[Meeting] How the Other Side Eats (L'vey/Orren)

[lithle]

It wasn't actually unusual for L'vey to take a meal in the prison mess. Barely a glance was spared as he took a plate and settled at a table. Of course, the odd hour, halfway through the morning, meant there were few people around to spare a glance.

He pushed the contents of his plate around thoughtfully. He wasn't particularly hungry, though he hadn't eaten yet. And prison food really wasn't the most appetizing. Still, he'd need to eat eventually, or Faeth would start to scold.

And well I should, love! Shame on you, wasting good food. And I'll not have you starving yourself either. She'd given up nagging about his constant meetings, so she'd nag on this instead. Is that really the proper place to meet the boy?[/i]

I think so, yes. If he's to be a guard, he needs to know what he'll be guarding. Just as the prisoners need to see the world they're entering. And so, he was meeting the prisoners on the weyr grounds and the non-prisoners in the prison. It made sense to him, at least. Please send him here.

Candidate Orren! Her voice was the ringing of a great brass bell. Weyrlingmaster L'vey awaits you in the Prison Mess. Now, be prompt, child. He's not got all day and laziness is bad for the spirit.

[Inkwell]

Faeth called to Orren as he was washing up dishes from those weyrfolk that had already eaten. It wasn't technically his job, but he had been there and the dishes had been there and it had seemed almost a crime not to wash them. On a nearby shelf, Honey perked up head and chirred curiously.

It had been one thing talking to a dragon when she was right in front of him. It was quite another to hear a ringing voice suddenly in his head. He recovered quickly enough however, wiping his hands and (regrettably) leaving the rest of the dishes for whoever else happened along.

Just as it wasn't unusual for L'vey to take his meals occasionally in the Prison Mess, it wasn't unusual for Orren to occasionally work there. In his first turn at Warden's it had been his usual assignment, after all, as a junior cook with no say in where he worked and even less preference. Thus, it wasn't difficult at all for him to find the Prison Mess Hall and it was even less difficult for him to find L'vey. He just had to look for the man not wearing a jumpsuit.

"Weyrlingmaster," he said with a nod of his head by way of greeting, a nervous but nevertheless wide smile on his face. This was the first real big step and no matter how nervous he admittedly was, he was going to take it. On his shoulder, Honey snorted encouragingly, sticking her thin snout in his ear in a display of by-now familiar affection.