Logs:Over Drinks
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| RL Date: 9 August, 2012 |
| Who: Brieli, Azaylia |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Is it gossiping when you're just talking about yourselves? Also, sex and hangings. |
| Where: Brieli and Iesaryth's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 16, Month 6, Turn 29 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: N'rov/Mentions |
| Brieli and Iesaryth's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr This hollowed out bubble cavern is large enough to fit at least three large dragons, the immensity dwarfing what little furniture is visible. A small portion of the room contains a personal bath, enclosed by a carefully carved out strip of rock wall. Faint tendrils of stream waft from the corner, permeating the immediate area with a merging of warmth and cooler temperatures. In the outermost room, a large stone table is centered in the entranceway, five chairs of wicked wood surrounding it, atop it a bowl of seasonal fruit. Nearby is an old elevator-pulley trap door to the kitchens - rusted, but coming back to life. The further corner forms the ledge entrance; nearer the baths is a grouping of stands and ceiling hooks that hold a collection of lush, green plants and hanging brightly coloured glass beads. Just next to the greenery is a large glassed-in bookshelf built into the well - only holding a few books and keepsakes - as well as two large, cozy-looking armchairs. Behind a curtain made of more brightly coloured glass beads is a smaller, blue-wash walled room, one that is mostly filled by the big bed, made up in shades of blue to match, and lots of pillows. On the wall over it is a large, beautifully made quilt, its deep blue oceanic tones broken only by the gold of sunbeams in rounded patterns, circling sunbursts in shades of blue. At the foot of the bed is a ornately carved chest that matches the sweet redwood wardrobe that stands along the far wall. A short tunnel from this room leads into another that is a little larger, and contains an ornate desk and set of shelves that are both almost too neat to be believed - a cozy, private study nonetheless. It's late in the afternoon - evening, really - when Iesaryth reaches out to her sister, warm and relaxed and pleasantly tired, hide sunwarmed like her waves. « Is she busy, Hraedhyth? Brieli would have her over for drinks. » In fact, Brieli already has bottles out on the table in the outer room; glasses too, though she's sitting in one of the armchairs, legs crossed, clothes casual and hair wet, sure signs of a recent bath. She's also got a glass of amber alcohol in one hand, watching it circle as she plays with the glass. Ever the contrast to her sister, Hraedhyth's far from relaxed. She's wound up, pressure obvious as she waits for something, anything to spring the jaws of her trap. Someone give her a reason to fight, please. Iesaryth, of course, is the exception to this and she answers, voice growing richer with every passing day, « She comes. » It isn't as if their weyrs are terribly far, which may be why Azaylia is comfortable in making the journey dressed as she is. Light blue and white robe isn't necessarily immodest, though there's a lot more leg than Azaylia typically shows. Loose sleeves threaten to slip over her hands, one of which is holding a basket of goodies, "What a great idea." Drinks with her friend, "I was just settling in." Obviously. Iesaryth might usually ask, but there's something about Hraedhyth's agitation, or perhaps how she's spent her last few hours, that stops her from inquiring further - instead, she merely offers her sister the soothing sound of her waves crashing on the beach. As for the robe, it's also warm enough - and it's not like the other goldrider is like to scandalize anyone, other than maybe a few scribes, or the Weyrleader. Brieli waves at the bottles and glasses in a 'help yourself' way while peering over at Azaylia's basket curiously. "What did you bring over? I skipped lunch, I'm feeling it a little..." The fruit in the bowl isn't interesting, apparently. "How are you?" The younger gold's silence is probably for the best as Hraedhyth continues to try and wear herself out. Running around the bowl is one way, flying hard and fast around the spires is another... Through all of this, she accepts Iesaryth's soothing waves. Whatever has Hraedhyth wound up can't be too bad, if Azaylia is all smiles, "Some pastries, cookies, chocolates... stuff left over from one of the baskets I got at the party." An impersonal and yet still delicious gift. It's placed in front of Brieli for her to pick at, not yet sitting as she leans to grab and inspect a bottle. Hmmm. "I'm doing fine. You?" Not overly cheerful but still pleasant. "Things are kind of quiet, here." Not at Fort, but here. That's what matters. "And soon there'll be eggs." Adventurous, she simply chooses a bottle and glass, filling it to the polite amount. Brightening as she looks over the leftovers, "Oh, this is nice. Thank you, Azaylia." Brieli unfolds from her chair enough to pick out a cookie to go with her rum. The bottles are a good assortment of liquors, some sweet, some not so much - hopefully Azaylia's pulled something that she likes. "I'm doing all right, though a little tired," she'll admit. "I had a nice afternoon, though." She's unable to stop herself from smiling a touch at that, before cautiously, "They do seem quiet, for now. I'm hoping the wedding goes well, and it's not too... well. Crowded, I suppose." As for eggs, she just nods before biting into the cookie. "Soon." "I'll bet." Azaylia says with no real accusation, light. Too much so, obviously a tease at just where she thinks her friend has been. "Worked up an appetite?" That can't be said with as much of a straight face, trying to stifle her giggles and be mature about it. For Brieli's sake, "Hraedhyth notices when Iesaryth's gone." One of the sweeter liquors, debatable given her sensitive palate but she's willing to try it. At least there's no wince when she sips, "I bet it is going to be crowded. I mean, it is the Lord Holder's sister and all..." She finally decides to sit, tugging a chair so that she can curl up next to Brieli, rather than across from her. With a little laugh, Brieli might be a bit pinker than usual, asking, "Does she?" Azaylia's giggles confirm her blush, and she fortifies herself with a sip of her drink before glancing over with a shrug that's meant to be diffident, but can't quite make it. With a thread of defensiveness she can't quite force out of her tone, "It feels better to be away, sometimes. Where Hraedhyth won't get upset." Or Cadejoth, perhaps, unspoken. With a tiny purse of her lips, she'll confide with a warning look - let's not share this - "N'rov said that they've been encouraged to get out to the gathers. To... move on. So, some people might show up, one never knows." Azaylia sips, hiding her little smile behind the glass. "Yeah. It makes me wonder how often she checks up on her." Without either riders or Iesaryth knowing, that is. Defensive tone sparks a mild one in her own voice, though it's softer. "Sorry, if it gets in the way sometimes. I can't just order her to stop caring." But there won't be anything unpleasant to ruin this night, she won't allow it. "For what it's worth, I like N'rov." A bite to her lower lip, "Brieli, his curls. How can you stand it? Ee." Hopefully the gush isn't seen as too threatening, the young woman looking a little flushed. It could just be her drink. "That's good for them, isn't it? I mean... What happened was terrible, to the weyr, to that woman. There isn't anything that can be done now, besides try to move on." Not that she's very up-to-date on Fortian business, as much as her dragon seems to be interested. Glancing out to the ledge, perhaps a bit worriedly, "I'm sure it's meant to protect her. Not to be... nosy." Though Brieli's tone is a touch uncertain at the last, the words are undoubtedly for Iesaryth. Looking back to Azaylia immediately as she hears an echo of her tone, "Oh - no, I just mean that... Sometimes, it feels like everyone is watching. I hope you won't know what I mean." But she seems worried that the other weyrling might - though that gushing fades her concern into amusement - she's not bothered at all, even if she's all pink again, finishing her cookie. "I'm glad you like him. And... I... You see why I got in trouble?" She has to look down into her drink, let the subject change. "I suppose not. It's just that it could cause issues, couldn't it? So just a good thing to keep in mind." "Why would they be?" Is Azaylia's light counter, reaching over to pluck up a cookie with little bits of dried fruit in it. "I get that we're goldriders now, but the only time anyone seems to care is when N'rov is involved." With good reason, given the political tension between their weyrs. "Maybe everyone's watching him." She's so smart, she deserves another glass of sweet stuff, not having noticed how quickly the first had gone. Eyes glance at Brieli as she pours, only to look elsewhere just as quickly. "I definitely understand, now. Just be careful. I don't think Meara would find him worth missing any more lessons." In current company, she'd be the minority. "What issues?" Azaylia sounds thoughtful, "Do you think they got the wrong person? Or... that they'll start exicuting more people, more often?" She sounds skeptical but curious. "Quinlys seemed to think that any relationship, particularly any relationship out of weyr, and yes, especially with anyone from Fort, might be watched. People pay attention now." Brieli shrugs a little, glancing Azaylia's way. "Hopefully she's wrong, but..." She trails off, her tone doubtful. But she is a little sensitive about the whole issue, after all. Finishing off her own drink, she'll get another, looking at her friend curiously as the other weyrling looks away. Amused, "Don't worry. I'm not about to get moved back into the barracks. I'd climb the walls at this point." As for issues, tilting her head, "Well, just general political tensions? Most people would be on their best behavior at a wedding, but not all. And I really don't know enough about it to judge." Her last is too quick, dismissive - she doesn't want to talk about it. The cookie doesn't stand a chance, Azaylia distractedly licking crumbs off her fingers. Mention of Quinlys doesn't have her glancing up. Mm, crumbs. "Funny. I haven't been having any probl... uhms." Embarrassed, she quiets herself with the glass, though there is a nod of sympathy for Brieli's particular plight. "It's something out of a Harper romantic ballad, really." Two weyrs, torn apart. Forbidden love... "I think," Hope. "The wedding will be fantastic. It's such a special day, who could possibly be cruel enough to try and ruin it?" If her friend's dismissive tone is caught, she doesn't say anything about it. Instead, "At least he's got permission from his 'Leaders to come. You two can dance and everything." Aw. Picking out a pastry, "Really. Well, she did say it's easier in weyr. It's also easier when twenty-plus people pass out in your weyr." Brieli has a wide grin for that, her turn to tease, her tone light. "What have you been up to?" Though she's definitely curious, she won't press so much as some people might. Pointing with her glass-hand, "You'd think that. But it's less fun when you're worried you might just - not be allowed to see someone, someday. Which... shouldn't bother me all that much." Her last is said more into her glass, to herself, than anything, before a sip. Then, pastry. "Let's hope no one will be out to ruin it then, yes." She'll even make a toast of it before, with a slight smile, "I owe him that." The jig is up! Stupid delicious liquor. Or was it the cookie that had made her so careless? Azaylia's plenty bashful now, eyes rolling up to the weyr's ceiling with a faintly guilty whimper. "Also easier when their dragons have their own ledges. But I think Hraedhyth chases them there, anyway." Unlike visiting Fortians. If there's one thing she believes in, it's in being fair, and they've dug up plenty of Brieli's lovelife this evening. "Nothing serious." She answers honestly, unable to keep the embarrassed smile off her face. "It's just easier falling asleep when I'm not so alone." She pulls her eyes from examining the larger weyr, "I couldn't imagine if mine was this big." Glass is lifted in the optimistic toast, "Here's hoping." A mother wherry chasing the juiciest worm, "Why shouldn't that possibility bother you? You care about him, don't you?" Brieli has to agree, "That would be helpful. I mean, if you wanted to hide things. Or be less obvious, at the very least." She'll finish her pastry and go looking for something else to eat in sympathy for Azaylia, given how uncomfortable she gets about this sort of questioning. Look, more flaky things! "Nothing starts out serious," she says, but in a foreboding way, rather than any hopeful sort of tones; it's her friend's explanation, though, that worries her. "Is it still that difficult? And the bedroom is smaller." Sipping her drink after the toast, she notes, "As long as it's fun for you? And..." She glances away, shaking her head. "I think so. I don't know. It's not important." "Oh, I don't care if anyone sees. I'm not breaking any rules, but Hraedhyth is much pickier." This has her smiling with a touch more happiness, less mortified than moments earlier. "Sometimes, she'll like a blue and want to cuddle and he'll try to escape. Or other times, she'll think a bronze is..." How to put it delicately where her lifemate fails to do so? "...not nice, and won't let him stay on her ledge." Brieli's warning has her laughing softly. Leave it to the other goldrider to make budding romance sound so ominous. Good drink and good company has her in better spirits, "It's not as bad as it was when we first moved in. It's starting to feel like home. I just... like being a good hostess." Juvenile giggles ahoy, covering her face with one hand to hide her flush, "I can't believe I said that." A nod through her laughter, of course she's having fun. She recovers, taking in a deep breath, "It could be." Important. "But, as long as it's fun for you, and he treats you right." Firmly put. A little embarrassed herself, "I don't know why it bothers me. Perhaps because everyone makes such a issue of it." Brieli arches fine brows for the relative pickiness of dragon to rider, and tells Azaylia, "I hope you're at least a little picky. There's no need to have no standards at all." She'd be offended on her friend's behalf. Wryly at the giggle, "Yes, well. A good hostess doesn't need to... Oh, I can't think of a clever analogy. You don't need to be that good a hostess." Rolling dark eyes, she mellows into a small smile. "Things... I like how things are. But I don't want to get used to anything... in case." It's vague, but she's trying. Azaylia isn't completely on her dragon's side, sympathetic to the attention that Brieli does get, N'rov being where he's from. "It isn't fair." It may as well become her motto, for as many times she says it when around the other weyrling. "Trust me, when I feel her start up about Vhaeryth, I try to help." It may be why the gold isn't constantly complaining to her younger sister, or perhaps Hraedhyth more considerate on her own when it comes to Iesaryth. She chokes on her drink, only making the burn worse, "Bri!" Squeak. "I don't... I mean, I'm picky. I don't have a visitor every night. Or every other, even..!" With a defeated sigh, she tries her best to quiet the holdbred girl deep inside. "It's just nice to have the choice." A bit softer, "It's nice to do something that makes someone happy, and me, too." It's not a charity, thank you very much. "In case..? You can't think like that." Light concern aimed at the other weyrling, "But I trust you, you're smart. Besides, it's too early for you to settle down. You don't want to steal Issedi's special moment, getting married so soon." Now she's definitely teasing. "And I appreciate that," Brieli assures Azaylia, with a grateful little smile. "And what is fair, honestly? Very little." She'll keep trying to be the voice of reality on that count, though she doesn't hammer it down as forcefully as she might at other times. Her smile widening to a grin as Azaylia chokes on that drink, she tips her glass across to the other girl before drinking, noting, "Good for you. I'm just poking at you - like I said, if you're enjoying it, if it makes you happy. Even if it were every night." As for the concern, she shrugs it off a little, murmuring, "I have to." Even so, that last brings a laugh out of her, bright and sharp. "Wouldn't that be something to talk about. Did you get your dress yet?" She did - and she'll be happy to show it off and talk about less complicated things until they should both get some sleep. The booze will help with that! "So it's up to us to be as fair as possible." Azaylia counters, though like her friend she's not looking to argue. In fact, the response itself seems to be in jest. Brieli's laughter has her going again, going as far as to name the triplets she'll have after the big, expensive dragonrider wedding. Neils, Brove, and Rievl. The more ridiculous, the better! "I did!" She'll break her laughter to excitedly chat about her dress, and how weavers can turn any old thing from the stores into works of art. She may be exaggerating (she may be drinking even more), but the night goes on until it can't, certainly ending with good feelings and booze warming their bellies. |
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