Tattle-Tale

Ista Weyr: Living Caverns(#9756RJ)
Large enough to house the entirity of the weyr's population at one time, the cavern set aside to house the very heart of the weyr's life is a grandoise, somewhat circular affair, filled with rows of long tables. Bustling and busy, it is a rare moment indeed when there is not someone at work or leisure in here; the long trestle table by the kitchens is perpetually filled with plates and trays of food, a pot of something always bubbling upon the mahogany hearth, ready to fill the belly of any hungry resident or rider. Although a high table is set aside for seating respected dignitaries on formal occasions, most of the tables here are not designated to any particular group— rather, all levels of Ista's population eat together, intermingled across the broad cavern.
Great tapestries have been flung down the walls, orange and black borders remarking upon Ista's heritage, the age-faded hangings depicting scenes of importance to the Weyr— the erruption of the volcano; the first clutch; the view from the star stones, over forest, dark beach, and glistening waves of blue. Propellor-like fans have been affixed to the ceiling in more modern times, cooling the cavern on the hottest of days. Passageways lead up the stairs to the kitchens, down a second flight of stairs to the lower caverns, and out into the expanse of the broad weyr bowl.

Pallaton is settled at a table, a few smudges of dirt on his face, as he sits and alternates between piling lunch into his mouth and nodding absently to the chatter of the two blonde-ish girls sitting on either side of him, each with a small, empty plate of their own.

Saelis is back to her usual, routine self: catty, but with a hint of organization and sanctimonious, haughty attiude about her. The bright hair is pulled back away from her face, into a low hanging ponytail, and as she yammers at the brown rider beside her, she shoots looks to those with the white knots on their shoulders… pausing a long time at Pallaton, before she turns back to the Wingleader.

Lyda is among those white-knotted folks seen about the cavern. She's sitting by herself at a table not far from Pallaton's, sketchbook in hand, apparently scribbling down little drawings of people as they eat their meals. She's immersed enough in it that she doesn't immediately notice Saelis' entrance.

Mhadia is one of the girls sitting near Pallaton, and her chattering pauses long enough to incline her head politely to Saelis as the weyrwoman's attention turns their way, before she's leaning in to the other two, "Guys, couldn't we talk to /her/?" Kyltia blinks for a moment, looking confused before she simply agrees, Pallaton rolling his eyes and mouthing a name before nodding. "We should." And then the fork is left on his plate, and his chair is pushed away from the table as he raises a hand, a bit of a smirk on his face. "Weyrwoman Saelis?" Interrupting things is fun.

Saelis gives a soft smile to Lyda, spotting the artist. She's about to walk over her way when she hears her name called, blinking several times as she hears her name called. Pallaton and his groupies are eyed for a second; then Saelis turns around, tugging N'ferno with her. The brownrider looks a bit confused, but goes along with it anyway. Green eyes survey them again, and then she speaks one word: "What?"

Lyda looks up from her drawing and spots the weyrwoman when she hears the name spoken, looking rather hopeful. Apparently, she has a need to talk to somebody in authority. But, drat, it looks like someone else has got her attention now. Lyda finishes up her sketch with some quick scribbles then stands, walking over but waiting her turn to address the goldrider.

Pallaton swallows visibly, glancing at the others for support, trying to figure out what to say when Mhadia pipes up. "I /might/ be just a resident, but candidates aren't allowed to merely… insult others and be all together obnoxious, are they?" Pallaton wrinkles up his nose, blushing a bit, though he quickly pipes up to prevent Saelis from believing /he/ is the problem. "Ma'am, Ah must say, Ah've not been as insulted in mah life as of late, and given mah parents, tis pretty 'ard to believe."

Saelis uses N'ferno as a leaning pole for a moment. He's tall enough. He was the Donnethe family squeaky toy. He'd deal. The green of her eyes twinkle, slightly mischeviously, and her lips press together, managing in this way to keep them in a straight line. "If it's to a higher up, of course they shouldn't but then again… Maybe you'd want to explain this to me." No clue what they meant, but she'd gotten into enough squabbles at Xanadu to know that there were some people you just wanted to choke…

Lyda doesn't really seem to have any idea what her fellow candidate is complaining about, either. Though, perhaps she has a suspicion. "Does this have something to do with Sarcon?" There's a giveaway as to what she needs to chart with the werywoman about.

Pallaton doesn't have time to say anything before Mhadia's standing up, arms folded infront of her, looking furious. "He called me a heifer! A straggler! He screamed at me, and told me to not leave, and that I was a waste of space." Kyltia slowly nods, making a face, while Pallaton glances over to Lyda with an arched eyebrow, nodding his head. "I-It does…" And gaze glances back between the two. "He called me stupid, an oaf, and told me to jump off a cliff, because obviously Ah know nothing. And all he did was insult all of us.."

Eyes dart between the two groups of candidates, one brow raised, the other lowered. She pushes off from N'ferno, watching Lyda for a moment as she speaks to the people in front of her. "And what were his - Sarcon, then, I assume - what were his reasons for doing what he did?" Saelis turns back to the candidates nearest her, tilting her head to one side. The Wingleader eyes them too, but while he seems to be concerned, Saelis' facade stays blank.

Lyda scowls immediately as her suspicions are confirmed. "I knew it! Weyrwoman, please, you have to do something about this boy. As soon as I got here he started hitting on me, very aggressively. When I turned him down, he got offended and started telling all the other boys that I'm a whore. He's a sleazy, arrogant, wretched boy."

Pallaton shrugs. "One of 'em girl candidates was crying and such… Not really sure of 'er name, even. We, er, tried ta help, and he said we were making it worse, and when she told us all to go away, he said it meant it was just us, that he was fine. And then when she chased us all off, he told us all to jump off a cliff." And Kyltia finally pipes up where Pallaton left off. "He tried hitting on me and Mhadia - Said we'd do better with him then Pal - though Pal's just a friend, ma'am - and when we told him no, he called us dirty heifers and made comments about us being nothing more then horses." And the teen's cheek flush darkly as she repeats what they were told.

Saelis grins widely, darting her eyes to Lyda. "Then start a rumor that his penis is small. Or something akin." She chuckles softly to herself, shaking her head as she now glances to N'ferno. All those little bits of information are thrown at her, though, and she quickly throws up her hand. "Wait, wait… I'm thinking that you all want me to talk to him, rather than give you advice about this."

Lyda scowls even more at Saelis's suggestion. "I never want to see his penis, or imply that I have. Though I'm sure it is, from all his overcompensating ego… and could you? Please? He's awful. I understand the guards at Western were going to talk to him about his harassment of the headwoman, but he got searched first."

Alexis steps out into the living caverns, petting the brown who is currently curled up against her neck, almost hidden by her honey brown hair. Hearing Lyda she frowns a little, recognizing the voice and stepping over in that direction.

Pallaton looks rather surprised at the details known by Lyda, shaking his head. "There's a line, honestly.. If'n a girl dun want me around, Ah won't be bothering her no more.." Even he knows that much - though it hasn't stopped him from receiving a few black eyes in the past. Then the trio is nodding, Mhadia and Kyltia piping up that they certainly don't want to get that close to him, before Pallaton adds, "Well, ma'am, there's unfortunately that rule 'bout no candidate violence, or else Ah'd settle it real quick."

"And if I hear about any violence, I'll be quickly sicking my sister one whomever is involved." And Thaelis was one freaky mofo enough, what with her being all… Well… Creepy and silent and junk. Her fighting was ugly. "She's broken up a fight at Western. Maybe he was there and saw." Saelis sighs again, though, running her hand along her ponytail. "But, I will talk to him. As soon as is possible. Alright?" Her eyes go around the little circle, not seeing Alexis, who's behind her at the moment.

Lyda frowns and nods. "I think a quick smack upside the head would do him the most good… but I guess violence never solves anything in the long run." She sighs, then notices Alexis, and manages a bit of a friendly smile. "Hey, I didn't know you were searched. Congratulations."

Alexis steps up into the view of most everyone now, her hand still petting the little lizard on her shoulder. She doesn't say anything, having walked into the conversation in the middle and not knowing what it's about. Seeing Lyda and hearing her congratulations she grns to the other girl. "Thanks. Yeah…they /just/ searched me tonight in fact."

Mhadia narrows her gaze a bit, before nodding. "I suppose tis the best that can be done, though I honestly think something more serious should happen, for harassing weyr residents. /I/ have more right to be here then he does - I didn't require a dragon to sniff me and give me a reason to be here." A bit stuck up, she is, but oh well. Pallaton's gaze flicks briefly to Alexis, the girl given a shy smile and a nod, and then his attention is back on Saelis. "If'n ya would, ma'am… Soon, before ya do have ta sic yer sister on meh."

Saelis turns to Alexis, eyeing the girl up and down, and then she eyes Mhadia. "Well, in either case, he's a candidate, which makes him a resident here until he gets whisked away - if the horny little bastard -Impresses-," she adds, rolling her eyes with another tug to her ponytail, "well, you'll have to deal with him until… yeah. But, as I said." She loops her arm around N'ferno's, the gray eyed man sighing and muttering something about S'va. Saelis merely laughs. "I'll have a talk with him. Okay?" And in an aside to Alexis: "Welcome to Ista Weyr, Candidate…?" Name?

Alexis looks around at the others and realizes that only Lyda would know her name and offers, "I'm Alexis, by the way. Just came from Western where I was a senior apprentice baker."

Lyda sighs a little and frowns. "He can get thrown out if he ignores the warnings, right? 'Cause, I mean, he's been causing problems for as long as he's been at Western, and he never seemed to listen to anybody…" The thought of spending weyrlinghood with him is absolutely intolerable. She decides to edge back towards Alexis, offering a supportive little smile. "Well, double congratulations."

Pallaton almost pouts at Saelis's ultimatum, though he nods slowly, moving to gather up his dishes, as well as Mhadia and Kyltia, as the pair of girls continue to whisper amongst themselves, glances tossed at Alexis before they both offer a smile and then talk more amongst themselves while they wait for Pal to return from clearing their dishes.

Saelis grins softly at Alexis, prodding N'ferno in his side. "We're from the Western region. Nice to have some white sanded blood on the sands." She'll let the subject of the mean-bully candidate fall into between for the time being. Someone else could mourn over it, but for her, it's over and done. "But, besides that, everything's been going alright for you all…?"

Alexis chuckles a little to Saelis and grins as she says, "Well, I'm originally from Keroon. My family are herders. But, I went into baking so…it was to Western for training." She looks to Lyda again and smiles once more. "Thanks again. And you're here too, so congratulations to you."

Lyda grins at Saelis, grateful to have something else to talk about. "Really? I never realized you were from Western… and yes, I'm still having a little trouble finding my way around, but this is a lovely weyr indeed."

Pallaton takes that as his chance to slip out, silently inclining his head to the other candidates and the weyrwoman, before Mhadia and Kyltia join him and they head out, ready to go back to whatever they were doing, problem at least addressed, if not solved.

Good, because Pallaton was sitting at her usual table. >_>; Bad candidate. She slips away from N'ferno and over toward Lyda, parking near she and the other young woman. N'ferno only gives a her light smile before heading off, to go meet greenriders one and two as they zoom in like buzzards. "So you're both from Western, then?"

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