Early Morning Cup of Klah (open)

[E'ral and Agoneth]

m11 d 15 early early morning

E'ral's cane clicked lightly on the stone as he made his way to the dining hall. The man winced and cursed the early morning stiffness of his leg.

E'ral had woken with a start, still not used to the weyr he'd been told he could use. The darkness outside encouraged him to lay back down and sleep. That wasn't to be however, as he just could sleep any more. He had slept so much these last two days, that he hadn't the chance to meet the other weyrfolk or explore the curious weyr he now stayed in.

With a sigh the man had gotten up and thrown on a tunic, his knife belt, and grabbed his cane. Careful not to wake Agoneth, E'ral had quietly made his way out of the weyr.

E'ral made it to the dining hall with a relieved sigh, glad he had remembered where it was. The pot of of klah was warm, not hot, but he really didn't care. With a small grunt on the account of his stiff leg, the young man sat at the end table and looked into his klah, sipping occasionally. He sat and waited for the world around him to wake up.

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[N'la and Aereth]

Bad enough that rocks falling from the sky had taken her home, now they were invading her dreams. Vividly. Worse, she hadn’t been able to fall back asleep after waking up. Which, looking at the time, was remarkably annoying.

Aereth had drowsily suggested she stay awake, since she couldn’t sleep. She had somewhat reluctantly taken her lifemate’s advice and made her way down to the dining hall. Covering a yawn with the back of her hand, she glanced around, searching for the nearest source of klah. Finding a pot, which she was disappointed to discover was not very hot, N’la poured herself a very full mug, drank almost half of it at once, and sat with a thump in the nearest chair.


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(N’la’s not really paying attention to anything other than her klah, so feel free to decide for her where she’s sitting)