Logs:Of Ownership
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| RL Date: 26 July, 2006 |
| Who: Ayana, Delu, Harley, Joshi, Kaeryna, M'wen, R'hin, Satiet |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| Where: Eastern Bowl, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 28, Month 6, Turn 8 (Interval 10) |
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| Your location's current time: 16:55 on day 31, month 6, Turn 58, of the Tenth Pass. It is a summer afternoon. You vault down Leiventh's side to the ground, using his foreleg as a step. Eastern Bowl, High Reaches Weyr(#840RJs) Standing on the eastern side of the bowl, you realize why this is one of the most striking Weyrs on Pern. Arrayed around the north rim of the bowl are the Seven Spindles: high crownlike points formed of old volcano flows which were eroded to sharp spikes. The bowl itself is a rough ovoid shape, with a large lake taking up a good portion of the southeastern part. The bowl seems to slant down to the lake shore, and the soil becomes a little looser in that direction. From the east, the slight aroma of herdbeast and wherry hide rises from the feeding grounds. The northeast section of the bowl is full of activity: training of dragons both young and old goes on in a large clearing near the entrance to the weyrling barracks and dragon infirmary. Several small boulders dot the area to the north, forming a winding path to the ledges leading into the weyrleaders' quarters. The afternoon is mostly hidden between scattered grey clouds. It is raining heavily, the water coming down in torrents. There seems to be a light breeze and the summer air temperature feels comfortable. The ground beneath your feet is wet from the last storm. Contents: Leiventh Obvious exits: Weyrleader Ledges Western Bowl Floor Dragon Infirmary Weyrling Barracks Weyrling Training Room Feeding Grounds Lake Shore Harley strides away from the lake shore, back to the main bowl. Harley has arrived. R'hin's standing in the bowl, shielded from the pouring rain by a thoughtful wing held aloft by Leiventh. The bronzerider's decked out in full riding gear, some water dripping off him, staring thoughtfully across the bowl, as if waiting. Harley is wearing her rainy weather cloack, not that it does much, as she comes down the stairs from the Weyrleaders ledges, muttering under her breath. "Of all days, Thiana picks me to be messenger runner. There's three of the older kids just begging to go out in the rain and noooooo, she has to send me." She doesn't see Leiventh or R'hin as she tries to keep from getting too wet. In the sky directly above, Maxeoth rises up into the sky from Maxeoth's ledge, low on the southeastern bowl wall, over the lake. In the sky directly above, Maxeoth glides to a swift landing on the ground. Maxeoth has arrived. R'hin leans a shoulder into Leiventh's side, the bronze cracking outer sets of eyelids briefly, before dropping them again. It's the muttering that attracts his attention first, in a familiar voice, lips twitch. "Harley," he calls, attempting to waylay the assistant steward with a wave. "Come out of the rain, you'll get soaked. More soaked," he amends, after a quick look. M'wen climbs down Maxeoth's side to the ground, as the dragon warbles a greeting. M'wen has arrived. Harley slides to a stop, literally, startled by R'hin's voice out of the gloom. A quick glance around shows her the bronze, as well as the mud puddle, which is looking more like part of the lake that she once landed face first in. Skirting that puddle, she walks quickly over towards the bronzerider, under the safety of the wing. "Oh thank you. I'd already gotten damp enough running that message up to the Weyrleader. Though I think 'damp' is too mild a term right now." she adds, holding her cloak out and watching the water almost pour from the hem. A dragon shaped shadow can be seen through the torrential rain. As it approaches nearer, the dragon can be deserned as Maxeoth, and from that the rider as M'wen. Landing with a small splash in the puddle filled bowl, M'wen slides down Maxeoth's back with not even an indication the rain bothers his. Landing on the ground, making sure to avoid a big puddle, Maxeoth warbles a greeting the to bronze, as his rider throws a hand in a wave. "Got to love the good old 'Reaches weather," is R'hin's wry remark as Harley steps underneath Leiventh's wing with him. "You're working?" he inquires of her. "M'wen and I were planning a trip to Igen - fortuitously, a place where it's undoubtedly -not- raining... if you're interested in coming along?" a quick grin, then: "And if you're not too damp to between." Leiventh's low rumble of greeting to Maxeoth draws his attention, the bronzerider canting a look in that direction with a lift of gloved hand. Harley shakes her head. "That was my last message of the day. I'd already made arrangements with the nursery to take care of the baby for the night though I hadn't planned to travel." She glances towards the living cavern first, then at the shadowy form of the other dragon. "Is that M'wen? Hi!" and she waves. "Well, some dry weather would be nice, though I've never been out of the Reaches. How long will you be gone?" That comment earns a surprised look from R'hin. "You've never been out of the Reaches?" he echoes. "Why, then you -must- come!" he insists, spreading his hands. "You should see all of Pern!" Pushing away from Leiventh's side, he tilts his head thoughtfully before responding to Harley, "A few hours, perhaps. It depends how welcome or... unwelcome, we are," a thread of humor twists his tone, grin touching his lips. M'wen walks over towards the pair and the bronze dragon, his brown following behind. The rain running over his hair and into his eyes seeming to not faze him in the least. Getting to within a few feet of Leiventh, he stands just outside the wing, a smile on his face. "So are we going or not, R'hin?" He throws a slight salute to the both of them, more in greeting then for any reason of rank. R'hin, for his part, returns M'wen's salute, and it seems oddly sober and respectful - not things one would ordinarily expect from this particular bronzerider. "But of course, my good brownrider. I was just trying to convince Harley here to come along. Though, maybe she'd better change into something less wet before we between?" he half suggests, examining the assistant steward critically. Glancing briefly at Harley and R'hin, M'wen gestures back to his dragon, "So are we going or not?" He jogs slowly back, avoiding the puddles and hops up onto his dragons back, waiting for Harley to decide and R'hin to get ready for the trip. The rain makes it hard to see him, and just the outline of the brown dragon is visible, as he approaches closer to see whats holding up the other two. "Impatient," R'hin notes, a hint of humour in his tone as pale eyes watch M'wen head for his dragon. "Coming," he calls, stepping out from underneath Leiventh's wing in order to mount, reaching down a hand for Harley to join him. You hop up onto Leiventh's back, as the dragon warbles a greeting. You leap into the sky. You climb higher in the sky. » Leiventh disappears into Between. Between You gasp as the icy black nothingness of Between surrounds you! You hear nothing, see nothing, and feel nothing. The trip takes five heartbeats... Black... Blacker... Blackest! You suddenly emerge... High above Igen Weyr Below you lies the Bowl of Igen Weyr. Founded after High Reaches Weyr in the First Interval, this Weyr's spectacular shape is due largely to the desert winds which have eroded it sharply. The red layers of sandstone seem warm and inviting from this height, especially with the bitter, dry winds that surround you. Here and there, igneous intrusions may be seen, grey against the red along the range that separates the Igen desert to the west from the Igen River floodplain to the east. With the blast of the warm winds, there is no forgetting that you are in the Igen desert, as sand surrounds you on all sides. Far below you lie the inviting grounds of the Igen Weyr Bowl. Westwards the well-worn rim of the Bowl is flat enough for a landing. Obvious exits: Upper Sky Down Rim » Leiventh emerges from Between with a blast of cold air! » Maxeoth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air! You furl your wings slightly to glide lower into the Bowl. You carefully wing lower into the Bowl. You land just below in the center of the Igen Weyr Bowl. You clamber down Leiventh's side to the ground, the dragon's sparkling eyes watching closely. Igen Weyr Center Bowl(#802RJe) You are standing in the middle of the Igen Weyr Bowl. The views are certainly spectacular. The dark volcanic peaks of the caldera which houses the Weyr rise up all around, weather beaten yet still firm, except at the northeasternmost section of the bowl, where the sheer cliffs that surround you break, leaving a jagged and imposing pass. At different times of the day these peaks cast long shadows across the bowl. Light glints off the lake to the northwest, and the heat makes the air seem to shimmer over the flat ground. The lake lies to the northwest, and to the northeast you can see a large training field, and beyond it, the Hatching Grounds and the weyrling barracks. Southeastwards lies the main entrance to the inner sections of the Weyr. A grazing ground lies to the southwest. Contents: M'wen Leiventh Maxeoth Mazinth Obvious exits: LakeShore Main Entrance Field Weyrling Training Field Feeding Grounds Harley vaults down Leiventh's side to the ground, the dragon's sparkling eyes watching closely. Harley has arrived. Leiventh follows Maxeoth's lead down to the floor of the Igen bowl, content it seems to fall into his old role. "Well," R'hin remarks, with pleasure, "The weather's certainly a great deal more palatable," he says, as he moves to assist Harley with the straps, before unbuckling himself and slipping to the ground. "Do you remember which way, M'wen?" Harley swings her leg over and slides down Leiventh's side, landing a little clumsily. She's already pulled her cloak off and is holding it in her hand, not over her arm like she normally would. "Thank you." she murmurs to both R'hin and Leiventh. M'wen looks around, trying to remember the exact way in. "Umm I think its that way." He says, pointing off to the southeast. "But...well...we didn't stay long, well I didn't at least." Setting off slowly in the direction he pointed, he glances around, trying to get his bearings, "Well do you know where it is?" "Any time," R'hin murmurs in turn, smiling easily to Harley. "It wasn't too bad, was it?" A hand gestures upwards, no doubt indicating between. Hastily, he shrugs out of his flying gear, looping his jacket through Leiventh's straps, reaching out to take Harley's cloak in offer to do the same. He clears his throat, wry in response to M'wen's question, "We were kind of... distracted," he concludes. "I think it was that direction, though," he gestures south east, with a purse of lips. Harley lets R'hin take her cloak as she looks around. "Definitely different." she murmurs to herself. She turns slowly, taking in the whole weyr, a small frown appearing on her face. "Igen is about the same size as Reaches?" she asks either or both M'wen and R'hin. M'wen shrugs his shoulders, "We didn't get to see much the time we came here, so I can't answer that question. Though I whole-heartedly agree that the weather here is nicer at the moment." Still not really knowing if southeast is the right way, he sets off at a steady pace in that direction anyways, as it still will be more productive then just standing around. R'hin adds her cloak to the pile, a fond pat to Leiventh's hide given before he offers his arm in escort to Harley. "Smaller, I think," he guesses, with a glance upwards. "At least, it looks as if it'd house less dragons, so one assumes there'd be less population overall." An easy nod to M'wen, and he follows the brownrider's lead. You head over towards the field to the southeast. Igen Weyr Main Entrance Field Activity surrounds the Igen Weyr Bowl, especially so close to the Living Caverns. A road runs beneath the huge cliffs which form the southeastern section of the Igen Weyr Bowl. The wall opens here in three places, the middle one leading to the Living Cavern, and through it, the Inner Caverns. The northernmost one is the largest, being the Infirmary for both dragons and humans. The ground is solid and rocky and, in the brightest sun, glares uncomfortably. At the moment, long streamers of brightly dyed cloth have been slung between poles in even spacings aroung the field. Atop each pole is a decorative ribbon to give a colourful invitation to the Living Caverns, and a friendly greeting to all who pass through the area. To the north the path continues, winding its way past the hatching grounds (off the Weyrling Training Fields) to eventually leave the bowl. Cutting across the bowl to the northwest brings you to the center of the bowl. To the west lies a green field full of beasts- the Weyr's feeding grounds. The infirmary weyr opens to the northeast, and the living caverns to the east. Contents: Boskyth Kyreth Obvious exits: Inner Caverns Guest Ledge INFirmary Living Caverns Center of Bowl Feeding Grounds Weyrling Training Field Harley walks over from the center of the bowl. Harley has arrived. M'wen walks over from the center of the bowl. M'wen has arrived. Harley takes the offered arm and let's R'hin lead her across the bowl. "Well, you know this place better than I do." she admits, still glancing around as she walks. "By the way, why exactly are we here? Or you two anyway? I'm just along for the ride." She smiles at M'wen as she continues to walk beside R'hin. "Vaguely better," R'hin corrects Harley. "As for why we're here--" he trails off, glancing at M'wen with a hint of amusement, lips twitching. "Getting to know our fellow Weyrs. Being friendly like. You know. Sociable." One could assume, from his manner, that might not be the only reason. "Ah! Now I remember," he gestures towards the living cavern, heading in that direction. Noticing the bustling of people around the entrance of the Living Cavern, M'wen turns after R'hin and Harley. Smiling slightly to Harley, "What R'hin said more or less sums it up...too bad we aren't very good at being sociable, but we'll worry about that later." Gesturing to the entrance, "Lead on Bronzerider!" You head into the Igen Weyr Living Cavern. Igen Weyr Living Cavern(#600RJMQ$) Igen's living cavern is an immense hollow in the volcanic caldera, stretching up two stories to a slightly charred ceiling; the light of the glows and hearth are reflected in the quartz which peppers the unique Igen swirled sandstone. Large enough to seat the entire weyr, the living cavern is always buzzing with activity. Tapestries adorn the walls, depicting scenes from Pern's past. The head table sits upon a raised platform at the far eastern side of the room, in front of a huge and continually burning fireplace. The stairs lead up to a wide balcony that overlooks the cavern. Large tunnels lead west out to the bowl, and south to the kitchens. A smaller tunnel to the east leads deeper into the inner caverns. A doorway in the northern wall opens to the infirmary, while the small door to the northeast opens into the Records Room. In the corner between the infirmary and the records room is a plaque. Tables fill a good portion of the room ('+help places'). +view is available. Contents: Delu Ayana Kaeryna Meal Table Obvious exits: Bowl STairs Records Room INFirmary Kitchen Inner Caverns Harley comes in from the Bowl. Harley has arrived. Ayana sends Delu a teasing-wry look, "I can handle it," she boasts, about to add more until she hears Kaeryna's quip. Affecting a fake tone of shock, she looks to Kaeryna, "Like back in weyrlinghood when Te'an was about to order me and and Delu painted up like our dragons, and was going to force us to chase each other?" She nods then with a grin, "Yeah, things should get interesting once we have some candidates. Glad it's not /me/!" Something causes her to look to the entrance, suddenly blinking. R'hin's low chuckle is his response to M'wen's comment, not particularly disputing it. "It's a work in progress," he admits in a low murmur to Harley as he walks into the living cavern, keeping pace with his fellow 'Reachians. His voice lifts enough to be heard above the bustle of the caverns, "Ho, Igen! 'Reaches' duties to you all!" Delu grins at Ayana. "Like you hadn't already caught me anyway." She turns to reply to Kaeryna, "Definately, she wears out the throw rug too fast if it's in my weyr." More might be said, but R'hin's greeting is cast out, and she smiles over at him. "Hello!" M'wen comes in from the Bowl. M'wen has arrived. Kaeryna throws an automatic, "And Igen's to 'Reaches" back to the greeting, almost before she turns. So almost in fact, that she catches Ayana's blinking gaze and -that- more than anything else is reason enough to ascertain who exactly is 'ho-ing' at them. Harley smiles and adds her own. "Hello. Reaches duties." in a clear voice as her wide eyes glance around the living cavern before returning to the riders R'hin had waved to. She looks around and slightly behind her, as if to make sure M'wen was right behind them before returning her attention to where it should be. M'wen opens his mouth to say out a greeting to those in the general vicinity, but considering R'hin's is enough for both of them, he just throws a casual grin to those who looked to see what the disturbance was. Looking around he recognizes a few familiar faces, giving a smile to a few of them. R'hin's attention is naturally drawn to the table where Ayana, Delu and Kaeryna are seated. He beams, gesturing in their direction, "Familiar faces, -and- a warm welcome. Well, well," he seems pleased, absently patting Harley's hand on his arm as he diverts towards that particular table. "Ayana, lovely as ever. Delu," he flashes a grin to the greenrider. "You seem in good spirits. And," attention shifts to Kaeryna, only the slightest of pauses to indicate he may have help, "Kaeryna. Of course, from the flight - good to see you again. We've come to impose on your hospitality, if you don't mind..?" he glances back towards his companions. Ayana grins at Delu's comment, "I was in favor of being painted, in fact," she teases of the memory. Now looking back, she waves the Reachians over, "Igen's duties!" she cries, her gaze lingering on one of them. "Hey handsome," is her response to R'hin, offering him a seat next to her. "You're all welcome." She passes Kaeryna a knowing look. Delu smiles sweetly at R'hin, "I am always in good spirits, especially with such distinguished visitors. Won't you please join use, pull up a chair and some wine." An impish smile. "I can move a seat if you'd prefer to sit with Ayana." Harley smiles at group at the table but can't help but arch a brow at R'hin when he pats her hand. Letting him lead her over to the table, at least this time, she pulls her hand back once they've reached it. "It's miserable up in the Reaches today so I couldn't really resist when R'hin offered to bring me to a warm dry place." Indeed, the trailing ends of her long hair are still a bit damp and though she's changed her dress once since the invitation was offered, there are damp patches on the shoulders. Kaeryna looks vaguely confused for a moment, "Oh, flight sure." Not that her recollection of that seems too good. "You're welcome, all of you of course." And here she stands, leaving more space for the visitors to sit at their table. "Help yourselves to food and drink, but you'll have to excuse me for just a little while?" As she speaks, she moves out from the table, gessturing for them to make themselves more comfortable if they want. but disppearing up the stairs. Kaeryna climbs up the stairway onto the balcony. Kaeryna has left. M'wen smiles his thanks at the rapidly retreating Kaeryna, and he gives a slight shrug. Sitting down at the table, he regards those around him with curiosity, obviously enjoying the endeavour. Glancing about to those at the table he says quietly to R'hin, "Time to practice those diplomacy skills." "Distinguished!" R'hin's voice takes on an amused lilt, seemingly pleased by the unexpected title. "I wouldn't have gone so far, personally. Maybe 'notable', or 'notorious' would be more apt, but I'll settle for it." He gestures towards seats, generously waiting until his companions have seated themselves, before he follows suit. Pale eyes trail briefly after Kaeryna as she departs, tone full of humor at M'wen's comment: "I rather think that might just be a record, M'wen. Quickest we've ever driven someone off?" It would seem he's noted the look Ayana gave the goldrider, for he queries archly, "Been telling stories?" "Oh, notorious, I could go for that one. I shall refer to you as such from now on." Delu grins to R'hin, and then turns towards his companions. "Since our common aquaintance is lacking, I'll introduce myself. Delu, Boksyth's rider here. And I am sure you have met Ayana, Kyreth's weyrmate?" Ayana smiles and nods greetings to both M'wen and Harley, asking to the latter "Hey Harley, how's L'sen and Leysen?" By then she has finished off her third bubbly, nodding to Kaeryna as she goes. "Need to remember to talk to her," she says in a low voice. To the Reachians, she motions to the meal table, "Yes, help yourselves," she agrees after Kaeryna, "we have some good stuff over there....and bubblies." She notes M'wen's comment to the bronzerider with interest, looking at them both, "Diplomacy skills?" she echoes, before adding to R'hin, "She wanted the rumors of her flight. She doesn't remember much of it, and your name came up." She grins and winks before drinking her wine. "Seems like there's been rumors about of me and a certain bronzerider." Harley snorts. "Speak for yourself Mr. Notorious." she quips as she settles herself and relaxes, taking a longer look around the cavern. Turning her attention to Ayana, she grins "Both are fine. I'd just arranged with the nannies to keep the baby overnight so I could get some more personal chores done." her nose wrinkles. "I hate mending." is muttered with feeling. "L'sen is as always." and her grin widens. M'wen gives Ayana a look, "You probably -don't- want to know...But thanks for the food and stuff you all." He is the first of the guests to take advantage of the food table, going up to get a bit of food and comeing back hastily, he starts nibbling at the random things on his plate. Satiet comes in from the Bowl. Satiet has arrived. R'hin winks at Delu, seemingly pleased by the new pseudonym, chuckling briefly at Harley's comment, unrepentant in the slightest. Hands spread a little, feigning apology for the lack of introductions, though he allows the others to rectify his lapse. "We seem to have a poor reputation visiting other Weyrs," he adds, for Ayana's benefit, head tipping briefly at her mention of the flight. "Hm. Is that normal, not to recall?" pale eyes flick towards the food tables, and he rises to avail himself of the offerings. Delu may not be the one asked, but she offers an answer. "I think it varies from person to person. I remember Boskyth's first rising much clearer than her second, but I think that's cause it was so... Uncomfortable." Joshi comes in from the Bowl. Joshi has arrived. Ayana chuckles at M'wen's look before nodding, "Hm, I probably don't," she says in amusement. She shrugs a bit to R'hin, "Well, she was occupied with her dragon at the time, so I can believe it." She nods in agreement with Delu, then adds to all there "Ah yes, heard about those...incidents in the other Weyrs." A smirk. With a canvas bag slung over her shoulders, and the discomfort of heat sitting ill on her slight frame, Satiet makes her way in from the bowl. Her hand is lifted to shield her face, ostensibly from the sun, and the keenness of her pale gaze skips across the gathered folk, seeking. However, when the object of her search is not found and another glance over draws familiar faces into her viewing, the young woman's lips quirk to one side, and the confidence of her poise shifts markedly -- indecisive of whether to turn about or not. Harley's eyebrows go up but she shrugs. "I've only heard about Fort's new Weyrleader and that was probably third hand, if not fourth or fifth. I'm not sure what to believe at this point." Her back is to the bowl so she does not see Satiet arrive. Joshi waddles in after Satiet. The greenrider looks tired, but then who wouldn't carrying the bulky weight of pregnancy in front of her. She's nearly due soon too from the looks of it. And where else do pregnant women go except to gravitate towards food, drink or the privacy. In this case it's the food she is after, picking up a plate and loading it up. R'hin doesn't seem particularly interested in the sweets, settling for pouring himself a glass of the white wine as he walks back towards the table. "It varies from flight to flight, then? Interesting." It almost seems like he's filing that away for later use. A chuckle, not in the least embarrassed, "Incidents, is that term for it? I like that. Vaguely descriptive," he concludes. His return to his seat is waylaid, slowing and turning abruptly, a slight distance in his gaze for a moment before eyes settle on Satiet. Lips curve upwards, and as if sensing the woman's hesitation, calls swiftly, "Ah, if it isn't our lady of the spires. What... coincidence!" Ayana looks over at Delu before nodding to Harley, "Yeah, we heard about the new Weyrleader, too," she says quickly. "Heard he's not too happy about his current position either, along with some in Ista.." and she sends another look to Delu. She grins at R'hin, "Vaguely descriptive and more likely true, you mean," she adds to him. She now notes the arrival of both Satiet and Joshi, but since she only knows the latter, she waves, "Hey Joshi! Over here," and grabs Delu's arm to get her attention. The pregnant woman that moves by is given a passing glance, one mixed with pity and distaste as blue eyes finally come across that belly. In conjunction with 'coincidence,' Satiet's half-turn to leave halts and those that are coming in to the living caverns are privy to the near-pained twist of her features before the incomplete pivot returns, and pale eyes combined with a bland expression once again seek out the table the Reaches' riders and their hosts have claimed. Dutifully, the weyrwoman calls out, "The Reaches sends its regards and duties to Igen, her queens, and the clutch to be laid." And once greetings are given, it'd be too rude, even for Satiet, to just leave, and so slow steps carry her the short distance to spare more personal introductions and even, polite smiles for the Igenites, "Satiet, Teonath's rider." Joshi missed that pity/distaste glance. Probably a good thing considering the state she's in. Hormones don't mix well at this stage. "Ayana, shards..no need to shout." Not that she did. Joshi fills her plate, grabs a glass of water and heads over towards that table occupied by the other Igen riders. When the proper duties are given by the weyrwoman of High Reaches, Joshi returns the greeting with, "Greetings. Igen's duties to Reaches and her queens." And since glancing at the knots indicateds all those Reachians about, Joshi makes her way over, sitting to ask, "You guys seen Ad'ion yet tonight?" R'hin tips his glass marginally in Satiet's direction in silent toast, eyes glimmering briefly as he watches her approach, seemingly pleased as her exit is halted. Taking his seat next to Ayana once more, he says, "The Istans struck me as a very insular bunch. I'm surprised one was caught outside the Weyr," he doesn't make much effort to lower his voice, and one would imagine this is one of the comments M'wen's warned him against making. His eyes follow Joshi briefly, only a slight tip of head given in greeting. The query about Ad'ion earns a blank look: "Who?" Delu glances at R'hin, and her tone is a bit acid. "Just because they don't make spectacles of themselves doesn't mean they are out any less." She turns towards Joshi, and offers a small smile. "Heya, Joshi. Nice to see you this evening." And to Satiet, "Delu, ma'am, and welcome to Igen. May I get you anything?" Ayana blinks at Delu, then R'hin, then smiles at Satiet. "Igen's duties," she says with a nod. Her eyes suddenly unfocusing, she looks to both Delu and R'hin regretfully, "I gotta go..Ky's gotten into something.." and gets up, annoyed. "Nice meeting you all, and I'll try to be right back!" With another glance spared at everyone, she runs out the cavern, calling the brown's name urgently. Ayana walks out to the Bowl. Ayana has left. As the table's conversation finally catches up to Satiet, each person in turn receives a cool look: Ayana, Delu, Joshi, and finally the Reaches' riders. The polite smile doesn't waver, sinking in with practiced precision, but fails to reach her gaze. "And Pern turns upside down once more with yet another leadership change at our first Weyr." In the fleeting once overs she's given the table, R'hin's toast is noticed, eliciting a rapid color rise to her cheeks, negated quickly by a toss of her hair and a breezy reply for the pregnant greenrider. "It's been more than a sevenday since I've seen Ad'ion last. Rides blue, Mazinth in Avalanche." The last is an aside for the bronzerider's benefit. R'hin appears to accept Delu's criticism remarkably well, given his apparent disagreement. "Your experience obviously differs," he observes with a spread of hand, palm facing upwards. "It's not about spectacles, so much as turning a blind eye to the positives of other places." His gaze drifts after Ayana with a faint furrowing of brow, but soon returns to Satiet, marking that hint of color with a twitch of lips. "Ah. Yes, I do recall meeting him once before. I've rarely seen him about." Since Ayana's vacated the seat next to him, he gestures invitingly for Satiet to take her place. "What she said," Joshi agrees to R'hin. "And also the father of this thing." She pats her stomach. "He's been stopping by whenever he's off duties to see me." She picks up a meatroll dipping it in some type of gravy. Taking a bite she asks, "So what brings so many of yo to Igen?" She glances from R'hin to M'wen, then to Harley and Satiet. Delu smiles sweetly to Joshi. "This is Ayana's pet bronzerider, Joshi. It's pretty easy to guess why he's here, though I don't know about the rest of his entourage." She looks to the brozerider in question, "I've been enjoying a lot of time at Ista of late. It's a nice place, with good people. More hospitable than other palces." Harley promptly answers. "I just wanted to get out of the downpour. I was on my way to the living cavern when R'hin tempted me with a visit here. So I just tagged along. Sort of." She smiles at Satiet. "Need any help with that?" she asks, indicating the pack. "His Mazinth is of the same clutch as Teonath," is Satiet's continued explanation to R'hin, keeping her eyes away from the bronzerider studiously. "A missive, for your Weyrwoman, though it can keep for another day. And-," the cool voice hesitates as she skips her gaze over Joshi's belly once more, "I suppose many people congratulate others on impending births so, congratulations to you and Ad'ion. He never mentioned, but it's been ages since there's been time to sit and chat." As contrary as Mary, the raven-haired woman takes a seat on Delu's other side, rather than the indicated one, and ducks her head to allow the canvas bag to fall to the ground. To Harley, "It wasn't heavy. Is it still raining at the Reaches then?" Joshi glances at R'hin with a bit more interest. Looking him up and down as if he were something of an object, she says, "Oh.." And then her lips curve up into a small smile as she says, "I see..." in a 'knowing' sort of tone that seems to be 'knowing something' that others already do as well. Especially since he's described as a 'pet bronzerider'. Satiet's explanation has Joshi looking with more interest at the goldrider as she asks, "You stood with him?" Mostly to confirm and then she grins, "Oh, I don't suppose you have any good stories about him that I can tease him about?" She digs into her food with gusto. "Well, that explains that," comes R'hin's faintly amused drawl, eyes on Joshi for a moment. The greenrider's query elicits an easy shift of shoulders, the bronzerider apparently not in the mood to answer again, leaving that to his companions should they choose to do so. A knowing purse of lips at Delu's comment, then adroitly: "Let me guess. Balinne of Ista?" as if that should explain everything. Satiet's choice of seat earns a low chuckle, almost as if it was expected, the bronzerider sipping casually from his glass. Delu's comment, and Joshi's 'look', earn a bland: "I'm sleeping with her weyrmate, is what she -meant- to say." Delu stirs, glancing around the table, clearly uncomfortable but trying to hide it. She looks back to R'hin, with a slight grin. "Among others." A quick glance around to check dor someone, and she looks back. "Truth be told, I've been planning a bit of a party for Aya at the Sandbar there. A kind of belated turnday, since we missed hers in some of the recent drama going around. They've all been very helpful. And yes, Balinne included. And if I meant to say that, I would have. I am rarely known for holding my tongue." Harley offers a quick, "Yes, pouring." to Satiet's question. She goes quiet when the talk shifts to which rider is who and what they're doing, who with, and all those fun details. Maybe she's not talking, but she's definitely listening. "No, but then again, I don't tell tales when it might get a comrade in trouble." Whether it's a flat out lie or not, Satiet not being known for having many close friends, the easy smile that finds the goldrider's lips intends to smooth out whatever askance her comment might elicit of the others. After a while, the slender woman does allow a wry, "He can't keep up after me though, jogging." A beat later, instead of delving into the conversation between R'hin and Delu, however a light of inquisitiveness streaks into the crystalline hue of her eyes, she comments offhandedly, "I haven't been back home all day, though it was drizzling when I left. Does it rain often here?" The last question is posed of Delu, rather than the other native, Joshi, the woman's typically distant voice tempered by the continued existence of that hostess smile. "I can't imagine in what other context you would've meant it, since there is no other context," R'hin observes with a sidelong look at Delu, voice deliberately even. "A 'pet' implies ownership. That's straying rather far from the truth. That would be your claim to make, not mine." If anything, Satiet's intercession seems unwelcome, given the careful, narrow look the bronzerider bestows on the woman. Joshi shakes her head, "I'll remember that one." She glances at Delu and asks, "When are you thinking about doing her party?" She looks over at R'hin and nods her head, "Definitely not a pet..but perhaps a good time eh?" She winks at him. As for the question of rain since she is not the one the question is directed to, she forgoes answering it, choosing instead to eat some more. Delu shakes her head, turning to Satiet, "Very, very rarely, I'm happy to say. Never been a big fan of the wet. That's more Ayana's thing, she never saw water she didn't like. Me, I'm happy to live in a desert." She looks back to R'hin. "Or else I was simply teasing you both, and didn't mean any slight or slur in it. But I will be sure to remember in the future to be more clear." She looks to Joshi, "Couple weeks yet, I think. It's slow getting it all together, and I am afraid I am not very /good/ at parties. I tend to prefer being alone than being surrounded by people all the time." "Pet," and here Satiet's tone drawls ever sweetly, though she only spares R'hin a passing look, "Is not something I would ever think to designate as a name for R'hin, but perhaps you and your weyrmate know far more of our bronzerider than I do." The chatter of party, and the reasons for such an occasion, furrow the goldrider's brow, and as the more lighthearted talk goes around her, pale eyes seek out R'hin's a moment longer, cool and challenging. "My turnday just passed, but I've found those days to just mean I've gained another year, and gained more work to do. But my advice: ply marks on the bartender and keep buying rounds for the crowd and somehow a good party will make itself work." R'hin's hands spread silently, possibly to concede the point to Delu, or simply to let it pass. Joshi's comment earns a twitch of brow, though rather than responding he swirls the wine around in his glass, taking another sip. Satiet is studied with level gaze over the rim of his glass, a twitch of lips evidenced in response, brief. Eventually: "Are you going to invite her brothers?" he inquires. "Oh you must!" Joshi encourages R'hin's suggestion to Delu once he makes it. "I've been wanting to meet her brother ever since Ayana told me about him." She grins. "The one I know, I will certainly be inviting. And I shall make it clear to him the other is welcome. I do not anticipate he will accept, though." Delu shrugs. "Perhaps if I paid him, he might show up for something for his sister, but I wouldn't hold my breath." She smiles to Joshi. "Bayan's an interesting sort, you'll like him I'm sure." Another glance around, and the smile fades. "I think, perhaps, now is a good time to take my leave. I am sure you will all be well looked after in my absence." Harley sits still, listening to the conversation. Her eyes go from person to person, her expression curious. At the mention of Bayan's name, she blinks. "Bayan is Ayana's brother?" she asks, finally putting a couple pieces of information together, a rather sharp glance going to R'hin in the meantime. Satiet's pale eyes dwell thoughtfully on Delu, and her words cause the slight frame to inch forward along her chair. "Bayan is an interesting sort, to be sure, whose intentions sometimes seem dark, though generally-," she turns to Joshi a lopsided grin, all charm and light, "He seems to have his feet on the ground and his head on firm." "Mm. I imagine it would be in poor taste for me to show up, then." R'hin says, which of course doesn't necessarily discount the possibility that he will, regardless. A nod is given to Harley's comment, vaguely surprised. "I thought you knew?" he says, her look met with an even, guarded on the bronzerider's part. For his part, he keeps his own opinions on the erstwhile Igenite to himself, his reticence unusual. A tip of head sent Delu's way. "Good evening," he says, pleasantly enough. "So it would seem," Joshi agrees to Harley's question. She glances at Delu and asks, "Everything okay?" She smiles at Satiet's description of Bayan saying, "Well anyone with his confidence must be so." In a change of subject she does ask, "Will Reaches be hosting anymore Winter Games this year?" Kaeryna comes down the stairway. Kaeryna has arrived. Delu stands, and sends another of those sweet smiles. "R'hin, you will be both invited. And I would trust you both to have enough manners to not ruin it for her by causing a scene. But you are only men, so I promise not to be dissapointed when you fail." She glances to Joshi and nods a bit. "Just a bit... Claustrophobic. Like I said, I prefer solitude." To the table at large, "If you will all excuse me. Clear skies on your journies home." Harley shakes her head. "No. How could I know? I never heard any names." and she shrugs. It's obvious she has a few other questions, but she doesn't air them here. She has to bite her tongue when Delu speaks to R'hin. Bite it hard. Kaeryna returns just in time to hear Delu declare her intention to leave. "Well, goodnight then Delu." and to those who have arrived since her own disappearance, she gives a warm nod of greeting. "I'd offer duties, but I assume that has all been taken care of." Continuing, she moves to pour herself another drink, as her last one will have been long since cleared away. "Tea anyone?" For Delu, Satiet's eyebrows hitch high and the smooth smile turns into a peel of laughter, one that sounds far too genuine to be coming from her. "It was a pleasure meeting you," though a name still escapes the goldrider, the focus of her words is most definitely that greenrider. "Pet or no, if you don't mind uninvited guests, we'll be sure to keep an eye on him to keep -his- manners in check." Kaeryna's arrival turns the Reaches' woman's attention away, but briefly as a glaze of the pale eyes sharpens a moment later. "Reaches duties to you and yours, weyrwoman, but I'm afraid my errands today whisk me away. Good evening." R'hin's head tips forward abruptly, his attention drifting momentarily from the conversation. An almost inaudible exhale escapes him, fingers lacing together about his glass, a sudden smile tugging his lips into speculative amusement as his gaze settles briefly on Satiet at her words. Belatedly, he notes Delu's addressing him, pale eyes lifting shifting towards the greenrider. "I am what I am," is all he says, with a shrug. An easy nod is offered to Kaeryna at her return, and he straightens a little. Leiventh senses that Teonath's heated touch lurks but says little throughout the exchanges in the living cavern, and once her rider has made her departures, the pale queen shares, « There is no errand. » The twine of pastel colors turns cooler, streaked with blue frustration and anger: a window into her pale-eyed rider's thoughts. « We expect you and yours once his visit is done. » Joshi finishes the last bite of food, takes her last swill of drink. "Nice to have met you weyrwoman," She calls to Satiet. "Especially one who knows Ad'ion." She grins at R'hin and says, "You really should meet him. He is a good fellow after all." Delu offers Kaeryna a smile on her way towards the bowl. "Goodnight, ma'am." And to Satiet, "A full-time job, but one that would be appreciated." And with that, she slips out into the bowl. Delu walks out to the Bowl. Delu has left. Kaeryna waves acknowledgement to Satiet. "And ours to you and yours, errands we can perfectly understand. Clear skies, and good evening." Watching Delu seems to spark high color on Satiet's cheeks, and while her lips set ever so thinly, the polite veneer of hostess never dissipates. It's after a gentle toss of her loose curls, and a slight bend to gather her canvas bag, that the raven-haired woman begins to pick her way through the crowd to the bowl. That her steps are quick, and her thin smile fleeting for those she passes only speaks further of the urgency of her exit. Satiet walks out to the Bowl. Satiet has left. R'hin's lips purse, the greenrider's comment earning a briefly blank look before he recalls. "Ad'ion?" he guesses. "As I said earlier, I've met him, briefly. I imagine he spends a great deal of time here, with you expecting?" he waves a hand towards her, clearly indicating her stomach. Pale eyes follow Satiet's departure until she vanishes, a brief twist of lips given before attention returns. He casts a glance at the quiet M'wen, and if pointed, inquires of Kaeryna, "Your Rozhenth, weyrwoman, has she clutched, yet? I hadn't heard." Joshi lets out a satisfied burp with a sigh of pleasure from her consumption of food. "Yep.. In fact I'm gonna go see if he maybe went to my weyr to look for me." Pushing back her chair, she stands to her feet, "Igens duties.. Clear skies and make sure not to let that cutie fall off when you take her back," Joshi points at Harley, clearly talking to the rider who will take her back. She winks at Harley before heading out. And yet she never introduced herself. Harley blinks when she's pointed at and called cutie. "Nice to meet you." is all she says to Joshi as she heads out. Her expression is a bit bemused when she looks at R'hin. "cutie?" Kaeryna waves after the departing Joshi as she answer R'hin, her only acknowledgement of the greenrider's parting words being a slight rise of one shoulder to Harley. "No, she hasn't yet. But thankyou for enquiring. I'm just as eager as the rest of the Weyr seems to be to actually get the eggs on the sands. However, as that means that we're grounded from then on, I've told her to take her own sweet time in clutching if she can." "Don't ask me," R'hin's vaguely bemused as much as Harley, murmuring, "She's a greenrider." He drains off the rest of his wine, sympathetic grimace appearing at Kaeryna's response, "Grounded, mm? I can't imagine that'd be much fun. But then I'm the sort that enjoys travelling all over." The words are polite, but somewhat distracted. With a faint exhale, he says, "It seems as if I'm being recalled home. Harley, are you right to get a lift from M'wen, or..?" he leaves the option open, inquisitive glance on his fellow 'Reachians. Harley says "Ah." and her face clears. "I should go back myself. I did wander away from some chores I do need to get done while the nurseries have Leysen." Her lips quirk into a wry smile "And get wet if it's still raining up there." Looking over at Kaeryna, she smiles "It was good to meet everyone tonight."" M'wen has spent the entire evening in silence, seeming much more at ease listening then doing the talking. An appropriate smile, laugh or frown in all the right places show he hasn't missed a word. Seeing that his fellow 'Reachians are leaving, he stands up, with a, "Good evening, nice meeting you all, I should get going with the rest of 'em." He gestures towrads the door, looking at Harley and R'hin, "Lets go, I hope the rain's let up." With an agreeable grin to his companions, R'hin rises, a brief nod of head directed to Kaeryna. "Thank you for your hospitality, weyrwoman. We certainly can't fault Igen," a faint smile flickers, "And barely an incident in sight, M'wen," he says, pointedly, amused. He waits a beat or two for the others to make their farewells, before stepping towards the exit. "So do I," he murmurs wryly in response to the brownrider as he disappears. You walk out into the Bowl. |
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