Logs:Bonfire Bash
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| RL Date: 15 December, 2012 |
| Who: Brieli, Barnabas, Azaylia |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: High Reaches Weyr finally has a party that goes well. And, Brieli gets to meet Azaylia's squatter! |
| Where: Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Weather: Warm sunshine and cloudless skies make for a beautiful day and pleasantly warm evening. A breeze tempers the heat with no humidity lingering in the air. |
| Mentions: Jo/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions, Tajent/Mentions |
| Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr The rest of the bowl may be barren, grass barely surviving at best, but here by the lake, it's brilliantly green in the warmer months: thickening and thriving in the silty, boulder-dotted soil just before it transitions to soft sand and thence to the cool, clear water itself. A large freshwater lake fed by a low waterfall, it not only provides warm-weather bathing space for humans and dragons, but has one end fenced off as a watering hole for the livestock in the feeding grounds. The water there is often muddier than the rest of the clear lake, whose shallows drop off abruptly several yards out into deep water, and whose edge undulates against the coarse-hewn bowl wall: here close enough to just be bramble-covered rocks, there far enough away that a narrow land bridge divides the main lake from a smallish pond. Between are several rocky outcroppings that form excellent makeshift diving points, though only one -- across the bridge -- has a set of narrow, slippery, quite possibly tempting stairs. There are tables and benches lined up along the shore for the party, with simple white linens and laden with food that's easy to eat while sitting or standing. Food and drink both are regularly replenished by the kitchens. At night, the large bonfires built near the water are set aflame, as are torches around the area to provide extra light. There's less a stage than a collection of benches and chairs for musicians, and a space of sand vaguely marked by torches could pass for a dance floor. It's a perfect day to be outdoors, so at least the weather has cooperated with today's lakeside party. There's been food and drink since sometime in the mid-afternoon, and as day starts to fade into evening, there's a growing crowd on the shore. Some are in the water, even, taking advantage of the break for a swim. The large bonfires built and torches placed about haven't yet been lit, but the time is coming near. As the crowd grows, the kitchens staff rush out more food for the long tables. Though there's undoubtedly things that could be fussed over, Brieli is decidedly not worrying or fussing at the moment; if there's food and drink for the masses, they can't complain too much, right? Instead, she has a perch on a rock somewhere near the drink table, with a glass in hand and a short white shift dress to manage in the occasional breeze. Though she likes to show off her legs, that's about as far as it goes. Sensing that the water will soon be less than accommodating, Bones emerges from the lakeside waters with a heavy sigh. His messy hair loses no volume despite being clearly soaked, but he takes the time to wring the water out of it in handfuls, and then gives a sharp jerk of his head to send the mass of it slapping wetly to his back and out of his face. Mostly. He's given a wide berth as he drips his way towards the table with food, shirtless and shoeless despite the coming cold. Azaylia seems to have learned how to Between. The times she chooses to appear, the junior is a quiet though sociable phantom dressed in baby blue. Of course there is still work to be done, a weyr to run and she has made parting excuses throughout the day. But when night finally falls, she's committed to relax in the pleasant weather with an alcoholic sunset captured in a tall glass. Sundress is strappy and short, legs not as confidently displayed and leading to bare feet that carry her over Brieli's way. "Looks like everyone's having a nice time." Hi! In a crowd, the young woman seems even more subdued than usual. "Mm. Hopefully, that will remain the case." Brieli doesn't seem all that surprised by Azaylia's appearance as she sips from her glass, though she will carefully edge over on the low, flat rock for the other goldrider to sit. Watching the swimmers idly, thus catching Bones drip his way over the the food - he's not the only one - she notes, "I can't see any reason to complain, but there's always someone." The under dressed convict has his cheeks so stuffed with finger food that one would expect he was expecting it all to suddenly disappear if he didn't hurry. Reaching for his next big handful, his arm freezes halfway at the distant sound of a familiar voice. He doesn't seem to realize he's dripping lakewater all over the table, and nobody seems intent to remind him of his manners as his head darts around to try and find the source of the sound. He spots it across the crowd, and smiles. "Assffiazf!" Evidently that's what Azaylia's name sounds like with a mouthful of meatroll. He makes his way towards her and the mysterious friend in white she was sharing a pleasant conversation with. "Yo, Zee!" By the time he arrives, he's thankfully done chewing. "What's up?" Azaylia moves without thinking, accepting the space Brieli has made for her and goes about smoothing her skirt afterwards. "That'd be silly. Food, fun and soon, fire. Hraedhyth is looking forward to that." Which may be why there's a smaller pyramid of sticks prepared a ways off with the gold curled about it protectively. Hers. "Everything's perfect." Said before she tips her glass to take a sip, nearly choking at the sound of Bones' voice. She manages to swallow and offer a strained smile, though it could just be from tequila going down the wrong tube. "Hello, Bones." Said pointedly, to introduce the other junior. "I was just talking with weyrwoman Brieli." Another pointed introduction. "...You are very wet." There's likely a few people dripping water all over the table, but granted, most of them are under a certain age. Like, ten. Brieli doesn't really register Bones' greeting for Azaylia as it comes; neither muffled name nor nickname are familiar to her, at least. "Not perfect, never say that... it's tempting fate." Which might be why the goldrider quirks a bit of a smirk as the other weyrwoman chokes, arching fine brows. Looking past her friend to the large, wet dude, she tilts her head to regard him before, "Hello. Well met. I've seen you around." 'Around'. Coming in and out of Azaylia's weyr. Whatever. Bones is all smiles as he slips four fingers of each hand into the waist of his heavy swim trunks, thankfully across the front of his thighs instead of closer towards his inseam. The shorts had no pockets, so where else was he to put his hands? "Ha! That's perfect, Bree and Zee! Hehe, nice to meetcha Brieli. Any friend-o-Zee's is a friend-o-mine. Think I've spotted you once or twice myself." Proving Azaylia's point about his wetness, he motions over his shoulder with his thumb a bit too quickly, and a spray of lakewater leaves his elbow, just narrowly missing the two of them. "Couldn't help myself. Ain't been in the water in months. Missed it." Azaylia gives Brieli a subtle glance at the mention of tempting fate. She takes a much heartier gulp of her drink before giving Bones a smile that's not terribly strained. "You might catch a chill if you don't dry off soon." Something to think about, though her eyes are obvious in following that arc of water that misses both juniors. It isn't likely, the summer nights carrying a breeze that is nowhere near as vicious as autumn or winter. She turns back towards Brieli, "Everyone seems to be doing well." As far as illness goes- nothing so severe. Brieli doesn't quite duck at the arc of water spraying off into the distance, but she does look at it as it passes, one brow arched. "It does seem wise to take advantage of the warmer weather while you can... But I have to say, I haven't developed much of a taste for lake-swimming. I like my water warm, I suppose." And she can go off to find warm water when she likes, so she can be picky. Even so, she has a slight smile for Bones. "No one's managed that one yet, Bri and Zee, though... I don't think anyone else calls her that..." She has a curious look for Azaylia, all 'that's-your-boyfriend'. "And towels might have been an idea, yes? I guess we could call for them." As for illness, her expression darkens. "So far. I met one of the plague bearers - your wingmates - the other day." A heavy sigh leaves the wet man in realization of the coming night, transparently dissapointed in his impending dryness. "Didn' bring a towel. Figured I'd dry off in the sun. Guess I lost track of time eh? Hehe, guess it's time to go nab my shirt from the beach. I'll be swinging by the food table on the way back, either of you ladies want a snack?" As he spoke, he readjusted the leather cuffs on his wrists, his hearty swimming having spun them around a touch. The buckles belong on the outside. "I'll leave you two to talk about yer diseases and... I'unno, other important Weyrlady stuff." Brieli's curiosity is met with a tight lipped, wide eyed stare. No. But unfortunately, telepathy for dragonriders is limited to their dragons. "Bri and Zee. Funny." She even manages a soft laugh, certainly polite. "I think people usually bring their own." Towels, that is. A glance that can be considered playful for the clearly scatter-brained man standing next to them. "Did you?" She takes a moment to go through the mental list. Now if you take two Glacier riders, and one isn't Leova, then that means, "Jo? Was she nice? I rarely see her- we don't always have drills together." Given the once a month mandatory attendance. She gives a nod as Bones turns back to the lake to go hunting for his shirt, waiting until he's out of earshot before she pins her friend with a frightened look. "No. He just sleeps on my couch." Dark eyes alight, dancing, Brieli looks back at Azaylia, barely able to conceal her grin. To Bones, as he departs, "I'm fine, thank you. I'll go later." Watching the large man head off, she agrees, "Most people do bring towels. But it's a thought, for next time. In case people decide to just... jump in. That might happen as the night goes on." And the drinking gets heavier. As for Jo, there's a shrug. "I don't know about nice, but decent. She talks quite a lot." Not bad or good, it is what it is. The frightened look brings a true laugh from the sombre girl, and she shakes her head. "People won't keep thinking that forever, you know." A group of caverns workers start walking down the beach, setting the bonfires aflame one by one. They might leave Hraedhyth's to Azaylia, however... Barnabas returns with a bit more clothing, dull brown shirt clinging with lingering wetness to his shoulders and the top of his chest, but the rest hanging a little loose by comparison. "Hey you two, quit talkin' about me behind my back!" His face is stern for all of two seconds before it immediately brightens up again, his acting skills not holding out for long. "Ha! Just kiddin'. Zee knows I don't give a damn, just wanted to see if I could spook you, Bree." Azaylia doesn't ask for anything when Bones leaves, far too eager to try and smooth out the misunderstandings her friend might have. "He's not so bad..." It takes some effort to say, "But how anyone can look at him, and then me and think..?" It's a nervous laugh, and she's easily distracted by other topics. "I should see how Jo is doing. She is my wingmate, after all." As Brieli pointed out. "I'm glad it seems to be over with..." When Bones returns her head will swivel with a guilty widening of her eyes, clutching her drink just that much tighter. Oh! A joke! Yes. "Ah, yeah... Bones is very laid back." Momentarily distracted by the lighting of those bonfires, she gives a gentle tsk. "Excuse me for a moment..." Her sights are set on one of the workers with a still-lit torch, pointing him in Hraedhyth's direction. To the other goldrider: "Because people think what they like? I mean, do the math, what would you think?" As the man heads their way only slightly more dressed, Brieli finishes her drink, with a little grimace. "Why don't people wear clothes? It's like being around--" The sotto voce comment to Azaylia is cut off suddenly, and she colors a touch, looking at her empty drink with a frown. Stop doing that, alcohol. When Barnabas accuses them of talking about him, though, her expression is curious, innocent - talking about what? With a shrug, she tells him, "Talking about people is part of the job." Sounds good, right? She doesn't go back to the talk of illness - enough of that - but she echoes, "Laid back. Yes. That's what I call Iesaryth, but not quite the same, is it. What do you do around here, Bones?" With a throat-clearing of his perpetually scratchy voice, Bones stands up to his full height in a brief display of proper posture. With one hand firm over his chest, the other tucks behind the middle of his back. "I am attache, liaison, and personal bodyguard of Weyrwoman Azaylia." His lips tighten up, and once again he stretches the limits of his ability to put on a serious face. "Ppppffftahahahaha!" Sputtering of lips that turns to hearty laughter, buckling him over at the middle as he clutches his knees. "Sorry, sorry. I'm a jackass." Broad smile is on his face again as he returns to his normal stance. "Actually, that should be my title eh? Professional jackass? Nah, I'm kinda still lookin' for somethin' that pays marks." The torch-bearer Azaylia's pointing at waits until he's sure he's good and caught, then sighs and nods the weyrwoman's way, heading over to Hraedhyth and her still-to-be-lit fire, if she'll unwrap enough for him to get in there. Azaylia may not want to be much of a bother, but in order for the night to continue as a success, Hraedhyth must be appeased. So the junior will escort the torch-bearer, no fuss made by the gold dragon who pulls away to watch with excitedly whirling eyes. After that's done, Hraedhyth stares into the dancing flames and Azaylia is able to head back. She's got a glass in one hand, and a refreshed drink of her own, offering the first to Brieli only after she gives the guffawing Bones a wide birth. "Uhm?" A curious glance is tossed at the other junior. With an arch of fine brows, "I suppose you wouldn't be the first convict to be Azaylia's bodyguard of late." Brieli seems at least somewhat amused by Barnabas and his outsized reactions and gestures, if her faint smile is any indication. "And professional jackass doesn't likely pay much, no. If you have work here, you should get paid something, unless you're looking for something more." Accepting the glass as the other junior returns with a grin, "Thank you. And he just said something about being your personal assistant and bodyguard, more or less. Would Taikrin approve?" Bones nods at Brieli's sage if not somewhat obvious life advice, taking it seriously despite the big grin on his face. He turns to Azaylia to explain Brieli's comment, hoping to cut off the inevitable questions that would follow. "I was kiddin' around. Bri was askin' 'bout what I do, I made some shit up." He interlaces his fingers against the back of his head and smiles bigger. "Course she does have a point, Taikrin looks like the kinda chick who's just itchin' for an excuse to kick ass. Mine's as good as any if the reason's there, eh? Hehe." Azaylia places one hand on her hip, "I was going to mention that sometime soon." Bones' not working, his lack of contribution to the weyr... Perhaps the junior realizes that posing like a disappointed wife or weyrmate probably won't help any rumors, so she stops. Straightening up, she takes a self conscious gulp of her drink, "Taikrin seems to like you, though. She'll probably want to fight and then buy you some of her whiskey." Which has her nose wrinkling up some, but she doesn't remember the brownrider being impressed with her own choice of beverage at the time. "But no, Bones. We have assistants." His hairy arm gets a light pat or two as she looks to Brieli, "Is N'rov coming later?" Perhaps a personal question, but not meant to be. "She might just fight you for fun," Brieli points out to Bones, all too serious. "It's likely been awhile since she's had a good fight. Or a good challenge, who knows. Anyway, perhaps you could start making yourself useful by making sure there's none tonight? I don't expect it, but you never know when you open the bar, yes?" She expects Barnabas to be well aware of that, for some reason. Sketchy knows sketchy. "And Azaylia, actually - I'm thinking I might like my own assistant, at some point. Oriane has one." So why shouldn't she, right? As for N'rov, "If he has time, I imagine. Maybe later tonight." Bones can only grin bigger as the talk of Taikrin continues. Their meeting was brief, but it was fun hearing his suspicions about her confirmed by those who knew more than he. "I'd have to pass on the whiskey, think she might be just as kind with the klah?" Hands are swiftly dropped from behind his head so that he can turn to glance over his shoulder, trying to spot the bar in question. "Gotta pass on the bar fights. Drunkasses don't know when to stay down and take the loss." His voice is quieter as he discusses the finer arts of innebriated pugilism, and he doesn't turn around to the two of them as the discussion moves on to assistants. Now that the fires and torches are lit, the small group of Harpers up to play tonight tune up their instruments and start into a quiet tune, just enough to let people know they're around and playing. For now. Azaylia looks surprised, and then not-so. "There is that boy, the one who helps the Giorda? Tarjent?" Tajent, but it goes to show how much socializing she's done with the lad. "I can't say I blame you, on some days." That still doesn't give Bones much as a chance, judging from the junior's wary glance his way. The possibility of N'rov visiting has her giving a nod, face ducking to find the rim of her glass. The distracted man will earn a curious look from Azaylia, giving his arm a touch that's much softer than her (perhaps patronizing) pats. "We'd appreciate it if you did... watch out for trouble, I mean." Be useful, darn you! With some disappointment, but understanding, "I can see that. I rather thought you might try to end things by being both large and personable both, but I imagine it won't always work out that way." Brieli might make a mental note of klah-for-whiskey exchanges, but doesn't do more than give Bones a nod over her drink. She'll be sticking with the booze for the time being. Tilting her head to consider Azaylia, "Really. Right! Well. He's helping Giorda." Not that she won't look into it, but who knows what the girl might consider acceptable? There's torches and bonfires lighting up the night, music playing, people dancing and drinking and talking and eating. It's a perfect night for an outdoor party, and the party seems pretty good so far... Bones watches the bar with a somewhat far-off look in his eyes, but the smile is stuck to his face like glue. No reason to be concerned as long as lips stayed upturned. "Some folk don't enjoy my particular brand of personable, Bri. Specially the kind who like to get hammered and start fights, knowatimsayin'?" Fingers interlace behind his head once again, and the big grin comes back. "Hehe. Anyway, kinda wore myself out a bit with all that swimmin, think I pulled somethin' in my groin." It was hard to tell if he was kidding, what with that grin so consistant. "Nice meetin'ya Bri. Next time we spot eachother maybe we'll actually exchange a word or two eh?" He turns to Azaylia next. "Zee, I'll see you back home. Unless of course some stud manages to steal your for a night eh?" An unsettling double raise of his eyebrows follows. "Haha! Just teasin' ya. But hey, won't get worried none if you don't show. I'll hold down the fort." With those last few words and a wave goodbye, he slips off into the crowd and out of sight. Azaylia is confused, and then concerned by Bones' reply and his refusal. The man didn't say no to a poke in the eye, let alone anyone's request. "Oh, alright." Her hand leaves his arm, joining the other in holding her tall glass, "Thinking about stealing him?" She teases the other junior, lightly. The ex convict's retreat is met with a polite fairwell, though her smile takes on a some what strained quality. Is that at Bones being in her home, or his joke about her being stolen up by some stud? "How can he be comforting and... and that at the same time?" Not that his prediction proves to be entirely wrong. With the lack of a shaggy, hairy brute hovering over the weyrwomen, a young man approaches to ask Azaylia for a dance. After she shyly accepts, "I'll find you, after?" With a bright smile for Brieli, she sets her mostly empty glass down on the rock and is whisked away into the night.
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