Ista Weyr - Ista Hall Entryway
This is the Entryway for 'Ista Hall'. The Hall has been built out of an old excavated weyr. The entry of the weyr has been blocked off with a black wooden wall with a set of double doors. The doors have a large oval window in each etched with the device of the weyr, a smoking mountain. The entryway seems to be in a mix of styles with the walls and ceilings the natural rock wall, with a black stained wooden floor.
In the middle of the room is a reception counter in black lacquered wood with orange inlay around the edge. There is orange leather couches here and there about the room provide a comfortable place to sit. On one wall is a tapestry map of Pern with the Weyrs, Holds and Craft halls noted upon it while on another near the entryway is a map of Ista Weyr. There are double entry doors about the room leading to other parts of the Hall, as well as a door to the south that leads to the Sable Sands Bar.
It's a warm afternoon in Ista, the sky a brilliant azure with only a few wisps of cloud to cast dubious shade on the weyr. A breeze is sending them scuttling out to sea, leaving little trails of vapour in their wake. Out of the bright sun, the Hall provides a cool oasis, the air not terribly cold, but still and smelling faintly of citrus. Clad entirely in grays is a rather pale figure, almost ghostly, with hair long and tied back in a loose runndertail, the end brushing mid-back as he glances upward, idly studying the tapestry-map of Pern hung on one wall. His hands are clasped behind him, resting just below the last strands of hair, his shoulders down, relaxed. B'ky's knot may be that of the weyrlingmaster, though he's no lessons to teach today, instead apparently taking some moments to examine the Hall, and enjoy the current quiet.
X'hil is headed for the Hall this afternoon, clad in loose brown shorts, and a baggy beige shirt. There's a towel thrown over his shoulder, also brown. He seems to be headed for the gym, he's certainly /dressed/ for the gym. There's a tip of the head as he spots B'ky. "Ah. Sir." he offers as he passes, though he stops a few steps later, and glances back. "Er. Did you find what you were looking for in the caverns?" he asks, curious about clothes, /always/.
B'ky's leathers aren't entirely gray, the color so pale as to nearly be white, with white accents at the cuffs and very faintly embroidered design of cloudwisps on the back and down the outside of his pantlegs. It's certainly not any old item from the stores, unless the man has managed to uncover some hidden treasure somewhere. Though the newness of the garments and the snug tailoring at the hips and slim shoulders suggest otherwise. Only the boots, deeper grey with white lacing, look fairly worn, though perhaps it's only the everyday dust from the bowl. X'hil's entrance is noticed with a slight incline of his head, the bluerider's attention drawn from tapestry to bronzer, offering his own quiet, "Hello," with a faint smile, "Ah, I did fine a few things," said in answer, weight shifting slightly to one side, "although I had a few of them altered somewhat." Whether what he's wearing not has been altered or not, he gives no indication.
X'hil glances up and down at B'ky's leathers, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Hunh. Not bad." he has to admit, albeit grudgingly. "…those aren't what you found in there, are they?" The embroidery is noticed, and X'hil tilts his head to get a better look. "Nice work, there." he notes, clearly impressed. "Very good. Nothing quite like a nice set of clothes, I say. Expensive habit, though." he has to admit. "…anyway. What brings you down to the Hall?" he wonders, idly.
B'ky shifts his weight to the other foot, glancing down at his attire with a faintly self-conscious expression. "Ah.. thankyou," the man clears his throat quietly, with a slight headshake, "Mmh, I was able to find a few things, although these leathers are from my brother," arm raised to absently tug and adjust a sleeve, "They were a turnday gift, although I believe he's only done the embroidery himself. One of his mentors designed it." There's a polite smile about the 'expensive habit', the bluerider not commenting on that, instead glancing back toward the tapestry with a soft, "I've only been in Ista little while, and.. haven't spent much time here since the weyr games. I thought I'd take some time to familiarize myself with the weyr." Apparently, standing around staring at a tapestry counts toward this.
X'hil looks terribly sheepish when B'ky notices his glance, and takes a half step back. "I, uh, didn't mean to stare. It's, it's very nice work." he says, clearing his throat slightly. "Ah. Ah, I see. Looking around, and all. I know what that's like, spent most of my first, uh, stay, being constantly lost. I don't know, it's no Xanadu. Everything's all closed in, tunnels in the bowl walls. Some stuff outside, garden, beach, forests, but most of it is caves." he shrugs slightly. "Grew on me though." he has to admit. "Gym's nice, too. Just, uh, through there." he nods in that direction, though makes no move to head that way. "I'm, well, obviously not dressed for fine dining."
There's a soft chuckle, the bluerider waving off the man's words with a faintly amused, "Ah, it's alright. I imagine these aren't usual clothes for Ista." Or anywhere on Pern, really. Maybe colorful leathers were a trend in Fort, or something. There is, if one were looking, a slight tensing to his shoulders at mention of Xanadu, though the bluerider pauses, his turn to take a somewhat.. closer look at X'hil. "You.. were weyrsecond there at one point?" asked vaguely, the man somewhat uncertain, though he has to add, "Mm.. I spent some time being lost in Xanadu, when I lived there, although I suppose any new place takes some getting used to. He nods about the gym, a brief glance sent in the indicated direction, giving another quiet chuckle, "I suppose it depends what you consider fine."
X'hil tips his head modestly. "I… I was. For a while." he answers the weyrsecond query. "But, ah, I was also born and raised there. Knew my way around a bit. Possibly more than I should have." he clears his throat slightly, but there must be some pride for his inquisitive childhood, else why even mention it? "Impressed there, too. But, Ista is our home now. And a good home it is. Bit, ah, heavy on the booze, sometimes, but that might just be the company I keep. Still, have to work it off somehow, else I'll need to have my clothes re-tailored." There's a grin for the last bit, and the man nods. "True, good food and the right company could make even a picnic count as 'fine dining'."
B'ky gives a slight nod, re-clasping his hands behind his back, a habit he seems to have gotten into lately, stance relaxed still. There's a quiet 'ah' at the bronzer's explanation of being born and raised in Xanadu, B'ky murmuring softly, "I'm Fortian bred myself, stood on those sands when I impressed," eyelids lowering as his gaze falls to some fascinating point where wall and floor intersect. A thin smile threatens, however, if tinged with sadness, "I spent much of my youth exploring Fort's tunnels. I imagine, it's a habit of weyrbrats," faint glance at the bronzerider. He makes no comment on home, although a quiet breath is released at the talk of booze. "It does seem to have rather a lot of taverns," amusement re-surfacing, "Although, being its trade is tourism, I suppose that's understandable." Thin brows do rise, however, B'ky commenting, "I would have thought caring for a dragon would help with that," the bluerider himself built similar to a sapling, not quite willowy, but more lithe than brawny, nodding agreement about the find dining, "Mm, or simply good company," and here his gaze flickers to the bowl, possibly some particular company in mind as he says this.
X'hil raises a brow at B'ky. "Fortian, you say? Well, can see why you like the leathers, then. Aren't you hot in all that?" he asks, furrowing his brow slightly at … something. "…though, don't suppose I dresss any more for the weather, usually. This," he plucks at the loose shirt, worn over loose shorts, "is not usual for me." he rolls his eyes. "Y'know, don't think I've often /been/ in the various taverns, plenty of places to get booze if you know how, in spite of the temperance league. Or perhaps /to/ spite the temperance league." he muses, though there's a shrug. As for fitness, he shrugs again. "Tailored suits don't offer much leeway. Kinseth keeps me /fit/, but if I want my suits to fit, I have to keep /active/ as well, use more than just the muscles involved in keeping him cared for." he points out, with a slight shrug. "Search and Rescue drills were doing a fine job, but we're out of that now, so I've been looking elsewhere." Hence, gym.
"Mmm," B'ky shakes his head a little, "They're fairly light." It likely helps he's indoors, as well. There's only a slight smile at the talk of the Temperence League, thoug hthe bluerider makes no comment, politely nodding at the bronzerider's words. Though it might become apparent the men's attention has.. drifted. Indeed, as his gaze lingers on the entryway to the Hall, there is that characteristic, distant look most riders might be familiar with. Brow creasing just faintly, the man turns back to X'hil with another quiet nod, and then murmurs, "I suppose it can be difficult moving out of wing duties." Faranth knows, the bluerider's had enough trouble with it. However, he inclines his head, this time in farewell, as he speaks, "One of the weyrlings has come up with an.. ah, issue. If you'll excuse me," and stepping away, he hurries toward Avideth, who's landed outside.
