Logs:Of Challenges and Changes
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| RL Date: 5 July, 2006 |
| Who: Ayana, K'ylon, M'wen, Moyra, R'hin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| When: Day 6, Month 4, Turn 8 (Interval 10) |
| Your location's current time: 21:47 on day 6, month 4, Turn 58, of the Tenth Pass. It is a spring evening. You fly west, meeting the headwinds and flying to the corrals. You climb down Leiventh's side to the ground, as the dragon rumbles softly. Ista Weyr Beach: North(#522RJMs) Sunset at the beach: as the cool wind blows in from over the waters, the sallow sun slips below the wave-tossed sea that fades from green to black. The light of Rukbat washes the beach, the forests to your south, and the great black rock of the Weyr behind you in crimson light. The stars climb up over the Weyr and the plateau to your east, rising above the mist cast by the dancing waterfall that glows in a million firey rainbows. The black sands of the beach stretch for kilometres to the north and south, following the shoreline of the plateau. Below the pastel beauty of the blue-green sunset sky to the west, the dark smudges of the Ista Isles float on the sea, like the coils of some mythical monster. The dry winter season relieves Ista Island of its humidity, replacing it with light, buoyant air. As the sun sets, a gray blanket of clouds dominates the sky and a nice, light breeze carries the scent of sea air. To the northwest, a bridge arches over the stream. To the south, the beaches continue to where long docks stretch far into the bay. Contents: M'wen Maxeoth Leiventh Dajianth Kyreth Obvious exits: Plateau Docks WaterFall The Sandbar Sea Leiventh lands with a flicker of sand to the right of Maxeoth, head tipping this way and that as he takes in his new, unfamiliar surroundings. A faint, low rumble of greeting is given as he recognizes Kyreth, even as his rider swings a leg over and slides down, immediately preceding to unbutton and slip out of his flight jacket. "Not bad, not bad," R'hin murmurs, though it's difficult to discern exactly what the comment refers to. Taking a deep breath, he slips off his gloves and helmet, tucking the former into the latter before placing them in the bronze's saddlebags. "So, where to?" pale glance slips M'wen's way, with a twitch of lips. Kyreth gives a warble towards Leiventh as he plays in the ocean. M'wen slides off his dragon, eye's blinking in the sun and sand. Maxeoth warbles a greating to the other dragon, and starts prodding around the sand. Stretching in the sand, he takes off his riding gear and breathes the warm air deeply, "Umm, Not quite sure actually...never been here before..." He starts walking along the beach slowly, looking around. Leiventh, unlike Maxeoth, seems content enough to settle into the warm sand, inner eyelids closing, falling still as seems to be his usual mien. R'hin, after a last touch of palm to the bronze's hide, steps away, loosing a few of the strings at the front of his shirt, hand running through his hair. "That's half the fun," he answers M'wen, eyes glittering with barely withheld pleasure. "Pick a direction," he encourages, "O leader." Leiventh senses that Kyreth's touch is like quiet desert storm as he sends his way « My rider would like to extend a warm greeting, and welcome. » M'wen hmms, looking around randoming. Spotting people over by the dock, hegestures towards them to R'hin, "How bout over that way? There's some people over there..." Then walking in the general direction, he sets off, not looking to see if R'hin is behind him. M'wen steps off the beach into The Sandbar, brushing black sand off his feet as he disappears inside. M'wen has left. You step into The Sandbar, brushing black sand off your feet as you enter. Ista Weyr -- The Sandbar(#4182RJ) This dockside tavern stretches over the water, accessible from beach, docks or harbour itself. The light sound of slapping waves can be heard beneath the floorboards, and there are no walls, allowing tropical breezes to waft through and indulging patrons in panoramic ocean views. The carved wooden bar takes up the north end of the room, covered with a wood and reed roof that protects it from impromptu showers. The rest of the booths rest along the outside of the floor, all situated to be oceanside and set with brightly coloured cushions. The thatched wood roof continues along those booths leaving the center of the area open-air, though a metal canopy rests along the outside of one wall, ready to be drawn atop for rain or Threadfall. Further to the north and south the beach continues on for kilometers, black sand tinged a ruddy red with the blazing light of a fading sunset. Waves wash upon the beach with a steady roar, sending spray flying into the air at the furthest end of the beach to the south where a collection of rocks litter the shoreline. The dry winter season relieves Ista Island of its humidity, replacing it with light, buoyant air. As the sun sets, a gray blanket of clouds dominates the sky and a nice, light breeze carries the scent of sea air. ~ +views are available ~ Contents: M'wen Ayana Moyra(#18167PJce) Obvious exits: Beach Docks Leiventh> Kyreth senses that Leiventh acknowledges the mental greeting, returning it in kind, turning the desert storm into a crimson fire as his own mental voice joins in. « Mine is surprised to see you and yours here. We came for the warmth and the sun. » Ayana and Moyra are sitting at the bartop, both with glasses in their hands. Ayana looks much more relaxed than usual as she drinks down her wine quickly. "Lyss is very nice," she says to Moyra before something draws her attention towards the Reachians's arrival. A grin is given as her eyes spot R'hin before she tips a glass in his direction. R'hin paces along the sand, long strides quickly catching him up with his fellow 'Reachian. He seems oddly approving of M'wen's choice of direction, though it fades soon enough as he glances around, hands casually in his pockets. A low, impressed whistle escapes him. "We ought to have something like this, don't you think, M'wen? Though I guess the view of a snowy mountainside isn't quite the attraction as an ocean view." As they approach the pair at the bar, his low, smooth voice alters slightly, warmer as he greets, "High Reaches' duties to Ista... and to Igen," he adds as he catches sight of Ayana with a twitch of lips, eyes lingering on the bluerider as he salutes. M'wen mumbles something about High Reaches duties, but its quietness is whisked away by the slight breeze. Turning to R'hin, "It'd be pretty hard to maintain a beach tavern at the 'Reaches considering, One, we don't really have a beach, and two, half the turn is winter." Seeing R'hins smirk directed at him for the sub-standard greeting, he sighs, turning to the people at the bar, "High Reaches duties to Ista and Igen," and with that his gives a slight glare in R'hins direction. Moyra listens in to the conversation, looking between all the other riders, and smiles to each. "I don't know about that." She says to the first rider, "A nice alpine pub sounds like it would be a great idea to have." She offers him. The Igen brownrider looks more than pleased to see R'hin as she waves them both over. "Welcome. Didn't think I'd be seeing you two so soon after the goldflight." Her hazel eyes linger on the bronze weyrling the longest ofcourse before glancing at Moyra, "I wish they'd have one of these in Igen," she adds candidly. "They'd do good business there." "Spoilsport," R'hin murmurs good-maturely. "How about an lake tavern that becomes an ice-rink tavern for half the Turn? We're taking it upon ourselves to visit all the Weyrs of Pern and steal all the best ideas from them." Judging by the grin that twitches his lips, he's being facetious, though Moyra's agreement with his haphazard idea earns a pleased grin at the encouragement." Eyes glitter with barely suppressed amusement as M'wen repeats his greeting, looking well-pleased despite the glare he receives from his fellow 'Reachian. His attention once more alters to the two at the bar, as he asks, "Mind if we join you ladies? I'm R'hin, Leiventh's rider, and this is M'wen, Maxeoth's," he introduces with a wave of hand, more for Moyra's benefit than Ayana's, it would seem. "Good to see you again, Ayana. Kyreth's well?" he asks, voice warm and solicitous. Moyra nods her head to Ayana, and grins. "Aye, but then you have to have folks to let the existance be, well, not of the weyr, but part of. Too much control over a bar can kill it." "Yeah...I'm...what he said," M'wen says, then with a slight hiss to R'hin, "I can introduce myself, thank you very much...Bit to late for that though", Then grinning over at Moyra, "Well I'd have no problem with a Alpine bar, but there'd be quite the problem with a beach bar at the 'Reaches." The blush is apparent on Ayana's face, but whether it's from the wine or the arrivals is anyone's guess. She nods to R'hin then, "We don't mind at all," and she looks quickly to Moyra for confirmation. "Just enjoying some drinks...well, I am." She suddenly eyes M'wen closely, "I think I have met you....L'sen brought you all over to see us during your candidacy." She's looks pleased to finally remember before she answer Moyra with a blink. "I guess I can see that," she muses slowly, "but it sure beats making the beach or the Rim into a place to drink." She flashes an innocent smile before it turns on R'hin. "It's good to see you. Ky...well..you saw him out there, hm? He's having the time of his life. I promised the big silly a swim." R'hin bestows a brief, unreadable look on his fellow 'Reachian, before the bronzerider's shoulders shift and hands spread briefly in what could be taken as silent apology. Moyra's comment earns an interested look. "You sound as if you're familiar with the business." It's statement, but there's a hint of query in there, head tipped ever so slightly. Grateful for the invitation extended, he hooks a leg through the barstool nearest Ayana, pulling it out a little so he can still see the others, before settling down on it. The Igenite's drink is eyed with interest and perhaps a little wistfulness, before the gaze is turned on the rider herself with a knowing grin. "Leiventh's more interested in the sun. We've plenty of water at the 'Reaches, he says." Moyra nods her head to R'hin, "Aye, in my spre time I helped run the waverider, and then when I was an assistant headwoman here, are worked in here as well. Think I would run a pretty good bar." She says. "Call it Centh's Place." M'wen grins slightly at Ayana, nodding, "Yeah, that's right, L'sen took me an some of the other candidates down here, can't quite remember why, but you and...ummm...Delu I think her name is? were down here with your dragons." Sitting down beside R'hin, he leans back making sure not to fall off the stool. Ayana notes R'hin's look at her glass and wordlessly offers it to him as she gives Moyra a warm smile. "I think you should," she offers her, "and if you ever do, let me know." A wink is given before she regards M'wen with a smirk. "Yeah, me and Delu," she says with a chuckle. "L'sen really cracked me up. You know he came back to teach us straps....well, tried to anyway. I was laughing more than listening since he made no sense." She slides a glance to R'hin then, the smirk lingering as she adds "If Leiventh likes the sun, he should come to Igen. That's pretty much all we got." K'ylon wanders in from the beach. K'ylon has arrived. "In Tillek?" R'hin sounds both surprised and interested at Moyra's admission. "Think we could lure you to the 'Reaches with the promise of a job?" he asks, laughingly, eyes trailing towards her knot, as if aware of the likelihood of that. Lips purse briefly at M'wen's words, as if surprised, though he doesn't comment on it. Another look is given to Ayana, the bronzerider taking note of the fading blush with a curve of lips, accepting the offer of her drink with a silent nod of his head in appreciation. He takes an experimental sniff, then a brief sip of the drink, brows flickering upwards in pleasant surprise. "I can see I'm going to have to come back here and sample the lot. As for Igen - I'd already planned to," his voice drops notably, faint hint of humor in his voice. Moyra shakes herhead to R'hin, and laughs, "No, Centh likes the snow, but he thinks Ista is the best place on pern." She admits, smiling to him. But she nods to Ayana, "If I get the chance, I will. Maybe we all can run it." M'wen nods his head, "Never can have enough places like this on pern...if you get the chance, I'm sure it would be a great place!" Then looking around, "So what sort's of stuff -do- they have here?" K'ylon arrives with little fanfare and looks about. Catching sight of Moyra he nods, but noting her company doesn't make an immediate trek her way. He waves though. "I like a man who can appreciate a good drink," Ayana comments on the bronzerider, giving him a winning smile before her blush deepens. She nods to his comment about visiting Igen, her impish smirk rather suggestive before she changes it to something more innocent on Moyra. "Oh me run a bar with you? Has anyone warned you about me? I'll drink you out of business," she teases with a chuckle. Looking interested at M'wen's question for what stuff is done in Ista, the brownrider looks at Moyra with interest. "Yeah, I was wondering that myself," she muses with a nod. "Granted, I'm still thinking about what all we do in Igen....which isn't much because it's so hot. If I'm not doing extra drills with L'cah, me and Ky are usually swimming. You can tell Lyss later that Igen's really good for swimming." "Well, I hope you'll at least visit. Perhaps you can give some advice, instead. Consultant," R'hin suggests blithely to Moyra, good humor still lingering in his voice. M'wen's query gets a curious look, interested in the response, it would seem. Even though he's finished tasting the drink, his fingers linger on the glass, giving Ayana a knowing, sidelong look, along with a twitch of lips at her reaction. "That sounds like a challenge," he says, "Give me a few months, and I'll take you up on that." His voice is smooth and confident to the point of cocky - deliberate, it would seem. He hasn't seen K'ylon as yet, his back to the entrance, barstool pulled out from the bar a little ways so he can comfortably converse with the ground. Moyra sees the arrival of K'ylon, and with a smile, waves to him. "Hey there K'ylon." She calls out, and then looks to M'wen, "Well, the bar, we have a pool and garden, and more than a few beaches, and a nice forest to trek through." She says, smiling as she brags about her Weyr. K'ylon smiles at Moyra, moving to the bar to place an order for an ale. M'wen nods, "Sounds like more then we have at the 'Reaches, especially with the bar you have here. All we have is some mountains, snow and a lake." Nodding to the new arrival, he chuckles a little bit at R'hins manner. Ayana gives R'hin a low chuckle, "A challenge? Oh now, not even the oldest brother would take me up on anything to do with drinking," she says playfully. "I don't want you getting sick or anything. I don't want to brag, but," well, yeah, she'll brag "I can hold my own better than most." She pauses as she looks him over, nodding "But, I gave my warning. A few months? You got it." Her voice is just as smooth and cocky as his own, with definite amusement. Glancing at Moyra, she now notices K'ylon and gives him a nod in greeting before her eyes stray back to her. "A pool and a forest?" she echoes suddenly. "Next time I come here, I'm looking for that pool." She agrees with M'wen, "That's way more than what we have in Igen, too. We're lucky to just have the lake, with all the desert we got." R'hin purses his lips briefly at the mention of a forest, but doesn't seem all that surprised. "Don't forget the hot springs," the bronzerider adds quickly to M'wen's list. An easy nod of greeting is given to K'ylon, pale eyes studying the man for a moment, though Ayana soon has his attention again. He seems pleased at her certainty, low chuckle rumbling from him. "If you can out-drink Kamer... then this I -definitely- have to see in person. You're on." He holds his hand out, palm upwards towards her, obviously meaning to shake on it. K'ylon's ale arrive and he pays. Holding the mug in his hands he dabates, eyes drifting to a nearby table and back to the gathering. It doens't take long for hte boy to decide; squaring his shoulders he calls across to Moyra, "Hey, mind a straggler?" M'wen leans back in his chair again, not thinking about the stoolness of it, nearly falling backwards onto his head, just grabbing the edge in time. "Ow, should watch out for this stool thing...", looking at R'hin, "Be sure to tell me when thisis happening...I just -have- to watch." Moyra shakes her head over to K'ylon, "No, not at all, come on over." She calls out, smiling over to Ayana and the others, "This is K'ylon, one of the weyrlings here with me, Blue Alaruth." She says as she makes the intro, making sure there is a seat next to her for him to sit on. Ayana reaches out and takes R'hin's hand, a smile lingering as she says "Oh, I'm going to have fun with you. Many of my victims have been known to eat those words, though. As for Kam, he's an easy mark. He prefers control over drink. Hitting him over the head with a pan would be more effective, I think." She winks before putting in wryly "Bayan's another story." She looks at K'ylon closely, giving him a friendly smile before nodding his way, "Well met, K'ylon." She chuckles at M'wen, "What about you? Not much for a good drink yourself?" "If you want to watch, you have to participate," R'hin warns M'wen, with a grin. "No sitting on the sidelines." As Moyra makes the introduction, his gaze flickers to K'ylon again, offering with a flick of fingers by way of greeting, "R'hin, Leiventh's of the 'Reaches." He's still grinning as his fingers close around Ayana's hand, not looking in the least put off by her words, "I'm willing to take that chance," he assures her, "And I appreciate the advice about Kamer. It may come in handy." Wry, his hand eventually slides from the brownrider's, hooking one foot up onto the cross bar of the stool he's on. Ayana senses R'hin's rough fingers run over your palm in deliberate playfulness as his hand slides free of yours. K'ylon nods to the gathered, taking up a seat with them. "Reaches? Nice to meet you all." He grins over at Moyra. "Regalling them with promises to come visit once we've graduated?" M'wen shakes his head slowly, "Oh, a good drink is fine, but a -good- drink is another matter altogether....I'll have to decline that offer of yours R'hin, but I'll find a way to watch without getting involoved in your game. Somehow...." Then giving a quick nod to K'ylon, "Well met, K'ylon, I'm M'wen with Maxeoth, from the 'Reaches as well." Moyra nods her head to K'ylon, "Not exactly, more a case of talking about the various bars and such around pern, and which ones are the best. I voted for here, and the Tillek/Seacraft complex. Though opening one has been offered as well." Ayana flashes a smile over at K'ylon briefly, "Ayana, Kyreth's rider from Igen," she belatedly offers him. She raises an eyebrow to M'wen, "Not going to participate? A shame...." and she dramatically gives him a sigh. Her eyes are drawn to R'hin now, the amusement there as their hands no longer touch. The blush appearing, "I'm glad to hear it." She frowns alittle, "Hm? Planning on seeing Kam or something? Thought you had enough trouble with Baye." You sense Ayana's soft fingers is quick to return the touch with obvious desire. R'hin's snort is audible enough reaction to M'wen's statement. "You could try. I'm not going to give you any help on that score, though." Anything but, if his tone is anything to go by. A casual shrug is offered in response to Ayana's query, expression taking on a hint of seriousness. "Bayan's going to arrange it," he says, simply. "And I do, but I think it'd be worthwhile. If nothing else, I'm curious. Bayan claims I'm a lot like Kamer." His pale eyes flicker towards Ayana, questioningly, as if silently requesting confirmation. K'ylon lifts his ale with a grin. "Aye. I think here is fine enough - though in truth I'd have to say I've not been to any others." He takes a sip and sets the mug down again, wiping his mouth with the back of a hand before nodding to the others again. "Maybe after graduation." If he isn't held back. M'wen raises an eyebrow at R'hin, obviously nonplussed at his reaction, "And where did you get the idea that I needed your help? Quite typical of you to think so don't you think?". His eyebrow lowers, and he turns to look at K'ylon, "You should come visit the 'Reaches after your graduation, quite the nice place as long as you don't come during the winter, which coincidentally, seems to be most of the year there." Moyra smiles over to K'ylon, and nods her head to him, "Tell you what, as woon as you can, I'll take you on a tour of pern." She tells him, and looks back to Ayana, smiling to her as she sees her reaction to the talk with R'hin. K'ylon snaps his fingers at that comment about Reaches. "Snowy Reaches! My gran has a saying about all the weyrs. I can't remember half of it, sadly." Moyra's remark is met with a succinct nod of chin. "When I'm allowed. And no word from Lirit yet as to how long that's going to be." Ayana blinks at R'hin's information about the meet. She gives a long pause as she looks at him blankly, "Hm, from what I see, you're not like Kam at all," she says slowly. "You sure you want to meet him? I'm his sister, and /I/ don't really like seeing him that much." A flicker of concern is in her hazel eyes before she adds "Bayan must be crazy to let you meet Kam. If you want to, really, just be wary...and alert." She shudders a bit at some memory before she forces a smile on her face. "Life with my family....I beleive Kam got his attitude from our ma," she adds wryly. She grins over at Moyra briefly before her eyes go back to R'hin. "You ought to come by the 'Reaches. One your fellow weyrlings already did - Jazra?" R'hin says at K'ylon's comment, a kind of querying note in his voice. "If just to get used to the different Weyrs. M'wen and I are working our way through them," he adds, grinning at his fellow 'Reachian. Strangely, his reaction to M'wen is a faint shift of shoulders, as if not wanting to get into further argument - quite unusual for him. Head tips towards K'ylon, eyes glittering for a moment, intrigued, though he makes no comment. "I'll be careful," he promises Ayana, the words coming swiftly to his lips, but no less truthful for all that. "I think Bayan believes it'll be fun to watch - probably the only reason he's willing to set it up." Wry amusement in his voice, fingers reaching for her drink in deliberate challenge, "Are you going to finish that...?" M'wen grins at R'hins comment, nodding slowly, "Yup, We've been to Igen, now Ista and High Reaches of course, and now only have Telgar and Fort left....So, when do you think we should go to them?" He queries quietly towards the bronze rider. Moyra looks to the others as they talk about thier pub crawl. "Well, I'll see what I can do if they do hold you back, though to be honest, I doub't they will." She says to the bluerider. Looking to the others, she smiles to Ayana, and winks to her as she looks between her and R'hin. K'ylon shakes his head, mulling over his ale, "I don't know, Moyra. It left a bruise and all. It's up to V'lano and Griere now." But when he lifts his head there's a hint of grin to lips and eyes. "Course I think if it were left just up to Lirit I'd be okay. Mind, Ruth isn't pleased with even this long." He suggests to M'wen, "Telgar. I know folk there. My gran, at least." Ayana grins then and offers the rest of the wine to the bronzerider, "It's all yours," she drawls smoothly. "I think I had enough anyway. Got drills and more drills in the morning....not to mention an afternoon in the desert for Search and Rescue training..." She grins at him, "Bayan's an instigator," she says wryly, "but he knows not to let his...fun...get out of hand. He was the only one that could really calm Kam." She pauses longer before adding "Very few are willing to confront Bayan and meet Kam so willingly," she muses slowly. "Before you Impressed...did you live in a Hold?" She notes Moyra's wink and returns an innocent smile, if it could be believed. "Hey Moyra...did you say you were involved with L'cah before?" she suddenly asks. R'hin looks pleased at Ayana's assent, taking the glass and sipping casually, one hand resting on his knee. The quiet musing from the Igenite, and the direct question earns a casual, if unusually abrupt answer, "Nabol," he confirms briskly, before glancing towards M'wen. "You tell me, o'Wingleader," the bronzerider's easy voice answers, "I'm free... free as a weyrling can be... whenever you are. Telgar, hm? One's as good as another, as far as I'm concerned." Moyra nods her head to Ayana, "Aye, for a while, had Reyah by him." She admits. "Not my proudest moment, seems every guy I get involved with turns out to be a bas.." And she pauses to take a drink, not trusting herself to finish. She looks between the others, not sure how to enter that conversation. M'wen looks up at the sun, shaking his head a bit, "Well, I'm as free as a weyrling too, so in other words not at all...I have to go run some errands for Amilin, so if you'd excuse me," He stands up and starts walking towards his brown playing in the sand, "If any of you are around the 'Reaches, I'd be happy to show you around, well all of you but R'hin...see you all later!" M'wen heads toward the beach. M'wen has left. Ayana pauses, since that was obviously not the answer she was expecting. "Hm, I almost thought...no way, not everyone's family like mine," she mumbles the last part, shaking her head before her smirk returns, "Nevermind." She looks thoughtful before she catches Moyra's answer, and the last part that she cuts off. She chuckles, "That's interesting....L'cah's quite the man, I hear. Quite the jerk, too. You know there's talk of him....well, shacking up with Sarai? Can't believe it myself..." and she gives a nod in farewell to M'wen as he leaves. K'ylon doesn't even pretend to know what Moyra and Ayana are talking about. He sips his ale in silence, gaze darting between the two. A low chuckle is R'hin's response to Moyra's unfinished sentence. "Don't stop on my account. I'm one of those, myself. Best avoid me," he says by way of cheerful warning, voice low and full of amusement. He lifts a hand to M'wen by way of farewell, "We'll talk again soon," he says, with a nod after the departing brownrider. Ayana is given an unreadable sidelong look, though he says nothing more, sipping on the wine. He doesn't seem particularly interested the whose-sleeping-with-whom, eyes roving out across the water. Moyra shakes her head, "I'm not surprised. A jerk is being kind. He probably did so to get himself better off, no other reason." She notes firmly, he opinion of the man clearly not the highest. "He wooed me, slept with me, got me knocked up, and dropped me like a sack of tubers." Ayana blinks at Moyra's words before a sidelong look is sent R'hin's way. Amused suddenly, she asks "So....you're not a trader at all before? None in the family?" She raises an eyebrow, amused by his answers, but a knowing smile is slowing curling her lips. Now that the question is out of her system, she look back to Moyra, "Yep, sounds like L'cah. I see him alot since he happens to be my Wingleader." A shrug is given before she grins at K'ylon. "I need to be heading out soon," she muses as her eyes look toward the beach. There's a hint of tension creeping into R'hin's posture, barely visible but for the fact that Ayana's seated right beside him. Clearly not that comfortable talking about his background. "I'm the pioneer, you might say," he answers, evenly. Eyes shift from the beach, back to Moyra, brows twitching briefly. "That's not being an bastard," he says, simply, "That's being a -rider-. You're one now, too," he points out, tones deliberately neutral as if not to provoke more than his words alone will probably do. K'ylon downs a rather large mouthful of his ale, peering over the edge of the mug at R'hin as he speaks. When the man corrects Moyra's statement about bastards, he looks to her, too, seeing how his clutchmate takes the suggestion that the behaviour wasn't untoward. It's clear he expects some reaction. Moyra blinks as she sputters her drink out at R'hin's words. "What the..." She starts, blinking at him, "You have got to be kidding me.. you mean to tell me that its perfectly alright to go around, find hold girls, sweet talk them into your bed, get them with child and drop them as soon as you find out?" She says loudly, in shock that someone thinks thats alright. "What kind of jerk are you? Let me guess, you also think its cool if you get a girl drunk and take advantage of her as well?" Ayana notes the tension, her eyes looking R'hin over thoughtfully before giving an apologetic grin. "Hm," is all she says as her expression is unreadable for a moment. Suddenly shrugging, she glances over at Moyra's reaction in mild shock. Her eyes flicking to R'hin quickly, the brownrider loses the words she was about to say. She could definitely feel the tension now, and if she wasn't sober then, she was now! Not really sure what to say, she says nothing. K'ylon whistles under his breath and moves his chair fractionally away from the firing line between Moyra and R'hin. "That's not what I said," R'hin's voice takes on a sharply annoyed note, movements jerky as he sets aside his glass, straightening. "Riders - the Weyr - has different values than a Holder. I'm not saying it's right or wrong, I'm just saying it -is-. Complaining about it won't change it. You're part of the system now. Do you know what that means? That -you- have the -power- to change it." Scowling at her latter comment, a hint of real anger begins to creep into his tone, "I never said anything about that, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't put words in my mouth." His low tones are sharp, every word seemingly bitten off with brittleness. K'ylon coughs lightly, and offers, "I think maybe it isn't so much what he did but how he did it - I never heard anyone say a rider should lie about his or her intentions and it would be okay. Sounds to me she's upset he made it seem it was more. If he'd been honest, just .. you know? Then yeah." Moyra shakes her head, wagging a finger at him in her best 'Dont mess with me, I'm the headwoman' tone. "If it wasn't what you said, it sure sounded like it. Either you are for it, or agianst it, and it sounds like you sure are not agianst it." She says, her voice level and hard. "You can bet I will. If I ever get in a position to be in charge that sort of thing will be harshly punished." She says flatly. Though the comment from K'ylon gets her attention, "Yeah. What he said." She says, looking at K'ylon in a new light. Seeing this different side to the Reachian, Ayana just stares at him thoughtfully before she glances at K'ylon and Moyra. "Uh....yeah...riders /are/ like that," she says slowly, "but that's the way of the Weyr, right? It's pretty much what they taught me in weyrlinghood. Doesn't mean I should run around being a slut, but it really is up to the rider." She shrugs, not sure if she's making sense and doesn't look like she cares. R'hin slides from his stool as Moyra begins wagging her finger at him, pulling arrogance around him like it was a coat. "If you take the slightest comment as a personal slight against you, you must spend most of your life in riteous anger." His chin tips up, pointedly, "I am not the man who slighted you, so you needn't treat me as if I were." His voice is oddly haughty and formal. K'ylon's attention is drawn to the rising R'hin. "Hey, Moyra.." But he flusters there, uncertain of what to say with nothing coming to mind to cut the tension in the room. Moyra shakes her head, looking at Ayana carefully, "And if it was you that L'cah did that to?" She asks, though her tone is a hair lighter, and then she hears R'hin once more, "But if so, don't sound like you think its perfectly alright. Just because it might be the norm, doesn't mean that its alright, and it sounds like to me that you think so. Thats the sort of thing that gives us all bad names." Ayana frowns then, looking from R'hin to Moyra before she slowly gets up. She opens her mouth as if to say something, perhaps gives some reassuring words to them both to lessen the tension, but she freezes as her eyes go to K'ylon. She sighs a bit to Moyra, "If L'cah did that to me, he'd be missing his teeth probably," she says casually, "and my brothers would-" she stops, knowing exactly what they would do, but says instead "-they'd be upset," she finishes lamely. "I think I'll go get some air..." she adds as she's absently rubbing her right side. K'ylon doesn't miss Ayana's pause when her look falls upon him. Quickly he drains his mug and rises from his seat. "It's okay. I need to go tend to Alaruth anyway. You three can.. uh, well, you dont have to hold back so much." An easy grin crooks his lips and he nods to each. At Moyra he pauses. "He didn't have to do it that way. See ya in the barracks." The hautiness lingers, though there's slightly less tension to R'hin's posture as he watches Moyra. "Like I said," he says, voice deliberately even, "Talking about it won't make a difference. It doesn't matter what -my- thoughts on the matter are. Do you feel more justified, or villified, if I - someone you met an hour ago - say that agree with you? No. -Do- something to change it. You've just had the power to do so handed to you, should you choose to use it." His eyes slide towards Ayana, with a slow nod, saying, "Kamer is a man of action." Though his voice is well-heeled, there might be a hint of respect in there. Abruptly, he offers a hand to Ayana, "I'll come with you." It's said as a statement, but the way he holds out his arm is more offering. Moyra shakes her head as everyone stands to go, and she looks at K'ylon like he is abandoning her as well, and turns around to order another drink, mummering something best left unheard. K'ylon looks at the configuration. Three standing. One sitting - and she's the one he knows best. Sighing, he adds his order to Moyra's and sits back down. No explanation. Just sits like he hadn't gotten up at all. Ayana gives K'ylon a faint grin, "No, you don't need to leave. I just...well, I'm sorry I brought up L'cah." She looks at Moyra with an apologetic grin, "Stupid rumor anyway..." she grumbles. At the mention of Kamer, she nods to R'hin, "Indeed he is." She gratefuly takes his arm, holding close to him as she adds softly, "Wound's still healing. It's gonna take a while...." She looks back to K'ylon quickly, "It was nice meeting you. Hopefully it won't be the last." She also puts a brief reassuring hand on Moyra's shoulder, giving her a grin, "Nice seeing you again, Moyra. I'll try to come around more often." Nodding to R'hin, she waves to them both, "Catch you both later." "It was a pleasure." Somehow, R'hin manages to say that without any sarcasm, a brief nod given to both K'ylon - and Moyra, whether or not she sees it. Brow furrows briefly at Ayana's quiet confession, and he nods ever so slightly, bracing his arm a little more in a way that provides a strong support that isn't easily visible. Keeping pace with the Igenite, he makes his way out of the bar. You wander off toward the beach. Ista Weyr Beach: North(#522RJMs) The shoreline stretches out before you, water lapping up against the black sand. The two moons' light reflects off of the calm waters of Big Bay, creating a serene atmosphere. Behind you, the plateau of Ista Weyr rises upwards, water cascading off of it, forming a beautiful waterfall. The water leads out to the sea, which stretches almost endlessly to the west. The dry winter season relieves Ista Island of its humidity, replacing it with light, buoyant air. Tonight, clouds interrupt the dark, star-strewn sky and a nice, light breeze carries the scent of sea air. To the northwest, a bridge arches over the stream. To the south, the beaches continue to where long docks stretch far into the bay. Contents: Leiventh Dajianth Kyreth Obvious exits: Plateau Docks WaterFall The Sandbar Sea Ayana steps out of The Sandbar to the northwest. Ayana has arrived. Ayana sighs into the air, "Much better," she says with a grin before glancing at him. "Thanks." She turns to face him, a tired smirk on her face, "Anyway, I'm glad to see you," she says softly, "Coincidence we find ourselves in Ista from two different Weyrs." R'hin matches his strides to Ayana, somewhat uneven on the sand. There's a slight lingering of tension that can be felt through the brownrider's hand on his arm, if not seen. There's not the slightest trace of apology in his voice, though there is a hint of a smile, bare. "Pleasant coincidence," he agrees. "It seems like a nice place, though I don't know how welcome I'll be again." A tip of head as he angles their walk towards Leiventh and Kyreth, a twitch of lips visible briefly at the corners of his mouth. "It'd be an even greater coincidence should it happen at Telgar and Fort when M'wen and I go there." Ayana feels his tension and runs her hands up his arms, "You alright?" she asks gently. "Don't worry about Moyra...I didn't think bringing up my wingleader would elicit such a response. It sound like she was really hurt by him, so.." she rubs his arms, the smirk there. "It's nice here, but I could never live here. As much of the bad life I've had in Igen, it's still home." She snickers then, her eyes glinting in amusement, "Well, I do happen to go to Telgar alot lately," she muses slowly. "I'm good friends with the clutchfather there. As for Fort..." and she pauses. "Well, if you've noticed Bayan missing lately, it's because he and Kam got business in Fort at the moment....just so you know." A sharp nod is all the answer the 'Reaches bronzerider is going to give to that first question. "It's a little too warm for me - not that I mind the warmth, but I do need a winter now and then." R'hin says, eyes drifting towards Leiventh, who opens eyes but otherwise doesn't stir, remaining statuesque as he seems given to do. "Well, I shouldn't find myself surprised if we happen to..." the words trail off, surprise visible in the slight misstep and the sharp, sidelong look of interest. "Bayan's at Fort? Mm. I'd wondered why I hadn't seen him about the 'Reaches of late." It almost seems as if he's filing that information away for later use. "I'd thought he couldn't leave -because- of his business?" Leiventh> To you, Leiventh's response to your unspoken query is simple, « The sun is warm here, but I like my ledge. » Ayana grins at his sharp nod, "Alright, but if you need me..." and she lets it trail off as she sighs. "I love winters....I really need to get to the Reaches again. I'm sure we'll....run into each other perhaps. I wouldn't mind it at all." Kyreth is done from playing in the ocean and is sitting serenely, eyes focused on the two for the moment. At R'hin's interest of the rogue, "Hm? Yeah, he sent a note a while back. Found it strange since for the last turn he hasn't been leaving the Reaches with Kam like long before. Hope he's not in trouble...." and there's a hint of concern. She grins, "I have no clue what business they do," she explains. "They won't tell me. Whatever it is, it's the kind that has them about Pern. Bayan's been staying in the Reaches because he likes it there. Really, he's not suppose to be there, and he's been butting heads with Kam on the whole issue. I dunno, they never tell me anything...I just know I'll have Ky sit on Kam if he gets Baye hurt." R'hin notes Kyreth's look, nodding easily towards the Igen blue, his attention mainly on Ayana, however. He seems to take most of what she says in stride, but slows and stops at one particular comment, tone odd, somehow: "Bayan likes the 'Reaches?" A pause, as he studies Ayana for a moment, then, "The way he always talked, I thought he wouldn't be there if he didn't have to be. Especially since I," a hint of a smile, and not even a tiny trace of embarrassment, "Seem to have caused him some troubles." A breath of air is expelled, and he says in astonishment, "You really don't know what they do? Even after," his free hand gestures towards her side, the motion sharp. A beat or two, then, "Nevermind. I understand. Family is... family." Gaze drifts to Leiventh as they stop near Kyreth. "I need to be getting back." Ayana grins a bit, glancing at the brown for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, he likes the Reaches, but he'll never admit it," she says easily. "I don't know how long you've known him, but Bayan's changed. Before he stepped foot in that Weyr...before he met L'sen and some others there...he was different. He was careless, cold, and to be frank, slept around alot. Now...he's still the same, but not so much anymore. He's changed." She shrugs and gives him a smirk, "I love my brothers to death, but they're uncivillized. They only know how to respond to agression," is her take on Bayan's confrontation with the bronzerider. She pauses long at his question of their profession before shrugging and touching her indicated side. "I won't lie, I have some...ideas," she says slowly. "I use to travel with them long before I ran away from the Hold. Let's just say I have about the same knowledge of the outside as they do. I'm family, but I'm also a dragonrider. They can't trust me." She looks sad at this for a brief moment before she grins and looks to the bronze, "Yeah, I better go too," she says softly before looking up to R'hin and planting a lingering kiss right next to his lips. "I see hints of it. Sometimes." R'hin's voice is faint, thoughtful. "I've pushed him more than he probably deserves," the bronzerider admits, again without any sense of chagrin, "Because I've seen that, I wonder what his true self is. Or if he even knows what it is, anymore." Though his voice is quiet enough to conceal any emotion the words carry, there's a hint of something like empathy in glittering gaze. He nods slowly in understanding at her mention of being a dragonrider. "The truth is, they're probably not far wrong. It changes your loyalties, whether you wish it to or not." Another look at Leiventh, this time guarded. He turns back to Ayana, his hand brushing her hair gently as he returns the kiss with a smile. "Do me a favor... no more dangerous stuff... unless you bring me along." The smile might make it seem like jest, but tone is anything but. Ayana looks thoughtful at his words before nodding. "You're right," she agrees slowly, "and he knows this. It's why he's scared now. That world..that life is all he knows. Without it.." and she stops by shaking her head. She grins as her looks goes to Kyreth, "Yeah, loyalties," she says absently. "I must be the only dragonrider in my family." She leans into his touch, a grin there as she nods, "I'll be good," she says gently to him. "I've learned my lesson." She gives him a quick hug before reluctantly releasing him and moving over to the brown. With a smirk R'hin's way, along with a wink, "See you around, R'hin," she says before mounting. "Uh-huh, sure you'll be good," there's a hint of teasing note in R'hin's voice, like he doubts her, rough fingers playing across the back of her neck before she slips free. Pale eyes linger on her as she heads for Kyreth, the 'Reachian bronzerider murmuring, "Definitely." He watches for a few moments before heading for Leiventh, crossing the distance with large strides. |
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