P'rru's Sunnydale Library
Arched entranceway leads you into this
compact weyr not built
with height in mind with it's low ceiling. An
oddly comforting musty
smell of old knowledge and age pervades it,
an invisible fog that
will not be aired away. Glowbaskets hang at
regular intervals around
it's circumfrence, low slung shelves of a
deep chesnut hardwood run
along the left-hand wall filled with scrolls,
boxes, clothing and
baskets. At one end, nestled where 2 walls
meet is a large four
poster bed- the rider's own- framed with a
cherry dark timber. A
tapestry screen curtains off another corner,
a private recess for
the weyr's other occupant, smaller bed and
draws hidden out of
sight. Visitors are welcomed towards the
centre of the weyr, where a
long oval table with an assortment of klah
and snacks always present
and a few burgundy-clothed armchairs create
ample living space.
It is a winter late night. Darkness reigns this night, as
the heavy clouds above block out all
light. It is cold and quiet.
On the ledge, you see Dsalth and Pilloeth.
Lounging
on a bookshelf are Tamir, Parker, and Diesel.
You
see Rocking Chair, Four-poster bed, Wine Chest, and Lark's
Louge here.
You
notice Skylark asleep here.
P'rru and S'nor are here.
S'nor sinks in to the offered chair and sighs
with a shrug of
his shoulder, "I don't know.. Today
maybe while I was out on
patrols," he glances up at Prru, his
eyes misting slightly, "They
were there this morning.. But.. When I got
home.. No where.. it was
as if there weren't even there to begin
with," he rests his head on
his hands, his elbows on his knees as he
shakes his head..
P'rru isn't a touchy feely hugging kinda guy,
so the most he
can possible console S'nor with is a awkward clap on the shoulder.
"She didn't give any warning?" he
asks, taking seat in the chair
closest. "What are you going to
do?" Mind you, Purr's the one who
usually does the leaving, only they chase
after him *snerk*
S'nor
shakes his head, "No warning at all.. Nothing.. Kissed
her on the way out today and she smiled and
said hurry home.. And..
When I got back... Not a trace of her was
left.. She even took what
was left of my klah supply!," he hangs
his head and sighs... "What
am I going to do? I don't know what to do..
Just..." he shrugs...
P'rru
chafes his hands together. "Your going to get up and
come down to the caverns with me- Skylark's
not made a brew for me
yet, so I've none here that isn't
stale.." he chafes a hand through
his hair, up out of the chair again.
"We're going to get some hot
food and something to drink into you...and
don't worry about drills
and sweeps for the next few days, I'll cover
your duties while you
work out what needs to be done" not
bothering to change out of his
robe, he snags his beanie from a stand near
the door.
S'nor
blinks from his nice comfortable seat to P’rru as he
stand and moves to follow P’rru, "If you
say so," he responds a
little more of a bounce in his step now that
he's gotten that off of
his chest..
P'rru
clips to the ledge.
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Meanwhile…In
the Living Caverns at High Reaches Weyr….
Sasha
is curled up in a corner by the hearth staring into the
flickering flames, deep in thought.
Ilare
strolls, all casual-like in from the Central Bowl.
A
deeply filled mug of steaming klah is cupped between Sasha's hands
as she sits curled up on a cosy couch, by the
hearth. Her eyes are
gazing far away into the flickering firelight
as she sips, relishing
the warmth of the cavern, away from the cold
night air.
Ilare's
stroll into the caverns is no where near as casual as it
appears. For one thing, it is shardin' COLD
today! Hugging herself
as she not-quite scurries towards the nearest
klah mug, Sasha goes
unnoticed by the brown rider as she briefly
stops to ping her new
knot with an idle finger. Gotta love them
tassles, eh?
As
Ilare enters Sasha catches the movement out of the corner of her
eye and is dragged from her reverie. She
grins as she sees Ilare's
new knot and beckons her over. "Hey
AWLM! come over here and we can
compare shoulderwear!"
"You
got drafted, too?" Cheerful, if
slightly trembly voice calls
back as the brownrider heads towards wingmate
and fellow AWLM.
"Isn't is just the nicest
knot?" Almost as nice as her
weyrling
wingleader knot.. heh. Taking a seat, she
folds her legs neatly, and
sighs.
"I'm going to have to wear my blue leathers again now..
Dang. And I was just enjoying these."
Ilare
(#17150)
A
bright smile filled with warmth shines out from creamy skin, its golden tan
paled by the snow and cold. Oval face is framed by red-gold curls, the tips of
her short mane stroking her shoulders
lightly, occasionally aiding her fringe in
the art of obscuring her
light amber eyes. Faded freckles are
scattered across her nose and
cheekbones, hints of childhood pudginess
faded to nothing in the two
turns of 'reaches living. Hardly willowy in
form - she'll never be
that - but strongly built and sturdy, Ilare
is as agile on her feet
as a dragon midair. 5'6 in height, she gives
the impression of being
taller through sheer presence and insatiable
friendliness. Alert
and cheerful, her eyes seem to sparkle,
glowing a rich, lambent gold
when thinking at her lifemate.
Soft
wherhide slithers about Ilare in the form of riding leathers,
hugging the curves of her body and
emphasising the waist and bust a
little more than usually are designed. The
rich fiery amber colour
of an early morning sunrise emphasises the
red-gold of the wearer's
hair and gifts her the appearance of some
ancient sun-goddess,
perfect for the summer. The trademark Zephyr
jacket, the tunnelsnake
skin 'Z' on the back stained marigold, is
single breasted and
fastens with clasps of brass, while leather
fringing on the sleeves
sways with every movement. The jacket,
shearling-lined to keep Ilare
warm during moments ::between::, reaches to
just below the waist and
hides the plain belt that secures the trous
with the result of
making it hard to see where the jacket ends
and the trousers begin.
The only thing perhaps marring the lines of
the clinging trousers
are the hip pockets. High boots, secured
firmly with brass buckles
polished to a soft lustre, obscure most of
the trousers up to the
knee. A pair of gloves accompany the outfit,
as does the mark of the
weavercraft, barely visible at the base of
the jacket.
Lightning
silver flashes about double twisted cords, blackest
midnight and royalty's blue, and into a braid
entwined by a bright
brandy-butter brown ribbon. Fashioned into
double loops, its long
tail ends in a tassle, proclaiming her to be
an Assistant Weyrling
Master and Brownrider of High Reaches Weyr,
the badge on her jacket
bearing the 'Z' of the wing, Zephyr.
She
is awake and looks alert.
Ilare
is 20 Turns, 9 months, and 15 days old.
You
notice Ilare looking at you.
Sasha
(#19192)
Elfin
is the only word that can describe this young woman. Her
tousled hair, once short and boyish has been
allowed to grow until
it cascades in long curly layers, as dark as
klah at midnight,
around and below her shoulders, Lashes as
dark as her hair, are long
and accentuate startlingly large brown eyes,
which are usually
dancing with fire and mischief. Soft lips
curve in a warm smile,
which tell silently of her friendly
approachable nature. Standing at
a petite 5'3, her body is lithe and slim,
with a tiny waist and pale
creamy skin. She is as agile as a cat and her
limbs are taut and
strong.
Sasha's
slender form is sheathed in the trademark leather which
denotes her as a dragon rider. Her shapely
legs are lengthened and
accentuated by the close fitting grey leather
trousers which slide
into tall black weyrhide boots, decorated
with ornate silver clasps.
Her jacket, lined at collar and cuffs with
soft lambs wool, is the
same sleek dark grey as the trousers, is
thick and warm, while still
retaining elegant lines in its cut. It's most
striking feature
however is the intricate applique of paler
grey and light blue
leather, across her back, forming
calligraphically ,a sleek 'Z'
which proudly, and yet stylishly indicates
her allegence to the
Zephyr wing, at High Reaches Weyr. When not
riding it swings open to
reveal a soft, black polo neck top which is
designed to keep its
wearer protected from the cold of between,
and her favourite belt,
black leather but decorated with a scarlet,
enamelled firelizard in
flight.. Her hair, unlike many other female
riders remains long, but
is tightly bound into an attractive and
intricate braid, which falls
to the middle of her back like a raven
serpent, secured with a
leather thong.
Sasha's
shoulders are adorned with her proudly worn knot...a double
cord of royal blue twisted with black, and
hung with double loops,
one tassle, threaded through with silver
thread and a misty green
ribbon, indicating that she has attained the
rank of Assistant
Weyrling Master, and is the rider of
beautiful green dragon,
Branwyth, at High Reaches Weyr.
She
is awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
Sasha's Knife
You
notice Sasha looking at you.
Sasha
is 22 Turns, 11 months, and 27 days old.
Sasha
has no apparent threadscoring.
Sasha
grins wryly. "Had you not noticed how cold it is out there? I'm
amazed you have stayed in those summer ones
so long...although we
have been going to Ista a fair
bit......." Sash snuggles into her
lambswool lined jacket. "My summer
clothes went to the bottom of my
chest a while ago!"
Ilare
chuckles lightly, running her hands down the leather of her..
err.. leathers. "But I look so gooood in them?" Pouty whine is
clearly false, meant to amuse not annoy.
Straightening, she runs a
hand through her hair with care, fingering
the tips of her mane
thoughtfully. "Guess that means I need to take a trip to Eirtae and
commisson another set.." Shopping! Woo!
P'rru
clips in from the Central Bowl.
S'nor
walks in from the Central Bowl.
P'rru
brrs as he comes inside, respendant in beanie, robe and scarf,
thick woolen socks his only foot covering.
"A nice spot by the fire
eh? And here, take this skin" brownrider
passes a skin of wine to
S'nor- didn't see him grab that on the way
out didja?
Sasha
giggles and admonishes her friend. "You have more marks than
sense, Ilare! I personally don't need any
more leathers..but I would
like another dress....." Sash? Hankering
after more feminine items
of clothing? Times are changing. Her eyes
flick up to see P'rru and
S'nor enter and she smiles companionably.
" Hey guys."
S'nor
takes the skin and blinks at Prru, still remaining silent as he
heads to take a seat by the fire, a smile and
wave is thrown to
Sasha and Ilare before he glances at the
wineskin with a blink,
"This must be your best vintage,"
he gasps..
Blink.
Sasha wants dresses? My, my, the turns do fly.
P'rru and
S'nor - fellow brownriders, go figure! - earn
a wave, the wine gets
a surprised look, before Ilare turns back to
Sash. "More marks
than.. Nah.
I just like being comfortable. And looking good." Wink.
And
before he can even get settled, Purr groans inwardly, a vague
grin offered to the former kamikaze members.
"Trust- It's my turn to
mind Kaorru, Skylark's in a fuss because the
boy won't stop crying,
I must go back quickly and see him settled-
you will be alright eh
S'nor, shouldn't be too long" Brownrider
gives his fellow wingsecond
a wink "Desperate times, call for
desperate measure" he adds,
nodding to the winskin.
P'rru
goes home.
S'nor
smiles from the Wineskin to Prru and back, "Yes.. Yes.. I'll be
fine," he responds as he smiles at the
Wine, cradling it in his arms
as he slides in to a seat by the fire, gently
poping the cork and
pouring enough for a few small gulps in to
his ever handy mug, "Just
fine," he mumbles as he drains the rest
of what he might be saying
in the wine...
Sasha
shrugs slightly at her friend. " You manage that alright.....I
have no idea what makes me look good...I just
wear my same old
gather dress and hope people don't get bored
of it." She grins at
S'nor and indicates the wineskin.
"Drinking alone? Never a good
idea, S'nory! Especially if its a good
vintage."
Ilare
pokes Sasha's arm lightly, amused.
"You look just fine.
Besides, Eirtae's a good weaver. Find a good
one, and be sure to use
their services often, K?" Snicker. S'nor is waved over, a silent
but amused invite for him to join them. "Can't drink a good vintage
all on your lonesome. It's not fair to the wine."
S'nor
glances again from the wine to Sasha, allowing a small smile to
cross his face, "Quite true... But I
don't even think there is
enough wine here for more than me," the
smile faltering on his face
for a few moments before he changes his story
and offers the skin
towards Sasha, "Yes.. Join me in a
drink.."
Sasha
glances at Ilare...something doesn't feel right here....her
head turns back to S'nor and she gazes at him
with slight
consternation...."If you want it to
yourself, you are welcome....but
I warn you now I'm not going to be able to
carry you out of
here......that skin is still pretty full....."
Ilare
exchanges said glance with her clutchmate - something DOES
seem.. wrong here.. - but says naught as she
sips her klah, watching
S'nor with curious eyes. Something is out of whack here. "And
don't
expect me to help carry you. I'm not going
back out in that weather
unless I absolutely have to." Gee, charitable, eh?
S'nor
shrugs lightly and motions Sasha and Ilare over, "Good point
Sash, both of you, come join me in enjoying
this gift from P'rru and
drowning all our worries," he brightens
up a bit, now that he's
found people to share his problems with...
Sasha
shrugs slightly at Ilare and uncurling herself she stands,
taking her empty klah mug over to the hearth
table to be collected
by a drudge and picking up some wine glasses.
As she approaches his
table, she hesitates for a second...before
slipping into a chair
nearby and placing the glasses down in front
of S'nor.
Watching
Sasha uncurl and make her way over, brownrider sits there in
silence before, with a slight sigh, she
heaves herself up out of her
chair and makes her way over, grabbing a seat
on the other side of
Sasha.
No wine for her, though. Klah will do just fine.
S'nor
turns his smile to Sasha as he fills the glasses full, watching
the precious liquid slosh in to them before
he recorks the skin and
offers a glass each to Sasha and Ilare...
Sasha
strokes back a wisp of dark hair that is straying from her
usually tight braid. Then leaning forward she
smiles accepting the
proferred glass. "Mmmm I can smell it
from here!" she sniffs a
little and then takes a tentative sip.
"Oh this is glorious wine! So
now the truth comes out...you and Uncle Purr
are stockpiling all the
nicest wine somewhere and only bringing it
out for special
occasions. We shall have to go and raid
Purr's weyr sometime, eh
'Lare?"
S'nor
(#11928)
Some
may worry about the constantly sleepy look on this riders
haggard face as he goes about his daily
business. His sleepy
appearance gives insight into the constant
love and attention that
his brown life-mate, Pilloeth, receives. On
some rare occasions you
might actually catch this rider fully awake,
but that's only after
several pots of klah and, even more helpful,
a stimulating
conversation with one of his friends from
around the weyr. You would
almost think he was born out of the same egg
as his dragon. For his
close cropped hair is the exact same shade of
rustic brown as his
dear life-mates hide. Only a few gray hairs
creep in amongst the
others. His face has recently been shaven,
all except for a well
kept mustache that he only shaves
periodically. For all his
sleepiness his deep brown eyes sparkle with
intelligence leading you
to think, though he may appear asleep, he
does catch what's going on
around him.
S'nor
wears the knot of a High Reaches Wingsecond.
He
is awake, but has been staring off into space for 3 minutes.
Carrying:
Soft Brown Firelizard Generic Changable Wearable
Generic TimeShowing Candle Generic Body Tangle Dice
S'nor
is 49 Turns, 3 months, and 25 days old.
Ilare
politely refuses, hands wrapped firmly about her still-full mug
of klah.
Although the glass of alcohol is eyed almost wistfully,
Ilare just nods in response to Sasha.
"Aye, perhaps. Or we can just
ask him for some. He's a pretty generous
fellow." Grin. Taking a
mouthfull of hot liquid, she finally pushes
her glass towards her
wingmate. "Have mine, dear. You'll
appreciate it more."
S'nor
shrugs lightly at Ilare as he takes a sip of wine from his
usual mug, "I must admit I am surprised
that P'rru possessed this
particular vintage.. Quite a nice turn if I
remember right," he
smiles as he thinks, "Truth be told, I
haven't brought out any of my
better wines for quite some time," he
ponders this as he takes
another long sip...
Sasha
shakes her head at Ilare. " Ask him? Where is the fun in that?
Can you imagine P'rru's face if we raided his
weyr?" she looks
wickedly at her fellow wingrider and
chuckles. " It would almost be
worth getting caught just to see that!"
Her chuckles dies slightly
however as she realises that S'nor is not his
usual self. " So I
thought I saw moths flying from Purr's weyr
earlier....he doesn't
give up his best wines for no reason....What
is the occasion?"
"With
Pia as out Vintner, I'm surprised anyone can get any good wines
round here.." A grin and a wink, showing
that Ilare is being only
partially serious in regards to Pia, her..
well.. Not enemy and
certainly not friend. "That girl has the
stores locked up tighter
than the sands guarded by a Gold.." Perhaps she's overdoing the
examples, but she doesn't seem to care too
much. Sasha makes her
laugh, and head shakes; Ilare has to admit,
it WOULD be worth it...
Before falling silent. Sasha knows S'nor
better than she after all.
Sasha
takes another sip of the deliciously fruity wine, and licks her
lips. " This is
wonderful...truly..thankyou for sharing...although I
didn't really give you much choice did
I?"
S'nor
shrugs lightly as he sloshes the wine around in his mug,
"Occasion..." he shakes his head,
"Not an occasion I don't really
suppose.." he sighs as he downs the rest
of the wine and turns to
Sash, he can't keep this from her for ever
anyway, "Syan left me..
Took our child.. Just.. Gone," he shakes
his head and lets it hang
again as he's reminded why he's drinking, he
reaches over to the
wineskin, uncorking it and dumping a full mug
out before he starts
to drain it in one long gulp...
Eyes
widen...mouth falls open everso slightly..... and closes again
abruptly, as Sasha regains some semblance of
her senses. An alarmed
look is flashed to Ilare, and the urge to
fall silent through sheer
shock is strong. But that would be
rude..."Oh...heck! I don't know
what to say......" And she doesn't.
Sasha is completely confused by
this new turn of events and it quite
literally speechless. " I'm
sorry....." she tails off lamely."
Ilare
doesn't.. quite.. drop her mug (which would have earned her a
lap of hot klah), but the shock registers in
the widening of her
eyes, and a jawdrop. Sasha's look goes unnoticed, as a look of
sympathy touches her face and head shakes
slightly. "I'm sorry to
hear that, S'nor.." Sincerity fills her voice, before she shuts
up,
unsure as to what to say exactly.
S'nor
shrugs lightly, "I guess she just couldn't deal with life in a
weyr," he says, generating an excuse for
her, he smiles faintly,
"Thank you.. Both of you.. I think I'll
manage to pull through
though," he smiles as he pours himself
some more wine, and offers to
refill Sasha's glass, "'Specially with
such fine wine," he winks
playfully..
Ilare
manages to hide any discomfort, staring into her mug quietly as
S'nor tops up his own and Sasha's glasses,
rather unsure as to what
to say. At the thanks, she looks up, and
smiles a bit, before
glancing at Sasha and looking back down into
her drink.
Well,
Sasha certainly didn't expect to be confronted with something
like this when she came down to the caverns
for a quiet late night
drink. Her emotions are in turmoil and yet
she does not allow them
to show. Regaining her composure, she nods in
acceptacne as her
glass is refilled. " Thanks,
S'nor." Her eyes just won't quite meet
his. "Thats awful....I am sorry
...really. Do you have any idea
where she went?"
S'nor
shakes his head, "Nothing.. No idea what so ever," he shrugs
lightly, "It's probably better that she
left," he comments as he
smiles, looknig a little less forced,
"She wasn't built for the Wery
life," he finally comments, "She'll
find her a place in a hold... I
wish her the best," and that's that as
he takes a sip of his wine
and changes the subject, "So, how's the
klah tonight?" he asks
Ilare, "I should probably lay off the
wine before you two /do/ have
to drag me back to my weyr," he winks...
"It's
pretty fresh. It's the latest batch
brought up from southern."
Seeeeee? There WERE proper reasons for
heading for the heat and sun
of the Southern Continent! Ilare pauses, and pushes back her chair
as she stands, looking a little uneasy.
"Shall I get some fresh
stuff from the Kitchens?" And food,
anyone want food?
S'nor
glances up at Ilare as his stomach starts to rumble, "Yes..
Food does sound good," he responds as he
finishes the rest of his
wine and then puts the cork back on the skin
and pushes it towards
Sasha, "I'm done with it, you can finish
it off if you wish," he
offers to her with a smile as he starst to
stand, "And I think I'll
get me some klah now..."
Sasha
just nods silently and pours one more glass of the wine..too
good to waste, and by the look on her face it
is obvious that she
needs something with just a little 'Ooomph'
right about now. "It is
good..." she murmurs as if vindicating
herself. Her braid is pulled
over her shoulder and she begins to fidget
with it as is her habit
when she is feeling a little unsettled.
Ilare
nods sharply, turning tail perhaps a little too quickly? "Sure.
Meatrolls and klah it is." And maybe
some creampuffs.. And cookies
*mmmmm cookies*. "I'll get you klah. Stay there, S'nor." And off
goes Ilare.
S'nor
glances over his shoulder as he pours himself a mug full of
klah and heads back towards their table with
mug and pot, a chuckle
as his lifemate makes a request,
"Pilloeth says he'd like a plate of
Fresh cookies," as he rolls his eyes...
Ta
da! Within a few minutes, Ilare
returns, laden with a tray, which
in turn is covered in the requested items:
klah, rolls, cookies,
bread and cheese and a few bubblies. For
Ilare, of course. Who else
would have a sweet tooth at this hour? "Here we go. Hot food for a
cold night. Tuck in before it
cools!" The spare empty mugs are
plonked down in the center of the table, tray
slid with care on to
the wood, and the girl drops bonelessly into
her chair once more
Grateful
for a diversion from the awkward silence that has fallen
across the dark cavern, Sasha leans forward
inhaling the delicious
scents wafting from the large tray that Ilare
has brought. " Oh you
are a wonder Ilare! I was peckish before but
now...I'm just
ravenous!" she takes a plate and piles
it with meatrolls, some bread
and cheese. "And bubblies too? How on
earth did you mange to get
those at this time of night?"
S'nor
just sips on his klah as his eyes travel from Sasha to Ilare
then to the tray of food, a meatroll is
aquired which he starts to
nibble on, washing it down with klah as he
listens with one ear to
the conversation..
Ilare
grins broadly, showing perhaps a little too much white tooth.
Or is that fang? *dumdumDUM* "Trade secret, my dear." In other
words, she ain't telling. "After all, I have to be able to keep
somethings to myself, eh?" Pouring
herself a topup of klah, she adds
some of the sweetner already on the
table. "And as for cookies for
dragons.. S'nor, think yours could be a bit
more quiet about it?
Chan's going to start begging for some soon
enough." And she has a
hard enough time with his fish cravings.
S'nor
chuckles lightly as he grabs a few handfulls of cookies and
stands, "Excuse me for a few moments
ladies, I must go ease the
hunger pangs of my dear Pilloeth," he
winks to show that he doubts
Cookies would truely help much, but Pilloeth
crooning something
awful as S'nor disappears out the door...
Sasha
rounds on Ilare immediately. " Your dragon and his fish! So
thats why Branwyth has been hankering to go
back to Ista...she has
been on and on about wanting a fish since we
were in your weyr with
Purr the other day." she sighs as she
watches the icy wind buffeting
at the canvas door of the weyr as S'nor
leaves. " I could do with a
swim in warmer climes....just to ease the
chill out of me." Her head
whips round to Ilare as he leaves and her
eyes just widen...Girl-talk
time. "Did I just hear what I just
heard?" she whispers incredulously.
S'nor
exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.
Branwyth>
S'nor steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.
Branwyth>
S'nor wraps his cloak tighter around him as he moves
towards his dragon, Pilloeth, he tosses a
cookie playfully at the
browns head, "Here you are, now hush it
up," he grins loveingly at
his lifemate, a small wave to Raisha as
Pilloeth's head snaps up and
his mouth closes around the tossed cookie..
Branwyth>
Sitting on the steps of her wagon, Raisha shivers slightly
from the cold weather, then pulls the large
coat thrown over her
shoulders more snugly. "Hi there,"
she returns the smile, looking up
from her carving to watch dragon and rider.
Ilare
is innocent! Honest! "Hey, she was the one who started going on
and on about having Chan catch her a fish.
Not my fault at all."
Nope. Take the blame elsewhere. As S'nor
leaves, Ilare's grin drops
a bit and her eyes grow as round as Sasha's.
Or almost at least. "My
oh my! I can't believe my *ears*!"
Gossip? Them? Nah. GIRLTALK.
There's a difference.
Branwyth>
Branwyth swings her long sinuous green neck around,
periodically shaking off the snow that is
trying to settle
there...<<cookies?>>
Branwyth>
Raisha laughs as the green appears to look appealingly at
the cookies. "You want some?" she
addresses the dragon. "I've got a
bag full somewhere in there," Raish
offers, waving her hand at the
wagon interior behind her.
Branwyth>
S'nor tosses another cookie towards PIlloeth who catches it
on his nose and turns to offer it to
Branwyth, with an inviting
croon.. S'nor chuckles lightly at this
display as he turns to
Raisha, "And Hey to you," he
smiles, "Why do you sit out here in the
cold when you can be in there," he
points towards the LC, "Where
it's nice and warm..?"
Branwyth>
Raisha shrugs at S'nor, laughing. "I like it out here," she
grins. "It /is/ rather cold, but I guess
I'm used to it, having come
from Telgar. I'm Raisha, by the way,"
the trader adds, offering a
tanned hand.
Sasha
just shakes her head at Ilare...."They had a baby...and they
were together.....and .....I tried so hard
not to have anything to
do with him anymore...and ..now this???"
More head shaking....her
confusion is quite obvious.
Branwyth>
S'nor tilts his head to the side as he glances at Raisha,
"The main hold?" he inquires,
"Or one of the smaller cotholds," he
adds as an afterthought, "My Father was
a holder at one of the
smaller ones," he smiles as he takes her
hand and shakes it firmly,
the cookies in his other hand and the cookie
craving dragons are
forgotten, "Pleased to meet you Raisha,
I'm S'nor, rider of brown
Pilloeth.."
Branwyth>
Branwyth delicately removes the cookie balanced on
Pilloeth's nose and with deep turquoise orbs
swirling lazily in
thanks, she eats it, her tail swishing
patterns in the softly
falling snow.
Branwyth>
"Well met yourself, S'nor," is the trader's usual blunt
response. "And you too, Pilloeth,"
she smiles in greeting to the
brown. "I'm from here and there in
Telgar... lived with traders all
my life so we didn't really settle anywhere.
What's your father's
name? I might have met him," Raisha
grins, her right hand going up
to brush back her long hair.
<Local>
Branwyth senses that she spirals warm swirling rivulets of
rich mulled wine, scented with cinnamon and
orange around her
thoughts <<A cookie for me, Pilloeth?
That was very kind of you.>>
Um..
Can we say out-of-depth here? Ilare
never had anything like
Sasha had with S'nor, so.. But.. Brownrider
looks lost, and more
than a little confused. "I don't understand why she'd just
_leave_
without sudden warning." Poor S'nor.. But perhaps Ilare's missing a
few puzzle pieces here?
Branwyth>
Pilloeth makes note of Branwyth's tail and the patterns it
is making in the snow, he stares at this tail
for a few long
moments, then he flips over on his back and
wiggles his tail and
wings, then jumps up and moves to the side as
he displays his
snow-dragon.... How inventive of him, S'nor
peers at his dragon,
then returns his attention to Raisha with a
smile as he tells her a
little about his fathers hold.. Pilloeth
offering a croon to
Branwyth as he mentally prods S'nor who idly
tosses the rest of the
cookies in the direction of the dragons...
Branwyth>
Raisha excuses herself with her trademark charming smile to
disappear momentarily into her wagon. Moments
later, she reappears
holding a bag of cookies in one hand and some
rolls in the other.
"Which would you like?
Branwyth>
Raisha excuses herself with her trademark charming smile to
disappear momentarily into her wagon. Moments
later, she reappears
holding a bag of cookies in one hand and some
rolls in the other.
"Which would you like?" she asks,
addressing the green Branwyth with
a beam. Um, yeah, Pilloeth can have some too.
Heh. "Telgar's great,"
she notes idly to S'nor.
Branwyth>
Branwyth sweeps her head down to where the smiling newcomer
stands and her eyes whirl a little faster
indicating her pleasure,
not before putting her head on one side as
she watches Pilloeth's
antics.
<Local>
Branwyth senses that she sends teasingly twining vines
dripping heavily with fruit around her thoughts <<And just how old
are you Pilloeth?>> would Branwyth
stoop to such a dragonetish
prank? Probably!!!
Branwyth
thinks to you, << I bespoke Raisha with << In your mind, you
hear a soft voice say, << Thankyou.
Sweetsticks are my favourite but
the bakers never seem to make them big
enough..... >> >>
Branwyth>
Pilloeth drops his jaw in a draconic smile as he edges
towards the cookies S'nor tossed, munching
them quickly out of the
snow before he turns his attention to
Branwyth's comment, his tail
snaking over and flicking her playfully...
Branwyth>
Raisha's large hazel eyes widen as a voice seems to just
appear in her head, but she quickly recovers,
almost laughing. "If
it's sweetsticks you like, then it's
sweetsticks you shall have,"
she nods to the green, still not knowing the
dragon's name. Aiming
high, she tosses a sweetroll Branwyth-wards.
Sasha
just plonks her wineglass down on the table and stands, pacing
slightly. "This is just...mad! You think
one thing then you think
something else, then it all changes...."
she pauses realising that
Ilare is completely clueless as to what she
is talking about. " I'm
sorry...I'm making no sense am I....I
shouldn't be worrying about
this...after all..its nothing to do with
me."
<Local>
Branwyth senses that Pilloeth's draconic voice swirls happily
around as he practicly bounces in place
<<Old enough, but I still
remember what fun is>> he responds with
an added bounce..
Branwyth>
S'nor smiles at Raisha and chuckles at the thoughs and
antics of the pair of dragons, "Crazy..
Simply crazy," he comments
about them as he watches....
"Doesn't
sound like it to me. And he was talking
to you when he was
in here, drinking his wine." Ilare was just a bystander who
happened to overhear. Still. "How do you
mean it has nothing to do
with you?" The poor, summer leather's
wearing brownie has no clue
this morning.
Branwyth>
Branwyth sweeps her head upwards and a little to the left
and the sweetroll disappears....with an
aluring glance at Pilloeth,
she flicks up a scattering of snow sprinkling
it over him.
<Local>
Branwyth senses that she diamonds of frozen water playfully
tinkle around Pilloeth <<As do
I!>>
Branwyth>
Raisha nods immediately in agreement, laughing as she pulls
her coat still closer. "They /do/ say
that the dragon's actions
sometimes mirror their riders', you
know," she quips, with a sly
glance at S'nor, her eyes twinkling with
mischief. "More?" she asks
of the green, left hand absently flicking a
piece of black fringe
backwards.
Branwyth>
S'nor chuckles lightly at Raisha, "Perhaps.. But if you
think I'm about to flop down in the snow and
get myself colder than
I already am then /you/ are the crazy one,"
he says playfully as he
glances towards the Caverns for a moment
before his attention comes
back to the conversation at hand and the
dragons..
Sasha
shrugs "What S'nor decides to do with his life is not up to
me....I kinda had a thing for him after
Bran's first flight but I
stopped it...it wasn't right." She paces
to the hearth and back
again. " Nothing to do with me at all.
Branwyth>
Raisha shrugs, still laughing. "I didn't think you were
/that/ crazy, but since you mentioned
it..." She briefly
contemplates pushing him into the snow, but
dismisses the idea.
Nuh-uh. "If your father's a holder at
Telgar, why'd you come
/here/?" Strange question, but traders
aren't apt to know the
details of dragonriding, are they?
Branwyth>
Pilloeth shakes the snow off of his back as he lays down
relaxing apparently, though as he turns his
head from Branwyth's
direction S'nor and Raisha can see a draconic
grin and his forepaws
making something that looks oddly enough like
a snowball...
Branwyth>
S'nor smiles at Raisha and motions over his should, "Why'm
I here.." he repeats the question,
"That hunk of brown is why I'm
here," he says as he offers a loving
smile towards his lifemate..
Branwyth>
Branwyth settles down comfortably into the soft snow
seemingly unaffected by its chill.
Branwyth>
Raisha raises an eyebrow playfully at Pilloeth, but says
nothing to him. Instead, she turns back to
S'nor, smile on her face.
"I see," trader girl grins.
Catching Branwyth's eye - or trying to,
anyway - she tosses a couple more sweetrolls
in the green's
direction.
Branwyth>
Branwyth catches the sweetrolls easily in her huge jaws
with surprising elegance.....Her eyes seem to
glow luminescently in
the darkness of the bowl radiating great
satisfaction.
Branwyth
thinks to you, << I bespoke Raisha with << In your mind, you
hear a soft voice say, << Thankyou,
trader. >> >>
Ahhhhhhhhh.
A THING. "I take it that it's not a.. thing, like I had
with G'deon?" Or is it? Ilare's
expression is one of sympathy as she
begins to realise that her friend is a lot
more confused and torn up
by S'nor's news than she possibly knows.
"And.. I think it does
matter. To you at least."
Branwyth>
"You like them, huh?" Raish asks redundantly of the green,
then starts slightly as the voice enters her
mind again. "You're
welcome..." her voice trails off as she
is unable to complete the
sentence without the green's name.
"Might I inquire as to your
name?" she asks of the green with
uncharacteristic formality.
Sasha
shakes her head and yawns a little. "I think its time for
bed...I've stayed up too long. I'll bet the
fire in my weyr has gone
out too..." she sulks miserably.
Sasha
makes her way slowly to the doorway of the cavern.
Branwyth>
Pilloeth finishes with his 'snowball' and slowly, carefully
sits up and lobs it at Branwyth with a
trumpet of success as it
splatters across her hide... S'nor just
shakes his head and
chuckles, his eyes going to the Cavern
enterance as he hears someone
enter and waves to Sasha with a smile,
"I must apologize for
Pilloeth" he says as he points at the
snowcovered green...
Branwyth
delivers what can only be interpreted as a smile for the
trader, her jaw dropping slightly and golden
glints in her whirling
eyes...Which suddenly flash white with
surprise, as Pilloeth's
snowball hits her flank. With what appears to
be a lazy roll, she
heaves over sideways launching the whole
wingsail-load of snow she
has quietly allowed to accumulate there over
Pilloeth, S'nor, Sasha
who has just energed for the living caverns
and the unfortunate
trader.
Branwyth
thinks to you, << I bespoke Raisha with << In your mind, you
hear a soft voice say, << I'm sorry,
but it had to be done.....I am
Branwyth. >> >> >>
Raisha
flinches visibly as the snow hits her, but immediately bursts
out in giggles. Shaking the snow out of her
beloved black hair, she
jokingly chides the green, "We're not
going to hear the end of this,
are we, Branwyth? Should we retreat to the
caverns?"
S'nor
turns just in time to be able to draw his cloak over his head
and miss most of the snow, as he shakes his
cloak out he smiles and
glances at the others, then to Pilloeth who
was bowled over on his
back by the suprize, he just chuckles...
Chanticoth
takes off.
Above, Chanticoth takes off from Central Bowl
Above, Chanticoth soars in for a landing on
Chanticoth's ledge.
Head
hanging low in thought, Sasha steps out in to the bowl only to
be greeted by her dragon with a face full of
snow. "Branwyth?!" she
shrieks as it covers her with its chill
mantle. "What on Pern did I
do to deserve that?!!" Looking a little
disgruntled she nods to the
pesrosn she does not recognise and then
realising that she too has
been affected by her dragon's little , or not
so little joke, she
apologises, " Oh I am sorry! Are you
very cold? She can be sooo
naughty sometimes!" Her eyes fall on
S'nor who seems to have avoided
the deluge. "Typical!" she grins
good naturedly, but adds nothing
more than that.
Raisha
shakes her head, still laughing. "I'm fine, thanks," she grins
to the green's rider. "And now fully
awake at this early hour," she
adds, then offers a tanned hand.
"Raisha, Ista Weyr trader," she
self-introduces. "Hope you don't mind;
I've been feeding your
Branwyth some sweetrolls."
S'nor
smiles at Sasha as he shakes his cloak off and hands it towards
her, "Here, you must be cold now,"
he adds as he brushes some snow
off and wraps the cloak around her shoulders
without waiting for her
to accept, Pilloeth rolls over off his back
and scoops up a large
amount of snow which is flung in Bran's
direction as he croons
happily at this new game...
Sasha
begins to brush snow from her hair and clothes but her body is
warm from the caverns and it is melting and
making her shiver with
cold, as it refreezes. A smile touches her
lips as she takes the
trader's hand firmly. "I'm Sasha, Well
met Raisha, and again I must
apologise for her behaviour. She shivers
slightly, and is grateful
as S'nor's cloak goes around her shoulders.
And none too soon " Oh
not agaaaaain!" she shrieks as another
load of snow flies through
the air!
Raisha
laughs heartily, drawing her coat close around her so as to
avoid as much of the attack as possible.
"I was right, huh
Branwyth?" she remarks to the green.
"Oh, it's all right," she adds
with a smile, turning back to the greenrider,
"I'm enjoying myself,
actually."
Luckly
Pilloeth's facing the other direction and the snow passes by
the three non-dragons clearly, "Pilloeth," S'nor Scolds,
"Cut it
out, you can play in the snow all day
tomorrow... When we're not in
the line of fire,"
Branwyth
might be smaller than Pilloeth, but she is just as
wiley...one wing manages to deflect some of
the snow from the
brown's attack and then with a rolling movement
towards him, she
flicks another load at him....oblivious to
the cries of either
rider. And again it is Sasha who gets caught
in the crossfire.
Sasha
just looks down at herself in dismay...she looks almost like a
snowman. "I give up!" she sighs with
a defeated giggle. "Maybe I
should just roll in it myself! I couldn't get
any snowier!" And with
that she just falls backward into a snow
drift to illustrate her
point.
S'nor
sees the incoming snow again and ducks behind Sasha to avoid
most of it, he reaches out and starts to dust
the snow off of her
again, "You really should learn to duck
Sash," he comments with a
grin as he watches Pilloeth prepare for the
next attack, as Sasha
plops herself down in to the snow S'nor
shrugs and chuckles lightly,
"You have a point, but you aren't going
to get me down there to join
you," He comments matter-o-factly...
Temporarily
out of the shooting range - or so she hopes, Raisha
glances down at the till-now forgotten bag of
cookies, now dripping
with snow. "Um, excuse me while I go put
these back," she addresses
the snowy Sasha, then promptly disappears
back into her wagon with
them, emerging seconds later in the doorway.
Hmm.
Sasha
grins up at S'nor "Aw...you old spoil sport!" and quick as a
flash a snowball gathered as she sat in the
snowdrift, is fired at
him and hits him squarely on the chest.
"Gotcha!"
Raisha
giggles again, then races down the steps to join the riders.
"Don't mind me," she laughs as she
gathers up enough snow to make a
pretty decent snowball. "Just doin' my
job!" And with that, a second
projectile is aimed at S'nor, this one
catching him mid-waist.
S'nor
glances down at the snow dripping from him, not even enough
time to duck or dodge, as he just stands
there for a few more
moments before he jumps behind a snow drift
and starts launching
snowballs, having himself a regular snow weyr
here to hide in...
Raisha
squeaks as a snowball hits her on the leg, swiftly followed by
another on the opposite arm. "This is
war!" she declares through her
laughs, as she too hides behind a snow drift,
proceeding to aim wet
missiles at the half-hidden S'nor.
Sasha
cackles as S'nor is set upon, and growls playfully to Raisha "
He's hiding! Get him!" Funny how females
who have never met each
other bond when in pursuit of the same
goal...and this goal is
lobbing more snow at her. Sash scoops up an
armful of snow and
quickly moulds it until it makes a sizeable
missile...timing
it...just...right....she throws hard and
manages to hit his shoulder
before he ducks again.
S'nor
tosses out a quick volley of snowballs covering most of the
area where he last saw them, he takes a
chance to poke his head up
from behind his snow drift, causing himself
to take a well aimed
snowball in the face as he tumbles backwards
in surprise, much like
his dragon earlier....
Branwyth
stopped playing with the snow long ago...idly she gazes at
Pilloeth, flicking a friendly tail at his
flank, as if to say
<<Well! Such immaturity!>>
Sasha
takes full advantage of S'nor's prone state and comes to a
skidding halt next to him...." I'm
sorry...were you saying that you
weren't going to go rolling around in the
snow?" she giggles, her
teeth chattering now with the cold.
Pilloeth
glances towards the humans and nods, <<Such children!>> he
agrees as his tail flicks against her flank,
before moving to wrap
around her tail to prevent further flicking..
S'nor's
simply playing 'dead' as he reaches up and grabs ahold of
Sash's leg, pulling it out from under her and
bringing her down in
to the snow beside her, "Well.. I might
have been just a little
premature in that statement," he
comments with a smile as he glances
over at her, "Though I'm holding you
responsible for thawing me
out.."
Raisha
laughs, but keeps silently, preferring instead to pelt S'nor
with extremely accurate shots. So accurate,
in fact, that hardly any
touch Sasha, despite the fact that she's
rather tangled up with
S'nor at the moment. She's had plenty of
practice playing around
with the boys.
Sasha
looks hard at S'nor...the game suddenly forgotten for a
moment....
And
then as her teeth begin to chatter with a vengence, and Sasha
shivers, she pulls herself up out of the
snow...slightly away from
him...." If you want..." she answers
simply.
S'nor
takes the barrage of snowballs from Raisha without so much as a
flinch as he's continuously pelted, he rolls
to his feet, then comes
to stand beside Sash, but not before he lobs
a direct shot to land
right on top of Raisha's head with a smile
before he turns to Sasha,
"My weyr's just too cold to warm up
in," is commented shortly...
Raisha
ceases fire, glancing up at Branwyth with an expression of an
unspoken question on her face. Her head bobs
slightly towards the
two riders, making her query even more plain.
Branwyth
croons softly to her lifemate, tail still entwined with
Pilloeths.
Sasha
grins slightly. "Ilare has a warm weyr....or you could always
go and drink some more of P'rru's wine to
warm you up....Bran wants
me to go home......" her voice tails
off. Remembering that Raisha is
still there with them she smiles.
"Branwyth likes you...she has a
sweet tooth....thankyou for treating
her." Turning back to S'nor she
looks into his eyes. " Or if you want to
you can come and have a
klah....I expect the hearth in my weyr has
died out by now...."
Sasha
walks quietly over to Branwyth's flank and begins to dust snow
from her hide, checking the straps as she
always does before
mounting.
Raisha
nods to Sasha. "It was my pleasure," she smiles, tossing the
last of her sweetrolls towards the green as
her rider prepares to mount, then
returns to her former position on the steps
of her wagon, picking up
her long-forgotten carving, and begins to
work on it once again.
Branwyth
whuffles happily in thanks as yet more sweetrolls are thrown
her way.
S'nor
smiles at Sasha as he disappears for a few brief moments then
reappears with the wine skin, "Why don't
I join you at your weyr for
Klah and the rest of this wine?" he
inquires as he strides over to
Pilloeth, turning around to offer a wave to
Raisha, "Pleased again
to meet you Raisha," he offers as he
gracefully vaults up his browns
side to settle between two neckridges,
without straps as usual..
Sasha
nods to S'nor, and then with a friendly wave to Raisha she too
mounts.
You
leap up to grab Branwyth's straps, and pull yourself up, swinging
your leg astride the misty green neckridges.
S'nor
clambers up Pilloeth's neck and settles in between two
neckridges.
You
take off.
Above
the Bowl
The
ocean's tranquil thermals settle within the center section of the
bowl's airspace, unusually smooth and bouyant
-- though oft to
switch as the seasons shift. Lingering
beneath spires' constant
presence, the perpetual activity of the weyr
can be observed from
every direction: from the testing rustle of
dragonet wings, to the
playful games sent aloft.
It is a winter before dawn. The sky clouds over with high white
cirrus clouds that diffuse the light of the
moons. The air is quite
cold, and the snow covering the land makes it
seem colder.
The
lake beckons, chalky but inviting nonetheless.
Above
the Lake
A
panorama unfolds beneath: the bowl
beaten flat as it curves out
from the lake's chalky waters, dusky earth
'neath the endless
stretch of sky above before the Weyr's
spindles break the view.
Milky blue-green waters swirl below,
tempering the 'lizard filled
air with gentle thermals that flow and eddy
through the Walls' many
cracks and crevices. Scattered ledges mark the nearby rocks,
endless layers of Weyrs tucked into the wall
as it sweeps right up
to the Star Stones high above.
It is a winter before dawn. The sky clouds over with high white
cirrus clouds that diffuse the light of the
moons. The air is quite
cold, and the snow covering the land makes it
seem colder.
Gliding
around is Loki.
You
soar in for a landing on Branwyth's ledge.
Branwyth's
Lakeside Ledge of Mystery
Veins
of midnight volcanic glass finger their way across the somber
grey surface stone of the ledge. tracing a
crawler's web of
intricate and random patterns, which yet seem
to have an almost
perceptible significance, if only one ponders
them long enough. A
slight depression, slightly off-centre, hints
at the sunniest
locale, showing Turns of use by
warmth-seeking members of
dragonkind. The inner edges of the rock
platform meet with a
slightly inwards-curving section of the
cliff, creating a setting
for the mysterious play of shadows when the
sun is just right... A
small doorway leads inwards to the weyr, and
the deep blue of the
lake below is tantalizingly close.
It is a winter before dawn. The sky clouds over with high white
cirrus clouds that diffuse the light of the
moons. The air is quite
cold, and the snow covering the land makes it
seem colder.
Pilloeth
soars in for a landing.
You
slide with great care over Branwyth's neck and down one
obligingly extended forearm, until you reach
the ground.
S'nor
slides from Pilloeth's neck and lands gently on the ground.
Sasha's
eyes are low now as she quietly indicates the entrance to the
weyr. "Come on then..."
S'nor
dismounts from Pilloeth's neck and moves to follow Sasha's
indication while Pilloeth slides up beside
Bran, his tail seeking
hers out again..
Sasha
slips silently to the weyr.
Sasha's
Weyr (#16437)
On
first glimpse of the interior, you could be mistaken for thinking
you had entered a chamber of stars - for the
walls of the great open
cavern where Branwyth sleeps is decorated
with a multitude of
twinkling glows, mimicking the dance of the
constellations, and
creating soothing dappled light everywhere.
To your right, your
first hear and then catch sight of the warm
bubbling water, in a
deep rocky pool, glowing with an eerie
submerged phosphorescence,
just deep and wide enough for a couple of
dragons to bathe in. Hooks
on the wall nearby hold large soft towels for
any human tempted in
for a dip. To your left, you view a heavy
curtain of moss green
velvet, tied back, revealing a much smaller
recessed cave. Here the
walls are draped generously with warm
tapestries and intricately
patterned hangings which follow the general
colour scheme of richest
Benden wine burgundies, and greens
reminiscent of the softest
mistiest moss. A couple of old easy chairs
and a comfy couch are
brightened by richly patterned batik throws,
and are arranged around
a low wooden table. In one corner, a bed
luxurious in its
spaciousness boasts an exquisitely
embroidered burgundy quilt made
of the softest down, with a striking green
dragon appliqued with
care onto its cover. A plentitude of homely
scatter cushions and
soft white pillows make this cosy corner even
more welcoming.
It is a winter before dawn. The sky clouds over with high white
cirrus clouds that diffuse the light of the
moons. The air is quite
cold, and the snow covering the land makes it
seem colder.
On
the ledge, you see Branwyth, Pilloeth, and one person.
On
the perch is Frist.
S'nor
walks in from the Branwyth's Lakeside Ledge of Mystery.
Branwyth>
Branwyth allows her tail to be caught again and settles
down comfortably on the weyr ledge, in her
favourite place gazing
out over the frozen lake and the stars.
Branwyth>
Pilloeth relaxes down beside Branwyth and turns his gaze
from the green to the lake.. Now this is a
sight that he hasn't
taken time to enjoy for a while..
Sasha
wanders into the weyr and is glad to see that the little fire
burning in the hearth is still alive. Putting
on some more wood, she
makes some klah and brings him a mug, as she
sits on the couch in
her little living area.
"There...Klah...That will warm you up."
S'nor
takes the klah mug with a small smile... In this new setting
he's not quite as energetic as he was down in
the bowl, "Thanx.." he
offers as he takes a long sip from the mug,
still standing there in
the middle of the room...
Sasha
gestures to a chair. " Have a seat. " she says simply,
remembering all too well the last time S'nor
visited her weyr.
S'nor's
thoughts too have drifted back to the last time he was at her
weyr, he slowly moves to the offered chair,
smiling warmly at her as
he slides in to the chair another sip is
taken from the mug in the
akward silence as he throws a glance around
the room before his eyes
fall on Sasha again.. Silence...
Sasha's
eyes glance up at S'nor surreptitiously from time to time,
although mainly she evades his gaze. Finally
she grins slightly half
embarrassed, half afraid. "So here we
are again....I guess you must
be feeling pretty awful about now huh? About
Syan and the baby I
mean..."
S'nor
nods slowly at the question, "Yes.. I do... I feel that I went
wrong some where... I probably could have
spent more time back at
the weyr, and less time running patrols,
giving them to the younger
riders," he shrugs with a sigh, "I
just don't know..." He finishes
lamely...
Sasha
shivers a little and kneels down to stoke the fire. Again not
knowing what to say could become a problem.
"Do you think she'll
come back? She left once before didn't
she?"
S'nor
shakes his head lightly, "I don't think so," he responds, then
points out, "Last time she left she at
least left some of her stuff
behind, this time my weyr's as clean as if
she was never there to
start with, as if it was all a dream,"
he comments as he takes
another sip of his klah...
Sasha
prods a log with the poker, and finally gets it into the right
place. Putting the poker down she picks up
her own mug and curls
herself into her usual feline shape on one
end of the couch. "That
must be very strange...as if a portion of
your life is missing." Her
eyes are sympathetic but still a little
wary...
S'nor
nods slowly in agreement, "Aye," he states simply as he glances
down at the mug in his hands, then he looks
back up and nods, "Yes..
It does feel as though something is missing,
Though I do feel that
they should do what's best for them," he
repeats from earlier as if
trying to reassure himself...
Sasha
nods. " Maybe....." she agrees. "There has to be something
wrong if you feel the need to up and leave
like that I suppose..."
she stands and goes to get the klah mug and
standing in front of
him, she lifts the jug..."More
klah?"
S'nor
offers his mug out to you, "Thanx," he whispers, then sighs
deeply, "I just don't know where I went
wrong," he shakes his head
and hangs it as he just wraps his hands
around the klah mug..
Sasha
pours the klah into S'nor's mug and sighs at the dejected look
on his face. One hand reaches out to gently
touch his shoulder. "I'm
really sorry S'nor...and not for all the
wrong reasons either." Her
voice is genuinely apologetic and weighted
with worry.
S'nor
turns his face up to look at her, allowing a smile to turn up
his lips, he places his free hand over hers
on his shoulder, "Thank
you Sasha, It means a lot to me," he
smiles warmly to her..
Sasha
nods, and doesn't really want to move her hand, but she is
still holding the klah...the pot is set on the table and then she
turns and gazes at him before making a
decision and sitting on the
arm of his chair and putting an arm around
his shoulders. " It will
all work out you know...things generally
happen for a reason." thats
what people say isn't it...when others are
upset?
S'nor
sits his klah off to the side as he turns to gaze up at Sasha
as she perches on the arm of his chair, he
takes her hand in his as
she drapes it across his shoulders,
"Aye, all things happen for a
reason," he nods "The key is to
figure out what the reason is before
it's passed you by," he adds..
Sasha
nods mutely, not really sure what to say. Her arm remains
around him though and she is acutely aware of
his hand on hers.
"Well if there is anything I can say or
do let me know , Ok? "
S'nor
nods, "You're doing just fine," he offers a smile, "All I need
is someone to be here for me to talk to and
to tell me that it'll
all be just fine.. Which you've done a good
job of," he says as his
fingers lightly stroke over hers, "Thank
you...."
Sasha
nods and shivers a little as the fire begins to burn down. "You
know where I am ...." she reassures him.
"I've always been your
friend whether you realised it or not...what
ever I might have said
in the past." she winces slightly
remembering...
S'nor
smiles as he takes Sasha's hand in his and squeezes reassuringly,
"Aye, I know you have always been my
friend," he responds as he
gazes up in to her eyes, "And I yours..
Regardless of anything," he
says as he plants a light kiss on her cheek..
"Thanx for tonight..
Thanx for the Snowball fight, the klah, and
the use of your fire to
warm up," he smiles as he stands and
turns towards her, his hand
catching hers again as it slides off his
shoulder...
Sasha
starts a little at the kiss on her cheek, and her eyes dart up
to S'nor's. "I enjoyed it all
too....sorry it wasn't such a good time
for you with everything going on...."
she glances down and chuckles
slightly. " But it was the best turnday
snowball fight I have ever
had."
S'nor
raises an eyebrow and blinks, "Don't tell me I forgot about
your turnday /again/..." he mock sighs,
giving Sasha a wink as he
pulls her up off the arm of the chair to
stand, he wraps his arms
around her and gives you a little bit fuller
of a kiss, "There..
does that make up for my forgetting?" he
inquires as he takes a
step back...
Sasha,
standing so close to you catches her breath and then that
kiss......her eyes register shock as he
kisses her and she is
completely flumoxed for a moment and unsure
of what to do..."
Um...yes...um I think so..." and for a
split second she just stands
there. Then suddenly she slips her arms
around S'nor's waist and
kisses
back. A little breathlessly she says "So that must be for
all the turndays I've missed of yours!"
S'nor
smiles as he tilts his head to the side, "You've missed quite a
few....." he comments trailing off....
"I don't know if that quite
makes up for /all/ of them.." he grins
as he lightly wraps his arms
around her...
Sasha
looks up at him, still enfolded in his arms...turndays
forgotten...." What are we doing? This
is sooo not a good idea...."
she whispers....
S'nor's
arms drop to his side slowly as he nods, But then they return
to where they were, "Does it make you
feel good? Because I feel good
with you in my arms.. And my father once told
me that if it makes
you feel good then no matter what it is it
can't be a bad idea.."
Sasha's
head buries itself into S'nor's chest. " Yes..." she
whispers..." I've wanted you to hold me
for such a long time....."
S'nor
smiles and strokes his fingers through her hair, "Then hold
me, hold me close and never let go," he
says as he plants a light
kiss on her forehead...
Sasha's
arms tighten around him and almost scared to open her eyes in
case she's dreaming, she turns her face up to
his and gently kisses
his mouth.
S'nor
kisses Sasha deeply as he holds her in his arms just enjoying the
moment..
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A Selection of Logs
from Sasha's Past
