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Zhia makes a face at the tagging, offering a small laugh and a shake of her head. "I guess tagging dragons doesn't count huh?" she mumbles just loud enough he might be able to hear. " She reaches out to finger the spot on the tunic "Missed your mouth did you?" she querries, "Looks like it could be wine or some sort of berry juice." A look of determination crosses her features before she begins to speak again, "I can get it out, I'm pretty sure just hand it over and I'll take care of it and make sure that it gets back to you as quick as possible."

"You could try, but I don't know that it would do you any good," N'rov tells her, mumble or no mumble, and is /just/ starting to toss the offending garment the rest of the way onto her hand when he gives her an even more affronted look. "I was /bumped/." That's what they all say.

Zhia gives a laugh, bright and echoing, "Ok..You were bumped." She snatches the tunic, laying it over one arm before shoving her hands back into her pockets. "You gotta becareful when drinking whatever it was that you were when other people are around.../especially/ if the others have been imbibing wine and aren't steady on their feet."

Clear blue skies make it easy enough to spot dragons arriving and departing if one is looking for it; popping in and out of the skies - up above, another little sun appears, but it has wings, and it's descending, making lazy circles down towards the bowl. Iesaryth lands near the lake rather than any of the more practical locations; so it is that she can spot N'rov and give a pleasant rumble, despite his affronted look. Her rider is still busy with the whole straps-and-packages thing.

Who knows, maybe he's more identifiable with that particular expression. N'rov isn't so bothered that he tries to steal his tunic /back/ or anything, but he is eyeing Zhia. "I didn't just walk off the boat, you know. The thing about drinking wine is: one generally does drink it with other people. And then some of them aren't so steady. It's part of the attraction, really, and I can't just tell them, 'Sorry, better go home, Zhia the laundry maven says no tipsy people allowed'... or maybe I /should/." He flashes her a grin, but it's a distracted one: even if Vhaeryth's still being unhelpful, at least that rumble's familiar enough by now that he can half-turn and wave. Over here.

Zhia says, "I..just..oh..." poor girl just stammers and stutters, not sure just what to say until the landing of the gold redirects her thoughts. "Greetings." is belted out with a wave. "Note to self, becareful around wine drinking riders...especially the males." she ends that thought with a nod. Poor Zhia, the rider has gotten her all turned about and she's just sure what to say to him so she'll turn her attention towards the female rider."

Brieli's on the ground and making her way over to N'rov and Zhia with easy, long-legged strides in no time, a package under one arm, undoing her jacket. The bronzerider is favored with a wide, brilliant smile before she's even in earshot, and it takes Zhia's greeting to even tear dark eyes away from him - but she does, lifting her free hand. "High Reaches' duties to Fort," she says, none too loudly by contrast. "Or don't hang about with people who drink red wine?" Back to N'rov, looking up, "Hello."

"Who'd want to do that?" N'rov scoffs for Brieli's suggestion, aiming to wrap an arm about her waist. Any poking at the package is just a side benefit. "Fort's duties, stranger. Have we met?" He does glance back at Zhia a moment or two later. "Now, now. Be careful about the women at least as much. They're dangerous, I tell you."

Zhia turns her head to peer at each rider, chuckling at the goldriders suggestion towards N'rov and his towards what both the other rider and Zhia said. "Forts Greetings." is offered as soon as the girls laughter dies out. "I've seen some dangerous female riders...especially when there's a proddy green or gold about."

"Mmm. People who are wearing white," Brieli guesses, not only fine with that arm about her waist, but returning the favor as well - though she grimaces at N'rov as he pokes at the package she's carrying, pulling it away from him. "Not for you. Stop. And I seem to recall being introduced once or twice." She flashes a quick grin Zhia's way, asking, "Who needs proddy to be dangerous? That's just an excuse."

N'rov's got a round-eyed 'you've done it now' look at Zhia, one that eases into a laugh Brieli's way. "Nice one. But who's it for, if it isn't for me? Is it edible?" He even stops with the poking, for now, though he /is/ leaning in some. When he looks back at the laundress, it's to add, "/I/ was going to agree that it's the female brownriders to watch out for. Even if Magdesse... did you meet my clutchmate at that one Gather, Brieli? ...isn't here to hit me."

Zhia stiffles more laughter as she watches the pair, perking up with what Brieli says about not needing proddiness, "True there are a few female riders about here that I'd not want to piss off even on a good day." Female brownriders brings Zhia's head about as she ponders that thought deeply, "True, though there are some blueriders that are just as bad at times." she points out with a wave of the arm that holds the tunic, "You should see some of the things I mend for them."

Looking down at the package to eye what's on it, Brieli tells N'rov, "The... Herders here. It's a wonder Azaylia didn't steal it away. And my /guess/ is no. If it were, would try to eat it and leave me derelict in my duty?" She looks up at him, arching fine brows before leaning in a little herself. "And I did meet her. She seemed like trouble. Do they make laundresses mend here too?" The tall, dark girl glances over to Zhia with interest. "What do the seamstresses do? Not much, I expect. Perhaps I should have moved here."

"/Do/ tell," N'rov invites the laundress. "What kinds of things? It sounds like my tunic's quite boring by comparison. But that's all right. I like boring." The last is accompanied by a sidelong, distinctly teasing glance at the other rider. "There... hm, there was a herder about the other night. Apprentice. I forget her name. Sealing? Seelie? See-something, anyway."

Zhia shakes out the tunic with a practiced flick of her wrists, "They do plenty, the seamstresses that is. Me I'm just good at the jobs some people don't like to deal with...Like stains." meaning to show the one on the tunic to Brieli. "THough I'm also very good at neatly sewing sleeves together as well as pant legs too." The friendly bantering lifts a smile to the laundresses face, "Boring is ok but accidently dying someones hands blue or green is more fun."

Dry, though amused, "Because those sound like names. Sealing?" Brieli gives N'rov something closer to the side-eye. /Really?/ She's pleased to look at the stain that Zhia shows her on the other rider's tunic, giving him a flicker of a glance after, like, well done. "The jobs some people don't like to deal with," she echoes. "Interesting. And yes, I know a few girls who are good at that. The sleeves, not the dyeing. It was never my thing. I suppose it's bad form to ask what kind of stains you get. Or a little gross."

"It's better than 'Stealing.' Anyway, /I'm/ not her father, her name's not /my/ fault," N'rov protests, aiming to give Brieli a little tug just because he can. As for the stains, he'll stay mum there too for the time being, if only because he's got a request for the laundress: "Please don't sew my sleeves together. Or pant legs either, for that matter, not that it's a worry with this particular item. For which we may all be thankful."

Zhia just giggles, there's a deviousness about her smile that says lots, "I won't. Promise on shells of eggs to come." it is a solome oath. Turning towards the goldrider, watching the tug upon her from the other, "I see anything from mud and much to blood and gore really. Food stains are a constant too."

Darkly, "You would name a child something like that. Because it was funny." That little tug has Brieli sidle in a bit closer to N'rov; if she didn't have that package to carry, she'd likely be wrapping her other arm around him - so maybe it's good for Zhia and everyone else in the bowl that she does? On the topic of eggs, "Right, that's sooner than later. I'd like... Well. It will be interesting to /watch/ a hatching rather than be part of it." The stains are pretty much as expected - she shrugs, "At least it's something to be good at, yes?"

"If it weren't mine, I certainly would," N'rov agrees with another sidelong smile. "Take that as a warning if you like." To Zhia, "But do you even care about shells of eggs to come? I mean, if you don't, it wouldn't mean much. You're from around here, right? Have you Stood before? I've got to say, I'm sort of curious about the gore part and just how common that is."

Zhia says, "Of course I care, silly rider." she flips the tunic his direction, not trying to hit him or anything but really just to do it. "I grew up here, bred, born, and raised. My Mum is laundress, my dad does pretty much whatever needs to be done." There's a quick bobbing of her head, as if understanding to some extent, "I like watching them, though things get loud in the galleries with everyone cheering for this candidate or that..." her words trail off as her nose wrinkles when N'rov brings up the gruesomeness of gore "There's always butchering going on, if not for the 'lings then for the rest of us to eat or whatever." she points out. "It gets ground in so there are times when it's almost easier just to die the stuff a servicable brown then try to get the stains to come out."

"I was curious about the gore too, until I remembered Healers." Brieli sounds a touch disappointed by that, though there's a bit of color in her cheeks from that smile of N'rov's. "It's not as if you can tell if there was a stabbing." Unfortunately. Tilting her head to regard Zhia with some little curiosity, "You grew up here. So you've always seen them. But have you Stood before? Just wondering. And butchering, there you are. That too." Looking back up to the bronzerider, eyes bright, "You could do away with someone and the laundry would never know."

Flapped at, N'rov protests, "I should report you to the headwoman, attacking me like that," only he doesn't look about to move anywhere with his arm around Brieli like that, and moreover, he's listening with clear interest. At the end he says, "The thing about butchering, though, is that that's what aprons are for. Or full-body gear, even better. As long as you know you're going to get dirty anyway, might as well work with it, you know? And..." He eyes Brieli right back. "Push her off the dragon, it's easier."

Brieli has to admit, "That's true."

Zhia snorts in a rather unladylike way, "I didn't even come close to hitting you, ya big baby." but she can't help but grin, "Besides all I have to do is turn on the smiles and charm with the headwoman and I'll get off with a shake of her finger and a 'Now you behave'." Her chin goes up and the grins come out again, "The aprons don't always cover arms though, and the full body stuff gets hot after a while." she knows, she's heard. "I guess I just don't smell right or something, never had to worry about it...being searched that is." she shrugs, "Though I don't always get alot of time to be where getting searched might happen anyways, if I stay busy then I don't get into trouble, If I stay out of trouble then there's no worrying about having to go before the headwoman."

N'rov listens to all this, snort and accusation and all, but /then/ he pounces if only verbally: "I thought all you had to do was turn on the smiles and charm? Hm?" Really, he looks unduly proud of himself.

After grinning up at the other rider, resting her head on his shoulder for a moment or two, Brieli glances back to Zhia, amused. "That seems like an awfully..." But then N'rov is all up in the laundress' business with the contradiction, so she doesn't have to bother. Smoothly, perhaps in one of her better moods, "Headwomen are mercurial creatures. Punish one day, praise the next." That /sounds/ good. "And being in a Weyr seems like a place where getting searched might happen. Apparently it takes time for some people."

Zhia nods and nods again, making a face at N'rov and even sticking her tongue out at him. "Go before her to much and she'll never fall for my cuteness again." she points out with a mock sniffle. "I had to deal with her like enough growing up, I mean...yeah." she lets it drop there for now. "I've had friends that stood, a couple didn't impress here but one did. I didn't mind though, I've always had enough to keep me busy and didn't feel left out because I wasn't asked to go out there and take a chance."

N'rov gives Brieli another one of those admiring looks for her spin on headwomen, but then hesitates, listening to more than just her. "Would you want to, though?" he asks Zhia. "Even if it didn't have the 'dragon stamp of approval' or whatever it is. Would you want to take a chance, before you're too old, even if maybe the chance... isn't quite as good? I don't know how these things work. Maybe I should ask E'dre or something. It's not like Vhaeryth's gone and crushed on any random humans." He catches himself, laughs, "Figuratively."

Brieli offers N'rov a lovely smile in return - though that fades a touch as she starts to figure out the drift of the conversation. With a little laugh of her own, she asks him, "Literally, then?" But then, looking Zhia's way, she's a touch more serious; "A dragon didn't ask me to stand either time I did. Both times, weyrwomen did, for different reasons. And it didn't seem to make too much of a difference." After all, there's Iesaryth watching the breeze play over the lake.

Zhia seems to be absorbing all this, her expression thoughtful, "I hadn't thought about standing without the traditional being sought out by a dragon..." her voice goes soft as her eyes drop towards the tunic, "I'd have to behave alot though huh...no sewing things shut when people really deserve it." There's a lot at Brieli, then over towards N'rov, "I'd take the chance, even if I don't impress at least I can say that I did." Then there's a direct look at N'rov "I'm not that old you know, still have plenty of good years on me."

"You could argue," only N'rov's tone isn't argumentative so much as speculative, "that their dragons guided /them/. That they have some special weyrwoman-ly insight. If you believe in that sort of thing." He's been watching Zhia, but now he glances at Brieli. Out loud, "What do you think? Since she says she isn't quite decrepit."

Likewise thoughtful, "Only if you're prepared to say that I have the same. Which means you have to listen to me. If you believe in that sort of thing." It doesn't seem that Brieli and N'rov argue all /that/ much, though. As he turns his attention to her, she'll turn hers to Zhia, gaze narrowing almost critically. "Well, they're your Weyr's eggs, and I wouldn't be said to be influencing things unduly. However, Iesaryth and I would be fine with her."

Zhia has this dazed look on her face, her words now sinking in. She doesn't back out of anything, not her, but she's now realizing she's openly spokan her mind before a pair of riders.

"We could play that," N'rov tells Brieli, with a stagily salacious hike of brows that doesn't manage to add levity to the gray eyes beneath them. "Later, anyway." Back to Zhia. "So you're saying you'd behave, more or less, if I took you to the headwoman or... or whoever I'm supposed to and said, look, she's a candidate? 'She' meaning you, that is, not the headwoman. And you'd keep your mouth shut about it. And you'd be happy?" He's kept an eye out for passersby, none of whom have seemed close enough to listen in.

Zhia sighs softly before nodding to N'rov, "I'lll behave. I'll keep my sewing to mending and such and no dyes in the barracks." What's odd is she says that so calmly. "I'll go before her and say that too and I am happy about it. Impress or not, at least I can say that I've been out there when the eggs have hatched." she points out.

Brieli just /grins/ up at N'rov, murmuring, "Later. Yes." And she'll just wait to see what Zhia's answer is, because this is life-changing stuff - why get in the way? As the girl speaks, she blinks a few times before, "Well. That's one way of looking at it."

"Then it's a deal," N'rov says quite seriously in return. Though he also says, "You'll owe me one, mind. But it won't be anything like getting into your pants, so don't worry about /that/." His grimace softens as he turns to drop a kiss on Brieli's cheek. "Later it is. Go deliver your package? And I'll take care of this one." To Zhia, "Let's go. Congratulations! Look excited."

And Brieli goes off to deliver the package. Productive day for all.

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