Logs:The Best Turnover Ever
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| RL Date: 19 June, 2011 |
| Who: Elgin, G'brion, Riorde, Sibella, Suireh, Taikrin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Lakeside turnover celebrations are extravagance enough for the poor exiles. Throw in Iovniath's unexpected mating flight, and you get a recipe for a turnover none of them will EVER forget. |
| Where: Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 28, Month 13, Turn 25 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Teris/Mentions |
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| Turnover celebrations have been going in style all morning; now that afternoon is here and the sun is disappearing behind the bowl wall, it's beginning to take on a more racuous tone. Ice skating is still in full-swing, though glows are providing more and more of the lighting to see by. There's a huge bonfire further up the shore, and tables laden with (admittedly cold) fingerfoods. Likewise, there are a couple of tables set up with a variety of drinks-- though they're primarily alcoholic. The entire area is redolent with the scent of the herdbeast that's roasting over a lesser fire, and the sound of merriment echoes off the wall of the bowl. Taikrin is by one of the drink tables, where she seems to have sweet-talked an entire dark bottle off one of the bartenders. Her gait is a little unsteady as she picks her way next towards the food tables, bellying right up to the nearest platter heedless of the glare from the young man she cuts in front of. "Great party, ain't it?" "Yes, yes it is." Elgin replies as he is cut in front of by the brownrider. He tips his own mug of adult beverage in a greeting. Either he's in a rather good mood, or he's had to much to notice he was cut off - perhaps both. "Do you have these every year?" The young man questions quietly, "I've ever seen so much food in one place." Sibella heads in from the bowl. Sibella has arrived. A young exile with a child in his arms and another child being held by his hand, come walking along the line of the lake shore. "So, are you all ready to have some fun?" Celadion's voice asks the child in his arms, the little girl clinging to his neck like a bramble, her eyes wide and wild. The boy he's leading points to the lake, tugging at the hand. "Yes, I know. We can go see that in a moment. Lets see if we can find your friends hhmm?" "Pretty much," Taikrin drawls without ever looking up from her quest for the perfect meatroll. "Last turns weren't as great, and two turns ago--" She breaks off, then continues down another track entirely with nary a pause. "-- Reckon that makes you new posted? Or--" Finally looking up, she blinks at Elgin in slightly drunken consternation. "You ain't one of them island sorts, are you?" Elgin chuckles as he waits for Taikrin to make the druken connection, it takes longer when you've had a bottle, "Guilty as charged." He says with a smirk, "Don't worry though, I'm sickness free," Now. "And recently bathed." The half smile on his face shows he's waiting to see how this plays out, while he gives a belated wave to Celadion, who seems to busy with children to talk. G'brion has arrived. "I want to go on the ice. Can we go on the ice?" The little girl asks as she points that direction. The boy adds his, "Can we can we?" And Celadion has to grin at the pair of them, "We might be able to." Amusement in his tone in response to the excitement of the children, but as he draws closer to Elgin, the boy edges closer to his hip. "Hello Elgin." The girl waves cheerfully, "Elgiiiin! Elgin!" A well known little chatterbox of a child while the boy just smiles shyly. "DO you know Amali and Yholon?" Celadion asked the last part. "Well, good." Taikrin isn't quite giving Elgin the stink eye, but she's not exactly approving, either. "Takin' baths's important." She looks like she might add more, but the sudden appearance of children is a little, well, terrifying. She whirls around, then backs herself up against the table as far as she can manage. "Uh." Courage is found in her bottle of whiskey, before she grounds out to both young men, "These belong to, uh, you? Or you?" Among the bustle about the vast buffets of food, Sibella can be found fussing over several of the weyrbrats that have ben set the task of serving. She clucks over the nannies and shoos them away to enjoy themselves, hefting the youngest, a barely weaned babe, onto her hip. Sighting the dark young man and his young charges, she leads her flock toward him and Elgin. Assuming, as is her way, that the young man would rather be unburdened, she waves a hand over her flock. "Say there, young man," Ignoring that he is certainly as old if not older than she, "Let me take the little ones off of your hands. Surely they'd like some others to play with." She gives her best dimpled grin. Despite what might be said about Elgin's personality he seems happy to speak to the small child, he squats down to say hello to the girl as Sibella walks up, "Hello Amali, how are you?" He nods up at Celadion, "'Course. I have a younger sister." Taikrin response to both his answer and the small children is given another chuckle, he stands at full height again. "Oh, I quite agree about the bathing thing, I find girls like to be closer when I smell better." A wink and an unashamed, drunken grin to a passing girl. A hand is waved casually at Sibella, "This is a party, working seems against the whole idea." Celadion notices the fear in Taikrin, oh yes he does. He whispers to the girl and she giggles and peers at Taikrin all wild-eyed and clings tightly to his neck with a squeal of delight. "She will?!" Yholon cranes his head back and blinks up, "What? Huh? She will what?" Being left out makes him pout and cling to a hip a little more. Amali giggles, "You smell FUNNY Elgin!" Meaning the smell of drink on his breath most likely. Answering the dragonrider first, the exile nods his head, "They are mine now thanks to you." As for taking the children off his hands? He looks at Sibella like some dangerous snake without answering right away. The little girl waves to the other children but neither of the children look likely to untangle from their foster father. "Uhhh..." Taikrin clearly doesn't know what to say to Celadion at /that/ declaration; she squints at the little girl in his arms, then at the young man himself. "Don't know as how I've ever seen you before, an' /I/ sure don't recall knockin' you up, but, uh--- cheers?" She raises her whiskey bottle in salute, then knocks back a couple swigs for good measure. And-- oh Faranth, more of them. Her eyes go that much wider at Sibella and /her/ horde's arrival, and she starts to inch sideways along the table in a way that practically screams out, 'sneaking away'. Elgin's grin widens at Celadion, not because he's really happy at what was said but because he's trying to make a point. He might have even given a hidden wink. "I smell funny? I guess you won't be my girlfriend then will you?" He says playfully to the girl, "Hey! I think they have pies over there for anyone who is not taller than the table...Unfortunately, I'm too big to take you, but maybe you and Yholon can go get one for me." He turns back to the rider, looking for a complete change of subject, "What is that you are drinking, and are you willing to share or point me in the right direction to commandeer some myself? Celadion, what can I get you my friend?" Several of the weyrbrats break away from Sibella's flock, heading toward the lake to check it out. Seconds later there can be screams and giggles heard from the lake shore itself. Sibella watches them go carefully before turning back to the group at hand. To blue-eyed Elgin, she cocks her head as if to consider the term 'work.' "It's hardly work when they're so entertaining. I'd rather be chasing babies than making a fool of myself in the wine." She raises her brow meaningfully at both Elgin and Taikrin and her whiskey bottle, not quite scolding - but witholding her opinion. But as Taikrin goes to sneak away, another part of Sibella's herd breaks off, this time to chase Taikrin down, pulling at her and begging her to come play- "You seem like fun!" Sibella seems to all but ignore the horrific look Celadion is giving her, but doesn't press the subject for the children. A green dragon falls right out of the sky! Okay, it's really a more controlled landing than it might appear to the untutored observer, but Pterath decides to show off by announcing her arrival with an earsplitting shriek of greeting, a few seconds before she thumps to earth. She did, at least, choose a spot a couple of lengths away from where people are standing. G'brion swings his leg over and vaults to the ground, then strides over to where the people are, a wide smile on his face. The exile offers smile that doesn't reach his eyes as Taikrin pretends not to understand his remark. Her 'run for it' movements doesn't endear her to Celadion either, taking it very personally that his charges are not fit company for the dragonrider. In his arms, Amali squirms and laughs at Elgin and hides her face in Cela's long hair for a moment before peeking out again as the boy crows, "PIE!" Better than the ice-fun they can have. "Cela! We'll go get the pie! Ok?" Yholon lifts a hand towards the girl, to take her along until the dragon's shriek makes both children scream out in fear. "MonsterMonster!!" Much screaming and tears follow. What a party. Taikrin would answer Elgin, except that she seems to have acquired some sort of human ball-and-chain. She stares at the little girl clinging to her arm, and the boy who stands beside her, and goes stock-still. Perhaps their vision is based on motion? When that doesn't seem to work, she shoots a helpless look towards Sibella and Celadion. "These, uh. These're yours, ain't they? Maybe you want to, uh, be fetchin' 'em, like?" She takes another long pull from her whiskey bottle, which aligns her gaze in such a way as she spots-- "GABE! Gabe! Buddy, pal, fellow weyrling, how're you an' Pterath? She feelin' real hungry today? I know how she likes to eat small, wriggly things--" G'brion raises his hand to wave but his initial greeting dies on his lips when he hears children screaming about monsters. He blinks, bemused, and pauses, trying to decide how to handle this situation. "..hi, Taikrin," he finally manages with a sheepish smiles. "She, uh... just ate yesterday, actually." He glances worriedly at the children, and then does a double-take and looks closer at Celadion, trying to work out whether that's really Knife Guy, or just some other guy who looks kind of familiar for some other reason. He waves tentatively, just in case. Elgin shoots a nasty glare at Taikrin, "Really? You don't think they are scared enough?" He says about the exile children. His own response to the situation is to squat back down and call all the children, frightened and otherwise over. Like the pied piper, or the pie piper, "It's okay guys, come here! Yholon you are /scarying/ that poor monster and that lady. Look at you guys, you are terrifying and all that screetching is going to make it /cry/." Will they buy it? He ignores the the adults for now, but makes it a point to say in Celadions general directions, "Don't worry, they don't eat kids, they are /scared/ of kids, and they are even more scared of kids laughter." The few children = all of them weyrbrats, the exiles being too shy to approach such a clearly intoxicated stranger = who had been harrassing Taikrin quickly back up, some whimpering and others hiding behind Sibella's skirts from the dragon. Sibella gives Taikrin a scorching glance at her less-than-polite stream of talk, but her attention is quickly distracted by the keening of the babe on her hip. Much to Sibella's surprise, however, /all/ of her flock - even the elusive exiles, young Innavi and her brother Orian - respond to Elgrin positively, shifting from Sibella to him like a wave from the lake. The younger ones are wide=eyed at his claims and some of the older, knowing that he must be joking, giggle and start to mock-rawr at Taikrin and the dragon. Meanwhile, Sibella turns to Celadion, "Oh, now won't you turn the little ones loose to enjoy the company of the others?" To the children, "I happen to know that there are some special child-sized bubbly pies right over there on that table," she motions in the direction mentioned, "I made them myself," she says with excessive pride. "Tornel. Brandlee. Get away from her." Celadion calls worriedly, from his spot crouched down dealing with two sets of waterworks. Yeah, there's not any humor in the threat of dragons eatting the children. Infact, he clearly believes that they will start snacking on the babies at any moment. He has one hand behind Yholon's head as the boy cries pittifully into his shoulder. It's only when Elgin speaks of the dragons being scared of laughter than a whimpering Amali blinks teary-eyed at the other exile, "R-really?" Cela even smirks over at Elgin and his grand idea of children being scary to dragons, if only to get the sobbing to stop. "And I also think they can't possibly like PIE." He's not looking at the dragon, or the dragon rider who has caused this emotional flairup. Instead his dark eyes lift towards Sebella, "I might. I think they can use some refreshments." A check on the tear levels and he sets Anali down carefully. "Flaming ruddy shells no I don't!" Taikrin shoots back to Elgin. She shakes off any remaining children and darts around to the other side of the table in one athletic motion. "Ain't you people know how to manage your pack of kids?" the brownrider demands, a little belligerant now that there's the safety of a table between herself and the terrifying mob. To G'brion, she offers out her half-full bottle of whiskey with a muttered comment about saviors and thanking Faranth and bloody kids. Louder, she adds, "And they're all flaming mood-killers, too. Had my eye on this greenrider, but--" There is, indeed, a notable thinning in the amount of young, eligible adults in the immediate vicinity. Elgin looks as surprised as Sibella at the childrens reaction, especially Celadion's couple but he shrugs as the situation seems to have calmed down. He stands and nods in agreement with Celadion, "/Hate/ pies, especially good ones, and I have it on good authority that her's are some of the best." A knowing nod toward Sibella, but back to grown up talk. Taikrin is sized up, "Look if you don't like kids the best way to get rid of them is not to scare them, they'll just cling. Especially if they are afraid of being eaten. Best to distract them." Like a canine, but that part is kept to himself. "Now about that bottle." He says to Taikrin as the amount of children also thins out, "I believe you owe me, at least the name of what it is." He glances back at Cela, "What's your posion?" Determined to keep the mood light, "We could also use a little relaxation, yes?" "At least try not to scare the kids on purpose, huh?" G'brion pleads with Taikrin, running a hand nervously through his hair and eyeing Celadion again. "She doesn't eat people," he says simply to the man, and then turns to Taikrin to tell her something in a low-voiced whisper. G'brion whispers "I'm pretty sure he was one of the ones that was holed up in the stable. I think. They're kind of - not quite right in the head, you know? They really think we're going to hurt them, or something." With a flick of her wrist and a few whispered words to a few of the remaining children dawdling about that are soon running off, a small child-size table seems to spawn beside Sibella. The children in question appear from underneath, then begin to run back and forth from and to the main table, bringing delights of every shape, size, and smell. "With all of the happenings and roughabouts over there, I feel it may be appropriate to set up a place over here for the children." The little ones come with palms upturned, which Sibella fills with sweets. As they scatter in each direction, the woman chuckles to herself, then smiles at Celadion. "There. Now they won't have to go too far." Innavi breaks off from her brother and Elgin to tug at Celadion's vest. "Cela, she's okay. She always has food." With a bright smile, she runs to appropriate her brother and drag him toward the newly-spawned table. Seeing that Innavi knows the man - well then, of course she must, both of them being exiles, doh! - Sibella feels it appropriate to hold out her hand to him. "I'm Sibella, by the by. I just work in the kitchen, is all." Celadion stands once the childen have filed away to mob the pie table. He smooths his hands back through his hair, watching them but they are resilent and seem to gather confidence in numbers. "I don't know," He answers Elgin about poison, "I think I'll stick with water. I don't need to be poisoned." Saying this he now turns to look at G'brion, watching him hawkishly and with a depth of distrust that knows no limit. Arguing his opinion about the dragons won't win him any friends so he just nods his head. Sure sure. He does recognize the dragonrider who caught them, but he's not going to point it out. "Hhmm?" Looking down at the child pulling at his vest he bends forward, "Don't get near them." He warns, regarding the dragons, "Now, go have fun." As he straightens he finds himself introduced to Sibella, his return smile small and guarded. "Celadion. Exile." Whatever it is that G'brion whispers to Taikrin just seems to confuse her, though she's looking uncertainly at Celadion now. "Fine, whatever," the brownrider concedes. "Just keep 'em away from me. Don't want nothin' to do with nobody else's cro-- uh. Kids. Whatever." The booze, at least, she's happy to talk about; her face visibly lights up. "Crom's finest whiskey! Talked it out of 'em on account of I'd just be drinkin' it anyways, an' this way I don't have to be goin' back all the time. You, ah-- you had whiskey, yet?" Her gaze flicks from Elgin to Celadion then back again, pointedly skimming right over everyone who doesn't exist at eye-height. "Ain't /actually/ poison, like, but it's got a fine sweet burn goin' down." G'brion shrugs at Taikrin. "Nobody said you have to do anything with them, right?" Pterath has been watching the entire scene from where she landed. Now, tail swinging behind her, she waddles closer, her head outstretched to get a better look at the exiles and the children. Her mouth is slightly open, showing her teeth. Sibella tsks at Taikrin and barely manages to keep the edge out of her voice as she turns to Celadion, "Don't mind her. It's poison all the same, even if it doesn't kill you dead instantly." She shakes her head and turns to look upon the children, "These innocents have enough bad in their lives without that awful drink ruining their nurses and mentors." This said as she gazes particularly at the exile children. Elgin can whisper too, and whisper he does as Celadion stands up. He doesn't take long but it is followed with a wink and a friendly clap on the back. A nod goes to Taikrin, "A fine whiskey? Really? Did you just ask a poor exile that, I am afraid that one thing we were deprived of was any good drink. I appreciate the introduction to a new friend." He grins at the riders, and introduces himself to Sibella, "Elgin, also exile." And then goes off to find two glasses of whiskey for himself and Celadion, ignoring the man's request for water. Celadion's eyebrows lift at Elgin's murmur to him and whatever he says makes his features tighten into firmer resolution. A shame he's not nearly as casual as Elgin even if he does smile at last, nodding his head. Left alone with Sibella he finds himself adrift in a moment of awkwardness, watching the kitchen worker silently as she speaks, adding a small nod of his head, "So, you are not having any yourself? But you're weyr-folk." As for the stalking dragon? His body tenses, wary that he'll need to bolt over to the children to save them from harm. A burst of laughter surprises even Sibella, but she can't help herself. "Yes, lad, I am weyrfolk, but that doesn't mean we're all alike. Or that we like each other, for that matter." She giggles, "That's like me sayin' that you're an uneducated, diseased ruffian that'll attack me any second because you're an exile. You see what I mean?" She pats his head like one of her children and shifts the now-sleeping baby from her hip to cradle against her shoulder. Szadath is notably not amongst any of the dragons hanging around the peripherary of the clearing. Actually, there aren't too many of /any/ of the larger males in evidence, which might be a thing to note if anyone is paying attention. "Oi, you saaw 'em swarmin' me! Ain't no thing I want a part of," she asides to her greenriding clutchbrother. "'Least 'till they're old enough to drink with." Beat. "That man, he's gonna do okay." She salutes the retreating Elgin with her bottle, then turns her crooked grin and flushed cheeks towards Celadion and Sibella. To G'brion, she remarks, "Wish all of 'em had the right mindset. Coupl'a the girls look like they're showin' promise. Cute ones, even. You had a chance to go through the lot?" Elgin returns as Sibella explains herself, he chuckles in agreement, but shoots a knowing look to Celadion as he hands him the whiskey, moving to clank his against it almost as soon as he has handed it off. "And m'dear, you shouldn't say 'I /just/ work in the kitchen', as far as I am concerned you are the more important person in this place." Casual? Yes, sir. But he gives an approving smile to Celadion's attempt, and then responds to the kitchen woman, "Oh, no, we're not so bad, all different personalities, just a little more stressed since we aren't really sure why we're here, and I'm sure it isn't easy feeding the extra mouths." G'brion shakes his head. "Not really, I..." he starts to say, only to fall silent again when he overhears part of the conversation between Sibella and the exiles. "Did she just call him an uneducated, diseased ruffian?" he asks Taikrin in disbelief. Pterath stops her forward movement and lowers her head, content to examine Celadion and his charges from this vantage point, about ten meters away. Celadion lifts a hand to prevent Sibella's hand from touching him, taking a step back from her to preserve his personal space and avoid her coddling. "But I am uneducated and I was deseassed and what makes you think that I won't attack you if you pat my head like I'm some sort of pet? I am not your boy and these children are not for -you- to take charge of. They are -Our- children. Island children. You should not meddle where you are not wanted." So much for being smooth and playing nice but the head-pat? A touch too far. The drink Elgin hands him is taken but he doesn't do anything with it, other than to pose with it. Look at him, playing like the big kids. Sibella gives Elgin her best grin, dimples showing and eyes all but disappearing behind plush cheeks. "Aye, man. I do just work in the kitchen, and it hasn't been harder to feed you, so don't worry your dear, worrying heart about it. I like a new challenge, although some may grumble that you exiles are 'picky.' I'd say you're just... unexperienced." Her following giggle is cut off abruptly at Celadion's reaction to her and her words. Her lips pout and her eyes get big, much like the children she so loves. "But... lad, I..." As a suspicious shine starts to dance in her eyes, she pats the baby on the back automatically, rhythmically, to comfort herself more than the sleeping babe." "I reckon she did," Taikrin shoots back to G'brion, though with more amusement than disbelief. "Huh. You're right, that'n is pretty prickly. Reckon they're gonna fight?" She offers her whiskey bottle to the greenrider without taking her gaze off the exiles and Sibella, figuratively glued to the screen. "Try the booze! It'll make y'all feeeel better, promise!" she calls towards the action in something that sounds a little like a catcall. The brownrider herself certainly seems to be feeling... better. A greenrider and a brownrider - both male, both fine young specimens of the species - are now making out by the bonfire. There are a few whistles, but people seem a bit less disturbed than they probably should be, considering. G'brion mutters, "They better not." Rather than stand there and watch the situation escalate, he decides to jump in. With a kind of shrug directed at Taikrin, he ambles over to where Sibella and Celadion are. "Hey," he says in a tone that's meant to be casual, friendly, disarming. "It's a party. Let's take it easy with the 'diseased ruffian' talk, huh?" The look he sends Sibella's way is rather pointed, but he gives Celadion an easy smile, and holds out his hand. "I'm G'brion," he says. "Been meaning to uh... talk to you." Elgin sighs softly, and perhaps inaudiably, trying to explain to Sibella, while not undercutting Celadron's feelings, "You'll have to forgive /us/ if we are a bit on edge. And it is true, we've come a bit on the uneducated side, at least as to what you might call education. Educated in surival though, you'll never find better." He smiles at the woman, "Part of which means we tend to be a bit skiddish like your..." He pauses thinking back through what he's learned, "Runners?" He offers. "Though we can fight when we need to, right Celadron?" A nod to the man's courage, he turns to the voice that yelled to take a drink, spotting the female rider he lifts his glass and takes a sip. He indicates through non-verbal communication that it more than meets expectations. Diplomacy will wear a man out. Another fine young specimen of the human race, this one a female, makes her way to the bonfire. The male couple breaks apart and the startled greenrider finds his face promptly and thoroughly smacked. Unabashed, the brownrider shoos the girl away - who does, indeed, 'shoo', in tears - and pulls the greenrider back in for a soothing kiss. Celadion shows no sympathy that his heavy-handed words may have inflicted a wound to the kitchen worker. He watches the kitchen worker a moment longer until Elgin compares them to beasts and he turns slowly to stare at his fellow exile. "Really?" For now he lets it drop though, getting introduced to G'brion who shows up before he can lay into Elgin. 'Another time', says the dark look tossed over at the other exile before accepting G'brion's hand. His grip strong and rough from a hard life on the island. "Celadion." From the corner of his attention, he's noticing the play of humanity by the bonfire, but it's so beyond anything he would expect, he's just going to pretend that's not happening. Reluctantly, Taikrin trails after G'brion-- though she's far more interested in the activity going on by the bonfire. The impromptu dancing starting up on the far side of the flames is definitely, ah, energetic. She drags her gaze away with difficulty, and offers her crooked smile specifically to Sibella -- despite the babe in arms. "Yeah, I reckon there ain't no call for fightin' after all. S'a party, after all. Supposed t'be havin' a good time, yeah?" The brownrider seems rather unaware of the flirtatious purr that's entered her husky voice. "Celadion," she repeats, but then turns back to Sibella. "I'm Taikrin, like. Didn't catch your name?" The child incident, it's pretty much completely forgotten. Yay, alcohol! Sibella halts her incessant patting of the baby to rub her arm awkwardly, banishing the shining tears from her eyes with a blink. "Oh... I'm so sorry if I offended either of you. But you must know that the poor babies could do better than having the care of only a couple of young men." She looks at Celadion, but doesn't dare speak directly to him. Not having registered that any of G'brion's words were directed toward her, she turns to him and innocently - honestly, she doesn't mean to - interrupts his advances to friendship toward Celadion, "Oh, G'brion! I don't believe we've met yet. I'm Sibella. I make your meals." She giggles, quickly back to her daffy self. There's a rush of wings overhead as a pair of bronzes swoop, too-low, over the festivities on their way towards the weyrleaders' area. A scuffle breaks out amidst the dancers, but it's broken up pretty fast-- only to devolve into heavy flirting. And maybe a little more kissing. Sibella turns to Taikrin, her inflection unchanged, much as though she'd completely forgotten any previous incident - no matter how recent - with the woman. "Sibella, to you, as well! Nice to meetya, Taikrin-like." G'brion has, it must be said, a grip that's rather on the weak side. But his smile is friendly, and it broadens with relief when his first overture to Celadion isn't immediately rebuffed. "Good to meet you," he says. "I feel like we kind of got off on the wrong foot the other day. I'm... sorry I startled you all like that. Didn't mean to come off like I was going to hurt anyone, or anything." As for Sibella, he's really not sure what to make of her pronouncement, so he just looks at her blankly, and says, "Hi." Elgin chuckles softly at Celadion's reaction, missing the idea of metaphors? Perhaps he has been reading too much from the Harpers, still he shrugs off the "Another time" and nods politely to G'brion, now that situation seems to have resolved itself, at least to the point of pappable tensions, which is better than down right violence he find it okay to remove himself from the group, "It was a pleasure meeting all of you. Celadion," A nod goes to the man in particular, and with that he makes his way out of the small group. Elgin heads to the bowl. Elgin has left. One of the older lower caverns women, detecting the subtle change in tenor of the gathering, must have seen fit to start gathering in the children because there are an awful lot less of them floating around all of a sudden. A weyrbrat youngster darts towards those still remaining by Sibella to lure the others off with promises of sweets and games in the lower caverns. Riorde has arrived. Celadion's jaw works, like he's chewing off the inside of his cheek as he stares back at Sibella, "Those 'poor babies' are not your responsability. They would do better than have a single woman who is a stranger to them, mucking about in their lives. Do you know anything of our customs? How do you imagine you will answer their questions about their parents and their kinfolk? Why would you think to take that away from them?" Baffled that Sibella would dare feel she has more ability than his people do. Slowly, very slowly, his attention returns to G'brion, his head nodding in mute acceptance. "I understand you wouldn't harm us--you need the extra muscle for toilet scrubbing. I hear that's all we're good for. You people think we cannot hear as well as we do apparently. |
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