Logs:Ma said...
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| RL Date: 21 October, 2014 |
| Who: Edyis, R'hin |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Edyis sets out to find R'hin after the storm. |
| Where: A bar in Tillek |
| When: Day 16, Month 1, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Although there are a few clear, sunny, windy days along the Tillekian coastline, the usual weather is damp and wet. Rain is the most common winter weather, with hard storms blowing in a couple of times a month. |
| Mentions: Bristia/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: As usual, feel free to add, correct, or edit anything I may have missed. Notes: Minnie is one of Edyis' covers, who frequently refers to R'hin as Grandpa. |
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| Tillek Hold(#1202RAJ) Great iron doors lead into the Main Hall of Tillek Hold, with bright blue-and-white flags and banners marking each side - and in the windows above. There's plenty of room for all kinds of action in the courtyard, though most businesses and formal activities are conducted elsewhere: down on the docks, in the winery, or in any number of cotholds that line the roads extending away from the courtyard itself. Although there are a few clear, sunny, windy days along the Tillekian coastline, the usual weather is damp and wet. Rain is the most common winter weather, with hard storms blowing in a couple of times a month. It's been a somber time at the Weyr, but life certainly hasn't stopped at Tillek: there's plenty of work going on up and down the coast in the wake of the storm, cleaning flooding buildings, or debris brought by the storm, or in some cases rebuilding damage. The Dusty Sailor is a short walk from the docks, largely unchanged -- that is to say it isn't the cleanest place to be hanging out, and yet it's a popular spot for the local sailors while they're in port. R'hin is slouched at a table in the back, looking unkempt enough to suggest he was one of the ones recently washed up on shore. That seems to be the talk of the evening -- the storm's aftermath, and one man's latest find further down the beach. Life goes on. It doesn't much care about the rest, or at least that is the philosophy that has served Edyis. Her dark eyes, scan the bar, shaking a hand through loose curls, that have been left to hang about the shoulders. Like a local girl, though not as neat or orderly as usual. It doesn't take her long to spot the familiar figure at the table in the back, making her way over to the man at the table. "Did you see what they found further down the beach?" Settling into an empty chair invited or not. "Whole docks a mess." He might be asleep; his eyes are closed and chin dropped down to touch his chest, and yet: "Why bother? The story will be all over the place in moments," he murmurs, not even bothering to open his eyes, but there's a jerk of chin in the direction of the tale-teller. Finally, he exhales, squinting at Edyis, taking in her measure with silent regard of pale eyes bloodshot enough to suggest a lack of sleep -- or at little too much alcohol -- or both. "Ma said you were in a mood." Bristia she must mean, from the line her mouth forms. "Stories can be exaggerated, or did you forget the time that my cousin had me convinced a sea monster had washed up on shore." Sniffing a bit as she studies him in turn, dark eyes focusing intently. "Did your ship just make port?" Adjusting her chair so she can watch the room and keep an eye on the bronze rider. His eyes narrow at that ma, either play-acting the annoyed father very well, or a genuine sentiment. "If you're gonna cast... be mean, the least you can do is bring more beer to go with it." R'hin nudges the empty glass towards Edyis, expectantly, as if this is a condition of him answering anything else. The girl can't help but smirk a little taking the glass between her hands. "You sure you don't just want to come home, spend a night in a warm bed instead of - well wherever you've been sleeping these days?" She asks, briefly leaning back in the chair before pulling to her feet again. "I could have brought Minnie. I thought the fact that I didn't was considerably kind." She comments stepping away briefly only to return with a pitcher of beer and two fresh glasses. "She'd at least make it more fun, less nagging," but the bronzerider subsides, slouching back, pale eyes tracking the girl as she walks away. The tale teller is getting to the part where he finds a box this big (with arms stretched wide), full of treasure. The audience is well-schooled enough to scoff with disbelieve, despite the man's insistence. The story only retains a moment of R'hin's attention, the rider more interested in the other occupants. "Just needed a moment to ourselves before we come home," is what he finally says in an undertone, as she returns with beer. "Sometimes I think you need the nagging." Edyis states gently filling a glass and passing it over to him, before filling her own glass holding it between her hands. "It was a bad storm." She replies with a deep sigh, eyes dropping to her mug as she lifts it to her lips. "A great deal was lost." Half listening to the story in the background, but mostly Edyis just watches the other patrons. "Doesn't mean the rest of us don't worry about what survived." That earns a grunt in response, though R'hin does at least appear mollified by the fact that it's followed shortly after by a cold glass of beer. He seems content to pass several moments imbibing the beer at a generous pace, determined it seems to make the most of that pitcher of beer. He glances towards the tale-teller; he's trying to backpeddle now that his audience is demanding a show of some of this supposed treasure; "And a great deal gained," he murmurs briefly. "They're not talking about us anymore -- at least, not in the same way." And that seems to be something, at least, if the faint nod is any indication. She inches that pitcher away slightly, brows furrowing. "It is something." She agrees, "Heroes rise and fall, but we endure." She quotes him, though altering slightly given their location. "By spring they will talk of something else. " Edyis' lips pressing together, before taking another sip of her beer. A brief amusement flares in pale eyes, no doubt in response to her moving the pitcher away. R'hin's lips twist at her words however, as if perhaps not all that thrilled to have that quoted here and now. "As long as, either way, it is not us, then that's probably for the best." He drains the rest of his glass, and sets the empty one in the middle of the table, undoubtedly in expectation she'll fill it -- but he seems content to leave that choice up to her. Edyis nose wrinkles. Studying the glass, which she obligingly fills only a quarter of the way, pulling the pitcher back to refill her own, leaving it firmly on her side of the table. Watching him with a lift of her brow. He's laughing at her. Definitely. But even so, R'hin dutifully sips at his quarter-full glass.
R'hin lifts a shoulder and lets it drop just as smoothly, the laughter fading by measures. "Depends how much beer you ply me with." He doesn't specify whether more means yes, or no, though. "Yeah too easy." It's her turn to laugh. Moving the pitcher to the middle of the table, studying it and she turns it so that the handle faces him. "This isn't bad beer really. But you'd settle for this? Didn't you teach me better?" She points out lifting her glass. "There's a time and place for poor quality beer." And the time and place appears to be now, if the speed with which R'hin chooses to refill his glass is any indicator. Not to mention he waits until she lowers her glass in order to refill it, too. "I have a good hangover cure," he adds, as if that's important.
"You're spoiled by good wine, typically." R'hin glances towards the tale-teller; he's finally confessing that the box contained cloth, to the eye-rolling snorts of several of his audience. That seems done with, and the bronzerider seems determined to finish the rest of the pitcher of beer. She frowns. "While that may be true, it's the being incredibly drunk part that I generally dislike." She lifts a hand downing the last. "But if you promise not to let me start a brawl or anything, we can drink as much as you'd like." She pauses, "Or we can go home and drink the bottle of pear brandy I happen to have absconded with." "Ah, my dear. You act as if the two are mutually exclusive. They are not," R'hin says laughingly, downing the rest of the glass. He does seem determined to get through the rest of the pitcher and indeed does very well -- there's a slightly unsteady cast to his demeanor when he finally stands, but by the time they walk up along the beach and down a path to meet Leiventh, the bronzerider seems steady enough to the casual eye. He does manage to get them back to the Weyr, and he seems intent on following up the beer with that brandy she mentioned, too. |
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