Logs:Feasting At Southern Boll
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| RL Date: 9 July, 2008 |
| Who: Paige, Berit, Acadia, Jendel, V'delin, D'kai |
| Involves: Fort Weyr, Southern Boll Hold |
| Type: Log |
| What: The candidates take a class trip to Southern Boll to enjoy some food, boar hunting and in V'delin's case - personality lessons. |
| Where: Gather Beach, Southern Boll Hold |
| When: Day 11, Month 1, Turn 17 (Interval 10) |
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| Acadia takes the plate with a smile, and a bow of her head in return. "Thank you, Dekelvai. I am quite hungry after a long sweeps shift." She picks up a piece of melon to sample and asks, "So how was the boar hunt, everyone?" A small child wanders up and curiously tugs on the tail of one of the canines turning the roasting spit. "Why should he not want a weyrmate?" Berit shoots back, glaring hard at the other candidate, and then she bends forward, trying to keep her gesture from V'delin, only to stick out her tongue at Dekelvai. Talk about maturity and manners! "If he minds his manners and learns confidence, I have every faith that he will find a proper woman in no time. Is that not right?" Cue bright, innocent eyes at the bronzerider, accompanied with a smile that looks a bit forced, before she addresses those questions. "To be a true gentleman, you would not tap someone on the forearm so familiarly, especially if you cannot even remember their name." She rolls her eyes skyward, but follows Dekelvai's assertions with her gaze carefully, looking for the flaws. They come out eventually, in that elbowing. Clearing her throat to gain his attention, she releases V'delin's arm and points to her own elbow. "You should say 'excuse me' and 'thank you, please'." "I haven't been here too long," Ven admits to Acadia. "Had duties myself earlier in the day, so if it happened, I must've missed it." He shrugs, then grins one-sidedly. "Remember our hunt when I was a candidate, though. Talk about a bunch of know-nothings with sharp pointy objects." There's a long, slow and steady stare at Berit. "Perfect. A proper woman. Just what I need. I guess proper women give gentlemen a smack at will, but we can't smack back." The words sound lovely; the tone, anything but appreciative. "Excuse you, and thank you, please," V'delin mis-repeats intentionally, then moves away from his would-be instructor to slop a plate full of the gather feast's delights. Over at the cooking pit, several apprentices carefully baste the meat with rich marinade. A small child wanders up and curiously tugs on the tail of one of the canines turning the roasting spit. Acadia hmmms and says, "If the candidates are so eager for lessons, perhaps we should have dodging lessons soon? Those are always good fun to teach, and we can get the needed supplies from the Weavers while we're here." Before she can say more she has to protect her food from an overbold bronze firelizard intent on theft. Xhaiden has arrived. Paige has busied herself for a considerable while with trying a little bit of everything off of the table, settled near it cross-legged and working her way through plate number two. Where she's putting all of this is anyone's guess; maybe she's got a hollow leg. Berit's spiel on manners is listened to attentively, as the occasional flick of her eyes betrays; as V'delin heads toward the food, she offers him a tentative smile, attention more arrested for the moment by the child wandering over to tug at the poor canine. The canines turning the spits at the cooking pit suddenly start barking at passersby. It takes a few minutes for the apprentices to calm them down. "You're most welcome, Acadia," Dekelvai replies dutifully, bowing out of the way (and coincidentally towards the food as well, snagging a plate of his own to fill) and swivels his head in surprise at Berit's delicate cough. "Oh, oh-" and he frowns slightly "-right, of course." An apologetic bob of his head toward the jostled apprentice is his stab at atonement, but it's half-hearted as Deke's clearly distracted by all this delicious, dripping, scrumptious, absolutely mouth-watering... oh, yes, he'll have a bit of this, and a chunk of that, and he certainly can't resist the tuber wedges, oh, they're his favourite! And perhaps an apple bubbly, no one will notice if he eats one a bit prematurely, will they? The tall lad piles the food on, mouth moving, already chewing on imaginary delectables. He glances questioningly towards Acadia: "On a full stomach? No thanks!" And, as he spies Paige, he grins cheerily. "Welcome to my home, Paige! Mind if I join you?" Doesn't seem as if /he/ minds, for he plops right down next to her and digs in. The tone is given a highly suspicious look, but just then she spots a few familiar faces. "Suvral.. Faran.. Vierlos.. Faolan!" Berit lets out a squeal of pure joy, scrambling away from the group from Fort to move - too quickly and unladylike one might note - towards the four weavers talking amongst themselves a short distance away. She greets them effusively and gets a cordial enough salutation herself, forgetting the food and the lessons for this greater distraction of old friends. Berit has left. Some BakeCraft apprentices change the team of canines turning the roasting spits, taking the old team for rest, food, and water. "That's a good idea. One of the harper candidates mentioned being concerned not too long ago, and it's good practice." For what exactly Ven doesn't say, but he grins mischievously at Acadia, then sets to filling his plate in much the same manner as Deke has done: too much of everything, interspersed with a nod and a wave of a something-leg to Paige. At last he's released from Berit's stern eye, and V'delin sighs, pleased, and indulges by eating with his fingers while he's still in line. Xhaiden strolls his way down the beach, having detatched himself from the main group of candidates earlier. He wears a sly little smile as he comes closer to the food, adjusting his pack on one shoulder and keeping one arm protectively around whatever he's stored away within. Sniffing the air he moves closer to those serving, not getting into line but peering around people to see what is on the 'menu'. A saucy bronze firelizard swoops out of the sky and steals a rather succulent looking ovine slice, just as an apprentice plops it on the plate of an Auntie. Paige has probably eaten a bit too much for dodging lessons as her grimace Acadia-ward likely indicates, but she returns Deke's grin with a cheery one of her own, even if he does plop down without waiting for a response. Chew, swallow. "Didn' know this was yer home, Deke, " is the first thing she says once her mouth isn't full of fruit here and meat there. "S'delightful. Very purty here. And warm, o'course. Even purtier from the air." One of the apprentices serving dinner at the cooking pit accidentally drops a thick slice into the pit. He quickly uses a shovel to cover it before the journeyman notices. One of the apprentices carelessly lets a leg of porcine catch on fire. It flares spectacularily before he can put it out. "Don't listen to anything Aeriste says," Dekelvai mumbles around a mouthful of... something... waving a fork momentarily emptied and then swiftly filled again. "We don't need dodging lessons. Please. Especially not after," and then another motion, now towards his plate, following through by scooping up a spilling bite and shovelling it in. "This." He finishes the sentence with a satisfied sigh, eyeing his remaining food though flashing Paige a bright smile. "It is, isn't it! 's nice to come back. Warm." And this last is emphasized, though only briefly, with a clink of his cup against his plate, and then he's nose-deep in the sweet redfruit juice. An apprentice realizes he's burnt some meat, and quickly throws the piece to the canines before anybody notices. "Just my suggestion, but those lessons could be useful." Ven uses the roll he's holding to tap his own shoulder, then shrugs and mumbles a few other comments through a bite of said roll. Plate laden with yellowtail, fried cheeses, fried tuber slices, and herdbeast slices, it's amazing he stays so lean. After swallowing, he laughs, his gaze wandering over the group and happening to catch that smug expression borne by Xhaiden. One brow quirks, but he otherwise doesn't react other than to snicker at the clumsy apprentices serving the meal, moving clear of them to seek out a seat. Acadia smiles slowly, disposing of her now-empty plate. "Sure you do, Dekelvai. All candidates need dodging lessons, because it keeps the fatalities and gorings down. But I might be persuaded to postpone them to their original scheduled time if someone asks nicely?" The hint is about a subtle as a sledgehammer, but hey. It gets the point across. The canines turning the spits at the cooking pit suddenly start barking at passersby. It takes a few minutes for the apprentices to calm them down. One of the apprentices serving dinner at the cooking pit accidentally drops a thick slice into the pit. He quickly uses a shovel to cover it before the journeyman notices. "S'much warmer than my home, " Paige assures Dekelvai, returning his smile. "Purty in its own right, too. We dun have so much green 'round all the time. Plenty more white, but much colder, o'course. And no beaches, either." Taking a contented drink of redfruit juice, the candidate gives a little sigh and eyes what's left of her plate. It might be time to move on to dessert. And as Acadia's words reach her, the slim girl's quick to add, "We'd all be real appreciative, ma'am. Won't it be kinda hard to be good dodgers if'n we're all stuffed full of this here feast? Please dun make us all get up and exercise right this minute." Plead. Because she's not going to be able to move once she polishes off dessert. Or something. Xhaiden has disconnected. One of the apprentices carelessly lets a leg of porcine catch on fire. It flares spectacularily before he can put it out. Over at the cooking pit, several apprentices carefully baste the meat with rich marinade. "You're from..." Dekelvai frowns thoughfully, then offers: "Balen, was it? Yeah, I'm starting to appreciate the snow at Fort, it's pretty enough, but /cold/." He nods appreciately out along the beach, eyes flicking along the sandy shore, and smiles a little, but swings his head around to bob his head earnestly along with the girl's words towards V'delin and Acadia. "Right. And we don't be so daft to stuff ourselves silly right before the Hatching, or at least we'll try not to, yeah? Be better practise if we had dodging drills, you know, in a bit. Once it's all settled." But these last few words are a bit distracted, because here comes his little herd of brothers again, laughing loudy and shouting the boy's name. He grins towards Paige, and, taking his plate with him, stands, plucking up slice of meat off with his fingers and chewing it down quickly. "Family calls," he explains, rather unnecessarily, as he rowdily calls back to his kin, moving away towards them. Dekelvai has disconnected. V'delin looks toward Acadia, head tilted in a manner that suggests she received the polite request she was seeking. He winks at Paige, then licks his fingers as he polishes off the rest of his plate's contents. Having spotted the smug and sneaky-looking Xhaiden in the distance seems to remind him of his own plots and plans, and he nonchalantly strolls off, disappearing in the area of the games and gambling pursuits. A small child wanders up and curiously tugs on the tail of one of the canines turning the roasting spit. Acadia nods to V'delin and says, "All right, no dodging lessons tonight or tomorrow. Everyone just have fun, and we'll talk more about lessons later." She stands up and makes her way to the pit, in order to get dessert. |
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