Logs:Brown For Weyr Stability
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| RL Date: 14 May, 2009 |
| Who: Ajatha, Isziyo, K'del, Leova, Mikandros |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: K'del drops in to the galleries, and talks with some candidates. And Leova, briefly. |
| Where: Hatching Galleries, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 26, Month 9, Turn 19 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: B'tal/Mentions, Tiriana/Mentions |
| "Not on yer life," Mikandros says swiftly to Isziyo's offer of a trade. "I don't need t'go stickin' m'nose in with any of Ma's old crones. Got enough trouble on that end." Head tilting backwards again he squints at Ajatha, then just jerks a thumb across at Isz. What he said. But the Weyrborn Trader brat turned resident then candidate will elaborate further, as well. "Sure I do. Them's as hatch'll be lookin' fer their lifemates, and some of us are gonna fit th'requirements. Whatever they are. Don' tell me yer like this pessimistic block of wood over here an' don' even think maybe?" Another jerk of his thumb at Isziyo, though his smile suggests he's teasing the elder mountain. In the ledges far above, the arrival of a pale bronze in a dizzying spiral of delight is matched by the arrival of his rider, below. K'del, shucking off his jacket and rolling off his sleeves, ambles in from the bowl with eyes mostly for his dragon, to whom he is making a face, as if to say: see, here I am, can I go now? But instead of leaving again, the bronzerider pauses, leaning both arms against the railings nearest the entrance, and lowers his gaze back towards the sands, and those eggs upon them. Though, as yet, he hasn't glanced in the direction of the group of candidates, he must surely be aware of them, and their conversation. "Yeah, but for -you-?" Ajatha shoots back a clarification at Isziyo with just as much dryness to her lilting tone - she's not managed to lose the Southern quality of her voice. Instead, though, of being dour and dreary as Isziyo, her tone is amused and light as the sunshine. "Ain't, last I checked. Ain't nothin' like that 'block' there. Nothin' 'gainst ya, fella'." And whether K'del makes note of the candidates or not, they can't be unaware of the bronze appearing from up there. Jathi glances upward and drops her eyes to find the rider to tip her head in a lazy nod, seen or not, but she's turning back to the boys. Isziyo eyes the younger mountain for a single moment of halfhearted wtf-asshattery, and then chooses to simply smile at the statement. Pessimism indeed. "There is a time and purpose for everything," he states, finally, in his deep bass rumble; "I simply believe that if my purpose was to be a dragonrider, the time would have come sooner." There's a halfway smile there, for Mik's sake, and Isz glances towards K'del's arrival reflexively. Ajatha, now, rates a single eyebrow raise. Nothing more, nothing less. You were saying something, kid? Since he was already tilted backwards, Mikandros' attention is easily caught by that dizzying spiral, brown eyes flickering as he follows the decent. Several rapid blinks, and he decides leaning forward and looking down will be easier on the head, settling his elbows on his thighs. "So, what? Ye don't think a man-" pause, reconsider the company "-a person can change enough over th'course of their life t'make 'em suited t'a dragon? That it's only them as get Searched young as have a chance t'Impress? An' what's that say 'bout them who get Searched and finally walk away, t'old t'be allowed?" Isziyo's manner apparently has no impact, but then he had been too busy getting dizzy to note that look he'd been on the receiving end of. And while dragon of course indicates that there's likely a 'rider nearby... unlike his fellows he doesn't go looking to see where the human partner might be. K'del may not notice the glances and nods in his direction, but he does spin on his heel at Mikandros' comments - so he was listening. Each of the candidates in turn gets a considering glance, and a polite nod, and then, leaning now so that his back is up against the railing, his hands slung deep into his pockets, the young Weyrleader remarks, "Reckon if we search people up to twenty-five, there's got to be a reason for it. Can't guess at what the dragons think, but there were older weyrlings in /my/ class, and most hadn't stood before." That would probably be meant a 'hi, mind if I butt into your conversation', too. "Isz/iyo/, Auntie Relinny won't /eat/ until you come tell her the rest of that /stor-eeeeeeee/," comes the sing-song from an annoying young girl-child candidate, standing at the base of the gallery stairs with her hands on her hips. A deep, suffering sigh from Isziyo can be heard, as he silently rises, nods to both his fellow candidates, salutes K'del, and heads for the exit. Clomp clomp clomp. Ajatha glances back toward Isziyo this time at the comment with a shift of her eyes upwards, even as he gets captured back to do his duty. "Not necessarily. I've known people that were searched when they were thirteen and then a few times more until they were finally impressed in their later window of being searchable. Some cases, it has to do with maturity. Shells, I've heard some search riders - at another weyr, mind you - just 'search' their kids because they want to see them on the sands." A glance toward K'del absently. "Course, seen some searched for their first time in their twenty-fourth turn and take the first one on the sands." Okay, so that wasn't who he was expecting to answer his rambling questions. Eyebrows lifting, Mikandros straightens slightly out of his lazy lean, "G'day, sir." He rather fails at the whole saluting thing, but chin gets dipped into a respectful nod over towards the bronzerider. His own rumbling chuckle is all the farewell the departing Isziyo receives. But then, he can afford to be smug. No one's come fetching -him.- Yet. Ajatha's cussing earns her a mildly startled glance. She's too young and pretty for such language. "Heh. Jus' bein' a 'rider's kid ain't enough. Seems a bit selfish, that." "K'del," insists the bearer of that name, but not with a cheerful enough smile, one that turns to follow Isziyo out, too, then returns to the remaining pair of candidates. "Some of my childhood friends begged me to search them," he adds in. "Figured I could get away with it. But that's not really the point, is it? And if the dragons aren't actually interested in you, then it's a waste of time. In the end... just got to wait and see, I suppose." Beat. "I've interrupted, I'm sorry. Just find talking more interesting than eggs." "Selfish. Is a bit, yeah," Ajatha agrees and swerves her gaze to K'del, though the words are still for Mik. "Tell that to them. What's worse, one of them actually impressed. ..And another was mauled at the very same hatching." She sends a cautious glance toward the stairs, as if watching to see if someone else is coming to steal one of them, but no one comes, so she stretches out her legs and muses. "If they're not interested, then you just get a good tan if you're there long enough, or just a nice dose of roasting heat. Just hope you don't pass out. Had it happen a time or two to friends elseweyr." Mikandros scratches thoughtfully at one eyebrow with his thumb. "If," and that's a really big if, "Ma had been th'one t'ask me t'stand, I prolly woulda told her t'get stuffed, thinkin' it were one of her mean-spirited jokes." The not cheerful enough smile is eyed with a 'yeah sure whatever you say... not' expression. "Guess there's some as jus' can't give up th'dream of childhood, sir?" This twisting back and forth thing is for the wherries, and so he just sliiides along the bench until he can turn sideways, one leg being drawn up and booted foot resting on the seat. K'del and Ajatha both conveniently within his line of sight, now, rests his forearm across his bent knee. A wince for her words, "Hopin' nothin' like that happens here. 'S gonna be bad enough." "Now, now, don't put the fear of passing out into your fellow candidates," K'del mock-chides Ajatha, draping his arms over the railing, now, which results in him needing to slump quite heavily. "No one passed out up here. And it'll be winter, I guess - cold, at least. Outside. Might almost be pleasant in comparison. Anyway, as well as the tan and the heat, it's a pretty incredible close-up view of the action." For the rest, he adds in, "Probably right: dream of childhood and that. Holdbred, so it always felt like a pretty remote dream, until I ended up here." Ajatha just shakes her head and shrugs absently. "Mama got me to stand three times, but it wasn't for that. She actually saw something, I guess. Down South, where passing out is a real fear. At least one a hatching for three turns in a row. Mama's a weyrlingmaster, so she's on the sands every time." She beams quite innocently at K'del and shakes her head. "Likely not a fear here, but.." "I meant th'maulin', not th'passin' out," Mikandros feels the need to clarify. And even though no one's come beckoning him back to his chores, he rises to his feet. "This weren't exactly th'type of escape I was hopin' fer," he rumbles quietly to Ajatha, with the barest flicker of a glance towards K'del. "Y'take care. Don't get any soot on that pretty nose." A cheerful, teasing smile, before he nods again towards K'del, lifting his voice back to a meant-to-be-heard volume, "If ye'll excuse me, sir, I'd best get back t'kidlet wranglin'." Because children are unruly beasties that need herding, yes. He'll wait long enough to hopefully be dismissed, before trudging back down the stairs and out. K'del makes a face at Ajatha's comments, presumably in relation to standing that often, but his remark is lazier, softer: "Guess she must've, if someone else brought you up here. From Southern? Hope your luck is better, here." To Mikandros, he adds, "Maulings aren't that common, either, I'm told. Shouldn't worry too much." But his head bobs several times as the candidate excuses himself, before his gaze slides back towards Ajatha. Ajatha reflexively reaches up to brush at the tip of her nose in fervent search of the aforementioned soot and lifts a hand in a missed farewell at Mikandros' back absently, alighting her mercurial eyes toward the Weyrleader. "Guess so. Yeah, from Southern, though out of Ista this time. One should hope the maulings are better managed to be avoided. We had a few instances of our view being obstructed by storms or what have you, so." Another shrug. "How's life been treatin' you?" "Southern, via Ista," repeats K'del reflectively, shifting his elbows off of the railing again so that his hands can go back into his pockets. "Interesting. Must be a big change, coming up here." Though his brows raise and he looks, ultimately, surprised at mention of the view being obstructed, what he continues with is, "Most maulings, I'm told, relate to people not watching. Hope we'll keep you all more alert ahn that. Life? Oh - well. The tithe got stolen, I'm apparently younger than almost all the candidates... But, you know, not bad. How're you settling in?" "Couldn't tell you who searched me though," Ajatha scowls on that point and smooths the look away. "Little bit of a climate change from the sweltering heat to.. here, but not too bad once one is used to it. And.. sand in your face usually makes people not watch what's going on. High winds off the ocean, sweep sand into the cavern, or a massive storm. Been an unpredictable history there over the turns. Thinking that won't be a factor here." Her mouth flattens somewhat. "That's better than some, K'del. 'Cept the tithe part. And you aren't younger than -everyone-, I think. I'm settling in all right. No big tiffs in the barracks." Isziyo has connected. "/Rude/," says K'del, of the searching, making a face. "My apologies for that; should think we'd be better about that. That's the second report of--" He breaks off, and shakes his head instead. "Sounds... dramatic. Southern weather, I mean. We get storms, I suppose, but nothing like that. Plenty of snow." He seems more than willing to accept that his lot is better than some, even grinning wryly as he nods his agreement - except, of course, for the tithe part. "It is. Can't /really/ complain too much. And yeah, I'm exaggerating, I guess. Still. /Good/." For the last bit. "Seems like a nice bunch, those I've met." Tromp. Tromp. Tromp. For such a placid man, Isziyo walks with all the purpose of a Southern feline, each step set with heavy decision. The head-shaven man appears at the mouth of the galleries entrance, and scans the seating. His gaze flickers to K'del and Ajatha, who are acknowledged by a brief half-smile and nod; then he moves, with his selfsame impulse and direction, to settle a few rows up from the pair. Ajatha just shrugs her shoulders. "No worries. Could have been an incident, but it was avoided. Greenrider, really full of himself. Dragon's name was.. Adi-something, I think." Her eyes flick toward the stairs, the other benches pointedly, her tone dropping a bit. "Came into our infirmary - Ista's, that is - with a broken nose. Got one of our cooks and a young girl greenrider that'd nearly drowened not long behorehand - upset. Healer had to drag the sick-ish rider away before she make herself even sicker snapping at the man." If it bothers her any, then Jathi's hiding it well. Moving on, her manner's brightening. "Snow. Snow is good. Most one can do is freeze to death. And.. yeah, so farn so good, looks like. Hey." The latter, again's for Isziyo. K'del regreets Isziyo with a tilt of his head; he's still lingering near the railing, for now with hands dug into pockets, chatting amiably with Ajatha. Although his lips thin for her retelling of the story, he sounds more thoughtful as he repeats, "Adi--" and then: "Adiecyth? Gr'kaif? Sounds about right. She's a rotten flirt, that green, but sweet. Snow-- yeah. And then there's skating, and that's fun." Pause. "Only, maybe, six weeks to go? Suppose that feels like a while, but it isn't, really. Be nice to have Cadejoth not hanging out here all the time." Isziyo contemplates the scene for a moment, and is more inclined to say silent than contribute meanless trivial fripperies into an established conversation, so thus he stays silent. His gaze, however, roams the sands, lingering on this egg and then that one with a better's assessment. "Skating?" Ajatha actually perks up with something akin to interest at that and tilts her head at K'del. "Haven't been skating since I was a young kid. Went to Honshu once or twice for it - even betweened up here a few times. Mama was actually born here, so there's some manner of family - or was, back then." She abruptly clamps her mouth shut, so the history lesson ends there. "Gr'kaif. So that was the guy's name. Have to keep that in mind, next time I see him. And.. doesn't really feel like it's been that long, actually." Glancing back toward the silent one of the mountain men and out toward the eggs, she purses her mouth absently. "Got a betting pool going yet?" Perk. K'del's gaze slides back up towards Isziyo while Ajatha speaks, though his gaze returns to her when he actually opens up his own mouth. "Yeah, the skating is really good. I'm still not much good at it - didn't skate, at home - but the lake freezes over, and it's good fun." His head tips for her comments on Gr'kaif, while his lips draw out into a laugh for the rest. "Good. Flies by, I guess." As she glances up at Isziyo, his gaze returns there, expression still lingering towards the amused. Well? A dark brown-hued regard shifts from the eggs to Ajatha, which then encompasses K'del, and returns back to the eggs. "Indeed," Isziyo affirms, a slight smile tugging up the left side of his mouth in an ambiguous lopsided expression somewhere between a half-smile and a smirk. "Lest is our bookie, if you want in," he adds in his gravelly bass, gaze sweeping back to Ajatha in a moment or two. Ajatha nods at K'del in agreement. "It's been a while, but can't be that hard to remember, huh?" Something about the mention of betting pool quirks her already curving lips into a slow twitch upward. "Might have to have a little talk with Lest, then. Guess it does." At K'del, the latter. "Imagine it's one of those things that, once you learn, you don't really forget," agrees K'del, though his words taper off as the conversation begins to move on. "What kind of bets've you made? Or intend to make?" he wants to know, including both candidates within the question. "Cadejoth thinks the idea is abominable, of course, for some reason. But - I'm curious. What people think. Tiriana thinks it's an awful clutch, but I'm hoping we prove that wrong." "Mhmm," Isz agrees with Ajatha-getting-into-the-betting. He takes in K'del with that selfsame crooked smile, allowing, "We bet on what colors will hatch from what eggs. And I believe I overheard Lest saying he wanted to do a bet of which eggs hatch first - ah, the first three. Like a trifecta," he goes on to muse aloud, "Except instead of the first three to the finish line, it's the first three to break free." The large young man rolls a shoulder in an approximation of a shrug. Ajatha purses her mouth faintly at Tiriana's thought on the clutch and just shakes her head, so it's hard to tell if she's trying to keep back a smirk or a frown on the matter. "Sounds like Mama's dragon. Thinks it's a waste of time. Doesn't make it so. It's just good fun.. if you don't get addicted to it." Note, the woman's absent fingering of something slid up her sleeve, something suspiciously looking like a deck of cards. "Sounds like a good set up." "And?" K'del wants to know. "Hope you decided there'd be plenty of good, solid bronzes. The trifecta, though, that's an interesting one. Blind guessing, though, I suppose, all of it. Not like a runner with a reputation behind them. Mm, quite right." That's to Ajatha, though if he's noticed the cards - or whatever it is that looks like cards - he's not made a comment. "Just some fun. Keeps people occupied, anyway, thinking about it." "I think it is," Isziyo confirms in a soft-pitched tone, more to himself than to the pair. "Can't judge an egg's conformation, trace lineage, or look at how it's moving out today, either," he idly tacks on to K'del's statement. Hey, what can he say? Totally his verbal sweet spot. Runners. "Hopefully no green first, though. The superstitious would say that's bad luck." Ajatha offers needlessly and nods toward K'del. "And with all that going on, it's a welcome distraction, I'm sure. ..Though you can look back at the eggs' dam's hatching, and that of the granddams, see if there's a statistical similarity in the records of the order. Though I'm not sure whether anyone actually would keep up fwith it officially." Leova heads up a short flight of stairs from the bowl. "Half the time, you don't even see which hatchling came out of which egg, either." Where 'half the time' is the single hatching K'del stood at, and perhaps one or two elsewhere, since. "Too much happening at once. But. Yeah." He's leaning up against the railing, with the candidates sitting on the benches, albeit a couple of rows apart. "Definitely," he tells Ajatha. "Distractions are good. I hadn't thought-- I imagine no one does keep up with that kind of thing, no. Wonder if it actually has anything to do with that. /I'd/ say it's random, but..." He shrugs. Isziyo's face shifts into something of a scoff, if a scoff could be an expression. "I've never understood greens as bad luck," Isziyo states, after a moment. "What makes a green any less significant than, say, a brown?" Metallics, as babymakers, are discarded off the bat, or so it would appear. "A brown, first, is to indicate stability in the weyr. I've never understood that." Isz grew up with these superstitions-- doesn't mean he ever bought into any. Cool-if-not-cold, damp evening. Warm, dry galleries. It's a no-brainer, really, that brings Leova towards the galleries, though she pauses just inside the shelter to unclasp her green-knotted jacket and sling it over one arm. She scans the place. Stays paused, for a little while, to let voices echo her way. And begins to pick her way, slowly, along that second-lowest tier. Ajatha glances toward K'del with a nod of her head his way. "Someone in the galleries might see something, though. Above our eye level. And I had a feeling they might not, but, it's sometihng interesting. And it's likely random - which one wants to get out more and is strong enough to break shell. ..Greens are more numerous and faster and more agile and the like. Brown first? I've heard a bronze is the desired sign, good luck and whatnot." When someone else comes up, she lifts her hand in a wag of fingers lazily. "More likely to have a green than anything else, statistically speaking," K'del says, by way of agreement with Isziyo. "Don't reckon it matters much myself, either, so long as the dragons are healthy." And there are, as previously stated, plenty of bronzes. "Mm, suppose from the galleries it's a bit different. Still, it all happens pretty fast. Don't remember what was first, when I Impressed. Definitely not bronze, but it was still a good clutch." Ajatha's wag of fingers draws his attention around, seeking out the target with a vague glance. Attentive to her surroundings, the greenrider gives the blonder of the candidates an easy if sharp-eyed nod, and the taller a look that's no less appraising. "Evening," Leova further greets as she nears, tacking on a, "Weyrleader," after barely a pause, just a little curve to one corner of her mouth. Isziyo glances over to Leova's entrance, and he nods respectfully to the woman. "Ma'am," he greets in a neutral tone, glancing over to K'del after a moment. "That's what I would have thought," he states, though to what exact statement of the other man's makes him sound vaguely satisfied... that's anyone's guess. The candidate stares off over the sands, to the back caverns, a contemplative expression about his face. Attentive to her surroundings, the greenrider gives the blonder of the candidates an easy if sharp-eyed nod, and the taller, one of his own that's no less appraising. "Evening," Leova further greets as she nears, tacking on a, "Weyrleader," after barely a pause, just a little curve to one corner of her mouth. And afterward? She, too, glances briefly into the upper galleries. Ajatha inclines her head vaguely and tips her head to the side in consideration. "Oh, definitely. Make up at least half the hatchings I've ever been to. Think I've only seen a handful that have hatched bronze first. Not that it matters. It's just an amusing bit of trivia." She even curtails her amusement momentarily. "Ma'am." K'del's glance in Leova's direction at that use of his title is a twisted one, a good deal unimpressed tempered, at least, by the way it fades towards amusement. He saw that mouth of hers, then. "/Greenrider/. If we're going to be like that." His gaze doesn't linger, returning towards the candidates to bob his head in agreement. "Right. Imagine you lot'll be more interested in the hatchlings than the marks, on the day, though, right?" "I would imagine so, yes," Isziyo wryly concurs with K'del, his gaze tracking past him to Ajatha and then shifting swiftly over to Leova. Too many people to keep track of, or maybe he's simply run out of words -not that he was a fount of such to begin with. The man leans back in his seat, sprawling arms on either side of him, and simply closes his eyes, enjoying the warmth for the time being. "Reckoned it'd be safer," the greenrider returns amiably. "Since we haven't talked particularly, since." And how long's it been? Long enough for Cadejoth's queen to clutch, plus change. Leova takes herself a seat by Isziyo's knee, but it's to look at Ajatha, or whatever of the younger woman's expression she gives her. Isziyo has disconnected. "One would think so," Ajatha accepts the general consensus as her own with a general mirthful spark to her tone, but the greenrider's attention spared to her squirks one slim brow, offering no expression out of the ordinary other than curiosity. The curtailed amusement? Is quite back and brightening her eyes, as if it never left. Maybe she's just following Isziyo's example and being quiet for a change, glancing between the three. "Evening." Blithely. Leova's response seems to be reasonably enough, according to K'del's expression: he nods, shrugs, then adds, "K'del's still fine, unless it's business." That seems, for the moment, to be the bulk of the conversation on offer, the rest having petered out, so he pushes on blithely. "Anyway. Imagine we'll get you out on the sands to touch the eggs in another... while. Not sure how long. Probably a few more weeks or something." 'Lame' may be a better word, ultimately, then 'blithe'. Leova breaks off observing Ajatha, with that hinted-at smile once again, to nod back to the other rider for all that she doesn't repeat the younger man's name. "One of the candidates was mentioning as how Tiriana made it seem, they might not get to go visit at all." But she says it lightly, as though it were just the sort of threat candidates might get for any or every clutch. "If we get the chance," Ajatha offers up, rubbing her hand over her arm lazily. "She was threatening it, if we didn't impress her. Wanted us to entertain her. Something tells me she didn't get impressed with us." The mirth spikes another quirk of a smile to come to her mouth, but she reins it in to a sunny little half-smile. "Ran off after she threw a book at one of the boys." K'del, for a moment, looks as though he'd like to roll his eyes, but he restrains himself at what is probably the last minute, and remarks, instead, "I'm sure she's bluffing. All bluster, no bite, right? Though, of course, Iovniath still hasn't let Cadejoth on the sands. Did she really throw a book at one of the boys? Which one?" Boy, not book, presumably. The greenrider scrubs her cheek with her knuckles, all the way up to her temple and down, as though that might make it go away. "Poor book," she mutters, low. Ajatha, ever bright, ever too sunny, sinks her teeth into her botton lip to keep from grinning. Doesn't work too well. "She really threw a book at one of them. I forget whose book it was, but she went and threw it at.. Bet-Betatal? Whatever his name is. ..Betegal! Think that's it. Was playing at being asleep, but didn't last long. Then she flopped onto his bed - with the boy still on it. Just there to harrass us, really, I'm sure." The name doesn't seem to mean much to K'del, though he nods along easily enough. "Playing at being a sleep? Like that'd ever work." Leova's comment, just caught, draws amusement from the young rider, though his next comment is more general. "Oh, without a doubt. Got to be a bit boring, Iovniath on the sands all the time. And she's..." Pause. "Easily bored." Leova slides a glance K'del's way, and moves back to a different sort of specifics than Tiriana's boredom threshold: "Don't reckon I heard /your/ name," she mentions to Ajatha. "Or his," this with a nod after Isziyo. "Nor if you Stood before... Leova, green Vrianth's." "'Course it doesn't. Can't postpone the inevitable." Ajatha notes. "Guess she didn't find what she was looking for. She kinda ran out of there.. pretty quickly." Remarkable how quickly her smile can become one that's quite neutral, though the mirth just increased tenfold in her eyes. The mention of her name lifts her chin at Leova with a neat return of her smile. "Ajatha, out of Ista, formerly of Southern. Never stood here. That.. Isziyo, I think his name is." "I didn't either." Hear names, presumably; that comment comes before Ajatha actually responds. "Well met, Ajatha." K'del's got his gaze more firmly on the candidate, now, considering the mirth in her gaze rather than her expression. "Sure she'll calm down in time." Tiriana. "As much as she ever does." "Thanks." And: Stand anywhere else?" Leova promptly asks, though she keeps her voice quieter than K'del's. "Ajatha." She shifts on the stone, sliding her jacket around for better padding, one hand planted on the flat of the bench to support her easy lean. Ajatha grants the words a nod in acknowledgement. "Good to meet you both. And I've Stood only at Southern before. Left there to settle at Ista as a bartender. Then that greenrider.. Gr'kaif was his name? Came and brought me here. And I'm sure she will, much as ever. I hear a mercurial temper runs in her family." Good naturedly. "You know her family?" The question pops out before K'del can hold it back, his interest evident upon his expression. But then, reluctantly, turning his head around to glance at the up-in-the-ledges presence of Cadejoth: "Hold that thought. Being called away. Nice to have met you, Ajatha. See you both around." "Mm." Southern. Bartender. Gr'kaif. "If he's," and here Leova cuts off, sends a wry sort of wave K'del's way. Waits until he's gone before, "If he's Adiecyth's. Stood with me." Then, "How long'd you work as a bartender, anyhow? Stopped by the Snowasis yet, professional-like?" You head down a short set of stairs to the bowl. |
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