8/9/2002
02:15
AM
Logfile
from Briny.
Eastern
Landing Field - Monaco Weyr(#345RFJLa$)
This huge square of hardpacked dirt
stretches for dragonlengths between the sylvan boundaries on three sides: the
trees muffle the noise of the Weyr's comings and goings, from casual arrivals
to harried departures. The fourth, western side, lays open to the river and the
bridge arching over the rushing waters. Oaks and rowans give way to a low
metal-roofed building -- the infirmary -- at the southwestern corner of the
landing area, with ground weyrs dotting the land hidden behind the whispering
foliage to the north and east.
Contents:
Vasmar
Obvious
exits:
Stone
Bridge INFirmary Waterfall Pool Feeding Grounds Jungle
Path Guest Weyr Beach
NOrthern Weyrs Eastern
Weyrs
Vasmar
comes quietly across the Stone bridge, looking...well...a little less cheerful
than his typical self.
Briny
is seated somewhere or another in the field area. Yes, right there in the dirt
in her skirt. But, notably, one foot is bare as the girl is peering intently
into the depths of her boot. A breath later and she is pulling it away, so
shove a hand down into it, apparently searching for something. As she does
this, her gaze idly follows the progress of someone or another, who as they get
closer she notes is Vasmar, "G'day."
Vasmar's
lips form words with no sound to them as he continues on his way. It's not
until the familiar voice of Briny draws his eyes up from his feet as they
scruff through the dirt. He looks at her and blinks, as though not expecting a
girl in a skirt to be sprawled thus on the ground, "Hi there. Need some
help?"
Briny
upends her boot, and with a bit of a wriggle, a tiny stone tumbles to the
ground to land in the dirt. "Felt like I was walking on a boulder."
She flicks the pebble with a finger before extending her leg to pull her boot
on once more. She dusts a hand off on her thigh before extending it up in a
clear sigh for him to take it and help pull her up. "How're you?"
Vasmar
closes the distance to the girl in one long stride and takes her hand, giving
her an easy pull to guide her to stand. "Been better." He shrugs
slowly, "But the day is nearly over and I'm hoping to put the earlier part
of the day behind me now. How are you?"
Briny
rises to her feet, giving her foot an extra stomp to make sure the boot is well
and on her foot. Balance is kept as she glances over to him. Hands dust down
over her rear to get rid of whatever dirt might have accumulated as she so
daintily sat in the middle of the field. "Ahhh, see now. That's the way to
view things. Leave it behind you and live for what is before you." Sage
advice, or something. "Me. I'm better now that I'm not walking around with
a rock in my shoe."
Vasmar's
eyes can't help but drift to the dusted parts but they are quick to return to
her face as he offers the first smile of the day for her, "A rock in the
shoe isn't much fun. But you're all fixed now." He stands there for a
moment without saying anything and then asks, "Have you eatten yet?"
Briny,
seemingly oblivious to any wandering eyes or choosing not to make note of them,
smiles happily onto him. "All fixed and ready to be escorted towards where
the food can be found." And without further ado, the girl sweeps forward
as if to look arms with him, "Perfectly famished. Does that answer your
question?"
Vasmar's
mouth slants a little before a wider smile spreads across his lips,
"Alright then, a lady who knows what she wants." He extends his elbow
at just the right moment that she might ensnare him with her movement and leans
forward as though to begin walking towards the weyrhall. "I'm sure Rosie
has something nice awaiting."
Briny
is led forth to wherever. "Of course I know, I'm just... decisive that
way." She flashes him a wink as they move off towards the main eating
area.
Vasmar
walks off westwards to the stone bridge spanning the Monaco River.
Vasmar
has left.
Stone
Bridge - Monaco Weyr
From
the bridge over the Monaco River, water becomes the whole world: the quiet
spill from the waterfall pool upstream, the gurgling and sloshing rush below
the stone arch, the race down swift currents to meet the ocean. Railings of the
bridge's white-mortared black basalt limn the edges of the span, and two pairs
of pilings support either side of the highest point between the two banks, the
landing field on the east and a tree-lined path to the west.
Contents:
Vasmar
T'gan
Obvious
exits:
Shady
Path Eastern Landing Field
Vasmar
escores Briny rather grandly across the bridge, chin tilted up slightly in the
air as though he were pretending to be someone of great importance.
Briny,
is naturally, someone of importance, or something along those lines as she is
led along.
Vasmar
walks off westwards to the tree-lined shady path between the cotholds and the
commons.
T'gan's
leaning over the side of the bridge as the two come along, and twists a small
smile toward them. "Evening, you two." A pause, a focus on Briny.
Weyrhall
- Monaco Weyr(#1290RFJM$)
This Hall rises in two open levels. High
above the structure's center, a broad-beamed ceiling supports the
slate-shingled roof. Carved wood from four massive trees provide pillars that
are both functional and decorative. Bounding the entire open chamber is an
upper tier with wide stairs affording access from the lower level.
The lower tier is arranged in grand style.
Various tapestries adorn the lower walls, and tables, benches, and chairs are
placed all about, allowing the entire Weyr's population to gather here. Built
into the west wall, a large stone hearth houses a small fire that warms klah
and some foods. Across the room, between the eastern pair of pillars, a large
table stands laden with pitchers of juice and trays of food. Sitting next to
the table are two casks of wine; one marked red, and stamped with a badge
indicating it is from the vineyards of the North's Benden Hold, and the other,
white with markings indicating origin in the newly-favored regions of the South
upriver from the Paradise holding. Above the hearth is a large plaque upon
which the symbol of Monaco Weyr, a particolored field of blue above white
featuring a leaping dolphin, is emblazoned.
Contents:
Vasmar
Tapestry:
Nellanth's Clutch
Auntie
Valera
Obvious
exits:
Stairs Kitchens
Terrace Commons Western Landing Field
Vasmar
looks vastly guilty about ducking past the Weyrleader like that and glances
over his shoulder, "Think we should have invited him along with us?"
He asks as he steps into the hall. "Not really fair is it?"
Briny,
having not noticed the Weyrleader 'til Vasmar mentioned it, blinks owlishly to
him. "Hrm? I didn't see..." Apparently, she was still feeling out the
inside of her boot, making sure there were no other hidden little pebbles
within it. "I'm sure he had Weyrleaderly things to do or somesuch."
Her fingers waver and waggle vaguely.
Vasmar
frees Briny's arm from his as he nods, "I guess that's true. He could have
followed after us if he really wanted to. It's not a private party after
all." The tone used makes it sound oh so disapointing too. "your foot
feeling alright?"
Briny
reaches a hand around and back to rub at the back of her neck. "Privacy?
In a weyr? Not unless you've got your own weyr, and I haven't one of those.
You?" She gives him a teasing nudge before nodding her head, ringlets
bouncing with the movement. "If not, I'll have you massage it."
*grin*
Eliwys
ambles in from the western landing field outside.
Eliwys
has arrived.
Eliwys
strides in, a hand lifted as she heads into the Weyrhall.
Vasmar
laugsh and shakes his head, "The most private place I have it a cot that I
can pull my head under the blankets on. But hey, it's somewhere to sleep I
guess." He pokes her back and then slips away, hopefully before she can
get another poke in, heading for the food purposefully. Spotting the Weyrwoman
he nods to her, "Evening Weyrwoman."
Eliwys
smiles, "Good evening" she adds, grabbing a mug of tea, "How is
everyone this evening?"
Briny
trails after Vasmar, babbling to the back of his head or whatever else will
listen, "I've a hammock. Had that hammock for quite some time. It swings
wonderfully in a good breeze, just like your ma's hand at your cradle... only
if the breeze is strong enough, you might just get tossed." As Eliwys
enters, the teenager flashes her smile in greeting. "Prefectly
delightful," she answers. "How are you doing?"
Eliwys
grins, "Mind if I take a seat?" she asks, gesturing to one near by.
Vasmar
laughs at Briny's explination of her sleeping arrangement and pokes out his
lower lip, "You have the better situation most certainly. Though I can't
say that I'd enjoy being out int he rain while i'm trying to get some
sleep." He reaches for a plate, grinning at the Weyrwoman over his
shoulder as well, "I don't mind. Care for something to eat while we're
over here?"
T'gan
ambles in from the wide green commons outside.
T'gan
has arrived.
Briny
snickers, flickering Vasmar a wry glance, "Why do you think that most
hammocks are strung between two trees? Natural sheltar." Another teasing
nudge as she takes a plate as well, tapping the empty surface with a finger as
she considers the possibilities for dinner. "Have you had a chance to talk
with that girl with the uh... uh..." Finger taps on the side of her nose
momentarily, "That problem, ma'am? ... I mean Eliwys."
T'gan's
pace into the weyrhall is lazy, meandering; he pauses at the doorway to *watch*
inside for a few long moments, a small smile curving his lips. Eventually,
though, he bids, "Evening," quietly, and steps over toward the
serving table. "Eli. Briny. Vasmar. Valera. How are you all?"
Auntie
Valera closes her eyes and leans back in her rocker.
Eliwys
shakes her head, "No unfortunately not" she adds to Briny, slipping
into a seat, "I'm not even really sure who it is, but I figure if I see
her, I'll know her." A nod is given to T'gan, "Evening, T'gan, well
thank you and you?"
Vasmar
nudges right back indiscriminately, "still to much rain for me. I've got
thin skin." He makes a show of shuddering. Her question to the Weyrwoman
makes his eyebrow dart up to his hairline but he greets T'gan instead of
asking. "Good day Weyrleader. Just another day in the tropics." Then
he inclines his head to Rosie with a wink, "That herdbeast if you please.
Thank you kindly."
Briny
doesn't quite manage to hide her smile at Eliwys' words, but nods heavily in
understanding. The messenger girl glance back to Vasmar, blinking owlishly and
just barely managing to resist the urge to pinch his 'thin' skin just to check.
Oh, but her fingers twitch with the effort not to do so, a noticeable twitch.
"Wimp." Or whatever the Pernese equivalent might be. She glances
around as T'gan enters, flashing him a wave with the hand that isn't holding
the plate.
"I'm
well enough," says T'gan, and after filling himself a mug of juice -- not
klah, not ale -- he finds his way to a chair near all three. "The Healers
let me see Selene for a little while, today, which was awful nice."
Eliwys
smiles, "That's wonderful news, T'gan. How is she doing?"
Vasmar
sniffs delicately at Briny, "Can you blame me for desiring more plush
quarters?" As though his cot in the resident dorm is oh so opulent. He
takes back the plate with the delightful looking herdbeast and edges away from
any wriggling fingers. His expression turns more serious overhearing T'gan and
he walks the rest of the way to the table in silence once he's secured a glass
of wine.
Briny's
plate is likewise filled with whatever the order of the day is. She slips
bonelessly into a seat as well, casting a knowing and very much agreeing glance
to Vasmar. She frowns slightly at the unfamiliar name, pale eyebrows coming
down slightly to further the expression. "I'm sorry... Selene?"
"She's...
reasonable," says T'gan, clearly hedging his bets. "It took me a bunch
of wheedling to get the Healers to tell me exactly what they thought was wrong,
and I think they're not quite ready to say she's on the mend." He hitches
up his shoulders in a shrug, but his smile's undiminished. "Still, it's
good news, I think. Something wrong with your quarters, Vasmar? I'll talk to
Auril, if you like..."
Eliwys
smiles, "Selene is the Senior Weyrwoman here, Briny, except that she's
very sick, so that's why I'm here, in the role of acting Senior" and as
far as she's concerned, acting it will stay. She smiles and nods to T'gan,
"Anything is good news, yes."
Vasmar
listens to the status of Selene with interest as he eases into his chair. He
looks at Eliwys as she answers Briny and he takes a drink of his wine. Then he
shakes his head to T'gan, "I sleep in the resident quarters like the other
residents. Cot, blanket, footpress. There are to many people in the weyr for
everyone to have their own room."
Briny's
eyes open to about the size of marks, and then she precedes to look a bit
chagrined. "Oh yes. I apologize. I knew the name sounded familiar, but I
couldn't quite place it. Is there..." She flickers a glance around,
looking a bit unsure about broaching the subject, but her insatiable curiosity
managing to inevitably get the better of her, "Do you mind if I ask what
the trouble is?"
Again,
T'gan shrugs, though this line of questioning forces his smile a little more.
"No, no, Briny, not at all. It's just... they don't quite know.
Exhaustion, maybe? They're not sure. But she's getting better, I think."
Eliwys
smiles, "I'm very glad she's getting better."
Vasmar
listens to the conversation as he eats, too hungry to add a coment right away.
Still, his expression is one of agreement to Eliwys' remark.
Briny,
not being a healer, has absolutely no suggestions about what could be availing
the weyrwoman, but she does frown thoughtfully. "And they can't diagnose
it that easily? How odd. Hopefully if she does get better, it doesn't occur
again." Spork prods at the food upon her plate, arranging it before she
begins to start eating. She flickers a glance askance to Vasmar as he chows
down as well, smile warming faintly.
T'gan's
clearly pleased as well, but shrugs shoulders one last time, and says,
"Still. There must be more interesting things to talk about? What's going
on with the two of you, Vasmar, Briny? Anything worth talking about happen
today?"
Vasmar
waggles his now empty fork and chews vigorously as he grins across at T'gan.
When he's able to speak without spouting food along with his words he remarks,
"Got in the middle of a 'lovely' little lover's quarrel and didn't even
know it until the sparks were flying. Not a good time. But I think we smoothed
things out."
T'gan
glances from Vasmar to Briny to Eli, and then back again, before asking, more
furtively, "Between who? Keep your voice low, now; we don't want Valera to
hear."
Briny
proceeds to mix up her greens with her spork as she answers, "As exciting
as the trials and travails of the common messenger are, you'll be pleased to
know that your newest messenger did not manage to get lost today. As opposed to
the day before when I was lost off in the eastern area for a good candlemark or
so just to find some brownrider's weyr, who wasn't even home at the time."
Exciting, eh? She flashes a teasing grin over to Vasmar, "We...? do
tell."
Eliwys
hrms, "Oh shut up, Leyrith. No, I won't. Oh, shardit, I guess I can come
see." She glances around, a yawn on the tail of her grin, "I'm
needed. Excuse me." Mug is gathered, and a wave offered, before she heads
out.
Eliwys
walks off southwards to the wide green commons outside.
Eliwys
has left.
Vasmar
listens to Briny's account of her getting lost, "Jays, have to draw you a
map so you can be sure you know where you're going. Wouldn't want to lose you
down a hole." He draws back to avoid getting swatted and answers the
question in a lowered voice, "B'nel the new bluerider and his weyrmate
Chrissai--greenrider." He says it as though it should say it all. "Ah,
he didn't win her flight, he was upset. He was in here deep in his cups and I
offered to help him sober up and have a massage. A bad move on my part--as
/she/ thought something else was going on when she came home."
T'gan
throws a wave after Eliwys as she retreats from the living cavern; quips,
"They always have *something* to pester you with," without real
animus. "Yikes, Vasmar. Hopefully you escaped mostly in one piece? And
saved Briny from more adventures trying to learn the lay of the land?"
Briny
is quick to defend. "The very spice of life is the unexpected. If I knew
where I was going all the time, I'd find life dreadfully boring awfully
quick." Doesn't she make just the perfect messenger? So, if Vasmar leans
away from a swat, that means he won't be expecting the kick under the table
that is intended for his leg? "Okay, you'll have to be gentle with me
here. Granted, I've had some passing experience in a weyr before I came here,
but still... I'm holdbred, and cutely so. But... I thought that dragon flights
were just that, flights. Dragons mating, and the humans get caught up in it,
right? Why would he get so bent out of shape over something that has everything
to do with dragons, and not human emotions?" She flickers a glance askance
to T'gan at his words, grin wry, "Well, unless Vasmar is all black and
blue underneath his clothes, he still looks pretty good."
Auntie
Valera shakes her head mournfully. "What is this Weyr coming to? You'll
never know what I heard! I heard that T'oucan was seen rushing out of his weyr
with his pants around his ankles trying to find out if our young Ellwyn had
arrived yet. Quite the view I heard. Shame I missed it!"
"Erm."
Clearly this is something of an awkward subject for T'gan -- which is rather
odd, all things considered. "That's probably the way it ought to go,
Briny. Except that after a flight emotions do tend to run a little high and
hot?"
Vasmar
looks down at himself and then looks at T'gan with a wink, "All in one
piece, nothing missing! It wasn't much fun, but I like to think they made up
nicely afterwards. They're just both new to the
whole....flight....thing..." he waves his hand around lightly.
"OW!" He startles at the kick and then laughs, "Evil little
imp!" He's not all that mad however and her question just makes him smirk,
"there's a whole lot more...mmm...behind the sceens as it were, to
flights."
Briny
smiles innocently onto Vasmar, as if oblivious to any reason for the
exclamation. "Hrm?... Oh, I've seen a flight or two. Been around for what
happened afterwards too, but still..." She shrugs her shoulders
indolently, "At least Vasmar here managed to make it in one piece, and
yes, with everything in tact. Anything less would be a pity." *snicker*
Is that
a blush that's beginning to creep into T'gan's cheeks? "I was holdbred,
too," he informs Briny, quietly. "Do you have, ah. Designs? On his
parts?"
Vasmar
nods his head sagely, not seeing the humor in having any of his parts missing,
"Damn right." He agrees, lifting his glass with a grin. He nearly
sputters out his wine at T'gan's question, just managing to get it down without
choking. "Oh, there's a fine question." He turns an innocent smile on
Briny.
Briny
is holdbred, but quickly corrupted not long after leaving said small hold. It
was a very educational turn from that moment 'til now. "His parts?"
Although she pokes a finger at Vasmar, she peers 'innocently' at T'gan,
"Your parts... whatever parts. It'd be a shame for any parts belonging to
anyone to be damaged." She continues to speak, treating it all as if a
very serious subject. "And seeing as guys seem to take offense rather
quickly about certain parts, it is in my best interests, as a member of the
female population of Pern, to make sure any parts like such are in working
order." Or something. *beamsparkle*
"Polished
and shined?" T'gan riskes the risque, and colors the more deeply for it --
a lovely color of crimson indeed, which he endeavors to hide behind his drink.
Vasmar
chuckles softly, waiting for a moment to take a drink of his wine, in case some
other question might be voiced to make him sputter again, "I see a healer
when I need to see if i'm 'working' properly" He sighs at T'gan,
"She's not very picky is she?" He grins at T'gan's question and
glances at Briny for her answer, leaning slightly forward onto the table.
T'gan
shakes his head quickly. "No offense or anything, Vasmar, but please don't
come to *this* Healer? I'm not exactly an authority on the care and feeding of
parts." He darts a dubious look toward Valera, there, doubtless convinced
that some variation on *that* is going to begin making the rounds of gossip.
"Maybe I ought to take myself to bed, before my mouth gets me into more
trouble."
Auntie
Valera leans forward, cupping her ear with one hand, and peers at T'gan.
"What's that you say, dearie? I didn't catch."
Briny,
the teenaged becurled messenger-girl newly come to Monaco, managed to wring a
blush from the Weyrleader? Wow. Impressive. But it does take T'gan's latest
words to finally provoke a feature-cracking smile from her. She can't help but
giggle. "Bah, healers have cold hands, or at least that has been my
experience." Knowing grin transfers from Vasmar back to the rider,
chuckling.
Vasmar
clucks at T'gan, "You're not fun." His mouth turns down at the corners
though his eyes twinkle merrily, "Why leave now? It's just getting
fun." To Briny he offers, "Warming cold hands is very fun
however."
T'gan
coughs, weakly, and now really *does* begin to beat a hasty retreat. "Try
not to scandalize anybody?" he tells the two of them, and slips out.
T'gan
walks off southwards to the wide green commons outside.
T'gan
has left.
Briny
is quick to quip, "Ah, but neither am I a healer, nor have I cold
hands." Said hands lift for the benefit of all to see, not that they are
all that noteworthy when it comes to hands. "So I suppose I will never
know." She glances over to T'gan, smile warm as he retreats. She flickers
a glance back to Vasmar, absolutely beaming, "Now, look what you did.
Scared off that poor bronzerider with all your talk."
Vasmar
sighs softly, "it's always the case. Put too much stone in the fire and
POOF! It's too hot to handle." He takes another drink of his wine,
squinting at Briny's hands in amusement, though he keeps himelf from commenting
on them. "I think he enjoyed the teasing."
Briny
laughs, taking up her spork again to prod at the remains of the herdbeast upon
her plate. Only to sigh and drop the utensil back down, apparently fully.
"Faith, I don't think I've ever seen a rider blush so much in my life. But
sure, I think he got a charge out of it as well. Next time I shall have to
mention the word 'parts' in front of him, just to see what happens. I think I
will enjoy that immensely." She looks back to him, "You didn't seem
to mind that sort of talk at all."
Vasmar
grins at Briny, "might be because he fancies you and is trying to find a
way to make the first move." He shrugs and admits, "I have no idea,
but you'll find a lot of riders who blush easily like that, and just as many
other weyrfolk as well." He pushes food around on his plate with
disinterest, "I found the conversation very enjoyable. Yes."
Briny
seems to perk at the idea of someone fancying her, which causes the young woman
to reach up and pat her hair here and there. It takes a moment before she
chuckles and leans over as if to elbow him, "I suppose I am more used to
the guy making the first move, but it really isn't necessary. Not if a girl
knows what she wants and isn't afraid to go and get it. There is nothing wrong
with that, is there?"
Vasmar
watches the patting of hair with enjoyment and nudges her side with his
fingertip, "There aren't many girls who go out of their way to make the
first move I've noticed. Most of them like being swept off their feet. However,
i think any man would be daft not to enjoy a woman taking what she wants."
he pauses, "So long as there is attraction on both parts." One eye
closes in a sly wink.
Briny
tries not to roll her eyes, "Usually, girls that do that are quickly
branded as easy, or so I've seen. And while I think that being swept off my
feet is awfully romantic, sometimes a guy can be so pokey that he needs a
little... well, prod to get him going." A moment as she reaches over as if
to poke a finger into his side, "Is that the kind of guy that you are?
That you need a prod?"
Vasmar
thinks about it for a moment and then lifts his shoulders slightly, "I
think I'm somewhere in the middle. But I do like testing the waters a bit
before jumping in. I've made a fool of myself plenty enough times before. I
happen to like the romantic aspect myself." He chuckles at the poke that
is directed at a ticklish spot, "now now, enough of that." he waggles
his finger warningly. "How about you? Do you rush in or wait on the
sidelines?"
Briny's
gaze inevitably rises to the ceiling as she considers his question.
"Depends on the guy. Granted, I've never thrown myself at someone, but
there is always a first time and I'm not against doing it if that is what the
situation called for. But, if the man is the more traditional sort, who likes
courting and the like... I'd find that terribly romantic and probably a little
bit... well, like I said traditional. It just, depends on the situation, and
how much I like the guy. I suppose I'm just flexible."
Vasmar
grins and nods his head to Briny, "That makes sense to me. Don't stick to
any guidelines. And anyway, you never know when the 'right' person will come
tumbling down at your feet. At least that's what I hear." He drinks the
last of his wine, "Care for something more to drink?" He leans in a
little towards Briny with a smile. "The wine's good."
Briny
babbles as if she has already been drinking quite a bit, but that is just her.
"I don't think I've ever had someone just tumble at my feet, let alone
have had the desire to smooch them. Maybe the next time one falls in front of
me, I might have to try that and see what happens." She blinks across to
him. "Mmmmm. More wine would be fine. Thank you very much for offering."
Vasmar
gets up slowly, "I didn't mean physically tumbling at your feet. Although
wouldn't /that/ be something." Chuckling he strides across the cavern and
speaks with Rosie for a moment. After a bit he returns with a small skin of
wine and waves it before Briny, "Enough for a few more glasses I'd
think." His eyes are bright, perhaps a little too much so from the drink.
"Do you work tomorrow?"
Briny
laughs softly, leaning back in her chair. Well, actually tipping it back onto
the rear two legs in a rather precarious position. As the skin is waved before
her, she makes a grab as if to steal it away from him, "Probably at some
point. I just poke my head in the headwoman's office or the steward's or
wherever and they send me about. You?"
Vasmar
waggles the skin out of grab-range and offers to fill her glass politely,
"I have tomorrow all to myself. Though a whole day left to my own devices
could be very dangerous." After filling his own glass he stoppers it and
sets it to the center of the table.
Briny
grins, "I supposes that's what happens when you have been here longer than
I have. You actually get days off like that." She reaches for her filled
glass of wine, before squinting a look to him, "Aye, very dangerous. You
could actually like... do something fun." *gasp-horror!* "Any
plans?"
Vasmar
takes a long drink of his wine, "I'm planning on spending most of the day
on the beach or in the water." He answers and then adds, "I may even
go exploring around the weyr. I need to see who else is free who might want to
join me for some fun. I've been too busy with other things to locate my
friends."
Briny
perks once more at the idea of exploring, a noticeable glint to her eye that
has nothing to do with the available light. "Really," she drawls
slowly, thoughfully. "So, if like some strange blonde-haired messenger
girl just happened to be on a run and managed to get a little sidetracked, she
could get picked up by a certain explorer with too much free time on his
hands?"
Vasmar's
smile broadens at the suggestion but he quickly conceals it with the back of
his hand, rubbing his pursed lips, "oooh, I think something like that
could be very agreeable to the explorer. Afterall, what fun is wandering the
jungle without someone there to see the beauty of it all." He's not able
to hold back his eager grin for long.
Briny
beams. "Divine!" Wine glass is taken, brought to her lips, and then
contents are downed in a single gulp. With a shove, she manages to gracefully
draw back to her feet, combing fingers roughshod through her hair. "Be
sure to have all the essentials with you when you do prepare to go out."
Obviously looking as though she is about to leave, she takes a step away onto
to reach out as if to give his hair the same finger-combing she just gave
herself. "'Til later."
Vasmar
finishes his glass of wine and lets out a honestly disapointed soft sigh that
she's leaving, "Essentials? Food? Wine? Blankets?" He winks and leans
his head towards her hand invitingly. "Guess it's that time hhmm? Good
night and sweet dreams."
Briny
giggles as she moves away, "Ah. See, you've got it all. G'night." And
she is gone.