Meet and Greet. (attn. Avu)

[silver18]

Chehero sat mindlessly staring at a blank flame, her mind twisting with stray thoughts and daydreams. "Thanks Bokol", Chehero waved away the man and leaned back in her chair. Late at night after the entire Weyr was asleep, in the few hours before the morning cooks arrived to begin the morning work, was the best time to be in the kitchen. The usually warm and noisy place was quiet and calm, still warm but quiet. A pot of stew bubbled on the hearth for walking stomachs like Chehero along with a large cauldron of klah. A steaming bowl and cup set beside the harpers elbow as she reclined in the chair and stared at the flame in the hearth.

Yesterday she had failed to find the harper yet again. Every time she took to finding Emoyan he seemed to slip away. And the letter she was supposed to deliver was becoming more and more important to send. Fingering the slim roll the young harper sighed.. Now she had another problem to face. Proving her worth at the weyr, not a simple task either. Not that she thought it would be considering she was already used to struggling from the hall she came from. Things where still very strange to her here at the weyr and adjusting was defiantly taking its time. Thankfully she had gotten the nerve to walk around the place now without having to hold on to some sort of instrument.

Letting out a deep breath relaxing Chehero thought back over the course of her first week. She had met some very strange people over the time. She had also overheard some talk of a gold ready to clutch, that sounded exiting. She had never been to a hatching before, and had not true idea what to expect from the experience. She had heard stories of the boys getting mutilated on the sands. Some even dying, she secretly hoped that wouldn't happen on her first watch at a hatching. Assuming she was allowed to go that is.

[Avu]

It still struck him as being weird that he woke up just as the sun was going down. Vix still called it ‘night’, not ‘morning’, but it was a technicality at best; his brain thought of it as ‘morning’ even if he refused to acknowledge it as such. Regardless. Vix was grumpy when he woke up, be it morning, night, noon, or dusk. The look on his face when he slouched into the Main Hall did not speak of happy butterflies and rainbows; it said gloomy storm cloud hovering right over his head. Of course, that was a fairly permanent fixture (it even had a name), so Vix didn’t particularly acknowledge his mood as he checked the klah pots until he found one that was still hot and poured a cup for himself.

Noms! Yum!

At least his company – even if it was forced company – was more than capable of balancing out his pervading grouchiness. Rook nibbled sweetly at his ear, the Salamandyr humming in delight as Vix shoved a piece of a cookie at him, popping the rest into his mouth. He’d already experimented: Hard candies were the worst when it came to sugar rushes; cookies, muffins, and other baked goods were typically better. Avoid, however, cake, at all costs. Hopefully Rook would only get a little hyper, not go all-out bouncing-off-the-walls (literally). He was so not in the mood to cope with that today.

He hadn’t noticed Chehero. Although, even if he had, the likeliness that Vix would’ve spoken to her was fairly miniscule. The greenhandler didn’t do company, for the most part. Rook, however, did and he noticed. Shoving the last bite of cookie into his mouth, the Salamandyr offered a low chrrrr of greeting to the girl. Maybe she’d give him noms, since His wouldn’t? His tail flicked, Rook mentally calculating the likelihood of his going splat into her bowl. It was small enough that he risked it, leaping off of Vix’s shoulder and flapping his wings hard, ignoring Vix’s startled “Hey!”

Rook landed right next to Chehero, tumbling ungracefully as he hit the ground, but it didn’t stop his cheerful Hello, pretty, hello! He flicked out his wings, folded them back against his spine, and bounced carefully closer to her. Some people didn’t like Salamandyrs – hopefully this one was open-minded enough to let him love on her (and sneak candy out of her, more importantly). Mooornin’~

“It’s night, actually,” Vix snapped at Rook over the mug of klah, finally turning to actually look at Chehero warily. He curled his fingers around the mug, lips staying within a few inches of it, and blinked in greeting. “How long’ve you been sitting there?” That was just how observant he was, of course.

[silver18]

Chehero hadn't noticed Vix's appearance in the kitchen, her back being to the hearth and all, but she couldn't miss the strange unfamiliar sound off to her side. Head popping up to see where the sound had come from only forced a groan from her lips. She had company. The harper finished the last bite in her bowl and mentally debated on whether she wanted more and just how much she would get her new company offended if she: first took her bowl and left or secondly asked her company to get if for her. Deciding that neither option was worth the trouble she prepared to climb out of her seat and turn to the hearth to refilled her bowl. Placing the roll of bread she had in her hand beside the now empty bowl.

Movement stopped her from taking any steps forward to filling her bowl, her eyes followed the form of an unusual creature towards the floor. Her first reaction was to stomp on the rather overgrown moth and scream painfully. But curiosity stopped her she had never seen a Salamandyr before, let alone heard or seen them as companions to the weyrfolk. Bending over curiously to get a better look at the unusual being. Chehero was shocked into standing as it spoke to her. As it came closer Chehero bent down once again scooping the small creature into her hands. "Now where did you come from." Sitting back down depositing Rook in her lap Chehero searched her pockets for something more substantial than the leftover piece of bread.

It was her experience that small creatures, mainly the firelizards, loved small treats and she hopped against odds this one was no exception to that experienced rule. Though the small creature looked similar to the well known firelizards it certainly wasn't one. Legs where to thick, wings to small or she was sure it had wings a moment ago, thus her mistaking it for a moth. Its body overall was much thicker than the whip like flits. Pulling out a round ball of sugar she offered it to the small lizard.

Smiling as she studied the small creature her frown of displeasure quickly flushing her face as the guest spoke. Technically it was early morning so the small creature was right in saying morning. But she wasn't about to correct the rather grumpy man and start a fight, she avoided that outcome as best she could. Shifting in her chair she looked down at the small creature back up to the man, putting two and two together. So that was where the little guy had come from. "Your's?" She quietly asked just to be sure she was right and not jumping to random conclusions.

Blinking as he asked how long she had been there her face had not changed she had been here for hours unable to sleep, hadn't this cranky looking man noticed her sitting in the chair. No of course not she was a girl. She had even been sat on for not being seen a time or two at the hall why would here, though strange as it was, be any different in seeing her. Sighing to let out her frustration she calmly answered, "I've been here for a while. I was about to ask you how long you had been here."

[Avu]

Hello, pretty, Rook repeated happily, and nuzzled Chehero’s thumb, content to be picked up. The spines that lined the neck, lacking the membrane to properly be called a frill, flared out briefly, the dark purple-blue Salamandyr humming a counterpoint to his words. Lovely. He licked her finger, tongue rasping dryly over the pad of her thumb. Rook didn’t really like the salt taste – he much preferred sugary sweet, thank you – but it was still a sign of affection well-known among humans and that was his point; friendly, see?

The offering of sugar earned a delighted chattering, Rook rubbing his body against Chehero’s fingers like a feline, taking the sweet from her. Thaaank you pretty, he announced, licked her fingers again. So lovely~ The words were emphasized by an outward flick of his wings, tail twisting around her fingers to anchor him in spot as he reared onto his hind legs, classical meerkat pose, and began to lick and gnaw at the ball of sugar. Could he keep this human? He would trade, even, because this one gave him sugar and ohhh, he loved her. He did. Nice, Vixlove, he added to His, admonishing.

Vix ignored Rook, a feeling of definite resignation already sweeping through him. The minute the sugar rush hit, he’d have to get Rook out of the kitchens were he wouldn’t bounce straight into a pot of boiling water or something – not to mention the Drudges would probably hate him for unleashing a hyperactive Salamandyr on them. Too late to take away the sugar, though; the last time he’d tried to pull candy away from Rook he’d been bitten, hard enough to draw blood. Pleasant. The girl’s question was answered with another, faintly sleepy, blink.

“Unfortunately,” he agreed dryly, and then mouthed “oh” in response to her statement. Well. Go Vix, Master of Observations. Details like people he didn’t know never really registered, especially when he was still sleepy. He took another swallow of klah, eyeing Rook warily. “The Kitchens? Five minutes, tops. Um. That Salamandyr’s probably about two minutes away from literally bouncing off the walls on a sugar high. Word of warning.”

Am not, Rook protested around the sugar, which was disappearing at a positively alarming rate.

“You’re a lying liar that lies,” Vix replied, eyes narrowing at the Salamandyr. “You’re also going to die if you stay in here. It’s like a freaking torture chamber.” Chopping knives, open fires, things being boiled and cooked, people walking around; you name it, the kitchens had it. Not dangerous to a human, probably, as long as they weren’t given to clumsiness, but for a Salamandyr hyped up on sugar, definitely suicidal. Wasn’t he lucky he happened to be Bonded to that Salamandyr?