums, harpers, gathers, ah, the sounds of her Hall. She turned her head and smiled. The greenrider must have been part of the Hall at one point, most likely an apprentice like her.

Moving over to the table, she blushed slightly, clearing her throat. She never liked to interrupt other people's conversations, but she had to get her job done one way or the other.

"Excuse me..." She said, her voice barely audiable. "Do you know where to find the Weyrharper?"

V'lyrn chuckled lightly and set his rolls and klah down on the nearest flat surface, noting Tolara, and gave her a slight wave. "hello there," he said cheerfully while at the same time trying to place the girl's face with a name. She wasn't that familiar...but then again, his memory was never that good and she could be new to the Weyr. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything." The lilt of his voice was questioning as he looked from the girl to T'bell, whom he recognized quickly. The greenrider's comment brought a grin to his face, despite what T'bell might have thought.

"Don't let him hear that...he's got a big enough head as is," he said with a wink, gracefully slinking down into the nearest chair. "Basarith is well, thank you. He's currently making a mess of the oiling I just gave him out there with the herdbeast. And Liliath?"

"No no, not interrupting, I was just asking her about her designs is all." He leaned on the counter, the small emptiness where Liliath should be was still there. The dragon was still asleep. "Liliath's the same as ever," He smiled back, "You know how she fancies herself a gold. She'll want her own oiling when she wakes up."

Green eyes caught another girl behind the wingleader. Weyrharper? He set down his mug and gave her a half smile, "I'm not sure if we have one anymore, not officially. I think we lost him." He smile faltered a bit, but he did his best to keep it, "If you need something I could give it a try...or send word to the hall once it stops raining, if you like. We'll likely get a new one in soon, but things have been a bit slow there, mother tells me."

Lemurrin sipped his klah carefully. "I don't know about the Weyrharper, but I'm a journeyman harper," he added. A little smile crept across his face and he shook his dark hair out of his eyes. He glanced around the kitchens for an empty chair and sat down, his narrow body not overly comfortable on the hard seat.

T'bell snickered, not an unfriendly sound but more one of amusement that betrayed some sort of history with the action. "Something with records, huh? Sounds like Harper duties alright. I swear there's still ink on my hands."
A bemused smile played across his lips as took his seat back at the table. "Now which was it, record or retrieve? I can show you where they are either way." He noticed her flustered blush and smiled, "Don't worry though, everyone's a bit at ends still...we'll get organized eventually."

T'bell frowned by reflex. That was a horrible job, a completely horrible one. "I'll show you where the records are kept." He set his cup of klah down, empty, and stood. "You'll be there a while, may want to grab some food."

Even as he spoke he took a handfull of meatrolls and bit into one. Eating had a habit of calming him down. It was almost a comfort thing.