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Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr

The Snowasis is rarely quiet, and even then, the high-ceilinged former weyr is kept from echoing by the fantastical booths tucked into its convoluted perimeter. The secluded seating spaces have been shaped from the truncated stalagmites that escaped the smoothing of the main floor, and are both softened and separated by colorful hangings that are thick and opaque enough to make each corner its own private nook.

Some of the smaller stalactites still roam the ceiling, their jagged teeth tracing a bumpy, inverted spine to the hearth. There, a thick rug with a low klah table and comfortable armchairs and couches sit, their upholstery and cushions changed sporadically to match the season: bright, light colors in the summer, fresh greens and yellows in the spring, warm autumnals in fall, and clear, rich hues for winter. Small tables litter the rest of the cavern, enough to fit up to four people each, while stools stand along the smooth wooden bar behind which is the passthrough window to the kitchen. Glass-paneled cabinetry behind the bar provides a clear view of the available liquors, the many colors reflecting the soft light of glows tucked into strategic niches around the cavern.

Late evening means there's little weyrling responsibility left to take care of until the morning, and there's a little knot of Cirrus riders taking full advantage of the night's freedoms in the Snowasis. In amongst them is N'ky, snuggled up to April where they stand by the bar, with his arms curled around the shorter girl's waist to hug her to his chest. She's talking animatedly to one of her wingriders, while N'ky is in a quieter sort of conversation with J'madri. Every so often the Cirrus greenrider reaches out to touch N'ky - on his shoulder, upper arm, even briefly on his hip, leaving the coltish teen blushing furiously... but grinning stupidly, too.

He isn't the only Flurry greenrider about, Telavi having been scoping out the Snowasis's selection with increasing dissatisfaction, to the point that now she resorts to the acquisition of alcohol instead. Now she slips up to the bar, a quick glance followed by a quicker smile to the other weyrlings nearby before looking away to catch the bartender's eye, but it's a busy night. She might have to, believe it or not, wait a minute or two.

And someone has to break away to order drinks for the Cirrus group, even though they're stood next to the bar. It would seem N'ky's nominated, as he reluctantly lets go of April to nudge his way up to the bar, into a spot that just happens to be next to Telavi. He gives his wingmate a shy, crooked smile and a nod of his head, before also making an effort to capture the bartender's attention.

"Dibs," Tela murmurs out of the corner of her mouth, and then, a moment later, she's smiling winningly at the bartender. The older man looks more amused than anything as she asks for her usual, and then of course he would have to ask what N'ky's after too instead of just hurrying about her business.

N'ky's order is for three; one beer, one cider, and a klah. No awards for guessing who the latter's for. He waits with quiet awkwardness beside Telavi, moving over to give another punter room to get up to the bar, since he's already placed his drinks request. A slight push from the man he lets in nudges N'ky up a against his fellow Flurry greenrider, and he smiles apologetically down at her, cheeks blushed for the fact that he's pressed a whole lot closer than he would normally be to her.

It must be experience in navigating bars that keeps her arm between them, her arm and her distinctly pointed elbow. Telavi glances along her shoulder with a sharply-raised brow, and spotting that it's still N'ky, at least doesn't make further use of that elbow than reflex has already. She does say, "Careful," along with, "See you tomorrow in drills," before extricating herself and the white wine the bartender's just set before her. Timing! At least N'ky's order should be next.