Logs:Nightcaps
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| RL Date: 10 March, 2015 |
| Who: Farideh, Edyis, Leova |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: There's a turnday party at Snowasis, but Leova, Edyis, and Farideh are all there for different reasons. |
| Where: Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 20, Month 3, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Cold. Clear. |
| Mentions: Nita/Mentions, R'hin/Mentions, E'nest/Mentions, Drex/Mentions |
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>---< Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr(#555RJ) >----------------------------------<
The Snowasis is rarely quiet, and even then, the high-ceilinged former
weyr is kept from echoing by the fantastical booths tucked into its
convoluted perimeter. The secluded seating spaces have been shaped from
the truncated stalagmites that escaped the smoothing of the main floor,
and are both softened and separated by colorful hangings that are thick
and opaque enough to make each corner its own private nook.
Some of the smaller stalactites still roam the ceiling, their jagged teeth
tracing a bumpy, inverted spine to the hearth. There, a thick rug with a
low klah table and comfortable armchairs and couches sit, their upholstery
and cushions changed sporadically to match the season: bright, light
colors in the summer, fresh greens and yellows in the spring, warm
autumnals in fall, and clear, rich hues for winter. Small tables litter
the rest of the cavern, enough to fit up to four people each, while stools
stand along the smooth wooden bar behind which is the passthrough window
to the kitchen. Glass-paneled cabinetry behind the bar provides a clear
view of the available liquors, the many colors reflecting the soft light
of glows tucked into strategic niches around the cavern. In Snowasis, there's easy comfort and warmth, and by full night it's standing room only. From the cheers and chants, it's not hard to ascertain that one of Icicle's wingriders is celebrating a turnday, and many have turned out for the event. Farideh's at the bar, sandwich between two slight blueriders whom are trying their hardest to make the brunette laundress laugh. They succeed, her laughter mingling with the cacophony of sounds filling the pace. She's dressed in simple attire consisting of a cream sweater and gray pants that are nearly worn through at the knees, her hair slicked back into a runner tail. Her demeanor is relaxed, fingers wrapped around the side of her glass, which is half-filled with a something yellow and sweet-smelling. Laughter comes easily, light and airy from the throat of a former-scribe as she enters in the company of a Savannah greenrider. The pair parting ways when Edyis is abandoned in favor of E'nest who seems to have already procured a table. Dark eyes scan the overcrowded bar as she brushes loose curls back from her face, hair free from its usual braid. Dressed sharply in a fashion, crimson tunic, leather vest and pants, clothes typical of the nights she works the Lounge. Dark eyes mark the Laundress at the bar and with a smile, she heads over to order, landing on the side of the bluerider to Farideh's left. "White, Southern if you have any." The man on her right leans towards Farideh to be heard over the din, but the laundress is already looking down the bar, leaning forward on her forearms, to see Edyis around the second dragonrider. "Hey," she greets brightly, her lips quirking into a smile. "It's crazy in here. Did you just get in?" When she speaks, it's loudly, to ensure that the other girl can hear her over the deep baritones and sharp chortles around them. Edyis grins nodding, setting loose curls to bounce. Edyis raises her voice to be heard, though it remains the same soft soprano as ever. "I just completed my shift at the Lounge, and I wanted something a little sweeter than rotgut. Someone has been complaining that I always break into their liquor cabniet, so Nita and I thought we'd hit the Snowasis." She peers back to the greenrider who is already at the table with a Savannah bluerider. "I think E'nest already has a table, I didn't want to go without saying Hello though. Looks like you have plenty of company of your own." Grinning at the pair of blueriders. With all the activity going on around her, Farideh leans even farther forward. "I can't imagine what something called rotgut tastes like," she says, wrinkling her nose pertly. "You've never met these guys?" A thumb is thrown to the taller of the two first and then his companion; their curious stares fall on Edyis in near-unison. "I didn't know they were having a thing here. It's been a trying sevenday and I just wanted a drink before bed. I wasn't expecting--" Her hand flicks out to encompass the shifting crowd in a single gesture. It's not from the crowd that the dragonhealer emerges, but from the back room: special access from or for her weyrmate? "Next time," she tells whoever's still in there, over her shoulder. "Yes. Not that. Yes, the other." Leova turns then, to make her way past the bar and through the crowd and possibly into the night, if Glacier doesn't catch her first. Only: "Edyis?" Surprise. Edyis laughs brightly. "It tastes about as good as it sounds, but tends to be quite cheap. Ask that sailor friend of yours sometimes, he seems to like carrying bottles of it about." Of the riders, she grins to the both of them. "Can't say that I have, no -" But a familiar voice derails her train of thought and has dark eyes scanning and then widening along with her smile, "Leova! I didn't expect to run into you here!" After a beat, she takes note of the direction the dragonhealer comes from with a curious lift of her brow. "Farideh have you met Leova yet? Leova this," The scribe pointing to the girl sandwiched between two blueriders at the bar, "Is Farideh." "Really?" Farideh sounds amazed as she straightens up and stares quizzically at the bottles behind the bar. "I'll have to ask--" And then there's Leova and a brief introduction, and the laundress is turning, putting the edge of the bar at her back to study the older woman. Those blueriders give each other looks over Farideh's head, before one mutters, "Gonna go stake out the place. Later." Not that she is paying them any mind, now that there's someone new to consider, but her hand lifts in an absent-minded wave after they've already started shouldering their way through the crowd. "Hi. Leova? I'm Farideh," even if Edyis has already said it. "Evening," the greenrider greets. The space those blueriders leave is space she can step into, for the moment. Amber eyes consider the second girl. Then, "Leova, aye. Laundry, isn't it?" She slants a look at Edyis before adding, "Looks like there's another group coming in, by the by. Leastways, just as soon as they untangle themselves from the bench out there." In case they want to put in any more requests at the bar sooner over later. Edyis watches the glance between the riders, amused, even more so when they leave. Frowns at mention of another group coming in, even as her wine arrives. "Thank you for the warning. How have things been in the Dragon Infirmary? " The former scribe asks lifting her glass. "Yes, I work in the laundry," Farideh replies. Her eyes widen, surprised at the woman's knowledge, but it's not a wholly unpleasant reaction. "I don't know whose turnday it is, just that they must be very popular." She picks up her glass from the bar and doesn't seem intent on ordering another, taking one step away so as to give room to anyone else who might have a need. "Quiet. More than the other one," Leova says, dry. "Like to think it will stay that way, Belior's only just past full." As a note of explanation, "Laundry's an, ah. Important place in our youngests' lives. I'm afraid more of it cycles through than really should, though they say it's normal for the type." A glance crowd-wards becomes a look back, tinged with awkwardness. "Anyhow, reckon you've enough shop talk for the night." She takes her own step back, though not in the same direction. "That or people just love to crash a good party?" Edyis adds with a chuckle, falling silent and listening. She does smile at the mention of the laundry. "Hopefully, it will stay quiet." Claiming her drink as the others seem to be stepping back. "I will see you two around then?" She asks before making her way over to the table where her companions are waiting. The laundress listens with a rapt expression, but the more Leova talks, the more her brows come down to furrow and by the end, she looks lost. "A little. That's why I came. For a drink--" Farideh smiles considerately, and waves to Edyis when she leaves. "I should-- go. Before that other group comes in. It was nice to meet you, Leova." Her nod of farewell is sincere, before she's moving to maneuver her way through the crowd and out into the cold night air. |
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