8/18/2002

03:26 PM

Logfile from 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:

Auntie Valera

Tapestry: Nellanth's Clutch

Obvious exits:

Stairs  Kitchens  Terrace  Commons  Western Landing Field 

 

Vasmar has arrived.

 

Vasmar wanders in from the bowl, lifting a hand towards a table of kitchen hands that he knows and then continues on, his path directing him towards Briny, "well, hello there."

 

Briny picks her way along the serving table, eyeing the offerings upon it with a critical eye before picking out nothing more than a couple of cookies. Taking up roost at the end of it, she leans a hip against the table's edge, hesitating before taking a bite to spy Vasmar at the familiar voice, "G'day there."

 

Vasmar lays his flattened palms out at the side of the serving table as he saunters up and leans forward to see what's being displayed to eat, grinning at Rosie who simply rolls her eyes at him. "How are you doing Briny?"

 

Briny takes an almost delicate bite of the cookie held betwixt two fingers, only to dust said fingers off by brushing them together. The young woman flickers a glance at Rosie at the eyeroll, provoking a grin, "Me? Simply delightful. Nothings better than devouring a good sugar cookie. You?"

 

Vasmar shrugs up his shoulders, "keeping busy but otherwise i can't complain. I guess being busy keeps me out of trouble." He turns back to Rosie, "I think I'll try that Herdbeast pie there. If it's anything like your normal cooking it's sure to be wonderful." He tilts his head towards Briny, "What's so delightful anyway? Meet a cute bronzerider?"

 

Briny wrinkles her nose, "Cute bronzeriders come easier than half-marks trading hands at a gather. If you've seen one, you've seen them all." She considers her cookie for a moment longer before taking another blissful bite of it. "I'm just the high on life sort of blissful mood today."

 

Vasmar doesn't bother to hide his smile or his chuckle at Briny's reply and then he shrugs up his shoulders, "I've been told that not all bronzeriders are like that. Don't judge a book by its cover and all that rot." His food is fixed and offered to him on a plate which he takes with a nod of thanks. "I'm glad you're feeling so well. The weyr must agree with you."

 

Briny peeps across at him from across the plane of her sugar-speckled cookie, pale eyebrows striving for her forehead in some sort of silent challenge. "Oh, you've had close personal experience around those... deep cute bronzers?" Mirth is evident in her eyes as well as the teasing tone of her voice. A dramatic sigh as she nods her head slowly, "That it does. That it does, Vasmar. I might just stick around for longer than a couple of months this time if it keeps on agreeing with me." So serious she sounds, but the slant to her eyes is pure devilry.

 

Vasmar clears his throat gingerly and offers Briny a wink, "perhaps I have...perhaps I have." He answers in so jovial a tone it's impossable to tell if he's serious about the answer or not. He winks and pushes away from the serving table, "care to sit down and keep me company? I for one certainly hope you stick around, it's nice running into you now and again."

 

Briny's giggle travels up and down the scale at his reply, earning quite the generous grin. "We shall have to compare notes some day." Oh, she isn't about to let up on that one, is she? *evil grin* Pushing away as well, she trails after but not before snagging another cookie 'for the road'. "Well, I suppose the people that make up the Weyr are one of the good points that make me wish to stay. Everyone has been so delightfully nice, and so very welcoming."

 

Vasmar tilts his head towards Briny again, "I don't kiss and tell....though I guess if we didn't name names it wouldn't hurt." He glances around and then fixes Briny with an amused squint, "They have such delicate egos." He pulls out a chair for Briny first and then pulls out his own to settle into it. "I hear the folks at Fort Weyr as nice as well. But it's such a dreadfully big place I don't think I'd get used to being just a nameless face in the crowd."

 

Briny can't help but giggle some more. "Well, considering the fact that-" She cuts off abruptly and flickers a glance about the room, suddenly realizing the they are, indeed, in a very public place. Lips clamp shut, dramatically so, as she makes it rather obvious how much silence on this topic would be best. A breath, and she speaks once more, "I've never had the pleasure of Fort. Despite the fact I only lived but a couple of days south by boat of the seahold there, never been in the area. You've been there?"

 

Vasmar just laughs in amusement at Briny's sudden silence, both eyebrows winging up before he shrugs up his shoulders. "Been there? Fort Weyr or the Seahold? I've been to Fort Weyr a number of times for their hatchings and once I was with a rider who got caught up in a flight, her dragon won the flight and so I had to sleep over there. As for the Seahold, I haven't had the pleasure." He tucks into his food for a moment and then after a pause to chew asks, "You miss being on the sea?"

 

Briny flashes him a wry glance moments before eating the last of her cookie. Ah, but she still has two more to tide her over. "Oh, either place. And, you know what, for all my movements about, somehow I managed to never see one of those things, hatchings. Granted, I've only ever been in one other Weyr than this one, but still... might be rather fun to see. Big gooey things flopping over the sands, a row of gangly-kneed pimpled adolescents all white-knuckled on the fringes. Its got to be something amazing to see with all the harper ballads about it." And then her head shakes from side to side, "Sea is boring. Utterly boring. I don't recommend it at all. Nothing but... water. Bleh. I like the ground much better."

 

Vasmar nods his head in understanding about the sea while he takes another few bites of his meal, eating neat and slow as aposed to some of the riders who suck down their meals without really tasting them. "The hatching should be soon at Fort Weyr. I'm sure you'll get to go along when the time comes. Dragonriders know when that sort of thing is happening and they're real happy offering rides, most of them." He chuckles, "And it's about as you'd expect...except the little dragons are pretty amazing once they've dried off and get their land-legs. Doesn't take too long."

 

Briny blinks owlishly at Vasmar for a moment. "Oh, you mean I can mooch a ride off of one of the riders?" That sounds like an excellent plan to her. Very nice. "I'll have to be sure to get in good with a couple of them." Calculations are already being made as to just who to snoozle up to now. "I'll have to take your word for it, but it sounds like a fine time."

 

Vasmar watches Briny, as though hearing the wheels turning in her head and offers helpfully, "I've gotten rides from riders I don't even know--not even by sight or name. They just come in and ask if anyone wants to go and poof, you're off." He shrugs, "Of course making friends with riders is more fun."

 

Briny starts in on her next cookie, flashing Vasmar a wry grin, "Oh, but I like making friends. So many different people. Always exciting." And she sounds like she does mean it too, which is very much the case. "Well, you've got your natural good looks going for you in getting a ride. Me? I've got to rely on my charm." *wink*

 

Vasmar snorts through his nose, nostrils flaring, "you've plenty of good looks to spare. And that hair." he canine-whistles and jigs his eyebrows approvingly as he does his best leer up and down at her. "You wouldn't have any trouble believe you me."

 

Briny smirks, "My hair is absolutely no good when it comes to trampling through the forest. These coils do their fardling best to get snagged in every lil' twig and leaf." Of course, she is still vain about her hair when she actually takes the time to do something with it. His leering provokes a hand to smooth over the front of her tunic as if to rid it of any imagined wrinkles. Just a little preen, mind you. "Flatterer," she accuses. "Shameless."

 

Vasmar's smile is warm as he shrugs up his head, "I'm being honest." He sighs, so misunderstood and quickly stuffs another bite of his pie between his lips as he looks skyward all dejected.

Dump complete, resuming game.

 

Briny pops the rest of her cookie in her mouth, briefly giving her a set of some rather unpernese chipmunk cheeks as she chews away. *chew-chew-chew-swallow* "You are being a terrible flirt, and I thank you for it. A girl can always appreciate a good compliment, especially when it considers her hair. But, do feel free to go on." *beamsparkle*

 

Vasmar's eyes swivle back to Briny as he dips his chin, "a terrible flirt is it? And here I thought I was at least not half bad, expecially when I'm trying to damn hard." He winks, eyes twinkling, "Your eyes are so bright and full of life and fire I feel myself drawn into them and your mouth. Oh so willing to spread into a smile those lips and so soft and velvet I find myself...wondering what their glossy touch would feel like. The soft evening clouds? A whisper of a wind before the summer rain?" He shifts in his chair and assumes an innocent look through his lashes.

 

Briny just stares at Vasmar, and hard. A very long an pregnant pause before something close to horror transfers onto her features. Wait for it. Wait for it. A hiccup, and then she is absolutely rolling with laughter. Her entire body rocks forward, curls waving over her face as she continues to laugh with extreme mirth. She rights once more, giggling mercilessly, one hand reaching up to wipe amused tears from her eyes as the other hand jounces forward as if to punch him one playfully on the arm. "And I thought that Harpers were the sole creators of bad poetry, or flattery, or whatever that was. Ohhhh, Vasmar. I think I'll keep you around." *snicker-giggle*

 

Vasmar pokes out his lower lip and looks...well, he looks hurt. He settles back into his chair and lets out a breath through his nose as he's punched. "Thank goodness I'm /not/ a harper." He winks, trying to cover up for the all out laughter directed at him and tries to pull himself back together like a feline who's run into a rock and then pretends that nothing amiss happened he strokes a hand over his hair with a slanted smile. "Women are so cruel."

 

Briny, who has never in her life ever heard such words directed at her can only hear them one way, in jest. Her shoulders hitch with a couple of residual giggles. "Not so much cruel as well-traveled, my dear." *giggle* Another swipe over her eyes before she is leaning towards him, "And if you wanted to kiss me, you can just do it and find out for yourself." Lips are just lips, as far as she knows.

 

Vasmar's eyes travel from hers to her lips and then back to her eyes as his smile slowly returns from that rather forced slant he was holding in place. "I think that I shall." He answers softly, "so I can put my questions to rest." As she offered it, he only hesitates a moment to see if she'll withdraw and then leans in closer, stealing a lingering kiss from her lips, pressing his to hers, his breath warm on her cheek with his nearness.

 

Briny is more earthly than airy like wind or rain, and her lips are a far more substantial thing. They mold to his with curiosity and enjoyment for a moment before she gradually pulls back, her smile evident. "Not so bad, was it? And far easier that just letting your imagination run wild."

 

Vasmar doesn't draw back very far as the kiss breaks, his eyes glittering with warmth generated in him from the soft kiss. His smile broadens, "Wonderful I would say." He replies, "and though I thought my imagination would be sated and it should be....mmmm, so many other questions bloom up from that spot where the first lay so quiet." not that he seems overly troubled, he looks delighted by the kiss. "Thank you."

 

Briny laughs, playfully reaching forward as if to place hand on his chest to push him lightly away. "Oh? Questions like..." Again, she trails off, thinking better considering their rather public placement. Instead, she grins a most cheshire grin at him. "As tasty as those cookies, I believe." A wink and she is rising smoothly to her feet, taking one of those cookies with her, "But seeing as I can't tuck you in a pocket for later, I'll just have to make do. I've runs to do."

 

Vasmar leans back as though just the thought of her pushing away makes him do so and he lounges back very feline-like, as though he'd just had the best saucer of cream. "Another time we can go over these other, questions. I'll need some time to get my thoughts settled." He holds out his hand towards her, "don't work too hard. And, if you have a chance, perhaps we can do dinner sometime? Whenever is good for you, if you'll agree to it."

 

Auntie Valera sets her chair to rocking with a loud thumping. ""

 

Briny spurns his hand, but instead licks her lips with an action just as feline as his. "Dinner? More delicious things? That I'd like very much." And with that, she is trotting off towards the office area with long ground-eating strides.