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.