Logs:Of Jealousy and Charm
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| RL Date: 12 September, 2006 |
| Who: Frost, Harley, Jendayi, M'wen, R'hin, Satiet, Vertai |
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| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Your location's current time: 15:15 on day 1, month 2, Turn 59, of the Tenth Pass. It is a winter afternoon. You stride into the living cavern. Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr(#1000RJs) The impressive living cavern is seemingly as large as the bowl that cradles the hatching sands. Rivers of polished wood tables and benches arrow towards a raised platform crowned with a compact version of their sturdy design. Neatly crafted pegs, some fancifully carved, are tapped into holes in the wall and support clothing dangling like lazy sleepers. Woven baskets, both useful and decorative, hang along another wall. The air is redolent with the smell of burning conifer wood blended with the myriad odors of the bakery's spices and the kitchen's succulent offerings. Banners worked with the designs of Holds and Halls beholden to the weyr cascade down the walls high above, interspersed with several brilliantly colored tapestries. Small groups gather here and there in the cavern, relaxing over a snack of freshly baked goodies as they cheerfully gossip. Contents: Harley Frost M'wen L'sen Satiet Jendayi Vertai Jemah Large Ale Cask Tray of Bubblies(#6808V$) Firelizard Perch(#5030Jae$) Obvious exits: Kitchen Bowl Lower Caverns Along with the various innocuous comings-and-goings of drudges and kitchen staff, R'hin isn't that difficult to pick out as he emerges from the kitchen - especially as he's currently garbed in one of Dijilia's unique outfits, green embroidered tunic and colored stole immediately noticeable. He diverts immediately towards the food tables, picking up a plate of sweet meats and a mug of redfruit juice, barely glancing at the crowded tables. Not completely displeased by Vertai's compliment, backhanded as it is, Satiet waves absently to any seat along the table. "There's company to spare here, though perhaps they'll finally depart and allow me a spare moment of quiet," the latter dry for the imminent departure of the traders. "You looked as if you might need company, M'wen." The latest arrivals garner only a half beat of attention, passing blue eyes that skip over people, Frost among them, as they come in and then pass by and return to R'hin for a long, lip twitchy, moment. Vertai follows Satiet's glance to the place where R'hin stands, resplendent in his Dijilia garb. Smiling like a cat in his cream, the trader leans in to murmur, "Spreads like an infection, doesn't it? A good day to you, Weyrwoman." And then he's off in a whisk of leather flaps round narrow legs, Jendayi prancing behind with her load of hides. Jendayi meanders through the archway, into the lower caverns. Jendayi has left. Vertai wanders through the archway, into the lower caverns. Vertai has left. "Aye, it's always a nice thing to have..." He trails off as he takes a seat. To the retreating backs of Vertai and Jendayi, he murmurs, "I still don't trust them at all, but we shall see if my hunch is unfounded later." He lapses back into silence, looking to be thinking intently, even enough to not notice R'hin's presense. Frost reaches the food table, peering down at the selections, seeming amazed by the vast selections. Noticing the plates, the teenager picks up and starts choosing foodstuffs like meat, meatrolls, fruits, tubers, mashed tubers, veggies, sweets, and so on, piling it high. Two cups of juice are poured, carefully balanced with his fingers, carrying it to the nearest table to set his food down. It's probably the goldrider's stare that attracts R'hin's attention first, brow flickering upwards and faint smile appearing as the brightly-garbed bronzerider makes his way towards the grouping. The tail end of M'wen's comment is heard as the rider approaches, a low chuckle given as he notes, "Your hunches, my good man, have a disturbing veracity." Head turns to glance after the departing traders, with a purse of lips, before he slides uninvited into one of the seats so recently vacated by the Dijilia. A teenage girl standing just behind Frost stares a long while at his food plate and then notes chidingly, "S'not going anywhere y'know, the food. Can always go up for seconds." That said, she plonks herself and her own tray of food down near the oddly colored teenager. The departure of the traders does much for Satiet's good will, the dampening shroud pulled off to allow a less stilted expression to sit better on the goldrider's features. Still, the release of a better nature does little to mask the last semblance of irritation as it shoots towards the lower caverns exit. "Aye, I'm inclined to agree. Diamond in poofs indeed." Tossing her hair gently, the loose black curls falling back behind her shoulders, she tenders an appraising look to the brownrider, never mind R'hin's arrival, "You are not as charmed by her honeyed tongue and sweet nothings as our bronzerider then?" - "You look ridiculous." The latter is most obviously to R'hin, despite Satiet's pale eyes looking anywhere but now. "Charmed? If you aren't charming then you can't be a trader. Who would buy something as..." Words fail him so M'wen just gestures at R'hin, "...as that without 'incentive'." He chuckles softly though it sounds hollow. "They seem to have a separate agenda then just seeling their wares, I just don't know what it is yet..." Frost eyes the teenage girl then his own food, then back to the girl. His brows furrow, as he starts to eat the meat first, chewing slowly. "I don't like seconds." He says abruptly before looking down at his own food. "Why, lady of the spires, are you jealous?" R'hin's mocking tones appear to be response more to Satiet's former comment then her latter; a lift of shoulders dismissing her other comment, countering easily, "And you, weyrwoman, look as impeccable as ever. Thus, all is right with the world, no?" A little twitch of lips denotes mingled amusement and interest in M'wen's assessment, "I don't know whether to be pleased or disturbed that you've become far too suspicious for your own good. As for incentive... what do you think the trip to Benden yesterday was about?" His words are light, airy, not disagreeing with the brownrider, but not apt to open assessment at present, fork piercing some of the meats as eyes roam around the caverns. Harley enters the cavern, heading towards the kitchen at first though a flash of blue in the corner of her eye turns her head. She grins when she sees R'hin and gives a quick wave before speaking to one of the cooks assistants who appears. After making whatever decision was needed, she turns and walks over towards the group around the table. The teenage girl, blonde braids and all, quirks a wider grin at the young man. "Liena. I don't think I've seen you around," is said around a mouthful of baked tuber with all the fixins'. "Do you mock your friend for his jealousy?" Satiet throws her lashes wide to accompany her caustic reply. "Why fore is he astute, and my assessment the green jealousy of womankind? How like a man." Her meal completed, not a salad leaf remaining, she begins the slow and far too pleasurable task of finishing her wine. Frost mumbles through mouthfuls of food, "I'm not. From up north." A good-sized glup of juice is taken to down the food, eyeing the strange sight of R'hin, "Who's that? Does he ride a green?" He queries of the girl. Harley walks through the archway, into the lower caverns. Harley has left. M'wen remains silent through the bantering, listening intently, though, always the observant one. He does crack a smile at Satiet's reply, turning his head to see R'hin's reaction. R'hin's fork is waved at Harley by way of greeting before the woman is called away, his attention quickly sliding back to the others at the table with wry curl of lips. "Why was no comment made as to my garb yesterday, but today you've a desire to bring the reputation of our visiting traders down? As for why-- well, I only go on basis of past experience, Satiet of High Reaches." That answer, it seems suffices for both of Satiet's observations. "I think. I think-," Liena darts a quick, and quite sharp look back to R'hin. "He might. He might be proddy too. I dunno if I've ever seen anyone look like that. /Really/. Then again, riders kind of think they look good in anything they wear." Bright eyes flick to Satiet and her puffs and then with a catty little smile stamped with a female's touch, returns to her baked tuber and Frost. "From up north, are ya? I've always been from 'round here." The assistant stewards approach and then passing garners a rather flat look from the weyrwoman, her lips pursed into a word that seems to form and then dies as her mouth thins again. "I did not make a comment of your garb yesterday? My apologies. I was sure I did, but perhaps-," Satiet's head tilts, her expression thoughtful, "I either refrained out of courtesy, was stunned into silence at the gaudiness, or you've merely forgotten my flattery of your new attire." His answer does not suffice for the goldrider, for her hair tosses again in an oft seen action, but she doesn't press the issue. "You glowered," she brings up again, attentive interest lighting her pale eyes, "Does anything else twitch within your soul, brownrider?" Frost nods in confirmation, "Thought so. Mum says greenriders like to do that stuff." He says matter-of-factly, eyeing R'hin's garb before turning his attention to the girl, "Yes, north. If you ask me, dragons turn people crazy." More food disappears into his gullet. "Then why're you here?" Blunt, sassily so, Liena tempers her question with a flash of an easy smile, careless and flirtatious. "Seems t'me, if you're here you're just wanting to get as crazy as people with dragons, right?" Her tuber-eating falls lax, the fork making idle patterns in the air rather than shoveling into her food with gusto. "That's pretty crazy if you ask me." "Should it?" is the reply as M'wen looks slightly disappointed at R'hin's answer. "All traders I've ever met have been conniving...hiding behind false charm and shallow wit to take advantage of your and to separate you and your marks. A good example?" He points in the direction the two traders headed off to, as well as pointedly looking at R'hin. "Shallow wit? That hurts, friend." R'hin drains the last of his juice from his mug, fingers tapping against the table's top as he rises. "If you'll excuse me, it's time for me to scare some small children with my gaudy outfit." Leaving the remnants of his meal at the table, the rider strides off towards the inner caverns, whistling. You meander through the archway, into the lower caverns. |
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