dragon eggs don't hatch in a day

Igen Weyr - Living Caverns
Second only to the Hatching Sands in size — although its walls are not so nearly circular — the living cavern is filled with numerous tables, almost too many to count. Most bear markings by rank and Wing, though there are a couple of dozen free for anyone's use. The Weyrleaders and other ranking residents have the table farthest from the kitchen and hearths, although the hearths are kept as low-burning as possible, just enough to keep the stew pot that always hangs for late-night nibblers at a good temperature. Favored drinks, particularly iced klah and juice, are kept on ice and interspersed at various food tables scattered about, along with baskets of rolls and fruit. There are, of course, scheduled mealtimes, and at certain points of the day the available fare slides into the menu for the nearest meal, be it breakfast, lunch, dinner, or late-night snackings, but the staff has long since acknowledged that people will sit to talk and nibble here at all hours. In the cooler parts of the evening in particular, the cavern hosts games of chess, checkers, dragonpoker, and others. Several degrees are knocked off thanks to the Technician Craft's new cooling system. There are several 'places' that you can find a seat at.

Vaelin can be seen, sitting relatively close to one of the hearths in the room. In her lap is a mess of towels, mostly from the kitchens. A small round hump can be seen beneath. The girl's rusty hair settles in her eyes at the hump, bangs hanging in her eyes.

"But.." Zorya starts to protest, but it would seem the kitchen staff will have none of it as they shoo the girl off into the living caverns. A bit of a sigh, but argue she won't instead wiping hands on a rag still tucked over her belt as she begins to cross the room. Its in looking up that she spots the girl by the hearth and her steps lead her then in that direction. "Vaelin, wasn't it?" she asks, offering a smile as she draws closer. Being in candidacy you get to know who the others are even if you rarely get to talk with them after all.

Vaelin looks up, bangs sweeping at her eyebrows for a moment. She gives a somewhat empty glance to Zorya, and then a smile appears on her face as she nods. "Zorya. Hello." She was the candidate that was always listening and rarely talking, so she picked up on a few names here and there herself. She scoots over a bit. "Did they kick you out of the kitchens?"

Zorya mms, nodding in reply to the girl's question as she settles into a seat taking Vaelin's scoot as an offer to join her. "I guess there's such a thing as too much help sometimes?" she muses. Beat. "What's that?" she then asks, her voice taking on a tinge of curiosity as she picks up on the towel wrapped lump in the other girl's lap.

"It's an egg," replies Vaelin. Her face lights with a secretive sort of smile, and she tips the bundle slightly to move the wrapping around it. A round, faintly pink ovoid shape peers out from within. "I'm trying to keep it warm, just like Nyaleth is doing hers, but…" She shrugs a little. "Not sure if I'm doing it right."

Zorya ohs, leaning just a bit further to get a better peek at the egg as it's shown off. "By the fire seems as good a start as anythin ta me." she offers. "Dunno that Ah'd know what ta do with one either. But if it's gettin harder…" At least she has picked up that much from her hatching experiences.

Vaelin nods a bit more enthusiastically. "It has been, since I got to it. It's taking so long, though…" She pauses, hand moving along the surface of the egg as she just stares at Zorya for a moment, then she adds, "Your accent is funny." Yes, the queen of the astute, gentle observation she is.

"Well dragon eggs don't hatch in a day." Zorya reminds gently, a smile tugging at her lips. The expression falters though as the other stares and Zorya just blinks. "Did Ah… Oh." Beat. "A-Ah know…" the girl replies, suddenly becoming much more self conscious at the comment. "Ah'm workin on it." her blue-eyed gaze shifting to where her hands rest on her lap.

Vaelin's sleepy eyes turn apologetic as Zorya's attitude changes, and she shakes her head. "I didn't mean it that way!" she insists, voice squeaking a little bit. She takes a moment, apparently to calm herself down again, but it seems that the girl doesn't quite know /what/ to say, now that what she has said has done that. She looks down at her own lap, then to Zorya. "… Do you wanna hold the egg, maybe?"

Zorya shakes her head. "Oh no," she assures, lifting her eyes to the girl once again. "Ah really am workin on it." And perhaps its because she knows and she is that Vaelin's comment hit her the way it did. "A-I'm," she catches herself and tries to form the more proper 'i' sound, "learnin ta-to be a harper." she explains, well when she is when she's not being a candidate anyway. "So…" Well she's trying to fix the worst parts of that accent. At the offer to hold the egg she again shakes her head. "That's alright." She'd hate to break it or some such.

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