Logs:Fixing Jackets, Taking Whiskey
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| RL Date: 16 February, 2008 |
| Who: Amerie, N'thei, Niena, Laylia |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| When: Day 28, Month 4, Turn 15 (Interval 10) |
| Fixing jackets, taking whiskey. "I'm telling you." What he's telling must wait, for N'thei pauses in the middle of whatever point he's attempting to make to shovel a bite into his mouth, to pack it fuller than it ought to be for mid-conversation. He chews behind his hand as quickly as possible, wins over a grin from the brownrider huddled with him at a side table, poring over some hide spread between them. "This works but you really have to be braced for it or you'll catch your hair on fire." In unsurprising contrast to the Weyrleader, Amerie is without company and seems content with that, as she makes her way between the tables and away from where she was presumably sitting. Though from the lift of her chin and her swift stride, it looks like she's not paying much attention to her surroundings - though her dark gaze is sharp enough to catch N'thei at the side table, huddled or no. With an arch of a fine brow and a quirk of her lips, she edges in that direction. Niena strides into the cavern from the lower caverns. Niena has arrived. The talk is animated, the two men using their hands and forks in sweeping motions that make little sense without context. Comments like "duck fast enough" and "crisp your eyebrows right off" are not uncommon from where N'thei and an older brownrider talk-and-eat together at a side table. Amerie's less boisterous, no surprise there, just now edging toward the pair of riders. For a second, while he's got another too-big bite going into his mouth, N'thei catches Amerie's arched brow and quirked lips with a quick-smile glance back at her. Then; "I'll try it, really think Wyaeth or me or both will wind up in the infirmary afterward though. Don't look so broken up about it." Catching enough of the conversation to look less-than-impressed as she comes up to the corner of the table, Amerie has no problem with stating to N'thei flatly, "That sounds like one of the stupidest things that you've ever said. And that's a long list to be at the top of." The brownrider gets a flicker of a glance, a bare nod; then it's back to looking at the bronzerider expectantly - fill in the blanks? Niena notices Amerie and N'thei together and detours for the table with the wine. Pouring herself a goblet she sits at an empty table, apparently waiting for someone. Satisfied; "Thank you. I try to better myself every day." N'thei leans back from the table, his fork tossed to his plate, his hand patting a belly that has to be overly full with as much as he was tossing down his gullet. The brownrider, grizzled F'rint, grins agreeably at Amerie while he scrapes together his dishes. "You've met? F'rint, this is Amerie; vice versa." Grizzled but polite, the brownrider balances his plate to offer a handshake. Apparently in one of her more imperious moods, Amerie doesn't do much more than look at F'rint's hand, then back up to the brownrider's face; folding her arms, she offers something near a smile. "I don't shake hands. But nice to meet you." N'thei gets a narrowed glance, noting dryly, "Bettering oneself through doing moronic things. Please enlighten me - how does that work?" Grizzled F'rint; confused F'rint looks questioningly to N'thei, his sizzled eyebrows raised before he says a quiet nice-to-meet-you-good-night and shuffles off, passes Niena with a nod on his way out. Not until he's well out of the room does N'thei turn a droll look to the dark girl. "Feeling uppity tonight, I see. Enlightenment will have to wait. That girl's name is Niena, isn't it?" He points-- the girl with the wine. Laylia strides into the cavern from the lower caverns. Laylia has arrived. "You're the one who called her that the first time I met her, so I /think/ so." Amerie's turned to look towards where Niena's sitting with a glass of wine with a little nod as well. Not liking the 'uppity' remark, she gives N'thei another look, then starts away from the side table they stand at, arms still crossed. "I suppose it will, but given I'm not about to like it, I guess it can wait a bit longer. Have a good evening." The dark girl is in some kind of mood apparently, as she strides for the caverns entrance. Amerie walks through the archway, into the lower caverns. Amerie has left. Laylia is perhaps a little sluggish in following after Niena, but she's still clasping in one hand what appears to be a partially filled whiskey bottle. However, she's not staggering around quite enough to have drank the missing contents by herself. It's still capped, and she makes her way towards the table Niena's gotten herself settled at without giving the living cavern too much of a once over. Niena shoves over to make room for Laylia, quietly nursing her wine and looking perhaps relieved as Amerie exits. N'thei's eyes will trail Amerie out of the room even while his thumbnail scrapes his lower lip in what could easily be taken as a pensive expression. It only takes a breath for the look to change, for a smile fit for public consumption to replace the look. He leaves his chair ostensibly to roll up the hide on the table, to dump off his dishes in the bin, but really it's to pass by the two girls. "What's gotten into everyone." A look finds Niena's wine, Laylia's whiskey. Laylia sets the whiskey bottle on the table beside her with a resounding thunk, and showing no further interest in the bottle. Amerie's departure is barely noted by her, for she missed whatever discussion was going on before she'd arrived. Only when N'thei speaks does her gaze draw up from the table and Niena, and even a sigh is offered before any words. "Who knows. Surely I wouldn't." She answers, and follows his gaze to the whiskey. "You're welcome to it if you want it." Niena just shakes her head, not a little confused. "Too much is happening at once, I think." N'thei is rid of his dishes before he contemplates Laylia's bottle, never out of earshot, asking of Niena when he returns, "Been quiet as a tomb here lately by comparison; what all is happening at once?" One hand resting on the back of a chair, the other plucks the bottle from the table with a don't-mind-if-I-do smile to the redhead, holds it label side up on his palm with a measuring once-over. "Now where would a girl like you get a thing like this." To look at the bottle would be to recognize it as one of I'daur's whiskeys, if one were familiar with them. Laylia just gives N'thei a knowing smile, letting him read into it whatever he might like. She then pulls the basket she's been lugging around with her a little closer to pull out the embroidery piece she'd been working on. "I haven't been a 'girl' for a while now." She corrects, fairly gentle in tone. Niena shakes her head as if to clear it. "Quiet as a tomb out here, maybe. In the nurseries I think every baby has decided to teethe at once, including some who already *have* all of their baby teeth. It's cacophanous in there." N'thei laughs at Laylia, subdued and distracted by the bottle in his hand, but nevertheless laughing /at/ her. "I've known few women who argue much about such a petty distinction, but I'll grant you the difference, miss." His ahhh, his half-nod to Niena is totally oblivious of however she's suffered in the nurseries, a man who know nothing of infants. "Need this more than I do?" He offers the drink, with it's telling label, toward Niena; he does not let go of it, mind. Laylia is unfettered despite being laughed at, just offering a pleasant smile in return to N'thei and then returning her gaze down to the embroidery and picks out a brown thread to continue threading through the fabric where she left off. "Thank you, weyrleader." She says softly enough, politely enough that perhaps it'll bore N'thei and he'll wander away. Niena shakes her head at his offer, saying "Between the klah and the wine I should be as messed up as I want to be." She glances over at Laylia, clearly more interested in the embroidery than in I'daur's purloined bottle. N'thei glances at what's got the attention of the both of them, embroidery; to him, it's about as riveting as a hangnail. He heads off a half-dozen steps like he'll leave without a goodbye, headed to collect a cup to match the bottle until-- "You do mending, miss? If I gave you a jacket with a hole through it, could you patch it up?" Head cocked, eyes tricked from needlepoint to Laylia. Laylia sighs a little as N'thei steps away, relief apparent with each step that he takes away from the table proper. The question brings her gaze up from the stitching, and an arch of a brow directed to him. "I probably could." She agrees, and then grins a little at Niena's comment. "I don't think you'd get that messed up on what you've drank so far.." Niena is only a few sips into her wine, come to that. As N'thei returns she rectifies the situation, though not in the gulps common earlier this morning. At N'thei's question she looks surprised, then looks to Laylia to see how she'll answer. From where he'd been sitting at the start of all this, N'thei brings back a riding jacket that has seen better days; the leather looks newish with few stains coal-stains, but the collar is half burned away on one side where thread's eaten through it. That's the part he turns to Laylia. "Yes or no." Niena's fast consumption goes unnoticed at the moment. Laylia looks to Niena who's starting to drink her wine with more enthusiasm, or at least quicker. Though, it could be that she's looking at the younger woman for an idea on if she should or not. But, that's all thrown to the wind when he's already went and got it and brought it over to her. She just holds her hands out to accept the garment after setting aside her embroidery. "Let me see, and I'll tell you." She says, looking at the damage and then assessing, "Yes." Finishing her current binge, Niena comes up for air in time to see the jacket and gasp involuntarily. Without thinking through who she's talking to, she asks in a hushed voice "Did it hurt?" She nods as Laylia pronounces her verdict, as if to emphasize it. "Good. The weavers have had enough of my marks this turn already." N'thei leaves his jacket in Laylia's keeping, drops it into her waiting hands with a last gesture of a thick forefinger to note the worst of the damage done to the lining. "You should probably slow down a bit, love." His voice is uncommonly sympathetic following Niena's hushed question, the one he foregoes answering. "Surely you don't think I'm going to do the mending for you for no payment at all, do you?" Laylia asks, but she's not asking for marks. She hefts the heavy coat on her lap to let it lay there, waiting for some smart comment, and to be told that she's not getting anything for her time. She wrinkles her nose at the smell of it, and then adds, "It needs laundered, too." Niena also nods to N'thei, her goblet sitting firmly on the table for the time being. She still seems shaken at seeing the threadscore up close, but manages a smile anyway at Laylia's reply. With an almost downright mischievous expression she awaits the answer. There are so many ways to take N'thei's flatly delivered answer, devoid of any particularly inflection so that too many are possible. "What payment did you have in mind." A coy question, prompting a flirtatious reply; a blunt one daring Laylia to ask for marks, just daring; a dismissive one that won't be paying her anyway-- pick a favorite! Quietly aside to Niena, amused; "It's just a jacket, miss, it didn't feel a thing." Laylia slides her fingers through the torn segment of the jacket, even as it weighs down on her legs. The question, which might prompt a flirtatious reply from other people only gains a smirk out of her. "One single meeting with you honestly trying to be polite to me. You should buy me that drink you owe in the Snowasis." She says, then looks to Niena to see what her expression might actually betray. Niena says "I'd never seen what it does up so close, though. I mean, I help out after falls like everyone should, but mostly in helping with the ointments and such." Her mind is turned toward more recent matters as Laylia sets her terms, and Niena actually giggles. "That sounds like a challenge." N'thei has come back to the same chair in all this, stands the same way with his empty hand resting on the back of the chair and his free one still minding I'daur's whiskey. With his chin cocked questioningly askew, he asks, "Do you think I'm being impolite to you now?" He glances at Niena, at her giggle, a furrow to his forehead; no help from that one. "You laughed at me, do you think that's polite?" Laylia retorts, and picks up the embroidery she'd set down and leaves the jacket laying over her legs. "I haven't seen much threadscore up close myself." She admits to Niena, and then quirks a bit of a smile at N'thei, and glances at the whiskey. "That whiskey was I'daur's but I still want some of it. Please don't drink it all." Niena finishes giggling and attempts to look all prim and proper, though it doesn't reach her eyes. She's definitely not going to be any help, though there's no actual malice, either. When Laylia mentions wanting some of the whiskey still, Niena blinks in surprise, but says nothing. "Sometimes." N'thei shrugs at Laylia's would-be point in a seemingly helpless way, the matter of politeness out of his hands. "Have it back to me within the week, and I will pay for your drink wherever you wish to have one, miss." He glances down at the bottle when the matter comes up again, quick to find a place for it in his pocket; what whiskey? "You'll get it after I get my drink, of course. I'll have someone tell you when it's ready, sir." Laylia agrees with similar formality, looking at Niena to see if she's recomposed herself after her giggling fit. "If you're seeking to fool me by hiding the bottle. I'm not drunk enough to have forgotten about it like the guy I got it from might get." Niena winces at Laylia's stinging criticism of I'daur, but doesn't contradict her. Instead, in all seriousness, she suggests "Perhaps one of the assistant headwomen can relay the message, since they have easy access to us and to the leadership?" The brow. Oh, how the brow twitches. N'thei works hard to hike that betraying bit of his expression back into line, but the momentary slip has been had. "I'd watch what I said about the weyrlingmaster if I were a guest at the weyr. Personally." He has no jacket to sling on to preface his departure, but it becomes evident the way he changes his posture and starts to the door. "A fine idea, Niena. --You ladies enjoy your evening, won't you." "I meant no malice. I truly like the man, he's quite sweet." Laylia says, as honest as she's ever been about what she's said. She then returns her attention to the embroidery, and looks up to see if N'thei is going to leave straight away or linger longer - when it's the first of the two, she relaxes a little and sighs softly. "You too, sir. I'll have someone contact you when the mending is done." She says, and looks to Niena quietly afterwards with a smile. "Thank you for the suggestion." Niena nods politely to the Weyrleader, as neutral as ever. "You as well, sir. Clear skies." She beams when Laylia thanks her, perhaps not used to her suggestions being taken -- perhaps because most infants just don't believe in the word "Hush". N'thei goes, before this devolves into a hairy discussion about the word sweet and the man I'daur; no one needs that to end the night. You walk outside to the bowl. |
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