7/8/2002

01:32 AM

Logfile from Mosiah.

 

The Flying Mug

  A few shades too bright for the lighting to ever be called quite dim, the interior of the Flying Mug reveals upon closer inspection the marks of a much-frequented bar. Although the tables all match and the chairs are of a set, one or seven chairs have a wobbly leg, a few tabletops have big gashes across them, and each surface has an intricate pattern of turn-old mug rings. A well stocked, well polished and well maintained bar stretches across the expanse of the wall, facing the series of shuttered windows looking out on the courtyard. The bar stools are better maintained than the chairs, with low backs. And they spin, too! An intricate 'mural' covers the ceiling and there's a 'note' on the wall.

High in the rafters are twenty-seven firelizards.

You see Hinei and Bartender Lem here.

Talyquin, Mathis, Seraphina, Hynolonie, Alain, Luca, and Maudia are here.

Obvious exits:

Dining Hall     Great Hall

You stand in the rather rambunctious Flying Mug.

 

Busy bustle of the 'Mug calls Maudia; she slips in, cheeks rosy from the warm evening air and the bright sunset outside. She flicks her fingers through her hair, untangling beach given waves, before settling down at a nearby seat. Wide-eye'd, she gazes about at the gathered crowd, lips parted slightly in amaze before the bartender Lem comes and asks her what she'd like. " Er - a drink?" she replies, before sending off weak smiles in several stranger's directions.

 

Alain steps into the room with his usual unassuming gait and is almost immediately called by two girls...at different tables...ah...tough decisions...and he's hardly been away from the mortuary fifteen minutes.  Really, they should give him klah before they spring all this on him.  The little hiss of pain from Mathis draws his eyes to glance that way for the fraction of a second and he shakes his head a little, almost mournfully, really, before turning and striding resolutely to the bar...to that stool, and flopping on is.  "Seraphina," he greets the girl, "Chance I could get some of that brandy-fruit stuff...you know the...uh...the stuff that Andron used to keep in the green square bottles?"  A little wave is offered to Hynolonie and Talyquin--something between a 'hi I didn't hear you' and a 'hi I'll talk to you later.'

 

Luca blinks as the mug is once again full of people. Oh, and look, that interesting Mathis character is back. Sliding into a booth that is tucked into the corner, he positions himself so he's leaning against the wall, feet pulled near him. He may not be in the midst of things, but he'll get a good view from here.

 

Mosiah comes into the mug, backwards and stumbling. It is quite the entrance for the tall and gangly healer, who seems to be without a knot or any sense of coordination at the moment -and shoes. Not even a pair of thong sandals grace his feet. But, you people are lucky, at least he is clothed. "No, really... just for a little bit. Completely unplanned, but... I'll be seeing you?" These words are to whoever is on the other side of the door. A breath and the young man is wheeling about, long braid of dark hair settling at his back.

 

"I /told/ you so," Seraphina says in singsong voice over to Mathis, tossing a laughing smile as the boy burns his hand, seemingly no sympathy there whatsoever. Although, after a moment, she does wave over one of the bartender's assistants to give him a bit of ice. You see? She's actually a nice girl, I promise. Still whistling to herself, she finds an empty space and hops back over the bar, skirts swirling and all to land nimbly on the other side, facing Alain as he sits down. "Why, hellooo there, stranger. I haven't seen you in positively ages!" Seraphina says effusively, though her eyes tell a different story as she apparently didn't miss the two different calls.. and the two seperate ignorances. One inquiring eyebrow is up, but she'll move on in topics for now. "Hrrrm. Well. I supppose I could drag up a bit of that." Leaning down underenath the counter, she scrounges. And scrounges s'more. "Ah, hah! And here it is..." And so she pours it triumphantly into a glass for him and places it in front of him. "Tell me if this is the stuff," Seraphina says. "It's been awhile since somebody asked about those.."

 

A contest has been started. Talyquin must win over Alain first. "Alain.... please help meeee!" she whines and makes a puppy dog face. "This midwivery stuff makes no sense!" is complained again. Oh take that rude one. Evil. Oh there was someone else whom might be able to help her. It was Moe back from the cold Reaches. Perhaps he was frostbitten again? Ok talyquin might have been getting on the edge of annoying but hey, when she wanted something, she got it. No not spoiled...just pampered. Giggle.

 

Hynolonie smiles and waves back at Mathis again, tilting her head to the side and looking somewhat puzzled as he grins and says he has lost it.  "Errr..  Lost what, Mathis?"  She wrinkles her nose and stares, encouragingly of course, at him for a moment, hoping he wasn't referring to some sort of mental state.  She watches Maudia, Mosiah and Luca enter next, and smiles just a bit, not really in greeting but in prospect of spying on people she hasn't seen before.  Lonie leans back in her chair, pulls out a spare piece of hide and begins to write notes in some sort of short hand.  She pulls a bit of jerky from her bag and contents herself with the atmosphere... before suddenly having a somewhat evil idea.  "Oi, Seraphina?" It wasn't a beckoning call, but a conversational tone.  "You haven't seen my brother, Yatyl, down here recently?  I hate bothering him at his office, and wondered if you knew when he came out and about.  Perhaps I could meet him around here then?"

 

Alain reaches for the glass and is about to take a sip--or smell the stuff--when the clatter from the doorway calls his attention and one hand immediately goes up to wave to the...um...Alain falters before anything actually comes -out- of his mouth and he blinks at Mosiah.  "Mo?  You okay?" he slips to his feet, setting the glass down on the counter and motioning to Seraphina that he'll be right back, and strides toward his fellow Aerrin-mentee.  "You look like you've been tied up and tortured by an over-sized tunnelsnake." he gives the young man a good once-over with his eyes.  "In a completely figurative sense, of course." he adds, doing a -very- admirable job of pretending not to hear Talyquin.  It's not her fault, really...he's just...um...well...occupied...with his comrade in...menteeship.  Or something to that effect.  "Buy you a drink?" he adds in an undertone to Mosiah.

 

Maudia sits behind her drink, fingers laced edging about it as she sniffs. " Doesn't smell too bad - " admits she, voice trailing off before she nods to the 'tender. " Thanks." She notices the rather stumbling arrival of the Journeyman, Mosiah, 'brows raised in a little bit of amusement, " Hey, who're you talking to?" Slowly she notices the others in the 'Mug, and offers a small smile to each of them, such as the stand off-ish Luca, the contesting Talyquin, the flirty Seraphina, and anyone else who could have eyes and lips to possibly offer eye contact or a smile to the poor bewildered girl. 

 

Mathis blinks blankly.  "Lost?  Oh...er,...I must've forgot.  Probably something totally unimportant.  (Like my mind...)" he mutters to himself.  Yeah.  He's lost it alright.  "Anyhow, I found my inkstick."  It is suddenly clear to him that that bit of evidence just might not be relevant at the moment to, well, anything, so he changes the subject.  "Come in for a drink?  Try the klah.  Deliciously /scalding/, as ever."

 

Mosiah is most certainly not frostbitten, but if you look close enough, the normally fastidious healer seems to have a little bit of dirt under his fingernails. Trust him, it isn't there because he wants it to be. He takes one step forward, only to come to a sudden halt, one hand reaching out as if to steady himself on Alain's shoulder. "Hrm? Me? Big blue Reachian tunnelsnakes with wings, my good man." He blinks owlishly at the unfamiliar Maudia, offering her a slow smile, "Just my... what was that, Alain? A drink? Now?... If you are buying, something big, fruity and alcoholic, if you will?"

 

Talyquin goes home.

 

Luca isn't too stand off-ish as he returns anyone's smile that reaches him. Some days just aren't talky ones, you know. Running one hand through his hair, he tilts his head back against the wall and lets the sounds wash over him a moment. Before the boy falls asleep in his booth, he straightens up and decides to move closer to where all the people are, waiting for a moment to catch Ser's attention. He could use a drink right about now.

 

Alain steps forward, ready to catch the taller healer if necessary, and positioning himself so that Mosiah can use him as a walking stick.  "Right, something big, fruity and alcoholic for my...Faranth, Mosiah, what happened to your shoes?"  The Mug may be a nice, clean place as far as pubs go, but walking around barefoot isn't encouraged at the Healer hall no matter what.  The boy all but drags Mo toward the bar, retrieving his own stool and ushering Mo toward an adjacent one.  "I mean, I've -heard- of dragons randomly kidnapping people, but it's never happened to me...and I thought it was usually when there was a clutch on the sands...and High Reaches doesn't have a clutch, right?"  Alain the mouth.

 

Maudia notices the first hint of greeting from a Harper 'prentice, Hynolonie. " Hullo," says she, slowly waddling table-wards, trying not to make /too/ big of fool of herself. " Er, come around here much? I'm Maudia, by the way." She reaches out a slender fingered, slightly clammy hand for handshake before settling herself and her drink somewhere beside them. " I think this is klah ... " her voice trails off as she attempts to break into Mathis' conversation, and takes a sip. " Yup, definitely klah." Ain't she the talker. She notices she gets somewhat of a response from Mosiah -- which is definitely better than nothing -- and breaks out in a flustered grin, " I'm Maudia." As she said before. She notices that yet another smile is returned, from Luca, even though he seems to be trying to get Seraphina's attention. Lastly, eyes fall down at Mosiah's feet with Alain's words. " Shoes tend to be good," she offers, hopefully helpfully.

 

Seraphina has disconnected.

 

Hynolonie grins a bit at Mathis.  "OH, a drink, some munchies and a good lot of people to spy on."  That's what Lonie always came in for.  She loves to watch all the hold inhabitants running around the mug doing their strangest while they were here.  Ofcourse, that meant some people tend to try and get people to believe she was rude and course, but Lonie just keeps her mouth closed during that.  She grins as Mosiah stumbles in and makes note that, catching the cause of his problem and Alain's immediate help.  She could get more information from him later.  A smile is sent Luca's way when he walks into eyesight.  He seemed nice enough, if not a little sleepy.   Lonie blinked as she directly addressed and reached a hand over the pile of hides spread across the table infront of her and her lap.  "Well met, Maudia.  I'm Lonie.  I come here when I'm at the hold and free from classes."  She grins.  It was sketchy.   She couldn't say how often she was around. 

 

"They didn't have big enough sandals at the Weyr for my feet, and seeing as I used to go barefoot all the time down here," Mosiah shrugs, the misfitting tunic draped over his shoulders rising and falling with the movement. Well, barefoot when out of the Hall at least. "I'm a fardling dragon magnet just about everywhere but on the sands. On the beach, in this here courtyard.. and even in my own infirmary. They come, they claim, and... well, at least I wasn't drunk this time." After releasing Alain once his equalibrium is reached, he plops into whatever available seat, bobbing his head to Maudia, "Moe... Just Moe."

 

Sheve walks in from the great hall.

 

Mathis chokes a little on his klah at the mention of a High Reaches kidnapping, and slaps his hand to his forehead.  Oh no, not another one!  He wonders how many other riders have taken his (unfortunate) companion Kin's lead, and just how many ways to roast a dragonrider... Er, probably none--even if you happened to be pals with the dragon.  Mathis shrugs and rejoins reality.  "You know you can always spy on me, Lonie," he grins.  He's not quite sure what that last comment meant, but it sounded enough like a line to him and anyway he was pulled back into reality too quickly.  (Like a brain freeze?)

 

Luca manages to get a 'tender to bring him some klah. Ah, but that does hit the spot. Once a few sips of the liquid seep through his body, he glances back to Maudia with a warmer smile. His ears perk as Mosiah speaks and he studies the man with the eyes of a Weaver. "You know," he calls softly though he hopes it is heard by the man. "I could make some sandals for you if you'd like. Or I could find I weaver to as well. You wouldn't even have to owe me," he adds as the full sight of the man is taken in. Shrugging slightly, he downs more of his klah and wonders if that speech did any good.

 

Sheve slides so quietly into the Mug that one might very well assume she's not looking to gain any attention to her person.  Careful steps guide her through the patchy crowd and off toward the bar, where she hikes up her willowy form onto a tall barstool.

 

Alain nods and pushes his own drink toward the man, motioning for another to be poured for himself.  "So what did they do once they got you up there, stuff you full of food and send you back...or...?" he trails off, looking a bit bemused and quite obviously without a clue as to why any dragon would want a person aside from Searching purposes.  A little half grin--something a little closer to a grimace--is offered briefly in Maudia's direction for her brief expositions, but his attention remains firmly fixed on Mosiah, even when his drink arrives.

 

Maudia tucks her long legs 'neath her, sipping the klah whose steam gently tickles her face, almost hiding behind it once more, before she forces herself to put it down. Luca, once again, is smile at, and she offeres a chair near her, " Hey, come sit down." She nods at the guy called Moe, slapping her own awkwardly large feet in understanding, " Yea, I have trouble finding sandals my size. Usually, I just make 'em myself. It's not too hard, just get some leather 'n stuff. Oh, you're an apprentice?" she asks Lonie, glancing down at knot on shoulder. " The newcomer, Sheve, is noticed and grinned at, before she settles in to listening to the brief hit on comment between Mathis and Lonie, smile quirked across her face.

 

"Well, instead of being drug over to High Reaches, this time I ended up in Ista. Shells, at least I didn't end up in South Boll or Southern or some other forsaken Podunk place," Moe mutters under his breath. He quirks a glance over to the weaver, "The dragons ate my thong sandals or lost them in the mud or threw them into the ocean or are now using them as eyeridge covers." Mosiah can come up with all kinds of different uses for his sandals, besides being attached to his feet. As his drink arrives, he flashes Alain a weary grin before taking a long drink of the contents. "Oh, but that is enough of me... how has the Hall here been fairing? I plan on looking in before I finally find a ride back to 'Reaches."

 

Hynolonie raises an eyebrow and waggles a single eyebrow at Mathis.  "really?  can I?  I only take notes on the truth though, so  You'd have to actually spill the legumes on your true character before I could get some good juice spying done."  She grins and winks at him before looking about the room once more.  "Sr. Apprentice actually."  She grins a little, somewhat proud of her title.  "And you?  What do you do?"

 

Noticed!  Augh.  Sheve grunts something unintelligible in Maudia's direction and hunches her over-tall body up toward the bar, head bowing slightly.  Apparently she really didn't care to be 'noticed', or acknowledged, or anything of the like -- and yet at the same time, she was half-hoping someone would.

 

A wall of stablehand-muscle strides in. Indeed, Synte, scowl on face, strolls in. "I... hate Ista sometimes," he comments mildly, gruffly, peeling a sweat-soaked leather jerkin away from his skin for the barest of moments before letting it fall back. "Bah. Lem! Get me.. something cold and strong." And, with that, he plops down on a barstool and scowls remotely.

 

Luca hears Maudia saying something and turns his eyes in her direction. Oh, a chair for him? He makes his way over, dipping his head in a welcoming nod. "Well, thanks," he murmurs gratefully as he slides onto the chair, klah present in his hands. A searching look is given to Moe. That's a story he never though he'd hear. Chuckling at Synte's entrances, he calls to him, "It gets better."

 

Alain can't keep the little grin off his lips at Moe's muttering and quirks a brow, replying with a touch of sarcasm (the good-natured kind, for once), "Oh, Faranth forbid you end up in South Boll or Southern..."  Ahem.  But he's litterally mid-sip when Mosiah makes the comment of dragons eating his thong--of course, Alain doesn't hear the sandals part...he's too busy spitting his drink across half the bar.  "Shardin--" he leans across the bar to find a towel and begins mopping himself and the bar off.  "Oh, we're fi-ine." he replies, voice cracking on the last word and a little color tainting his cheeks for that.  "Master Aerrin's relinquished me to some of the other masters...I'm looking at my Journeymanship...hopefully within the next turn."  He pauses, eyeing Moe and murmuring, "But I don't think you were asking after me.  In general everything's been going well.  Minor outbreak in the Gar infirmary--some burns from a fire that broke out there a couple of days ago.  But it's as routine as you could expect the hall to be."  He finishes mopping up the fruit brandy and takes a sip, managing to actually -swallow- finally.

 

Mathis laughs gaily and makes a sweeping, ridiculous bow.  "Madam, my legumes are yours.  Ask me what you will.  I was getting a little bored anyway."  He winks at Hynolonie with a devious grin.  "And under the scrupulous eye of my senior, I could not tell a lie."  Of course, the harper's fingers are crossed behind his back as he bows again.

 

Hunched over at the bar, Sheve grunts when a stool near to her is invaded by Synte's bulk -- something which nearly drives her to chair-hop... almost.  "Don't you fling sweat on me," she grumbles to the newcomer, her amber eyes flicking to examine him briefly, then minding their own business lest he not do the same.

 

" I'm a, well -- you could call me a -- you're a senior apprentice?" Unfortunately, Maudia is one of those people who have not found their calling and tend to shy away from such things as callings. " Neat. Lots of people at the hall?" Indeed, Sheve is noticed. And offered a seat, if she would like one. Nose wrinkles at Synte, with the smellingness and the sweatiness from the work. " Your welcome," she offers, warmly to Luca. " You're a Weaver?" The talkative Alain is watched in awe. How can one keep up so many conversations at once and still have time to become a Journeyman? " Legumes?"

 

Mosiah quirks a wry grin over at Alain and the spitting the young man is doing. "You okay there, Alain? Drink go down the wrong pipe?" And somehow his grin turns ever more wry. Journeyman shakes his head from side to side, causing his long braid of hair to slip over his shoulder. "Sure, I'm always interested in what you are up too.... Oh, you wouldn't believe who I came across at Ista. Serafa, with a candidate knot on her shoulder. What is this world coming to?" A breath and he downs the rest of his drink with a throbbing throat. "Another," he orders. After the past couple of days he has had, he needs the fuzziness of alcohol.

 

Hynolonie raises another eyebrow at Mathis and almost looks shocked for a moment.  Scary things, those legumes.  "Well.. well.. well then."  Lonie grins happily now and applies stylus to her hide and starts working silently.  She does perk up for conversations.  "OH Sure.  Lots.  I live at Smith Craft hall though, most of the time anyway."  She nods and seems to be sketching rather than just taking notes.  Perhaps she's doodling and writing.  It was hard to say because no one else was allowed to see her notes save herself and whoever she taught to read them.

 

A scathing glare is sent Luca-ways. What reason? Who the shells knows, when it's Ista's Most Unknown Stablehand? Synte snarls into his cup for a moment - for Lem (ever the symathetic soul to poor Synte's plight in life) settles down a tall, chilling-cold bottle of sorts. "Lemos ale." One eyebrow pops upwards. "Good stuff." The stablehand downs a gulp in one long swallow, before his head shifts and he glares openly at Sheve. "I'm not going to fling sweat on /anyone/." He straightens, and tugs off his jerkin - which is dripping, of course - and plops it down on the stool next to him. "Oqui--could you run and fetch my vest, dearling?" Silver-tongued stablehand turns on the charm, and the female drudge darts off to Psyra's quarters to fetch the garment. "Bah. I hate Ista," he reiterates with a mournful tone to deep voice. "I really hate Ista."

 

Luca nods briefly to Maudia. "I try to be, though sometimes it's hard to make a dress when I feel like roaming around outside. But I deal with it," he explains with a shrug, curious at what she does but to soft spoken to outright ask. Running a hand over his face, he toys with a tattered notebook that lays unopened in his lap. He doesn't miss the glare by a long shot, and only looks steadily at Synte and sips some more klah. One blink is directed towards the stablehand before he focuses on others. He'll just stay quiet for the moment.

 

Alain nods to the 'tender and waves another over for each of them, though he's not even through his second yet.  "I'm sure the life of a Senior Apprentice is just -fascinating- to you...so new and exciting." and there's that dry sarcasm which Alain is so adored for.  "Serafa?  Yeah, I'd heard somewhere that she'd been stolen off again.  Didn't she stand for one of their other hatchings?  Maybe she'll make it this time." he murmurs the last bit mostly to himself, peering down at his glass and tracing a finger around the rim as the next set of drinks arrives.  "So," he sits up, taking a deep breath, "how have things been up at the 'Reaches?  Are you working under Elehu?"

 

Sheve ignores the invitation to take a seat with the others, unsociable little thing that she is, and returns Synte's open glare with one of her own -- bright eyes glittering.  "Good, because then I won't have to whoop your sorry behind," comes a rather daring, and in all likelihood, hollow threat.  "What is that smell??"

 

Marchlind walks in from the great hall.

 

Caisen treads lightly in from the great hall.

Mathis frowns at his ignored imaginary vegetables, and searches the faces in the bar for one gullible enough to fall for one of his tricks.  His glance falls on the dark characters on the other side of the room, and he chuckles goodhumoredly.  "Look at them.  Looks like a regular brawl is imminent."  The young opportunist rubs his large hands together.  "Always wanted to get in on one of those.  Having a good time, are you?" he calls cheerfully over to Sheve and Synte.

 

Mosiah shakes his head from side to side, "Elehu isn't up there any more. She transferred out for some indeterminate amount of time. So, it is mostly Kariel and I up there right now, with a couple of apprentices. And Reaches is... good, I suppose." Even if blue dragons from candimates of the past come into your infirmary and steal you away to play in the mud, then leave you for dead. He takes another long pull from his newly refilled mug. 

 

Maudia fingers the rim of cup, spying the notebook on Luca's lap; " Well, if I need any clothes, I'll be sure to ask you to make 'em. I like to make stuff like that myself, but I doubt I'm good enough, or disciplined enough, to become a Weaver. I just moved away from my cothold only a couple months ago, and all. You like to roam, too?" Seems she has something in common with this Weaver guy. " The Smith Hall? Lots of burly looking guys there?" Shows how much she's been out. The insane drunken madness of Moe and Mathis is noted, and she attempts to stay back at them with her safe cup o' klah with it's non-alcoholicness.

 

Caisen thanks Lem as she get her drink. She turns to March. "So now that the waits over do you feel more or less nervious about your hasty decision." She offers a teasing grin. "Do you want anything?" good time to ask, but she could concentrate.

 

Synte gives out a low snarl. "Good luck, little sweetling," he challenges Sheve with the ease of one who knows what he's talking about. "Two of you couldn't take me on." Just ask Psyra. Or Jaryn. "Of course, you're free to try." The ex-Bitran scowls darkly, and chugs another long pull at his ale. "Lem, don't you have anything stronger?" he half-complains, half-yells over the typical din of the barroom. The barkeep shakes his head lightly, and plops down a typical bottle of scotch in front of the 'hand, who sighs and wrangles a shotglass over. "Oh, shut up," he mutters in response to Mathis, "Go to /between/ and stay there." He's /definitely/ not in a good mood.

 

Alain props his chin up on the palm of his hand, sipping lightly at the drink and taking time to appreciate the taste...just the way he was taught.  Ahem.  "Really?  I hadn't realised she'd transferred.  I was supposed to go up and work under her for a while...but it never really worked out.  Stuff kept...coming up." he shrugs lightly, fighting a little grin back from his face for a moment until it fades without a trace.  "Rumors have it I might be assigned to Ista Weyr to help out with the candidates up there until after the hatching--double clutch to a bunch of candidates, you know." he murmurs, really just making conversation--likely to offer some pretense to Moe so he doesn't look like a Healer sitting at the bar getting drunk--even if that's really what he's in the mood for.

 

A slight nod and Marchlind orders a juice. "I feel...good about the choice. I have a feeling we're going to have a lot of fun. It will be rewarding. Considering where we both started...I'd say this is one step in the right direction. Doing what we want with our lives and doing something we enjoy, for once." She grins and holds up her juice for a toast.

 

Hynolonie raises an eyebrow.  "You know apprentices aren't allowed to fight, right?  We, Harpers, are suppose to put a peaceful end to fights before they happen."  Now that that has been said, she smiles mischeviously.  "what do men see in fighting anyway?"  her stylus continues to move up and down the hide, scratching out faces and partial portraits, notes fill the margins and eyes are retraced once the drawing is done.  She blinks up and watches a few faces as she writes, before looking over to Mathis.  "What is it about the possibility of seeing blood spilled that makes men gather and gawk?"  She grins merrily before looking over at Maudia again.  "Err. well, I suppose?"  Lonie glances over at Alain once more, thinking he'd know better, before looking at Maudia.  "I don't see the older ones.. and physically speaking, they have to be near their 20's in some cases before all the work they do turns into a muscle building activity."  The smiths she knew were still wirey young men. 

 

Caisen grins and raises her glass as well. "To a life of our own, away from the tyrany of our mothers." Give her credit, she did hold a straight face for a few seconds before bursting into laughter.

 

Luca glances up at Maudia with a quick smile. "Sure, I'd be glad to help you. I'm actually supposed to do more commissions to get promoted and all that." Though by the looks of it, he's in no rush. Another flicker of his eyes to Maudia as he pauses in surprise, but recovers so that unless she were really watching, she wouldn't have noticed. "Um.. yeah, actually. I've been wandering Ista for the past few months just trying to get the restlessness out. You /can't/ be a Weaver when your mind won't even stay on the work," he chuckles, cupping the klah on his hands. Yup, he likes his inhibitions good and steady.

 

Talyquin walks in from the great hall.

 

Mosiah is not drunk, at least not yet. He may be big, but he is a very slim big, and it still takes more than one drink to get him looped. He leans towards Alain as he speaks, making it easer for the young man to hear him. "Oh, I did that for a Search once at Ista Weyr. Never left the caverns once I got there. That was in my 'fear of the past recurring' stage, but my mindhealer helped me get through it." Another long sordid story best left unsaid. Moe and the mindhealer. "Too bad you couldn't come up though. It would have been nice having an apprentice up there that I at least know somewhat. Shells, we've seen each others scars."

 

Caisen grins as Taly walks in. "Hi Taly!" She motions her over to the bar. "Guess what we did today." Nice a subtle, isn't it.

 

Mathis raises a toast with his mug and an impudent grin to Synte, calling, "You, too, man!  Cheers."  The boisterous youth takes a gulp from his now tepid klah and manages to swallow it with a sour face.  "Oh, I don't know," Mathis replies to Hynolonie, "maybe it's the same thing that makes women beguile men with their beauty, rope them into commitment, drain all their money, and then drop them like too-small fish... Really, it's like asking where the socks go..."

 

Alain chuckles and nods, "Well...something to that effect anyway."  He -does- manage to resist the urge to lean toward Mosiah as well, and instead finishes off his first glass, pausing to let the liquid go down slowly before reaching for the second glass.  "I had a greenrider telling me the other day that High Reaches is thoroughly riddled with interesting winter hobbies.  Guess she probably would have liked to give a couple of examples but...well, I'm not really into..." he fades of for a moment, filling the hesitation by taking a sip, and then finishing, "...dragonriders."  He shrugs lightly, something of a mischevious grin lighting his face for a fraction of a second before fading off.  "So, is it true, then?" he finally asks, promptly burying his nose in his glass for another sip.

 

Talyquin frowns and looks at Caisen. " Got runover by a runner?" Her mood had diminished since she had headed off for that class a while ago. Those were never good, execially now that she handt understood that part about midwivery. Ugg. Then she eyes Caisen's new knot. "Oh hearder eh? You will like them." She says only half in honesty. It seems the mug had gotten quite bustly since she had left. Go figure another party without her. Oh well, they /deserved/ to have fun when she was studying. Oh this apprentice had something evil on her mind.

 

her head tilts and Lindy eyes Talyquin oddly. "What's wrong? You don't look like you've had such a great day." She shoots 'Sen a look.

 

Maudia heards a snippet from another conversation, specifically the 'work under her' part, and blushes, looking down at her drink. " I know what you mean, I'd much rather travel around on the beaches than do work half the time. All the sailors come around with their boxes o' fishes, asking me to haul 'em about, and I can barely lift them, mind you ... " she pauses, unused to talking so much in one bit of time. " Someone told me their were a lot of burly men at Smithhalls. I can't recall who, though, but it made sense with all the metal lifting and such things." She ignores conversations of being searched and the like, since she most certainly has no contact with weyrs and 'riders.

 

Caisen almost frowns, but not quite. "You're looking at the /two/ newest Herders on Pern." She flashes a grin, then decides to take taly's mood into consideration. "What happened this time?" She tried to sound serious.

 

Krallon walks in from the great hall.

 

Caisen grins as another face appears, hopefully this ones in a good mood. "Hi Krallon. What have you been up to?" She had to do the pleasentries. "My plan worked by the way." Ok if she kept thi smile much longer, she'd burst a blood vessal.

 

Marchlind waves Krallon over. "All those eggs and I didn't impresson one flit. Can you believe my luck?" She frowns at him. "Keep me in mind for an egg if one passes by you?" Hopes he's not overwhelmed by everyone talking at him at once.

 

Hynolonie caught that scars line from Mosiah while she was pondering Alain and the smiths and raises an eyebrow.  Ofcourse, that goes down as a note on her page as she smirks a little bit.  Her attention is then brought back to Mathis rather quickly.  "Well...  Beguiling as my gender maybe, we're not all like that..."  She was trying to make some sort of point, but the example was good and fitting for her question.  "but that does make sense."  She grins, leaving the stockings completely out of the discussion.  That wasn't a gender issue, that was one of the great mysteries of the universe that was akin to the question of what happened before the great crossing.  She smiles at Maudia.  "Yes.  Well, you're right, I suppose.  The metal smithers are burly of sorts.  but there are also glass crafters, jewelry makers, woodcrafters, and those that specialize in just the technical drawings.  A lot of them are burly..."  Lonie simply had never thought about it before.

 

Luca realizes with a start he hasn't been listening to any conversations around him as he notices more people entering. Focusing again on Maudia, his drink, and the ever closed notebook, he flashes her a grin. "Really?" he inquires with an almost disbelieving tilt of his head. "I was beginning to worry that I was all alone in my wanting to be on the beach and in the halls, not at work. The sailors tried to make you work?" Poor girl. He doesn't think he'd go near the water after that. Shrugging slightly, "I don't know about Smith guys," is murmured. He doesn't even know if that was to him, but he was already rambling.

 

Synte continues to scowl, randomly, finishing off his ale and snatching a clean shotglass. Finally, as it appears his vest is not forthcoming, the barechested stablehand wanders around the 'Mug with scotchbottle in one hand, shotglass in the other, attempting to find a spot that's near a glow - to study the scroll his has tucked under one arm.

 

Talyquin frowns and hadnt seen teh other one. "Who do you think?" She growls. The same journywoman whom always was bugging her. "Sharding Kylianna,thats who!" She complains without realizing Moe was still in the room. Once his face appears in her vision she is pretty much sure, she will never hear the end of it. "Err, i mean, well she is just so mean sometimes!" There that might help. Uhh huh, journymen like to talk. That is not a good thing, expecially when they know eachother well. talyquin colapses by Caisen and glares around the room. No happy healer face tonight. Nope, too upset. Frown.

 

Maudia notices, with fear, the growling, half-drunken Synte wandering about and sort of hides behind an assortment of cookies. Not that she's afraid of any such people. " Oh, I doubt you're alone at that," she laughs, softly, " Unless all Weavers are workaholics. I think it's good to go out and travel and enjoy life, not just sit around working all the time. Makes people too grouchy. Never really thought about it before? I dunno, if a guy comes up to me who weighs three times my weight ... I notice." Some would call her a chicken, but she's not really. At least she tries not to be.

 

Krallon is indeed in a good mood.  As always it would seem.  "Your plan worked eh?"  He chuckles at 'Sen as he ambles over to the group gathered.  "Allow me to extend my best wishes to the new Apprentice then," he rumbles with a charming smile.   He flits his gaze toward Marchlind with a nod.  "I'll keep my eyes and ears open with you in mind," he informs.  Those whom he hasn't yet met are given a friendly nod and smile of greeting as he procures a chair from somewhere and settles down on it.

 

Mosiah chuckles softly, "Well, I don't have anything against some of the riders, just their dragons tend to be..." Okay, we'll just skip that topic all together. "Oh yeah, Reaches definitely has its way to keep warm. There are all kinds of ways to bundle up over there." He takes another long drink, casting Alain a sideways glance. Nope, didn't hear a word of a certain other healer apprentice, and it is a very good thing he didn't too, Taly.

 

Caisen sighs at Taly. "Well, you can still get drunk to celebrate with us." She tones down her smile a little. "Unless you're afraid of being late to class again." then looks at Krallon. "Thanks, and best wishes to /us/." She grins at him. She wasn't going to leave the us out.

Lhana glitters in from the great hall.

 

Mathis agrees with Hynolonie, uttering only a short "Right."  The way his arms open in a pleased shrug suggests the very message "'S all I'm saying.  Defense rests."  Thus satisfied, the youth returns to his drink.  He gets air from an empty glass (as well he could get none else) and orders a fellis juice.

 

Alain nods lightly to Mosiah, the mere tip of his head, really, and murmurs, "'Course, it never actually gets -cold- down here...we just have to find ways to alleviate the boredom...or something like that." he ammends straight-faced, raising his glass in a mock toast before taking a somewhat larger gulp from it, face starting to look a bit flushed even from the glass and a half of alcohol.  "So...how's your love life?" he asks ubruptly, expression remaining that perfect calm he's been teaching himself to perfect, eyes steadily on Moe's.  Mwahaha--ahem.

 

Marchlind giggles at 'Sen and smiles at Taly. "Yeah. The only way to..." she leans in and whispers "to really get to this lady is to pretend her attitude doesn't make you mad. You'll kill her with kindness, so to speak. So lets party like nothing is wrong. That should lighten your mood."

 

Hynolonie shrugs.  "well, nearly everyone is bigger than me."  She grins, looking down at her small frame.  "So, I don't notice anymore."  The problem was that Lonie almost always had her nose in a book, was hiding down in the harper area, or only working with the younger apprentices that still needed to be quizzed on basic songs.  She looked over at Mathis.  Her expression was dull.  "I'm not one of those women."  She nodded with a tiny smile.  "Aside from a few strange glances and one rather odd night, I haven't ensnared, trapped, drained.. or left for dead any men."  She nods and shrugs.  "Its just something I don't like?"

 

Krallon is quick to apologize for his over look at Caisen's correction.  "Quite right," he appears embarassed for a moment, "sorry about that."  He lifts a hand and signals a drudge's attention.  "I suppose I'll have a drink to wish you well," he mentions as the drudge moves off to speak briefly with Lem.

 

Luca covers a yawn and finishes the last of his klah. Gathering his notebook together, he tucks it under his arm and stands. "I'm glad I'm not the only one..." Oh wait, he never learned her name? Laughing as he shakes his head, he murmurs, "I'm Luca by the way. I don't believe I ever introduced myself."

 

Shirtless, brawny Synte continues to ramble about the 'Mug, scotch firmly planked in one hand, fingers curled about a shotglass in the other. "No good seats," he mutters. Half-drunken, the young man staggers sideways, before righting himself and shifting. "Hon'st'ly," the ex-Bitran explains to the shotglass, "...the 'Mug needs more glows. It's too.. dim."

 

Maudia 'raises a brow, suddenly jutting into Moe's conversation with others, " Aren't all the people from 'Reaches a little sex crazed? I heard that's their main way of keeping warm." Meanwhile she misses his 'knot altogether, but that's alright -- tact is a useless thing. Klah cup now empty, she raises her hand to the 'tender, and gets something a little more warming in the non-warming sense, that is, alcoholic to drink.She tips some of the rum-colored drink back, placing it on the table. " I notice, being taller than most. Oh, I'm Maudia. Of Seacliffs, it's a small cothold not too far away. If you've heard of it. I just decided to take a trip over to Ista for a few days."

 

Mathis chuckles.  "Alright, so I will concede that I have never indulged in a bloody brawl--not one.  I don't even intend to.  That fellow over there--he thinks I'm a pipsqueak anyway.  I just love bothering Bitrans."

 

Caisen grins at Krallon. "That's very kind of you." The amusement in her voice was plain, though whether it's from March's comment or Krallon's.

 

A fresh basket of glows rests to Krallon's right side.  After hearing the drunken complaining of Synte he lifts the basket toward the man.  "You can take these to what ever table you can find," he offers with a slight shrug of his shoulders.  Only decent glows in the joint...  Take 'em or leave 'em. 

 

Lhana saunters into the Mug, dressed in her tight, lovely pink riding leathers.  Just here for a drink, apparently, rather than the beaches.  Her jacket has been removed, however, and her pants rolled up as far as they'll reasonably go, leaving her in her shiny pink bikini top and rolled up pink leather pants that end just below her knee.  She takes a look about the room, and, spotting a familiar face, strides over to Mosiah.  "Moe!" she says, brightly.  "Buy me a drink?"  Please?

 

Mosiah is well on his way from tipsy to drunk, and it takes but his third mug of that striking fruity concoction to make it -that and a hectic couple of days. And so, when Alain asks about Moe's love life, this healer babbles right into it, "Love? Oh, don't even get me started there, my good man. Some of the women in that weyr can certainly throw a guy for a loop." Especially the candimates. "I try and try and try... and what do I get for it? I get... Lhana!" Errr, something like that. The healer notices the riders entrance with owlish eyes and a boyish grin. He leans ever closer to Alain, voice dropping low, "She is one of 'em. Will turn you round and round and round with but a look." And as she actually approaches, he blinks even closer at her, "A drink? If I do, will you take me home?"

 

Green eyes loom over the ranking healers in the room before she shakes her head no. "Would you want a drunken healer trying to help you if you were injured?" Is the fact simply put. Afterall that is why they were not allowed to drink in the first place. There was no time for such nonesense. As the drunken man stumbles around Taly just points and nods. "See that could be your healer when you are badly injured, that is if drinking wasn't restricted." Oh yeah she was a good healer mmhmm, forget that earlier comment about Kyli. Apparently Moe handt hurd. That was a great thing.

 

Luca nods to Maudia. "I've heard of it. I didn't listen around Ista for nothing," he smiles, standing and ready to dodge anything that comes his way. One never knows. "Well met, Maudia. Take care, and enjoy your night." He eyes the door and figures the quickest way out.

 

Synte rumbles out, "You don't want to bother /me/, boy." Mismatched eyes turn, the furor of his wrath slamming into that gaze for only a milisecond. "Bloody nimwit," he mutters to himself. "Ahh, you see, a gentleman. Everyone: ye should learn from this one." Synte shifts his gaze. "Lem, buy this young man a drink. On me." He snatches up the basket of glows, shuffles over to a packed table - and promptly scootches out a much larger seacrafter -- but the older man just laughs and relinquishes his seat. "Thanks, Barqu," Synte flashes a grin up at the large man. "I owe you." Glows are half-uncovered, and scroll is rolled out.

 

Marchlind looks around at all the people and sips her juice, not quite sure how it go so loud so quickly.

 

Caisen sighs at Taly. "Can't have any fun can you?" True she didn't drink but she was allowed to. "At least be happy for us, you can be annoyed any time." She grins, she was going to shake her out of this mood if it killed her. Or if Taly did for that matter.

 

Hynolonie blinks at Maudia with a shocked face and grins merrily.. trying to keep herself from laughing out loud.  She'd let Mosiah answer that one if he wished.  She stares at her hides like they were all involving, and definately not something that would make her laugh.  She blinks up at Talyquin and raised an eyebrow.  She didn't want to say it, but the girl was going on about something she didn't know a thing about.  She obviously didn't pay attention in her basics class.  She bit her tongue for the time being, beginning to see why the healer had such an issue with authority.  "Mathis, if you keep talking about the gentleman like that, you're going to end up causing a brawl."  she nodded for a moment and smiled sweetly at Synte, wondering if she should try to say anything to get Synte to dismiss Mathis and not get up in arms to him.

 

Alain places a hand firmly on Mosiah's arm as he turns to follow the Journeyman's glance to the door, and the flicker of a frown graces his lips for a moment.  "If you'll pardon my butting in, rider," he addresses Lhana rather formally, "he's...had a long couple of days I think, and I'm sure the Hall would appreciate it if he were allowed to remain for a couple of days until he's had a chance to get his feet back under him."  Not to mention getting some shoes back on his feet.  He offers Lhana a somewhat tense, though exactingly polite nod, "But if you'd like a drink I'd be glad to offer you one."  Judging by his tone of voice, he's rather convinced that Mosiah shouldn't do any more buying -or- drinking tonight, and the hand still firmly gripping the Journeyman's arm is further proof of Alain's sentiment.

 

Maudia sends a little flicker of fingers in Luca's direction, smile dressing up her features; " Yeah, it was nice meeting you, too," she sends her good-byes to him, then tips back some more of her drink. Mind you, it's not that alcoholic. She notices the scary, smelly, drunkenish man -- Synte -- has found a seat not by her, and she breaths a sigh of relief. Her face goes a little flushed from her drink, and from the worry, as she whispers towards Lonie, " There isn't going to be a fight, is there?" The 'rider entering is offered a small smile.

 

Krallon is forever a gentleman.  At least he makes every bit of an attempt to be one.  A nod of thanks is given Synte. Give up a basket of glows that don't belong to you and earn a drink... He likes this idea really well.  "I'm afraid it's about time I get back out to m'tent," he announces to Caisen as she seems to be the only one really interested in him any way.

 

Fihall slips quietly in from the great hall.

 

Luca ahs and sees now blows being thrown yet. He takes the chance to scurry out, tossing a wave back at anyone who had been paying attention to him.

Luca walks in, looking around for a familiar face. through a door into the great hall.

 

Marchlind waves to Krallon. "See you later. Thanks for your help today." She grins and smiles at him.

 

Caisen tries to frown a Krallon, it almost worked. "So soon?" she sighs dramaticly. "If you must you must I suppose. I'll talk to you later then."

 

Krallon has disconnected.

 

Fihall scoots in, looking rather bedraggled and mud-smattered and branch bled and, you get the picture. Well, he's just about to order a very large mug of ale when he spots... Reachian riders? "I thought I just /left/ Reaches..." The messenger audibly whines before catching sight of Lhana. "Lhan? Lhana llama! You! I haven't seen you in ages!" He pads on over.

 

Talyquin  just nods at Caisen's remark. "You dont know the troubles that woman causes. I truly believe she loves to torment me, i never hear any of teh other appies complaining." Oh no that would make her feal almost normal again. Kyli was giving Taly a reason to torment appys when or if she became a jman. Oh there was a thought. Oh evil talyquin was blooming. Fear! "Caisen could you perhaps get me a mug of klah?" Oh yes Caisen could be her slave. Taly needs a whip. Polite grin at Caisen.

 

Lhana places a hand on Moe's drunken shoulder, her smile still carefully in place despite a low, growing irritation.  "What are you saying about me, sweetling?" she asks, her voice sugary-sweet.  She'll just overlook whatever comments she thinks she might have overheard.  At his proposal, she just nods, smile still fixed onto her face.  "Of course, dear."  She turns her gaze to Alain, quirking an eyebrow.  "Oh?" she says, annoyance sounding only in a suffocated sort of way.  She laughs slightly, pushing a lustrous lock of hair back over her bare shoulder.  "Oh, I'm sure he'll be all right once he can get back home to the 'Reaches.  Won't you, Moe?"  See?  He's fine.  And she can therefore take advantage of his drunkenness all she wants, riiight?  Of course she can.  At Fihall's calling, she turns, curious, and then... "Fihall!  Shells, but it's been a long time." 

 

Synte scowls about him. Darkly. He's not /that/ smelly.. honestly. Just perfume de runnere. The young man scans down the scroll, glances up, and lets loose the most improbably statement of the Pass: "I think the steward did it." And, with that, he returns to his reading.

 

The jovial young man offers a friendly grin to Synte.  And there you have it.  Mathis is a bloody nimwit.  "Oh, don't worry about that, Lonie.  I'm just a bloody nimwit, you see."  He laughs infectiously.  "I like him.  If I didn't have to get back to the dorms soon, I would buy drinks.  With what money I'm sure I don't know, but that would solve itself in time.  Lhana!" he joins in the chorus of admirers, flitting from one subject to the other as easily as a firelizard.  "Oh, too bad I can't stay for another kidnapping, but I've got to go you see and since you probably aren't listening anyhow, I'll take my leave, goodbye Hynolonie and give my regards to the female race!"  The run of words goes on so long and so rapidly that the apprentice is gone before anyone can reply.  (That is to say, in his usual fashion.)

 

But of course High Reaches is full of sex-crazed people. Why else do you think Moe transferred there? Okay, maybe that wasn't the only reason -possibly because the dragons there are so fond of him too. But, according to the senior apprentice at his side, he isn't going anywhere? Moe blinks at Alain and the handling, before grinning softly, "I suppose that's best. Considering the fact that I haven't a mark on me to pay for a drink anyway..." Whatever mark fractions he did have on him are in the muddy set of clothes claimed by a pair of dragons. Here is to hoping Alain is paying for his drinks tonight. And then he is being touched by Lhana and... and... this is nearly too much for his alcohol-muddled brain. Will they begin a tug-of-war over his body? "Really, I'm fine."

 

Mathis goes home.

 

Caisen grins at Taly and waves at Lem to place the order. When it comes she smiles thanks and plops it in front of Taly, keeping a hand on it. "You can have it if you /promise/ to cheer up a little." She thinks a minute. "And promise not to try to hit me on the head with it this time." She had no wish to dodge flying mugs tonight. No pun intended

 

Marchlind holds a hand over her mouth and giggles at 'Sen. She's in too good of a mood to be pulled down into the doldrums.

 

Fihall grins and snags Lhana in a hug before she can escape. "What have you been up too? I haven't seen the old gang in a long time, seems like jsut yesterday we were planning elaborate pranks." He grins sidelong, finally managing to rassle some ale as he takes a seat near the rider. "So, how's weyrling training going? How's Wyn? Sii'kin? Fyria?" Ah, old chums.

 

Hynolonie raises an eyebrow back at Maudia.  "IT depends on Mathis, you see.  He seems to think that poking at him and his pride is a good thing to do while he's drunk."  That ofcourse was for Mathis to hear too, since he was sitting nearby and could likely hear it anyway.  "Good bye, Mathis.  Have a nice night.  Do brush up on your love poetry.  I'd like to see you do it sometime with a straight face."  Her eyes trail off to the healer sr apprentice, healer journeyman and the greenrider now, smiling with some interest as she takes a new sheet of hide out to do a new bit of spying. 

 

Talyquin frowns and watches the fellow healer becoming drunk. Oh no that does not help her prove her point at all. No moe why did you do that, now she is going to look stupid to Caisen. Bad Evil Moe. A grin does come to her faice. How did Caisen do that, she always managed to chear this healer right up. Mind healer potential, lemme tell you.  "Oh with you here i think i can promise anything." A beaming smile pops out even though Taly does not want it to. A glance goes over to March, and once Taly is sure the girl is too busy she returns to Caisen. "So uh, what was the interview like. Did they make you ride a runner?" Giggle. Oh that was a mental picture. Caisen falling off a runner. Laugh.

 

Alain's eyebrow, just the left one, comes up very slowly, the rest of his face remaining impassive, but his hand tightening a bit more on the Journeyman's arm.  "Again, I beg your pardon rider, but as a healer I feel that I really must insist that Journeyman Mosiah remain at Ista Hold at -least- overnight.  Aside from being--" he breaks off to glance at Moe whose...libations have induced at the very least apparent visual blurredness, "--slightly incapacitated, there is also some Healer business which I'm certain our mentor would appreciate him clearing up."  Superior look?  Not even the hint of one.  But Alain's eyes are...less than friendly, and bordering on a very mild case of 'omae o korosu.'

 

Marchlind walks out.

 

Caisen laughs. "Nope, just questions, which I don't remember." She lets go of the mug. "I must not have answered too badly since they gave me this." She points to her knot.

 

Lhana turns sharply at the sound of yet /another/ person calling her name...but he's gone, so of course she doesn't see him.  Shrugging it off carelessly, she turns back around to the Subject at Hand (pun intended): Mosiah.  Overlooking the subject of marks or no marks, she moves right on to, "You see?  He's perfectly - "  But then she's suddenly being snagged into a hug, and so the sentence is left unfinished.  My, but this Mug can be hectic.  "Yeah," she says, smiling fondly.  "Seems like just yesterday...and yet so long ago."  Here's where she gets nice and philosophical.  Skeeery.  "Oh, we're graduated, actually.  All of us.  And I was given this."  She points to her Tsunami badge.  That's right.  This greenrider's gone Tsunami.  Alain's superiority is met only by haughty contempt from Lhana, the Queen of all Egotists.  "He only needs to sleep it off," she says, foolishly deciding to argue with someone who obviously knows more about this than she does.  "Which he can best do at home, where he'll know where he is when he wakes up."  She speaks from experience: several of her friends ride with Inferno now.  "And I agree, he /has/ had a very rough past view days.  Which is why he really ought to be away from the stress of his home hall," she says, walking back over to place a protective arm around Moe's shoulders. 

 

Maudia feels a little bit of a buzz from said alcoholic drinks, bleary eyes staring vacantly as she notices she's without another conversation partner once more. Durn. Why that nice ol' Luca have to leave? But, still. She has Lonie. She cackles a witchy-like thing at Lonies comment, before getting up herself to go to the dorms and sleep. " I have to head out early tomorrow," she appologises, exiting towards the door, " Nice meeting you, though."

 

Marchlind yawns slighlty, and leans back in her chair, sipping her juice, looking around.

 

Caisen grins a March. "So do you remember anything about your interview yet?" she didn't now and probably wouldn't.

 

Marchlind grins. "Yeah. I remember I was so sharding stupid, I thought she'd reject me." She snickers and smirks at 'Sen over the rim of her mug.

Mosiah is not on duty, and so is allowed to imbibe a little bit of alcohol during his off hours. And he is on a sabbatical, or something like that. Hand reaches for to claim his mug, downing the very last of the contents of the drink.  "Ohhh, you've got yourself quite a few admirers, Lhana-darling. Just leave me in Alain's very able hands and I'm sure everything will turn up just fine. Just fine." And so, he moves to stand, hardly wobbling at all though. 

 

Hynolonie smiles and waves to Maudia as she departs.  How the girl can sleep with that much klah in her was beyond Lonie's comprehension, but was left unsaid.  "Good night Maudia.  Have a nice day tomorrow, ok?"  She smiles and looks over at Alain, Mosiah and Lhana, and smiles cheerfully, beginning to shove hides into her bag.  "I can help you take Journeyman Mosiah to the Healer Hall, when you're ready, Alain.  It won't be a big deal."  She nods and smiles sweetly.  From the way Mosiah was standing now, he didn't look like he needed it anyway.

 

Maudia foots it through a door into the great hall.

 

Fihall takes a rather generous swig of his ale as he surveys the hubub that is The Mug. A hand reaches up to give his firey bangs a brief ruffle from his features and he props the mud ridden botos on the chair nearest, and manages only to get a few patrons nice and rural with a few spots of dust and dirt and shoe greese. Yes, he's a thoughtful one. "Oh? Really?" Fihall is understandably nervous about this Tsunami development.

 

Caisen grins. "Yeah, I think it was the first time in my life that I managed to stammer." She grins teasingly. "It's your fault you know... Getting me all nervious and such." She chuckles softly. "I did manage not to trip or anything, so that was a plus.

 

a hug oes out to caisen. "Congradulations, i just hope you remain happy with them." talyquin had heard some horror stories about that place as well.  "Take no notice of that healer over there. You see he is offduty, and a ranker therefor he is allowed to be drunk at times. I am still an apprentice. I should never get drunk. That would be a bad thing!" A frown goes over in Moe's direction. I thought they taught you in basics not to be a bad image for the healers. Oh well it was probably too long ago for him to remember anyways. Talyquin has a nice little plot to help her with the Journywoman problem, oh just wait for tomorrow! A long sip of her klah causes a much needed energy boost in taly. "Ahh, much better thanks for getting it for me Cais. Mind if i call you Cais? It just feals better." is said in a matter 'o' factly tone.

 

Alain shifts to his feet very nearly in unison with Mosiah--okay, so maybe more as an afterthought to keep the man from falling forward flat on his face...  "Hey--careful there...like a wherry with one leg--" he mutters under his breath, slipping his own arm around Mosiah's waist and blinking as his shoulder bumps Lhana's hand.  He peers at her fingers for a moment, then at her face, raising the other eyebrow with a 'well, are you going to let him go?' expression.  "I don't think he'd make it back to the 'Reaches tonight." he murmurs, not quite so authoritatively, but with a touch of--gasp!--compassion in his voice?  So maybe it was just the brandy.  "You're not going to throw up on me, are you?" he asks of Mosiah, tone flatline.

 

Synte walks through a door into the great hall.

 

Caisen shrugs at Taly. "Fine by me, but you'll have to let me get used to it before expecting an answer." She takes a sip of her drink. "And I'm sure I'll be just fine. March and I get to Stay in Ista, so we can keep eachother sane." Well, that is as sane as possible.

 

Marchlind grins. "She's lying. I drive her nuts. I think my excitement is contagious. She gtes nervous just looking at me being nervous."

gets, not gtes

 

Lhana relinquishes Mosiah, then.  "I suppose not," she says, her tone distasteful.  Turning around, she slides into a seat near Fihall without so much consideration as a goodnight.  She'll undoubtedly see him later, anyhow.  Fihall's dirt and grime are eyed with a look of similar disgust, and she sighs.  She is like the famed Dr. Evil of our time: surrounded by frickin' idiots.  Sigh.  "Yes, really," she says, not looking at Fihall for the moment.  "The Tsunamis tapped me.  I was reluctant at first, but..."  Shards, she's still not sure she likes it.  "It's a great wing, though."  The best.

 

Caisen laugh. "Well, I figure you'll be fine till you're up for a promotion. I can deal with it every once in awhile," This said in a half serious, half amused tone.

 

Mosiah doesn't throw up, he just passes out as candimates from about five turns ago could easily relate to you. "No, I... I think I'll just go with you, Alain." The taller journeyman leans against the young man, pressing his side flush against him. His other arm comes around to grip at the other healer as well. "Just lead the way. I'll follow you to wherever or whatever..." He flickers a glance to Lhana though, a soft smile. "I'll be fine. Alain has good hands." Or something like that. And the dimpled grin somehow deepens as he looks back to Alain, "You do have good hands, right?" And so, he is lead out.

 

Fihall follows her gaze to his boots and offers a small yammer of protest. "Not my fault, you should have seen the weather I had between that small cot hold to hear. Sure, it seems all nice and warm and summery, not so about four miles in that direction." He points at the offending way from whence he came while leaning against the chair and causing it to tip on end, a trick he's just now mastering. "Yeah? Well, as logn as it suits you and you're comfortable with it... still cutting hair?"

 

Marchlind plays with her new knot, lost in thought, partially.

 

Talyquin grins. "Me sane? Nah, im a healer. Why else would we like to poke and prod you?" A laugh is given at her joke. Ah lovely being in high spirits again. As the drunken healer and his band heads out taly feals more at rest. Now she can crack more jokes about the hated Journywoman. Ah this is great, no more evil ears to hear her. Wait there might be one! A gaze goes out for one pesky flitter that always seems to be watching her. Maybe tahts how the woman always knows! Sure enough there it was. No note kyli craks for now either. "So Cais, when do you start? Think you could get me a pet or two." Taly should get a farret and let it loose in Kyli's room. Oh that was going to be prank #2!

 

Alain blushes and ahems, "Only one way to the Hall," he says, nodding toward the doors, and offering Lhana the best incline of his head he can manage.  "Good hands..." he murmurs, shaking his head a little and shifting his arm around the Journeyman's waist, "...I'll show you good hands." he grumbles, grasping the arm over his own shoulders with his free hand and beginning to steer Mosiah toward the doors.  "G'night, Lonie." he calls over his shoulder.  See?  He really didn't miss her.  He stumbles a little with the taller man, then calls lightly, "I got it!" kicking the door open with one foot once it's reached and hauling Mosiah through.