Thursday 14th December 2000 7pm GMT

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[Sissi is in the midst of a spate of losing things. Today, it's her riding jacket.]

Grey stone arches a vast vault overhead, details of the ceiling all but disappearing in the shadows cast by warm, human-height glowsconces and the night hearth's flames; tapestries texture the smooth walls, looking down upon the raised dais, the expanse of tables, the flagstones left cleared for impromptu dancing.

A single broad archway, its carved pattern worn soft with time and passersby's touch, leads west into the bowl; two more, narrower but just as tall, give access to the bustle of living caverns in the south. Predominant looms the builders' masterpiece: the imposing staircase that twines up along the northern wall, leading to the weyr's huge kitchens.

Vintner Harry busies himself behind the 'bar'; nearby hangs the day's 'menu'.

A'ria and Zephre are here.

>> You sense that Zephre has glanced at you.

A'ria nods, her grin widening slightly, "Yes, dragons, indeed..." she raises an eyebrow, "I guess they can find something to enjoy in just about every situation...or at least that's the way Orsylth is..?"

Sissi slips in, bringing a small flurry of snowflakes with her, and makes a beeline for the fireplace, quite shivery. "Mornin'"

Zephre plunks herself and her double-strength klah down at the table, stretching her legs out in front of her, and shrugs. "I suppose so. Morning, Sissi." Wrinkling her nose over the steaming mug, Zeph waits for the warmth to spread to her fingers and face before sipping gently.

A'ria nods at Sissi, sitting up and taking her feet off the chair in front of her, grimacing at the marks left on the chair from not-quite-clean boots, "Morning yourself, Sissi..."

Sissi looks as if she'd cuddle the flames, if she could, but settles for getting just too close to the fire for prolonged comfort, "I think I'll stay in here till the snow stops. What's happening? Anything interesting?"

K'rill enters from the Bowl.

Zephre laughs softly, setting the mug on the table. "Mm. Besides the usual hectic business?"

A'ria shrugs at Sissi's question, not knowing much of what's been going on lately, anyway...'usual' business of late is beyond her at the moment.

K'rill fairly stumbles into the room, his riding jacket pulled way up so that all one can see is his eyes. A shake and a fine dusting of snow falls from his shoulders. Gloves are yanked off and tossed carelessly upon a table, then he moves to undo his jacket. Cheeks reddened with the cold outside apple with his grin, "Good day, ladies."

Sissi turns, slowly, letting the fire warm her up all the way around, "Hectic?" she questions, looking slightly worried, and then her gaze falls upon K'rill. "See, if I could find my coat, things'd be - less cold. Ugh."

Zephre eyes Sissi. "First blankets, now a coat - do I have to march you down to the Weavers myself?" She returns K'rill's grin, though, waving him to a seat. "Have you all eaten already?"

A'ria grins, shaking her head a bit, "Sissi, losing things, now, are you?" she nods towards K'rill, then takes up her mug of klah again, taking a careful sip.

K'rill might have, but he would be more than happy to have more in the food department. Coat is shucked off to be dropped somewhere in the general vicinity of his gloves. With a shake of his head, a few unmelted snowflakes are released, but all in all, his hair is rather damp. Zephre is awarded a generous smile as he takes up the offered seat, glancing to Sissi and A'ria, "What is this? Losing things?"

Now? It's just worse than usual, "If I had enough Marks even, I do know where it is," Sissi tells Zephre, "But I'd only lose them again, so what's the point?" Turn, turn, turn about. "And it's not lost, not exactly, just - misplaced."

A'ria grins wryly, thinking of all the things that she has lost, forgotten about, or 'misplaced' lately, Even some people have been forgotten in the last couple of Turns. Oh, well... She stands, dragging her coat off the back of her chair, slipping o it on and buttoning it up securely, "Well, hope you find it...wherever it is, Sissi..." she nods to the other two before starting to the door, "See you around..."

Zephre gives Sissi a stern glance. "Start keeping track. If we have to label everything, we will. You didn't fly sweeps without your coat, did you?" Some of Sirocco should've been out this morning, over Boll.

A'ria heads out into the immense bowl.

"I took it off," Sissi begins, "It's warmer down there, and it wasn't raining there either, for once, and then it wasn't there any more and I'm really not too sure where I left it. " And hard on the heels of that pronouncement, she sneezes.

Zephre shakes her head, glancing at K'rill. "I'll have to speak to someone about that. Maybe we should have the ground crews keep an eye out for falling garments?" Sissi's responsibility for her gear is something that Zeph should be worried about, she's sure.

Sissi looks defensive. "I didn't mean too, really. Maybe I should go back down and look for it some more, or something. I should have some time, later."

Zephre scowls. "You shouldn't have gone :between: without a coat. Or come back - it's snowing. You'll end up hacking your lungs up for the Healers if you aren't more careful. I can't have my wingriders down for entire seasons, you know."

Sissi scuffs her feet a little, "I lost it /down/ there, and I had to come back, I know I'm not meant to. And I shan't get ill, either, I don't want to start living in the Infirmary."

Zephre takes a bracing sip of klah, and feels rejuvenated. "Ok. Next time, stop by the Weaverhall. They're in the sweep area, you should be stopping in to check in anyway. They have a whole room full of loaner garments. Ask them for a coat to wear home."

K'rill has disconnected.

Sissi looks suitably chastised - or at least attempts to. "I didn't think of that." Obviously not. "Every time I go in there, all they do is complain about my clothing and try to take Marks off me for some new ones." At least that's how Sissi sees it.

Zephre wrinkles her nose, amused. "Hm. Obviously you've not been cultivating the right weavers. If anyone gives you trouble about borrowing the clothes, you ask for the Masterweaver or the Craftsecond. You're a Fort rider, don't let em bully you."

"They don't bully me," Sissi contradicts, "They're just -" A pause, "Well, weavers." She sighs. "I suppose I'd better go hope I can get in the stores round here." Sissi: loved wherever she goes.

Sissi disappears off, presumably to carry out said mission to stores.