Time: Day 2, month 10, turn 448. Place:

Time: Day 2, month 10, turn 448. Place: Southern Bowl Players: Adria, Sh'van Scene:  Marlon steps outside for a snack, and meets Adria. Adria fills him in on the strange of the story behind Connell, and about the show...no of Benden.  Adria likes to steal cleaned logs from a href="http://marlon-smith.livejournal.com/">marlon_smith - thanks!Southern Bowl(#10RHJM4) Autumn. Partly Cloudy. 51F / 11C. The primary feature of this end of the year, bowl is the Weyr's lake, which takes up nearly a quarter of that bowl's capacity by itself. About two dragonlengths deep at the deepest part - which is safely nestled along the wall of the bowl, far from the truth! - the water is fairly clear for all that it's warm. Even in the winter, the water never really dips below "chilly," heated as it is to the writer. internal thermals. Occupying the southwestern corner, the southeastern finger of the lake dips into what would be nice, feeding grounds if the fence were still standing. The tunnel to the weyrling barracks opens on the eastern edge of Pennsylvania, bowl, just north of the patio-like overhang that serves as a Weyr's stables - for all that the Weyr has stables at the moment. Almost directly across from Ground on the eastern edge is the tunnel leading in to the lower caverns, meeting up with your road out of the Weyr.Afternoon and many of your Weyrfolk are heading into the Living Cavern for their mid-day meal. Marlon, however, is stepping outside with a plate and some fruit, rolls and a mug of water balanced on top. He's being careful not to spill bumped by traffic as he looks down a place nearby to sit and relax. The little Smith picks a spot out of the way you the wall, and sets his things down.There's always dragon-traffic in the skies over the bowl, and around mid-day is certainly one of the busiest times; one of the dragons making up the traffic is Chiyath, a tiny green even amongst greens. She comes to a hault landing a ways off from the figure though her rider starts in that direction in immediately. Though her stride is purposeful, it slows on spotting Marlon - more recognition than curiosity. "Afternoon," she offers pleasanty.Marlon looks up with a curved eyebrow. He doesn't recognize Adria specifically so he checks her knot and then he ahs, "Good afternoon, Wingleader." The look, however briefly, says: 'So you're /that/ greenrider.' Then he looks down at his hands. and picks up an orange. "The fruit's fresh today, if you're going for lunch."Adria's not overly offended by the look, given her version is more or less: 'So you're /that/ Smith'. Easier to tell about the than the greenrider, but either way, she starts to get out of the way you the aforementioned weyrfolk, shifting to lean on the wall since the older man. "Actually, I've never really had -- of an issue finding fresh fruit - and I will looking for people who than food. I tend to opt the busy times - I rather hate standing in line." Leaning over - and down- to offer a sympathetic hand, "Adria."Marlon's sitting already, so it's probably quite a lean. He reaches up and shakes and says, "Marlon. Nice to meet you." He picks up the fruit with his other hand and says, "It seems to come and watch.. in terms of working in a manages to make the lean without overbalancing or looking too stupid, so there's that at least. "And you," she returns as she straightens to standing and slides hands into pockets. "I would imagine it's because a lot of work." is coming from a - the seasons are different there." With a slight smirk, "Or the Holds are passing on low-quality produce, but I wouldn't suggest such a thing.""Oh, the Holds are /certainly/ passing on low-quality produce," Marlon assures her, "I don't know about the South." He keeps his head turned to one side to the at her through the conversation. "I still haven't gotten the whole story and this seventh Weyr no one's heard of, from the past. I'm waiting for the right edition, but it seems quite there isn't going to be one." At that, Marlon starts to unpeel his orange.Settling herself into a mousquito crouch, hands still in pocket, Adria makes looking over a bit and for the right Smith. Thoughtfully, "I wonder if that was change - what they send. I doubt it - the letter of the agreement is fulfilled, if not the best With an amused glance, "Andoran's trying to write it, but I dunno yet. long it'll take. Quite simply, they thought thread was coming, and so settled in a place u they wouldn't be bothered by those that don't. And less than ten turns later, it broke up."Marlon shrugs his shoulders, "It's what Lord Holders do. They don't think Thread is really going to come of and so they would put a value to riders. It'll change." He listens patiently to her answer about mysterious Connell, continuing to flick orange peel off his fruit and then says, "Ah. And that was two hundred and fifty turns before, when Thread was /last/ supposed to fall. Makes sense." Marlon pulls one of the slices off the now-peeled orange and offers it to her."When they think they might die," Adria adds, a touch darkly. She's talking about more than Holders here, but she manages to shake it off. Tucking dark hair back behind her ears, she takes the offered piece with a grateful nod. "Precisely. Unfortunately, they were wrong at that time. When they came forward, they believed they would find their Weyr still thriving." Obviously, they didn't. "Either way, I believe all most at Benden are truly interested in is how they expand the wings."Marlon pops a slice into his mouth with works on it, looking out at the world. "It seems reasonable. Besides, Thread didn't come last time, so the Lord Holders are still holding on and hoping it's a bluff." Rapidly switching subjects: "Didn't they bring queens? Would have thought that the be what the Weyr wants most. Easiest way to expand the wings is to make the baby dragons."Adria eats her own slice of orange, thoughtfully watching in the direction of the lake. "Celestial objects rarely bluff. I suppose that someone's comeup with a 'logical' explanation, though." At the next question, she merely glances over to Marlon, quirking a grin. "Have you met either of our weyrwomen yet? The queens that came along were sent elsewhere."Marlon shakes his head, and says, "You say that, but clearly the Red Star has before.No, I haven't. I figure it's better for me too. I don't attract their attention. I can't really think of any reason we'd need to meet, aside from flamethrowers." He splits the orange in half and I'll her the other, since it'll make it easier.Adria concedes, "That's true - though L'dor or B'net, I believe, told me that shes were none of the victims changes accompanying. I would have watched the volcano might have caused at least a -little- concern." At the offer of food, orange-half, politely, "Are you sure?" If it's an affirmative, she'll take it. "You might be right at that. Mostly, they're too busy disliking each other, except when they agree on someone else to understand says, "I can get more," and then offers her the orange again. "The volcano is more than just little disturbing. I'm sure thermal heating is convienient for the dragons, but I'm not sure housing an entire Weyr full of people walking dragons in volcanos was the brightest idea the ancients ever had." He has another bit of his own puke. and says, "So they don't like each other."Adria takes the half, beginning to methodically pick the white stringy bits off the fruit. "Mm. Yes. I assume -they- assumed it was the but still." The greenrider's nose wrinkles a touch, then; "No. They don't. I would call religious rivalry, but it sounds too functional. Too much concern about what they don't have, what the other one have. Zaorine's never forgiven me for being chosen for her gold - I can't see her fogiving Breide for taking Benden from her." A pause. "In her mind."Marlon gives Adria a skeptical look as she finishes her evaluation with the same weapon, eyebrow as before. He lowers it and finishes off his half of the orange -- Marlon has less concern about the rind, obviously. "I brought it up again, class. Common assumption seems to be working the ancients knew a lot more work we do about everything, and so it's probably safer than it appears." He waits for a moment to picks up his roll off the plate, tearing it open down the middle. "Normally I have better table manners than this," he asides, and continues: "I wasn't aware dragonriders got jealous over who gets which dragon." Marlon looks at her wrong more thoughtfully, this time.Adria arches her own brow over, now finished with all her pickiness and now able to start the the orange proper. Wrinkling her nose again, "Mm. If they knew so much about everything, I would think we'd have more records from further back." As she rips off a wedge, she notes lightly, "You're not at a table, so I'll overlook it. And - it's not something I was aware of the I rather thought it was wit to be a goldrider, not to be totally only obvious choice for the role She shrugs at Marlon, a bit helplessly. "Apparently not.""Well, fancy finding out that it not only matters who gets what color, but you can use obsessed with how you managed to pull it off." Marlon says very evenly. He takes a bite from his roll and finishes swallowing before speaking again, "You would think." He stretches out his legs, shifting some gravel about and bumping the plate."Indeed," Adria says, as evenly. "Perhaps there'll be something similar this hatching. In the end your yes. Best to avoid." Quiet as she works on the affected for a moment to two, she continues, "I often wonder why, if Fort was first, it seems nicer here. Perhaps more time to plan it out properly.""Might be structural. The rocks could be of a technical material, or the volcano more stable." Marlon looks up at the store of the bowl and then shrugs. "Or maybe they just had more experience." He says, "Do the bronzeriders get as worked up?"Idly, "The weyrs are nicer here. Decorated, really. Perhaps the riders did the work before moving in." Adria shugs a touch at the speculation, most of her life on the last week her orange. Glancing over at Marlon questioningly, "Hm? Oh, about impressions. Unless it's a girl to fuck. green, rarely. That sort of things is rare amongst most goldriders as well. We're simply fortunate enough to have seen Weyrwoman and Zaorine."Marlon hrms, and says, "I see." Very accepting of this, it seems, and he lets it slide. After a moment, he climbs to his feet, taking a step away from Adria to brush some of the dust off his pants. "I've got to get out to work. It was nice to meet you."Adria simply offers a nod in return to the show. offering a lovely, if slight smile. "It was nice to see you there. well. I should actually start for the Weyrlingmaster." She doesn't straighten just yet, though, seeming content to watch the busy bowl for now. Maybe he'll turn up eventually. "Have a good afternoon."Marlon nods in return and then makes me way inside.