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Not Even a Map Can Help....; For Cho
Topic Started: Oct 2 2011, 09:28 AM (301 Views)
Nemix
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Frowning, Braen lifted the hide he'd been glancing at every few minutes in front of his eyes again. Quickly, they scanned the lines and scribbles there; tracking his gaze methodically across the page and giving a light nod. Every now and then, he would tilt his head slightly to the right or left, before nodding along again with thoughtful murmurs. He lowered his hand, scanned the stone about him and more accurately, the wall opposite again. His frown increased, apparently disappointed with the stone that met his eyes.

Clenching his jaw slightly, he lifted the parchment again and studied the intricate details once more. He did this several more times, each time finishing his study with a more emphatic nod, and each time his frown and now glare at the wall increasing. Something had clearly been wrong with his instructions; there was, no door. There should definitely, be a door. Why was there no door?

Finally he heaved a sigh and appeared to give up, craning his neck left and then right, but the hallway was deserted. Grunting, he hefted the large sack slung over his shoulder into a more comfortable position. There was nothing for it, he'd have to find someone to ask. Hopefully he could find a drudge, or someone who wouldn't be of much note; the last thing he wanted was word of his inability to follow instructions, ones that included a map no less, to get back to the mine. He'd be a laughing stock and Pertor would likely have him shovelling up slag for a sevenday if he made them look stupid.

Chewing at his tongue a little, he tried to discern where the best starting point would be. Finally, he turned right and headed back the way he had come. Maybe if he started from scratch, he could follow this sharding thing properly. Why they had to make this place so complicated was beyond Braen. True, the mine wasn't what most folks would call, easy to get to know. The tunnels were certainly a challenge, but they put everything that people needed to find, in logical and easy to find places. Here, well, he had already made several turns and he'd started out by passing a waterfall, that couldn't be right surely?

He headed back among the tunnels, these were far more elaborate and spacious than the ones he normally worked in. He found them a little unsettling truth be told. He'd gotten so used to the dark, closeness of the mine that he found venturing outside or to new places quite odd. He'd left his runnerbeast tied alongside the ones penned in the Weyr; he'd head back there first.

Up ahead he could hear the waterfall and with a few more strides, he was out in the spacious cavern once again. It was colder out here and Braen tugged the neckline of his shirt higher. That was something odd too. Whenever he left the mines, he had to wear 'respectable' clothes. It was nice, to feel clean, but the fabric of his clean clothes was often rough from lack of use. He chewed a little at his tongue again, heading slowly through the cavern and twisting his head this way and that, trying to find out where he surely took a wrong turn.
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Visani all but knew the tunnels of the caverns by heart, that is if she even had a heart to know them by. She was on another klah run, they'd been watering it down since supplies had become short and this had raised her consumption from 2 or 3 pots to as many as 4 pots a day. It left her jittery and perhaps more tired, she almost looked forward to thread falling so she could just stop going over the charts and worrying about everything. Even more stressful was that she had yet to really meet the new wingsecond, but thankfully she was back to doing only her own work rather than the work of both positions.

Lost in thought and mostly not paying attention she passed several drudges and a young man who was obviously a miner on her way down to the kitchen cavern. She thought nothing of it, it wasn't the first time that someone had been lost, and they'd soon find their way out. Though coming back the same miner was a few levels up and still apparently had the same bit of parchment stuck on his nose while he examined it. She sighed, obviously he was lost and not helping him would probably leave him in an even larger mess of trouble than he was already in.

"Hey, you need any help?" Visani strode up to the young miner.
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Just as Braen was heading back through the cavern, wondering how much a water supply like that would benefit the mine, a voice broke sharply across his thoughts.

"Hey, you need any help?"

He stopped. Great, just, great. He'd been spotted and wouldn't be able to slip back outside and start again. He was hoping to have the stuff dropped off and be on his way back so he could return the runner he'd been issued for the errand long before now. Instead he was fumbling about in the Weyr tunnels and was having to be helped out. Hopefully, it would just be, as he had pondered initially, a drudge.

Steeling himself a little, he turned about and looked the woman over quickly. Her attire was definitely not, that of a drudge. For a fleeting moment, Braen held the terrifying notion that perhaps the Weyrwoman had caught him bumbling about like a wherry with its head cut off. As his eyes spotted her shoulder knots though he relaxed, though only slightly. A brownrider. Not as bad as it could have been, but still, he was hoping he wouldn't have to deal with the riders while he was here and lost. He held the riders in fairly high regard, they provided the mine with a valuable service, well the ones who took their jobs seriously, and for that he was grateful. He found conversation with them a little stiff and stifled though. He, had interests in things such as or gradients, tunnel mapping and exports. They weren't topics that often helped built conversation points. They in turn were a rather diverse group of people, but he'd had little to do with dragons and outside of guarding he'd not seen them do much so he often ran out of things to talk about quickly. Requiring the help of a rider, had not therefore been high on his list of things to do.

Briefly, his mind slid to Pertor and whether the man would be angry if he found out he'd had to rely on the riders to help him complete a simple delivery errand. Perhaps he could convince the rider not to say anything.

Clearing his throat, he shifted the sack on his shoulder and considered his response. "I've just come to deliver these". He said, nodding his head towards the sack he carried. His gaze slid about the cavern for a moment, wondering whether to brush her concern off and walk away; however, she'd already spotted he was lost. There was little point trying to deny it. "I don't believe I'm in the right place though." He glanced at the map briefly, then lifted his gaze to the Brownrider.

At least, he mused, she was offering help and not mocking him. "I was following this." He said, holding up the map for her to see. "I'm not sure if there's a tunnel missing or if the measurements are slightly off.." He began to ramble. "They're usually accurate when they map the tunnels back at the mine, and I've strided it out but, I can't find the storeroom I need. It's the one with the cross on it. I'm wondering if I'm even in the right place." He conceded, trying to keep the embarrassment from flushing his cheeks. "They didn't mention the water. I mean, obviously you have water, you all clean your dragons but, they didn't say anything about me passing by...well....that." He said, gesturing towards the waterfall.

Turning back to the rider, he winced slightly. "I was supposed to be on my way back a while ago." He said, hoping it would express the need for help to be fairly swift, without actually begging for it.
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Yes the young man was definitely lost, he had that pained look in his eye that said "please help me I don't know where the sunlight is." The way he reacted though he must have thought that she was someone mildly I'mportant, which wasn't necessarily untrue, but recent events had begun to make her question even that. It almost made her laugh. Almost. She had little experience with the miners, sure she'd met Pertor a couple of times but she doubted that her brown Emanth would even allow her to go into the mines, even if there was little risk for injury, (besides knocking your head on something) in the well monitored tunnels.

He tried to explain himself, she'd heard it before. Perhaps not from a Miner but plenty of new workers, candidates, weyrlings, holdfolk from gathers. They'd all gotten lost up here once or twice and though it wasn't always Visani who led them out, it wasn't an unusual thing.

She plucked the map from his hands and examined it briefly, her eyes lightened. "No wonder you think you're in the wrong place, his is the wrong map for where you're at. Unless you were supposed to be in the upper caverns, some dimglow gave you the wrong directions." she examined it a bit further, "shoddy piece of work anyway. As far as I'm aware there have been a few additions to both some of the upper cavers and to the storage rooms below, so it's no wonder you're confused."

The guy seemed embarrassed, no wonder. He lived by maps down in the mines and the thought that he was unable to read a simple map such as this would be something to be ashamed of. "if you follow me a moment I'll lead you there to where you need to go," she held up the pot of klah indicating that she had to go set it down first, she walked a bit further down the hallway and opened the door to her quarters to deposit the steaming pot.

Emanth eyed her through the doorway between his weyr and her quarters, his big eye whirring with blue. You make a friend? he hummed. She walked to the door and scratched his nose fondly, No he's just lost. I'm helping him.

That is nice of you. A shame that he isn't a friend though.
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Braen watched and waited quietly as the rider took the map from his hands and examined it. He hitched the sack across his shoulder higher and leaned his weight away from it a little, prepared to wait while she studied.

It didn't take long though, and soon the Brownriders expression spoke volumes. Mystery solved. He braced himself a little, unsure quite what her reaction would be. Would he have made a fool of himself? Or was there another explanation....

Listening to her, he realised he felt ridiculously relieved at her explanation. "Definitely the lower level." He said briefly, watching as the map was put under yet more scrutiny. He'd been given a map for the wrong level. Perhaps Pertor wouldn't be mad with him after all. The comment over shoddy work was greeted with a non-committal grunt; he was unsure who had provided the map. He rather doubted a miner, they tended to be meticulous with this sort of thing. At the same time, he didn't want to presume it was a rider and land himself in a heap of trouble. At least, she wasn't laughing at him.

Her offer of help was definitely welcome, though he hoped the hallways would remain deserted; he didn't want to be seen being led about like a lost canine. "Thank you." He managed after a moment of tongue chewing, keeping his shoulders squared and the embarrassment from flushing his cheeks.

He followed her along the hallway, hefting the sack with a tinkling sound and listening to the sound his heavy boots made on the stone floor. They seemed so much louder than hers. Then again, his boots were heavy soled and sturdy for working underground, her attire seemed more suited for living above ground. "The tunnels, they're well made." Attempting to make the journey less about him being lost, and more about other things. "Plenty of space, good lighting, also well finished. A lot of work went into these...." Mining. Ah that familiar subject that he could talk about for candlemarks...if only people would stay interested that long.


Their course shifted suddenly, the brownrider making for a door in the wall. As she opened it, he followed, only stopping as he reached the threshold and then hastily taking a step back. This wasn't another passageway, these were her quarters, which meant....The low but distinct sound of humming reached his ears and Braen had to stop himself from peering in the door curiously at the dragon somewhere in the depths of her room. He didn't yearn for a dragon like he knew some did, but they were impressive creatures, useful too. He didn't often get to see one in his line of work. "Your dragon seems happy." He stated, as it became clear she had headed further into the room. He hung by the doorway, rocking back on his heels slightly and clenching his jaw. Hopefully the storeroom wasn't far away, he would have to get back before they sent out someone to find him. Still, he'd been told he had to watch his manners while up here so he waited.
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"His name is Emanth, and he's always happy. Come, pet him he likes meeting people." The lad seemed nervous, she couldn't figure out why though. She hadn't threatened him, nor chided him for getting lost so she figured she could at least be courteous and let the man see a dragon up-close. Her quarters were mildly messy, though it was mostly hides strewn about from reading or drawing, but it was rather cozily furnished and glows lit the darker parts of the room with a soft illumination.

Greetings. You're a miner? I haven't met a miner before.

Emanth spoke gently to Braen. The brown was always friendly and found no reason not to at least say 'hi' to those his Visani interacted with. Though he was mildly surprised at how helpful she was being today. He knew what a miner was, but he'd never actually met one before.

Visani stepped toward her desk and rumaged around to find a clear spot to put her pot of klah, but she talked while she did so and had indeed been listening to the miner's rambling despite seeming to ignore him, she had only wanted little time to formulate her answer to his comments. "A lot of work had to go into these tunnels. Considering how long people have lived here, I have no doubt that there have been instances when things have had to be repaired or even a team has gone through to make refinements along with the additions. Not to mention that we live in here so we have to like how it looks."
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Braen peered through the doorway, straining to hear the Brownrider as she made her way further in. He caught the offer and after a glance up and down the hall, headed inside. Pet a dragon? Not, something he usually did. He hadn't even realised they liked to be petted by other people. He swung his gaze right, then left, and finally dropped the sack by the door with a thud. He'd pick it up later.

Heading further in, he noticed the general clutter, not unlike his own quarters. True his were mostly charts, books and a decided lack of dragon related objects, but it had that lived in quality that meant it was more than just someone to rest your head at night. The Brown's voice rolled through his mind with a surprising gentleness. Thus far he'd only heard one other speak, a small but highly enthusiastic Blue. The contrast in volume and feeling was rather surprising. He bowed slightly to the dragon, trying to gauge just how big he was. Much, much bigger than a Blue but then, Nysunth was still growing wasn't he?

"I am a miner, yes. An Apprentice." He added almost sheepishly. "I am hoping to move up to Journeyman soon though." He added swiftly, pulling his shoulders back. "They're in need of well trained hands, Pertor seems satisfied with my studies thus far."

He'd been watching the dragon with mild curiosity, noting that while their size could mean they'd be able to lift large amounts of rock, they'd be far too big to work in the inner tunnels. Their muscles also seemed much slimmer, definitely better suited for flying than digging. Whers on the other hand, now they could work a tunnel almost as well as a man, with the proper training.

Hearing Visani pipe up, he turned and listened to her for a moment. "We take a more, practical approach in the mines." He said, then thought a little more. "It's more about safety and profit, than comfortable surroundings." Amending his statement a little further, he continued. "Then again, we don't live down there, only work. The Hold has a more....homely feel to it. A bit like the Weyr."

He turned back to the Brown, tilting his head slightly to one side and then reaching out his hand to pat the Brown snout gingerly. "Like this?" He asked, glancing between rider and dragon, trying to make sure he was doing it right. At least, he mused, he hadn't poked Emanth in the eye, he doubted that would go down well at all. Venturing a little closer to the Brown, he leaned over to scratch higher up the snout as he'd seen other people do before now. Unfortunately for him, he misjudged his boots and exactly how big a dragon snout could be. With a muffled curse, he found his shoulders toppling as his feet knocked against the Brown's jaw and he wound up sprawled across the dragon's face, peering into the multifaceted eye of his new acquaintance a lot more closely than he'd have liked.
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Emanth was impressed, apparently this young man did well at his job, Visi had only really explained the basics of what they do and he really couldn't compare mining to anything he already knew so it seemed to him like some impossible task. He made a mental note to have her explain again since he was really quite curious now.

I'm sure you'll become a Journeyman soon especially if you're doing so well. Visani and I are Wingthirds and she wants to someday be Wingsecond or even Wingleader, but she doubts that it will ever happen now.

The person was little like his Visani and seemed a bit slim for mining work, though most everyone seemed small to him. But he supposed that it helped him to fit into the small places of the mines where he could never imagine himself ever going.

"I've been in the hold, it is a lot like the weyr, although it has a completely different atmosphere and is a bit quiet compared to here." The weyr always seemed to have something going on that had to do with dragons, whether it was a flight or a disagreement between riders and thus their dragons becoming noisy, even the wind had the tendency to whistle when it hit an angle of rock just right. These whistling places were usually quickly found and rounded out so they didn't drive the entire weyr into complete madness. The noise was especially prominent in the lower caverns with the cooking and cleaning that happened at what seemed all hours of the day and night. Not to mention the flitters that seemed to zoom through the air on a definite crash course with each other.

The brown continued to thrum when Braen patted him, Visi nodded to the miner when he looked to her to make sure he wasn't doing anything wrong "Yep, he's not too particular. Just be careful of his eyes."

Emanth closed his eyelids in happiness, he did like getting attention and Visi didn't have company quite as often as he thought that she should even if this miner was only visiting it was nice to talk to someone. The brown heard the curse and then felt the added weight on his face, he opened his eyes to meet those of the a red-faced Braen. His jaw fell open and he let out a soft huffing laughter

Are you alright?

Visi watched in slight horror as Braen fell across the face of her dragon, worried that Emanth would pull his head back and accidentally throw him to the floor. But true to his nature the brown merely began to laugh, a smile stretched across her face. "Well that was graceful." she muffled her laugh behind her hand.
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Braen was once again surprised by the voice within his own mind, though once again, this one was smooth, rich and lacked the boisterous yelling Nysunth's had been at first. His gaze slid to the Brownrider as her dragon spoke, watching her thoughtfully for a moment. The comment her dragon had made though drew him back and his brow furrowed.

"Why is that?" He was, more than a little rusty on Weyr politics, but in his Craft if you did well and showed it, you moved up. What would keep a rider from moving up if they worked hard? Visani, so that was the woman's name... "I'm Braen, by the way." He added, realising he hadn't introduced himself.

Visani's comment about the Hold made him pause, considering both Weyr and Hold, and also mine. "This is definitely more lively than the Hold. Not as noisy as a mine though. At least, not when we're digging. I do have to agree on the atmosphere here as well, though I can't put my finger on the main difference." He pursed his lips thoughtfully. "The Hold is more, formal." He settled with after a while. "The Weyr seems more, chaotic." He shrugged. "Both have their places though, we have no dragons with us so it stands to reason it would be calmer."

As he tentatively patted Emanth's snout, he was pleased to hear he was doing it well. "I will keep that in mind." He stated, regarding the creature's eyes. Of course, it was not long after this that he almost head-butted the great Brown in the multi-faceted surface he'd just been warned about. Scarlet only just about covered Braen's complexion now, though feeling the warm air rush about his legs as the dragon huffed was definitely not the cause. He had tensed, wondering how the Brown would react, but all he received was a gentle question as he hastily slid himself back onto his feet and straightened his shirt.

"I'm fine." He said, clearing his throat and clenching his jaw a little at the rider's comment. Falling was not something he was unfamiliar with, however he didn't like to appear foolish. His frame was decidedly top-heavy and he usually paid far more attention to his footing than this. Swallowing his annoyance, he remembered his manners and that he was in her room, falling onto her dragon. It would not be wise to snap or sound too harsh. "It is, an occupational hazard for some of us in the mines." He said, turning back to see her smiling and his own mouth twitched slightly. "Not every frame is built for the broadness digging tends to give you." He explained, rubbing the back of his neck again and trying to look casual.

"You and Emanth seem similar." He blurted out, trying to move the conversation on. "Is it often the case? Riders and dragons with similar personalities." They'd both reacted in the same way, both seemed calm, helpful. Welcoming even, though more so in the Brown's case. He seemed to enjoy speaking with Braen, while Visani, he mused it was probably more politeness that motivated her to continue helping and talking with him.
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She had to suppress her laughter "See it's that sort of thing that makes weyrlife interesting. If you did that to a runnerbeast they'd probably hurt you somehow. But a dragon will always surprise you." she finally mastered her laughter and gotten her face back under control, though a soft quirk touched her features. "I'm Visani by the way, and don't worry about it, each line of work has its hazards. Falling just seems to be mutual among them all."

"Emanth is nicer than I am." she sighed "But as the years go on you tend to pick up on each other's quirks and ways of thinking. Sometimes personalities clash so much that they compliment at first, it was that way with me and him." She steps up and rubs his forehead with her hand.

To answer your earlier question Braen. I'm a Brown. Emanth answered simply, Bronzes lead. I make sure everyone is safe. he mused thoughtfully for a few seconds, But Visani wants to lead, and if she can she will. Despite his gentle nature he spoke strongly, he may not be a Bronze, nor the largest of Browns even, but if the opportunity was presented to him he would gladly and proudly take on the role.

Do you have to tell everyone my secrets? Visani's jaw tightened with irritation, Emanth rumbled softly and nosed the backs of her knees. It wasn't much but it knocked her off balance and with a highly undignified squeak she hit the floor in an uncoordinated heap.

See dragons will always surprise you. and with that Emanth's huffing laughter filled the space once more.
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