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.