Logs:Of Bad Influences
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| RL Date: 16 April, 2007 |
| Who: Birgitte, Giremi, Haisen, Myglin, R'hin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| When: Day 28, Month 8, Turn 11 (Interval 10) |
| Your location's current time: 19:28 on day 28, month 8, Turn 11, of the Interval. It is a summer evening. You head up the trail, pausing to look at the brightly colored banners flying above you. Gather Grounds(#2231RJL) This broad meadow has been used for Gathers and other festivities as long as memory and Harper stories can recall. The level area is a perfect backdrop for colorful crafter tents, stalls selling food or drink, and game booths, as well as holding the carefully delineated dancing square and stage in a perfectly crafted setting. During the rest of the turn, the gather grounds provide a relaxing place for apprentices to congregate and engage in outdoor games, or walk along the tree lined banks of the stream in quiet contemplation. A small pathway meanders through the grounds, taking you on a lovely walk that eventually ends in the herb garden of Healer Hall. The mountains that house Fort Weyr bulk protectively in the distance, while the main road leads south towards Harper Hall. Contents: Birgitte Haisen Giremi Xiabeth Myglin Guess-The-Vintage Booth Winecraft Pavillion (WP)(#4493JMe$) Harper Hall Pavilion(#8117JOe) Obvious exits: Harper Cotholds Meadow Small Trail Main Road Birgitte detaches herself from a knot of young folks all clad in Harper blue and meanders over towards the nearest table of wine and nibblies. Her strides are long and loose, but her direction lacks focus and she ends up meandering from table to table, booth to booth, not yet stopping anywhere. The crowd is in full swing down around the Gather square, booths open for business, the wine stalls doing a merry trade, the first group of harpers up on stage tuning up for the dancing. There's a regular traffic of people walking between the Grounds and the Hall too, for the musical performances going on in the Hall proper. While many of the 'Reachian contingent has been in and out of the Gather, it's not until evening that a large group of them - mostly of the same wing, if the shoulder patches are any indication - turn up in full force. The group is loud and chatty, calling out greetings to familiar faces as they head in from the road. A few start to drift off immediately towards the dancing, or towards the food. R'hin, however, seems more content to move through the crowd initially, nodding here and there in greeting. The dark-haired woman is staring down the wineskin like it owed her meal, "I'd rather walk," Haisen answers in an amused tone. "Better for me to spot people." Right. The shawl she's loosely holding is already slinking to the ground again, but at the moment she's not giving it any notice. "Are all harpers like you?" she asks when he talks of spoiling her, sliding a glance at him in time to catch his blush. "Sweet with words n'all?" In the end, she nods for them to walk from the wine table, setting aside any further teasing jabs for now. Again the apprentice's eyes close to slits as he watches his quarry head for the dining tables. Now that Myglin has singled out his prey he contemplates his next move over a well-earned dinner, with still a sixteenth or two for bubblies. Back at the Smithcraft booth, Shurra has been fussing with this, that and the other, tending to sales of the more expensive objects and combing the crowd for potential buyers. It is then she spies the two Reachian riders, gold and bronze -- and she has just the thing for them. A series of goblets. enameled and plated dragon-shaped stems holding delicate bowls of crystal. These she places in the most prominent spot at the booth. Giremi spots the slinking of the shawl and dips a hand back to catch it up and awkwardly re-drape it, should Haisen allow it. "Here, lady first," he passes the wineskin over to her and slips away from the wine stall, setting off into the drifting crowd of folk walking the booths, but keeping to the outer edge where it's less tight. "Some are, some aren't," Giremi answers her question eventually. "Some of them just like to play music, some of them are really good at negotiation. Mostly, I'm good with records, but you already know that, Haisen." Birgitte smiles benignly at a small snipe of a lad who reaches up to snare a skin of wine before disappearing beneath the closest table. Remembering such times, herself, she drops the linen tablecloth back into place in front of the thief before casually reaching out to claim herself a glass. A nod, to the booth's keeper, and she continues on finding herself in front of that smith's booth soon enough. "Good evening", she says evenly. R'hin's halted by one of the 'Reachian greenriders, chuckling at her low words as he nods towards the winecraft tent. Pale eyes drift over and settle on Birgitte with a quirk of lips, murmuring something to the rider he's paused to chat to before heading with determined strides towards the goldrider. "Ah. If it isn't our esteemed Eastern weyrwoman," his low voice announces his arrival close to Birgitte's shoulder, complete with deliberately warm smile. "In the mood for buying, are we?" Before Haisen takes the wineskin without question, she bends awkwardly when Giremi goes to pick up her slipping shawl, not quick enough to get it herself. Once she pops the seal and takes grateful sip, "I was just teasin'," she slips that in after his response, shaking her head at him as she passes the wine back to him. "I think takin' me here is spoilin' me enough, harper. Y'got me here in a dress and everything." Birgitte finds herself saluting the Reachian bronzerider with a glass of wine... again the wine. "Ho, Weyrleader. How fares my favorite world of rock and ice and Riders beyond compare?" She glances back at the offered ware and shrugs her skinny shoulders. "I doubt it, I doubt it. Few marks to spare and noone to share such excess with I'm afraid... at least none I'd bother to spend the marks on. And you? Out shopping for the Weyrwoman are yea?" Giremi accepts the skin from the traveler and tips it up for a sip. "Ah, sorry, I still have trouble telling sometimes. I'll learn." He drinks and then passes the skin back. "You think that's enough? That's just a favor, as far as I'm concerned, making sure you got the ride here." He looks around with a grin. "I'll let you pay for your own boots though." R'hin's low laugh is accompanied by a pointed glance at the glass of wine in Birgitte's hand. "'Reaches fares well, and thank you for asking. Eastern?" The response is perfunctory, not particularly containing genuine interest. "The Weyrwoman's tastes are fairly particular. I wouldn't presume," he says, though the curl of lips perhaps suggests otherwise. "Unless, of course, you'd be willing to give a poor bronzerider some suggestions?" His hand gestures towards the contents of the smith's booth, without glancing at them; his eyes remain on Birgitte. Myglin just watches the world pass by as he slowly finishes his meal. Perhaps a little shopping, not that a junior apprentice would have the marks to buy much f anything. He wouldn't stoop so low as to steal anything, but wheedling another into paying for it is something else. Shurra is nearly frantic as the two Reachian riders park themselves in front of her booth. Dragon-goblets, eating utensels and even sturdy earthenware mugs for klah, all beckon for attention. "Oh gee, thanks," Haisen responds to the harper's quip about her paying for her own boots in amused sarcasm. "I see bein' a gentleman only goes so far." With a roll of her shoulders, she's taking the skin back with a hasty grin and watching the different groups meandering through the booths. If any were watching, she would still be oblivious, for now. "So tell me," she states evenly after a light drink from the skin as they walk. "How's the record room organization goin?" 'So I can mess it up again', she seems to leave out, though the intentions are apparent by the broadening grin on her face. Birgitte pointedly takes a sip from her glass, watching the other Rider over the thin wooded rim with guileless blue eyes. "Ah, my own patch of rock and dragons lacks the excellent vintages of this gather, R'hin, but otherwise Eastern fares well. I found us a new Tanner Journeyman the other day so they've sent me out to tempt a Harper south." She looks at the offered wares again, glancing at the Smith for permission before reaching out towards a very gaudy, very clumpy, very heavy goblet of gilt and silver. "Doesn't this just say Satiet to you?", she queries sweetly. "You could get a matched set." Giremi looks caught off guard by that for a moment, then rallies. "Well, you did say you wanted to spend some of your own marks. I don't want to disrespect your independence," he quips back, and steals the skin for another drink. "The organization is just about done, we're working through some of the older materials that weren't indexed now. It's shaping up nicely." He ducks around a clump of those Reachian riders who've gotten some very strong drink and are singing something off-key, letting off steam from the recent stresses. Low, mirthful laughter is R'hin's initial response to Birgitte's sip, amused acknowledgement dancing in pale eyes. "Ah, stripping the north of its valued resources. Commendable." The words themselves might seem full of challenge, but the bronzerider's tone is light enough to make it a clear tease. Birgitte's selection of a goblet draws his attention towards the booth's contents, with a flicker of brows that speaks loud tones of incredulity. In deference to the nearness of the smith, his voice lowers, bending lips near to the goldrider's ear, "Ah, come now, Birgitte. I must live with our dear lady of the spires, surely you would not seek to have harm to come to me by delivering such an... overdramatic piece?" While the nearby singing of some of his riders earns a knowing grin, it doesn't distract him for overlong. There's a cackle-like laughter, quiet, coming from Haisen at the harper's answer, not answering it further with words. Letting him steal back the wine, "Good," she answers with approval about the record room. "Then you don' mind me occupying the space there when I do. Not many places I can get peace and quiet without someone either lookin' to get me angry or to put me to work." Following Giremi around the group of Reachian riders, "Besides," she adds quickly to him, "Still need to look for Melin. I'll probably be off to Bitra in the next sevenday." Birgitte bares her oh-so-white, oh-so-sharp teeth at the young Weyrleader in a wicked smile but then she breaks into a surprisingly deep laugh. "Shells, R'hin", hefting the goblet in one hand a few times careful of its great weight. "Actually I'd never recommend this for any Weyrwoman... or weyrmates of any kind now that I think of it. Could you imagine the damage one could do throwing this across a Weyr?" She places the hideous thing carefully back onto the table and skirts her attention over the breakable potteries and too-sharp knives. A safe suggestion does not, as yet, present itself. Shurra is right there in front of Birgitte. "Weyrwoman," as all mature goldriders are by default weyrwomen of some degree, "perhaps you would prefer something more refined, such as this," and she offers the gold and crystal dragon-goblet. "That is mere apprentice-work," she offers disparigingly, "whereas this was crafted by myself and Ransom, a fellow journeymans Smith. Only a Master could do better. And the gold of the dragon on this goblet is solid gold alloy, not mere gilding. Nothing less for the rider of the queen of dragons." "No, I don't mind. I'm in there half the day recopying stuff anyway, so if you need to duck out of the way, come on in," offers Giremi kindly, perhaps even hopefully. "Of course," studiously Giremi keeps his face neutral and doesn't remark about that. As they pass by the Weyrleader and goldrider, Giremi gives a polite nod and clears his throat. "Harper's duties to the Reaches, sir." "Weyrmates?" R'hin echoes Birgitte's word with a mixture of bemusement and good humor. "I'd hardly use that particular term. Thankfully, we share separate weyrs," he offers with the faintest twitch of shoulders. Shurra's intervention earns an interested look, and his eyes pass over her offering with a sidelong, questioning glance at Birgitte. He's soon distracted by the nearby greeting, half turning to seek out the speaker, eyes settling on Giremi and the woman with him. "Ah, Harper Giremi," he greets cheerfully. "Good to see you again. 'Reaches duties to the Harper Hall. How fare things at Telgar?" Birgitte holds up her hand to forestall the smith a moment and raises one thin, blond brow at Giremi. "And Eastern, I assume", says the oddly knotted goldrider with a teasing smile. "A lovely gather the Craft is hosting tonight, Harper. Good wines." She nods to Craftsman and his companion. "Do tell, if you know, has the young apprentice Emmi sung tonight yet? I promised I'd try and catch her performance." Back to R'hin, "Truly? How sad for you." Its hard to say if she's serious or still teasing him. Haisen catches that small note of something hopeful in the harper's voice, letting a brow arch at it. "Yeah," she answers, taking firmer reign of her gauzy shawl, "I just bet you do." Was that a note of flirtacion in that tone? If it was, it's covered up with attention to the wineskin, Giremi abruptly bringing her sharp attention over at the Reachian Weyrleader and goldrider. Since he greets them, she doesn't, an awkward grin given to both R'hin and Birgitte along with a silent study. A slight smile is tendered to Haisen from the harper before he turns his attention back to making small-talk with the High Reaches Weyrleader. "Telgar fares well, Weyrleader, thank you for asking. And likewise, sir. Everything is well at the Reaches? Also, may I present my friend, Haisen." He nods to the dark-haired young lady on his arm. "Haisen, this is R'hin, Weyrleader at High Reaches." He blinks at Birgitte as if he's only just noticed her and is trying to sort things out. "Ah, yes, Eastern?" he looks puzzled for a moment. "Harper's duties of course." "Sad indeed," R'hin allows at Birgitte's observation. "Does that mean I at least get the pity vote?" he murmurs in a quiet undertone, accompanied by a curl of lips, "To help me pick a gift, of course," he adds a beat later. The amusement lingers as his head tips briefly at the harper. "Indeed, 'Reaches fares well. Ah-- pleased to meet you, Haisen," he greets warmly enough, pale eyes flickering over the woman in obvious scrutiny. "Ah-- yes, my apologies. May I introduce Birgitte, of Eastern Weyr?" a hand outstretches somewhat to the goldrider at his side, "Harper Giremi-- he's Emilly and G'rad's son." Shurra looks a bit crestfallen at the two riders' dismissal of her work and the entire booth. But at least the crowd gathering about the booth could provide a few marks and make for less to repack and drag back to the Hall. Her attention turns to the work of the apprentices, who are rapidly learning a lesson in salesmanship. As for his part, Myglin has finally finished with his meal and is wandering about the various booths, passing judgement on the various crafts. As usual, Smithcraft wins out in the end, although the judge is just a /wee/ bit biased.... And speaking of Smithcraft -- there is quite a knot of people gathered in front of it -- most notably the Weyrleader of High Reaches and a Weyrwoman with a knot of unfamiliar colors. Hitching the grin wider, "A pleasure, Weyrleader," Haisen says in greeting to R'hin, his scrutiny getting a small quirk of her lips. She nods a formal enough greeting to Birgitte then, awarding her the same study before she glances at Giremi with mild amusement. With the introductions being made, she's definitely not formal enough to not drink from the wineskin at her side during it, the skin already about empty when she tries to not make a show of shaking it. Birgitte chuckles softly, well-used to being over looked. "Birgitte and Sililith", offered with a precisely accurate bow at being presented to them. "Once of High Reaches also, but currently stripping the north of its most valued resources." She cheerfully steals R'hin's words and repackages them with her own easy contralto. "A pleasure to meet you Harper Giremi. I know your parents then." Another friendly nod to Haisen, "And your lovely friend." She smiles with that effortless social ease of people who smile for a living, but there's a true spark of interest in Brie's ice-blue eyes. It sharpens again as she turns back to R'hin, "I think the jury is still out on you, sir." Eyes crossing a little as Birgitte states her dragon's name, Giremi extends a hand to the weyrwoman. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry I don't remember you, I left the Weyr about 7 turns ago and was only a child of course, at the time. Well met Birgitte, Telgar's duties as well as Harper's to you and your queen. And yes, you'd know my parents." The harper's smile warms just a little at mention of both riders. "I'm pleased to hear all is well at ho-- the Reaches." Haisen's also wider smile, seems to set Giremi more at ease and he nods at the wineskin. "Do we need to make another stop at another wine stall? I'll bet the first would be willing to cut us a deal though." R'hin's bubbling laughter accompanies Birgitte's paraphrasing, pale eyes gleaming with amusement. "At least she's honest about it. However," he holds a hand up, "'Reaches has first dibs on Harper Giremi, if he should ever choose to move on from Telgar. Harper Mahew, I think, would welcome the company." It's hard to tell from the Weyrleader's grin whether he's being entirely facetious or not. The goldrider's latter comment earns a sidelong look, and a quirk of lips. "Well, perhaps there'll be opportunity for me to sway the jury. Wine, actually," he picks up Giremi's thread, even if it's not directed at him, "Sounds like a fine idea. Don't you think, weyrwoman?" Deliberately bland tones. Haisen could probably smile alittle longer - if that were something she was used to. What was once a decent enough smile slowly slips into something crooked, listening with mild interest the words exchanged between the riders and Giremi until certain words get her attention. With a quick look at R'hin, "Sure," she offers the harper wryly. "Are y'still buyin'?" she adds, seeming in jest. Birgitte meets him, palm to palm, with the hand not currently hosting her own half-empty wooden goblet of wine. "Too young to remember me then, and no harm done. Its hard to forget your father's Behemoth, once you've met'm. Or Sionath for that matter. But 'Lilith and I have been Eastern for turns now." She reaches out further, offering her short-nailed skinny hand to Haisen as well. "Are you both from Telgar then? Ever thought about living south..." her offer trails off as R'hin interupts with plans of his own. "Fine. I trust you will put Eastern third on your list then, Giremi, if Telgar and the spires of the north do not claim you. But yes, shall we find some more wine all around... if you two young folk were not heading off to the dancing." Giremi colors a little at R'hin's words. "I'm honored sir, that the Weyr would like me back." He nods severally as both R'hin and Haisen react positively to the suggestion of more wine. "Yes," he says rather boldly, fingering the marks in his pocket and flashes another broad grin. "But after that, I'm hoping we'll be able to get a turn in on the dance floor." His head bobs again at Birgitte's mention of his parents' dragons. "Behemoth is indeed, difficult to forget, he occupies rather a large space in one's memory once met," says the young harper deadpan. "I will certainly keep the south on my list, should the opportunity arise." "High Reaches looks after its own," R'hin replies with easy smile, "But, I shall not be so crude as to attempt to continue to poach you at a gather of all places--" the dry words might be directed at Birgitte, though his gaze is moving from the harper to his companion, "Perhaps you two could lead the way to the winecraft stall?" he suggests. "And, dancing sounds like an excellent suggestion," the rider agrees smoothly enough, half turning towards the goldrider to offer his arm in escort, brow quirked in silent query. Taking Birgitte's hand briefly and firmly, "I'm just holed up in Telgar for awhile," Haisen answers the goldrider briskly. Giremi's answer to her jest gets a huffed sound from her, squeezing his arms briefly to add, "I knew all this butterin'-up was for some means to an end," in a lower but still audible tone. "Fill me with wine to get me on the dancefloor. Forgot to tell me how sneaky harpers are." But with a faintly sly grin, she's willing to let Giremi lead him and the Weyrleaders back to the winestall without protest - and if there's narrowed eyes his way, it probably would be easily missed. Birgitte is all friendly smiles for Haisen and Giremi, "Oh they train the Harper's to make anyone look good while dancing, Haisen. You'll be fine." And then the goldrider drops into line behind the young couple turning her attention to R'hin. "Efficient", she spars with another grin and as slips her lean arm easily through the bronzerider's as if she fit there. "It is only crude if you don't know what you're doing." She leans towards the Weyrleader, the elegant bend of a willow in the wind, her contralto feigning a purr, "And I am verrry, verrry good at what I do." Giremi chuckles softly at Haisen's remarks. "Yes, because I'm a very sneaky harper," he says dryly and heads off back the way they came in search of a fresh wineskin "It's just this way, sir". Birgitte's voice behind him, doing that purring thing, earns a twisted-neck look from the young harper though, eyes turned hastily back to the front and he leans towards Haisen, murmuring something in an undertone. Amusement curls the 'Reachian Weyrleader's lips upwards. "Ah, well," R'hin's free hand lifts and gestures as if in defeat, "You're certainly very good at holding your wine, weyrwoman, so I'll believe it of you." And if the sidelong look he gives the goldrider is any indication, R'hin's words are teasing. The bronzerider keeps pace with his companion, the perfect gentleman as they travel in the wake of the harper and his friend. "You admit it," Haisen takes Giremi's dry quip as simple confirmation, though whether on purpose or not is difficult to tell. Catching the goldrider's comment, "It's not the lookin' good I'm worried about," she returns back her way with a lingering glance at the Weyrleader as she strides beside the harper with a more stalking grace rather than feminine. "Esteemed friends," she drawls out the harper's way, indicating his familiarity with the Weyrleader. Whatever else she was to add halts when he leans to murmur to her, the only reaction from her being a vaguely raised brow. Birgitte pads sedately along for the short trip from booth to booth, though their progress is slow around revelers and sots. She pauses only once and gives R'hin a look with knitted brows and, as yet, clear and sober blue eyes. "You sir", she decides happily, "Are a bad, bad influence." She untangles herself from the northern weyrleader as they reach their goal and grins. "Luckily I am immune to bad influences." A turn, a yell, "Wine over here please!". With a light step and a flash of blue skirts, she waits to see if he'll hold a chair out for her as they claim an empty table near the busiest of the wine booths. "Wine!" Its busy and noisy, Brie has to yell. This time, Giremi only smiles at Haisen, continuing onward until they reach the winestall. "My parents were both assistant weyrlinmasters at one time or another," he explains for her comment about his knowing the Weyrleader. "And you really /can't/ miss my father's dragon. Bronze as big as a queen, enormous." He gestures a little to indicate how big, then startles as Birgitte starts yelling for wine. Rather than joining the other pair at that table, the harper finds a spot at the counter where he tries to catch the same apprentice as before to make a quiet deal for another skin and he bends to whisper to Haisen again. The broad grin and wry spread of hands on the part of the 'Reachian Weyrleader does, perhaps, indicate unspoken admission to the goldrider's accusation. "Far be it for me to contradict a weyrwoman," R'hin murmurs with continued humor glinting in pale eyes. Playing the part of the consummate gentleman, the bronzerider's quick to pull out a chair for Birgitte, hands resting on the back of the chair as gaze follows the harper and Haisen. "Do you always get what you demand, weyrwoman?" the mild query follows her yell with a faint curl of lips. Once at the winestall, Haisen takes amusement in Birgitte's call for the wine there. "Not into the heavier stuff?" she asks of the goldrider, scanning the bottles much like an artist would his painting for flaws. R'hin's demeanor with Birgitte gets even more of her interest when Giremi comments about his parents in the High Reaches, idle in her keeping the shawl between her arms. "Fascinating," is all she says before she's already looking over the heavy stuff on the table while Giremi gets the wine. It's hard to tell whether that word was towards someone in particular or for Giremi's words, and it's belated when she glances his way at his whispered words, dark eyes lingering more on the table as she responds aloud "Don't go gettin' all romantic on me, harper." It almost seems like a warning, with the level look sent his way, but she does straighten from her study of the table to face him. "But you have my attention nonetheless." It's probably the best answer he's going to get, along with a quirked grin. Birgitte laughs then, that low amused rumble more suited to a large feline or a dragon than the scrawny rider. "Would you believe me if I said 'Always', R'hin?" She settles into her chair with an elegant swish of skirts and then promptly ruins the ladylike behavior by dropping her elbows to the table and her chin into her hands. "Would that I could command the world, but, alas", she rolls her crystalline blue eyes at'm all "The world hardly sets itself to me." Still, somehow, the wine arrives and the Eastern-stamped marks are paid without any care for the cost at all. A Weyrwoman on retainer has to have some privledges afterall. "Come, share mine and you can share yours later." There's an emphasis on the 'you'. Them. You two. Yous. Giremi sets his marks down for the wine the apprentice brings him and he tilts a questioning look at Haisen, then nods after a moment. "Cross my heart," he finally says and collects the new wineskin. A slight bow towards Birgitte and then he clears his throat. "I'm afraid I must decline weyrwoman, please do excuse us, as we intend to walk some more. The night is so fine and the Gather so joyful, it's hard for restless feet to be still." He nods R'hin's way as well. "Begging your pardon, sir, I'll wish you clear skies back the Reaches now." With that said, he offers Haisen his arm again and the wineskin to boot and sets off back out into the Gather once more. "Perhaps I would at that, Birgitte," R'hin allows in a low, amused murmur. Haisen's glance in their direction earns an easy grin from the Weyrleader - as if perhaps used to such observation - before he takes the seat to Birgitte's right. "If you could command the world," he picks up the thread of conversation with the ease of an expert, "You'd deprive the world of wine stocks, and that would be a terrible shame. Let us not think of such dire consequences on this happy occasion. Instead, I think a toast to the riders of Pern is in order-- don't you?" A tilt of his head doesn't quite cover the gleam in his eyes. His head lifts at Giremi's words, nodding towards the man. "Good evening to you, Harper-- and to you, Haisen," he says, by way of easy farewell. Birgitte isn't about to try and keep any young couple from the festivities to mess and grow musty with the likes of herself -- no speaking for R'hin. She does speak to R'hin though, sitting up and waving him to pour if he cares to. She finishes what was left in her earlier cup and offers him the empty vessel for refilling. "I seem to recall a similar toast leading to a terrible headache and some significant reprisals from Sililith, R'hin", she accuses gently. "Still... " watching the wine with feral blue eyes, "I'm much more sober this time and shall show you I have some measure of restraint." She pauses and looks him over again with that grimalkin's gaze. "Will there be dancing, before the night is done?" Haisen snorts lightly at Giremi, not looking to answer that returned response verbally when he starts preparing to depart. With the easy grin getting returned to the Weyrleader, "Enjoy your wine," is her own farewell, passing it onto Birgitte with a brief nod. Then, taking the harper's offered arm without the usual protest, the dark-haired woman heads off back into the crowds, one last curious look behind her in the process. "Thank you sir," Giremi finalizes his departure and heads down a few booths, the crowd terribly thick by now, the dancefloor full to bursting. He nods off into the gathering dusk. "That way?" he proposes, brows uplifted in question at a small trail leading off amongst the fields and flowers. With the familiarity of an expert, R'hin lifts the wine, examining it with a critical eye, uncorking it and breathing deeply before he nods satisfaction. Only then does he lean to fill Birgitte's glass, then one for himself. "Restraint, hm?" disbelief is clear in the rise of brows, though perhaps ruined somewhat by the quirk of lips that soon follows. "Ah, rest assured, weyrwoman, there's definitely dancing in your future," he assures. "Would you like to do the toast, since you're the expert?" he gestures towards her, lifting his glass with the other hand. Once into the thick of the crowd, Haisen is giving intense study of the passing stalls until Giremi points out the small trail away from the Gather. She only gives a wordless gesture, agreement, before starting out towards the indicating direction with the occasional furtive glance as is normal and familiar to her. Giremi meanders down the trail slowly, drifting in and out of sight in the distance before disappearing from view. Giremi has left. Birgitte considers that, swirling the wine around in her goblet which sort of loses its effect her glass being not of glass, but she swirls it out of habit and takes a few moments to think. Then, raising it towards the weyrleader. "For Riders everywhere: love well, live long, fly high, drink deep." She goes to toast him, but then adds Harper's quote, "For as long as we have faith in dragons that fly above, the last of us to lose will not be the last to love." Haisen meanders down the trail slowly, drifting in and out of sight in the distance before disappearing from view. Haisen has left. Myglin heads down the small road toward the farmlands, quickly lost to sight behind a stand of young trees. Myglin has left. R'hin's pale eyes perhaps linger on Birgitte longer than socially acceptable; he's stirred to motion finally, lifting his glass and downing the contents in a long gulp. "Well spoken," he says, and if his voice is a little rough, that's easily attributed to the speed at which he consumed the contents of the glass. Birgitte matches him, downing her cup with a bit of difficulty but no lack of enthusiasm. She matches him then, at least to start, drink for solid drink with the studious intensity of a Harper at his studies... only this test is liquid and to pass the final exam is not to pass out at all. |
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