Living
Cavern (#400)
Flawlessly
carved archways highlight the uniform walls that extend upwards into the
cavern's near total darkness above. The
night hearth abides beside the largest egress, while along the northern span a
handcarved staircase ascends into the kitchens. To the east a dais supports the long Weyrleaders' table; smaller
table-boards align the walls nearby.
The heart of the room is distinguished by gray flagstone flooring, whose
skillfully interlocking slabs have been worn level by the passage of countless
bootheels through the ages.
You see
Wing Assignment Board, Adonis, and Lady here.
Narene
and G'aela are here.
Obvious
exits:
Bowl Lower Caverns Tunnel Kitchen Game Room
Dozing
in her chair, Narene sleeps noiselessly, tired from last night's activities.
C'ra
walks in.
V'ria
walks in.
G'aela
apparently didn't get as active as Narene last night. Of course, this is Gaby,
so that isn't a surprise. She treks into the living cavern, straight for the
klah as she grabs herself a mug. "Any tasks today, Taire?" she calls
to her friend, hoping the question will reach her ears. As V'ria and C'ra
enter, she offers them both a grin and bow of her head in greeing. "And
hello to you both, and... Oh, she's asleep. Nevermind."
Taire
skips into the caverns. Yes, that is right... she is skipping. With each
bounce, her short-shorn hair flutters as well. Good thing her leathers are
moderately tight, otherwise it would be quite the show. At G'aela's voice, the
girl scampers right on up to the bluerider. "Tasks? Don't rightly know of
any, really?" She nabs a mug as well, "Pour me some too?"
klah...
Klah... KLAHHHHhhhhhhh.... C'ra must have klah! Grunting slihgtly with a nod in G'aela's direction, C'ra makes
straight away for the klah pots, pouring herself first one mug, drinking it,
then pouring another before turning around.
"Someone remind me why I bothered to Impress even one flit? Please?" Blue eyes look about the room, C'ra finally giving G'aela a
smile, then an eyebrow arches at Narene, before she offers a bright smile to
Taire. "Hey there, Taire!"
she says jovially and starts walking in the greenrider's direction. Then of course, V'ria... C'ra is still mad
at the brownrider for trying to interrupt her conversation with Th'nial, so she
just grunts a nod in her direction.
V'ria
stands at the entrance of the caverns and peers around slowly. C'ra is given a
brief, forced smile and a nod. The brownrider then flashes G'aela a smile and a
wave, and heads over. "Hullo, Taire," she greets the greenrider.
"Hmmm." She stops a passing drudge and murmurs something to her, and
the drudge nods and hurries off. "What a wonderfully dreary day it
is!" V'ria continues cheerfully, turning her attention back to her fellow
riders.
G'aela
blink blinks at the greenrider as she raises the klah container, pouring it in
the mug, before doing a mocking imitation of her lifemate and offering a sweep
of her arms and head. "Would you like anything else, m'lady?" she
asks with a snicker before moving away from the strange one. Another blink goes
to C'ra. "Because your life would not have been complete otherwise?
Because... you're good at being in the wrong place at the right time... or vice
versa?" A look goes back toward V'ria as she smirks. "One would think
you're in love or something, brownrider," the former trader chides before
taking a drink. "But it's good to see you are all doing well." She assumes Narene is still asleep, and if
not, player apologizes for going ahead and posing.
"Dreary?"
Taire questions to V'ria with an equally cheery voice. "Not at all. Its a
/beautiful/ day. Simply gorgeous. To die for, really." She flashes a grin
to G'aela for the klah. "Oh. I'm really sorry Sukie hasn't been over to
visit with Cal lately. I tried to insist, but she said something about him
being far to smarmy, grated on her nerves." Whatever that means. A shrug
as she sips the steaming klah, flickering fingers in a wave to V'ria. C'ra is
glanced to, that grunt directed to the brownrider blinked at most vigorously.
C'ra
actually sticks her tongue out at G'aela.
"No, I'm serious. That
little snot, who has -NEVER- been interested before, went off and found himself
a green... I think. Couldn't sharding
sleep half the night!" C'ra rolls
her eyes, then smiles at G'aela, before turning back to Taire. "You are in a wonderfully good mood
today! Though... personally... I like
warmth... and sun... and blue skies... "
C'ra shrugs and drains her second mug before pouring a third. As V'ria draws closer to Taire, C'ra just
slides closer as well, with a hint of a giggle. "Heh. Better than Drus
trying to stand on his forlegs on the ledge showing off, I suppose, Taire...
Tell Sukkie that, hmmm?" A broad
grin is given all around, before Narene is looked at again. "How long has she been here? Shouldn't someone wake her?" Blue eyes dart once more back to V'ria,a nd
C'ra gives a more civilized greeting this time... at least. "Hello, V'ria. You like the rain, or are you just trying to
sound smarmy?" Okay, perhaps NOT
quite so civil...
V'ria
raises a brow at G'aela and chuckles. "Shards, no! Now /that/," and
she shudders, "would be awful." She flashes Taire a grin. "No,
no. It's depressing. Awful. Wretched." Which explains why she's so cheery?
Not at all. C'ra is given a strained smile. "It's good to see you,
too," she mutters, expression tightening at the memory of the bluerider
talking to Th'nial. Not welcome. Not at all. Nope.
"Or
perhaps you are the one who seems in love," G'aela continues with a raised
eyebrow to the cheery Taire. "So, don't hold back. Who is he? What's he
like?" She raises an eyebrow before gasping. "Cal's not... /smarmy/!
He's just... easily confused." She looks quickly toward C'ra at the bluerider's
words, eyes wide with pity. "Oh, I'm so sorry for you, C'ra! That would
be... annoying..." A good-natured snicker goes to C'ra's next words.
"Your lifemate will hurt himself one day, in my opinion. In Calevath's he
wants to include him in his next 'adventure.' Says he has the makings of a
brave compatriot." Her forehead furrows as she shakes her head. "Who,
that smarmy girl over there?" G'aela asks, looking toward Narene. "I
dunno. I just got here, too." A light giggle goes to V'ria as she nods before
looking between the two bickering riders and sighing. "Can't we all just
get along?" she questions as she leans against a chair. She's silent for a
moment, tilts her head to the side, and then something reaches her head from
her lifemate. Eyes widen at Taire, as she gasps and CRASH! there goes her klah
Taire
is surrounded? Meep. That just impedes the arm movements. She doesn't mind
being close, really. She smiles to C'ra, "Oh, Dru is cute in his own
way... but Sukie simply isn't impressed with his contortions. Unless he
practiced them with her." *shrug* Well, if nobody is going to mention
Nial's name out loud, she is. "C'ra, you have been such a wonderful friend
to me... I think maybe you should be one to Nial." Her voice drops into a
not so quiet whisper, "He could sure use a talk." She blinks back to
G'aela, and here comes that sloppy grin. "Awww, nobody."
Narene
jerks awake with a yelp. The sudden movement coupled with the confusion of just
waking up causes her to lose her balance and *THUD* she falls off her chair
onto the floor.
C'ra
blinks at the dropping of G'aela's mug and looks at her in a confused
manner. Then, she turns back to Taire,
blue eyes darting around before C'ra reaches out and tries to protectively put
an arm around Taire's shoulders. The
poor girl is getting surrounded!
However... C'ra laughs and shakes her head. "Oh, I'm sure he wouldn't mind that. He's gotta train her first. And, even -I- am impressed with how well he
can pull off some of those contortions while he's flying... " There is a pause as C'ra blinks at Narene
then winces. "Shards, girl. Don't go falling asleep in the living
caverns like that!" she comments witha half smiel before turning back to
the rest of the group. "Now leave
the poor girl alone, G'aela. If she
doesn't want to announce it, she won't."
Narene
groans painfully and climbs to her feet, wincing. "Well, it's not /my/
fault..." she mutters as she signals for a drudge. "Bring me some
klah and clean up this mess, please?" she asks, indicating the spilled
klah and remains of the mug. (OOC: It did break, right? I find it hard to
believe it wouldn't...)
V'ria
frowns at G'aela, then wipes away the expression. "Don't worry," she
says sweetly, shooting C'ra an undecipherable look, "I've already planned
on having a talk with Th'nial, myself..." She trails off with a sweet
smile, then suddenly blinks at the fallen mug. "Errr, you dropped your
klah," she says, stating the rather obvious. Suddenly, the drudge she had
talked to before hurries up and hands over a wine bottle and a goblet. V'ria
smiles happily as she takes it, and hurries to pour herself a glass of the red
liquid.
G'aela
grins toward Taire's denial, not pushing because... well, she's not one to do
that. Instead she chuckles, shaking her head. But that was before the mug was
dropped, and now she and drudges scurry around the floor, picking up the shards
and wiping up the mess. A quick look goes toward Narene. "Oh... my
apologizes... for waking you..." Her still-stuttering mouth replies to
C'ra then, "Well, I'm sure he'll bother Drus sometime for a tour of the
lake or what-have-you. He always has something planned, like searching for
treasure that doesn't really exists." Time to ignore the tart replies in
her cerebral area before nodding. "And of course, C'ra." She looks quickly toward V'ria, wondering
exactly what /she/ did before sighing. "What happened with 'Nial? Oh... I
suppose it's none of my business."
Taire
blinks after Narene, and then blinks again. "That'll hurt in the
morning." Gave flickers away and back to C'ra, her grin growing at the
draped arm, "No, really though, C'ra. You much talk to Nial. He needs a
friend. I made him awfully mad last night. I've got his clothes, you could like
them them up to him and have a talk maybe?" And then she glances back to
V'ria, "Really? I'm afraid he rushed out so fast last night, he clean
forgot them." She dimples a grin to G'aela, just to do it.
Accepting
a mug of klah from one of the drudges, she sips it and wonders over to another
table, not knowing any of the others well enough to participate in the
conversation. 'Oh, it's no problem," she says to the rider who had awoken
her. "I should have been waking up then anyway..." She pulls out
another chair and sits down, staring into her klah drowsily as she tries to
wake up completely.
C'ra
blinks at Taire and starts laughing.
"Oh, Shards, clean forgot his clothes? Oh my!" C'ra shakes
her head, despite the growing blush at the thought. "All right... all right, you've talked me into it! I'll go talk to Nial, as soon as he'll let
me!" That said, C'ra raises a brow
at Narene... wait, weren't the drudges suppose to clean up stuff like
that? NOT riders? Okay... that's a bit confusing right now...
so C'ra moves to look back at G'aela.
"Oh, I think Drustanth would love to do that, G'aela. You tell your lifemate that any time he
wants to head out with Drus, he just needs to ask, hmmm?" A frown is then given to V'ria sideways,
since C'ra doesn't want to really look completely at the woman. "Oh?
Planning on making matters worse with the poor boy, V'ria? Or just planning on seducing him while he's
worried about Riaeth going proddy?"
A slight sniff, and C'ra stands there, keeping her arm around
Taire. "Either way is downright
cruel if you ask me. The man needs a
friend right now, not to be seduced..."
Not that Nial would probably mind it... but it's just not the way C'ra's
mind works.
V'ria
frowns irritably at C'ra. "Shells, no. I'm not planning on seducing
him!" Not yet, at any rate. "I won't have to. Nidheith will fly
Riaeth." Arrogant confidence oozes from every word, and she takes a sip of
her wine, a small smile creeping across her expression at the taste. Suddenly
remembering where she is, she frowns again, this time at Taire. "He left
without... his clothes? What the shards happened?" she demanded, whirling
to face the greenrider. Th'nial without his clothes, and she misses it? Not
fair!
G'aela
quirks an eyebrow as she pours herself another mug, muttering something
sounding like, "Greenriders have all the luck" as she sighs and slips
into a seat. A soft smile goes toward Narene. "I should be less clumsy
next time. G'aela's the name, and I'm Calevath's. Do you know these other
riders?" She smiles and nods at C'ra. "Calevath is quite excited
right now... I'm sure he will sometime," she completes before her eyes go
wide. "That's not nice, V'ria, to take advantage of a proddy greenrider,
even if said greenrider does attempt to do more than a fair bout of seducing on
his own!" At V'ria's defense, she quiets again, recognizing her place in
the converssation.
Taire
rests her head back on C'ra's shoulder, speaking clearly and almost
conversationally, "It was truly horrible, C'ra. And I thought that /I/ was
going to cry, 'cause of the stuff Nial said... But then Fyne came, and then
they nearly got into a big fight. But Fyne was /so/ nice and Nial left looking
absolutely wretched. He needs a friend now. I'd talk to him, but I don't think
Nial ever wants to see me again." She flickers a glance to V'ria,
"Seduce him? That might help." And they are all game to try, it
seems.
Narene
smiles. "Well met, G'aela. I'm Narene, and no, I haven't met the others
yet..." She warms her hands on the steam rising from her hot klah.
C'ra
nods towards Narene, "C'ra, Drustanth's..." THen she blinnks and
starts blushing at G'aela... "I dont' know. Depends on what you want to call luck... I don't think N'cion was
all that lucky..." she murmurs, blushing even more. Perhaps she should just make more trips
South... avoid flights all together.... but then, V'ria speaks up, and C'ra
frowns even more. "You sound so
confident for something that is completely beyond your control, V'ria. It is Riaeth's choice, and she'll make the
-RIGHT- decision!" Drustanth...
Drustanth ADORES Riaeth... but C'ra isn't about to say that. Then, quickly, her attention is turned back
to Taire as she speaks... V'ria being ignored.
"Oh dear... And hush, dear.
If you want me to talk to Nial, don't go giving V'ria ideas that will
hurt my efforts to talk to the man."
C'ra sighs deeply, squeezing Taire's shoulder. "I'll talk to Nial, don't you worry... and I'm sorry you had
to go through something like that, Taire.
Especially right now... don't you worry a thing," C'ra says, her
voice trailing off to a soft, comforting murmur. "I'll take care of everything and protect you both..."
Narene
nods acknowledgement to C'ra.
V'ria
flashes C'ra a smirk. "What, C'ra, are you so terrified of competition?
Because any competition would mean your loss?" She's certainly not pulling
any punches today. "You're right, Riaeth will make the right
decision." Of course, V'ria refers to Nid rather than Drus. "Just
don't be... too disappointed when Riaeth chooses." She quaffs the rest of
her wine and pours another, taking a deep swallow of that.
G'aela
sighs softly, shaking her head toward Taire. "Maybe greenriders /don't/
have all the luck" comes her mumble before she takes a drink of her klah.
"Well," she continues in Narene's direction. "This is Taire,
Sullaketh's. That there is..." C'ra takes care of the introduction.
"And the one with the tinge of brown on her shoulder is V'ria, and her
lifemate is Nidheith." Good luck keeping track of all those names, Narene.
A grimace goes to the other bluerider as she shudders. "N'i. Ew" is
her reply before she sighs. "Since it is the green's choice, maybe I
should be glad Sukie thinks Cal is 'smarmy' and that he doesn't really know
Riaeth. Maybe I won't have to worry as much about flights." She continues
after hearing V'ria's words. "So competitive... losing would be better
than winning, I think, because... that would be.. awkward..." Blush.
Cough.
Taire
flashes a glance from V'ria to C'ra and back again. Well, with these two
fighting over him and Riaeth, he should be greatly consoled at the 'loss' of
this here greenrider. "Does Nial know you two are fighting over him? If
not, you really should tell him. I think he might like it." She flickers a
smile to G'aela, "Ohhh, Sukie truly does like Cal, just not right now. And
Dru is nice too... just... not right now. She is kind of proddy at the moment.
You know, fickle." Yes, she has finally come to terms with the situation.
Thank Faranth. Maybe she won't be dissolving into sobs anymore.
C'ra
blinks outright at Taire. "I'm...
fighting over him?" she asks, looking a bit confused, before shaking
herhead. "I'll just go talk to
him, try and be a friend and all that.
I'll need to come get his clothes from you, of course," she
comments. V'ria's not here...
remember? A gaze is flicked to G'aela
and she giggles, with a blush.
"We'll deal with it when we need to deal wtih it, G'aela... I mean,
what if I -HAD- been around and Drus won N'cion's flight..." C'ra shivers.. then smiles. "And you never know, Cal might win
Sukkie's or Riaeth's... " Taire's
shoulder gets another squeeze, "You're a good girl, Taire. It's nice to see that you are worried about
Nial, too..."
Narene
inspects the bits of stone in the Weyr walls as she usually does when the
conversation confuses her. There's some black..and a bit of red...a couple
flecks of tan...is that green there?
Narene
inspects the bits of stone in the Weyr walls as she usually does when the
conversation confuses her. There's some black..and a bit of red...a couple
flecks of tan...is that green there?
C'ra
blinks outright at Taire. "I'm...
fighting over him?" she asks, looking a bit confused, before shaking
herhead. "I'll just go talk to
him, try and be a friend and all that.
I'll need to come get his clothes from you, of course," she
comments. V'ria's not here...
remember? A gaze is flicked to G'aela
and she giggles, with a blush.
"We'll deal with it when we need to deal wtih it, G'aela... I mean,
what if I -HAD- been around and Drus won N'cion's flight..." C'ra shivers.. then smiles. "And you never know, Cal might win
Sukkie's or Riaeth's... " Taire's
shoulder gets another squeeze, "You're a good girl, Taire. It's nice to see that you are worried about
Nial, too..." (repose)
V'ria
empties her goblet once again and scowls at C'ra, then pours herself yet
another cup. "Suuure, and you're telling me not to seduce him? /You'll/
probably seduce him the minute I turn my back, hypocrite..." she growls in
a low voice, then hmphs, sipping her drink.
"Oh.
She does?" G'aela gulps. "Well... I'm sure... he feels special."
Silent for a moment, she then turns to the other bluerider. "Hey, wanna go
to Southern for a sevenday, C'ra, relax on the beach?" Stay away from
rising clutchsiblings... No offense. A small grin goes toward the bluerider as she
listens to her words. "Then again, maybe we should stay for 'Nial's
flight." To aid with some pent-up soemthing or other going on within C'ra.
"And... yeah... he could... win..." Skeered shudder. Then she laughs
toward V'ria at the thought of C'ra trying to seduce someone. "You don't
know her very well, do you? No offense..." Considering tempers nowadays...
V'ria
empties her goblet once again and scowls at C'ra, then pours herself yet
another cup. "Suuure, and you're telling me not to seduce him? /You'll/
probably seduce him the minute I turn my back, hypocrite..." she growls in
a low voice, then hmphs, sipping her drink.
"Oh.
She does?" G'aela gulps. "Well... I'm sure... he feels special."
Silent for a moment, she then turns to the other bluerider. "Hey, wanna go
to Southern for a sevenday, C'ra, relax on the beach?" Stay away from
rising clutchsiblings... No offense. A small grin goes toward the bluerider as
she listens to her words. "Then again, maybe we should stay for 'Nial's
flight." To aid with some pent-up soemthing or other going on within C'ra.
"And... yeah... he could... win..." Skeered shudder. Then she laughs
toward V'ria at the thought of C'ra trying to seduce someone. "You don't
know her very well, do you? No offense..." Considering tempers
nowadays... (repose)
Taire
continues to lean up against C'ra. "You didn't see how he looked last
night, C'ra. Nial got all kinds of mad over hearing 'bout me and..." Her
gaze flickers to the side at the others. Well, if Nial heard the rumors, what's
to say that the rest haven't. "Me and Fyne being together. Very, very mad.
Hopefully you can make him better then." And she does sound so very
concerned, at that.
Blue
eyes narrow at nothing in particular, then C'ra leans over, and kisses Taire on
the forehead. "Hush now,
dear. Stand behind me. I don't want you getting hurt," she
murmurs, before turning that steely gaze to V'ria. "Me? Seduce
Nial?!" C'ra sniffs and puts her
hands on her hips in an offensive manner.
"I readily admit this fact": I am a 32 turn old virgin, who
wouldn't have the slightest clue on how to seduce someone! And I do -NOT- like your tone, V'ria! I take extreme offense to it. I demand an apology to your words, as I've
refrained from saying the nastier comments that have come to my mind about
you!"
Taire
continues to lean up against C'ra. "You didn't see how he looked last
night, C'ra. Nial got all kinds of mad over hearing 'bout me and..." Her
gaze flickers to the side at the others. Well, if Nial heard the rumors, what's
to say that the rest haven't. "Me and Fyne being together. Very, very mad.
Hopefully you can make him better then." And she does sound so very
concerned, at that. *repose*
Narene
glances over her shoulder nervously as the conversation heats up. It seems
unlikely that they would really want someone they don't even know to be
listening in...Narene sidles around the outside of the Cavern and slips out one
of the doorways. She doesn't want to eavesdrop, but is overcome with curiosity
and so, her conscience and childish mind conflicting, she sits silently out of
sight, listening carefully.
V'ria
hiccups lightly, then scowls at C'ra. "Well, believe me, I've avoided
saying the nastier comments that have come to my mind about you, too." She
takes a swallow of wine. "And there is no way on Pern that I'll
apologize...." She suddenly blinks. "You're a thirty-two year old
virgin?" she blurts, eyes wide.
G'aela
looks upon Taire with a sigh and sympathetic shake of her head as she sets her
klah mug upon the table. She looks toward C'ra, eyes wide. "Perhaps you
should sit, C'ra? And V'ria, there's no reason to harbor these sentiments
toward C'ra because of those you have toward Th'nial. And you can deny it, but
I'm just stating the truth. That truth is that we all have to work and live together.
C'ra is not going to seduce 'nial. They're friends. The green chooses her own
catcher-- Shells! It could be neither of you! And if you want to talk to
Th'nial, both of you talk to Th'nial. Just bring your unbiased words for one
another, and be open, and he will be more appreciative and honest, surely. That
will be better than hissing and throwing words that will just disturb the
running of a well-oiled weyr! And I don't care to hear my friends insulting
people! So Taire had his clothes. That is /her/ business, and for all you
sharding know, she was /washing/ them. Stop jumping into conclusions, and stop
attacking other riders!" Klah mug is quickly taken with a gulp. And that's
the loudest and most emphatic G'aela's usually-whispering voice has gotten since...
well, she Impressed to Calevath.
Taire
settles behind C'ra, smiling beatifically, almost innocently. She is currently
on her 'high' right now. Give her a couple of candlemarks, or just the right
statement and she'll be sniffling and sobbing for no reason whatsoever. So, she
stands and drinks and almost vacantly watches the others, in her own little
proddy world. G'aela's words register, "Oh, I wasn't washing them. We were
in the bath together. He was watching me." Doesn't make matters any
better, does it? "But he left 'cause I'm with Fyne, even though he said he
liked me back during graduation. Remember that, C'ra? When I tossed that drink
in your face. Fyne...." Yeah, there is that dreamy slack-jawed look.
C'ra
balls up a fist as she removes it from her hip, then stops with a cold
sniff. "It doesn't matter,
V'ria... you're too drunk to be talking sense anyway. Keep this up, and you'll be too drunk for Nid to fly Riaeth like
you claim he will." Blue eyes
slowly turn on G'aela. "G'aela,
you're my friend, but I am -NOT- going to have people going around insulting my
honor. That is the end of that. And I have refrained quite nicely, until
now, thankyouverymuch." C'ra is
-TRYING- not to go around slugging people.
Honest. With a shake of her head
and a growl in the back of her throat, "No, Drus, let it go," she
turns back to Taire and her expression softens dramatically... "Now look
at you, Taire... moon-eyed and slack jawed... Didn't you once tell me to slap
you or something like that if you ever got that way over a man?" she
comments with a large grin, before moving to stand at the side of the
greenrider. "I'm glad to see you
happy, you know."
V'ria
stiffens indignatly. "I am /not/ drunk!" she retorts hotly. Well,
maybe a bit... tipsy... and emotional... But not /that/ bad. Really! Of course,
instigating even a slightly drunk V'ria might not be the wisest course,
considering she carries around five to ten pounds of blades hidden about her
person. "And Nidheith, you shut up!" she growls angrily, taking yet
another swallow of wine.
G'aela
sighs at Taire's words, nearly facepalming. "Well, congratulations to you
for that, greenrider. And I give up. Remind me to never find a man who is a
rider, because this stuff is more trouble than it's worth. And of course not,
C'ra," she replies as she sighs and sits down, wondering if perhaps the
riders of the males aren't the ones proddy...
Taire
flashes a smile to C'ra, "It is nice to be happy, isn't it? Especially
with someone as wonderful and delightful and so swoonworthy as Fyne."
Please! Oh please! Let this proddy thing end quick. If she keeps this up,
she'll be doodling his name on the walls. She'll prolly die of mortification at
half the stuff she has been blathering on and on about as well. She glances to
V'ria, "You aren't? You sure sound like it, V'ria." A smile for
G'ae... a smile for everyone. Just keep arguing around her.
C'ra
reaches out to try and ruffles Taire's hair.
"Heh. Taire, sometimes you
are so cute when you're happy. You know
that?" she says with a wink. V'ria
is being ignored again, of course, and C'ra gives G'aela a nod. "Sorry... I"ll try to keep my
temper in check..." After all...
Taire's here! Gotta be the good example
for Taire!
V'ria
glares at Taire. "I. Am. Not. Drunk." Each word is enunciated
clearly, though... Was 'drunk' slurred a bit? Anyway, V'ria downs her wine
again to spite them all, pouring her... fourth? Or fifth? "You people
wouldn't know a *hiccup* drunk woman if she slapped you in the face." Of
course, doing so to... certain riders /is/ tempting.
G'aela
smiles back at Taire as she rocks in her seat, curving her feet around the
chair legs to help prevent her toppling to the floor. She can't help but grin
at the greenrider's cheerful 'tude. A nod goes to C'ra as she smiles.
"Thanks... And everything will work
out fine, I'm sure." After a moments pause, while eyeing V'ria's
wine, she stands, peering down at the glass. "What the... can I see your
glass real quick, V'ria? Something's..." She shakes her head. When the
brownrider sets down the glass, G'aela offers a polite nod, smile, and thank
you, as she swigs the rest in one quick gulp and tells the drudge, "No
more wine for V'ria-- her lifemate's request. Thanks."
Taire
has ruffleable hair. Its short and pixie-like. Good thing she doesn't have
those beaded braids from before, otherwise someone could have gotten hurt.
"Oh, I'm always cute." Ayep, the dimpled smile is next. A few absent
blinks are directed to V'ria, "If you say so... But don't be slapping me.
I might get ornery or something, and that wouldn't do at all." She peeps
after G'ae, head quirking to the side, smile flashing. She could just smile all
day long -or until her current 'high' ends.
"Oh,
dont' worry about V'ria, Taire... she wont' get near enough to you to try and
slap you," comments C'ra gazing over her shoulder at V'ria and
G'aela. "I'm not entirely certain
she could walk this far, anyway..."
Then C'ra is again ignoring V'ria as she turns back to Taire. "And yes, you are always cute. Heh.
No wonder why you've got guys all over you!"
G'aela
smiles back at Taire as she rocks in her seat, curving her feet around the
chair legs to help prevent her toppling to the floor. She can't help but grin
at the greenrider's cheerful 'tude. A nod goes to C'ra as she smiles.
"Thanks... And everything will work
out fine, I'm sure." After a moments pause, while eyeing V'ria's
wine, she stands, peering down at the glass. "What the... can I see your
glass real quick, V'ria? Something's..." She shakes her head. When the
brownrider sets down the glass, G'aela offers a polite nod, smile, and thank
you, as she swigs the rest in one quick gulp and tells the drudge, "No
more wine for V'ria-- her lifemate's request. Thanks." (repose)
V'ria
glares angrily at G'aela. "No more wine? Pah!" Muttering about
interfering dragons and riders, she takes a long gulp straight from the bottle.
It's only a third of the way full, but still... "I could walk from here to
Xanadu if I wanted to!" she then snaps at C'ra. "I could climb to the
top of the most dangerous, biggest mountain on Pern, too! I think I will,
too!" She's careful to watch G'aela this time, holding her bottle in the
hand farthest away from the bluerider.
G'aela
grins toward Taire, not being able to help but giggle. "Hey!" she
replies to V'ria. "Blame Nidheith, not me. Someone get that bottle from
her, before we have to bring in some big drudges to wrestle her to the
ground?" She looks back at the brownrider. "You're upsetting our
lifemate, and that's just inexcusable. But... I have to go. I'm sorry,
Nidheith."
G'aela
grins toward Taire, not being able to help but giggle. "Hey!" she
replies to V'ria. "Blame Nidheith, not me. Someone get that bottle from
her, before we have to bring in some big drudges to wrestle her to the
ground?" She looks back at the brownrider. "You're upsetting our
lifemate, and that's just inexcusable. But... I have to go. I'm sorry,
Nidheith." (repose)
Taire's
head quirks to the side as she watches V'ria. That sounds awfully exciting,
"Can I come with you? That sounds like so much fun. I'd really like to do
it. Climbing mountains and such." Again, looking most sweet and darling,
and a touch vacant. A noisy slurp from her klah. Her head shakes from side to
side at C'ra's words, "No, I don't. I mean... I did, for some silly reason
or another. But, now I don't -have guys all over me. Except for..." There
she goes again. Sappy.
C'ra
flicks her eyebrow up at Taire, glancing again over her shoulder at V'ria,
before wrinkling her nose in a smile at the greenrider. "Hey now... don't you have a picnic to
plan? If you want to go climbing
mountains... shouldn't you invite Fyne along with you? Hmmmm?" See... C'ra is protective... not jealous! Honest!
C'ra shakes her head, and tries to wrap her arm around Taire's shoulder
again, trying to divert her attention from the brownrider. "And not right now, Taire... she's
drunk. I don't trust her to be safe,
I'm sorry... wait, if for nothing else because I asked you too? Hmmmm?"
>>
Nidheith bespeaks Sullaketh with: Nidheith thinks, << My dear Lady...
would you please be so kind as to request from your rider to confiscate my
lifemate's wine? If you don't mind, and it's not too much trouble, of course,
Lovely One. >> <<
>>
I bespoke Nidheith with: Sullaketh thinks, << finds the crashing of waves
against hard, jagged, cold rocks fitting right about now. And her mindvoice
reflects this << Must I? >> An idle moment of numbing silence
<< Very well. Done. Next time, take better care of your rider. >> A
rumble, and she is back to sleep. Zzzzzzzz. >> <<
V'ria
glowers at C'ra. "I am /not/ drunk, and I am /perfectly/ safe. I can
juggle four or five knives right now, just to prove it, if you like." From
the look on her face, she's serious. Which could make things turn out rather...
dangerous. "Well? Would that be enough to prove my soberness?" she
demands angrily.
Taire's
dark eyrbrows dash to her hairline at V'ria's statement. "Really? Canni
see? I'd like to see." Obviously,
Taire isn't improving matters any. "I'll just hold your drink right there
while you do it. Okay?" She flickers a smile to C'ra, "Well, sure...
but still..." V'ria seems to terrible exciting right now.
C'ra
frowns her blue eyes at V'ria, before turning back to Taire, attempting to rest
a finger against her lips. "Now,
now, Taire... I don't trust her right now... and I don't want you getting
hurt." That alone will probably
not stop V'ria... so C'ra looks around, and tries to move Taire over further to
the side. "I'll bring you her
drink, you just stand here out of harms way, hmmm?"
>>
Nidheith bespeaks Sullaketh with: Nidheith thinks, << Agh! Err... M'lady,
could you request your rider to... please prevent my rider from juggling sharp
objects?! Please? >> <<
>>
I bespoke Nidheith with: Sullaketh is unamsed. Those sharp, pointy rocks are
now accompanied by a long drop upon a arctic shore, a very cold and dreary
arctic shore at that. << I will show you some sharp pointy objects...
Fine. Done! Now leave me be. >> *sniff* <<
V'ria
stares suspiciously at Taire for a moment, then nods. "But I'll only give
my wine to Taire!" she growls, glaring at C'ra. "So she'll have to
come and take it herself. And I am /PERFECTLY/ safe, okay?!" She glares
angrily. "I'll juggle six knives just to prove it, then!"
Narene
blinks to herself. Is V'ria really considering this? Rene'd rather not reveal
her eavesdropping, but she can't let V'ria try this. Juggling knives is
difficult and unsafe at the best of times, but V'ria is angry and quite
definitely drunk...
>>
I bespoke Nidheith with: Sullaketh is unamsed. Those sharp, pointy rocks are
now accompanied by a long drop upon a arctic shore, a very cold and dreary
arctic shore at that. << I will show you some sharp pointy objects...
Fine. Done! Now leave me be. >> *sniff* <<
Taire
would really like to see V'ria do that. She really, really, really would.
"I'll keep it good and safe for you, V'ria." And so, she moves to
take a step closer to the brownrider, leaving C'ra's rather protective
presence. "Canni see what your knives look like? Remember way back when...
when you gave me that knife once for a bit when I was a candidate. You were
like, my hero." Soulful eyes again. Beatific expression.
C'ra
watches Taire closely for a moment, then her blue eyes darken slightly and she
is again right behind the greenrider.
"Taire, dear, just take the wine and move out of the way. I"m sure V'ria is more than willing to
show you her knives when she is -DONE- juggling to prove she's
sober..." Blue eyes flash at V'ria
with a frown, as C'ra reaches out for Taire's shoulders, to steer her back
against the wall where C'ra wants her.
Narene
walks back into view, trying to appear nonchalant as if she has not been
listening to every word. She has to keep an eye on what goes on in here...if only
as a witness.
Uneven
footsteps tap lightly against the floor as a young woman enters the Living
Cavern, favoring one leg, as usual. Tanvienna glances around with large eyes,
taking in the crowd of people, all strangers.
V'ria
frowns slightly at Taire, then shrugs, and sets her bottle of wine on the table
and pushes it towards the greenrider. She then smirks, and flicks a knife from
her sleeve. Very not gracefully. In fact, she nicks her finger, but manages to
catch it. A tiny bead of blood appears, but all V'ria spares it is a
momentarily annoyed glance. "Six knives," she repeats arrogantly.
"I can juggle 'em like no one else!" Another knife is flicked from
her other sleeve, and the rider very nearly slashes her wrist open and she
half-clumsily catches it.
Narene
glances over at the new arrival to the Cavern and barely manages the slightest
of waves. She feels too nervous to manage a proper greeting, and the level of
tension in her is rising rapidly.
Narene
winces.
Nyali
blinks a few times. Last time /she/
ever falls asleep in the main cavern!! Erp.
People! Smoothing her hair down
and making sure there is /no/ drool-mark on her lips, she smiles at the others. "G'day folks. Ah...don't mind me."
Drudge is snagged, and klah ordered, before Nya finally sits back and
kicks her feet up on a nearby chair.
Taire
darts a hand out to snap up the wine, only to clutch it so very close to her
chest. At the flashes from the knives, the young woman flutters her lashes with
a flurry of blinks. "That's... That's just... /dangerous/," she
murmur, dripping with awe. She slips out of C'ra's grasp to approach very close
to the brownrider. "Can I see those?"
Tanvienna
catches sight of a wave and turns her light gaze towards the young woman who
looks to be a bit older than her. She gives a small wave and short nod in
greeting as she hesitantly makes her way over, suddenly self-conscious about
her limp, her plain wrinkled outfit...
Eyes
nearly pop out of C'ra's head in panic, as she scuffles after the
greenrider. "Now, Taire..."
she says with a hint of urgancy in her tone, "Over here... she'll show you
-AFTER- she is done..." C'ra licks
her lips, then looks at V'ria's hands.
This is -NOT- good! NO! Not good at all! Looking between brownrider and greenrider, C'ra seems indecisive,
before reaching out for Taire's shoulders again, this time trying to hold on
more tightly. "Over here, please,
Taire... please!" she says almost desperately.
Narene
glances nervously at C'ra. "What about V'ria? Don't let her get hurt either!"
She runs over closer, not even noticing as she spills her klah, and pauses
indecisively a few feet away from the obviously drunk rider. What to do, what
to do?
V'ria
hesitates, tilting her head at Taire in consideration, then nods, tossing one
of the knives in the greenrider's general direction. Lightly. The other one is
tossed even more carelessly, a little harder, and ends up stuck in the wood of
the table, quivering.
Narene
quickly reaches for the knife in the table, intending to get it away from V'ria
and Taire.
Taire
manages to remove one arm from about the wine skin, extended to take that knife
tossed to her. And it is a very good thing that C'ra grabbed her just then, or
she would have grabbed that thing blade first, and had quite a gaping slash for
her efforts. "Ohh, watch it, C'ra. That was a close one." She is
naturally meaning the fact that the knife bounced harmlessly to the floor.
"Nearly had it." She moves as if to bend over and take it, except
that she is being steered away by the bluerider. "Well, I suppose if you
say so, C'ra. I'll just stand here."
C'ra
yelps. Yes, C'ra yelps! as V'ria tosses
the knife at Taire, and she tries to clutch the greenrider close,
protectively. "Taire! That thing was coming blade first... you'd
have been hurt!" she exclaims worriedly at the greenrider as she looks at
her. Gulping, C'ra shakes her head, and
tries to hug Taire tightly. "You
need to be more careful! I've got to
protect you, remember?" she comments, before trying to help Taire over to
the wall, where it is safe, before turning around and shooting a downright
nasty glare at V'ria. How -DARE- that
woman throw a knife a poor little Taire!
Narene
grasps the knife in the table and tugs it out. When it comes free, she stumbles
back and almost trips over the one on the floor. She quickly squats down and
grabs that one, too, before backing away again.
Realizing
that is grasping the knives like weapons, Narene hastily corrects her grip on
them and switches them both into her left hand. Now what?
Nyali
eyes the knives warily...not to mention the riders. "Umm..yeah.
Right." Rising from her
chair, she smoothes down her skirt hautily and gives a half-salute to
everyone. "Excuse me, but I need
to go unpack." Wink, smile, turn
on heel. Off she goes!
The
wound on V'ria's hand is bleeding quite steadily now, and it doesn't help when
she earns herself a small gash on the back of her arm when she jerks another
knife from her boot and into the air and fails to catch it. The knife clatters
to the ground. Scowling, the rider sways just a bit. She mutters and
inelegantly draws the knife at her waist. "Scorch it all, where did I put
all my other knives...?" she ponders out loud in frustration, then shakes
her head slightly, as though to clear it. With a sudden sigh, she drops the
knife and turns and drops into a chair, holding her head and cursing.
"I'll be... okay in a minute..." The combination of alcohol and blood
loss seems to get to her, and she sighs and lays her head on the table. Movement
ceases, other than breathing. It seems she's unconscious.
Narene
runs forward, placing all the dropped knives onto the table. She looks about
and spots only C'ra and Taire. No help there...
Narene
mutters to herself, "Shards! Best place for her would be in her weyr...and
I can't get her there..." Noticing V'ria still losing blood, she yells at
some drudges to get some bandages and warm water. When they return with them,
she begins to clean and bandage the wounds.
Taire
blinks as now she is being hugged. Sure, it isn't as nice as hugs from a
certain bronzer, but still... its a very nice and protective hug. "Sure. I
could have caught it." She still apparently doesn't get that there was any
danger involved. "You're going to protect me? Awwww, C'ra, that's awfully
nice." Another flashing smile, 'til she notes V'ria's slump.
"Whatever is wrong with her?"
C'ra
starts to smile back at Taire, then blinks and looks over at V'ria. C'ra stares at the brownrider for a moment,
then blinks again. "I didn't think
she was -that- drunk... " C'ra
frowns, releasing Tiare to step lightly towards the woman... "Shard it
all, V'ria you idiot!" she complains and looks around. "Of, forget it. Just get her off to the Weyrhealer! They'll need to dw some sewing... or
whatever -they- call it."
Narene
glares at C'ra. "And just how am I supposed to get her there?" She
finishes tying the last bandage and steps back.
Taire
quirks her head to the side as she watches whoever tend to V'ria,
"Weryhealer? I'm sure she'll be perfectly all right." But the girl
does covetously eye that knife over there. And she still has the wine firmly in
her grasp. "Sewing. That'll hurt." But she has never been sewed upon
before, so it is only a guess. A pregnant pause as Taire wrestles with the
voice in her head... "Ohhh, fardles. I've got to go, C'ra."
C'ra
blinks at Narene. "What are you
glaring at -ME- for? She was the idiot
who was playing with knives!"
Looking around, C'ra sighs, and shakes her head. "Fine... just give me some help. It's not like we've got far to walk or
anything," grumbles the blue rider.
Blue eyes flick to Taire, as C'ra shakes her head. "You do? Oh..." C'ra seems to
pout for a moment, before nodding.
"Well, all right. Just...
please, be careful?"
Taire
sets down the wine as she starts for the door, a backward glance to C'ra,
"Oh, certainly. Sukie needs me, and she'll watch me and... and do talk to
Nial. He really does need someone. And you are so very nice, and I'm sure he
would..." She is still blathering on as she exits into the bowl, her voice
trailing to nothing 'til she is gone.