Logs:Betting On Niahvth
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| RL Date: 22 March, 2015 |
| Who: Farideh, Faryn, Zaridray, Edyis, Niahvth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: They've come to look at the eggs.. and make some bets. |
| Where: Hatching Galleries, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 25, Month 4, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Foggy. Damp. |
| Mentions: Irianke/Mentions, Cendon/Mentions, Lilah/Mentions |
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| For more giggles: <OOC> Zaridray says, "YES I WANT TO WIKI" In the early evening hours, despite the ill-tempered weather, the galleries are thrumming with activity as weyrfolk enjoy the unadulterated sights of the eggs on the sands. It's warm inside the large cavern and as such, Farideh, sitting down on one of the lower sections of the stands cross-legged, is wearing a thin yellow tunic over russet pants; her jacket is throw on the seat next to her. She's tearing apart a slice of bread idly, making a crumbly mess in her lap, but her eyes are on the multi-colored eggs in their sandy nests, and Niahvth too. Normally this many people would be off-putting, but so close after the clutching an empty gallery is hard to come by. At the entrance, Faryn's slight figure hesitates before committing to an entrance, which she makes efficiently and without disturbing too many people. She spares glance at the railing - which is full of weyrbrats pointing and ooo-ing - before looking around eyes lighting on a familiar face. She's hesitant, but no alternate option reveals itself, and presently she's settling next to Farideh, with plenty of space to keep them comfortable. "Hey," is her only greeting, but at least it's a greeting. Then, she turns her gaze to the gold and her clutch, her mouth twisted into a small frown. Zaridray is heard before he's seen. A bright, trebbly whistle echoes through the entrance before he wanders through. Such an entrance would be cheery if it weren't so very obnxious. At least the skinny youth has the sense to stop his whistling once he is actually inside the galleries. He wears a simple pair of dark roughspun pants underneath a goldenrod tunic with overly complicated green embroidery around the collar and sleeves. He looks almost ridiculously sunny, a nice complement to his cheery entrance. He stops at the railing at the bottom of the stands and surveys the current clutch with a keen eye. Green eyes travel slowly across the sands before beginning to scan the stands themselves. His gaze stops at the two brunettes seated together, those green eyes brightening appreciatively. He gives a slow nod in greeting as he saunters over. "Evenin,'" he drawls lazily in his Bitran accent. Fingers rise to his forehead as he doffs an imaginary cap at the young women. "Hey," the laundress returns brightly to the herder, going so far as to smile at the other girl. "It's noisy in here, right? I thought if I came around dinner that it would be empty, but--" Farideh pulls a face and tears a chunk out of her bread, which she rolls between her fingers instead of actually eating. "Have you seen them yet? This is my sixth time. They're lovely." She's gushing, still with that smile, acting completely as if their last encounter never happened; that is until Zaridray arrives. His imaginary hat is given a wide-eyed look, her lips parting in surprise. "Hello." Her hazel eyes flick to Faryn, full of question, and quickly lift back to the Bitran curiously. Once. I had to leave fast, though, and damned if Niahvth would move out of the way so I could see them all." Where her words might sound annoyed, Faryn's tone doesn't carry the same. Now she can see everything, but, alas, so can everyone else. Farideh's gushing is duly noted, and certainly the herder has something to say about it, but there is suddenly a Bitran, uninvited, and she stops look him up and down. But she doesn't reward bad behavior or interruptions, it seems, and she instead gives Farideh a shrug: I don't know him. Edyis slips in from the bowl, brushing loose dark curls over her shoulder as she peers into the noisy galleries, dark eyes a little wide at the number of people there. It isn't until she notices a few familiar faces that she dares to start in the direction of Farideh and Faryn and their companion. Zaridray leans haphazardly against the railing--if it looks like he's striking a pose, that's because he is. And it's a super cool one. His gaze travels back over the clutch on the sands, nodding in agreement with Farideh's gushing over the eggs. He turns back to the two young women seated together, then has the temerity to brighten his smile as the laundress returns his greeting. The herder can have one of those smiles, too, even if she seems less inclined to accept his intrusion on their conversation. As Edyis approaches he gives a slow nod to her in greeting, then adds a smooth "Hullo" after the fact. "Nice time to come admire the clutch, eh? I've never seen one before, personally," he adds, easily. If his forced attempts to make conversation seem awkward he's just going to go ahead and ignore it. "New to weyrlife in general, really." He nods vaguely toward the brand new residents' knot on his shoulder, which, in tandem with his Bitran accent, makes his newness pretty obvious. "Really? Every time I've come, they've been pretty visible, except when they're covered by sand," which apparently doesn't count in Farideh's book. Faryn's apt response on Zaridray is met with more hiking of her eyebrows, and a more in-depth studying of the blonde Bitran. "How long have you been here? Certainly, not since--" She frowns, not finishing her statement. "Early mornings are better. Not as many people since they're all going to work or sleeping, but Niahvth seems decent about showing off hers." Belatedly, she waves to the waitress, offering a fetching smile that only fades when she cants her head to Zaridray and asks the most important question of them all: "What's your name, new guy?" From the sands, Being referred to, Niahvth lifts her head to look up at the galleries and the people there. She might even be smirking at the mention. She might understand everything being said with a preternatural hearing, especially as she stretches and gets up to start turning eggs over, and in the process, rearranges the trios and duos of eggs scattered about the sands. "Bitra." A shark-like smile takes over Faryn's face, too toothy to be entirely welcoming. "You don't say. I never would have guessed." Peripherally, the woman notices Edyis, and at least her approach earns a full acknowledgement in the form of a small wave and a bit of shifting that, while it puts her closer to Farideh, also leaves room for her to join them on the bench without sitting in the lap of the closest neighbor. Most of her attention is afforded Zaridray, waiting for his answer until, "Oh, look. She's moving them." She jerks her chin sands-ward, towards the queen. Edyis tips her chin in greeting to the unfamiliar male, dark eyes taking note of the knot at his shoulder and too perhaps the inflection of his accent. "Hello." Softly spoken at the Bitran, and she smiles and settles in the newly opened space. "She has plenty to show off." A touch of awe in the young woman's voice. "Have the betting pools started yet?" "Not long," Zaridray assures Farideh, adding "Ray. Zaridray. But just Ray." The smile he flashes at that is positively beatific, which suits his angelic features. His expression falters as he catches Faryn's smile. His head tilts questioningly--and frankly, comically--to one side as he gazes at the herder. "Bitra born and bred," he admits, proudly. And to prove that he fits the stereotype he brightens considerably at Edyis's words. "The betting pools have certainly started. I'd be happy to note some wagers down for you, m'self." He produces a well-worn sheet of hide with a flourish and flashes that oh-so-sweet smile again, throwing in some eyelash-batting for good measure. "Ray." Now that they're all introduced and acquainted. "From Bitra." It's a dubious look that Farideh settles on the sweet-faced Zaridray, before she sighs dramatically and tips her chin up, to watch what Niahvth is doing. "It's kind of cliche, right? Bitrans and gambling," she notes as an aside, to Faryn, but it's not like she's being quiet about it. "Do you know Fort Weyr has a gambling institution? In their Weyr? To encourage their riders away from Bitra. That is just-- it's something." Then, it's back to staring at the eggs that the gold is shuffling around. "They are. I took some bets, last I was here," Faryn supplies, "and there are plenty to be found in Snowasis, if you talk to the right people. I've got twenty marks tied up, already." A grimace settles on her face - maybe that got a bit out of hand. As unquestionable truth that she knows the stereotype, she dismisses his offer with a wave of the hand, counting herself out of it. "I'm in deep enough, thanks." Farideh's revelation about Fort perks her up, slightly. "Really? And does it work, at least? I mean, maybe it just means Bitra's sending out scouts." Insert here a sly glance at Ray. From the sands, The last of the eggs are turned. Well, almost the last, Niahvth returns to the gold one centered on its individual nest and noses it gently, then uses a limb to twist it, but not turn it: merry-go-round dragon. She then lays herself down, obscuring view of the gold and half her clutch with it. Devious minx. The former scribe's expression turns wry at the offer. "Mm, forgive me if I wait. I only bet on a sure thing, and I know better than to bet with a Bitran." She chuckles lightly too, as Farideh tirades about gambling. "The dice is rather profitable from what Lilah tells me." The scribe notes before the gold moves, and the young scribe bursts into giggles. "Like dragon, like rider it would seem. Niahvth seems to be as playful as Irianke." She grins at Faryn, "I usually wait until the last minute to bet." Zaridray says, "Bitrans bet, to be sure," Ray notes, with amusement, as he overhears Farideh's quiet comments. He gives an appreciatively at Faryn's admission, glancing at the herder with something like respect. "Twenty marks. I hope you've been given odds as good as these," He gestures vageuly at the old hide in his hands but does not elaborate. This is super on the level, you guys. Edyis gets a sad shake of his head and a couple of disappointed tongue-clicking noises. "Betting's not betting if it's on a sure thing. No such thing as a sure thing, anyway!" Talk about Bitrans and cliches--this one is full of them. "Well, ladies, pleasure to make your acquaintance. Please do come find me if you've some marks to place on the best odds to be found throughout the 'Reaches!" He nods to each of the young women in turn, gives another doff of his imaginary cap and makes haste toward the exit--and the Snowasis. He's got more of his own wagers to place." "I don't know. I'd just be worried about Lord Cendon when he hears they're taking away from his tables." Farideh is thoughtful, after, though she does acknowledge Zaridray's leave-taking with a brief wave and a sigh. "Maybe Niahvth wants some privacy. It must be weird have people stare at you all the time," she notes sadly, and then stands, brushing the crumbs off her lap and wrapping what's left of her bread in a small cloth that she shoves into her jacket pocket. "I'm going to go read before bed. I'll catch you both soon." Her fingers waggle in a wave, and then she's moving towards the stairs and the foggy weather outside. Faryn's eyes follow the Bitran out interestedly, keen on his timing. "That was abrupt," she notes, her mouth quirking in disappointment when it seems Niahvth has really settled in. "Probably." The herder is on her feet too, with a nod at Edyis. "You're safer coming to me, for those bets, unless you've already got someone in mind. You're right about Bitrans." The weyrbrats at the railing are also leaving; if it's privacy the queen wants, she's got the perfect method of accomplishing it. Edyis laughs, "I suppose it was." She quips in reply. "I feel as though I have missed quite a bit in the last month." Scrubbing at the back of her neck sheepish. Then Farideh is leaving too and the girl watches her thoughtfully. "Twenty marks, I hope for your sake you win." Now grinning at the beastcrafter. "I will let you know when I have them ready." She says of bets. "You really did," Faryn agrees, darting nimbly down the few steps. "We'll compare notes. Good night." And she's gone. |
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