Logs:Bad Weather Gather
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| RL Date: 16 February, 2015 |
| Who: V'ros, X'vae, Z'riah |
| Type: Log |
| What: Snowdrift hangs out at the gather in bad weather. Z'riah tags along. |
| Where: Crom Hold |
| When: Day 10, Month 1, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Wind and snow make for very bad weather today. The visibility is low, making travel dangerous. |
| Mentions: Alida/Mentions |
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>---< Crom Hold(#1196RAJ) >--------------------------------------------------<
Like many Holds of Pern, Crom is built within the shelter of a solid panel
of rock. An expansive courtyard rests beneath this shelter, leaving up
towards massive stone-wrought doors and a wide deck of smoothed boulders.
The distinctive shadows of the watchdragon's ledge, the drumheights, and
the fireheights rise high on the cliff and dotted along the wall are
windows that are either flung open or shuttered depending on the weather
or, more dangerously, Thread. Vegetation is lacking in this mine-based
Hold, though the carts and beaten paths of miners returning home weave in
twisted circles about the Hold, leading far off towards the furthest
reaches of the few mines untouched near Crom itself.
A proud Hold, the crests and banners of the family flap in the wind,
hanging from the highest windows of the stone walls.
Wind and snow make for very bad weather today. The visibility is low,
making travel dangerous. It is awful weather, but trust Snowdrift not to be bothered by it beyond taking the usual precautions. It's good practice! So the Crom gather can have their marks, if perhaps few others'. It's become a lackluster affair with the snow still coming down and the wind carrying it in absurd gravity-defying directions. Still, Snowdrift has taken over some tables in the dance pavilion, that isn't so much about dancing as drinking and eating at this hour of the afternoon, though a couple apprentice harpers have been given the stage for 'character building.' It's not just Snowdrift riders, strictly, some of their partners or good friends have been allowed to tag along and the arriving X'vae has Z'riah in tow, the former dressed in appropriate if neither flashy nor expensive looking gather attire in the form of dress leathers that have seen turns of use (probably before X'vae owned them, even). "Afternoon," he greets the sitting/wining/dining bunch, sliding into an empty seat and making gesture for Z'riah to join him. Z'riah is wearing dress leathers that are similar to X'vae's but just a little bit flashier. Because Z'riah. Surely he's already made comments to the bluerider about how the weather is as good a reason as ever to live anywhere but where they've settled, but he's probably not too serious about it. He has personal reasons to stay in the great white North now that don't even have to do with his bestie, after all. "Hey," he greets the Snowdrift riders as he settles into the seat beside X'vae. Look how good he's being! Luck is(n't) with one of Snowdrift's brownriders today. Standing to the side, a tall mug in hand, V'ros is listening, with as neutral as an expression as he can muster, to a trio of smiths argue back and forth about a trivial issue. He takes slow sips from the foamy top of his drink every now and then, but otherwise makes no sound; they've likely forgotten he exists, by now. His wingmate's arrival, followed by a certain greenrider, easily gains his attention. Brown eyes are intense in their staring, until they flick back to the crafters and he makes an gesture of apology, but they just keep on talking. "Hey", V'ros mutters to X'vae, pulling out a chair and sitting in it facing the chair's back, legs straddling the seat. Z'riah just gets a brooding look. No doubt being friends with Z'riah has granted X'vae a certain level of either tolerance for or perhaps obliviousness to awkward situations. "Sideways snow," AmIRight? He remarks with an appropriate amount of excited respect for the weather phenomenon. "It's really interesting, the visibility, as it differs from sideways rain, and the heft of the snow versus rain against wingsails," blah blah blah, nerd. "You and Zmeyth have an alright time getting here?" It's congenial inquiry that doesn't seek to question competence, just show wingmately concern. And then, almost an afterthought, "Oh, this is Z'riah," who possibly some of the people here have already met. Maybe. If there was any question of Z'riah having met anyone before, he makes it pretty obvious. "Hey!" is offered to V'ros despite the brooding look. Maybe he doesn't see it for what it is, or maybe he just doesn't care that it probably means something. "Zmeyth won Yizi's last flight." So, obviously, Z'riah and V'ros are great friends now. The greenrider seems pleased enough to see him, anyway. Especially if it means they don't have to talk about how fascinating the weather is in regards to flying through it. "Real interesting," the brownrider comments. "Zmeyth likes the challenge. Can't say I enjoy it." V'ros shrugs his shoulders, the thick collar of his jacket bouncing with the movement. He would probably rather listen instead of talk, but Z'riah's introduction earns a mirthless smile. "Yeah. We know each other." That's all he's got to say about that, and swiftly redirects to X'vae, folding his arms on the back of the chair, his mug just below chin-level. "Heard about Glacier getting pulled at High Reaches Hold?" For once, something political-y has interested him. "Oh," is simple, and nodding. Perhaps his brief, "Zaz caught Yizi in her first flight," is meant to simply say 'ain't no thang,' but he doesn't linger on the topic. Flights happen. Greens rise, blues and browns catch (bronzes if one's unlucky), it's how things roll in a Weyr. "Yeah, interesting stuff." Possibly more interesting than even sideways snow, if one can believe it. X'vae looks to Z'riah in a very 'take it away, Zif' way, what with his dress leathers bearing the badge of Glacier. Hopefully everyone won't be completely disappointed by Z'riah's, "Yeah, guess they're done with us. It was pretty boring, anyway. But I found some surly gentlemen to keep me company a few times, so not all was lost." Because everyone's interested in the greenrider's personal life rather than what actually happened at the hold, right? "Thinking about asking for a transfer, actually. Glacier has its good times, but not sure it meshes great with Yizi, you know?" Yes, he will throw his sensitive dragon under the bus. Easier than admitting his own faults, after all. V'ros' eyes lift to the greenrider, blankly. "Boring?" He sounds thrilled. "Figured Glacier wasn't a good fit.. up there.. anyway. Not with sensitive issues like that." He shrugs, taking a long drink from his mug, and drops his gaze to the table top. "Where you going to go? Alpine? Taiga?" "What was that meeting all about anyway?" X'vae is apparently not completely satisfied with Z'riah's flippant dismissal of the whole thing, and if he's interested in the greenrider's time-occupying flings, it's only because such an admission requires him to roll his eyes. While the other two are talking of wing fits, he takes the opportunity to flag down a server. Perhaps he's already aware of Zif's wingly considerations, they do live together after all. Z'riah eyes V'ros for a moment like he doesn't understand... any of him. Then he's glancing at X'vae, then back at V'ros. "Just that weird bluerider apologizing for being weird." He's probably not the sort of guy you'd want as a witness or anything. Or is he exactly the sort of guy? Anyway, "I was sort of thinking about Snowdrift, actually. I kind of miss being in a wing with Xev here. We work best as a pair. Don't we, Xev?" The last question is rhetorical, but it gives him an excuse to elbow the bluerider while he's distracted with getting a server's attention. Silence is a viable answer when one doesn't understand what's being spoken, or understand a particular person. "Uh." V'ros takes advantage of one of their other wingmates hailing him from across the way, and tips his mug to X'vae. "Later." To Z'riah, "Maybe." And then he's up and moving, leaving the Monaco pair behind, and all talk of Glacier or Snowdrift. The elbow makes X'vae, "Ow," but it brings his attention back to his companions in time to say, "Later," and then give Zif a roll of his eyes, "You want in, you'll have my vouch for you, but I'm still the new guy, so I'm not sure how much it's worth. But it's not like you lack any of the training I had," except the advanced healerly stuff. "I bet our wingleader back home would give you a rec since he gave me one," is suggested before he's shifting to nudge Z'riah with his thigh to indicate he'd like to get up. "Food?" The greenrider watches after the brownrider for a few moments before he's focusing more directly on X'vae. "So long as you'd be okay with it." But Z'riah probably figures the bluerider already would've said something if he weren't. And then he's moving to get up because apparently food sounds like a damned good idea. |
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