Logs:Of Frivolity
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| RL Date: 22 July, 2007 |
| Who: B'yan, C'len, Caitlyn, R'hin, Ronari, Satiet, Shanlee, W'red |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Post-hatching, High Reaches celebrates. |
| Where: Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 28, Month 10, Turn 12 (Interval 10) |
| You walk into the tunnel to the living cavern. Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr(#1000RIJs) The impressive living cavern is seemingly as large as the bowl that cradles the hatching sands. Rivers of polished wood tables and benches arrow towards a raised platform crowned with a compact version of their sturdy design. Neatly crafted pegs, some fancifully carved, are tapped into holes in the wall and support clothing dangling like lazy sleepers. Woven baskets, both useful and decorative, hang along another wall. Bundles of autumn foliage in brilliant reds and oranges mixed with sprigs of crimson berries have been thrust into the baskets on the wall. Pickling spices and the tang of smoking meat fill the air. Banners worked with the designs of Holds and Halls beholden to the weyr cascade down the walls high above, interspersed with several brilliantly colored tapestries. Small groups gather here and there in the cavern, relaxing over a snack of freshly baked goodies as they cheerfully gossip. Contents: Caitlyn Shanlee W'red Satiet Ronari Thealyn Jemah Obvious exits: Kitchen Bowl Lower Caverns Your location's current time: 19:19 on day 31, month 10, Turn 12, of the Interval. It is a autumn evening. W'red strolls through the entrance and dumps his carrysack just inside the entrance way to be collected later, he walks through the crowded room towards the tables where the food is laid out and takes a some of the food and places it not so gently on a plate moving over to the drinks table pours himself a stiff whiskey and looks around for somwhere to sit for now. B'yan walks into the cavern from the lower caverns. B'yan has arrived. R'hin enters with another group of spectators, talking in low tones to one of his wingriders. "He didn't seem that receptive," the bronzerider murmurs. "But we'll see-- a topic for another time. For now, drink, K'son?" with a wink, the Weyrleader veers towards the wine table, pale eyes flicking around to take stock of the occupants. Caitlyn follows W'red and Shanlee in, the bluerider smiling warmly in the afterglow of the hatching. She too moves to the 'feastivities,' procuring herself some good foodstuffs, along with a glass of slightly chilled white wine. From her seat near the hearth, Ronari tries to catch Shanlee's eye, smiling brightly. She takes note of the other occupants, but finding no one else she knows beyond acquaintance, seems content to remain silent. Drink in hand and looking far less flustered then she'd been in the heat of the hatching galleries, Shan turns away from the table to catch Satiet's approach. The wingsecond tilts the glass the goldrider's way in acknowledgement "Some good impressions there." "You think?" Satiet reaches over for another of those floating glasses, sipping from this one more daintily as she shifts her direction towards a seat by the hearth. "I have to wonder how Talien will deal dragon back now. If she...," the weyrwoman loses a beat as her gaze drops into the flames, mulling silently, before conceding: "Well, not my problem." Delighted at just -whose- problem it is, the goldrider flashes Shanlee a quick, sly and devious smirk. Procuring himself a glass of chilled white, R'hin's gaze settles on Satiet, lingering on the Weyrwoman for a short time, a smile creeping across his expression. Catching Caitlyn passing near to collect her drink, he greets her effusively, "Ah, if it isn't the lovely visiting Wingleader. All the way from sunny Ista. Duties to you and yours, of course," he says, with a curve of lips. Amonst the crowd entering the caverns, it's almost easy to miss B'yan slipping in casually and keeping to the back - or, more importantly, staking out a good path towards the drinks table. The fact that he's undoing the front of his riding jacket suggests he's just arrived to the festitvities on a whole, though the easy gait in which he moves pass some of the groups suggest otherwise. W'red finds an open spot near the drinks table so refilling will not be difficult, and unceremoniously plonks himself in a seat, and quickly starts to devour the food he had piled on the plate, having missed out on two meals that day the rider was quite ravenous, so the food was priority number one and then the drinking would be number two on his list. A nod given to the Weyrleader as he veers towards the wine table. Small laughter held low by Shan, matches Satiet's for her last "Mine neither. But if I'daur came through our bunch relatively sane, then...." her glass waved outward in a gesture that fills in the blanks left by speech. Ronari's waves is met with a dip of head. "Besides, he's always got that blue firelizard of his to entertain him after hours." The tilted glass coming to her lips hides the grin that thought draws, the Weyrleader's arrival noted through the curvature of the upraised vessel. Caitlyn eats slowly from her small piles of plated foods, balancing both plate and wineglass on a small tray as turns...and encounters R'hin. Blinking up owlishly at the tall Weyrleader, the bluerider grins her greetings first, then following the expression with a warm, "And hello to you too, R'hin. Ista's to High Reaches... And, believe me, the Island hasn't been terribly sunny, of late." A low snort of ironic, dark humor, and the woman rolls expressive eyes. Failing to catch R'hin's gaze, or possibly ignoring it, Satiet turns, this deliberate rotation of her shoulders away from where the Weyrleader stands to give Shanlee the full impact of her pale, icicle gaze. "I don't envy him," the goldrider notes after a moment, grave where she was once mocking. "Fourteen, all of them hatched, thank Faranth, but fourteen won't make up for the deaths each Fall." Trust the Weyrwoman, she who should be cheerleading, to turn the happy event into a more somber one. R'hin's brow quirks upwards, a low laugh emitted at Caitlyn's words. "How dreadful. Ista not being sunny? That's like the 'Reaches lacking snow. Ah, I see a few free seats over there," fingers point towards an empty edge of table in tacit invitation, paused as he catches sight of W'red. "W'red, good to see you," the Weyrleader says cheerfully in acknowledgement of the nod. "Did Eleria make it as well?" Caitlyn takes up R'hin on his 'offer,' nodding to the man, then making her way over to W'red's table - chatting amicably with the Weyrleader the whole time. "Yeah, tell me about it. Rain, more rain, and yet again rain..." the Wingleader sighs, tossing eyes heavenward once again. "We had moss and algae growing nearly everyplace... My little gold insisted I move her clutch when a pool of rainwater kept on getting bigger near her old nest." W'red's appearance at a function alone, for the first time in over a turn may seem out of place but the tall brownrider seems to be a little nonchalant about it as he wades through the meal, and then takes a long swig of the whiskey. Looking up at the Weyrleader as he greets, W'red smiles ruefully, "It's good to see you too R'hin, and unfortunately no, Eleria didn't make it Hold business has her busy at Benden I'm afraid." A fine brow first arcs upward then drops to knit with its fellow at Satiet's last "No, not nearly enough. Why aren't the golds clutching larger? I know this is an interval, but surely instinct prevails?" concern usually carefully hidden emerges in the green depths of Shan's eyes. Her own previously cheerful demeanor slipping somewhat now, as more of a gulp then a sip is taken from her glass. "Instinct." Satiet's lips curl derisively at that, but the subsequent response has nothing to do with the subject at hand. "It always amazes me the kitchens can throw together something this large, so quickly. Are things as expedient at Telgar come hatching day?" As they're by the hearth, the Telgar greenrider is noted, a curt nod that bobbles her short curls sufficing for a greeting. Finding a free path to the part of the drinks table where the bottles of wine reside, B'yan moves with fluid motion to collect up glass in passing before reaching the bottles. He makes an art out of choosing which bottle of wine to pour from, then takes one up along with the glass. Then, with relative ease and silence he leans against the back wall, pours his glass full, and takes his drink. "Your gold?" The sudden interest in R'hin's tone might inadvertently imply he was listening politely at best to Caitlyn's words until that point. "Mm. Have you spoken to our wingsecond Shanlee at all? I should introduce you two if you haven't... she's got an interesting project you might like to hear about." His hand hovers behind Caitlyn's back as if to guide her to the table, not that she seems to need it. "Ah, that's a shame, W'red," he says, regretfully, "Always good to see her back here." He slides into a seat, easy grin offered to the others at the table. Shanlee shrugs lightly at the first, any derisiveness slipping past her "Just speculating out loud." her tone slightly dry. "Like the new hairstyle." is given to Satiet in such a manner as to suggest her words may indeed be genuine. The wingsecond's name being used, swings her attention round in that direction, that being of the table where Caitlyn, W'red, and R'hin currently are situated. The distance may be a little great, which is what brings her to raise her voice above the hubbub of the cavern and her crowds "If you're interested, we can make a plan to meet and discuss it Caitlyn?" keen gaze resting on the Istan bluerider, use of her name indicating that indeed they had met before. The now empty plate gets pushed off to the side and the glass replaces it, in front of W'red, B'yan's sneaking doesn't get past the observant brownrider and he lifts his glass in the bronzeriders direction with a nod and a smile of sorts, before answering the Weyrleader. "It is a shame indeed R'hin, I like to have her attend these functions, as much as she can, but she has duties to perform and that comes before frivolities....But I will see her soon enough, but for now it's the hatchlings and the new weyrlings that are to be celebrated." Caitlyn realizes she's prattling, and suddenly silences herself, embarrassed and consternated by turns. She does manage to raise a brow at R'hin, nodding once at his words. "Yes, Shan and I know each other. If you're looking for eggs...well, this upcoming clutch is already partially promised to some of the holders in the Ista area. But her next clutch could be partially yours..." A small shru, and then the greenrider's words capture her attention, making Cait pivot just a bit to smile and nod at Shanlee. S'kris meanders in from the tunnel to the bowl. S'kris has arrived. Reflexively, a slim hand reaches up to entwine creamy white in with the glossy black, just shy of actually touching hair in her first attempt and having to lift it to reach the lowest curl. Self-consciousness streaks across Satiet's face fleetingly. "Well, yes. I had to cut it. Apparently, long hair is a bad example during a Pa-... when Thread falls." But when duty calls the wingsecond and Telgar's greenrider, the weyrwoman takes a step back, out of the conversation, and shakes her head again, ascertaining the length of her hair as the bouncy curls brush against her neck. The Weyrleader's pale eyes glitter at Caitlyn, amused and partially wry expression no doubt for how readily the Istan sees through his intentions. "We'd certainly be very grateful for the offer," R'hin agrees, half turning as Shanlee calls, winking at the greenrider before turning back to the group, brow twitching at W'red's words. "Frivolities? Now, now. I wouldn't use that particular word, not when new hatchlings are more important than ever." Mild disagreement laces the Weyrleader's tone, though if it's chastisement, it's not readily audible. B'yan pauses his glass long enough to catch movement beyond him, noting W'red with a brief raise of the bottle. It's all done with such non-chalance with a thin smile that it's as though the brownrider's attention was expected. It's likely not a very good attempt on Shan's part but she does at least try to hide the smirk that touches her mouth as Satiet's explanation of the new hairdo "I've always found a tight braid to work wonders." Strange that suddenly she should fall to swapping hairstyling tips, but a light shake of head sends her own waist length mass of hair rippling about the petite form in emphasis of it all still being there - must be due to braiding. Catching the smile from Caitlyn and wink from R'hin, the wingsecond chuckles her lightly slumped demeanor lifting again. The goldrider stepping away draws a faint look of surprise but she makes no move to stop her just yet and remains where she is at the hearthside. B'yan's bottle waggling is caught out of the corner of her eye and earns him a wry grin. "No argument from me there Sir, but to Holders it may seem frivolous to have a huge feast after a hatching," W'red's lips curl into a smile, "A waste of their good tithes, when Thread is falling and destroying crops." The brownrider shrugs a little, "Although I would believe Eleria to know and understand better than most." Leaning back a little in his seat he notes B'yan's nonchalance with a smirk, and indicates for him to join them at the table. C'len strides in from the tunnel to the bowl. C'len has arrived. Shanlee's sage advice is met with a flat look and cool words that cause Satiet's free hand to immediately drop to her side, conspicuous as it retreats from touching her hair. "I'll keep that in mind for next time, wingsecond. Perhaps, instead of yelling across the room, you might want to just join the Istan wingleader in conversation?" Her own suggestion is coached in the most polite of intonations, with that touch of frost she never seems to lack in supply. Caitlyn settles her plate to the table, but doesn't take a seat, quite content to lean casually on the back of the chair with one hand as a prop - and lift tidbits of food to her mouth with her other fingers. The bluerider is about to carol her answer back across the floor to Shanlee when Satiet's words remind her of 'propriety.' Cait shifts a little uncomfortably, and covers her lack of words with a lift of her wineglass, sipping deeply of the chilled white. Unaffected by either look or tone, Shan fixes a decidedly sweet smile on her mouth for Satiet, before half-turning to the grouping at the table mentioned once again. "I might just do that. Sorry, about the raised voice. Became a bit of a habit getting candidate's attention at times." expression revealing anything but apology for the words now spoken in a dramatically sotto voice. The wingsecond tips a salute the Weyrwoman's way with a lopsided grin to match "By your leave, Ma'am." and promptly does as suggested in coming to stand behind an empty chair at the Istan's table. "Mm. Well, farbeit for me to discount a holder's opinion, no matter how ill-founded it may be." Of course, the fact that R'hin says it aloud might do other than what his words suggest; the man's casual, lifting wineglass to his lips and taking an easy sip. Caitlyn's uncomfortable shift is noticed, though perhaps not the cause; he casts a quizzical brow in the Wingleader's direction. S'kris strolls outside to the bowl. S'kris has left. B'yan tosses a brisk lift of his chin at W'red before he straightens up from the wall. Hazel eyes lighting on the Weyrwoman, the bronzerider refills his glass before finally relinquishing his hold on the bottle. A faint replica of one of his trademark smirks appear as he weaves his way unimpended into the crowd and slips in to Satiet's side. It's then that he notes Shanlee with a tip of his head in greeting, though his words fall in Satiet's direction. "Enjoying the festivities?" he sends in a drawls, eyes flicking briefly to her hair but not lingering. The warmth of the hatching sands and the warmth outside--somewhat unusual for 'Reaches--means that C'len's a bit sweaty, marring the look of his slightly fancier than usual outfit. He attempts to somewhat surreptitiously hold out is arms, as if a breeze might help cool him off, as he makes his way to the beverages. Collecting food and drink, he continues on, dropping easily into a seat at a table near Caitlyn. Greetings are called, to those he passes on the way, friendly nods here and there. A passing girl, Nabol Hold by the knot, chooses that unfortunate time to slip past C'len. The mix of sweaty and arms raised causes the delicate girl to start, look a little horrified, and skitter away. Caitlyn certainly isn't going to ruffle anyone's feathers. Not her Weyr. She nods at Shanlee, a small smile tugging at her lips as she lowers her glass - swirling the wine within absently. "S'okay, Shan. I was a Smith Apprentice not terribly long ago. You get used to calling out, if not bellowing to make yourself heard at the Hall." R'hin's look isn't noticed, as the Istan suddenly notice C'len at the table, and grins widely at him. "Hey, C'len! Nice to see you again! Nice hatching...and nice dragonettes, too. How are you?" W'red laughs at the Weyrleaders words, "Opinions are just that one persons thoughts and ideas on a situation, and of course not always everyone agrees." The hair discussion makes the rider run a hand over his shortly cropped hair, "The easiest is if you just don't have any Shanlee," He says raising his voice a little so that the greenrider can hear above the din. Unruffled by Shanlee's departure, Satiet takes it as an opportunity to attempt another round of the room, her pale eyes sweeping across the crowds while a slight tiptoe attempts to raise her high-heeled self a little bit taller. That is, until B'yan intercepts her before her first step and lifting her half-filled bubbly glass to the bronzerider, she responds: "As well as can be. There's always a place for good food, good drink," another lift of her bubbly, this one leading to a dainty sip, "And the potential of good company." The last, markedly sly in inflection, shifts her gaze from a sidelong once over of Jaireth's rider, to the room at large. The arrival of B'yan just before Shan departs Satiet's company earns him nothing more then a closed expression flung over a slight shoulder in the wake of her departure. C'len's rather harried appearance earns him a grin "Some more potentials out there for Snowstrike?" though she doesn't seem to expect an answer as Caitlyn's comment draws her attention with a chuckle and W'red's hikes a brow upward "Oh yes, definitely a style that would suit me." Wineglass almost emptied of it's contents another is reached for from a passing tray, the transition of one for the other smooth as an empty seat is looked for. "Opinions can sway entire ways of thinking, if spoken in the right way, to the right people." R'hin's serious all of a sudden, distractedly thoughtful as eyes drift across the caverns. "If you'll excuse me-- I really should circulate some more." With a tip of head for W'red, and a brief smile for Caitlyn and Shanlee-- not wanting to interrupt their conversation, he rises and strides off across the caverns. You stroll through the archway, into the lower caverns. |
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