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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.

Avey comes clopping into the bar wearing sandals and looking all windblown and a bit sunburned, too, like she's been outside for most of the day. She pauses, chewing on her lip as she looks around and tries to decide if there's anyone she really wants to talk to, or if she wants to sit at the table or the bar, or - whatever! It's a tough decision, apparently.

Leaning against the bar is K'del, in low conversation with one of the pretty, blonde bargirls, who keeps up her end of the conversation in between pouring drinks for other people. Someone asks for something complicated, which sends her scurrying towards the other end of the bar, and leaves the Weyrleader to his own devices; that's when he glances up, and sees Avey - he waves at her with a smile.

Maybe not that tough after all. Avey smiles back, and heads over, hopping up onto the stool next to K'del with a cheery, "Hi! How's it going?" She looks after the blonde bartender, trying to catch her eye, but she'll have to wait her turn, looks like.

"She'll be back in a minute," says K'del, of the bartender, apparently confident of this fact; something in his loose smile suggests he has her wound around his little finger, and is rather enjoying the fact. He has his fingers wrapped around a glass that probably contains whiskey of some variety. "Going well, though. Nice day out there. How're you?" Actual question, there, not just politeness.

That smile has Avey raising her eyebrows, then rolling her eyes with a knowing smirk. "Uh huh, I bet she will," she says, much amused. "I'm good! I've been getting my new weyr set up, and we went for a good long fly today. It really is nice! I love springtime."

K'del is in /no/ way repentant, if his expression is anything to go by: if anything, he looks pretty smug. But instead of remarking on that, he lets his smile fade a little, and wrinkles his nose. "New weyr? Didn't work out, then?" He lifts his glass, like a toast, adding, "To new weyrs, though. Kind of fun. And spring! This, too, definitely."

"Naw, turns out he was kind of a jerk," Avey says, and makes a face. "But it's fine. It's kind of fun setting up a new weyr, you know? I keep hoping one will open up with a bath in it, but no such luck yet." Now it's her turn to order, apparently, and she asks for a big mug of the beer on tap, then turns back to K'del. "New weyrs and spring. Definitely good," she agrees. "What've you been doing? Just weyrleader stuff?"

The bartender seems a little miffed at /her/ place in K'del's attention being taken by someone else, and she shoots daggers at Avey... not that it stops her from pouring the beer and handing it over. She flounces off after that, though. Ignoring the display of girlish pique, K'del wrinkles his nose again. "Sorry to hear that. But-- good, good. Mm, mostly, I guess. Trying to get back home and visit my sister more often, now that the eggs've hatched."

"Wow, what crawled up her butt?" Avey says, though she shrugs it off, not really expecting an answer, and sips her beer. "That's neat! She had a baby, didn't she? Your sister?" So Avey's kind of up on the gossip, a little. "How're they doing?"

K'del shakes his head, which is about as much of an answer as Avey is going to get, even if she /were/ expecting one; he sets his drink down again after that, spreading his palm flat on the bar top. "Yeah, she did. She's... been pretty down about it, actually. My sister-in-law is looking after my nephew. Kind of worried about her, you know? Been most of a turn, now."

"And she's still upset? Wow." Avey seems to share K'del's concern; there's sympathy in her expression, too, even if it's not a thing she has any direct experience or understanding of. "I guess I would be pretty upset if I had to have a baby. There's all this other stuff I'd rather be doing, you know? But if she's got someone to look after it - and it's been a whole turn - I mean, is she /okay/?"

"She's just... not herself," says K'del, finally, after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "I dunno. But... right. Seems way too long. Just... Reckon she probably needs to go away again, but my mother claims her leaving home was what got her into this situation in the first place, and it's just... messy." He breaks off, attempting a quick little smile. "Anyway. That's all pretty depressing, I guess."

"Yeah," Avey says, and trails off, not really sure what to say. She pauses, frowning for a moment, and then smiles again. "You should bring her here for a visit! I bet your right, they say a change of scenery always helps people when they can't stop being sad."

/That/ makes K'del laugh. "She's never been here, my sister. Never been /allowed/ to. I'd catch it, if I brought her." He shakes his head, reaches for his glass again. "She's going to have to work it out for herself, I think. What she wants to do now. Anyway." He pauses, as though he's trying to work out something else to say, to get away from his fairly depressing topic. "Got your eye on anyone new, now that you're a free woman again?"

Avey wiggles her eyebrows and looks K'del up and down. "I dunno, are you busy tonight?" she asks him saucily, and grins - it could be a joke, or maybe not! "I might just take it easy for a while and see what happens when Leisath rises," she says. "That should be - less than a month, if I'm counting right."

"Are you busy /now/?" returns K'del, equally saucy. Who knows, at this point, if it /is/ a joke or not! "D'you always pick your weyrmates based on whose dragons catch Leisath?" he asks then, slightly - /slightly/ - more seriously.

"Not especially, once I finish my beer," is Avey's retort, just as playful-maybe-serious. "...oh. No, not really. I mean, I only did - once, I think? And that was just kind of - it just kind of fit, you know?" For a couple of months, anyway. "But, it's super weird to have a brand new weyrmate or boyfriend or whatever, and then your dragon mates. Some guys freak out about that, even if they say they're totally cool with it."

K'del, looking amused, holds back outright laughter to note, "'Not especially' isn't all that, you know... hot. Could've said something like... no, but I think I have a date with your cock after I finish my beer." Uh-huh. Say no more. This doesn't stop him from, with a bob of his head, adding, "Anyway, guess that makes sense. Guys can be pretty weird about stuff like that. They're just flights, you know?"

Avey licks her lips. "Now that you mention it! I TOTALLY forgot to check my schedule for tonight, but I think I DO. How about that?" she says brightly. "I'm SO glad you reminded me or I would have totally missed out." Maybe not as hot as if she'd come up with this idea herself, but she does move her leg so that it's brushing his, and she can tuck her foot around his ankle. "I know. It's really stupid but - guys /are/ stupid, sometimes. No offense or anything." She grins, and plows right on with talking. "Do you know what happened, when I was looking for weyrs? I landed on these guys' ledge, but I didn't know anyone lived there. There were no dragons on the ledge, and no /stuff/ there, like you know how some people have flowerpots or a chair or - /something/. So I just opened up the door, and I totally walked in on these two guys having sex! It's like, if you live there, at least put something on the door or something, you know?!"

It totally works - or, at least, it makes K'del /grin/, and it's not as though he pushes that leg away. He listens to her story without commentary, though his brows definitely raise at mention of those two guys: "Seriously!" he says, finally. "Not something I'd want to just walk in on. Must've been awkward. But, anyway. Yeah, guys are pretty stupid sometimes, no question there. Girls can be, too, but guys..." he trails off, smiles again.

"They make up for it in other ways," Avey assures K'del. "And yeah, it was completely awkward! I just kind of said 'Sorry' and shut the door and ran off really quick, so I don't know if they knew who it was, or anything. It's not like they were going to come running out naked and see, but they could've asked their dragons who was on the ledge, I guess. They weren't even hot!" What a missed opportunity! She takes a few big swallows of beer. Making progress.

K'del makes progress on his whiskey, too, taking another sip before he tells Avey, "Pleased to hear that. That we're not entirely useless, I mean. Makes a person feel better, you know?" That would be his hand, by the way, tracing up her leg, just idly. "Maybe they'll have learned their lesson and put something out there, now," he adds. "So no one else has to watch boring, not-hot people having sex. By accident."

"Maybe! I guess it doesn't come up all that often but - still," Avey says. She takes another sip of beer and then sets the mug down, as she casually lays a hand on K'del's knee. "You knoooow," she says, eyeing him sidelong. "I might have to push up that date with your cock. Because I just remembered I have /another/ date with your cock later on tonight, and I wouldn't want to be late for that one." And that last bit of beer isn't really all that important, is it?

Hand on knee, and-- oh, look, K'del looks positively smug again. The rest of his drink gets drained in a single swig, because, apparently, he can't possibly leave it undrunk, but otherwise... "Oh, really? No, no you're quite right. It wouldn't do to be late like that... I think he'd be pretty disappointed." And all. "Guess I ought to escort you to him then, mm?"

"Mmmhmm," Avey agrees. "I wouldn't want to get lost along the way." She digs in her pocket and comes up with a tip for the bartender, which she tosses onto the bar. "Thanks!" she says, much too cheerfully, to the blonde, as she hops off the stool and tugs on K'del's shirt to pull him closer so she can loop her arm through his.

Were there daggers from the blonde before? They're machetes, now, or maybe something sharper still. For a moment, it looks like she's going to ignore the tip altogether, but... well, maybe that would be taking it too far. She does flounce off again, though. Which only amuses K'del, who's grinning as he gets pulled closer, and is quite happy to let his leg linger next to Avey's, except that, of course, walking requires /some/ separation. "Might find yourself in a dark corner or sometimes," he agrees, as he sets off. "Without a guide." Or with one. But, no: his weyr isn't that far off.

"That would be /terrible/," Avey agrees, clutching his arm dramatically. "I mean, we know what happens to girls who get lost and wind up in dark corners all by themselves!" She walks alongside him, as close as she can get without toppling the both of them over, and sneaking a grope when the opportunity arises. No doubt the grownups in the Snowasis will be relieved when they're gone. And if they run across any dark corners on the way to his weyr, it may just be an occasion for a demonstration of exactly what can happen in them - an appetizer before the main course.

So maybe K'del /directs/ them towards dark corners. Once. Or twice. And it's a good thing the entrance to the weyrleader's complex is deserted at this time of day, too, just for the record. It's-- well. They're both still teenagers, after all! And someone needs to make Avey feel better over the obvious agony she's in after that break-up. Yep. Uh-huh. Definitely.