Logs:Iesaryth and Vhaeryth's Hatching Feast
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| RL Date: 2 November, 2013 |
| Who: Aishani, Alida, Edyis, Jo, Leova, R'hin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: The Hatching feast commences! |
| Where: Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 22, Month 2, Turn 33 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Aughan/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, G'laer/Mentions, I'zech/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Meara/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, Rone/Mentions |
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Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr Stalactites hang high above this enormous cavern like a jagged chandelier or an inversion of the Spires themselves, but shadows cling to them instead of light. Below lie great tables arranged in rows, each large enough to serve a fighting wing, while in the nooks and alcoves around the cavern's edge sit more sensibly-sized tables, from six- and eight-seaters down to intimate spots for just a couple of diners. The only really open space is around the kitchen entrance, smelling of food and rarely quiet, and by the nearby serving tables with their long buffet of the day's offerings. Tapestries on the smooth walls -- some faded and others newly woven -- only slightly mute the sea of sound when a meal is in full swing, but they add cheerfulness augmented by the glowlight from wall sconces and the centerpieces of each table. Still, shadows always creep along the ceiling and into the mouths of the exits -- the myriad small hallways at one end of the cavern and, at the other, the twisting tunnel to the bowl near an array of coathooks and and hatracks -- and late at night, when the glows are allowed to dim, the chamber can seem very dark indeed. The trip from galleries to caverns is relatively short, albeit broken up by freezing cold weather in the interim. R'hin's keeping pace with Jo, pausing just in the entrance to run a hand through his hair, and glancing at Jo in apparent deferral. He's the interloper here, even if he does happen to know every inch of the Weyr. For once, Alida's glad for 'Reaches chill, as it banishes the heat left over from the Sands she endured. Done with handing her former charges over to Quinlys and Co., the bluerider stalks into the cavern with a small smirk, her gaze filtering all around to see who's already there, and who's arriving, yet to arrive. The first table she heads to is the one with the GOOD booze. Despite Jo being more missing in action than not in the public eye, especially since the accident of the former Weyrleader, there's still some swagger left in her as she leads R'hin into the cavern. With things starting up along with the place filling up with people, she turns towards the bronzerider with a nod towards the drinks table first before starting to lead them there. "If ya know of my reputation, R'hin," she goes on to say as if the conversation continued, "then, really, I should be both curious and suspicious of ya wantin' to drink with me, rather than the other way around." There's the look over her shoulder in interest, nodding towards those few riders greeting along the way. Aishani is a little longer in getting to the party then most, mostly because she's taken the opportunity to change into something warmer on her way over. She's accompanied by N'rov, who does her the favor of getting her a drink before he winds his way off into the crowd to greet some of the Fortian contingent visiting. The goldrider gives him a long-suffering look in parting, but she doesn't seem all that put out by her temporary abandonment. That makes it easier to get caught up, after all. "It's because of your reputation that you're exactly the one I want to drink with," R'hin replies in an easy undertone to Jo as they head for the indicated table. It's probably force of habit that, as they walk, his hand hovers near the small of her back. The Monacoan, too, is watching those they pass, returning the occasional greeting just as smoothly. "I'd try and get your Acting Weyrleader drunk but, though irresponsible is my last name, I'll bet he'll be closeted with those Holders all afternoon and I don't get paid to deal with that shit anymore." Pouring herself a large stiff one of the Weyr's best whiskey, Alida can't help but noting R'hin and Jo's advance on the same table she's currently at, the bluie slowly turning, then lifting her drink to the Monacoan and her wingmate. A sip later, "Interestin' Hatching, neh?" The way her pale brows lift some, the little smirk playing about her lips likely promise a wealth of unspoken nuances to those simple words. "S'been a long time since a man's complimented the likes of me like that," Jo notes on reputations, and it almost sounds wistful. It's likely she knows the positioning of his hand, too, but the bluerider seems content to let it rest as it will since she gives him a once-over. "I've seen ya around," she finally says, her dark gaze on his face again. "I feel I should be knowin' yer reputation, darlin'. No one comes drinkin' with trouble on purpose." But his last - a brow lifts and they reach the table. "K'del," she says the man's name as she looks over the selection. "Ya were Weyrleader once." Seems like, she knows something at least about the man. That's when she notices Alida, and the woman nods her a greeting along with a wry, "Ya can say that again." Shani may already have a drink, but that doesn't mean she can't meander her way in the direction of the drink table even so. She can drink fast, and she can pick up bits of conversation along the way besides, lingering a moment here, a beat there to listen to a recounting of the discussions in the galleries, an argument over what actually happened. By the time she's actually spotted the people she knows at the drinks table, she's a nearly empty glass to tilt their way generally. "Who doesn't come drinking with trouble in mind? It's no fun otherwise," R'hin's retorting to Jo with a sidelong grin, that only widens at that wistful tone. There's a particularly unhelpful shrug at her comment of his reputation -- the bronzerider's not apt to help. It's only when she guesses Weyrleader that he makes a face, with the concession, "A long time ago." His attention shifts from Jo towards Alida as she speaks, earning a brief smile. "They're all interesting in some way, but watching Bloods posturing isn't entertainment unless they pull out soft bats and start wailing on each other." That seems to serve for greeting until introductions are made; he's looking at Jo quizzically, "What's your poison?" Alida makes as if to repeat herself when Jo responds to her in that fashion, but she's only kidding, and the guard's lips close again, a wink offered to her wingmate before the blonde takes another sip...and sighs in pleasure. GOOD stuff. R'hin's words have her studying the bronzerider quietly for a few moments, then noting in her clipped, mile a second accent mixed-accent, "Why 'soft?' If yer gonna use bats, make sure they're the real thing." A dark little bit of a grin is followed by another, easier, "Alida, blue Ilicaeth's." And, judging by her lack of inquiry of the man's name, she already knows who he is. The first does win R'hin a crooked grin from Jo at last, looking as if something inside has her relenting the dour face she's been sporting all through the hatching. Well, mostly. "When I say it, folks think there's at least one body lyin' at my feet by the end of the night," is her quip to that as she looks toward one of the hard liquors. She regards his face when she makes the connection on past leadership, that getting a blip of interest from her as she says, "And ya look quite well, havin' survived it. We should toast to survivin'." After a pause, his question gets a gesture towards the whiskey as she says, "Anythin' strong." She then shakes her head to Alida as she adds in on hatchings, "Bloods, startin' anythin'. Almost felt like home in Keogh." Alida would understand, considering, and once she spot Aishani approaching them, something easy stealing over her as she nods towards her. Only quick enough to catch Jo's last, Aishani has something of a smirk about her lips as she comes within earshot, finishes her drink. "Any idea what they were starting?" she asks the bluerider, ever polite, but to the point about it, dark eyes sharply curious. Once the important bit is over with, she can get to the niceties; with a smile for R'hin, "High Reaches duties to Monaco." Then a nod for the blonde bluerider. "Alida. Thank you for the help this evening." "Blood whines the loudest when they feel legitimately aggrieved. You'd never get rid of them if they were hard bats," R'hin replies adroitly to Alida. As she offers her name, he nods thoughtfully, "Impressed out of the last clutch?" Someone keeps tab, apparently. Jo's words earn a dark, pleased sounding chuckle, "If that's your normal good night, then I'm looking forward to it. Strong it is." He steps closer to the table, perusing the selection: when he turns back, it's with two glasses of clear-looking liquid, offering one to Jo before tipping it in silent toast. The Monacoan manages a brief sip before Aishani's greeting, and his voice is a little rough when he replies, "So formal?" He certainly isn't. "Nothing you can do about them, but the hatchlings -- new group of kids to mold to your whim?" The faint twist of lip might indicate he's joking, but then... it's R'hin, and there are stories, so who knows. "That's mah partner..." Alida notes with wry ease of Jo, the fair-haired bluie then seeking to lightly bop her unoccupied hand's knuckles against the dark-haired female's own. A bob of head for the other's word of R'hin's survival of 'Reaches evolves into a laconic little smirk-grin as Jo speaks of Holders, the younger bluie then noting softly, "Runner-shit crazy, all uv 'em. Some just know how ta hide it better than others." Her wingmate's nod over her shoulder has the guard slowly pivoting to notice Aishani's closing with their little group, a lift of glass to her offered, as well as a low, "Interestin' hatchlings. Bet Iesaryth's happy ta have 'em out 'n about." As for her help, "Not my typical...but I figured we could cover it when Quinlys asked." No word is mentioned of her hurried frenzy and the cussing it brought about just as the humming began...nor of her primary function out there on the Sands as 'guard,' not weyrlingmaster. For R'hin's reply comes her own easy, "Ya make it so they *can't* whine anymore." Wink, sip. A shrug of shoulders is offered to the man's inquiry. "If ya' mean the double clutch, then yes. One previous ta' Hraedhyth's single one." Green eyes flick astutely between the bronzer and goldrider at their exchange, but nothing is said about it. "It was a whole lotta dartin' back'n forth before shit hit the galleries," is Jo's best summarization of the events beyond the sands. She seems more interested in putting in to Aishani, "All went well, beyond that. I have somethin' for ya so we'll talk when ya get some privacy," which obviously won't be at that moment. She gratefully take up the glass being offered from R'hin, nodding her thanks before toasting. "Oh, a good night? We don' need a dead body for that, darlin'," comes bold, the words falling too easy from her lips. "If K'del won' drink with ya, I'll be more inclined." She's definitely eyeing the exchange between goldrider and bronzerider like Alida, finding it more of an amused interest up to the knuckle bump from the fellow bluerider. "That Gallagher....G'hael?" she sends her way then, looking askance. "Ya know him well?" With a shrug, "When the situation demands it. I'd hate for the Weyrwoman to claim I've been lax in my duties greeting people, etcetera. The hatchlings... seem like a good lot. Iesaryth and Vhaeryth rather thought them too slow, so they'll be encouraged to be quick about things at least." Aishani gives a bit of an eyeroll for that, glancing R'hin's way with a smirk - she's just quick about finding a refill. To Alida, as she finds a bottle, "Definitely, yes. The eggs bore her. Actual dragons are fascinating." As she's filling her glass, she has an arched brow for Jo, interested, but unwilling to say more than, "All right. As long as it went well. They do need to talk, Holders. They're so rarely together, and who wants to put some things to paper?" She'll drink to that, even - though she's interested in info on the newest greenrider. "They may be evil, but they're a neccessary evil. Unless we can self-sustain in the next Pass--" there's a rush of intentness to R'hin's response, but he snaps his mouth shut partway through his response to Alida, instead taking a deliberate gulp of the hard, clear liquid that means he has to focus on the sensation. Meanwhile, his gaze lingers on Jo at her bold words, a smile creeping up as he says, "I'll hold you to that," in a low voice. Maybe she's that distracting; it takes him a moment more to pick up the thread of conversation. "If their biggest complain is the hatchlings are too slow, that's a good thing. It's the quick and cunning ones you have to watch out for. You run across any in this bunch, let me know?" Hard to tell if he's really that interested or just making conversation. A knowing little nod for Aishani's words of her own lifemate's proclivities presages a grin for Jo at their knuckle bump, then an answer for both women in, "I *think* I overheard staff mention 'is name's G'laer, now. Suits 'is personality... Glare. G'laer." A low chortle and a sip of fine whiskey later have the blonde listening to the others more, then riveting her greens for a second to R'hin as he speaks of necessary evils and such, the younger bluie finally attaining a decent poker face. A quick flick of green eyes all around to assess their surroundings heralds a quiet, "At least Ienavi took it in decent spirits." Not letting anyone from Nabol sit in the VIP area. "Didja' see Rone, though? Little agitator." Smirk. Jo nods to Aishani's first answer, not putting further response to it before R'hin's reply on the Holders draw her attention -- or rather, when he cuts himself off. Perhaps that's the reason she was looking his way when he responds to her bold words, the bluerider merely answering that with a brief lift of her glass before she drains it down. "I agree on the quick ones," she states on the hatchlings, seeming to keep her counsel on the topics of the Holders since she offers nothing herself. Tacuseth was quick'n cunnin' from the moment he clawed his dragon ass outta that egg of his," and yes, that's pride being heard in her voice. She nods on the Gallagher's new name, frowning only a bit before she states, "G'laer. Think he tried to bum free drinks off me the other night. His personality," and she's only giving Alida a look to that before draining her glass dry. Shani'll be arching fine brows R'hin's way now, over her glass. She takes a drink before, "Oh, I don't know. Jo and I might need them. We can't go about just telling people who the useful ones are." Her dark eyes are bright as she looks over to the bluerider. "That's no way to plan for world domination." Anything going on between the bronzerider and bluerider, she's polite enough to pretend to ignore, nosy people. Pursing her lips a touch, she notes, "Agitator. If it were only that." A pause. "Did you notice if he was staying, Rone? I'd imagine not." There's a short laugh at the idea of free drinks from Jo, of all people. "You set him straight, I assume." The talk of the Holder situation seems to interest R'hin less: his attention wanders, though it almost seems deliberate. He's watching the various groups in the room, his foot tapping briefly to the harper's tunes. To Aishani: "I'll find out, anyway. It just means I have to work a little harder for it." And judging by the wrinkle of the bronzerider's nose he's reluctantly willing. As to the talk of G'laer, the Monacoan asks the group in general, "You'll point him out to me? Hard to fault a man who gets an A for effort, even if it's an F for execution." "Ilicaeth was deliberate...like 'e was stalkin' all uv' us..." Alida notes of her own blue, mostly to Jo. "Imagine combinin' Tac 'n 'Caeth. Nobody, nothin'd' escape." Smirk, drink. As for the newly-minted G'laer, there's only a crass little grin. "Oh yeah, he c'n be a putz sometimes...but then, so c'n *I*." Smirkie. "He's got a baby now ta redirect 'im." A rampaging green baby. And just about then, Shani's words of world domination touch her ears, making deep, clear greens twinkle just a hint, though 'lida keeps her own council until the subject of Rone comes up again. "Well, I really shoulda said Aughan. Overheard *he* was maybe tryin' ta invite 'em both over into the VIP section. Uv course Rone'd be eager fer that little advancement uv his position in the eyes uv others." Cue a small eyeroll at damned Holder politics. "Nope. Got too involved in all the racin' around on the Sands, at that point." A low snicker-giggle forms at the goldrider's knowing words of Jo providing *any* schmoozer with free drinks, much less an unknown former-candidate. Still, her eyes do occasionaly flick to R'hin, ears kept even more alert for his words...and when they come, the bluie's shrugging. "Even if we do, y'd have ta go through Quinlys." Pause, slow grin. "At least Meara ain't in residence anymore... plus ya' could maybe wiggle some prize spirits 'n possibly win yer way through ta speak ta him." Oh yes. Though she's never spoken a word about it to anyone, Alida knows of the senior WLM's enjoyment of booze...even when it's sneaked in. On the useful ones, Jo has to agree with short laughter and turning towards the table to refill her glass. The Monacoan bronzerider gets a genial, "Ready for a refill?" since she's pouring herself one, too, and she snorts on the question given on G'laer and his alleged drink mooching as she straightens up. "I was my sweet'n positive self," she sends towards Aishani with that enigmatic smile. "If I was any sweeter, he'd keel over with rotten teeth. Then I saw the white knot'n and I laid off him. I'll definitely point him out," she then sends to R'hin with a grin. "I meant to ask, though," she adds in continued study to the bronzerider, "if ya come 'round here just for the special occasions'n gettin' someone to drink?" There's a lopsided grin and a shake of her head for Alida on their crazy dragons, she puts forth instead to her, "Ya lookin' to be doin' assistant weyrlingmaster work, hm, after ya gotta taste of it?" Dark eyes have narrowed as Aishani nods to the bronzerider, if a touch absently, watching the crowds with sudden interest. Alida's words only have her more thoughtful, though she's paying enough attention to tell Jo, amused, "R'hin is always good for encouraging people's vices. If you'll all excuse me?" She looks back to the group of them, glossy curls bouncing, expression apologetic. "I should find N'rov and make sure we make the appropriate rounds. It's nice to see you," she tells R'hin. "And I'll talk to you later." That's for Jo, before she starts off into the crowd. There's a reaction from the Monacoan when Aughan is mentioned, though it's more of a non reaction -- R'hin casually looking away as brings his glass to his lips and gulps down the remainder of the liquid in one hit. A brief, dark chuckle from the former Weyrleader at the mention of Meara. "Bet she's enjoying retirement. And booze, I can supply." Speaking of, he's stretching a hand out to hand Jo his empty glass, with a wry smile. For Aishani's departure he's quick to reply, "Come by Monaco next time you need a break from the weather," before his attention turns back to Jo. "Just special occasions," he confirms, "Made a promise to... your Weyrwoman." Amongst other reasons which he doesn't elucidate, his expression casual. His gaze goes towards Alida, curious at her response to Jo's question. Indeed, their two blues are quite alike in some interesting ways - as are the women who ride them - and Jo's grin meets with a shaggy hint of low laughter from Alida, who tries to clink her mostly-drained glass to the other Glacier rider's...until Jo inquires *that* of her. Cue a falesly horrified, but still earnest face. "Fuck *no*! I'd likely wind up chokin' most uv' 'en half ta death. No patience with kids. They likely wouldn' survive my kind 'a discipline." The Guard type. "Later, 'Shani." She almost blurts out a typical 'Alida-ism' to the departing weyrwoman, but instead - and for once - thinks better of it, and refrains. Back to the other two riders she turns, making a slightly pouty face at her diminished glass of whiskey, even as a look up on the sly from the corner of her eyes spots R'hin's reaction to Aughan's name. Interesting. As for Meara, "She deserves it. Crazy-ass woman, dealin' with mixed-up, confused pairs all that time." Snort. Promises to Azaylia, however, garner more interested from the blonde, and she quirks her head at the Monacoan as if to say, 'Please, go on.' "Vices," Jo echoes that one, but Aishani's heading off and the convict rider is murmuring a "Later," in her wake with a lingering glance. She then takes up R'hin's glass and refills it quickly enough as she comments, "Ya seem to know her well." Aishani. She's amused by it, even, since she tacks on, "So ya'll encourage my vices, then?" before handing his glass back. She clinks her glass to Alida's gently before trying to maintain a cool face to her wingmate's explosive response on being a weyrlingmaster assistant. "Heh, ya don' say, ex-guard?" is her quip to that. "I'd've thought it would be up yer way more than mine. No one would put me near influential minds. I'zech's bad enough." R'hin's answer on his special occasions gets a nod from her and a "I get that. Monaco ain' a bad place to lay yer head, either." Certainly, R'hin seems to be regarding the pair of them with pale, interested eyes, a smile curving his lips upwards. The talk of the former Weyrlingmaster has the bronzerider adding, "Meara was a good Weyrlingmaster. Trust me, High Reaches has had far worse." While Alida might be encouraging him to continue, the bronzerider doesn't seem inclined, pretending not to notice her gesture. Instead: "Aishani's clearly jealous of me," he says with a dark chuckle. "My rugged, handsome good looks, my amazing talent at pointing out the worst in people, and my dab hand at drawing." Or something of the sort. For Jo, bland and straight up honest: "If you ask me to, yes." His eyes glitter with amusement, however. "Monaco... has it's upside and... other side," he agrees, noncommittedly, accepting his glass back from Jo. That he does (know Aishani well)...at least in Alida's eyes. Aside to Jo, "Are ya lookin' ta rack up yet *another* vice?" Smirk, clink. "Again, I repeat: Fuck no." Snerk. "You gotta have a ton uv patience with repeated fuck ups ta lead weyrlings. Do *I* fit that particular bill?" the woman facetiously inquires of Jo, with a roll of her greens. With R'hin's words of Meara and other, previous WLMs comes a quick quirk of a smile and a low, "I mostly approved uv Meara as one." Cue a subtle emphasis on that name. "Really? In yer time here...?" Or...? her next pregnant pause might subtly inquire. Whether she gets an answer or not (likely not), the blonde continues on after pouring herself another, slightly more spare drink, "What'd you say's the worst about the whole Nabol thing, then?" Forget about Monaco. "Oh, clearly," Jo teases R'hin on the departing goldrider as she nurses her drink. "Those are talents to laud. I can only imagine what could be learned of me that hasn' been yet." And then her vices, of course. Jo looks at his answer like a challenge to be taken, especially since she quips back, "Ya'll end up goin' home bloodied and piss-drunk with nails down yer back." Well, there's no apology for her lack of filter. "Then yer Weyrleaders will be breathin' down our own's back for the way ya were treated. All for satisfyin' one's vices." Then to Alida on the job, "Well....maybe not," she gives, laughing. "But it would have been entertainin'. For me." That's all that matters, right? "Someone should keep that G'laer in line," she notes wryly. Edyis ambles in from the candidate barracks looking quite content to be back in normal clothes and not dodging baby dragons or bumbling candidates. Cheeks puffed at the enormity of having to navigate to where the food is, she exhales and sets to the dangerous task of traversing the cavern for sustenance. How successfully she manages not to bump into, or get stepped on by anyone else is up for debate. Alida's guess that R'hin might well not answer her question is spot on. The first question, anyway: he answers the second. The worst thing? "That people are talking about it rather than drinking and dancing. And whatever this is, it's good." He's lifting the clear liquid to admire it. "I'll have to pester one of the serving girls later and find out where they sourced it. Good liqueur is rare." Jo's words quickly draw his gaze, less surprised and more intrigued by her forthrightness. "As you said... we're after a good night, right?" He lifts his hand briefly in her direction as if to belay her but: "Believe me, Oriane makes it clear anything I suffer outside Monaco sits solely on my head, normally because she's right and I brought it on myself. It's a fair arrangement." Leova might have managed to slip past Edyis without bumping into her, were it not for the tall, bulky brownrider who stalls out right in front of them. The dragonhealer's voice is low, an imprecation despite what should be a celebratory occasion, smoky as ever but not pleased. "You all right?" she says to the girl, amber eyes' brief glance marking her, ready to move on. Alida can't help but falsely fan herself at Jo's words of leaving talon marks down R'hin's back, the woman then laughing honestly for a few moments. Jo is a breath of fresh air to her. "I'm not put on Pern ta give ya reason fer shits 'n giggles, woman..." the blonde dourly informs her wingmate, waggling a finger at her as if Jo were an errant weyrling. "Apparently I was put here ta give *Ilicaeth* reasons fer such..." is then noted with an out-whoosh of breath and a faint eyeroll. As for G'laer, "Fuckin' pigheaded Crom Guard. Likely gotta use really subtle methods ta get inta' *that* head." Beat. "Maybe a pick-axe?" Smirk. On one of her typical eyeballings of the room comes the entrance of one of the candidates left behind on the Sands, Alida automatically noting Edyis' manner, state of dress, her bearing before turning back to her current conversational companions. "Yer no fun..." is muttered to R'hin's boring answer of her question, then noting to his lattermost statement, "Does that mean I c'n use ya as a punchin' bag when ya come visit? Gettin' tired uv the same old targets here." A pause precedes the blonde's sudden long look in the eye, a long sigh then escaping her. "Faranth damn it all..." In three gulps, she's pounding back her poured drink, shaking her head at its potency. "I gotta go fer now." Frickin' firelizards and their frickin' tendencies to want to eat 'abandoned' people food. For the bronzer: "Decent meetin' ya. Enjoy." For Jo: "Catch ya later, toots." "Gotta say, I'm likin' it myself," Jo admits on the drink R'hin's chosen, gesturing towards it for Alida. "I didn't even have to use my flask this time." That the Monacoan doesn't appear taken back by her crass words draws low laughter from her for his response to it. "That's the way they show they care for us," she states on Weyrleaders and their conditions. Fair arrangement, then," gets echoed, as if that seals some kind of deal between them. With a click of teeth to Alida, "Hey, ya've been willin' to provide noteworthy entertainment before," is all she says to that, though hearing the words 'Crom' and 'guard' does have some of that teasing fall from her face. But then she's leaving too, raising a glass to her as she heads off and says, "Catcha soon, darlin'. We'll go fishin', or somethin'." She also spots some of the candidates entering the cavern, too, through the crowd, but she's yet to spot any weyrling familiar to her. R'hin's chuckling at Alida's offer for him to be a punching bag. "But I'm only allowed on special occasions. You'd ruin my good clothes," he presses down his shirt like it's the most expensive thing he owns. "I'll see you later, Alida." It sounds more like a promise than a farewell from the bronzerider. As he watches her depart, his gaze catches a certain greenrider and now-ex-candidate. There's a smile sent towards Jo that has all the signs of understanding that a deal has been made; his hand stretches out to rest in the middle of his back as he murmurs to her, "Shall we make an effort to be more social? I see Leova's managed to ditch that bore of hers," also known as Anvori, "Shall we go grace her with our presence?" Edyis squeaks, jumping about six inches into the air before the first bumbled apology crosses her lips. "I am so sorry. It's my fault. I should have been paying more attention!" Dark eyes lift to look the feline featured rider. "Even dinner around my siblings wasn't quite this chaotic. Weyr's are very different from hold life aren't they?" A worried nibble at her lip accompanies the words. She eyes the departing rider but its tough to keep up in the chaos. Focus on the task at hand Edyis! Her attention snaps back to Leova. There's only a casual flip-off of Jo as Alida strides off towards the Kitchens, the blonde then raising her brows a little at R'hin not just passing her off...nodding at the bronzerider before turning back. A polite bit of a nod as she quickly passes Edyis will have to serve for a greeting from the often not-too-social woman, for she's breaking into a light jog as a certain gold firelizard dart out of those Kitchens, chased by an irate man with a broom. Just greeeaat. Out they go into the early evening, the snow unfelt by those inside. "Alida can pack a mean throw," Jo comments on her wingmate as she leaves with that flip-off, her tone fond for the ex-guard. "She's good to have on yer side, tho." Chin lifts a bit as she considers being moe sociable, arching a glance R'hin's way as she says, "Barely an hour in and yer enticin' me to be sociable. Must be one of yer skills at play, hm?" She nods for him to lead on, spying Leova where he looks talking to Edyis. Leova, dry: "His fault." Which may have to do with why the brownrider's edging out of their way. Quickly out of their way. "Don't mean paying more attention's a bad idea, though... you talking size, or attitude? For 'different.'" She tips a nod after her blonde wingmate as the bluerider passes by them both, doesn't seek to stop her in the slightest. "I do admire a woman who can handle herself," R'hin can't help but to comment, lifting his glass in toast. With a laugh, the bronzerider murmurs: "It's that or somewhere private, but private means stealing enough liqueur to last us and there's too many eyes at the moment." R'hin is probably being facetious, but then, it's R'hin, so maybe he's deadly serious. He keeps pace with Jo, threading the way through to where Leova and Edyis stand, insinuating them into the conversation with a questioning look at Leova. "This young woman's finally released from the burden of candidacy," a glass-filled gesture towards Edyis, "And you haven't thought to put a drink in her hand yet? Oh, Leova. It's very disappointing of you." Edyis returns the woman's nod with a sort of half-curtsey, perhaps overdone and unnoticed, but there just the same. "Leova's words require a bit of musing before I think size. My brothers could match the chaos equally." She chirps unintentionally at the word released, or maybe it's the idea of liquor as the riders approach. She looks green with the thought. "Same here," Jo is more than happy to agree there on women as they head over, which turns into short laughter at his next. With a look going R'hin's way, "Yeah, with this crowd? They'll notice that the booze is gone in seconds. Not that I mind fightin' my way outta here, but..." There's a smile for it, suggesting that she could be joking. She sends a grin Edyis' way in greeting as R'hin greets Leova with what he does. From Jo, Leova gets an easy, "How ya livin', Leova?" Amber eyes lift. Even more dryly, "R'hin." As long as he's gesturing towards Edyis, Leova reaches out with one red-gloved hand as though he had been offering that glass for her to take. Except it's not a glove, as such: it's the mark of redwort, recently applied, and past her wrists at that. Her wingmate gets a quick one-cornered smile, a, "Keeping busy." And to the once-candidate, "This is Jo. In case you don't know." She makes it rhyme. "Call him 'Grandpa R'hin.' By association, leastways." R'hin's definitely paying attention to Edyis' reaction, and that chirp from the former candidate earns a quietly pleased sort of smile. He bends his head briefly towards Jo to mutter, "Fight later," like he's taken her words, joke or not, as a promise. Perhaps it's that distraction that allows Leova to capture his glass, with his alcohol in it. "Hey! I- oh, fine. It's half finished anyway, and it's an excuse to get a fresh one. What do you prefer to drink?" that last is directed to Edyis, so he's being polite enough to pretend like she has a choice in what she receives, drink wise. He's ignoring Leova now. Grandpa R'hin, indeed! Edyis returns the smiles, nervous but genuine. "Nice to meet you Jo, and Grandpa R'hin, are you both riders." There's no hint of irony or sarcasm in R'hin's new title, it's evident the girl thinks this is how she is to address him. She smiles when asked her preferred drink, "Tea usually, though I think a small glass of wine in celebration might not hurt." "Busy is good," Jo looks pleased at hearing from her wingmate, the grin warm. "Guess ya can say the same for me, too." Sending a smirk R'hin's way for is murmured response to her, "Should she knowin' me?" she prompts on Edyis, and since the former candidate is right there, she nods her way and says, "Blue Tacuseth's. Yeah, that we are." Riders. Brows lift at the name R'hin is given though, especially with Edyis echoing it. "Well met, darlin'. How are ya likin' the party so far?" She's definitely amused by the exchange between Leova and R'hin, passing a look between the two. Leova receives a look from R'hin. "I'd think if one of the twins had secretly had a child, that boor of yours would be writhing around the floor all emo-like right now. So I can only assume you're trying to be cute. And stealing my alcohol." Clearly this is all Leova's fault and she should fix it while he goes to get himself a new drink, and Edyis her first, and perhaps -- he pauses to stretch a hand out for Jo's glass, too. Of course that means she has to drain it first. "Can I." Leova, pleased in her turn, and not just by her drink-stealing success. To Jo, "Though, hope you got to enjoy the whole show instead of having to get to work partway through." She doesn't seem troubled by the prospect of R'hin plying the girl she, and he, has just met with alcohol. Not her mother, though, nor her grandmother. To Edyis, "Reckon, since he's assuming, it's a cue for me to explain: his Leiventh's the grandsire of those little ones in the barracks. And he gets a mite of credit by association." She still hasn't drunk. Then again, with negotiations for Jo's glass unfinished, he's still here. Edyis chuckles at the continued rhyme scheme, though when Jo's brows go up, the expression of mirth becomes one of concern. Did she just break a rule of some sort? Maybe it was that she forgot to curtsey. To Jo "It has been enlightening that is for sure. I prefer it to the hatching grounds," the last, accompanied by a wrinkle of her nose. As Leova explains the young ex candidate looks a mite sheepish. "Ah, I see." and more softly intoned "so I shouldn't call him grandpa then?" She gazes after R'hin as though still trying to assess if having a part in monsters is a good thing or bad thing. Jo duly drains her glass and passes it over as she listens to the banter, though for Leova, "I was actually around, for once, which means for the next one, I'll likely be holed up'n suckin' on cracked knuckles." Edyis gets a quick smile for her comment on knuckles, adding to her a companionable, "Same here, darlin'. I wasn' exactly enamored with the idea of havin' my toes singed out on the sands, too." But she looks up in time to spy their arrival: Kait, M'ron, Sybile and Canie along with other rough-looking sorts across the cavern. They've spotted her, too, so she turns to murmur to R'hin, "Got obligations. If yer stickin' around, look for me," and she jerks her head sharply towards the group before turning and nodding towards both Leova and Edyis and adding, "If ya'll excuse me. Gotta go pass on my greetin's." There's a brief touch to R'hin's shoulder before she starts heading off, about to disappear into the crowd. Once R'hin secures Jo's glass he's already moving away, pausing only long enough for Jo's words and his acknowledging murmur of assent, before he's off towards the drinks table. He lingers there perhaps longer than necessary due to catching sight of one of the serving girls putting out more bottles; he's clearly trying to glean whatever information from her that he can. "You should. You definitely should. Or 'Grandsire R'hin' would do," Leova murmurs upon giving Jo her own words of leavetaking. She too has glanced towards that directed group, that familiar group, and then after R'hin and his serving girl as well. She sips, more gingerly than it might appear, but her second sampling's deeper. Since they're left, "You all right, then? Off the sands. Not weeping and wailing, reckon that's a good sign." Edyis smiles in farewell to Jo, though the rough crew gets an odd expression from the holder, watching R'hin curiously and briefly. Her thoughts sit heavily on something the departing woman has said, Leova's words seem to expound on it and Edyis gives a nod. "I hadn't really expected or wanted to impress. It is figuring out what happens now that makes me anxious." With her glass given over and the final nod given to those left, Jo finally does disappear into the crowds in a blink. In moments, one ccan find her lingering with the roughened group as time goes on - all through the dances and the weyrlings' arrival. Jo keeps in talks with atleast two of them throughout the party with few coming by to dare to interrupt or give greeting. Not this group, but at least it looks like they are having a good enough time in their little corner of the party. Soon enough, R'hin's walking back, looking pleased with himself, and with two glasses to hand. The first -- sporting a white wine -- is offered to Edyis with a smile. The second he holds onto. It's not mere coincidence that as Edyis wonders what she's going to do that he asks: "So, are you going to stay at this fine Weyr? I'd ask your name, but the awkwardness of Leova failing to introduce you to me is just too obvious." Except that's just what he did, completely unapologetic and without looking at the greenrider. "Mm. Reckon for now, you can aim to get a good night's sleep. Think tomorrow," only Leova cuts herself off, then. Laughs. Waits, to see if the girl will handle her own introductions or not. She still hasn't worked her way the rest of the way through the drink previously known as R'hin's, but the curl of her fingers about it is lightly possessive. Edyis accepts the wine gingerly, sniffing it with all the inquisitiveness of someone who has never tasted the stuff. She looks up at R'hin, then to Leova as though begging for a clue as to how to respond. Finally she answers, "I didn't know if it was an option Grandsire R'hin. I suppose I may have to, Nabol doesn't leave much to go home to anymore. The land's scorched, and my stepmother has enough mouths to feed without worrying about me." she states simply. "I'm Edyis, It is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance." Leova get's a different kind of look now, and noting the possessive gesture she finally sips the wine. It's a fluid, well practiced gesture from R'hin; offering his newly replaced glass in favor of the one Leova holds. Maybe he's noticed the possessive gesture, maybe not. He seems content to wait and see if she'll accept the substitute. Except... he looks at Edyis with a bemused shake of his head. Somehow, that is not any better. "Just R'hin, please. I'm the last person you should be assigning titles to." Still, he's listening politely while she speaks. "High Reaches always welcomes its candidates to stay on." He sounds certain about that, even though his knot marks him as Monacoan. The wine he's selected for her is sweet, and relatively light: perfect for one not used to alcohol. Leova, singularly unhelpful. Even when begged, at least silently, or at least this time. "Good luck," the dragonhealer does murmur at least, and a slight sidestep suggests she might take her leave. Except: her eyes have grown distinctly amused for all that her expression otherwise remains benign, and after a long look at R'hin, she obliges with that swap of glasses. If not until after another, even shallower sip, the sort with which she likely intends to try what he's brought, to see if all along he might have meant it for himself or for her. Edyis's face lights as she consumes the liquid, marveling at the flavor. Clearly R'ian, grandsire or no has made a very good selection. "The question becomes earning my keep at that point I think, but maybe it will be more clear after a decent night's sleep. It's reassuring to know that I haven't run out of options though." She seems uncertain about dropping titles, usually people get upset when you do that after all. Leova gets a smile. "Thank you, I think. " Success! R'hin looks pleased with himself. She'll find it's weaker than the first -- watered down from that near-poisonous stuff he was imbibing, but easier to drink. So: he undoubtedly meant it for her. That or he's going soft early in the night. With his hard-won glass back in his hand, the bronzerider looks much more content, like everything's right in the world. He regards Edyis, looking pleased at her appreciation of the wine. "I'd suggest speaking with Weyrwoman Azaylia. I'm sure she'll take you under her wing." It's an odd comment, perhaps -- hard to tell whether he means that Edyis needs the protection, or that Azaylia's habit is to do so. Watered. There's another of those laughs, lower this time in pitch and volume alike, for the discovery at the very least. "A busy woman. But. Going to leave you in R'hin's capable hands meanwhile," Leova says. Her smile slides free again, just for a moment. "Reckon he'd treat you as well as any granddaughter. Night to you both." The lift of her glass salutes the girl who's made it off the sands, but also that glass's provider, right before she departs. Edyis considered R'hin's suggestion a few moments, before Leova's words interrupted her thoughts. "Indeed, thank you for the introductions, I hope to see you around Leova." With the woman gone, there is no more distraction, and she nods. "I imagine I should speak with her, there are a great many things to consider about the future after all." She finally seems to relax, the wine. "Was it like that for you when you stood? I still don't understand why some want to become riders." Taking a generous gulp from his glass, R'hin's in the process of swallowing the stronger liqueur when Leova speaks, and so his pale eyes have to do the talking for him, tracking Leova's departure with a silent promise of retaliation. "She really is in a mean mood tonight. That boor of hers must've been particularly annoying." Refocusing on Edyis, it's her question that earns the most consideration. "It was... they're always a whirl of confusion and uncertainty and terror." Her latter comment earns a pleased laugh, and a more speculative look as if interested. "The harpers spin glorious tales of riders and their lives. The harpers do their job well," is his answer. Edyis shivered a little. "I'm not sure I'd ever do it again. Sharing your private thoughts with another being constantly. Don't you ever get frustrated by it?" She considers his response swirling the wine in her glass. "Why did you wish to become a rider if it isn't too bold to ask?" "You... learn to adjust. Learn to live with it." R'hin doesn't dispute her comment, exactly, which might be confirmation. His gaze is wandering, lingering on the rough crew of people that includes Jo. It's with a sharp shake of his head, albeit a rueful smile, that he says, "Such tough questions on what's supposed to be a night of celebration. Perhaps save that question for Azaylia. You should get some food before it's all snapped up by the hungry... holders." If it's a brush off, it's a smooth enough one, with an easy smile. "I'd say some platitude like 'see you around', but it's likely you won't again. Good evening, Edyis." Edyis nods. "Evening." With a last nod of farewell, R'hin steps away, heading directly for the group Jo's at, bending to murmur something towards the bluerider, before the pair disappears off into the crowd together. |
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