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>---< Homestead Built For Two Weyr, High Reaches Weyr >----------------------<
  The passageway leads between the two couches, the walls narrowing in until
  it's nothing but a corridor with darkness at the far end. A doorway leads 
  off in each direction, the two rooms almost identical as far as size and  
  shape are concerned: roughly oval, with aged tapestries covering raw stone
  almost the entire way around the room. They're easily large enough to     
  house living quarters and bedroom each: to have both to one person would  
  be pure luxury. Both rooms have doors with locks, as though occupants of  
  this double weyr live together, but desire absolute privacy nonetheless.  
 -----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
  Edyis        F   19 5'4"  athletic, brown hair, brown eyes              0s 
  R'hin        M   52  6'1  lean, sandy hair, pale blue eyes              5s                         
>-----------------------------------------< 12D 2M 37T I10, winter night >---<

The door stands wide open, and clearly the person rummaging inside the dimly lit Weyr wasn't expecting anyone to come home. A disgruntled fuck might sound at odds with the airy soprano that exclaims it, along with the preceding thump of flesh against furniture. Everything seems just as it was left except for a box held firmly in the arms of one dark-eyed scribe, the necks of three rum bottles sticking out over top the other random contents. Sucking in a breath through her teeth, Edyis starts to make her way out to the ledge limping slightly from her run in with the table.

And there R'hin is, leaning casually against Leiventh, watching with his usual amused expression, making no attempt to help her. The dragon's eyes are closed, showing about as much interest as normal -- that is to say none at all. "Three!" is all he says, in surprise.

A second and possibly more exasperated fuck is probably written all over her face, but at least she has the dignity not to utter it. She scans for her getaway flyer who is, unsurprisingly, nowhere in sight. "I'm smart, not petty." Giving in to the inevitable, "Not as smart as I should be though, since I should have expected someone would tell you your weyr was being ransacked."

"No one had to tell me. I always know." Which is possibly true, or maybe R'hin's just trying his best to appear omniscient as ever. He holds up a finger, "One for you," and another, "One for...?" with a quizzical tip of his head, "Farideh, maybe? And the third," another finger, "For that special boy?"

"Only two out of three. You are slipping R'hin." Which two he had right, she doesn't indicate, shifting the weight of the box causing the bottles to clink.

"Mm. Well," R'hin strides forward a pace, and leans in with the intention of plucking one of those bottles out of her hands -- or maybe just to help her? "He'll never know what he's missing. The least you can do is share a bottle, since you went to all the trouble to procure it."

Her grip on her box tightens, "I left you the majority of the crate of twenty." She states both brows lifting. "What makes you think he isn't waiting for me at this moment?" She replies, with a puff of breath to blow a stray strand of hair from her face.

"Because you'd be pushing me off the ledge to get to him," R'hin counters, laughingly. Examining the bottle for a moment, he cracks the top, takes a deep breath, and then a gulp. "Come on. We'll get you a replacement for him." The one that doesn't exist, as much as his tone can imply such a thing, breezing past her on the cold ledge, into the slightly less cold weyr.

Her brows twitch, but since there really isn't much of an alternative, she mutters something about uncivilized bronzeriders and ledges under her breath. She does follow him back, reluctantly, eying the ledge wistfully. "I'm sure he will be happy to share mine."

"Mmhmm. Two bottles are better than one," comes the bronzerider's voice distantly from in the weyr. R'hin doesn't reappear immediately, however, grabbing two glasses and set them on the cabinet, pouring a few fingers into each. "Two glasses, too," he amends, glancing up as he catches sight of Edyis, lifting both glasses and offering one to her.

Edyis settles the box on the couch, accepting the glass somewhat mollified. "I thought you were going to be gone for the evening. Manage to break away early?" Sipping the liquid tentatively.

"Something more important came up," R'hin says, lifting his glass towards her in a silent toast, taking a slow, appreciative sip. "Mm. Definitely have to give me your supplier -- especially if you're going to borrow what you've given." There's a hint of his familiar amusement at that, though.

Edyis snorts at that. "You know the price for his name. I've only just discovered a place to store my small part of what I procured." She states simply eyeing him over the rim of her glass, she smirks. "Or do you feel entitled to all my secrets?"

R'hin gestures, magnanimously towards her box, and says, "You can keep it here. I promise I won't peek." Then, a pause, as if he has to consider her latter question seriously. "No. But all the fun ones, certainly. And you know how I feel about," he lifts the glass again.

Edyis tilts her head at that, snorting once more. "Would you willingly give someone that much leverage over you?" isn't rhetorical from the way those dark eyes fix on him she expects a serious answer. "My price stands."

"Depends on the person," R'hin says, although the way he's chuckling it suggests he might well be bending the truth at least a little, except: "Sometimes, it's freeing to simply tell the truth." He drains his glass, and reaches for the bottle to refill his glass, offering it towards her. "And I haven't backed out from the promise. Tell me when you want to go, and I'll take you. They're wintering at Nabol."

"I find that comical coming from you." Edyis states accepting the bottle. "I appreciate the offer but I think I'm not a good enough judge of character to choose the right people to trust with that sort of thing anymore. Besides I doubt there's anything in that box that you don't already know." Accepting the bottle with a huff, but refilling her own glass. "You are the one with a busy schedule, Give me a day and I will be sure to be on time."

Blandly, R'hin says, "I don't know what's in the letter from your stepmother. But I imagine she wrote it with the intention of you reading it."

Edyis says, "I imagine she probably did, and I imagine I probably will, if someone doesn't tip it over the bowl to scatter to the four winds first. Or inform an entire kitchens staff of its location." Edyis equally bland in her retort."

R'hin's chuckling, now, regarding her. "You really think I'd do that?" After a beat, he adds: "You're the only one that breaks into my weyr. These days."

"It was the fact that you threatened it at all." She states simply, content to drown her irritation in her drink. "Not that you didn't make a spectacular point. And yes I break in, but typically it's either to drop something off or snag something to drink on nights I have trouble sleeping." Granted the state of the liquor cabinet probably suggests the latter happens rather frequently.

R'hin doesn't deny it, but neither does he linger on it. He's staring at her with those knowing, pale eyes of his, instead. "And what could a young, pretty girl like you have to keep her from getting her beauty sleep? Esvay's in better hands, by all accounts. You enjoy your work."

Edyis huffs at that, amused. "You mean it isn't normal to wake up half a dozen times with nightmares you can't remember?" She shrugs, "The snoring in the resident dorm alone is enough to drive a woman to murder."

"No," and there's a seriousness that isn't often present in the bronzerider. "For most people, it isn't normal." With a gesture to the bottle, R'hin says, "The regrets that drive people to this," with a grimace, "Normally take some time to acquire." Draining the rest of his glass, he says, "Perhaps it's not such a good idea for you to meet the Beowins," and, as he walks back towards the cabinet, "You should take that box with you, too."

Edyis considers him. "I haven't been normal since Esvay burned." She admits, downing her glass and setting it aside. The box gets tucked back into its usual space, and when that is done she watches him for a moment as though trying to make a decision.

He's silent, at first, other than the splashing of more liquid as he refills his glass. "Leiventh will take you down," R'hin finally says.

The steps over are quick and decisive, and the kiss aimed at his cheekbone brief, if it lands at all. "My monsters are my own. I would not trade my life as it is now just to be free of them. I will see you in a couple sevens, I expect you to hold up your end of the bargain." That said, she makes her way back out to the ledge.

The bronzerider doesn't say anything, but he does look surprised at the kiss that lands on his cheek, thoughtful, and he does watch her as she retreats. Maybe she hears the sound of more liquid splashing into glass as the former scribe retreats. Out on the ledge, Leiventh's gaze gleams in welcome, and silent, he waits for Edyis to climb up before he deposits her safely in the bowl below, waiting only moments for her to step away before he sweeps skyward again.