Living Caverns
The rough-hewn majesty of this cavern far outpaces any delight in the multitudes of curves that form its enclosure. The glabrous grey granite is shot through with translucent obsidian, lending subtly-veined sparkle to the walls and the foot-trodden smoothness of the floor that shows centuries-old placements of the scarred trestle tables; carven hollows give homes for the glow baskets and the coat-pegs that line the walls. No mosaics, no painting, no tiles: just a few well-done tapestries mark the pathway that lead to the kitchen to the north and the inner caverns to the west, and frame the nighthearth's stew and snacks, while a heavier strip of oiled canvas shields the unwary from the wind in the bowl.
Eliscar arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Eliscar says, "Hi, Lis"
Eliscar gets a glass of wine, and sits
Lis is curled up in her usual chair by the hearth, oddly awake in spite of the candlemark. "H'lo," she answers the voice, finally peering up from her mug of klah to see who it is.
Eliscar says, "I am Eliscar. I beleive we met a couple of day's ago"
"Ah, okay..." It's all coming back to Lis, albeit a bit belatedly. "Enjoying your stay at the weyr?"
Eliscar says, "Ya. Probably joining as a gaurd, soon. "
Eliscar sips his wine
Atop Lylia's shoulder clings a rather lovely furry critter. Well, in her opinion. Sweeping tranquiling surrounds the brownrider... If not her pet. Chittering and chirring, Endymion stares at Lis with beady black eyes, while Lylia just gives a tired little wave to Lis.
Lis' head bobs in an approving nod. "Guards. Sounds good." Her sentences may be succinct, but it is getting later in the hour, no? Waving cheerily to Lylia, she even wrinkles her nose cutely at Enymion. Kythe is sleeping off his latest gorging...
"Guards are good." Not that Lylia has a clue of the thread of conversation. "Some good folks among the guards... How're you Lis? And how's Alymath?" Hopefully not glowing. Smirk touching her lips, Lylia croons at her pet, grinning at the critter. He's a cutie, yep.
"Sleeeepy," Lis drawls to her brownriding wingmate, another sip of her klah mug taken quickly. Can't have that happen again. "Alymath's fine, just fine. And no, she's not going up anytime soon." Thank /Faranth/.
Poor Druseth will be /so/ disappointed. Lylia's grin continues, and she begins to poke about. A chair, yes, that's what she wants! Finally finding such suitable, she pulls it up, still keeping a sleepy grin. "Good, good."
Lis waves Lylia and her chair over to the hearth. It's warm, and it's got food; 'nuff said. "Tell me about it... And next time D'renn might even be around." Which, of course, is her utmost worry.
"Ewwwww!" /There's/ a fear for Lylia. Whimpering slightly, she gives the chair a little kick, then another, dragging it closer to the nice, cookie-filled hearth. "Not that he's bad looking... But he's /D'renn/." It's an important point. Still having a face screwed up into a frown, the look deepens. "Better than Ko'en." Ha, nightmare time.
Edaeyn stalks restively in from the Central Bowl.
Eliscar exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.
"He does have nice hair..." Lis'll say that much about him; cold sober, anyway. "But still. He's /ancient/." I.e., he's over 20-some Turns. Old. "Well, now Ko'en's not that bad..." Oooh, /someone/ likes Ko'en!
"I'm sure having your throat ripped out by wherries isn't bad either." /Someone's/ dragon is a little hungry. Lylia unconsciously licks her lips... Blood or wine? The look quickly turns to a deep, almost leer-like smirk. "And you have to admit.. Those leathers look good on him." Those tight leathers. /Tight/ as can be... But the sick look returns. "Oooold. More than old. Over thirty turns!" No one wants to guess. "Ko'en's just /evil/ and gross. Don't tell me you escaped his torture."
Michel arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Michel sighs as he returns to hubbub of the 'caverns.
Edaeyn perches on the edge of the table. "Evening ..."
Lis snorts at Lylia dismissively. "If you even gave him half a look, you'd see that he's not completely gross. You're just used to thinking of him as a brat." This greenrider, of course, never got to meet that wonderful Ko'en. "Oh, please. Don't tell me you've been leering at D'renn." Faranth knows he'd leer back, or worse. "Or even /really/ looking at him. /That's/ disgusting."
Michel limps toward the hearth to pour himself another mug of klah and laces it with a bit of good wine. "Evening, Edaeyn." He nods to Lis and Lylia.
Smirk. Lis's memory must be going... And who is Lylia /not/ to appreciate a good-looking male? The Ko'en statement is answered with a snort. "He is! Of course I think of him as a brat... It's what he is!" Anyone can answer that. "But if you want to be stuck with the ugliest, most annoying one of them all, fine." Sniping only slightly, she tugs at her jacket, giving a wave to Edaeyn and Michel. "Of course I looked at him. He's always around the Weyr. Not gonna close my eyes when he walks in the room." And Faranth knows Lyli might leer back.
Edaeyn doesn't say anything about the wine: after all, she was lacing her juice not long ago. She nods to Lis, not quite sure she wants to know what's going on over there.
Michel limps to a table near Edaeyn and sits down next to her. A small smile playing about his lips as he sips his laced klah.
Edaeyn cocks her head slightly. "You even know what they're talking about?"
Michel shrugs as he listens and says, "A rider named Ko'en and D'renn I guess...that's about all I can figure out.
If Lylia can leer at D'renn, Lis can at least appreciate Ko'en. "To you, maybe. To the unbiased female, he's rather attractive," the greenrider points out haughtilly. "I look at him too, but not like that. He used to be our weyrlingmaster, after all." Too bad he didn't stay that way...
Edaeyn rubs her forehead. "So I see ..." She stands, looking about ready to pace.
"And Ko'en used to be a brat." Logic as far as Lylia knows. "Still, he's not the brightest of glows. Or the most standable. Just 'cause I think of him as a brat doesn't mean he's not /bad/." After all, many young girls in the brat caves have been scarred for life by him. "D'renn's nice at least... Sorta? In a D'renn way? But there are better men than either..." The smirk takes on a feline glance.
Lis' comment is definately not-Lis-like. "The man doesn't have to be bright, really. And I'm not put off by reputations." Oh /my/. "D'renn's about as nice as a tunnelsnake in your bed... Alright, maybe a ferret in your bed, but he's still not what I'd call 'nice'." In spite of her tendency to sympathize with the said bluerider. She'll just ignore that smirk of Lylia's.
Michel sighs and catches Edaeyn's hand before she can start pacing. "Worried about something? Come sit next to me." he pulls her down toward a chair.
Edaeyn comes to stand by him, but doesn't sit down, shaking her head just a bit.
Rakyri blinks in from ::between::!
"Ever have a ferret in your cot?" Lylia raises an eyebrow. "It's... interesting. But if he's like that..." Winking suggestively, she stretches out her legs. "But come on... It's Ko'en! I mean, he's not got even some kind of wiry strength. Get a man with some /muscle/ or at least some intelligence. Ko'en's just too /Ko'en/. Doesn't even got decent-looking leathers. Or manners." Lylia shivers slightly. "And there's a few greenriders who I can definately say are better. T'nis?" Mrrrr. "Not to mention certain others of our class..." She likes her smirk, thank you.
Merra arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Rakyri chitters in alarm and the images he flashes to Liulfr and Michel are of a man on the floor and a woman on a cot.
Michel stands abruptly and starts to the entrance and nearly runs Merra down. "Umm, infirmary.......sorry. I was just coming, Merra."
Merra runs in screaming. "MICHEL!!! EDAEYN!!! KAELEN IS....IS..." She collapses sobbing.
Michel looks back to Edaeyn to take care of Merra as he heads for the infirmary.
Michel steps into the shadows that lead back into the Weyr.
Merra collects herself enough to go back to the infirmary. She gestures frantically at Edaeyn to come also, unable to speak.
Merra steps into the shadows that lead back into the Weyr.
Edaeyn steps into the shadows that lead back into the Weyr.
Lis just plain /gags/ right out. Now that's a mental picture she'll not entertain if she can help it. "Oh, as if D'renn is /so/ much more..." Faranth, she can't even bring herself to say it. "Attractive? At least Ko'en has the sense to wear pants that leave things to the imagination." Whether or not the greenrider's imagining isn't important, since they're just comparing a pair of blueriders. "T'nis is easy on the eyes, but he rides green. He's all yours when Raqueth rises, though."
Tat blinks in from ::between::!
Rakyri suddenly disappears ::between::!
"Don't think Ko'en's got anything to show with tight leathers... D'renn at least can pull it off." Lylia's grateful. /Oh/ so grateful. "Hey, Ozth may give Druseth a run for it, but you can bet your marks that Druseth'll fly when Raqueth goes up." She may not be too fond of T'nis as a person, but for a flight? Her smirk widens, eyes glinting. "Though I think you agree that even if we fight about blueriders," *cough*D'renn,yum,*cough*, "There /are/ some good looking, nice bronzeriders about. And even some brownriders." She's socialized a little, after all.
Lis has her own opinions of D'renn and Ko'en's pants. "He might. You don't know for sure. And stop talking about D'renn like that. Gives me flutteries in my stomach." Probably nausea, but who knows. "Now, bronzeriders are a whole different story..." Can we say, 'Yow'? "But, what do you think of M'rin?" A positively evil grin lights up Lis' features. Now we get to the good stuff.
"Still say D'renn's better... Oooh!" Lylia's smirk twists into a pleasant little smile. Evil? A little. "Bronzeriders... There's some agreement. And M'rin? He's kinda like a scared little rabbit. A good-looking, intelligent scared little rabbit." And she's a feline on the hunt. Or a lazy brownrider.
Lis raises her brows thoughtfully at Lylia's appraisal. "Rabbit, huh? Think Sindiath's flight finally snapped him out of it?" Dear Faranth, she's not going after him now, is she? "Y'know... I still don't know what happened to him after Alymath's flight." There's a frustrated look on her face that suggests she'd sure like to. "I don't think I've hardly even looked at him twice since graduation." Uh-oh.
"Perhaps." And that makes Lylia grin wider... The possibilities? But M'rin. Hrm. "I don't know, but I would think the gossip would tell us /anything/. I wan't to know something!" Her voice almost becomes a whine, but suddenly stops. "Suppose I'll have to wait and see... You greenriders have an advantage. Options. Even if Druseth is the only man I'll need." Aww, he makes her all fluttery.
Lis might have a thing for bronzeriders, even the cowering scared ones. "You'd think! But not a word... Tyara's not talking about it. I already tried her." Perhaps they can pump M'rin later for the events. "Options! Hah! It's all Alymath's choice, really. Hopefully she'll pick some young, fresh male again." And leave Trydanth in the dust, is the implied ending to that.
"There's gotta be a way." Lylia's gone into plotting mode, finger tapping her chin. "People are often more truthful when they're drunk.. But I can't do that to Ty. Some other way." Evil. Bugging M'rin is an option... "Alymath'll get a good one. Druseth's a fresh young male.." She winks, grinning.
Lis rolls her eyes at Lylia, even giggling. "Now, Lylia... You're a good friend and all, but..." Oh, look: inspiration's struck. "You could take D'renn, and then I get to pick someone else." Problem solved! Now, if only we could get Alymath sold on Druseth. "You're right, Tyara's got it bad enough. But we could get M'rin drunk, somehow. He'd probably spill after a few glasses of wine... Or a glass or two of some Gar cider." Lis' eyes twinkle mischeviously. Someone's hit the cider before, yah.
Lylia shrugs slightly, dark gaze straying. "And I know where the cooks keep their stash..." She trails off, before turning back to Lis, grinning slightly, a gleam in her eye. "If I have a choice? If I have a choice, not D'renn... Some buff young guy." Or girl, but she won't say that. Lis is her friend after all. "Druseth might have a chance. And against Barbarianth and Trydanth?" Not impressed, not at all. But once more she gives a slight nod. "Don't know if we have cider, but we've got other things." Mmmm... Yummy little rabbit drunk.
Lis shakes her head dissapprovingly at Lylia. She's still got morals, no matter how badly Alymath's tried to warp them. "Well, I've got to be going... If M'rin does come back, make sure you get him throughly plastered, and tell me /everything/." Shoving back her chair, the greenrider saunters pinkly out into the night.
Parts of this log contributed by Lylia.