Logs:Of Celebrations
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| RL Date: 30 July, 2006 |
| Who: A'tan, Ayana, Balinne, Bayan, Caitlyn, Cynara, Delu, K'ylon, L'sen, M'wen, Moyra, R'hin, Yaria |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| When: Day 26, Month 7, Turn 8 (Interval 10) |
| Your location's current time: 19:36 on day 26, month 7, Turn 58, of the Tenth Pass. It is a summer evening. Leiventh> Neiveth senses that Leiventh's crimson tones splash in abrupt contact, reaching out. « Mine goes to Ista to attend Kyreth's rider's party. Does yours wish to come? Teonath's attends as well. » Leiventh senses that Neiveth agrees at once, enthusiastically, « Definitely! We'll meet yours there--L'sen's just getting ready now. » You fly to the widest part of the beach and land. You clamber down Leiventh's side to the ground, as the dragon rumbles softly. Ista Weyr Beach: North(#522RJMs) Sunset at the beach: as the cool wind blows in from over the waters, the sallow sun slips below the wave-tossed sea that fades from green to black. The light of Rukbat washes the beach, the forests to your south, and the great black rock of the Weyr behind you in crimson light. The stars climb up over the Weyr and the plateau to your east, rising above the mist cast by the dancing waterfall that glows in a million firey rainbows. The black sands of the beach stretch for kilometres to the north and south, following the shoreline of the plateau. Below the pastel beauty of the blue-green sunset sky to the west, the dark smudges of the Ista Isles float on the sea, like the coils of some mythical monster. The wet summer season oppresses the island with high humidity and sweltering temperatures. As the sun sets, the sun shines from a clear, blue sky and the air hardly moves more than a whisper. To the northwest, a bridge arches over the stream. To the south, the beaches continue to where long docks stretch far into the bay. Contents: Leiventh Boskyth Kyreth Alaruth Zelieth Marsath(#3408QVaeps$) Centh Obvious exits: Plateau Docks WaterFall The Sandbar Sea Kyreth warbles a greeting to Leiventh as he arrives before launching into the ocean. Zelieth is not fully 'awake', and inching towards Kyreth for much wanted snuggles. Leiventh? What Leiventh? Marsath is awake. He settles his muzzle onto his paws and stares out to sea, quite comfortable. Boskyth has curled up away from the others, apparently disinterested in the social games they play. High in the air above Ista Weyr, a pair of 'Reaches dragons arrives, winging their way down onto the beach. Leiventh rumbles a greeting shortly behind Teonath's, R'hin quick to dismount and divest himself of flying gear in the warm Istan air. With a quirk of lips, the bronzerider waits for Satiet to join him - or more accurately, alters his path to meet hers, gallantly offering his arm to the goldrider, gesturing towards the sandbar. You step into The Sandbar, brushing black sand off your feet as you enter. Ista Weyr -- The Sandbar(#4182RJ) This dockside tavern stretches over the water, accessible from beach, docks or harbour itself. The light sound of slapping waves can be heard beneath the floorboards, and there are no walls, allowing tropical breezes to waft through and indulging patrons in panoramic ocean views. The carved wooden bar takes up the north end of the room, covered with a wood and reed roof that protects it from impromptu showers. The rest of the booths rest along the outside of the floor, all situated to be oceanside and set with brightly coloured cushions. The thatched wood roof continues along those booths leaving the center of the area open-air, though a metal canopy rests along the outside of one wall, ready to be drawn atop for rain or Threadfall. Further to the north and south the beach continues on for kilometers, black sand tinged a ruddy red with the blazing light of a fading sunset. Waves wash upon the beach with a steady roar, sending spray flying into the air at the furthest end of the beach to the south where a collection of rocks litter the shoreline. The wet summer season oppresses the island with high humidity and sweltering temperatures. As the sun sets, the sun shines from a clear, blue sky and the air hardly moves more than a whisper. ~ +views are available ~ Contents: L'sen Delu Ayana Bayan K'ylon Balinne Yaria Cynara Moyra(#18167PJce) Obvious exits: Beach Docks Yaria edges K'ylon's direction and then asks, "What /are/ all these drinks anyway?" Delu smiles brightly, "Wouldn't be a party for you without them, would it, Aya? I know the quickest way to your heart! And thank Balinne, she did most of the work. I'm bad at all this." She looks over to Yaria and grins, "Hey there, bluerider." K'ylon shakes his head at Yaria. "I've only ever had the ale. But I hear the weyrwoman one will put hair on your chest." He averts his gaze as it naturally travels to that very region. "Uh. Yeah. "Are we late, are we late?" L'sen asks eagerly as he arrivs at the party. "Neiveth kept rushing me but then I couldn't find stuff and Leysen totally got baby spit on me and I had to change because that's just yucky and Ayana!" At once, he beelines for the center of attention, waving. Balinne laughs, and bobs her head. "Of course. Lots of different flavors, too. And tons of Istan appetizers and desserts. Some of them are spicy, I warn you know." She's inching towards the food herself, but turns around when Yaria is greeted "Ah! Yes, lots of people too," as if she'd forgotten them in her delight. She's calmed down, now, and heads for the bar. "It was Delu's idea, I just sweet-talked a couple cooks." Yaria blinks at K'ylon. Apparently having someone look towards that region, at least on her, is a novelty. Delu distracts her however and she gives a half wave across the bar. "I traded duties with M'val to get to come." She absently fiddles with one of the ties on her robe, before looking back at K'ylon. "So you can't recommend any?" Moyra looks around as a crowd forms, and gets a refill of her cider as she spies faces she knows. She waves to Ayana and K'ylon, and adds her own congrats to the Igen Brownrider as well. Ayana blinks, looking where Delu is indicating, suddenly brightening, "Yaria!" she cries, waving. To Delu and Balinne, "I'll just have to have a try at them, hm? And a few drinks...you don't mind if I drink more than five, do you?" she sneaks out at Delu with a snicker. At hearing her name, she turn again and changes course to walk over to L'sen, "Hey! You got called too? Oh, and I saw Harley the other day...congrats with having a son! Come, eat.." and she has the Reachian bluerider by the arm and dragging him towards the meal table. She waves at Moyra along the way, "You knew and didn't tell me?" she sends to her in amusement as she goes by. K'ylon takes a look at the list and suggests for Yaria, "What about The_Fireball?" He grins at MOyra. "Hey, what would you recommend?" Delu grins, "Well, you look beautiful, hon. I'm glad you came." She looks to Ayana, grinning. "Tonight, my love, you drink as you will, and I shall not say a word, I rpomise." She looks around, greeting a person here and there, and a hug to L'sen when he's not expecting it. "Hey there, stranger!" An unhurried stroll brings R'hin into the sandbar, escorting Satiet with a grand flourish as they reach the tavern, as if somehow he's responsible for the structure at large. Despite the words of the invitation, Satiet has apparently come with a gift in tow, and steers the pair towards Ayana, proffering it towards the Igen brownrider. "Happy Turnday," she says by way of greeting, earning a surprised twitch of brows from R'hin. The bronzerider's effusive in contrast to the goldrider's reserve, smiling warmly as he leans to offer a kiss to Ayana's cheek. "Good to see you," he murmurs. "The place looks busy," he notes wryly, glancing about at the largely unfamiliar crowd, grinning as he spots L'sen and Delu. Bayan has followed Yaria over to where the drinks are, sifting through them as his eyes scanning the faces as though he's setting them all to memory. Perhaps he is. Noting L'sen with his sister, he nods the bluerider's way before cutting in with Yaria and K'ylon, "Yeah, what /is/ good here?" he asks then before the new arrives suddenly get his rapt focus. "So he's here," he remarks dryly to anyone close enough to hear. Moyra grins over to K'ylon, and laughs, "Cider, by far and away. Much better than all that other silly stuff they serve here." She points out as she hefts her glass, and moves to sit next to K'ylon, and with a smile to Yaria, looks to her clutchmate. "Hows your day?" Balinne has slipped herself over to the food, and is happily munching away on something small and crunchy. Her eyes finally pass over everyone there, and a surprised look crosses her face. "Hm, more people than I thought!" she states. She gathers a few more appetizers, and heads back. She pauses long enough to state, "I'd try a Fruity Iced KLah if you don't normally drink. ANd if you do? A tsunami is always good," to Yaria, and then she's back at Delu's side. "Want one?" she asks, holding out an appetizer. Yaria says abruptly to Bayan, "I remember you. You thought I didn't before, but I do." A squint and a polite nod to Moyra as well as a shyer, "I remember you too. From her flight," a jerk of her head at Balinne, "t'other sevenday." Balinne's advice is apparently not heard. or flat out ignored. Difficult to say. K'ylon shrugs at Moyra. "Same as yesterday mostly. Hanging about. Tending to 'Ruth. THinking. You?" Cynara glances over the present weyrlings thoughtfully, then makes of herself something of a decorative item, leaning against a table with a glass. At some point, she's also claimed some of the available food. Delu grins and lets go of the reaches bluerider, and smiles over Balinne. "I wouldl love one!" She takes it, then leans over to gie her a kiss on the cheek. "It's all lovely, Balinne, thank you very much for helping. I may die with all these people around, but at least I die knowing she's happy!" "Really? Thanks!" L'sen tells Ayana happily as she hauls him along--as though it's necessary. At the meal table, he immediately sets about loading a plate with more food than any one person (hopefully) needs, all the while keeping up his amiable chatter--even managing a hug for Delu, though his plate-holding makes it awkward. "Hi, Delu. Seriously, it's been forever. Hey, did you see him? Leysen, I mean? Isn't he so cute? He's already three months old," he says proudly. "Happy birthday, by the way. How old are you now, like, twenty? I'm twenty-one, but twenty's a good age, too. There you are!" Turning, he spots R'hin and Satiet, waving and calling over, "I was wondering when you two would show up!" Ayana pauses long enough to welcome both R'hin and Satiet with a big grin, her eyes more so on the bronzerider as she nods and takes the gift from the goldrider. "Thank you both," she says, grinning at his kiss to her cheek, "It's good to see you, too," she says before sending a giving a significant glance somewhere near. She nods to Delu, "If I can drink all I want, then here I go!" She still has L'sen by the arm as she scoops up some bubblies and looks towards the bar area. To L'sen, she chuckles, "No, I'm eighteen," she says, swatting him on the arm. You sense Ayana's glance first goes to you, then to Bayan who's at the bar area. Balinne grins, nibbling at yet another bit of food. "Well, if you need your space, you can always duck out onto the beach, or the dock, and get some air. It /is/ crowded. But it's not so bad." She contemplates the crowd for a moment before remembering something. She smiles, and says, "Thanks for the dress," quietly. Yaria considers and then orders two of the 'fair queen' drinks. She scoops them both up and brandishes one in Ayana's direction. She calls, "I didn't have the marks to get you a present - nor the time, with how V'lien's working me - but your first drink's on me, Aya." A step or two away from the bar and she holds it out to her clutchmate. "Looks like this'll be as sweet as those bubblies." "Better late than never," is R'hin's reply to L'sen's greeting. "Our lady of the spires had a wardrobe malfunction." Satiet's lips thin as she shoots a glance at R'hin, before excusing herself and moving off towards the bar. R'hin's eyes trail after the raven-haired woman with a twist of lips. "She's only here to keep an eye on me," he observes, "That's Delu's fault, you know," he mutters. Pale eyes shift back to Ayana, a hint of lingering query in his glance, before he follows her look in Bayan's direction, delighted grin touching his lips. "Oh-ho! I must go and greet your brother - after drinks. I did hear you mention those, right?" K'ylon nods appreciatively at Yaria's choices. It still isn't going to convince him to stray from his ale. Perhaps just a little too close to a certain graduation celebration and the hangover therein. Bayan sends Yaria a smirk as he orders a glass of wine, "So, you do," he drawls to her with a nod. "Last time I saw you, it was back in Igen and you all were still weyrlings." Getting the wine, he turns and leans against the bartop, nodding a greeting to both Moyra and K'ylon but not offering any introductions just yet. He just flashes a smirk to Ayana when she's near with L'sen, and seems content enough to glances at certain faces. Delu grins and smiles to Balinne. "I hoped you would like it. And it looks lovely on you, I must say, I am glad I went with that one over the others I was considering. You don't mind, do you, that I did that? I wanted to say thank you for all this, and, well... I did want to see you in something pretty." "Seriously? You're only eighteen?" L'sen's eyes widen, and he grins cheerfully at her swatting. "Didn't know that. I'm awful at ages, though. I mean, if I didn't know I was twenty-one, I wouldn't even know I was twenty-one!" Obviously. Overloaded plate in hand, he lets Ayana steer him where she will, while he picks chunks of fruit off the edges of his plate when they threaten to fall off. "You need a baby-sitter?" he asks R'hin curiously. Balinne grins, and gives a little turn to show off the dress completely. "I minded at first. In fact, I really considered sending it right back to you... but then I decided I might as well keep it. And I like it." She gives Delu a wink, however, and states, "Contrary to believe, I /do/ have pretty things. It's not my fault you only see me in leathers." She picks at one of the last remaining appetizers on her plate, and offers it to Delu. "One more, and I might be full. I was silly, and ate before I came down here." Ayana finally lets go of L'sen's arm and and finish off one of the bubblies as she grins to Yaria. "I enjoy drinks, so thanks, Yaria," she says with a nod, taking the glass from her and taking a sip. Giving Yaria a nod in approval, she throws a wink to her brother before moving off with L'sen, "Yes, only eighteen," she says. "Do I look old or something? I hope not," and she crinkles her nose. Back near R'hin, "Satiet's keeping an eye on you?" she asks after L'sen. With another look at Bayan, "Yeah, he's here," she says then, "and the drinks are right over by Yaria. I got one," and she lifts er glass up momentarily before moving off to mingle. "Mm. Apparently I do," R'hin's shoulders shift briefly in a half-shrug, looking wry at L'sen's query. "I can't imagine -why-," he adds, though this time there's a distinct hint of amusement in his voice. His hand reaches up to rest in the small of Ayana's back for a moment as he leans in to murmur to her, "I promise to try my best to behave," he says quietly, though there's a definite glint to his eyes which might suggest otherwise. "I'm going to find myself a drink." With that, he wanders away in the indicated direction, perusing the selection of drinks with a tip of head. Delu looks at Balinne a moment, and then gives her an impish smile. "I didn't, I decided to save such things for here. Truly, I was too nervous. I figured she would figure it out when I asked to come here..." And she leans over a bit to take a bite from the offered snack; apparently, she doesn't want to get her own fingers dirty. Or something. "Who's here? Baye's here? Hey, Baye!" It's a general wave around the room that L'sen issues, glancing over assorted heads in search of the man in question. "Hey, get me one, too, will you, please? Anything's good," the bluerider adds after R'hin as he heads for a seat. Yaria gives a nod as Ayana takes the drink the bluerider ordered for her, and then moves back to her place near K'ylon and Moyra. Slightly out of the way and not in the thick of things. She picks back up her exchange with Bayan, "I was the last one tapped. Still doesn't feel like it's that long ago. Then again," she considers, taking a gulp of her drink and coughing as the bubbles tickle her nose. Whatever she was going to say in counterpoint is lost. Balinne arches an eyebrow, but feeds Delu anyways. No more appetizers. "Well, good for you, for not eating. Bad to be nervous, however. And I've found that most people don't guess very well." Her eyes darken for a moment, but it's quickly replaced by a smile. "Well. You pulled it of well. Convinced her to come, didn't you? And you're doing remarkably well with the crowd. Perhapes you're more social than you thought!" Now she's teasing, and she grins impishly right back. "Want something to drink? Juice? Klah?" "Pick something you think I will like? I don't much care what it is, or what is in it." She glances around. "And no, I'm not more social, or I would be mingling, or whatever, instead of cowering here with you and trying to pretend noone else is here." Bayan is halfway through his drink, and looks about to order another one, when he catches Yaria's words. Nodding, "Last one? Were you a trouble maker or something?" he says in a near-tease, though his eyes stray on the Reachian bronzerider as he comes near. Hearing L'sen, his eyes flick over, "L'sen!" he calls in recognition, "Long time, my friend!" Balinne laughs, and swings her arm around Delu to give her a friendly squeeze. "Well, you're doing fine. I'll be right back," and with another squeeze, she releases the Igen woman and heads for the bar, threading herself through the crowd. Fingers tap against the bartop before R'hin makes his selection. "A Hurricane Hannah for me, and," a brief glance over his shoulder at L'sen, with a twist of lips, "And a Weyrwoman's Kiss's kiss for our bluerider over there." He leans an elbow on the bartop as he waits for the drinks to arrive, pale gaze passing over the grouping, lingering on his fellow 'Reachians and, briefly, Bayan, winking at the erstwhile Igenite, then towards Balinne and Delu with a slight tip of head. K'ylon asks Yaria, "So... is it good?" He drags his chair closer to Moyra, making more room at the table in case others wish to join. Ayana smirks R'hin's way as she hears his words, "Promise.." she drawls, seeming to not believe him in tease before she nods to L'sen, "Yeah, he's here, looking all broody." She finds Delu's attention and gives her a smile and heading near her direction. "You two don't want anything?" she asks Delu and Balinne, nodding over towards the bar. Yaria rolls her eyes at Bayan. "No one wanted me. V'lien got the short straw." It's hard to tell if she's joking, though at least she seems to have recovered from her coughing fit. She leans against K'ylon and Moyra's table to have another gulp, though this one is a trifle more moderate. "It's sweet," she says to the Istans, smacking her lips lightly. "And cold, which is nice. Little frozen fruit bits in it." Balinne pokes Ayana as she passes her, "I was just on my way to get something. I'll be right back," and she's gone, disappeared in the crowd at the bar. A moment later, she elbows her way back out, and hands Delu a drink. "Juice," she states, keeping a more noxious looking one for herself. "Hey, Baye!" L'sen says happily, waving again and gesturing for Bayan to come join him as he flops into a seat, meal arranged before him. "Where you been? You told me you were gonna be in Fort for, like, a week, and now it's been /months/ and /months/," he says, still grinning. A glance to Ayana for her words, brows knitting; but the bluerider only shrugs and grins again, settling down to his meal. Moyra grins over to Yaria as she sees K'ylon move over, and then nods to her, "Aye, we try to have a lot of nice cold drinks around here." She says, smiling a bit. Delu shoots a smile to R'hin, and then to Ayana, "Bali's getting me something, and you should be enjoyibng your party, not serving me!" She makes a little shooing motion. She smiles to Balinne as she brings the juice back. After a sip, she chuckles. "Juice. How well you know me, even when I give you theperfect chance to get me drunk and stupid." Bayan chuckles to Yaria, "A shame, cuz I always thought you were...quite the little lady," is his words to her before winking and moving off to see L'sen. He does note the wink thrown his way from R'hin, returning a simple cool look before his eyes light on Ayana briefly. A smirk forming, he sits at L'sen's table, "Yeah, Fort took longer than expected," he explains, "but I'm back in the Reaches...well, not right now I'm not, but I needed to take care of something real quick." He gives a vague answer with a smile. Balinne winks at Delu while taking a sip of whatever it is she's got. "No. That would be mean, and I'm not mean." She leans comfortably against a nearby post. She leans in conspiratorally and whispers something, followed by a wink. Delu giggles at the whisper, with a blush. "There is that, and you wouldn't have to get me drunk for that anyway." Her impish smile returns. "And Balinne, after that little show the other day, don't try to tell me what you aren't, because I don't believe it." Drinks in hand, R'hin heads back over towards the grouping near Ayana and L'sen, not in any particular hurry. With a flourish, he places the chosen drink in front of the bluerider, sipping his own briefly as he slips in next to Ayana. "So, is the Turnday girl drunk yet?" he murmurs, with a curve of lips. Bayan's arrival elicits a glint of pale eyes, the bronzerider gregarious indeed, "Why, if it isn't our long-vanished itinerant! I heard you'd moved onto greener pastures? Or, should I say, golder ones?" Delu's smile is met by a twitch of lips from the bronzerider and a deliberately gentlemanly half-bow, as if to infer he's on his best behaviour. Ayana chuckles and shakes her head to Delu, "Alright, I'll go get another one," she says, moving off to where R'hin stands. "What's your pleasure?" she asks him, raising a glass to him before scanning the crowd. "Seems like there's quite a crowd here." She glances over at L'sen and Bayan, "Oh no, takes much to get me buzzed," she answers him with a wink. "What drink you got there, L'sen?" she asks with interest. Balinne shrugs, sipping happily at her drink. "Let's just say I feel more comfortable, and leave it at that?" she asks, looking jovial. Her shoulders stiffen, and she rocks to a standing position, her eyes going for the door. "Zelieth said..." but she doesn't finish that statement. She relaxes somewhat, unable to see over, or through, the crowd to the door. She leans against the post once again, but the playful look she had before has left. L'sen knits his brows, studying Bayan in incomprehension. "Oh. Right. Business, huh?" he decides after a moment, grinning again and nodding. He wolfs several bites of his food, already making a dent in the pile. "Thanks, R'hin," he offers the bronzerider through half a mouthful, repeating the sentiment after he's swallowed. He takes a large sip of his drink, then, testing it out. "I dunno," he decides in reply to Ayana. "What is it, R'hin? It's good. Kind of like this one thing, I got over at that place in Boll when me and Satiet went there. No, wait. I think that was the time I was supposed to say she wasn't there, but. Huh." He's briefly thoughtful before grinning again and shrugging the matter off. Yaria rolls her eyes faintly at Bayan, settling on the edge of K'ylon and Moyra's table, not in a seat. She drains the rest of her glass, overcome in a fit of sniffles as the bubbles get her again. "So do you guys know everyone here?" The question is apparently to the Istan riders. Caitlyn wanders in from the beach. Caitlyn has arrived. K'ylon can only laugh at Yaria's question. "Nay. Not even half I'd wager. I know my cluthmates. And you, I guess. You know moyra?" He points Yaria in the direction of Moyra. "You?" Moyra nods her head, "I know a few, Delu, Ayana, and yourself. Delu tilts her head a bit, and closes her eyes a moment. "Ahh." She says, softly. She makes that same shooing motion at Balinne. "Go on, hon, greet him. That's where you should be right now, not over here babysitting me!" Moyra nods her head, "I know a few, Delu, Ayana, and yourself." she says to Yaria, and then looks over to the others, "Seems to be a friendly bunch, even if they are doing some serious damage ot a booze stocks." She says, winking to K'ylon as she lets a little of her old self trickle out. Caitlyn steps into the 'Bar, waiting for her eyes adjust to the slightly lesser light, peering around as she makes her way towards the bar area. Besides some new faces, the woman makes out the faces of some of her clutchmates, along with Cynara and D'ryn. Giving a small waves and a little smile, she turns back to the 'tender to order something. Noting R'hin's arrival, Bayan gives into a sigh before answering to L'sen, "Business, sort of," he just says before regarding R'hin, "Golder ones?" he just repeats tersely, his eyes going to Ayana. Leiventh> Zelieth shifts, eyeing Dajianth with a certain amount of wariness. R'hin's eyes widen in mock surprise at Ayana's question, "Should you be asking me that sort of question out in the open like that where everyone can hear?" the teasing note in his voice indicates he's certainly not serious, a low-throated chuckle following the words. "I'll have to make sure to try the menu, there's quite a selection. That," his hand waves towards L'sen's drink, "Is the Weyrwoman's Kiss. Perhaps Bayan would like to try some?" he suggests pleasantly. "Or have you had it before?" Leiventh> Leiventh's largely still, having falling into his usual statuesque pose on the still-warm sands, rumbling bassy greetings to the various dragons as they arrive. Balinne nods her head, looking a little uncertain. "I should... are you sure you'll be OK? You won't get swallowed by the crowd?" she asks. Her drink is set down, and likely forgotten in the space of a moment. She gives Delu a hug, and a guilty smile, before heading into the crowd. Balinne heads toward the beach. Balinne has left. Leiventh> Balinne steps out of the noise and confusion of the Sandbar. She halts at the door however, and shields her hand from the fading sun as she scans the beach. Dajianth is quickly located, and she heads his direction. Leiventh> Kintryth chuffs greetings to his fellow dragons, sedately watching the goings on amongst them. Ayana looks from R'hin to L'sen to Bayan, her smile flickering, "Uh..." is all she can say before looking elsewhere with her drink. She blushes at R'hin, "I was teasing," she says in a small voice, seeming to look at L'sen for support when she notes her brother's change in behavior. Trying to keep the mood light, "Can I get anybody anything here? Drinks, food, you name it..." and she trails off as she glances at all three men. Yaria nods to K'ylon. "From that flight. Met Fadra too. I really liked her." She peers around the room, pointing out Bayan, "Ayana's brother," and L'sen, "He's a 'Reaches bluerider. Friend of Te'an." There's the faintest of catches in her voice as she names another Reachian rider. "The other ones I don't know." A pause and she asks K'ylon, "So you said you know my sister?" K'ylon mms, "More like of her than know her. You know? I think she helped develop this area back when they were building it." Delu chuckles softly and shaked her head, taking a long pull from her juice as she is left alone. A glance around; everyone talking to someone else. A good party, and a satisfied smile as she makes her way to a chair in an out of the way place, settling into it to watch over the bustling crowd." Bayan doesn't look too kindly upon the Reachian bronzerider, his mood apparently going downhill at his words. "I think you shouldn't be the one to be throwing teases every which way," he says coolly as he flicks a glance to Ayana. "I believe you and I have a little chat to schedule...unless you want to start that now." L'sen and Ayana are currently ignored for the moment as eyes narrow. Leiventh> Maxeoth backwings to a landing in a spray of sand. Leiventh> Maxeoth has arrived. Caitlyn sips from the drink the 'tender passes her, the slushy, slurry-like concoction likely a favorite as she quickly sips away at it with a relieved, easy smile. M'wen wanders in from the beach. M'wen has arrived. Leiventh> D'ryn has just opped off Dajianth into the sand below, the looming shadow-like sillouette of the lanky bronze dragon seems to almost blend in with the Istan sands. Said dragon seems to avert his attention towards Zelieth and lets out a low rumble of welcome, it's just as cautious but intently friendly. His rider seems to be busy adjusting the straps with his back slightly turned to Balinne, must have had some trouble during flight. "Well, if you didn't hug the currents and payed attention to the fact I'm actually there..." All done, he dusts off his hands of the matter. A quick turn as a message is relayed, "What, hide from Bali?", and D'ryn finally realises she's coming towards him and he goes a little silent. Not a bad silent, just waiting for her to arrive. "You've been here before?" L'sen glances from R'hin to Bayan curiously, jumping to the obvious confusion. "I like this--I'll have to remember it so next time I can get one, too. Weyrwoman's Kiss, huh? Wonder why they call it that." Completely oblivious to any tension, he rambles happily into his drink, taking another large sip. To Ayana: "You're the birthday-girl, you don't have to get nobody anything!" Yaria ohs, nodding at K'ylon. "I think she did, yeah. She's a lot older than me." She asks the pair, "You guys want anything else to drink? I'm going to get something else cold." Leiventh> And arrive she does. She has to stop halfway, however, and pull of her pesky sandals, but once that's done, she's back to walking, her skirt blowing in the breeze as she makes good time towards the bronze. Dajianth gets a fond look before she fixes her eyes on his rider. "D'ryn," she says, but doesn't seem to have anywhere else to go after that. There's a pause, a mildly uncomfortable silence, before she finds her voice again. "We... should talk." Throwing a glance Delu's way, Ayana senses the tension well enough and looks relieved for L'sen's presence. "Well, just offering," she says to him, "but why don't you tell me about Leysen while these two," and she nods in R'hin and Bayan's direction, "decide whether or not to start tossing things. How is Harley? I had no idea you two were together!" R'hin touches a hand to his chest, looking bemused at Bayan's words. "Clearly you've been away from the 'Reaches too long, my good itinerant. Or have you forgotten so quickly that's exactly what I do? Has being at Fort Weyr softened you up so much?" A beat, then: "Or... perhaps it's not the Weyr that has done so." Ayana is given a wink, and he shakes his head, lifting his drink, "I'm fine, Aya. How about you, do you need a refill yet?" he asks, solicitous, before Bayan is given a wide-eyed look. "Certainly, my good man, but not here. Unless you've an especial wish to ruin your sister's Turnday?" Leiventh> To you, Leiventh's amused tones slip in, « Teonath's rider says to say that she is watching. » It's hard to say if that's threat or warning, certainly the bronze's tones don't convey a hint either way. Caitlyn idly sips her drink, turning to passively observe the little scene before her, lips giving a soft smile. Bayan throws a dark glance R'hin's way, "Softened me?" he scoffs. "Once again, it looks like you talk of things you have no idea of, R'hin. Want to ask me of my relations with a goldrider instead of throwing it in my face? How about I ask /you/ what in the shards are you doing with my sister!" His voice seems to stay low and calm, though the words are spoken with a touch of intensity. "Don't push me unless you're willing to get pushed back," is his warning. He gives Ayana and L'sen an unreadable look before settling with his drink. To L'sen, "Yes, tell me about Leysen." Delu glances at Bayan and R'hin, and sighs softly. But rather than get involved, she simply stands, and quietly makes her way to the docks, leaving the well-swinging part to take care of itself while she gets some air. Delu heads southeast, toward the expansive Istan docks. Delu has left. Leiventh> Balinne twitches her mouth at Zelieth, and sighs. "Apparently, this isn't the time, though." Without much of a warning, she walks towards her waiting green, and climbs aboard. "I'll be looking for you, when we're both not busy, OK?" she does add a smile to the end of it, however. R'hin's lips twitch abruptly, head turning to glance at the crowd, seeming to be seeking someone out. With an exhale, and his best 'good boy' expression, he gestures magnanimously towards the bar, "Would you like me to get you a drink, Igenite?" that offer made pleasantly enough towards Bayan. It's followed soon enough by a low-throated chuckle, the bronzerider leaning in close to murmur to the man, the words low enough in the crowded bar to be easily missed. You whisper "Do you -really- wish to get into this here? I've no wish to cause a public spectacle, myself. But then I'm told I take after your brother more than yourself..." to Bayan. Leiventh> Balinne reaches up and, with a firm grasp upon Zelieth's straps, hauls themselves aboard the Jeweled Starlet green. Leiventh> Balinne has left. K'ylon considers the dregs of his ale. "Yeah, if you don't mind, Yaria. Another?" He lifts his mug in case she's uncertain what he wants. "Together," repeats L'sen, giving Ayana a short-lived deer-in-the-headlights look. "We're not /together/. I mean, not really together-together, just, we had a baby and they stay with me sometimes and it's nice, but not /together/. I'm not together with anybody," he explains. "Leysen, though! He's so cute. He's three months old--nearly four, actually--and Harley says he's big even though I don't really know and stuff. Never took the time compared. I think he kinda looks like... me. What's going on with you two?" At the whisper, he knits his brows and takes a few moments away from drink and food to gesture at R'hin and Bayan. Ayana grins at R'hin, "No, I'm fine for now," she declines as she drinks, her eyes following Delu out with concern. Throwing Bayan a glare, she says nothing to him and just chuckles. "I'm going to need another drink after all," she quips, looking towards the bar. To L'sen, "So, you're not with her? Ah, well...she seems really nice. Can I meet Leysen sometime?" At his question, she shrugs, "Oh, the usual I would imagine," she says in mild amusement, eyes going to R'hin and Bayan. Bayan seems to sneer at R'hin's offer, holding up his almost-empty glass, "I can get my own, thanks," he answers back cordially enough. At his whisper, his eyes narrow and he awards him with a steel glare. No answer to R'hin, he turns to L'sen, "Saw Harley the other day. I'm hoping to meet Leysen too." Draining his glass, he gets up and makes his way to the bartop for another one. Leiventh> D'ryn heads to the south end of the beach and Ista's docks. Leiventh> D'ryn has left. Yaria nods to K'ylon and slips off the table, threading her way through. Impudently she tosses her curls at Bayan and R'hin, "If you boys are going to fight, can you get shirtless and get on with it? Oiling up would make the show even better." She bats her eyes at them both and then is through the knot of tension, ordering more drinks at the bar. An ale for K'ylon and a 'between' for her. Leiventh> Kintryth quirks his head at the departing pair of Zelieth and Balinne, watching them disappear into the Weyr-proper - then turning his attention to D'ryn, who also disappears towards the docks. Chuffing softly to himself, the blue pads around the beach, perhaps bored - daintily sticking his nose in a washed-up log here, a large outcropping of basalt there. Leiventh> Boskyth offers Kintryth a soft croon, watching him play about like a lost puppy. M'wen walks in from the beach, stuffing his riding jacket into a small pouch slung over his shoulder. Going over to R'hin, he finds him deeply involved in a heated dispute-as per usual-so he turns around with a small sigh and heads over to the small group of peoeple he does know. "Hey L'sen! I was told there was a party here, but not what it was for. Care to share?" He sits on a seat nearby, pouch slung haphazardly over the chair back, eyes following the unfolding drama. Caitlyn finishes her drink, now watching the interactions between some of the rider patrons grow a little edgy. A secretive, sly smile touches her lips, but she only sits and watches. R'hin casually leans back, almost looking pleased, eyes trailing after Bayan as the man gets up for another drink. Unconcerned, the bronzerider tips his glass slightly, in the wake of the itinerant's departure, taking a gulp from the glass. He gives Ayana a reassuring smile, a hand touching her arm in reassurance. "Nothing to worry about. I did say I'd behave. Or try, anyway," he concedes, with a wry twitch of lips. Yaria's off-the-cuff comment earns a bemused look. "Fight? Whyever would we do something so mundane as that? You've never seen a lover's quarrel before?" He's clearly being facetious, the words tossed casually out. "M'wen, my good brownrider, welcome," he greets effusively. K'ylon mutters, as an aside to Moyra, "Guess I put my marks away." Leiventh> Kintryth looks up idly, again chuffing, to Boskyth this time - his eyes whirling a slow blue. Continuing on up and down the sands, his digs furrows at the shorline with his nose, sometimes with his talons. Looking intently into them. Yaria is just coming back with her drinks when R'hin's comment reaches her. Eyebrows arch, and she offers her 'between' out to the Reaches bronzerider. "If that's a lover's quarrel, you need this more than I do. An' that's saying something." A faint smirk, as she leans to put K'ylon's ale down on his table for him, waiting to see if R'hin'll take her drink or no. Moyra nods her head as she watches the party devolve into something more interesting. "You can, but maybe they will go at it agian? R'hin there isn't the nicest guy around, he is almost as bad as P'wert and L'cah. He still has the excuse of youth and stupidity." Ayana looks over as M'wen arrives, "Welcome, get a drink," she offers lightly as she watches Bayan get up to leave. She warms to R'hin's touch, nodding, "And yet it's inevitable," is all she says in amusement. Yaria's comment nearly has her choking on her drink in laughter. Looking her way, "Yaria! Like I would...well, it would be interesting," she muses, looking from R'hin to Bayan as if considering it before shaking her head. "Naw," she says, finishing her drink and snickering at K'ylon's comment. Leiventh> Dajianth settles down into the sands until he's nigh-invisible except for his swirling luminous eyes, tail flicking out and making tracks idly in the sands. Talons dig deep beneath him, which with nothing to grip just digs up more dirt, and a deep rumble is made towards Kintryth and Boskyth that could only be described as 'crazy kids'. "Definitely!" L'sen tells Ayana quickly, grinning as well at Bayan. "Just come by anytime and I'll show him off. He's just so cute when he starts making noises at you! Hey, I want s'more, too," he decides, glancing at his quickly emptied glass. He hops up, heading over to the bar. A short trip turns into a long one, though, when he runs into the loitering Satiet, the bluerider pouncing her and chattering blithely on--nevermind her blank expression and the way she keeps edging backward toward the door. A curl of R'hin's lips answers Yaria's comment, clearly amused by the Igenite woman's words. "Any time you want to buy me a drink, you're certainly welcome to," he murmurs in a low voice, accepting the drink and tipping it towards Yaria in silent toast before he takes a gulp. A wink is given to Ayana as he says, "If I've given you the mental picture, then my job here is done." At the bartop, Bayan hears Yaria's quip and smirks her way and raises and newly filling glass her way before making his way back over to the table. At hearing Moyra's remark, he brightens and move near her, "You're right there," he says to her in agreement, seeming to find an ally. Yaria leans in, standing on tiptoes to murmur someting in R'hin's ear. She mutters to R'hin, "... all... not as charming..." With another toss to her curls, she moves back to the bar, ordering another 'between' for herself this time. You sense Yaria leans in, standing on tiptoes to murmur someting in R'hin's ear. "He's nice enough for all he's Aya's brother. But he's not as charming as he thinks he is." With another toss to her curls, she moves back to the bar, ordering another 'between' for herself this time. Ayana chuckles and nods to L'sen, watching him run off to the bar. Yaria gets another amused grin before she winks to R'hin, "Job is done? That's what you think," she quips as she stares into her empty glass. "Time for another," she says, sending M'wen a smile as she heads off to the bar for another. Bayan gets a wry glance if anything, before she notes Moyra near him and waves at her. Moyra waves to Ayana, and beckons her over, "Come here turnday girl." She says, grinning as she makes room for the newer folks arriving at the table. R'hin solicitously bends down to make it easier to hear Yaria's murmur, a low, amused chuckle. His eyes trail after her as she leaves, commenting loud enough to hear, "I'm finding Igenite women to be very wise and astute, indeed." Ayana's comment earns a sly grin from the bronzerider, and a slight cluck of his tongue. "Later," he assures her, with a slight squeeze of hand on her arm. He glances around, eyes finding L'sen with Satiet, noting the expression of the latter with barely concealed pleasure, before turning towards M'wen, "What news, brownrider?" he asks, easily. Yaria hears Ayana run dry and brings her clutchmate back another 'between'. She'll be out of marks sooner than planned if she keeps this up. Though there is the faintest of pink tinge to her ears. Maybe it's the drink, maybe it's the comments around her. "Here," she shoves the drink at Ayana. Bayan moves back to his seat at the table, raising an eyebrow at Yaria and R'hin shaking his head. His eyes finding L'sen and Satiet, he simply smirks their way before a glance is flicked R'hin's way. Thought there was something between you and ..." and he eyes travel to the Reachian goldrider, clearly for the bronzerider. Now with a filled glass from Yaria, Ayana heads over to Moyra, "Hey, gettin drunk tonite?" she asks in a tease to her before looking around at the crowd. "So here I am, back in Ista with some kind of drink in my hand...this is becoming quite normal for me and Ista. There should really be a bar like this in Igen," she comments with a nod. "Sure beats filching wine from the kitchens, or something." To Yaria, she nods thanks, "You and I need to plan an outing," she states to her clutchmate. "It's been too long since you, I, and Delu have hung out." She chuckles softly at R'hin, returning the sly look, though a quick glance finds her brother. "Later indeed," she quips before turning back to Moyra. Leiventh> Kintryth lifts his head from a deep furrow he's plowed along the beach, sand spilling from the sides of his mouth. Suddenly, a copious amount of drool begin to seep from his maw, carrying the black sand with it. Moyra laughs lightly to Ayana, and nods a bit. "Aye, it seems to be the norm for your visits." She note to Ayana, and then looks to the others for a longer moment. As she sees they are all focusing mostly on the people they are next to, a nod to Bayan as he moves over as well, she looks back to Ayana. "And no, not planning on getting drunk. You?" Caitlyn smacks her lips softly, looking rather uncomfortable for a moment, then ordering another slushy drink. She quickly sips the thing down. Cynara has been pretty quiet, wallflowering through the party, sipping from her drink occasionally. Not only is it not alcoholic, but she's been nursing it. She has, however, made her way close to the newest member of her wing. "Drunk is good sometimes, as long as you only do it when you *intend* to." R'hin's brows flicker upwards at Bayan's words, pale eyes following his glance for a moment before a low-throated chuckle follows. "The ice queen herself? Unlikely. She has an imaginary weyrmate, after all, hadn't you heard? A bronzerider, no less. She talks about him quite frequently, though I've yet to meet the man. Apparently he's Istan. A former Weyrleader, no less." A wave of hand is given, dismissive, taking a sip from the drink Yaria handed him. K'ylon catches R'hin's words. "M'llon? A'zric?" His attention shifts to invite Cynara to his table. Yaria says wryly to Ayana, "Tell V'lien that. I'm on dawn sweeps until the next pass, I think." She rolls her eyes faintly, taking a long drink from her glass. At her da's name she swivels around, blinking at K'ylon. "What about A'zric? He's not Istan - well, not any more..." Clearly confused, she turns about, looking at R'hin as well. Leiventh> Kintryth keeps up the flow of saliva, more sand beginning to flow from between his carefully closed jaws into the sea. Ayana nods to Moyra in amusement, "Yes, two flights and a party. Almost sounds like I live here.." and she shakes her head. "A shame...Im beginning to forget what the desert looks like." She shrugs then, "No, not getting too drunk tonite, but I will have my fill," and she winks to that. Yaria gets a sympathetic smile, "I know the feeling," she says, "ever since me getting...well, you know, I've been stuck on extra drills for sevendays. Tell L'cah on /that/." Caitlyn is still bewildered at her dry state of tongue, and then seems to withdraw her presence from the Sandbar for a moment, her eyes distant. A sudden grin of wide proportions, and the woman slides quickly from her seat, giggling loudly as she skitters outside again. Caitlyn heads toward the beach. Caitlyn has left. Bayan chuckles a bit at R'hin's words, though it's more mocking than genuine, "Oh, I've heard," he quips, "but I would think that sort of thing doesn't matter in a Weyr...I mean, my sister has a weyrmate and all..." and he trails off, letting the relevance fall on the bronzerider in however he sees it. "But I guess those things never matter, hm?" Seeming to smirk at his subtle verbal jab, he focuses on his drink and listen to the other conversations. K'ylon murmurs to Yaria. "Nothing to worry about. He was just Weyrleader here sometime back. That one was talking about some imaginary Istan leader. I offered some names." The intercession from nearby earns R'hin's attention, glancing towards K'ylon for a moment. "B'rakis," he says, with a lilting query, as if to doubt the man's existence at all. K'ylon ahs with a nod as R'hin speaks. "He exists, if that's what you want to know." Moyra grins at Ayana, and winks to her, "You aught to move here, its a great place." She says, sipping at her drink and looking at Cynara, "Aye, but I don't get drunk, less I am in my own place." She says, very firm about the whole thing. She looks over as she hears B'rakis's name, "What about him, he is a very nice man, much nicer than most bronze riders, and much much nicer than some in here." Leiventh> Kintryth drools the last of the sand from his mouth, and gently opens his mouth, to slowly roll those two shell out with his tongue, right at Caitlyn's feet. The blue then proudly arches his neck and head, chuffing softly as he preens. Cynara hrms. "Hey, I know some pretty nice bronzeriders. I sort of miss M'yr." A pause. "Make that more than sort of, he's a *good* bronzeirder." Yaria sniffs a bit at the mention of L'cah, and then nods to K'ylon and then to R'hin. "Oh, yeah, him. My uncles know him. Speaking of, I really should go say hello while I'm here." Leiventh> Marsath lifts his head, snaking it around to regard Kintryth and the girl, he tilts it to one side, and then re-adjusts the positioning of his wings. Leiventh> Leonneth warbles a greeting to the other dragons in the area and bends down so her rider can slide off easily. "It's nice to have the confirmation," R'hin responds to K'ylon. Moyra's comment earns a twitch of brows and a look of mock-hurt from the 'Reachian, touching a hand to heart as if wounded by the Istan's pointed comment. Ayana laughs, waving Moyra's off as she drinks, "Move here? Naw, I can't leave Igen," she says smoothly. "I got too many things there that I'd miss. I admit, it's not too bad here." She raises an eyebrow at the talk of bronzeriders, "I think it may depend more on the person, in my opinion," she adds, "though I've met some pretty bad brownriders that act worse." She agrees with Yaria on the mention of L'cah, "Completely," she says with a smirk. Leiventh> Caitlyn gives a small squeal of joyful surprise as she picks those two large shells from the shallows, the sea cleansing them slightly from Kintryth's saliva as she eyes them brightly. "Oh Kint! You crafty, smart, darling blue!" the woman crows - oblivious to who's watching her. "It's a conch! And an abalone! They're *lovely!*! And all in one piece, still! What a treasure-finder you are!" the rider, moves to settle her small form against her blue's chest, rubbing it with her body. Which might look rather sensual to any humans watching. Moyra nods her head to Ayana as she pointedly ignores R'hin, and hrms a touch, "Yeah, L'cah is even worse than most of the worse of the bronzers." She notes, and grins to Ayana. Leiventh> Boskyth croons cheerily to her brother. Bayan seems to grin at Moyra's jab at R'hin, chuckling genuinely as he gets up and moves towards her and his sister, "Bayan," he offers Moyra with a bow, "I thought I should definitely meet you." He leans against the table there, eyes sending a small challenge over to the Reachian bronzerider. Leiventh> Kintryth croons deeply, eyes lidding partially for a moment as he basks in his rider's love - still all puffed up with pride at his finds. A few lip movements from the woman, and she moves away from him, so the Istan blue can crouch down as deeply as possible before her. Settling those treasures down a little bit away, Cait shimmeys up the blue's forearm, and fetches her saddlebags from his harness, slinging them over one shoulder as she slides back down. And soon, into those packs go her dragon's finds, one each to a pack, which are padded to protect their possible contents. Yaria shrugs. "Blue riders are the best. But then again, no one's as perfect as me." She lifts her glass in a toast to the room at large, smirking faintly. She drains it, and then says, "And now to find uncle Jh'or and uncle Jar. Happy," she hiccups, "belated, Aya. And nice-to've-met-you-all," she raps out, eyes lingering for a moment on R'hin. K'ylon laughs aloud at Yaria's declaration. His mug is lifted in salure. "Aye. To Blues!" Ayana rolls her eyes at her brother for a moment before glancing at Moyra, "L'cah's quite the man," she says dryly, clearly disapproving of the Wingleader. She drains her glass then and looks to the bar for another. "Anyways, I should have those extra drills lifted soon. It's been a couple of months already." Her eyes linger on R'hin then along with Yaria, grinning to her clutchmate, "I'll see you, Yaria." R'hin doesn't appear to be considerably bothered by Bayan's actions, nor Moyra's ignoring of him. He does, however, offer a flicker of fingers and smile to Yaria by way of farewell, tipping his glass in her direction as he drains the last of it. A'tan wanders in from the beach. A'tan has arrived. Yaria heads out, remarkably steadily for someone so small who's drunk so much. Leiventh> Caitlyn seems to thrum with excitement as she mounts up on Kintryth's neck, not having to urge her blue to take to the skies - his eyes whrling a fast blue as he catches her mood. Up he launches himself, and is quickly winging his way back towards the Weyr. Leiventh> Caitlyn climbs up onto Kintryth's neck. Leiventh> Caitlyn has left. His mood still a bit cool, Bayan turns to Ayana and Moyra, "I'll be in Fort for another day, but once I get back to Reaches, we should go out," he says to his sister before taking her glass and nodding to Moyra for hers. "Excuse me," and he heads back to the bar for refills. R'hin, for the moment, is being ignored, though there's a glint in his hazel eyes. R'hin rises from the table to heard to the bar in search of a drink, his path not-so-coincidentally taking him close by Ayana. He's not being overt, but he is standing within her personal space. "One of your clutchmates?" he queries, tipping his head after the departed bluerider, though his attention is focused on the woman. "I'd not realized quite how popular you are," he murmurs, voice teasing. A'tan comes into the bar and looks around. He smiles when he spots Ayana and heads towards her. "Hey there turnday girl!!" He nods politely to several of the riders he passes by. Ayana looks up at R'hin, eyes going to the departing Yaria as she nods, "Yeah, the troublemaker," she quips in amusement, clearly having a 'pot meet kettle' moment. "She's nice....I hardly get to see her though, which is a shame." She grins then, "Not popular, really," she says innocently, "I just travel too much is all. Some folks here I've known for- Hey A'tan!" Blinking at the sudden appearance of the greenrider, she beams and makes a grab at A'tan. "I didn't know you were coming!" Bayan returns to Ayana's side with a drink for her, noting R'hin's proximity to her with apparent distaste. Clearly having had enough, the rogue throws a dangerous look the bronzerider's way, done with pretending. "I'm going outside for air," he says evenly, glancing first at the ladies, then with a belated nod to A'tan before he makes his way out of the bar. Bayan heads toward the beach. Bayan has left. Moyra looks over, and then moves over to Ayana, She spies the arrival of, oh happy day, a *male* greenrider, and smiles to A'tan, "Hey there!" She calls out to him as she steps up to Ayana and adds her stare towards R'hin. The brownrider's comment elicits a low laugh from R'hin, clearly amused. "You're one to talk," he murmurs, wry. Bayan's look is met with a smile, polite and cool at best. At A'tan's approach he uses the opportunity to withdraw, heading for the bar for another drink first, before - after a few moments - slipping out in the direction of the rogue. You wander off toward the beach. |
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