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 Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 9:33 pm
Ailin grimaced at the downpour. He'd just come out of it and didn't particularly want to go back but the growling of his stomach gave him no choice. At least in this tropical weyr the rain was never really cold. He couldn't imagine what it must be like for the northerners. He'd never even seen snow.
Ailin could just see the lighted doorway but the stream of people going in made it obvious enough. He hunched over, arms wrapped about the case protectively and barreled after Niyx. His curly hair that had begun to dry was once again plastered to his forehead. As they entered the shelter of the dining hall he stood up and gave his head a shake like a wet animal. His stomach gave another audible growl. "Where do we sit?" He assumed it was like the Hall where there were no assigned seating but the different groups had staked out their invisible territories.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 1:33 am
Niyx paused waiting by the door resting in the shadow of the entry way with a slim grin until Ailin entered it after her and gave a shake to rid himself of rain water. Niyx herself threw up a hand to intercept some droplets flicking them away with an all too smooth shake of the wrist. "Well the raised table there is for the Weyrleaders. They sit in the middle and the Wingleaders are on either side of them. The tables closest to them are for the Wingseconds and other ranking Weyr officials like the Master healers, ect. Then past that are the riders, then the Weyrlings. Past that~" And she nodded to the fuller tables near the back where a number of boys and girls ranging in ages from younger to older then the pair had taken seats. "Are the tables for candidates and weyrfolk. Come on most of the close tables have been filled up, but the outlaying ones still have room." Niyx called to him motioning for Ailin to follow her as she headed for one of the more sparsely populated tables taking a seat on the empty end. The food would be served soon and it wouldn't do for them to be caught away from the table or they likely wouldn't get a decent pick of what was being served that night.
"Anyway I usually prefer to keep to myself personally. The older candidates usually monopolize the upper half of the choicer tables. Most are all talk since they don't want to risk a brawl and getting kicked off the sands, but if they catch you alone you're in trouble. Then their lackies are usually sit near them. Some take a favor to younger candidates and sort of indoctrinate them into their ranks. Really it all depends. Those from Holds usually keep with other Holders, those from craft halls usually keep with those from crafthalls and the Weyrbred ones usually rule the roost unless we've got a Holder or crafter with rank or connection to rank among them." Niyx replied giving a quick break down of the impromtu candidate social structure with a surprising lack of emotion or care for the whole thing even as the platters of food began to be passed around. In fact she acted as if the whole sha-bang was simply beyond her to worry over. Rising Niyx took platter after platter, making her pick before passing them to Ailin and circling them back around.
"The food here though is good." Niyx added taking a bite from her meat though she gave pause as she chewed and swallowed. "Could use some more spice though." She added off-handedly that distant look in her eyes as if she was selecting from the range she would know of as a trader. All fake mind, Niyx knew scant little about spices, her family having dealt more in metals and items of wealth. Still many a trader, her included, lamented the lack of variety in diet that they had to adjust to in the Weyr compared to what they had been used too.
Though one would note that Niyx ate her food just as readily, after all it was better then the cold meatrolls she could usually nab in her craft. When she remembered to go down and get food in the first place.
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