Logs:It's Always A Bar
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| RL Date: 3 January, 2009 |
| Who: I'daur, Javeri, K'del, Leova, P'ax, P'draig, X'lar |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Weyrlings go to Ista for Between practice. |
| Where: The Sandbar, Ista Weyr |
| When: Day 25, Month 8, Turn 18 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Milani/Mentions |
| It's a bar. It's always a bar. Does this /really/ surprise anybody? At any rate, after the weyrlings are betweening well, off they go to visit far-off tropical locales. They arrive over Ista without mishap, no weyrlings lost (this time, at least), and I'daur leads the way off to the Sandbar to order up a drink. By the time K'del has made it into the Sandbar, trailing I'daur, his jacket has been removed, his sleeves rolled up, and his top couple of buttons undone. He fans his face with his hand, short-curled hair already wilting in the heat, but looks exceptionally pleased to be lining up at the bar, inspecting the menu with great consideration. And lookit that! What should those High Reaches Weyrlings find but a native Istan Weyrlingmaster! Must be a knot-thing. Looking decidedly not like a Weyrlingmaster at the moment, a sarong knotted around her waist and a bikini for a top, Balinne is perched on a stool at the bar, sitting with her face towards the door and her back against that slab of wood meant for settling drinks. There's no drink in her hand yet, and presumably she hasn't been here long. What are we counting as mishaps here? P'ax trails the group rubbing his neck from the impact of Yyth's typical ungraceful landing. "She's going to grow out of that eventually, right?" he's asking one of the other weyrlings quietly. She looks at him like he's crazy and turns her cheek away from him, walking faster to be away from him. The greenrider looks around the bar uncertainly and then grimaces, coming to lean up next to K'del. At least he's relatively safe. "What are you having?" Relatively. K'del turns his head, and, confirming his conversant as P'ax, shrugs his shoulders. "Not sure, yet. Never really done-- fruity drinks, you know? Might be more your thing. Is it always so hot here, you think?" As yet, he hasn't especially noticed anyone else, though his fingers drum atop the bar thoughtfully, and he purses his lips. Well, Balinne will notice him to compensate. Notice all of them, really. An eyebrow lifts, and her head tilts to study the new group curiously. It's at this time that her drink comes, and it is definitely something fruity, which allows her to turn back towards the bar in order to grab it. "Is there a party I didn't know about?" she wants to know, asking the group of weyrlings closest to her. Toss one more weyrling into the mix. Only this time it's one of the locals. Javeri's traded in work clothes for a pair of shorts worn over a bathing suit both of which are still more wet than damp. She is, at least, not tracking in much sand and water as bare feet carry her inside. Giving her head a shake to remove water from her hair the beads in her braids click together. Turning around in the doorway she waves goodbye to someone, or someones, and only then turns to check out the current crowd. P'ax makes a deep grimace. "Yes. It is /always/ like this here." He speaks with a wearing sense of authority. "Met a guy from Ista, a bit ago, you know. He and I were talking about the weather - no, don't say it, I know, who honestly talks about weather?" He slides down to rest his elbows on the bar, looking at the rest of the room. Absently, he pulls his knitted cap off and stuffs it into his pocket and begins losening the top button of his shirt. "I think he's hoping our brains will boil and we'll all get lost on the way home, thus absolving him of further responsibility," he whispers near K'del's ear, his chin twitching subtley towards I'daur. His eyes sway towards Balinne, his mouth jerking in involuntary distaste when he sees her getup. "Ma'am," he says warily, dipping his head. "Huh," is all K'del says in response to P'ax, now busy turning his head around to take in the people about, eyeing them - and particularly, the women, including Javeri - all in turn. So he's distracted while he listens to the other boy, despite managing to roll his eyes at the idea of being lost between, and only really manages to start paying attention to anything in particular as Balinne, and then P'ax, speak. "If you didn't know, then that was surely an oversight on our parts, Ma'am. Werylings, from the 'Reaches, and delighted to be here." Aside, of course, from the heat. Being observant, Balinne spots Javeri's drippy entrance and turns a wave on her from the bar. It's a very exaggerated sort of thing, involving the greenrider lifting up out of the chair so that she can be seen over the crowd. "Ahh," says she towards K'del, grinning. "The Between lesson, then? Funny how Ista ends up as the last stop before the jump home. Hm." She takes a sip of her juice, and if she's conscious of P'ax's face, she doesn't show it. Instead, she just turns a grin on him as well. "So, congratulations, then!" she decides once she's swallowed. Whatever Javeri might have been thinking of doing she makes for her weyrlingmaster when Balinne gets her attention. A look is cast to a particular table nearly filled with an assortment of people, but none of them wave to her and she doesn't wave to them. When she does reach the bar she hears the end of Balinne's words and asks, "Who's been congratulated for what now?" A warm grin gets tossed to those she doesn't know as she gives them each their own look. P'ax tries not to groan, tries not to roll his eyes and not look at her. He lets his breath out slowly, like he's letting some small pain within himself go. "I think I'll just have juice." He flips around the face the bar, chin sinking into his hand and says more politely now that he's not faced with Balinne and her bikini, "Thanks, ma'am. It's a step." Javeri gets a brief glance. "Does /anyone/ wear a shirt around here?" he asks with an edge of irritation into the palm cupping his mouth. I'daur goes through one drink and is getting into his second in short order, before he's had enough to be social. Or what passes for social in his particular case. He leans against the bar to watch his weyrlings as they run about in seventeen different directions: to the beach, the ocean, the scantily-clad women... Whichever. I'daur, for his part, is content with the drinks, and with glancing over at Balinne with raised brows. To Javeri's question: a dry, "Living, apparently." "Shut up, P'ax, /some/ of us are appreciating this quite a lot," says K'del, nudging the other boy with his elbow, while he presents an apologetic smile to the two Istans. "Excuse him, do. And thank you. I think we're all quite pleased to have--" I'daur's comment registers, and he laughs, twisting his head from the Weyrlingmaster to the weyrling he addresses. "Making it this far, I think. Between, anyway. Name's K'del, bronze Cadejoth's. Not so sure about the heat, but reckon I might see a few things to appreciate," he adds, this in Balinne's direction again. P'ax is given just a bit longer of a look, Balinne's sunny smile wavering momentarily. But she's not about to dwell on it, and turns her attention back to K'del and whatever other weyrling is close enough to chat with. Including Javeri. "Between!" she informs the blue weyrling cheerfully. "And I hope you," her class, presumably, "Do just as well. I'd hate to lose one." As for wearing a shirt, Balinne just wonders, "Now why would we want to do that, in *this* weather?" with just a hint of teasing. But it's the playful, sisterly sort of teasing. "Balinne, Weyrlingmaster and rider to green Zelieth. Pleasure to meet you," in return for K'del's introduction. "And the temperature's not that bad. It's the humidity that kills." "I'll drink to living!" Javeri says with a laugh as she looks around to summon the giver of booze. Although when she arrives the weyrling just orders a beer. "If Neraset can keep her mind off visualizing some guy's butt I'm sure we'll all do fine," she tells Balinne with another laugh. She must be in a good mood or something. "And she's right. Who wears a shirt? It's not like we're not quite decent as it is anyway! Unless you're a prude." P'ax is given her full attention as she asks, "Are you?" Then she smiles at K'del, "Javeri. We're not allowed to fly here yet so no Chadamalith in sight. Not that he would be in here. But you get the idea." P'ax closes his eyes for a moment and then plasters on a grimace that might pass for a smile on his face. "Mm, that's because /some/ of us have no class." He turns back with that grimace intact and offers one hand. He may not appreciate the view, but it has nothing to do with the two girls personally. "P'ax, green Yyth's. Don't mind K'del, he's imagining you naked." A certain smugness stretches the grimace into a cruel smirk. Dryly, he informs Javeri, "The biggest prude ever." But his smile tugs a little closer towards something more genuine. "A pleasure," says K'del, of both introductions, ducking his head politely. "The humidity, is it? Not used to this - Tillek, before the 'reaches, so my hot, and yours, are probably pretty different. You must be a few months behind us in training, then," he adds to Javeri, after running the name of her dragon through a whisper, apparently approvingly. "I'm not." He eyes P'ax, rolls his eyes. "Not unless you want me to be, anyway." He, too, orders a beer, giving the menu another glance, but evidently deciding better. Beer times three-plus, that would be, counting Leova's upraised finger as she catches the bartender's eye, not long after ducking into the place. A quick glance towards her charges must find no one missing, or at least no one that shouldn't be, because then she takes the time for a longer, more thorough scan: Istans, this time. It doesn't even land on Balinne-and-bikini for long. A grin for P'ax, and Balinne assures him, "Don't worry, I'm used to it." For the whole 'naked' thing. Though now K'del is given just a bit more scrutinizing of a look. "Istan, born and bred," is her next comment, followed by a lift of her fruit-definitely-*not*-beer drink in toast. "Don't know anything else and, to be perfectly frank, haven't the faintest idea how you all survive up there! Brr!" A frown at Javeri. "Can't fly where now?" A surprised look goes to Balinne as Javeri asks, "B'ryce didn't speak to you about it? Something about Chadamalith and us not allowed to fly down to the beach and /he's/ not speaking about it and I guess B'ryce assumes I know." She seems not overly concerned about the whole thing as she adds, "So he can sit and stare at the sky on his ledge because I am not keeping him company if he will not tell me what the whole mess is about." Really the whole subject should be dropped so when her beer arrives she grins and lifts the cup to say, "To Ista. Clearly the best place to be from and reside in. No offense to anyone not lucky enough to." P'ax curls his hands around the juice when it comes and stares suspiciously between the two Istan women for a fraction of time before letting out a low sigh and turning his attention towards Leova. He slides off his stool with another slight nod to the natives. "Hi," he says without preamble to her, his hard eyes focused on her like he expects a prompt dismissal from the older greenrider. Which means that when Leova's Istans-scanning is interrupted, and by one of her weyrlings no less, she leaves off flashing the silver flask that's found its way into her hand in favor of sliding it back into one hip pocket. It was a nice one, too. Inscribed. Boats. To the tall weyrling, "Made it." Him or her? Her brows lift, in any case: and? K'del is, honestly, all innocence, as Balinne scrutinizes him, his smile utterly pleasant. To both Istans, he says, as his beer also arrives, and he lifts it to match Javeri's toast, "Won't complain about being here, but reckon it'll be just fine to be home, too. Reckon you're missing out - the Reaches are beautiful, come winter, and just perfect, right around now." He leans back against the bar, taking a sip from his beer contentedly. "Oh," is Balinne's answer for Javeri, and a wrinkle momentarily creases her brow. Low, so as to be discrete, she tells the weyrling, "Perhaps we should speak later about it." But that is it, and suddenly Balinne is all smiles and friendly cheer once again. Leova's spotted, that flask is spotted, and another curious frown marks the greenrider's face. But it, as well, is shrugged off. "Now there is a debate," she tells K'del. "An argument with no winner: are the Reaches snow-capped peaks more beautiful than Ista's tropical trees and glittering black-sand Beaches?" It's quite clear where her own opinion lies. P'ax presses his lips until they form a white razor-blade slash in his face. "You have a shirt on," P'ax says at his surliest. He doesn't offer a better explaination, he just sits down and stares at her in a disconcerting way. Here comes Leova's own drink, and she takes it with relief, sparing a token and, after a second glance, a slight smile for the tall server: no running up a tab for her. A long pull later, she can tell that weyrling, "Usually do. Your point?" With P'ax's sitting down like that, it makes it easier to eye him back, one hand leaning on a pillar, a fingernail picking idly at a bit of netting. At least, eye him for a little while: now and again her gaze still scans beyond, looking out for would-be trouble. "Snow, eww," Javeri says with a shudder. "I'll just say I know way more people that come to Ista to relax than go to High Reaches. It may be a fine place to live if you like such things." The 'but' goes unsaid behind a drink from her cup. No sense starting an argument and Balinne is given a relieved grin when she suggests talking over yet another problem with the weyrling's blue later. "Shirts are hardly a requirement," she points out with a grin. "So long as you have something on. It's not like we're running around naked. That's farther down the beach and all." "A debate I clearly have no chance at winning around here," laughs K'del, around his glass, though he lifts a finger to note, a moment later, "Or losing, for that matter. Let's just agree to disagree, mmm?" He smirks in P'ax's direction, most particularly given Javeri's comment, though his gaze does go more intense, clearly interested, at her reference to nakedness. "Further down the beach, huh?" /Interesting/, his gaze says. A snort and a short laugh, Balinne's eyes rolling. "Have to forgive us native Istan's and are aversion for snow," says the greenrider by way of apology. As for naked down-the-beach, she just starts laughing again, looking very amused. "She's joking!" she tells K'del, giggling. "We're not that loose, really." A snort. She pushes up from the table, drink with her, and bobs her head around. "Enjoy your time at Ista, and congratulations again. Duty calls," though it's clear she doesn't expect Javeri to accompany. Must be some other troublesome weyrling out there. P'ax takes a drink, content to stay silent as he watches Leova placidly. And then, much later than it should come. "It's normal. I like it." And that seems to be it for the staring contest and he turns away to observe the rest of the people in the bar restlessly. To K'del, an answering smirk. "I'll happily brave naked women with you, K'del, if you'd like to join them." There's something a little more subtle in the comment, an acidy aftertaste meant to annoy the bronzerider. Javeri gets an appraising look. "So why aren't you down the beach then? You seem the type." Leova sends another of those glances over to the Istan weyrling when she chimes in, and then laughs over the froth of her beer. Into it, too, maybe. She's leaning against a pillar, idly playing with its decorative netting with her free hand, near to where P'ax sits and several of the others hang out in one way, shape or form. "Evening to you, weyrlingmaster Balinne. And K'del? Better luck next time." A wave is given to Balinne when she announces her departure and Javeri seems disinclined to leave so it is a good thing she doesn't seem to need to. "Good bye," she tells her weyrlingmaster before laughing at K'del. "She's kidding too. We just don't tell outsiders where that beach is located." Her smile remains in place as she looks at P'ax, but it might be a little strained. "Because I have on a swimsuit?" she asks as she looks down at her modestly appointed self. "I even put my shorts back on before coming in. I'm hardly dressed to seem like I would be cavorting naked. Wow. You are a prude though, huh?" Shaking her head she has another sip of her beer. K'del looks positively disappointed, at the naked-on-the-beach being a /joke/, so much so that he doesn't quite manage to farewell Balinne through more than a plaintive expression and a hastily bobbed head. /More/ sour is his glance at Leova, which he fairly quickly buries into his own drink. But: there's hope! "Really?" he asks Javeri, as if weighing up the likelihood of there being more teasing. "I think she's dressed just fine, P'ax. Grow up a little - just because you don't appreciate naked girls." X'lar undoes his top button of his short-sleeved shirt as he enters the bar, looking over his shoulder at the glint of red bronze. Perhaps for reassurance. In either case, the Istan teen moves on forward, looking to the assistant weyrlingmaster, offering Leova a brief albeit crisp salute. But it's really the weyrlings that receive his attention, both Istan and Reachian. "/Shells/, K'del," X'lar calls out to the bronze weyrling. "Still at it, huh?" He grins wide before commenting, "Cadejoth looks good. As does Yyth." He signals Kip who, after a period of time, arrives with a pint of beer. "Been a while since Reaches came about to visit," Xie adds, more to Leova, at that. The Istan weyrling, however, receives a wide grin all her own. "Evenin' there, Veri." To Javeri, dryly, "He can be." Leova leaves off tormenting the netting to take a step forward, hand extended, and if it should happen to block a little of P'ax's view, so much the better. "Leova, green Vrianth's. She's that one, this side of Zunaeth, down playing with the surf. You get introductions all around, yet?" She'll wait for a reply from the young bluerider before adding in X'lar's direction, "Didn't even bring the Star Stones this time." P'ax gives K'del one of those obvious up and downs and remarks lightly, "I wasn't jabbing the way she's dressed right now. Just saying, I take her for the naked in the waves type." He sighs boredly and finishes half his juice in one swig. His eyes turn warily on X'lar, his jaw tightening just marginally at his lifemate's name on this stranger's tongue. "Malsaeth's," he murmurs to himself, mostly in confirmation. His teeth worry the corner of his bottom lip as he pushes off his stool to prowl restlessly back towards his original seat with K'del, abandoning Leova as easily as he came, all sour grapes. "Hey, X'lar," Javeri tells the bronzerider with a grin. "I was just telling our visitors about the naked beach. But not where since they're not locals and all." There's no hint of a wink or tease in her actions just in her tone. "I don't swim naked," she passes on to P'ax although she does grin as she says, "Unless I'm in the right company." A sip of her beer and then she smiles at Leova as well. "I heard K'del," she says and then she tips over her head to one side. "I may have missed any others. Nice to meet you, Leova. Javeri and Chadamalith is isn't around right now. The beach is more my place than his." And he's in trouble, but no sense repeating all that. It's a bemused P'draig who steps into the Sandbar, casting one more look backward as he steps inside, each sandal knocked free of dark grains. Jekzith's out there, trilling happy greetings to the visiting dragons and floating bright electric blue bubbles Vrianth's way especially. He squints inward and spots the Reachian contingent, grins lopsiedly and heads that way. "Hey there all," he greets the group. "Ista's duties. Good seeing you all here." K'del turns, and his smile in X'lar's direction is all innocence - aside from the wink he sends the other bronzerider. He looks pleased for the compliment, head bowing slightly, but his attention fairly quickly turns back to Javeri, except to roll his eyes at P'ax. "What /is/ the right company?" he wants to know of the Istan weyrling, clearly /mostly/ teasing, given the grin on his face. His beer gets transferred from one hand to the other, gaze shifting again to note P'draig's arrival. In that case, "P'ax and Yyth," Leova mentions with a nod towards the departing greenrider, resting her hand back onto the pillar without apparent offense. "And K'del is Cadejoth's." Any remaining 'Reaches weyrling pairs nearby get their names listed as well, followed by a slight, sidelong smile that marks their weyrlingmaster: he who should need no introduction, and likely doesn't want one Instead, she's careful with all those syllables in... "Chadamalith, hm? Well met." And, half-turning, "P'draig. Good to see you." All those words: they warrant a longer drink. She takes two. "Oh, is -that- where you take those poor sailors, Veri?" X'lar asks Chadamalith's, grinning wide at her. To K'del, X'lar can only laugh. "Good to see you've not lost that part of yourself in weyrlinghood, K'del," the Istan bronzerider tells the bronze weyrling. And, getting curious, he asks K'del: "How'd going between go for you and the others?" He eases into a chair, closer to K'del and P'ax than anyone else. With booze in tow, the teenager takes another drink, careful not to drink too much too soon. P'ax sits down and studiest Javeri next, a little tug at the corner of his mouth speaking more of some strange facination than anything else that could give him away. His eyes pace the room as restlessly as his feet were just doing, his head turning to the side when one more rider enters, as if trying to hear better. A slight flicker of recognition for the bronzerider, a lifting of the eyebrows, and then he's back to observing blue and bronze weyrlings while he finishes his juice. "X'lar, if they're poor why would I want to waste my time on them?" Javeri asks with a wink and a laugh. "Then I have to pay for my own drinks." Which, since she is lacking in sailor companionship must be what she is doing today. Since that seems to answer K'del's question she doesn't bother adding direct words in answer to the bronze weyrling. A grin comes out again since Chadamalith's name seems to need repeating whenever she mentions it. P'draig gets a wave when she spies him. "/The/ naked beach?" P'draig says quizzically as he catches Javeri's statement. "Funny thing, I thought almost all of them were. Except you know, the main one," the brownrider says, tone teasing for the blueriding weyrling. His gaze takes in brooding P'ax and cheerier K'del. "Seems like congratulations on Betweening are in order," he notes with a friendly smile, a nod for Leova and a brief grin cast her way, another nod for X'lar. "Hey Xie." Introductions made, it's back to the pillar-leaning for Leova, at least with their charges more-or-less behaving. "Been for a bit now," she agrees with the Istan brownrider. "Everyone's doing fine." And by the way her gaze roams, she aims to keep them that way. Shrugging, K'del notes, to X'lar, "Easy enough, when it came down to it. Cadejoth was-- difficult, but we managed." 'Difficult', an understatement, but clearly, something that has been sorted in the meantime. His eyes have lit for P'draig's comment, and, looking utterly satisfied. "And you were all going to hide /that/ bit of information from me, weren't you," he grins, adding, then, "Thank you, Sir. Reckon we're really pleased to have gotten this far." "This is true," Xie tells Javeri, grinning wide. "Matter of fact, I heard you weyrlings have your new places, huh? I guess you don't need to take them to a beach when you can just take them home with you, Veri." He salutes P'draig once, returning the Istan assistant weyrlingmaster's greetings with one of his own: "Hey P'draig." He smiles once to K'del, nodding in sympathy to the younger teen's 'difficulties' with Cadejoth. "I can understand that."
"Bring them home?" Javeri repeats with a light frown. "No, that's not happening." When she discovers the end of her beer she sets down her cup and lets out a sigh. That's always a shame, but she doesn't try for a refill just yet. Maybe she's hoping to get a last minute reprieve from a sailor and not have to buy her own. "I don't see what the big deal is anyway. It's just naked people." "Good, then," is P'draig's reply to Leova as he takes up leaning on the other side of the same pillar, flags down Brianka and tosses off a casual: "The usual," her way which earns him a saucy grin and a roll of the serving woman's eyes. His attention returns to the group and focuses back on K'del. "Didn't think you would?" he asks with interest, then laughs outright at P'ax' remark about Aath. "Yeah well, Aath's a flirt, but easy come, easy go. One blue will be the center of her world for five minutes, then it's on to the next, so I think that your ... Yyth did you say? Doesn't have a thing to worry about," Paddy notes with a friendly grin for the lad, and then he's minding his manners, straightening and extending a hand to the Reachian weyrlings each in turn. "P'draig, Jekzith's, nice to meet you. And if it's beaches you want, K'del, I'm happy enough to play tour guide." He casts an amused grin Javeri's way. "Nice scenery," he informs her simply and nods to her just-emptied cup, "Need another round, Veri?" Over at one of the side tables, poor N'par just can't seem to get into the conviviality, and so of course he starts heading all woebegone in Leova's direction. At which point the other greenrider starts to angle a look around the pillar, but no. P'draig. Instead, one of the nearby dockworkers gets her sudden, animated smile, and a gesture towards the beach, where Vrianth's busy investigating something-or-other Jekzith's pointing out, something that doesn't require her rider looking too closely. Dead fish, maybe? K'del's expression in response to X'lar is rueful, more serious than it has been throughout the Istan visit, and though he doesn't look at all like he wants to say anything more on the subject, with comments on it from all round, he shrugs, and explains, "He's not so good at concentrating, sometimes. Clearing his mind. That's all. Nice to meet you, too, P'draig." He takes the brownrider's hand, shakes it firmly, then adds, "That'd be good. Never spent much time anywhere with beaches, not like this." Javeri's 'just naked people' draws a grin: /he/ clearly agrees. Sort of. X'lar chuckles softly as he listens to P'ax, commenting, "Yyth's sire's much the same. Well, about having something else to show off about in any case." To K'del, X'lar can only nod. He has the presence of mind not to pursue the matter with the bronze weyrling. He instead takes a thoughtful sip of his pint of beer, looking from P'draig to Leova then finally back to K'del, asking him, "So you thinkin' about wings yet, or is that too far off to think about, K'del?" "Oh, thank you, P'draig," Javeri says with a bright grin. "I wasn't planning on wandering in, but I did and then so I didn't have enough marks because I was just going swimming." Long way of saying please buy me beer thanks. Listening to the other comments about dragons she laughs quietly. "Would be nice to have a dragon that didn't concentrate I think. Instead of one who concentrates all the time. Really, it's not as great as you might think at all." P'ax shrugs lightly. "Explain that to her. She's the jealous, territorial type. I'm not about to change her mind when it's made up. I'd rather chew boulders. It'd be just as hard." He extends his hand in return when it comes around to him. "P'ax, green Yyth's. Pleased to meet you, if sooner than I'd expected. I met T'mic - obviously - and he mentioned you, said you were Millie's brother. Millie's a sweet girl, it's wondeful to have a face to put to your name." His eyes sway to Javeri now, addressing her with more seriousness than she probably deserves. "Sorry, I like clothing. It's... beautiful." His eyes narrow a little. "Suppose if you were naked, I'd make an exception." Except he's joking, and somehow he pulls it off without giving it away with so much as a snicker. X'lar gets a strange, fleeting glance. P'draig gaze seeks out Brianke over at the bar and he gestures with two fingers after he's finished giving firm handshakes around. 'Make that two', he mouths to the serving woman, then smirks sidelong at Javeri. "Uh huh. Well good thing I came along then," is what he offers over, good-naturedly and nods P'ax' way. "Ahh, so you've already met uh, ten percent of my family," Paddy says laughingly. "And I'll have to agree about my sister." Out on the beach, Jekzith is nudging a very much /alive/ starfish for Vrianth to have a gander at. K'del, prompt: "Avalanche or Iceberg." Clearly, not too far off to think about at all, nor does he look at all embarrassed to be so certain, so soon. He takes another swallow from his beer, talking so much getting in the way of actually drinking it. "Not sure," he remarks to Javeri. "Least you're not likely to get lost Between because your lifemate can't keep an image straight without... adding to it. Or subtracting. Millie /is/ nice," he adds in, lifting his head as the conversation around him takes that turn. X'lar grins cryptically in response to K'del's prompt answer with his lack of embarassment. "Good to hear," he finally replies back to K'del. Malsaeth, for his part, has grown restless. Quickly, the bronze's form flies upward, leaving the beach behind. X'lar, on the other hand, seems very much stationary in his seat, reclining further with his beer. The weyrling from High Reaches earns himself a puzzled look as Javeri shakes her head. "Clothing is what you wear so you don't skin uncomfortable parts while working," she remarks to P'ax. "I've never understood it as more than that." Shaking her head she turns to P'draig and gives him a wide grin. "My hero. I owe you one. Maybe more than one if you keep buying." With another drink on the way she can focus on conversation again. "Well, I suppose, but I think there's downsides to it either way. Chadamalith is definitely not going to lose anything when he focuses on it." P'ax chuckles. "Yeah, heard you had a big family." K'del is given a firm nod of agreement. "Very nice," he seconds, and then ranges away from that conversation into the next sidetrack. "Do you want to be lost -- Javeri?" he stumbles over her name, obviously being supplied it by Yyth in his moment of hesitance. Said green lets loose an ear-piercing scream to express her boredom, making a pest of herself to a group of sunbathers. There's a wide grin for both Reachian weyrlings for the continued compliments to his sibling and then Brianka's bustling up to give Paddy a frothy mug and lifts her brows for the second. P'draig nods towards Javeri and she beams, sets the mug down in front of the Istan weyrling. Quietly, the brownrider slips Brianka a tip. "Mm, I can't imagine Chadmalith having anything less than the perfectly detailed and thoroughly thought out visuals," he quips to Veri. "And that does sound a little jarring, K'del. How've you tackled it so far?" That shriek makes Jekzith hunker down and peer out at Yyth with yellow-infused eyes, the laid-back brown confused by the loud noise. K'del's response, expression-wise, is dubious, to Javeri. "Not sure," he repeats, taking another sip of his drink. "Though I guess I can see where that'd get annoying." Lips pursed, he shrugs, explaining to P'draig, "Mostly, just reminding him he needs to concentrate, I guess. Correcting visuals. Yelling at him until he listens. He's... enthusiastic. Tries. But." Cadejoth, quite used to Yyth's screams, extends his tail towards her, tapping madly at the sand. Play! X'lar takes another sip of his beer, listening to the conversation going on around him. Malsaeth, however, sounds off with a roar in answer to Yyth's ear-piercing scream. The muscled bronze's roar reverberates in the island from the walls of the bowl. To K'del, Xie laughs, saying, "That's what happens with Mal and I. We always end up having a shouting match. He'll send me a lightning bolt or the sound of earth breaking apart and I'll swear like a sailor." "Chadamalith says we're all lost on our own path," Javeri says before taking her new drink. She sniffs at it and then takes a sip to see what it is before committing herself further. "He says it doesn't matter how carefully you see something if you don't see it." Shaking her head she sighs. "But that's how he is. He thinks all the time." Her eyes dart towards the door as if she might see outside, but since she can't she just lets it go. Not her problem and maybe Chadamalith is looking better. He never does that. P'ax twitches. "Sorry." As if it's his fault that Yyth has started a shouting match outside. He sinks his face into his hand again and contemplates this loose group in renewed silence. "Sounds confusing," he remarks to Javeri. "Seeing something and not seeing it. Very deep. Yyth - she's pretty straight forward. Eat it, play with it, flirt with it. She's a creature purely living for her own desires. Sort of envy her in that respect. /She/ never does anything for anyone but herself." Outside, Yyth allows herself to be distracted by Cadejoth, thumping her tail in imitation and looking at him expectantly. P'draig winces visibly at the noise being made out on the beach, going so far as to stick a finger in his ear and shaking it like he's trying to stop that one from ringing. "Shells, got a set of lungs on her," he mutters under his breath and looks out towards the ocean. Jekzith has backed up a pace or four and has stuck his head under water, determinedly blowing bubbles until green and bronze are about done trying to knock the Weyr down vocally. "Mm. Pretty much all you can do, unless you know, you can make a game out of it, if he likes that kind of thing?" His gaze slips back over to Javeri and he nods. "That sounds uh -- suitably Chadamalith-like." P'ax' statement earns a wry grin. "Aath and Yyth, dragons of a wing then. Might not be a wonder if they don't get along then. Though sometimes Aath'll do something for you ... if she thinks she'll get something out of it in the end." Outside, Cadejoth tosses himself into the air, all energy, encouraging Yyth to come and chase him. This seems to satisfy K'del, inside, whose head nods to something unsaid, long before he actually recaptures the thread of conversation. "Cadejoth tries to chain me up. Only - not much. Only when I try and leave him behind to do something else, sometimes. Mostly, he's apologetic, when..." He breaks off, frowning at Javeri's comments on Chadamalith, his head tilting to the side thoughtfully: huh. To P'draig, "Mmm. Could do that. Likes games, he does. Playing. Thanks." X'lar takes a long drink from his pint, listening to the conversation of the riders and weyrlings' dragons. "It seems like you're handling it better than you were before though, Javeri," the Istan wingrider comments to the weyrling. Another sip of his beer and he's spreading his legs out some more, relaxed. Malsaeth lets out another roar, but the focus of the crimson bronze's attention is more on attempting to fly higher above the island. "Sure we see things all the time we don't really notice," Javeri says as she nods her head vigorously and has another sip from her drink. "That's what he says anyway. He can remember tiny little details like he just saw it. Not that he remembers everything so well. It's just what catches his attention and for days he's going to comment on it." She leans against the bar as she grins at P'draig. "You say that without pulling out your hair because you're not the one who doesn't get a table in his weyr. He says it is clutter." Her eyes roll at that but she grins at X'lar. "Yea, well, not much to do but adjust. And it could be worse." He could be a screamer and all. "But I still want a table someday." P'ax experiences a tremor of amusement from P'draig. "Yeah, yeah, sounds about right. Should have seen her watching Aath attracting more than one. She's /determined/ to figure out how to manage that herself. I'm sure Aath has more than a few Turns on her to have perfected that stunt, though." He doesn't seem particularly thrilled with her enthusiasm for it, either. "Yeah, Cadejoth's definitely one for a game," he confirms distractedly as Yyth takes off after Cadejoth, clumsy in her haste. "Yyth just gets mad when she's not getting attention. She's easily placated by anyone's, though. It's a relief to have more time. I could almost kiss Satiet for that, if I didn't fear she'd rip my face off. If I hadn't spent so much time in the lower caverns, she'd probably still be relying on me as her single source of non-edible entertainment." His attention shifts to Javeri. "No table? Hmm. Should let Yyth talk to him. She loves clutter, especially if she killed it herself." "Chain you up? Hm. It always amazes me just how differently their minds all work from each other," P'draig says with a little chuckle, nods K'del's way in acknowledgement of thanks and tilts his mug up for a long drink, giving himself a beer mustache. "That's some memory for a dragon, Veri. Don't know that I've heard you put it quite that way before. Jek has to borrow from my head to do that." Both of his brows lift upward. "Wait ... he won't let you have a /table/?" He blinks a few times, shakes his head. "Yeahhh, work on that. Maybe uh ... try a folding table? Because then it folds up out of the way. No clutter." Paddy's mouth just opens and closes at P'ax' statement. "Ripped ... your face off. Huh. Blood-thirsty little thing, isn't she?" Though his expression is rueful, K'del's nod is definite, for how differently their minds all work. His mug empty, now, he sets it down upon the bar, turning to consider the others, listening in on the broader conversation. "Reckons he means Satiet would rip his face off. But Yyth would, too. Or - /someone/'s face, anyway. Yyth's kind of scary." And, his expression says, what's more scary is that she likes Cadejoth. That can be seen in the way his head turns towards the exit, though the dragons certainly can't be seen, Cadejoth leading a merry chase through the unfamiliar skies. X'lar chuckles in his pint, commenting, "Malsaeth loves loot. Back when we had our bucket of marks, he would always keep it close to himself every time he'd actually take the time to sleep." He smiles faintly, commenting additionally, "Chains." The bronzerider chuckles once, saying, "The beast often considered himself the chains around my heart back when I was a weyrling." He chuckles once more as he listens to K'del's comments regarding Yyth, then looks back toward P'ax, saying: "Just wait until she begins /Searching/, P'ax. Malsaeth scares the candidates he Searches ... well, let's just say there've been a lot of pants soiled because of his tactics." Javeri's listening to the others and she grins again. "See? That's kind of neat though. Considering when we were in the barracks Chadamalith was not like any of the others and didn't care if I came or went that might have been nice. Half the weyrling class is probably still convinced that he hates me." But it doesn't bother her anymore so on with the conversation! "No, no table," she tells P'draig. "The one time I tried he hauled it out of the weyr and nearly shoved it off the ledge before I stopped him." P'ax is looked at then as she laughs. "I don't think she'd be very convincing. He doesn't take counsel from anyone and rather prefers to be alone. It's hard enough getting him to listen to me when I need to." P'ax hums thoughtfully and glances curiously at P'draig. "Who, Yyth, or the Weyrwoman? Both, but it's debatable who would do the most damage when they bit." His eyes linger on K'del's face as they search the small group again. "Later, we should talk, if you're free," he says casually, and then his eyes move away. "I don't trust her to Search. She thinks children are for eating. She'd probably pick them based on how tasty they looked rather than proper criteria, and how would I approach /that/? My dragon thinks you look scrumptious, won't you stand?" Javeri is given a small smile. "Yyth can be .... very persuasive. But I doubt she'd be inclined to try. Blues aren't her favorite. They can keep up with her, it ruins her illusion of being the best... or delusion." He clearly believes it's the second. "Satiet? Heh. Would she even need to? Only needs to flay you with a word or two," Paddy murmurs thoughtfully. "Though she can be sweet I guess. Or maybe she's stopped since she got older. Been a while since I've actually spoken to her face to face." The brownrider's hand skims through his hair and he leans back against that pillar. "He does? Might be a good idea not to go out Searching then," he notes mildly to X'lar, before he's moving on to what Javeri said, brows lifting again. "Uh -- now that's determined. He's still small enough to fit through the door?" P'ax description of Yyth's likely Search technique though, brings one hand up to his mouth and the brownrider is ducking his head, clearly trying not to laugh outright. "Oh boy. A gourmet no less," he finally quips, grinning over at the greenriding weyrling. "My sympathies anyway, sounds like she's quite the handful." "Cadejoth just has to-- tug on my chain, and there I come," grins K'del, looking across at X'lar. "Guess there's something of Malsaeth in him, after all. Figured he might be mostly Rielsath." His brows raise at P'ax's glance, and he nods, just once. "Cadejoth likes kids. Lets them play on him, in the lake. Don't know whether he'll be much of a search dragon, though, yet." He, clearly, isn't fussed either way. "Sounds like they're all pretty weird, anyway, the whole lot of them." X'lar chuckles softly as he listens to P'ax's comments, nodding once before saying, "I could see that happening with Malsaeth, too." He grins in amusement before getting up from his chair and downing the dregs of his pint. "Well, in any case, I'm heading out for the night - sweeps at dawn." He gives Javeri and Paddy a nod before looking to P'ax and K'del, telling the Reachian weyrlings: "I'll have to come by to see you two again. Have a good night everyone." And with that, the bronzerider hands his now empty pint glass to Kip and heads out of the Sandbar. Javeri's cup gets emptied before she speaks again. "I prefer to fight the big battles and let the skirmishes go. We won't be doing much entertaining in our weyr so who cares about a table anyway?" Setting her cup down she wiggles her feet against the stool. "At least he did not argue over the pottery wheel. Even if I do have to keep it in the corner where it's not in his way. Definitely weird, but you're right. They are all weird." P'ax snorts out a rough chuckle. "Two handfuls, and maybe a little extra." He rubs the flat of his hand across his chest thoughtfully, eyes shadowing as he pays attention momentarily outside. "I wish I knew where it came from, they're all so weird. I blame the Istan for Yyth's blood thirsty tendancies though. I hear it's a common affliction in this line." Smirk. His fingers twiddle a goodbye for the bronzerider. Javeri is given an odd look. "Why does he care what's in your weyr? It's your space." There's something in his tone that indicates he doesn't quite approve of the bluerider letting his dragon push her decor choices to such an extreme. Complete hypocracy, but he's good at that. "Good night, X'lar," P'draig offers over, waving as the bronzerider heads out. "Mm, they all sound pretty unique. I guess it was a pretty unique combination of sire and dam too for that matter." His lips twitch faintly at Javeri's claims about her weyr. "Mm. Well if you do wind up having company, maybe try getting him to re-think." He slants a look P'ax' way again, shrugs. "Who knows, probably how things get all mixed up when the eggs are cooking." "Weird, weird, weird," concludes K'del, waving after X'lar as the bronzerider heads off. "Anyway. I'm going to go take a walk, see what the water's /actually/ like. Nice to meet you," he says, bobbing his head at Javeri and P'draig. "Talk to you later, P'ax." He leaves money for his drink on the bar, then draws away from the bar. "It's our weyr," Javeri says to P'ax in an almost puzzled tone. "Why shouldn't he have a say? I mean it's our space. He's not going to haul anything gross up there and I'm not going to have a table. It's a fairly even trade and all." Sliding off her stool she smiles at P'draig. "Company can sit where I sit or they can just invite me to their place. We don't have to change our home for company anyway." Pushing braids off her face she grins and waves around. "I need to get going. I've got clay waiting for me." P'ax nods his head in acknowledgement to K'del. "Later," he agrees and then watches after Javeri curiously. "It was nice to meet you, Javeri," he says politely. "Perhaps we'll run into each other again some time." He slides his glance back towards P'draig, lifting his eyebrows as if to ask if he'll depart so switfly as well. "Enjoy the walk, K'del," P'draig replies with a nod and a grin for Cadejoth's. "See you around, maybe," he adds on, hand lifting in a brief wave. Paddy listens in on the exchange between P'ax and Javeri about the weyrs and shakes his head. "Well, sort of. I mean the wallow is his, but the space beyond you know, the curtain, that's yours," Paddy says mildly. |
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