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| RL Date: 8 June, 2015 |
| Who: Alida, Ilicaeth, Edyis, Akluseth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Talk over drinks leads to a plan of ambush. |
| Where: HRW: Rider's Lounge |
| When: Day 10, Month 13, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Cold, cloudy, snow flurries. |
| Mentions: Jo/Mentions, Lilah/Mentions, R'hin/Mentions, Quielle/Mentions, N'gan/Mentions |
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| While Ilicaeth's up on the Rim, hanging out with a few other dragons known to do the same, his rider is imbibing some decidedly winter-type grog in the Lounge, Alida sipping cautiously from her second mug of steaming, sweet-tart cider. Apparently the blonde's been here a little while, given the vague dusting of salt grains upon the table top she sits at, and from the farewell lift of hand (and a low grunt) given to a former tablemate...the male brownrider nodding to the bluie as he rises, and picks his way through the small crowd back outside to the ledge. Edyis is grateful as boots hit the ledge, Already feeling the rush of air as Akluseth's muscles tense launching back into the air behind her, the brown wheeling up and off in the direction of the star stones. A brush of sable curls from her face and she's stepping through the entry, aiming for the bar if left to her own devices. Perhaps notably there are no notes or pages to study on her person. « Kid... » is Ilicaeth's gritty, affable baritone greeting to Akluseth as he watches the weyrling brown alight, then take flight again after dropping his rider off, the blue neither expecting nor turning away the younger dragon's attention. His rider is just as astute, Alida noting Edyis' entrance, and lifting her steaming mug on high in a silent salute that hopefully catches the weyrling's attention as Ed approaches the bar. A few of the other riders up here in the Lounge take some assessing glances at the 'new meat' entering the place, but only one has enough idiocy/chutzpah to comment aloud, "Wouldn't mind tapping *that*." Grin. For Ilicaeth's greeting, there is only that familiar rushing current, filled with restless energy and glittering shapes twisting in the fathomless depths. Mischief at work no doubt. Is he moving in the direction of the star stones? As for Edyis, she picks her poison leaning against the bar a moment ink dark eyes flicking in the direction of the comment. A sharp edged smile curls it's way lazily over her lips, as she lifts the mug to the onlookers, before inviting herself over to where Alida is sitting, wanted or not. "Nice to see the lounge so full." She murmurs lifting her mug, to all appearances seeming perfectly at ease. There's only his own heated, Igen-sandy sense of gritty humor offered in return to Akluseth's potential feeling of mischief, Ilicaeth soon returning his focus to chatting up the other, darker blue dragon and the bronze settled companionably nearby upon the Rim. Inside, Alida remains quiet as she observs Edyis' reaction to the brownrider who commented on the weyrling's 'tapability,' the bluie only breaking her silence once Ed joins her at her small table near the back of the place. "You been through the wingleader-second rotation, yet?" Sip. "Heard Z'kiel's in charge, right now." Edyis smirks, "No thank Faranth." On Z'kiel, she chuckles darkly, "Seems like he's out to prove something, but then he's always been one to do a thing properly if he does it at all. Seems like so far, everyone's staying in line." Leaning back a little, "Not as easy to round up the stragglers now though with half the group in weyrs. Things are almost starting to feel normal again." "Well, don't let it catch ya by surprise. All uv' my own class got stuffed inta' either 'leader 'r 'second positions," Alida mumbles around a pretzel rod she nabs from a small basket at the inner side of the table. Munch-shrug. "How's 'is style goin' over with the others?" For mention of stragglers, there's a knowing little half-smirk. "Two uv' my class' naughty ones didn' get their own weyrs almost until Graduation. *I* got the fuck outta' that place as soon as I could." Out of the Barracks. Snert. "Enjoyin' yer own digs?" Those clear green eyes are in casual observance mode of Edyis. "Too early to tell. The hour earlier thing has earned him some enemies I am sure; he is one for the more traditional roles of a Weyr." Edyis lifts her mug and takes another long pull, "I may never again study in public." She states perfectly deadpan. "Has it's perks and downsides. It feels nice to have a place of our own, for the first time in turns I don't feel like I'm living out of a box on someone else's good will." A contented sigh escapes. Instead of offering her opinion on Z'kiel and his ways, Alida remains silent (aside from crunching pretzels, of course), listening to Edyis expound some on the conditions of her own weyrling class...until the brownrider makes that studying comment. Instantly, there's a skiff of ironic humor huffing past the bluerider's lips, 'lida's eyes glittering merrily for a moment before she quiets once more to sip from her mulled cider. "Nice feelin', ain't it?" is commented low, but with a similar intensity to the weyrling. "Only time I vaguely remember not bein' penned up with others is when I was little." Shrug. "How's Farideh handlin' all the goldrider shit?" Smirk...beat. "Feel free ta ask yer own questions, since I'm apparently grillin' *you*." Eyeroll. So (silently) comments lord Ilicaeth of the Rim, out there beyond them. « You sound kinda' like yer Captain after the cothold incident... » Ilicaeth's response is dryly humored as he picks a little at his lifemate. (Ilicaeth to Alida) « Happy *now*? » Alida coments only a little tartly to the blue. Snerk. (Alida to Ilicaeth) "It is, and I can't really remember a time where I wasn't surrounded by people, even when I was younger. There were my sisters and brothers, seemed like there were always people around really." She snorts, "Between you, Jo, and R'hin I am quite used to being shamelessly pumped for information. But since you ask, how is our little venture faring? I'd like to start putting a few marks into the weyr. Simple things, like citrius or ginger teas, a few good bottles of wine and something good for getting people to talk." She grins. Though mention of Farideh has her frowning, "Hard to say, haven't been as close since impression, I probably should fix that. I wanted to give her some space though." "Ain't easy, especially if one's given ta' enjoying their own company..." the bluie comments, looking into her mug of cider for a few moments, then lifting her gaze back up and over to Edyis. There's a rumble-grunt of dark humor for the other's words of being a fount of information, and the blonde shakes her braided head ruefully while noting low, "Tough gettin' out uv that habit. It's earned me a few... okay, *more* than a few sour first impressions from others." Smirk, eyeroll. Quietly to Edyis inqury - Alida's lips barely moving as she responds - is murmured, "Pretty good, 'specially now that we're past the initial offerings. Pickin' up the pace some...still slow-ish, but steady interest. Important part is that it's growin'." Grin, sip. "Been gettin' a few reports that people 're startin' ta wonder just where this stuff's comin' from, an' when the Journeyman who's obviously brewin' it'll make Master." Wink. "Speakin' uv' business, I'll have yer next round uv' marks sometime next sevenday, likely." Teas? "Maybe yer kinder nature c'n see through ta get somemore mint tea...an' more uv the stuff that Zay used ta like. That orangey-spicey stuff." Though her expression is composed, there's still a hint of sadness in the blonde's eyes for the fomer Weyrwoman. More sipping leads to a less melancholy tack, word of Farideh earning Ed a thoughful look, and finally a clipped, "Yeah. Ain't easy ta make, 'r even keep real friends in this place." Beat. "Plus, as my more mercenary side prompts me ta remind ya, it rarely ever hurts ta be on the good side uv' those in power." How fitting is it, then, that the bluerider's lips twist themselves into a decidedly bitter, dark moue for a moment? "I thought about that actually, those teas she used to serve." Quieter, now with the thought. "Not sure what He'd think of that, He's a strange old man. For all that we talked and drank together, I don't know much more about him than he ran afoul of the craft hall." She takes a pull from her mug, somehow amused by that notion. "Friends are easy, enough to make; it's the keeping that proves a challenge. Anybody can learn to be charming for thirty minutes, it's the long game most fail at." Snorting self depreciatingly. "Doesn't help that I'm a terrible friend either, really would like to take a nice Benden Red to Lilah, I heard that gold of hers finally clutched." There's a small, but decisive little nod from Alida when Terren is spoken of again, the blonde intentionally glossing over mention of Azaylia as she responds, "I ain't got any problem with lettin' Terren keep ta' himself, especially if that's what 'e wants." The bluerider can be quite circumspect. She does snerk softly at Edyis' words of the ease of making friends, however. "Speak for yerself." Beat. "*Anybody?* is then inquired with a critical, mocking lilt to her alto. Including Alida herself? "Terrible, *how*?" Pause, peer. "Yer friends with Lilah?" Sip. "I know ya knew 'er in passing, but..." Shrug. "Mm, it's easy. Just lie your ass off." A beat, smirking as she adds, "And don't get caught." She passes over the terrible bit and focuses more on talk of the Fortian Goldrider. "She's is interesting," the brownrider offers with a lift of her shoulders, "I like interesting people." "Ahhh..." Alida comments in humorously-mocking fashion back to Edyis, the older women smirking tightly while chortling a little. "It's the 'don't get caught' that c'n be the real bitch." Of Lilah, "Well...yeah." Smirk, nod. "That one's got a skeleton 'r two in 'er closet... at least ta *my* gut feeling." Sip. "She's got that whole 'distancing' thing down, too. Good fer someone in 'er shoes. Keeps the vtols away." Alida finally finds herself peering over at the youthful brownie for that last statement, and then commenting in her usual, glib fashion, "You are *not* shittin'. You collect 'interestings' the way I collect..." Handwave. What? Edyis laughs, deeply. "You just need more practice," knocking back the rest of her glass before Alida again has her snorting. "Is that what I do? Collect them?" Dark eyes move casually over the bar, before resting back on the bluerider. "If I could collect them, I would wager I'd be a very different person than the one sitting here." She sighs. "I don' *wanna* practice too much bullshittery..." Alida comments, her tone a mix of wry and almost-sullen, the woman taking another deep draught that leaves only a third of the potent cider left in her mug. To Edyis' 'collection,' Alida notes almost chipperly while counting on her fingers, "Let's see. Y've sorta befriended R'hin, me, Jo, Lilah, an' perhaps a few uv yer clutchmates, as well. If that ain't a damned good start on a 'collection,' I don't know what is." Beat. "Hm. Make that 'collection uv the damned.'" Smirk. Green eyes follow Ed's look to the bar for a moment, then resettle on the sighing brownrider as the bluie quiets, thinks a little bit. After some moments of cogitation, her alto notes briskly to her tablemate, "How 'bout this: you an' I 'll make a sorta-surprise trip up ta Fort ta congratulate Lilah an' Eliyaveith on those eggs. It's a good excuse fer drinkin' amongst good acquaintances, at least." Smirk. "As long as Akluseth doesn't mind ya bein' gone fer awhile, anyway." Shrug. Edyis smirks, "Still wouldn't call it a collection, I call it trouble. Jo especially." There is something almost affectionate in that statement. That smile is certianly a self-satisfied one. "I think Akluseth can manage, though if he gets too bored he might just talk to every dragon in Fort, again." She taps her fingers against the mug, once twice and thrice. "That sounds like a plan, and if I know Lilah, she could probably use a friendly face or three." "A collection of trouble, then?" Alida offers as a meeting point, the blonde then sniggering at mention of Jo...and taking notice of that self-satisfaction of Edyis'. Very iiiintersting. "Every dragon? An' here I thought Ilicaeth was the natterer..." Eyeroll, snirt. "We'll work it out. Try an' keep some uv yer evenings sorta' open this next sevenday. I'll try an' round up some choice bits uv tempting food from the Kitchens...one uv' the cooks owes me, anyway." Smirk. "Yeah...no shit. Even tougher after that little green..." At that, she zips her lip. Even the hardened blonde manages to look somewhat upset at the thought of a baby dragon's untimely death. To free herself of a faint thickness in her throat, Alida pounds down the rest of her mug in four quick draughts, then sets it down in favor of taking up a last pretzel rod. "Gonna get goin'; got a few things I need ta take care uv' before we turn in. You hear anything interesting about all this stuff, have Ak give' 'caeth a ping." Edyis grins a little wildly at that. "I suppose it is, and, it is a date. Need to get away from this place for a while, anyway." She smiles. "Have a good night Al." |
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