Kindre's Notes: I had this done and editted and then my computer decided to kick. Yay, huh? So here's the second attempt. My /recall didn't capture everything, so the log picks up just after the four Telgar riders, Emlyn, J'lyn, Asrai, and Kindre enter the Keroon Main Hall and duties are offered to Lord Biron and Lady Anya. Some knot chatter was left in for humors sake and shows up italisized -and- centered. Also to be noted is that I included the conversations at Keroon that continued after we left, via my +watch, and is italisized, though not centered, to seperate from the other text. If this offends any of the parties in question, please +mail/email me and I'll promptly re-edit :) This, to be completely honest, was a lot of fun to roleplay! Everyone involved kept things rolling along quickly and interestingly, in my opinion, while also staying canon. The events are very believable and we all enjoyed it OOCly, even if our characters seem a bit miffed ;) The log is a bit long, so I've included a link back to Kindre's page at both the top and bottom for conveniences sake. Anyhoo, on with the show, which starts with everyone in the Main Hall :)
Siboan looks up also, and clearly decides she's not going to get any more work done, and sets her scroll aside.
Anya hesitates, then shakes her head. "No, of course not. If I may ask, what brings you to Keroon?"
Asrai must subconsciously realise she's being regarded...for she imediately trips over this huge bolder..ok, so its only a pebble. She catches herself with an outflung hand in Emlyn's general direction. Her deep blush belays the fact that she ment to do that.
Ravachol smiles a welcome to the riders, glad to have a focus of attention while he soaks up the fires emanations.
Emlyn is knocked by Asrai's flung hand. When she recovers, she mutters, "Shells, Asrai, watch where you're going."
Biron watches the riders solemnly. No, he doesn't even smile when the riders trip and fall. In fact, he frowns.
Kindre gets sight of a few other knots, adding, "To the Healers as well, forgive my lateless." Clasping her hands behind her back, she nods quickly to Lady Anya. "Of course you may, for we're treading in your Hall. I was looking over the new tithe trails we're to recognize now, and we all thought a rest someplace warm wouldn't harm. Again, I hope we've not disturbed you all. That was certainly not our intent."
Anya glances back to her husband, and against shakes her head stiffly. "You are always...wecome. Nishiana, will you see to our guests needs, please?"
Siboan smiles and nods to Kindre. "And they to you."
Nishiana nods, hurriedly, to Lady Anya, smiling at the guests. "Of Course, Lady Anya.." she heads towards the kitchen for refreshments.
Asrai clears her throat, speaking softly to Emlyn, "Sorry Emlyn, I tripped." Now there's a newsflash for you. She recovers quickly, glancing around the hall. Even she seems to catch on to the feeling of unwelcome coming from the Lord and his Lady. A rather nervous glance is tossed Kindre-wards.
Evayne stands, and begins to follow Mishiana. "Would you like some help?"
It's difficult to ignore a frowning Lord Holder. Emlyn regards the man's expression. Anya's stiff greeting perplexes the visiting greenrider. She says in an undertone to J'lyn, "They don't seem too happy to see us. Shells, we're not going to ask them to feed our dragons, after all."
Ravachol watches the Lord and Lady Holder closely, trying to interpret the nature of their reaction to the riders. He looks at each newcomer in turn, then returns his curious gaze to the Lord's table. His chilled travails of minutes ago all but forgotten.
J'lyn continues to let his gaze wander around the hall, a slight smile touching his lips at Emlyn's comment.
Nishiana smiles at Evayne, "Yes, please, Evayne.. thanks."
Nishiana goes through the archway into the kitchens.
Evayne goes through the archway into the kitchens.
Kindre smiles, seeming slightly more at ease. "I'm Kindre, Herath's rider at Telgar," she introduces herself before nodding to each of her friends. "This is Emlyn, Pleiath's rider, J'lyn, Lorieth's rider, and Asrai, Cygnith's rider." Pausing to look and nod to Emlyn, she waves off the offerings. "Truly, we're just fine. We've not come for refreshments. The warmth and our duty to at least pay our respects while we're here brought us into the Hall. I do hope we find Keroon prosperous and well?"
Evayne comes through the archway at the southeastern end of the room.
Asrai seems to be put at ease by Kindre's calm demeaner, even smiling a bit.
Biron's face is closed off of all emotions. This is normal, yes, but he is even more controlled than usual. He watches the riders like he was expecting them to steal things from off his very table instead from just out of his dormitories. He remarks something else to Anya, quietly.
Reentering the hall, Evayne pauses in the door, balancing a large tray of sweetrolls and sliced fruit along with a large pitcher of fresh klah. "Nishiana is finishing up on preparation in the kitchen, but she shent me out with this.." Heading over to the Riders she offers something to take the edge off their hunger.
Emlyn smiles and nods respectfully when Kindre introduces her. She speaks up, saying, "The meadows are glorious. I've not had an opportunity to fly over them in leisure since my own weyrling training. The herd north of here must be a prize winner."
Anya returns the favor. "My husband, Biron," she indicates the frowning man seated next to her. "Journeywoman Siboan of the Healer Hall, Evayne and Jul, fosterers here, and Ravachol, another visitor."
Siboan nods again as her introduction draws a few glances her direction.
J'lyn continues to cast his green-eyed gaze around the hall. He mutters to Emlyn, "... were... Bitra... way... looked... if maybe..."
Ravachol shuffles closer yet to the fire. Steam arises from the retreating ice and water that have chilled his pants. He rubs at the back of his legs to keep them from burning as he watches the formalities. He stands and bows his head when he hears his name, smiling a tentative greeting.
Anya's eyes goes quickly to Emlyn. "The herd?" she replys quickly.
Asrai nods, "And its warm here too." She offers a bright smile as if paying a wonderful compliment to the Lord holder and his Lady.
Emlyn looks surprised at Anya's response. "Er, yes. It is Keroon, after all. I'd be worried if we -didn't- see herds." She scratches her neck with a single finger and gives her companions a quick look.
Kindre nods and smiles kindly to each person as they are introduced. "Well met, in very deed." Another agreeable bob of her head accompanies Emlyn's words. "I'd be willing to wager the same, to be true. We flew over pastures, Lady Anya, on our way here. I've not been here in what must be ten turns. Sometimes I'd come with my father, from Half Circle, when he sailed here. It's just as glorious as I recall."
Anya looks rather uncomfortable to be discussing her herds with riders, but keeps herself to another stiff nod on that issue, then returns her attention to Kindre. "Thank you rider. They are our pride."
Asrai blinks then giggles. With a reasuring voice she pipes in, "We /did/ just look, ma'am. Cygnith ate just the other day...he won't be hungry again for some time. honest."
"Emlyn," Kindre offers to the conversation, "was a Beastcrafter before being Searched, or well on her way...am I correct Emlyn?" Turning again to her friend, she smiles. Nodding to Asrai's words and feeling the slight tention, the goldrider attempts to put things at ease. "We're not here for anything other than a greeting, I assure you."
Evayne sets the tray down near the riders, along withthe pitcher and mugs. "Would you like anything else?" Smiling, Evayne glances around the room, seemingly unaware of any tension.
Anya looks sharply in Asrai's direction, and speaks this time before she can think better of it. "As long as that remains the case. Wouldn't be the first time we'd lost animals to maurading dragons."
J'lyn involuntarily flinches back slightly from the klah.
Emlyn gives Asrai a quick, disapproving look for her attempt at diplomacy. The greenrider nods to Kindre, though. "Yes, ma'am. Studied with Master Lirryn at High Reaches in an unofficial capacity." When Anya mentions marauding dragons, Emlyn's eyebrows go up. "Have there been incidents beside that tragedy at the festival a few Turns back?"
Kindre returns Evayne's smile with one of her own. "Thank you, no, this is more than we expected, to be true." The Lady's words draw her attention back before she sighs barely audibly. "Lady, I do give you my word...and that of Telgar...that no harm will come to any property of Keroon." She then quiets to hear the answer to Emlyn's query.
Siboan sighs slightly, glancing towards the Lord and Lady, she gets up to move towards the riders. "So, how has the move progressed? I visited Telgar the other day, and you all seemed well settled in."
Biron stares at Emlyn for a disconcertingly long time. "Yes. She was there when that dreadful incident occurred over the BeastCraft's herds. A dragon mating flight, as I remember. Who were the members involved in that?" He tries to remember.
Asrai waves the offer away with a smile, "nope, I'm fine...thank you though. Klah does funny things to people." she says with a note of confidence. Looking over at Siboan she nods, "Oh yes, setling in nicely I should say." She keeps her voice down so as not to disturb the other conversation going on.
Emlyn -was- there, so looks more closely at Biron. She says, "To be honest, Sir, I still do not know how that happened. All those blooded animals..." She shakes her head before giving one of those half smiles that people give when they recall something they can't forget.
Ravachol's head bobs back and forth as each participant makes their addition to the coversation, thoughts stepping ahead to try and foretell the way things will go.
Nodding solemnly to Lord Biron's words, she having been at the same festival, she offers, "It was a horrible incident. Master Caitria is still upset over it, as I'm sure many are. I don't recall the rider, however, for that was while we were still at Benden Weyr." Turning to Siboan, she grins. "It has progressed fairly well, I'm happy to report. A few grumblings from the long-time residents, but we're managing very good."
Anya is still standing. She nods to Kindre. "Thank you for that assurance, weyrwoman."
Siboan nods to Emlyn. "Who is your healer up there?"
Biron comments, "As I remember, the dragon in question was named 'Tabith'. And one of the dragons that destroyed so much of the herd was named 'Kheveth'." Why those two names are important is anyone's guess.
Emlyn thinks about it before answering Siboan, "Well, there's a considerable staff, Ma'am, made up of the Old Telgari and the tranfers from Benden. I believe Marrha is in charge, though." She falls quiet to nod at Lord Keroon.
Telgar Weyr> J'lyn says, "N'ren,
you might wanna stay away from Keroon..."
Telgar Weyr> N'ren says, "Keroon? I stay *way* the hell away from Keroon.
Dangerous place for me."
Telgar Weyr> Emlyn laughs and agrees with J'lyn. They don't recall you fondly.
Kindre's head bobs as she smiles to the Lady. "As someone who had her home upturned beneath her, I've learned what a precious thing it is. Again, we're not here to upset anyone or thing, just pay our respects." Blinking a bit as names seem to jar her memory, she frowns slightly. "It was a Telgar green, I don't recall whom, who sent Tabith up. The dragons acted on instinct. We're twice as careful to keep proddy dragons far from protected herds."
Telgar Weyr> Kindre oys, no wonder they
weren't so glad to see us... :)
Telgar Weyr> J'lyn says, "Lord keroon just came up with 2 dragon names, and
Kheveth was one of them. They don't like you one little bit..."
Asrai looks back to the Lord Holder, "I'm sure they were real sorry afterwards, sir." She nods in agreement with Kindre's words.
Telgar Weyr> N'ren says, "And you wonder why I didn't volunteer to come along, eh?"
Emlyn winces as Asrai speaks up again.
Telgar Weyr> Kindre hee's...it could've been fun...bonfire and N'renkabobs ;)
Biron replies, evenly, "Being sorry did not compensate for how many Turns of work?"
Evayne moves towards the kitchen to help Nishiana, and to
stay out of the argument.
Evayne goes through the archway into the kitchens.
Anya raises an eyebrow at Asrai. "Fortunately for riders, they can be sorry, and move one. The same is not always true of those left behind."
Ravachol ventures, seemingly unmindful of his place, or lack of it, "I'm sure such events are -extremely- rare.."
Emlyn speculates out loud at Biron's question, "I'd guess 30 turns at the minimum for a stud of the qualities I saw."
Siboan nods to Emlyn. She leans over and speaks quietly to the rider.
Kindre frowns, more out of regret than anything else it would seem. "Lord Biron, we don't even claim to understand the trauma and heartache that loss caused you. Your assessments are correct; the rider moved on. Master Caitria, a dear friend of us all, drove the loss and the point home, I assure you. We could never assume that the turns have lessened the brunt of your loss."
Asrai frowns a bit concerned, "Thirty turns for a bovine, but if they were that old...what's the big deal about losing them?" She looks to Emlyn, the bovine knowledge well for an answer.
Regal comes in through the main doors from the courtyard.
Siboan mutters to Emlyn, "You'll have to... riders."
Emlyn nudges Asrai with a touch of irritation. "Thirty turns and perhaps six generations of careful breeding. Please let the subject drop, Asrai, since you're not well informed."
Emlyn draws a bit out of the conversation as Siboan whispers to her. The greenrider nods slowly.
Kindre winces visibly before slowly unhinging her shut eyes to regard the Lord and Lady Holders. "I'm agreed with Emlyn, Asrai," she states simply.
Asrai's eyes light up in understanding, "Oh, I get it...sure thing." She doesn't seem to perplexed at just having been, basically, told to shut up by her entire group.
Biron just listens quietly, somewhat mollified by Kindre's comments, but moreso by Emlyn's. Not that that helps much, since it still looks like the Lord Holder is not certain if he's feeding Riders or Holdless.
Anya nods again to Kindre, and sits against enxt to Biron. "YOu'll have to pardon us. It's a...difficult subject."
Biron extends his hand to his wife. And says no more.
Asrai leans towards Emlyn and comments to her softly.
Kindre clears her throat before it seems she has regained her normal, relaxed composure. "I'm guessing the shore-huggers are about to clog your beaches soon enough. I recall Dah getting excited around this time of turn. I believe my elder brothers still sail here to gaze and market for herdbeasts."
Siboan sighs. She mutters to Emlyn, "... to be in... tizzy... days.... searchriders... your..."
Emlyn shakes her head and says aloud to Siboan, "No searchriders, no." Her eyes flash at Asrai. "They weren't -just bovines-, Asrai. They were some herdcrafters' lifework. Imagine inheriting a project that would feed ten more people with the same resources and accomplishing it, then seeing it -eaten- to sate a dragon's mating lust. Now, will you please drop it?"
Anya says "The winter is usually a quiet period, but we'll be busier soon now with spring...." she drifts off at the mention of searchriders, and reguards Kindre suspiciously again.
J'lyn frowns at the exchange between Emlyn and Asrai. He mutters to Emlyn, "Perhaps we should go." He reaches out a hand and lays it on her arm.
Emlyn hadn't expected to be reminded of this incident and is having a difficult time controlling her own anger and upset. She folds her arms over her chest and looks at J'lyn for a long moment. "Yes, that's probably a good idea. We're upsetting the Lord and Lady."
Asrai blinks at Emlyn's return comment. "But the dragons can't help what...oh." she drops the conversation as asked, clearing her throat. My my shoe leather tastes wonderful. Nodding to J'lyn she looks to the Lord Holders, "Perhaps we should at that."
Biron watches quietly, for now, eyes flicking to the mention of Searchriding. All right - so he isn't as deaf as he makes believe.
Kindre, having seen the Lady's look on more faces than she can likely recall, shakes her head as if to answer. "Telgar does not Search. None of our queens have risen or clutched. They are not hungry, and neither are we." Sighing, she regains her smile. "Forgive me, and us. We meant nothing more than to give our regards and rest our own beasts." Nodding along with her friends suggestions, she inclines her head to the group in general. "I wish Keroon a prosperous season and Telgar's duties. I believe we've outstayed whatever welcome you deemed us to deserve."
J'lyn clears his throat. "Kindre? The three of us are leaving before tempers flare any more than they already have." By the look on his face, it's quite possible that this giant of a man may be having a problem keeping his temper in check.
Anya nods and stands again. "And Keroon's to Telgar," she replies briefly.
Asrai smirks, seemingly amused at some portion of Kindre's
comment. At a few looks shot in her direction, the tiny rider looses the smirk and
inclines her head politely to the Lord Holders and heads out.
Asrai walks through the doors out into the courtyard.
"I'm coming, J'lyn," the weyrwoman notes with a smile. Heading towards the door leading back to the courtyard, she turns to smile. "Thank you, Lady Anya. And our thanks for the hospitality. Clear skies." Unable to hold her smile, she turns to leave.
You walk through the main doors of the Hold out into the
courtyard.
Keroon Hold Courtyard
Welcome to Keroon Hold! The courtyard, neatly paved with granite flagstones, is the center
of much of the Hold's activity, and it shows in the atmosphere of hustle and bustle which
surrounds you. The Main Hall towers to the west, connecting with some lower buildings in
the south. To the east rises the wall of the Hold, and its guard tower. All the buildings
are constructed of pink or grey granite, and all the windows bear metal shutters, a silent
testimony to the incursions of Thread which plague the planet. The spicy scents which waft
from the windows of the low building to the south betray the kitchen's position, while a
faint runner-like odour which is carried from the northeast points out the Hold's Stables.
The Gates lie to the east, and to the southeast of the main entrance a stairway has been
carved into the stone, and leads to the Guard Tower.
J'lyn walks out from the Main Hall.
Asrai turns to Kindre with a frown. "They didn't offer us any welcome, Kindre..why did you thank them?"
"Because," Kindre assumes aloud and shrugs, "they've lost a great deal of progress and livelihood to the maws of dragons. Their riders, I fear, aren't much more welcome."
Telgar Weyr> N'ren will make a bet you
just ran rough-up against Keroon's severe dislike of riders, eh? :)
Telgar Weyr> Emlyn says, "We did. Hee!"
Telgar Weyr> Kindre says, "we just visited! They started it! ;) Hee, that was fun
:)"
Telgar Weyr> Emlyn says, "Sure we did. And Asrai walks in and talks about how good
bovines taste. :-)"
Emlyn walks out from the Main Hall.
Emlyn heads out the gates...
Everyone gets atop their dragons and heads back to Telgar Weyr...
Between
You gasp as the icy black nothingness of Between surrounds you! You hear nothing, see
nothing, and feel nothing. The trip takes five heartbeats...
Black...
Blacker...
Blackest!
You suddenly emerge...
Keroon-MH> Biron says, casually, "That's what they get for invading us all at once. Next time, they will know better. And if they've run down our herds by overflying them, I'll be sure to be speaking with their Weyrleader."
You slip down from your lifemate.
Southern Bowl
Towering above, the bowl wall rises in a curving three pointed arc as it shelters this
southernmost point of Telgar Weyr's great cauldera. Sloping down to the north to a slight
degree, the floor of the bowl channeled so that runoff might drain down to the lake
beyond. There are several strategically placed evergreens that serve to baffle the biting
mountain winds away from the southern entrance into the living Caverns. Drifts of snow and
the heavy tracks of large dragon feet and bellies cross the expanse of the bowl. Rocks and
crags are hung with the purest white. Northward, the center of the bowl spreads hugely,
leading to the feeding pens, hatching grounds and the Telgar Weyr Lake. Southwest of this
point, the weyrling barracks may be found, and the ground-level weyrs of the queens are
northwest. Use '+view queenriders' to view them. The murmur of voices and the clatter of
pots and chairs drifts from the Living Cavern, where the evening meal is being served.
Snow swirls lightly around you from out of an overcast winter sky. Contents:
Herath
Emlyn
Pleiath
Tierth
Dulath
Kemith
Prefeth
Lysseth
Kindre, only now able to grit her teeth with no fear of offending, does just that. "Faranth, I understand how they feel, but shards and shells, what else could we have done to make it pleasant?"
Biron pages to Anya, Asrai, Emlyn, J'lyn,
and Kindre: Yeah! And we put our best foot forward for them! (OK, so it was to trip them,
but so what?)
From afar, to Anya, Biron, Emlyn, J'lyn, and Kindre, Asrai gigglesnickers.
Long distance to Anya, Asrai, Biron, Emlyn, and J'lyn: Kindre laughs!! :)
Keroon-MH> Siboan mutters to Ravachol, "... this..."
Keroon-MH> Ravachol chuckles slightly, shaking his head.
Asrai snorts, "I should take Cygnith back when he's hungry. that would show them." she sighs, "But I won't I supose....that would prolly only make things worse."
Emlyn shakes her head at Kindre, "Not a thing. That five minute bloodbath may have set them back a hundred years. We simply need to be understanding." She shifts her feet and frowns. "Mentioning your dragon's most recent feeding, and then asking what the big deal is, since it's just a bovine, is -criminally- insensitive."
Keroon-MH> Ravachol mutters to Siboan, "... an exciting place, isn't..."
Keroon-MH> Siboan mutters to Ravachol, "... moments. Usually when... and... come within spitting... of... other."
Emlyn takes four quick steps and reaches up to grab the front of Asrai's jacket. "You don't understand, do you. Riders and dragons -slaughtered- the painstaking, day-to-day work of decades!" The greenrider is snarling.
"Asrai, I love you like a sister," Kindre says honestly before, "but if you go near Keroon if Cyg is even the slightest bit hungry, I'll be more than angry." Nodding to Emlyn, she sighs one of those helpless ones. "I know, believe me...I was there and saw the masacre. I'm not belittling their loss, Em, I really am not."
Emlyn looks like she might intend to push Asrai on her rear.
Asrai shakes her head, "Emlyn...bovines happen to be one of the things dragons eat. I'm sorry if its insensitive, but if it comes down to a bovine living or my dragon going hungry..." she knocks away Emlyns hands, "I realise your feelings towards the creatures Emlyn, but back off...now." there is an un characteristic steel to Asrai's voice.
Keroon-MH> Anya shakes her head. "At least the previous leadership at Telgar kept to themselves. I'm not sure I approve of the move of all those Benden riders."
Keroon-MH> Ravachol grins, "I get the feeling that's not very often." he wonders in lowered tone.
Kindre steps up beside the two riders, two who Impressed together from her own dragons first eggs layed. "Emlyn, Asrai, enough. Get away from each other before I do it."
J'lyn slides down Lorieth's shoulder to her forelimb, then jumps to the ground.
Emlyn doesn't back off, though her hands are thrown off. "Asrai, you are a fool." Her words are punctuated by short silences.
J'lyn quirks an eyebrow at Emlyn, and then at Asrai.
"Enough, I think I said." Kindre's voice, while low, has it's own cool metal tone to it. "Neither of you will understand the other, so drop it. It's enough to bicker with the people of Keroon, we do not need to do it amoungst ourselves."
Keroon-MH> Siboan nods to Ravachol. "Fortunately not."
Keroon-MH> Ravachol nods to Anya, "I imagine Telgar took its share of Benden's disaffected."
Asrai nods, "You may be right, Emlyn. But i do not let my love of an animal other then my dragon cause me to get angry at another rider." She nods, "Kindre is right...this is foolish."
Keroon-MH> Biron grunts, "A good thing we are not overly dependant on them, then. At least the leadership of Ista Weyr sends a letter ahead instead of descending on us with no warning."
Keroon-MH> Anya nods to Biron.
Keroon-MH> Ravachol mutters to himself, "That... the... ahead..."
Emlyn takes one step back as Kindre speaks, though her eyes
never leave Asrai's face. "If you can't understand my appreciation for the animal,
Asrai, an animal that feeds and clothes most of Pern, then at least remember this: we ride
dragons to protect the people of Pern. The herdcraft's goal is to maximize the ability of
our planet to support itself. If we let our dragons eat any old beast they come across, we
become destroyers as dangerous as Thread." She shakes her head and stalks off.
Emlyn walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living cavern.
Asrai frowns, "Cygnith has never eaten accept from our own pens."
Kindre rubs her temples slightly. "I had no idea it
would cause such a scene," is her quiet admition. "I know, Asrai, but they've a
valid point to have some disregard for riders. In any case, let's just drop it."
"I need some kla...er," Kindre corrects herself after the mornings events,
"some wine." With that, she moves into the warmth and dryness of the cavern.
You walk past the lintel and into the wide living cavern.
Telgar Weyr's Living Cavern
This huge cavern is sufficently roomy to hold a large portion of the Weyr's population
without feeling cramped. There's always a bustle of activity here. Fragrant dishes are
constantly in prepartion for mealtimes: currently for the evening meal. Drudges are always
present, either cleaning under Pierron's watchful eye, or helping fetch and carry. A
myriad of glowbaskets and many ever-lit hearths make the cavern warm and inviting despite
its size. The scents of cooking meats, baking breads and pastries, and the pungent aroma
of spices hang mouthwateringly in the air. It is little wonder that those seeking to relax
nearly always find their way here to do it. Branches of evergreens and glistening winter
berries are ornaments of the season. A short tunnel jaunts northward out to the bowl and
the merry sounds of cooking, chores, and laughter echo from the kitchen at the southeast
end of the cavern near the easterly passage to the rest of the lower caverns. Within the
lower caverns is an entrance to the infirmary weyr to care for injured dragons and riders.
Contents:
Emlyn
Ofira
Maylia
Sandar
Tamali
Jayna
Channie
Kassima
Alwyn
Pierron
Pierron nods thoughtfully as he eyes the junior Queenrider.
Channie blinks, "I wonder if it might be harmful to just pour it out."
Herath> Asrai nods, "Some, but not all. It was not the dragon's fault, that's all I'm trying to say." The tiny rider lets loose a small sigh, straightening her crumpled jacket.
Ofira raises an eyebrown and sips her own wine slowly, relaxing in her chair.
Asrai walks in from the bowl.
Asrai follows the others in, the bounce in her step missing as she heads towards the
serving table..and the wine.
Emlyn is at the drinks table, a glass in her hand. She gulps the contents and refills. A deep breath , and she moves to find a seat. She ends up near Ofira. "Nay if'n 'twere poured *between*, I should think." Kassi nods a salutation to the incoming riders, eyebrows flying up as she takes in the visible signs of ire on Emlyn's face. "I take it your trip went less than swimmingly," she drolly surmises.
Jayna smiles shyly at the influx of new folks.
Sandar groans a greeting to the arrival, still holding his head.
Ofira waves to Asrai, hoping for a less curt greeting, regarding her rather warily.
Herath> J'lyn sighs, shakes his head and follows the
girls in.
J'lyn walks in from the bowl.
Channie nods to Kassima thoughtfully and turns to wave to all those coming in.
Ofira waves to J'lyn, "'Eveing to all of you," she calls to the riders. "Everything okay?"
Kindre gives Pierron an eyeing look as well. One that threatens to pull them from his head lest he look elsewhere. Moving swiftly towards the collection of wineskins, she drags one off the table with barely a glance along with some glasses. Plopping beside Emlyn, she pours a full glass and slides it towards her. "This should help, too, unless the ones you just drowned are enough." Sighing, she then does the formalities. "Telgar's duties to the Reaches, Channie, and eve all. It...went, Kassi."
Channie lifts her hand towards Kindre, "'Reaches duty to Telgar. Good to see you again."
Jayna takes a sip of her klah and puts her mug on the table. She goes to a cabinet and starts rooting around.
Ofira looks at the group curiously, "Oh, where were you off to then?"
Keroon-MH> Biron turns his look on Ravachol, and asks, "Is this a new resident, Anya?"
J'lyn grumbles, "Keroon."
Asrai takes yet another skin of wine and joins the others. Ofira gets a smile, not as bright as her usual one, but sincere. she plops dowm, popping open the skin and taking a large swig. For some reason the Bluerider shoots emlyn a small, almost apologetic smile to Emlyn as she sits.
Ofira nods, "Oh, Keroon. That's nice. I get good reports from my Bakers there. Visiting? Or an errand?"
From afar, Kassima fully expects, between the dislike of you, Kiat, M'kla, A'lex, and others, to walk into the LC only to find Pierron hanging from the rafters by a noose someday. ;)
J'lyn quirks an eyebrow at Ofira, smirjs, and settles into a chair. "Visiting. And no, it wasn't all that pleasant."
Kindre fills a glass for herself and then drowns all but a few drops of its contents. "I'm sorry, Channie. It truly is good to see you...forgive my mood. We," she pauses to nod with J'lyn's words, "yes, were at Keroon. Hard to blame them for it, but they've still a bad taste for riders."
Emlyn now has a drink she poured herself plus the one Kindre just offered. The angry greenrider finishes the first and picks up the second. She's now had three glasses of wine in less than two minutes. Emlyn lifts the glass toward Channie, "Best to Reaches, may her people remain warm and her dragons prosper." Turning to Ofira, she says, "To Keroon, where anti-rider sentiment simmers on a boil, and we go to lower that fire, only then we end up reminding them of that fiasco at the Herdcraft Festival."
Ofira winces. "Oh. That. Oh dear."
Kassima nods, easily able to read between the spaces of that phrase. "Ah. Still? I don't keep up with news from Keroon; i'truth, I've only been there once within m'recollection."
Keroon-MH> Ravachol looks up, feeling himself become the topic of conversation, "Forgive me, M'lord. I'm simply a traveller seeking warmth. I must say -I- have no complaint on Keroons hospitality."
"Bad taste?" J'lyn squawks. "They all but threw us out, Kindre. It was significantly unpleasant."
Sandar looks upset at the news.
Channie giggles to Emlyn and bows her head, "Oh, mine and 'Reaches thanks for the well wishes." she frowns at hearing the outcome of the visit, quieting to listen in.
Ofira glances at Kindre, "Like that time at the Seacraft?"
Asrai says with the wonderful gift of hindsite, "I don't think I helped matters much.."
Jayna looks up from her cabinet, appalled. "Threw you out?" she sputters. "Dragonriders?"
"They've never forgotten," Kindre remarks with a sigh. "Not that I can completely fault them, but the assumptions we were they to pilage their fields and ranks was unnecessary." Shrugging to J'lyn, she says, "I know. At least we kept our heads and did nothing to give them something new to hate us for." A sad nod goes to Ofira. "Much like it, Master, though not as heated. Subtler."
Ofira shakes her head, "That can be all the more unpleasant sometimes. Really, how foolish of them. They offer hospitality to bakers, and certainly we deplete their flocks every bit as much."
Emlyn doesn't see Asrai's apologetic smile. To Jayna, "Yes, threw us out, and rightly so!"
Keroon-MH> Biron nods to Ravachol. "Keroon attempts to offer hospitality to all who deserve it." That's a rather telling statement. "May I ask where you have travelled?"
Alwyn sighs, "I am going to see if I can get some sleep.." he touches his head once and waves to those he knows...and those he knows from last night.
Channie waves to Alwyn, grinning playfully, "I hope you feel better Mushroom boy."
Jayna looks quizzically at the rider. "Why rightly?" she asks respectfully.
Channie darns as he doesn't even get to hear what she said. "Foo."
Emlyn says to Ofira, "You eat their culls. Just like our dragons. You don't serve up their bloodstock at barbecues."
"Nay if'n they all *but* threw them out, Ofira. That man *did* throw us out of Seacraft... or tried." A momentary flicker of irritation sparks in Kassi's eyes before she shrugs. "Forgotten *what*?" she wants to know of Kindre. "Has there been some ugly incident between Benden or Telgar and Keroon that I'm simply nay recalling? I do remember that Beastcraft fiasco thing a few Turns back, but I had believed that matter settled between the Craft and Ista Weyr."
Keroon-MH> Anya seems to relax a bit, the color slowly coming back to her face. She shakes her head. "Ravachol is just a visitor."
Tamali pretends disinterest, idly scritching her sleepy green.
Keroon-MH> Ravachol says "From Katz Field, M'lord. I was thinking of journeying onwards to a crafthall, but it's a poor choice of season for travel."
Kindre shakes her head to Emlyn. "Not rightly so. They did not throw us out. It was simply made clear that we were not welcome...nothing like the Seacraft. We were as kind and respectful, I think, as we could have been." Shaking her head at Kassima, she notes, "The incident at the Festival where the herdbeasts were slaughtered. Riders are still to blame."
Keroon-MH> Siboan says "that it is! Which craft were you considering?" Channie shakes her head and pipes up, "Um, What happened with the seacraft? Was there a fight?"
Keroon-MH> Biron nods, "That is true, yes. What craft were you considering?"
Aphrael walks here from the Inner Cavern.
J'lyn scowls. "Not all riders, Kindre. I was not at that Festival, yet I am supposed to just let him sling mud at me? Because of a handful of riders who were not there today? I think not, weyrwoman."
Kindre nods to the visiting Reaches rider. "Jacob all but physically had Kassima and I thrown out of the Rusted Hulk."
Channie whistles softly and looks at Kassi, and then back at Kindre, "What did you do to upset him so?"
Aphrael pads in from the inner caverns, looking a little better than when she left. A faint sigh escapes her, as she heads for the Skyfire table, reaching for some wine, before she pauses, head tilted, listening to the conversation. Ofira sighs at the recollection, "He really lost all control of himself. But there was nothing he could really do."
"A rider, actually," Kassi corrects, stealing a sweet from her basket. "The rider who took her proddy green from the Weyr. Terrible though the Beastcraft's loss was, I can't understand holding tooth and nail onto a hatred of riders who were nay even involved in the matter any more than I can understand that Seacrafter's--aye, Jacob was his name--hatred of riders on a general basis."
M'kla walks in from the bowl.
Pierron glances up as the weyrsecond enters.
Keroon-MH> Ravachol steps away from the fire slightly, recovered now from his journey, "The Sea, I fancy. Its always carried appeal for me.
"I think," Kindre turns to half-glare at J'lyn, "that we've a duty to walk away from things like that. We can not changed their prejudice and it is a waste of words to try to do so. The relations are bad enough without our adding to it."
Sandar mumbles a greeting to the Weyrsecond.
Jayna returns to her klah, carrying a wrapped bundle. She settles and listens the riders with interest.
Emlyn doesn't try to explain the value of the beasts that were slaughtered. She tried that earlier and nearly had to kill Asrai over the incident. Instead, she empties her wineglass.
Kassima nods in concurrance with that, wincing as the motion doesn't do much to help her headache. "If'n it can't be changed, then aye... nay point sitting around pouring salt in their wounds, so t'speak. Nay matter how ultimately pointless and grievously unfair 'tis t'be holding such a grudge--that being naught but m'opinion, a'course."
Asrai frowns slightly, taking the oportunity to drink heavily from her own wineskin.
Keroon-MH> Biron nods, "Seamen are good people."
Keroon-MH> Siboan nods. "We occationally have a seacrafter posted here. They get around."
Keroon-MH> Anya keeps glancing towards the entrance, concern edging her brow.
Keroon-MH> Ravachol raises an eyebrow towards Siboan, "Here? Really?"
Channie waves hello to Aphrael as she returns, "Say, are you feeling better?"
Asrai looks over, "The beasts that were killed were not your normal tithe animals. They were special bovines. If the people worked as hard as Emlyn said they did..tis little wonder they still remember."
Ofira nods, musing. "I never really did understand the fuss, myself. Oh, certainly they lost some fine beasts, but not enough to make a difference - oh, special?" she asks Asrai.
Keroon-MH> Biron looks at Anya, "Is something wrong?"
Keroon-MH> Siboan nods to Ravachol. "We do have a small port, after all."
Keroon-MH> Anya shakes her head, slightly distracted. "It's just, wearing, having riders around."
Aphrael glances to Channie, nodding a little ruefully as she slips over to join her friend. "Yeah, a lot. What's all this talk about?" She asks quietly. Asrai nods with a glance to Emlyn, "Yeah, very special." She takes another long drink from her skin..not even bothering with a glass. "Not the type you are suposed to eat..."
Keroon-MH> Biron nods, "That is true. Though not all of them are bad. Some come from this very Hold. Do you remember Siriah?"
Ofira raises an eyebrow and considers. "Even the toughest beasts can be made suitable for eating."
"Remembering and begrudging are two different things," Kassima opines, glancing now towards Asrai. "If'n a Keroonian came t'Telgar and, for whatever reason, forced another Keroonian t'kill something or someone I loved, would I forgive the Keroonian at fault? A'course nay. He'd be lucky if'n I didn't return the favor. Would I forgive the Keroonian who couldn't help himself, but had nevertheless had a hand in the deed? Probably nay. I'm nay so big of a person as that. But would I develop an abiding loathing for all Keroonians because of the acts of a few? I should sharding well hope nay, because that still seems utterly ludicrous t'me." Another shrug, and she waves belatedly to Aph and M'kla both.
Emlyn nods at Asrai's words and gives her a look a little softer than the ones her friend received earlier. She ndos to Ofira, "Imagine if you and my foster-mom lost the results of thirty turns of research on some vegetable or other. Might seem trivial to a seacrafter, but let's say you figured out a way to feed ten more people a week in that research. And a fardling ovine comes over and eats it in front of you. Or worse, a drunken sailor eats it and belches."
Channie leans over to Aphrael, "oh, it sounds like they went to visit Keroon, but the people there are still rather upset about what happened at the gather that one time." she explaines to her friend.
Jayna listens with interest. "Uh. . . if I might be so bold as to ask, what happened? Did dragons feed on the beasts? These events happened before I got to the weyr," she asks, rather apologetically.
Kindre pours and drowns another glass before pulling from her thoughts. "It was a few turns ago, but they did lose a great deal of research and progress. I don't agree with them treating -us- disrespectfully, but I can see why they might." Shrugging, she runs her finger absently along the stem of her glass. "It is a point that can not be easily argued, so I don't, simply put. It is not worth the waste of time to attempt to sway people set in their thoughts." Bobbing her head in agreement with both Kassima and Emlyn, she adds, "I wish they no ill will, but will not impose my good will either. If they feel that way, so be it. Keroon is not a land we protect. They don't need us, we don't need them. I'd rather let them hate us quietly and from afar."
Ofira frowns, "I'd smack him on the back and have it out of him! What a dreadful set back that would be!"
Keroon-MH> Anya nods sourly. "Yes, another perfectly good holder snatched."
Keroon-MH> Ravachol nods to Siboan. "I suppose you're right." He retreats into a moment of thoughtful silence, mulling through his private thoughts distractedly.
The rest of Keroon's Main Hall talking pulled away from the earlier incident, so for the sanity of size I cut it out :)
M'kla just sighs quietly at that and sits down again.
Aphrael runs a hand through her hair, frowning in rememberance. "What, when that Istan green rose?" She asks, tone curious, for she can barely remember the incident.
Emlyn ignores Kindre as she nods to Ofira. "Yep. Now imagine seacrafters showing up in your kitchen and telling you how tasty those vegetables were, how you shouldn't be so angry at them because half your crafthall lost three decades worth of work. They're just a bunch of roots, right?" She leans forward angrily. "Right?"
Channie nods to Aphrael, "Aye, right. At least i think that's what they're still upset about. I can't think of anything else that would have them so heated up still."
M'kla comments loudly enough to be heard. "Aye, and I'd argued for turns afore I even Impressed that it was sharding stupid of them to not put all the beasts under cover when there were dragons about, just for that reason. Shows what beastcrafters know, sometimes."
Ofira blinks. "Umm. Right. Well, no . Of course not. Yes, I see what you mean Emlyn."
J'lyn shrugs. "Lorieth was saying as we headed back to the Weyr that she didn't see anything there that would make a decent meal."
M'kla smiles grimly, "The sigh o dragons panics all manner of beasts...and they've the nerve to complain about it...when they're the ones cruel to their beasts in general, to leave them about terrified of the flyin creatures. I thought it was sharding stupid then, and that opinion's nay changed in twenty turns of being a Rider."
Asrai winces as Emlyn starts to get angry..again. Seeing M'kla for the first time...observant isn't she..Asrai salutes, "Hiya M'kla, Weyrsecond, Wingleader...ma'am."
Kassima nods, "Several Turns agone, aye. And the Beastcraft and Ista have long since reached a settlement about it. The way I see it, there're three sides here: those who think the Keroonians have the right to treat riders like dirt, those who think they should go bend a tail, and those who don't agree with 'em but are content to leave 'em in peace." She grins ruefully and raises her citron glass in a toast of sorts. "Here's to the wonder of diversity, eh?" Ofira nods thoughtfully. "We always did keep any records or projects of value safely locked up back at the Seacraft. As I do here, actually."
Kindre nods to a few comments. "Indeed, Channie, that's why they still disfavor us." Frowning slightly at Emlyn, she notes to the young rider, "We...at least I...can understand their view. I'm not belittling their loss nor do I assume I can reasonably understand it. What I am saying, however, is that I'm not fond of being lumped in with riders I hardly know. It's my fault we went there and I'll be sure to tell that to the Weyrleaders. My only hope is that we've not upset them further. Our intentions were good ones." Once again a frustrated sigh escapes the goldrider's lips.
Emlyn can't help overhearing M'kla. She takes a deep breath and stares darkly at her glass. As the conversation continues to move around her, she finds she's too drunk from her previous attempts to relax to say anything of value. She does manage to nod to Kindre, "I agree. It's unfair. And I don't know how to change a thing." She gets up and moves unsteadily out toward the bowl.
M'kla chuckles some, "Kindre...ye o'er rank any headwoman, craftsecond, or indeed...pretty much aught but the Senior Weyrwomen and Craftmasters...and if they can't remember the manners and rank-respect taht were taught to them by their mothers and fostermothers, then they're a crying shame and disgrace to those same lovin women. And I'll go sharding tell that to that foul mouthed hag if you like. I'm nay afraid of her. I bloody well roomed with her as a journeyman."
J'lyn sighs. "I need to head back up to my weyr. There
are some things I need to pore over before too much longer."
J'lyn walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
Emlyn walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
Asrai giggles, smiling much more like herself at M'kla's words. But in all fairness she shakes her head, "But M'kla..she didn't use any foul language."
M'kla chuckles, "This time."
M'kla chuckles, "I ought to do as I threatened before, and kidnap the wench for a
Fall...I think a lil perspective an /real/ fear'd do her attitude wonders."
"Neither do I," Kindre mutters as Emlyn moves away from her. Smiling as she finally sets eyes on the Weyrsecond, she nods as the wise woman speaks to her. Chuckling, she says, "Good Faranth's golden shards, M'kla, how I do adore you. No, though, it's unnecessary. They were, in truth, respectful. The was no loss of tension and it only seemed to increase no matter what I said. My rank is that of a rider, plain and simple, when I visit someone else's Hold or Weyr, in my eyes. I've never assumed it'd get me more respect...and I guess that's a sharding good assumption these days."
Jayna sips her klah and listens, fascinated.
M'kla snorts at Kindre, "Then ye need to have a bit more of a realistic view in yer eyes, lass...ye aren't 'jest another rider'. Yer a blooming goldrider of Telgar! Yer gold came from Ramoth's bronze sons and grandsons! Time a little respect went somewhere, ofore it becomes chaos."
Kassima shakes her head in admiration at M'kla. "If'n you do that, M'kla, will you kindly give me a detailed account of such? I don't think I'm sorry that I didn't go t'Keroon, but *that* would be a shame to miss... at least they didn't treat you as Jacob did us, though, Kin. I'll never forget the audacity of that man."
M'kla rumbles, "Anaer one I'd like to teach what real fear was."
Asrai giggles, "Oh ma'am," She addresses M'kla. "That would be funny to see. Although prolly not a very nice thing to do to the Lady Holder."
Aphrael ahs thoughtfully, gulping down the rest of the wine.
"I think.. I'll go get some rest," She says, carefully, standing up and heading
for the bowl.
Aphrael walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
Tamali shivers. Fall. The idea of being outside in Fall. Ugh. How do they do it?
Channie waves after Aphrael, looking disapointed that the rider is leaving, "Take care!" she shouts after the bluerider.
Ofira sighs, sipping her wine, rather gloomily, "I felt so terrible that night, Kassima. The place where I apprenticed, not even able to show hospitality to my friends."
M'kla says "Mebbe it would behoove the Lady Holder tae oh...act more like a Lady Holder and less like a holder wench who's in a bad part o the month!"
Kindre smirks a bit. "You know, I should have seen this trend when I was a Weyrling and, back then, Benden's Lord Besander said it was nice to meet Benden Weyr's next watchdragon pair." Chuckling softly, she sighs and sips from her wine again. "Oh, agreed Kassima. Keroon was a day at Boll compared to that nasty gentleman Jacob. Oh, Ofira," she turns and smiles, "Don't even concern over it, truly. I don't any longer."
Tamali blinks at /that/ comment. Dark eyes drift to M'kla. "There is something wrong with Holders?"
Ofira smiles gratefully at Kindre and then glances over at M'kla.
M'kla eyes Tamali coolly, "There is when they act with no manners simply ocause they be holders, if you catch my drift, youngster. Don't give me guff about holders, I were born one, and one with manners. Unlike SOME folk..a weyrbred girl can't act like a wher for long without her mouth gettin her in more trouble than her skirts can hide, if you get my drift."
Kassima sighs. "If'n the man had been content t'simply spout profanity at us for awhile, I'd have been fine with that... having us 'escorted' from the Hulk and claiming he'd have us banned from it were the outrageous things. A'course, I suppose he might've had the right t'do so... but right and fair are hardly synonymous." She frowns, then smiles a touch sheepishly at Ofira. "Oh, listen nay t'me, Ofira. I just miss Hugh's brandy--'twas nay fault of *yours*, by any means anyone could even imagine!"
Tamali says "So, the weyrbred always have manners?"
Ofira grins at Tamali's words and mutters something under her breath about Sionelle.
Jayna looks curiously at Tamali and the Weyrsecond.
Channie shakes her head, "I still don't understand what happened at the 'hulk to get the man so upset."
M'kla says "I woulnae say manners lass, but I would bloody well say they have respect for others...and if they don't, they're a disgrace to their dragon."
Tamali hmms. "and if the dragon told them to behave..."
"Nay more'n all holdbred are ill-mannered, I should imagine. Isn't B'fus weyrbred?" Kassi wonders idly, before turning to reply to Nie. "Naught 'tall, m'friend. We went in, sat down, and ordered drinks. That was the extent of it."
Ofira turns to Channie and explains, "As long as I knew him, Jacob hated riders. For no reason that I could understand, except that he was afraid of dragons. He avoids them at all costs. And then we arrived with several - I suppose it was just too much for him. He was always odd that way."
M'kla snorts at Tamali, "Nay lass, sadly ye tell yer dragon to behave and not the other way around...but most folks around here learn right quick that if they're gonta act the fool, they can have all the dawnsweeps and cleanin duty they like."
"Or become drudges for greenriders," V'dan helpfully pipes up.
M'kla snorts at Ofira, "Remind me o that, Ofira...next time I'm over there...I'll scare him to death for ye. I'll have Torinth think tae search him or somethin."
Tamali hmms. She admits, surprisingly, "I don't know anything about dragons."
Channie nods as she understands Ofira, "I see. Well, he doesn't have any rank to keep anyone from there does he?" she asks with a frown, "Or...does it? I don't think I know him at all."
Asrai pipes in, "But M'kla...what's wrong with dawn sweeps?" her looks is curious, being a big fan of them, herself...no one ever said the tiny rider was normal.
Ofira shakes her head, "He's a master crafter, but not craftsecond or crafmaster. And the 'HUlk is really a public place. I dont' believe he has the authority. Tiemar wouldn never have backed him up on it. Too bad we couldnt' find him that time."
Jayna clears her throat. "Umm. . . I don't meant to interrupt, bu I have to say. . . I grew up on a small farmhold, in Benden Hold proper. The folks at the farmhold were very nice, but the folks at the Hold tended to be a bit. . . difficult. But here at the Weyr, people have been almost univesrally kind."
Channie grins toothily, "Depends on the weyr sometimes..."
Blinking suddenly, Kindre seems to snap out of whatever conversation that has been occupying her mind. "Hmm...what?" is her returning attentions query, "Sorry. Mind went 'tween there for a moment...Hera and such," she explains with a small shrug of her shoulder and apologetic smile. "What did I miss?"
Kassima nods in affirmation with Ofira. "'Twas just simpler to comply, though another Seacrafter did at least call off the men that creature tried t'have drag us out bodily. Lysseth was furious, I'll tell you--she wanted t'chase him up and down the beach until he collapsed from fright in return for saying such things about me and her." The greenrider can't completely hide her reminiscent grin. "Really, 'twas an entertaining picture she gave me... but the man *is* a Master, and such things are nay dignified."
Ofira gets up and casually strolls by the table, stopping, but not making any selection of food, bringing her self over to sit closer to M'kla.
Tamali snorts at /that/ image.
M'kla chuckles, "Get yer just revenge, lass. Search him when he's by himself, and then leave him tae sound like a bloody fool."
Asrai giggles, in a much better mood now then before..not that it takes much to but the Bluerider in a good mood.
Sandar would be in a better mood if his head didn't hurt so. But then again, he's just an assistant steward, and not much help in the way of politics.
Channie giggles, "Can you 'force' a dragon to search someone? I guess if she thought she could get some revenge she'd do it huh?"
"Ah," Kindre pipes in as she catches up on the conversation. "It was an ugly scene, I'll quickly agree. I'm just weary of it all, honestly. I'm holdbred, Impressed, and now I'm a rider. What ills have I brought to Pern? None, though others think I have because my dragon eats and her offspring need lifemates." A smirk hesitantly tugs her lips up as she listens to M'kla. "I'm so glad you're on our side, Weyrsecond."
Jayna glances over toward Sandar. "You're not well, Sandy? You look kind of pale."
Ofira laughs, "What an image that makes." she says in response to M'kla's suggestion. "I merely cut him off of my bubbly pies."
Tamali actually seems interested in the conversation now.
Sandar grumbles to Jayna, "the klah," as though it should explain everything. And it probably should.
Asrai blinks a little confused at the turn the conversation has taken.
"But would the Weyr forgive me if'n, against all expectations, he took me up on it?" Kassima wonders wryly. "Lyss would like as nay be willing t'play along if'n I reminded her of the incident. Would Herath, Kin? 'Twould only be right that you'd get a crack at him, too. He was even nastier t'you than me." Her latter comment receives a grin from Kassi in response, and the rider directs a wink M'kla-wards. "I concur. I'd hate t'have anyone with your wicked creativity ranged against me, Weyrsecond!"
Sandar, being decidedly craft-bred, doesn't know much about dealing with holds.
Jayna nods sympathetically. "The klah, of course! Did you do anything. . . uh. . . injudicious?" she asks delicately.
Asrai shakes her head, "But M'kla is a nice person. You wouldn't really do anything evil like that..would you M'kla?" Boy is she snowed.
Kindre chuckles, albeit weaky as her mood only slowly shifts to being humorous. "I'm sure I could convince her of it. She's nearly as evil as our dearest M'kla here." Winking at the Weyrsecond betrays her kidding nature. Sandar groans at Jayna's query. "Maybe I'll tell you about it one day and we can have a good laugh." He holds his head in such a manner that it seems that this day may never come to pass.
Ofira laughs and then says softly, "Remind me that I need to ask for some of that wicked cousel of yours sometime," to M'kla. Aloud she says, "Oh, by the way, have you tasted the klah that new fellow is making? I was curious as to your opinion of it M'kla."
Channie shudders, "Not /that/ Klah...right?"
"Best hurry, Sandar, if'n you want t'be the one to tell her," Kassi advises. "The tales about all of this will start spreading the moment the drudges are convinced they nay longer need t'be keeping such a low profile."
Sandar wishes we'd stop talking about klah and get back to talking about politics. At least politics don't give him any bad memories of writing on the floor.
Silanda walks here from the Inner Cavern.
Sandar groans to Kassi, knowing she's right. "Maybe once my head stops ringing," he offers.
Ofira shakes her head, "No, no. That new fellow, Remo, Makes excellent klah, actually." She waves to Silanda.
Silanda strolls in, sewing basket swinging at her side.
Asrai stands, having finished off her wine skin. "If
you all will excuse me..I need to be heading back up to the weyr."
Asrai walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
Sandar grumbles, "as long as it isn't sharding runner klah."
Silanda sits in her usual seat. "Runner klah?"
Ofira blinks, "Runner klah?" sh elooks as Silanda, "I have no idea what they're going on about. Runner klah. Mushrooms in unspeakable places. I was just saying that Remo makes a nice klah."
Channie waves bye to Asrai, "missed."
Silanda shrugs, and grins over at Ofira. "I guess us old ladies are just out of touch..."
The mention of that horrible brew being referred to as The Klah, nevermind the eventful evening already had by the goldrider, seems to have effected Kindre more than she's willing to admit. Weariness evident on her face, she rises from her seat and takes the wineskin for good measure. "Evening, Silanda," she offers as she heads towards the door, "and forgive me, all, but I've records to attend to. It's growing late and my head is already beginning to smart." Whether from the poisonous klah or the chat at Keroon she'd not admit. "Again, Channie, it was wonderful to see you again. I'm sorry I was so distracted. Telgar's duties to the Reaches and such. Good eve, all."
Ofira laughs softly, "I suppose so. Well, I'm quite content on a night like this to sit by the fire and be an old auntie. At least until tomorrow."
Sandar groans audibly again at the mention of old aunties.
Kassima nods in agreement. "Sounds fair enough," she allows. "M'self, I'm hoping m'memory will remain blessedly blank... what I *do* remember's enough t'give me nightmares for an age." With a sigh, she leans back in her chair and rests one hand on her abdomen. "Methinks I should've been a bit lighter on the sweets... I've a mind to eat actual dinner. Any suggestions, Ofira?" With a smile, she gets to her feet and waves to Kindre. "I'll see you on the morrow, Kin. Get some rest--if'n your head's aught like mine, you probably need it."
Tamali just tries not to listen to the klah convo. But she /does/ need a drink. Okay. "Could I perhaps have some /juice/?" She is /not/ touching the klah?
You walk down the short tunnel and out into the bowl...
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