Waterfall Pool -- Ista Weyr
The crimson light of the evening sun shines down on the clear pool at the base of the roaring waterfall. On the black sand shore, looking out over the pool to the east, you can see small fish flitting about within the pool itself. Small ripples cascade away from where the waterfall plunges into the pool, near the plateau wall. Behind you to the east, the bay's waves crash against the black sand of the beaches. This place seems to be a favorite bathing place for firelizards, who skim up and down the sharp breezes that vortex and spin the mists high above. A shadowy niche behind the waterfall catches the eye, and path leads back to the ocean shore to the southwest.
The dry spring season relieves Ista Island of its humidity, replacing it with light, buoyant air. Today, there is a light, sprinkling rain and a good, stiff breeze cools the Weyr.
A meandering trails heads off toward the beach and steep narrows stairs are carved into the cliffside.

Tansith
        Water and sky meld in a brilliant blue, a sure blue. Shadows of velvet and cobalt darken his belly, and his wingsails and neckridges are highlighted with shimmering aquamarine as if the clear sky was permanently reflected there. He is so large and heavily muscled that he easily rivals smaller browns. His chest is wide and his cerulean hide seems to stretch over the bulging strength of his shoulders. It seems that intense azure can barely contain his marvelous bulk. Despite his immense size he is well proportioned and his movement is extraordinary. Every shifting muscle is visible beneath the endless blue. Somehow he is both graceful and awkward, moving with the free beauty of a toned form and yet dangerously unaware of his surroundings. With his stunning sapphire color and enormous bulk it seems as though the very force of the sky and the sea have merged in him. At 24 Turns, 10 months, and 17 days, he is just a bit over 30 meters long.

Tiqueth
Slight and compact, this brown dragon's body is unusual for its near-perfect proportions. Possessing none of the gangly tails or unkempt wings of some of his clutchmates, he is imbued with a certain inarguable strength, as if his potential is ill-concealed beneath the coarse muscles of his light brown hide. Lighter tones peak in slight hints of gray upon his headknobs, though he is palest along the path of his neckridges, a dusty trail of tan striping his back. A darker shade of well-brewed klah extends from his slim belly to his maw, and his slim wings unfold to a palette of earthy hues, darkening from the light tan along his spine to the deep carob of his fingerjoints. The blending and swirling of colors present a visual of desert to dusk stirring into this particular dragon's pot, an illusion mirrored around his deeply-shaded eyes. Tiqueth is approximately 30 meters in length and 20 meters to his wing shoulders, with a wingspan of 50 meters.


Jascela is seated at the edge of the pool, dangling her bare feet down into the water. She wears a very uniquely tailored swimsuit in bright turquoise which shows off her figure quiet nicely. She toys with one of her huge hoop earrings as she watches Tansith playing in the spray of the falls with a fair of Firelizards.

Sarisia leads a reluctant brown dragon up the path, shaking her head from side to side at the various noises the dragon emits. "I know you don't like 'em but they /are/ necessary." She takes off her riding jacket as she approaches the waters edge, smiling as she catches sight of the familar Ista rider. "Hey Jasc!"

Jascela looks back as she hears the complaints of the approaching dragon, and the Rider's explanations. She giggles amusedly and grins brightly, waving her other hand toward the pair. "Hey there beautiful! C'mon over and join us!"

Tiqueth gives off another groan like sound to his lifemate, his head turning towards the blue dragon. Giving off a trumpet in greeting his moves his bulk slowly towards the dragon but remains far from the waters edge. Sari shoots the dragon a narrowed eyes frown before moving over to Jascela. "What ya doin'? Taking a break from drills?" She asks with a smile as she takes off her boots, dipping her feet into the water.

Jascela smiles at the Brownrider and nods to her. "Ayup. I'm just relaxing, and Tansith is obviously having a ball over there with the falls. What brings you two back to Ista today?"

Tiqueth eyes the smaller dragon warily, any creature that enjoys water that much must certainly be un well. "Ah, visiting my ma and hoping to catch a glimpse of my pa." Sari says as she cups water with her hands and splashes it on her slightly flourly face. With a grin she announces, "Ma forced a few pies down my throat before I could get away."

Jascela giggles amusedly and nods. "Oh, you poor thing. I'm sure the pies were just awful too." She winks teasingly. "Going to stick around for a little while still?" Tansith is indeed enjoying the water, moving back and forth in it and flapping his wings in the spray!

Tiqueth warily backs away from the fun loving blue, a low bugle emitted as if in reprimand. "I'm not a fan of sweets, that's Suri's department." Sari says with a grin. "I'm afraid I can't stay longer than the day, Wingleader would have a fit." She says with a sigh before rolling up her pants. "Queth, come over here!" She says firmly, pointing a shallower part of the pool that dips off into a deep pool where the dragon can stand for washing. "How's that baby of yours? Ya still got just one, right?"

Jascela ahhs and nods. "Too bad, but at least you can stay for a while." She eyes the dragon curiously for a few moments. "He doesn't care for the water?" She laughs amusedly as she stands and follows Sari into the water, tossing her sarong safely onto shore. "Baby? Well, I don't really have any babies just now. I've got 5 kids all told, y'know...."

Tiqueth reluctantly inches his way towards the water, his tail swishing behind him as his whirling eyes move in all directions, someone's grouchy. "Nah, he's a baby when it comes to baths. Says its not 'dignified' for a dragon like him." Sari says with a roll of her eyes. "Ya got five kids?" She asks in shock. "Can ya give any to Suri?"

Jascela laughs amusedly about the sensitive dragon. "Oh, pooor boy. I've known a few other dragons who're like that." She giggles and shrugs. "None of them are exactly babies anymore, but if she'd like to foster one of 'em... Now that's a possibility."

Sarisia gives a laugh at the blueriders words. "He may be much bigger than a hatchling but he still acts it sometimes. But back to this fostering business," Her icy blue eyes are fixed on Jascela, very intent on the topic. "I just want her to have a kid around, you see how she is now?" Tiqueth raises his head at the mention of him being a 'baby'. The dragon quickens his pace, hoping the last bit of distance and landing into the pool, sending waves of water towards the two riders.

Jascela giggles and nods. "Yeah, just a big baby..." She gives Sarisia a curious look but nods. "My youngest two are seven and almost five... If she's not adamant about a /baby/ then maybe the idea might work."

Sarisia is in the middle of landing when a spray of water hits her in the face. "'/Queth!/" She says after spitting out the water, her eyes on the brown dragon before her. Tiqueth seemingly pleased by his actions spreads his wings out over the surface of the water, trailing his wing tips just along the surface before tucking his wings back. "I'd go with the five one." Sari says to the rider as she takes out a large brush from a worn looking bag. "We're only doing your head today so be grateful." She adds to her lifemate with a sigh, its always a battle.


Jascela doesn't seem to mind the splash she receives, since she's already dressed for swimming anyway. She giggles and wipes the worst of the water out of her eyes then nods to the Brownrider. "Well, maybe Suri should come visit and see if they get along or not."

Sarisia nods her head quickly as she sets to scrubbing away the dirt and blood of her lifemate. "Ah, I fancy they'll get 'long well." She says with a smile, not a grin for once. "If you know of anyone that wants to dump off their offspring send me a notice. I think Sur wants close to an army of brats."

Jascela moves over to the other side of the big dragon and starts scrubbing away at the other side of the big head. "Oh, most likely. He's a pretty good kid, and I know you and Sari are both plenty nice as well."

Sarisia stops scrubbing for a moment, peering from across Tiqueth's muzzle. "I won't have much to do with him, mind ya." She says with a smirk. "That's all Suri's department." After this announcement she sets back to work. "I think that L'ian fellow ain't gonna give her any for a while so I figured I'd try to find her some to foster."

Jascela peeks over at Sarisia and laughs, nodding. "Well, you know what I mean anyway. You both seem nice enough."

Sarisia pauses in her scrubbing for a moment, backing away from the dragon to take in her progress. "Rinse." She says and watches as the dragon dunks his head under the cool water quickly. "Mind, she wants me to breed too but it ain't gonna happen." She says with a shake of her head. "Whatever possessed ya to have so many?"

Jascela giggles amusedly. "Why's she care if YOU spawn or not?" She moves around the dragon to rejoin Sarisia and laughs. "Well, I didn't exactly /plan/ on having any of them, it just... happened, and I just couldn't bring myself to ending any of the pregnancies."

Sarisia laughs along with Jascela. "She claims it'll fill her brat quota quicker." She explains with a sigh, pushing back her hair as Tiqueth reamerges. "I see, you're a nice person." Sari says before looking at the dripping brown. "I think that's pretty good for now." She says, nodding her head in the direction of dry land. "Out with ya if ya want." Looking up at the sky she frowns. "Shards, I'd best be off. I promised my brother I'd meet him for a drink." She explains with a wry smile. "I'll try to visit again some other time, thanks for helping me with Tiqueth!"

location: Ista Weyr - Waterfall Pool mood: busy tags: jascela, sarisia

Tillek Hold, The WaveRider Tavern(#614RJM$)
You stand in a wide room, carved out of the side of the cavern. The light is slightly dim, as the room is lit mainly by glowbaskets hanging from the beams that cross the ceiling, but it only helps to create a relaxed atmosphere. The fireplace against the north wall keeps the room sufficiently warm, and the flickering glow is comforting.

A bar, the top of which is polished stone, runs along the west wall, with a line of stools standing before it. In the northwest corner of the room, behind the bar, a swinging door leads into a small kitchen. Tables of various sizes range around the room, with some on the east side of the room dedicated to various games. A dartboard there is generally in use, and people generally take their seats at a safe distance.

The only exit is through the swinging doors to the south, back into the work cavern. A small door in one corner leads into the kitchen, but this is behind the bar, and appears to be intended for employee use only.
Contents:
L'ian
WaveRider Dartboard(#10573SV$)
cribbage
Obvious exits:
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Sarisia comes through the double doors from the cavern.
Sarisia has arrived.

L'ian is standing near the back of the Waverider, in an area unusually scarce of tables. Unusual, until you see what he's doing. He's got a dart in one hand and two sticking in the dartboard in front of him. He's about to send one flying.
 
Sarisia nearly kicks the doors off their hinges as she enters the tavern, her blue eyes narrowed to slits, instantly scanning the bar. "Oi," She half yells at the bar tender, walking over to the short woman in quick steps. "Where's Jack?" She demands, shooting a dirty look to an innocent bystander who just happened to glance her way. Such a lovely girl.

Suraiya, thankfully, came in a bit after her twin's arrival and did not see her rude entrance. She pushes the door cautiously open and sticks her head in, finding the tavern she was looking for, and breathing a sigh of relief. "/Finally/ got it right," she says, pushing hair out of her face as she steps in completely with a broad grin and all. She's looking for a certain someone and, surprisingly enough, misses her twin standing right there completely. "L'ian!" She calls happily, all smiles and waves.

L'ian is just letting the dart go as his name is called and stumbles a little with the throw. Luckily it still hit the board, but barely. Another inch and it would have stuck into the wall. He turns with a smile and waves at Suri. "Hi! Did you find the place okay?" As he waits for an answer he walks over to the board to pull out the three darts stuck there. He hands the darts to the next person in line and walks over to the greenrider.

Sarisia doesn't give the woman long to answer, her anger subsiding slightly at the shocked look on her face. "Never mind then," She mutters as she gives off a sigh. "I figured he wouldn't be here." Tapping a finger on the counter she scans the rest of the room, her anger dying off but not her intentions apparently. "Give me whatever you got on hand and make it a double." She says with a smile now as she turns back to the bar tender. Grabbing her drink with a thanks she makes her way around the tavern, her keen eyes peering at everyone present. Finally she catches sight of her sister. "Hey, what are you doing here?" She asks in a much happier tone, stepping over a sleeping man who seems to have had a little too much to drink.

Suraiya tries to look tired as she droops her shoulders and shakes her head miserably. "It took me /forever/." Probably not really that long. "Can you imagine how tough it is to find the place in a strange Hold? I've never been here before." she giggles to herself, and then flips her hair over her shoulder. "But I really haven't been keeping you long, have I?" She really doesn't wait for an answer as a familiar voice catches her attention, and she snaps her head around to look at her twin with widened eyes. "What are /you/ doing here?" She retorts, more defensively than she normally would. She winces and quickly returns the smile to her face. "I mean... Sari! It's good to see you."

L'ian shakes his head with a smile. "No, I haven't been waiting long. Just long enough to play a couple rounds of darts. I'm not sure turns of being a rider has improved my aim any, at least with something so small." He turns to face the newcomer and nods a greeting to the brownrider. "Sarisia, isn't it? I don't know if you remember me, I was an assistant weyrlingmaster for your weyrling class."

Sarisia stares back at her sister, brows raised at the tone she is greeted with. "Don't sound like it, I had some business here." She says with a wary look. Being that she wasn't born yesterday she takes in the man standing with her and a wry grin creeps up on her face. "Weyrlingmaster?" She says in response to L'ian's greeting. "'Fraid not, but don't mean we can't become real good friends." And with a wink she extends her hand towards him, giving her sister a quick smile as she waits for the bronzer to shake.

Suraiya steps back towards L'ian, getting as close to him as possible, though keeping up with that big broad grin of hers as she giggles. "Glad to know that you were entertained until I got here." That is thrown over to the bronzerider even as she peeks at her sister from the corner of her eyes. Just keeping her in sights, of course. "We've been hanging out, me an' L'ian. Good friends, too." Suri says even though it wasn't really asked how she came to be there or why she was meeting with him. You know, just to make sure her sister knows.

L'ian smiles. "That's okay, Suri didn't remember me either. My name is L'ian, bronze Rojieth's rider." He takes the offered hand and shakes it before letting it go. "Why don't you join us, since you're here? I was going to show Suri the seafood of Tillek. Unless you're too busy, with what brought you here?" He turns his head to Suraiya. "You don't mind, do you?" Oblivious, isn't he?

Sarisia nods at her sisters words but keeps her eyes on L'ian all the while. "Are ya now?" She says before taking a long gulp from her mug. "Seafood? Oh, that'd be great." She states after finishing off her drink. "Ah, I'm looking for a man, his names Jack. Owes me from a game of cards." Sari explains to the bronze rider before grabbing up a dart from a nearby table. "Course she don't mind." Sari says quickly casting a sweet look to her twin. "I mean, we're twins after all, ain't we?" And after this assertion she lets the dart fly, hitting a little ways off from the middle mark.

Suraiya's smile falters just enough to be noticeable. "Right... no, I don't mind." Of course she does. She looks up to the bronzerider and then shrugs a shoulder. "I guess it'll be a loud meal." She moves towards a table as well, if a bit disappointed at the change of events. "Jack? You haven't been gambling away all your marks now, have you?" She wrinkles her nose at the thought, looking for a clean table to settle down in. "Is here alright?" She calls over to L'ian, waving a hand at the place she had chosen. Clean enough, obviously, but she doesn't really feel like moving too much further in. She takes a seat, either way.

L'ian nods at Suraiya. "Looks good to me." He walks over and sits down next to the greenrider. "I don't come here often," he directs Sarisia's way, "so unfortunately I couldn't tell you anything about this Jack fellow. The bartender couldn't help? I suppose people don't really give their names to the person who serves the drinks, do they?" He leans over and pulls some menus off an empty table next to them and passes them out.
  
Sarisia is just a little concerned by her sisters actions but she bounces back quickly enough. "Just a bit of cards, it's never hurt anyone." She states with a smile before pulling her dart from the board. "Don't look too glum, sis." She says while squinting her eyes so as to get a better look she lets the dart sail, hitting roughly around the same area as before. After this she moves over to the table which L'ian and Suri are occupying, taking up a menu. "Ah, she was useless but I'll find him soon enough." She says towards the bronzerider with a smile, taking up the menu and giving it a quick glance. "So how'd ya meet, er, re meet my sis?" She asks as she takes a seat between the pair, making herself nice and comfy.

Suraiya takes the menu with a grin. "What do you recommend?" She takes a bit of time in glancing around at the menu, peeking up every so often to see how her sister progresses in her game of darts. "I'm not glum," she calls back to her with another shrug. And then she sets the menu down to grin over at her sister. "Well, we just met in the caverns. Like everyone else does on occasion. Have you met Niena? She's a nanny there and we were talking about children." She bobs her head when her favorite, or one of her favorite, topics comes up.

L'ian opens the menu but doesn't look at the items, instead he first answers Sarisia's question. "I was talking to a nanny in the living caverns, like she said. Suri knows her to so when she came into the caverns she stopped by and joined the conversation." He turns his attention to Suri's question about the food and takes the time to look at it. "I'm in the mood for some spiderclaws, but maybe we should ask what the special is. Or what's the freshest? Though from my experience everything was caught today."

Sarisia keeps a constant watch around the tavern, her eyes darting at the double doors for any signs of her prey. Catching sight of a server she waves the man over and hands him her empty mug, with a nod of the head the man goes off to fill it. "Brats?" She says with a frown, her small nose wrinkled up as if the wee ones were prancing around her at the moment. "Yah meet cause ya were talkin' bout brats?" She reiterates, clearly she was missing something.

Suraiya bobs her head, obviously not really caring or noticing her sister's dislike to the topic. "Yes, /brats/. About having many many children. You remember my plans, right, Sari? I still say you should have a pair or two so that our own kids can grow up together. It'll be /fun/." She turns her full attention onto L'ian, grinning broadly. "Spiderclaws sounds good. But I'll just follow your example and get what you order."

C'nroy has arrived.

L'ian thinks about it a moment, while he looks at the menu. "Well, why don't we order a plate with a few things. Some spiderclaw, some packtail, maybe some clams? Then we can all share and try a little of everything." He looks from sister to sister. "Does that sound all right to you two?" He nods as she hears part of the conversation between the two. "Yes, children. No to the brat part yet." He grins. "Or at least I hope not. I was talking to Niena about children, a natural enough topic with a nanny that was holding one of her charges."

Sarisia stares at her sister with a slightly disgusted look on her face. "It ain't happenin', the last thing I want is for some brat to come out of me after months of grief." As her drink arrives she takes the drink in hand with a barely audible 'thanks'. "Ya want a squadron too?" She asks L'ian before downing the contents, ignoring the mention of food. Clearly she wasn't too hungry but awful thirsty. "Wait, ya'll want to make 'em together?" She asks, pointing a finger from Suri to L'ian, her voice slightly higher than it usually was.

The door swings open and into the busy bar step two Fortians, the Weyrlingmaster in the lead, head turned back over his shoulder. " ... really good ale, Con." He faces forward long enough to scan the tables. "C'mon, let's see what's on tap tonight," his voice carries a little to the other brownrider who comes in behind him.

The short-cut blond young man following the Fortian Weyrlingmaster has a guarded look on his face. He stops to look around a quick moment. "The last time anyone took me out for drinks, P'draig I was sick for two days afterwards." He adjusts his riding jacket, a Fortian Wingsecond's knot thereon.
Suraiya nods quickly to L'ian. "That sounds great! So long as we order enough for everyone." She makes sure to eye Sari when saying that, seeing that she's the one most likely to eat the whole plate. At least in her opinion. "And someday you're going to be old an' gray and be /really/ sad that you didn't have any children, Sari. And it wouldn't be my fault, nope. /And/ I won't share any of mine." And then she reconsiders it. "Well, if you do want to help raise one, I'll be nice..." She can't help the giggle when her sister points and tilts her head up to L'ian with a grin and a wink. "Why not? I /hope/ so, at least." Yes, she says this out loud for everyone to hear.

"Bah, just a little ale, Con. I'm not aiming to get you smashed. We're just gonna relax a little, have a good drink or two and head home. Nothing to fuss Acadia over." And he reaches out to clap the younger man on the back lightly. His steps as he moves towards the bar take him past the table of Reachian riders and he catches sight of knots, pauses to nod politely. "Fort's duties," offered casually as he passes.

L'ian nods. "Definitely enough for everyone." He raises a hand to get the attention of a waitress before getting distracted by Sarisia's comment and especially Suraiya's reaction. "Uh..um...well..." He is so lucky a waitress comes over just in time to save him some embarrassment. He gives the order and turns to Suraiya. "What would you like to drink? A Tillek wine or would you prefer an ale?" He nods to the rider who addressed them. "Reaches' duties to you as well."

C'nroy watches the older brownrider move casually forward. "This is sooo familiar." he mumbles to himself before following. He echoes the polite nod, trying to keep pace with the Weyrlingmaster lest he lose sight of him.

Sarisia catches sight of the two men as they enter, standing up a little before settling down again. Clearly the drinks are starting to get to her. Turning her attention back to her sister and L'ian she shakes her head. "You best be careful with her." Sari states, pointing again at her sister. "She's a crazed woman who only wants ya for yer baby making abilities." As she finishes her sentence she hears the words of a fellow brownrider. "Reaches duties" She says with a little slur. "Hey, ya wouldn't happen to know a man by the name of Jack would ya?" She half shouts after him, forgetting her friends.

"Reaches' duties," Suraiya tosses quickly towards P'draig with barely a quick glance. Nope, this was something that she won't be distracted by. "Babies. /Right/, L'ian?" She doesn't deny the whole baby-making abilities, especially since they both share the same goals. She shrugs her shoulders to her sister. "He's a good guy, /and/ he wants lots of children." She gives her sister a toothy grin and then decides to add. "/And/ he's a bronzerider." Suri really hit the jackpot with this one, unless she scares him off of course.

At the bar, P'draig tosses some small mark pieces onto the counter and orders two ales, then turns slightly. "Jack? No. Why, you need to get someone by that name in trouble?" he asks Sarisia with a grin and leans his elbows on the bar while he and C'nroy wait for their drinks. He casts a wink to his wingmate and observes the little tableau at the Reachians' table.
C'nroy turns to the bar, casting an eyerolling glance at P'draig as he turns to keep his eyes studiously away from filled tables.

L'ian decides he should probably be scared right about now, but pretends not to be. He orders wine to go with the meal and when the waitress leaves he shakes his head at Sarisia. "I think you underestimate your sister." Hopefully." L'ian shakes his head with a smile. "This evening is *not* going ask I expected." When Sarisia strikes up a conversation with the rider, L'ian takes the chance to create a distraction. "Would you two like to join us? There's plenty of room at our table." Please?

Sarisia is torn between questioning the unfamiliar riders and scaring off the bronzer from her sister. "She'll break yer hurt, Li." She says quickly, shooting quick glances between her table and brownriders. At P'draig's answer however she frowns. "Owes me a few marks." She replies, settling back into her chair. "Last I saw of him was round here." At L'ian's invitation to the strangers she takes a moment to cast her sister a sly grin. "Oi Sur, just don't drag the poor man to insanity like you did with the last one." Sari states, sensing L'ian's cries of help and pouncing on them, what a great sister.

Two mugs of ale hit the bar behind P'draig and he leans back to take one with a grin and a wink for the girl who provided the tankards. "C'mon Con, sounds like we've got an invite." And he pushes away from the bar and towards the table. "Oho, a debt huh? Well I'll keep my eyes peeled," and he offers his hand to Sarisia first. "P'draig, brown Jekzith's, Weyrlingmaster." A nod to C'nroy. "And that's C'nroy, brown Chameth's, Skysentry Wingsecond." Next he's pulling out a chair and dropping into it.

Suraiya sticks her lower lip out in a pout. Oh, she's definitely got reason to pout, too. "It isn't going so well for me, either," she tells L'ian. And then her sister has to go and ruin it more. "/Saari/! I would /not/ break anyone's heart!" She looks a bit panicked between the bronzerider and her twin. "Don't listen to her." And then she squeaks. Yes, squeaks. "There was never a /last/ one, either." And just nearly close to tears, she looks up to the new riders. "Suri," she says with a sniff. "Ozzy's rider. Ozriadasoth," she corrects immediately.

C'nroy lifts his tankard and takes a sip. Glad he didn't do that while walking he waits until he has swallowed, /then/ follows the Weyrlingmaster, nodding politely. He eyes the table a moment, trying to choose a seat.

L'ian smiles at Suraiya in what he hopes is a reassuring manner. "Don't worry, I think I usually judge people well and I can make my own decision about you. The wine and seafood is delivered and he pours a glass for Saraiya first, then her sister. "I see that you two have your own drinks, but feel free to have some of this if you'd like." Finally he pours himself a glass. "Nice to meet you P'draig, C'nroy. My name is L'ian, bronze Rojieth's rider."

Sarisia nods at P'draig, a sweet smile in place. "Sarisia and I'm owned by my lovely brown Tiqueth." She adds with a wink towards the quieter of the pair, C'nroy. "Oi, knock it off Sur." She says with a drawl to her sister. "Gigs up, he had to know someday what ya were playin' at." She takes another good sip from her mug before waving a hand for another. "Li, if I was you I'd run, think them senses of yours ain't working properly." She adds in a playful way, tossing her hair back. At the arrival of the drinks she happily takes up what L'ian offers, forgetting she already ordered another drink moments before. "So, what are you two fine riders doin' here?" She asks in a friendly manner, ignoring her sisters panic.
                         
Suraiya takes the glass, trying her best to smile again. Especially after L'ian's comment. "Thanks," she says to him, tilting her head up to see his reaction. She focuses more on the wine, though, before picking at some of the food that had been brought out. "Oh, shut up, Sari," she says at last when her twin begins to really try to scare off the bronzerider. "You're just jealous." She sits up a bit straighter, trying to get back into her element as she fully regards the new riders this time.

"Well met," says P'draig as further introductions are made and there's a brief look between the two riders who've been talking babies and broken hearts. "Just enjoying a little downtime. I'm introducing Con here to the Waverider since I hung here a bit as an Apprentice and growing up. From the Reaches actually."

C'nroy starts to smile a little bit watching the interaction. This is hidden by the practiced art of lifting the tankard and taking a long, drawn out sip from said vessel.

L'ian drinks from his glass of wine, more than he normally would, though there's no wonder with the conversation directed squarely at him. "How'd this conversation start anyway? Here, everyone enjoy some food." He holds the plate out for people to take some from. He's ordered enough that he also offers the Fortian riders some. He smiles at P'draig, happy for a change in converation. "You're from High Reaches? How interesting. I didn't grow up there, grew up closer to Fort actually, but ended up there on search. I haven't been to the Waverider recently, but thought I'd share some good food with some friends. It's nice to meet some new ones, as well." He nods to both riders before taking another long sip of his wine.

Sarisia is taken slightly aback at her sisters thoughts. "I ain't jealous," She says a bit defensively. "I was just playin' a bit, ya always get so touchy." And she downs whatever food item she lands on first, renewing her scan of the room for the elusive debtor. P'draig's words catch her attention once more. "Ah? Me and Suri are from Ista originally." She states as she shoots her sister a smile, hoping to win her sibling over again. "Introducing him to the tavern?" She asks, placing her eyes on the other rider. "First time in a tavern?" Catching a drink from the waiter as he walk by she slides it towards C'nroy, assuming the answers is 'yes'. "We've gotta make sure yer first time is a good one, right Li?" She asks the bronzer, winking at him as she lifts her own mug.

P'draig steals an item from the offered plate with a friendly grin. "Yep. And if you Impressed in the last ten turns or so, my mother might've been one of your weyrlingmasters." He lifts his tankard towards the Reachian group loosely. "Here's to both Weyrs, eh? And no, just first time in /this/ one," he elaborates and then laughs as Sarisia slides another drink Con's way. "Go easy on him, I didn't bring him out to get him plastered."

"This is my first time to this tavern, too," Suraiya says as she tries to get into the new conversation, smiling over her glass of wine at P'draig. "Yah, Ista, an' now we live in 'Reaches. Though we probably never met you, either." She takes a piece of spiderclaw to pop into her mouth and turns to raise a brow at L'ian. "What conversation? Babies?" She won't be dropping the subject that early into their evening. "Drink more and then maybe you can talk about it better, later." She giggles with a wave to their wine, taking a sip from her glass as an example.

C'nroy eyes the second mug sliding his way. He gives P'draig a look, but a comment draws his eyes towards L'ian, and his hand to the tray, a bit of spiderclaw his target. "Thank you." Then to Sarisia, "Actually, its just my first time to the Waverider. P'draig thought a change of scenery was in order." his attention turns to the morsel he just found himself unexpectedly invited to. He turns his cool blue eyes towards L'ian. "From closer to Fort, you say? Have you ever been to Peyton Hold, by chance?" a bite of spiderclaw into his mouth, and a bit of a smile crosses his face.

L'ian smiles at C'nroy. "Yes, I have. That's relatively close to my family's cothold, actually. Our cothold is between Fort Hold and Peyton Hold so we had reason to go there when we had a surplus." L'ian nods at Sarisia. "True, this place should be a place of fun, but being 'plastered', as P'draig so aptly put it, would make it harder to get home." Even so, he takes another long sip of his wine, especially after Suraiya's comment. His glass is emptied and he refills it from the wine bottle.

Sarisia clearly does not comprehend what 'going easy' on someone means. "Oh? She says at P'draigs comments as she motions to C'nroy that he should drink with her instead of enjoying the spiderclaw. "Li over here was ours, right?" She asks her fellow Reaches riders, her memory rather foggy. "Gah, 'nough 'bout babies!" She exclaims at her twins insistence. "Its the initial act that's worth anything. Sides, Sur, if you spawned they'd be as bad as we were. Don't think the weyr could take a couple dozen Suri and Sari copies." She smiles broadly as she catches L'ian filling his glass again. "Ah, that stuff ain't strong enough for a big man like you!" She says, sliding over her mug of whatever it is she ordered towards the bronzer. "Trust me, you'll need it." She says with a nod towards her sister.

Suraiya downs the rest of her glass when she sees L'ian reaching to fill a second, and she pushes her glass over to get a refill as well with an innocent grin. "If you get too drunk to get home, we could always just ask for a room here to spend the night. I doubt one night out from home will really be that bad." We, of course, as she hopes to get the bronzer drunk this time around. "What's wrong with a bunch of little us's 'round the Weyr?" She raises her brow to her sister, still grinning. "Nothing, that's it." She bobs her head when her sister goes to push her mug over. "Yes, she's right, you might as well drink something better than wine. I'll finish off the bottle, don't worry."
"Looking to start a family?" P'draig asks conversationally, nodding towards the two riders in question. "Got a daughter myself, just over a turn. As for getting stuck here ... sleeping on the beach isn't so bad this time of the turn."

C'nroy chuckles. "Nice to meet someone else whose been there. Peyton is...well I guess now, was...home." he pauses to drain the contents from the mug and set it down, pulling the new one in closer.

L'ian nods at C'nroy. "Nice for me as well, to meet someone who lived so near where I grew up. I don't get that a lot, having been searched for a Weyr pretty far away from them." He let's Suraiya take the wine and accepts the other drink with a nod. He sips that before answering P'draig. "It's a long story, kind of. But I've liked children a long time, have one daughter so far. She's ten now."

Sarisia is by this time a little more than tipsy. Waving her hand for yet another drink she pauses as her sister mentions the bottle of wine. Without thought she grabs up her drink, taking a good swig before passing it to C'nroy."Drink up, Sunroy!" She says merrily before moving on to the weyrlingmaster. "I sure do miss the beach, nothing like it on a warm day." She says, her sentence bringing a devilish smile to her lips as she catches L'ians eyes. "Ya don't want little Suri's running around," She says to the bronzer as she throws herself on him, giving him a nice big hug. "Trust me, love, she's just awful."

Suraiya bobs her head in reply to P'draig. "Oh, yes... Well, I guess someday I would want to. What with everything going on in 'Reaches, I've been so busy to even start. I've wanted children for a long time. Plenty of them. And yet, not /one/ yet." She repeats, in case no one really got that to begin with. Hint, nudge, hint. She starts to down the wine more quickly now, seeing that those around her are getting to drinking more heavily. "I spent a night at the beach, and that was a /really/ nice night, too. Right, L'ian?" She grins up to the bronzerider, hoping to catch his eye. When Suraiya glances to the bronzer, it's not only him but also her sister, and she nearly knocks over her glass of wine when she jumps up. "/Sari/!" She shouts with just a hint of anger... She must be getting tipsy for that.

"Kids're great, hard work , but great. Always wanted a family myself. Life's had other ideas for me though it seems." P"draig doesn't seem put out by that fact though, nodding across at L'ian. "And good luck with it if that's what you're aiming for." Sarisia's tipsy remark earns a laugh. "Not hard to hop n' skip down to it around here though." And he nibbles a little more on the spiderclaw he freed from the plate, washes it down with the ale. His shoulders drop a little at Suraiya's remark to L'ian, they shake a little, betraying his laughter.
                                      
L'ian starts to disentangle himself from Sarisia, trying not to move too abruptly because there's no telling if she'd be able to keep her balance at this rate. P'draig is given a nod as he works at it. "They are great. Thanks for the luck. If your situation changes, my luck to you as well." He turns his head to Suraiya. "Suri? You all right?" Though he's not oblivious, this time, to what has her upset. "It was a very nice trip to the beach, yes."
C'nroy occupies himself with a spiderclaw leg and his mug, leaving the others to their conversations for a moment.

Sarisia seems to ignore her sisters cry of outrage, keeping a good hold on the bronzer as she looks over at P'draig. "Ya really wanted a family? Loads of kids and all? Why?" Her questions spill out quickly, the look of utter confusion on her face as she thinks about the weyrlingmasters words. "How about you, Sunray?" She asks, her slaughtering of his name seeming to become progressively worse as time goes on. "Any kids in your future?" At L'ians fusing however she releases him from her grip. "I was just being friendly." She says with a hurt look. "Ya looked a bit lonely is all, thought ya could use the company." Taking a few steps to her original seat she sways a little, catching herself on a chair before doing any harm. "They should mop this place up from time to time." She says quickly with a laugh.

Suraiya's pout looks more genuine this time. "'Course I'm not! /Off/ him, Sari." The last is said with a bit more vehemence than she is used to. She sits back down heavily, narrowing her eyes after her drunk twin. But once she seems in the clear, the greenrider starts to try that relaxing bit again, loosening her tight hold on the glass of wine. "Yah... babies." Where were they? She tilts her head to the men in the room, keeping a few more glances than normal in L'ian's way. "You all seem to have children." She comments, almost randomly, before downing the rest of her third? forth? glass and putting it aside.

Jascela steps into the bar and pauses for a few moments to let her eyes adapt to the dimmer light inside the bar, looking around quietly.

C'nroy looks up, trying to make sure the mangled name was aimed for him before he replies to Sarisia. "I already have one. A son. Not much older'n P'draig's daughter. As for the future..." he takes a sip from the mug. "Its entirely possible I could." The lad sure does seem able to handle a spiderclaw leg.

There's a light smirk from P'draig, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Not very likely, kind of hard for two guys to make babies, but thanks L'ian. Maybe if Jekzith catches a green at the right time again, Palia might get a brother or a sister." The Weyrlingmaster licks a bit of spiderclaw spicing off his thumb. "Needs more salt ..." he murmurs under his breath, then sneaks a look over at Sarisia still amused. "Yeah, wanted a bunch, y'know three or four when I was weyrmated before. Didn't happen though."

L'ian looks at Sarisia as she stumbles. "You all right?" She might be giving him a hard time, but it's not like he wants her to take a fall. He turns his attention back to Suraiya. "Not everyone has one." Though at that point C'nroy mentions his status as father, which probably won't help his argument. "Here, have some more food. You'll need it with what we've all been drinking." He ahs in understanding at P'draig. "I can see how that would lesson your chances of children."

Sarisia lets out a slight laugh at her sisters disdain, clearly she was having a good time."I'm fine Lianny" She says playfully before following her sisters example she looks around, but her range is wider than just the table, she sets to scanning the bar, remembering why it was she came to this place to begin with. On a scan she catches sight of Jascela. "Oiiii! Jasc!" She shouts out, cupping her hands around her mouth in what she most likely seems to think is a necessary move so that the Ista rider can hear her. Pausing in her attempt to get the riders attention she looks back down at the table. "Why is everyone so interested in kids? I don't see whats so great about them. They make ya miserable for a long time while their in ya and then its worse when they're out!"

Suraiya is definitely not looking any happier, as hard as she tries. This has definitely not turned out to be the evening she hoped for. The next glass is downed again, and by then there was little left of the bottle to take from anyways. And drunk Suri is not known to be giggly and cheerful like her normal persona. Jascela's arrival only makes her remember what their conversation topic is, and her eyes narrow darkly to all the men in the room. First to C'nroy when he mentions his fatherhood, and then straight to L'ian. "I want a baby." She says, as seriously as she could, and crosses her arms. And then there's something that tickled her mind, and her gaze shifts to P'draig as well. "I don' care 'nymore, I /want/ a baby. Any offers, really, stand."

C'nroy is taking a drink of ale as P'draig provides information on why he doesn't have an entire brood. This, of course, catches the Fortian Wingsecond totally off guard and for just a moment he seems to choke on a swallow of ale. However he does force it down and set the mug down, taking a deep breath. A raspy cough follows. His efforts to clear his windpipe are only hampered by the announcement that follows from Suraiya. At least this time it wasn't while taking a drink and he recovers quickly. Once again, the quick duck behind the tankard and a look at P'draig even as his own face returns to normal color.

Jascela grins brightly as she hears Sarisia's shouted greeting. She heads toward the table of drinkers, waving a greeting. "Good evening everyone."

"When they call you Mama or Papa and hug you and say they love you ... makes it all worth it," Paddy points out before taking a swig from his mug of ale. He's barely even gotten halfway through his drink and clearly not in his cups yet at all. He slides a sidelong look C'nroy's way and reaches over to offer his wingmate a slap on the back. "Careful. Ale doesn't go down the wrong pipe well."

L'ian shrugs at Sarisia. "It doesn't make everyone miserable. They say pregnant women glow, haven't you heard that saying?" He, along with everyone else within earshot (and at that level of call out that's a long way), looks at Jascela. He nods to her and shrugs in apology at Sarisia's behavior. He opens his mouth to say something to Suraiya, but stops in mid-syllable as Suri makes her offer to the room. Now it's his turn to busy himself with his drink. He doesn't seem happy. When Jascela joins them he welcomes the distraction. "Good evening."

Sarisia begins to move towards her sister after calling over Jascela, noticing her frown. But at her firm statement she loses her balance again and actually does fall, landing flat on her face this time. "What!" She says loudly from the floor, clearly a little too drunk to get up instantly. At Jascela's arrival she turns her face upwards to reveal her red face. "What ya doin' here?" She says with a half grin half grimace on her face. "Gah, ya can keep the lovin' papa. And dragons glow too, don't mean I want to be one!" She retorts to both P'draig and L'ian with a sly grin, taking everything in a good manner. She attempts to lift herself up but simply succeeds in slipping on the spilled drinks, mostly likely her doing, and coming to land on the floor again.

Jascela smiles down at P'draig and nods her agreement. "Those are pretty special oments, yeah..." She rushes forward to help Sarisia as she stumbles. "Careful there!"

Suraiya sniffs, trying not to get tearful, though her eyes do begin to look a bit wet. "I want one to call me Mama," she says to the room. Jascela gets a misty smile, or a half-smile really. "/Jascela/ has babies," is noted to. Since no one had really answered her request, the greenrider starts to look a bit gloomier. "Am I really jus' that bad? I mean, why wouldn't no one want to help out a poor girl's cause? I just want a baby." Or two, or three, or many more. But she has to start somewhere first. She tries not to drift into the mood, poking at her empty glass. Obviously alcohol makes a really depressed Suri.

C'nroy gives another sideways look towards P'draig as he nods. "Now you tell me." he shakes his head, the pounding of the momentary coughing spell dissipating. A chagrinned look at the mug before he takes another experimental sip.

"Didn't think you'd be surprised," P'draig notes non-chalantly and quietly to C'nroy, then smiles across at Suraiya. "I'm thinking someone'll take you up on that offer at some point." He sneaks a short look L'ian's way. "Lovely as you are, I'll beg off on account of us only having just met." And his mug lifts in silent toast to the other rider then he takes a long drink from the mug.

L'ian starts to get up to help Sarisia up but Jascela gets to her first. "Need help with her? Sorry to get you involved. I guess you know Suri and Sarisia? My name is L'ian." He turns to Suraiya with a frown. "Aww, Suri, you know it's not that, don't you? You're great." He seems to relax a little at P'draig's refusal and settles back more comfortably in his chair. "I think we will need some rooms here, for the night." Rooms, though, not room.

Sarisia nods happily at Jascela as she helps her up. "M alright, just a little fall." She says with a small chuckle. But her sisters dank mood is too hard to ignore. "Sis, it ain't that, it's just that ya kinda scare people when you're so forward 'bout you wantin' a weyr full of brats. I mean, that thought scares me!" She said in what she clearly thought was a playful manner, hoping to bring her twin back to her usual self. "Rooms, already? But we ain't even played darts yet!" Scanning the now overflowing table she grins. "We can play teams, or pairs, or whatever!" The night is young afterall.

Jascela helps Sarisia back up to her feet, holding her steady. She leans over to plant a quick kiss on the Brownrider's cheek. "Careful there." She looks back over toward Suraiya. "If you /really/ want a child, I'm sure we can find you someone to help you with it..."

Suraiya is really unconcerned with her twin and her fall. Completely. Her blue eyes turn to catch P'draig's attention. Her teary face quickly changes and she smirks at him. "/I/ don't mind that we jus' met," she clarifies, just to make sure that the offer still stands. But even so, at his refusal, it still hurts. "Ya think they will jump at the opportunity," Suri says with a roll of her eyes at her sister. "It's not like 'm begging to help, either, if ya don't want to." That's sent back to the guys. And of course, Jascela is her friend, and she grins. "Really?"

C'nroy clears his throat, casting another glance at P'draig. "I think I'd better get back. I need to work on a twist or two for tomorrows drills." He tries his best to drain the mug, but there's just enough to force him to have to wait a second to finish it.

"Sarisia, I think my aim might be a little off for darts after all the ale," notes P'draig laughingly still, and not accusing her of being the drunk one. "Heya Jascela. Fort's duties to Ista," he greets the familiar bluerider casually then offers Suraiya an apologetic smile. "Got enough trouble keeping up as it is, but thanks." And he tilts his mug her way in a brief salute then slings back another mouthful of ale. "I should probably get back too. You're keeping us hopping with those drills, Con!"

L'ian smiles at Sarisia. "In our state, I'd hate to see where the darts would land. And Suri doesn't scare people." He looks a little concerned at Jascela's comment to Suraiya, and a little more at Suraiya's response to it, but he doesn't comment further. Time for another gulp of whatever drink Sarisia put in front of him earlier. He nods to C'nroy and P'draig when they both mention leaving. "It was nice meeting both of you."

Sarisia lands on a seat as soon as Jascela gets her back on her seat. "Ya better find her one quick, Jasc, or else we won't hear the end of her whining." Sari says happily, taking some now cold fish off the platter. "Sur, get over it. Poor men don't even know ya and yer already forcing yerself on them." Sari says between mouthfuls. "See? Ya already got Sinclair runnin'." She says, waving a hand towards the brownrider. "Oi, what 'bout darts? We'll be uneven if ya leave!" But at P'draigs words she seems to settle. "Well, I guess we'll be even then. But ya owe me, the both of you's!" At L'ian's words however her face falls. "Fine then, I'll just entertain meself!" And with a half hearted attempt she raises herself slightly from her chair only to sit right back down, her eyes closing slightly as her head nods.

C'nroy takes that last sip and gets to his feet. "The pleasure was ours, all of you." he manages a smile then eyes to P'draig. "It seems to be working, doesn't it?" then to Sarisia. "We'll have to meet back here again. Play before drinking." As he starts out, he takes half a step one direction, then stops, locking eyes with P'draig for a moment, he turns and walks the other direction, passing behind he down sounding Suraiya. As he passes behind her he places a hand on her shoulder, a gesture of comfort, and lets his hand drag around the back of her neck as he passes by, heading for the door.

P'draig pushes to his feet, leaving his tankard behind and a little small change. "Pleasure drinking with you all tonight. Well met again and clear skies." Fort's Weyrlingmaster tips a salute to the others and he tracks after C'nroy, head ducking as he catches that move of the other brownrider's and his shoulders are shaking again with silent laughter.

P'draig heads out into the cavern.
P'draig has left.
C'nroy heads out into the cavern.
C'nroy has left.

Even with the bluerider's offer, Suraiya can't help but look disappointed when the two riders decide to depart. "Nice meeting ya," she says with a parting wave before turning to smile up at L'ian. "I don't, right? I didn't scare those two off, did I?" Her attention is caught by her sister, and she reaches over to knock on the table in front of her. "Ya okay? Ya okay there? Don't let her near 'nything sharp." This is made sure to be directed to the most sober of them there, Jascela, and L'ian who can probably hold his alchohol better than the twins. At least that's how it appears. She shudders when a hand passes over her neck and she snaps her head around to grin broadly at C'nroy's retreating back. That definitely cheered her up some.

Jascela waves after the departing Riders, then tsks as she looks between the two siblings. "Are you two okay? You look like quite the pair tonight."

L'ian nods at Sarisia. "I have to agree with C'nroy on this one, if we play before we drink, we'll build up a thirst and enjoy the game more." He shakes his head at Suraiya. "Of course you didn't scare them off. They just had to go. It's been a long night." He smiles at Jascela. "You picked an interesting night to come to the Waverider, that's for sure."

Sarisia jolts up at her sisters all too loving awakening. "Wha?" She sputters out, looking up just in time to catch a glimpse of C'nroy's handy work. "Finally!" She says happily, a huge silly grin on her face as she looks at the remaining lot. "Oh, we're fine, Jasc. It's really Sur you should be worried about." Sari says with a grave nod. "I think she's gonna need some help undressing tonight." She remarks, her eyes pointedly fixed on L'ian. And who says she ain't a good sister? In a moment, though, she back to dozing, seven drinks will do that to ya.

Suraiya seems to have definitely turned a 180, as she's smiles again. "Really?" She giggles to L'ian. "I really hope it wasn't me." Of course she's still searching to see if that young brownrider will come back. But she wasn't /that/ lucky. "Jus' the usual, Jascela," she says with a suffering sigh. "L'ian here has been really nice to me these past few sevendays, though. Yet 'm still child-less an' sad an' all." At her sister's suggestion, she waggles a brow at her before turning with a hopeful look at L'ian for his answer.

Jascela giggles amusedly at Sarisia and flashes her a grin. "Getting someonoe to help her undress might be a step in teh right direction toward getting her what she really wants..." She grins and nods to L'ian. "Certainly sounds like it has been, yeah."

L'ian ignores Sarisia's look at him, and ignores her highlight of what C'nroy had done, which he was already trying to ignore. "Suri, you know what we talked about before, right? I think that should still stand." L'ian sighs, he's getting it from every direction. He runs his hands through his hair, a nervous jesture of a sort mired only by the fact that his hair is too short to do it properly.

Sarisia wakes up with a jolt, casting a huge grin to all those present. "Poor Lianny, we never give you a break do we? Ah, don't fret, we ain't gonna tie ya down and strip ya or anything." However comforting she makes this sound however is lost with her evil grin. "Hey, why don't you give Sur yer baby?" She asks Jascela while glancing around the room but this time something catches her eye. "Jack!" She yells, getting to her feet in a hurry. "You shardin' idiot!" She screams out after the man, sprinting towards the double doors the fat, bald and short man just appeared from. Of course being drunk Sari doesn't make it far and in her haste to reach the man she slips yet again, crashing into an empty table and landing incredibly in an empty chair, the only thing bruised this time being her ego. "Ya tunnelsnake!" She calls out after the man as he slips back out the tavern.

Suraiya sighs again, with more emotion behind it than before. "Fine," she succumbs to the bronzerider. "But I still think /my/ way is better." She crosses her arms and turns to the other two women. "He won't budge," she comments to them with a shrug. She nearly jumps out of her skin at Sarisia's cry, her blue eyes wide after the poor man that goes running. "Now ya scared 'im off," she says with a shake of her head. "He won't be coming 'round for awhile longer. Ya missed your chance there, Sari. That's what ya get for being drunk." Not that she wasn't, of course.
              
Jascela stares after Sarisia as she suddenly darts away, shaking her head amusedly. She turns her attention toward Suraiya instead. "How much have you all had already?"

L'ian smiles. "I think I'm not budging for a very good reason, Suraiya." He looks over at Sarisia. "You okay this time?" He stands up, a little unsteadily but he drank much, much less than everyone else, only two drinks all told. "I'm going to go over to Tillek to find us some rooms. I'm sure they won't mind, but I want to make sure where they are since...well, it might be difficult to get there." Especially if they have to help each other walk.



Ozriadasoth> Down past the ramp, the cotholds' windows have been lit for some time now with the family gatherings within. Family, and some lucky guests: it's well past suppertime when a door opens and a short figure is escorted out with her hosts' encouragement to come again, come again. After Leova has traded her own last thanks and waved her goodbyes, she begins the trudge up the ramp and into the outer courtyard with the slow walk of the very well fed, accompanied by the jingle of the metalwork on the bridle slung over her shoulder.


Sarisia just stares at the spot Jack had left from, her quarry couldn't have gotten too far. ""m goin' after him." Is all she says, waving those left at the table. "I'll see ya Jasc, Lianny, Sur." And with a much surer footing than before she heads out chasing after the man before the trail gets cold.

"At this rate, I'll never have kids," Suraiya says, though she offers the bronzerider a smile as he decides to go find them rooms. Maybe some other day, definitely. Suraiya's departure is give a frown. "Careful chasing after 'im all alone," she calls out to her twin, waving after her too.

L'ian looks concerned at Sarisia's comment. "Are you sure that's a good..." But she seems all right for the momemnt so he doesn't finish the sentence. He smiles at Suraiya. "Maybe." He nods to Jascera before he walks out, looking for Sarisia to make sure she hasn't fallen down again once he's out.

L'ian heads out into the cavern.
L'ian has left.

Jascela waves after the departing Sarisia, and L'ian as well. She looks around, then moves closer to Suraiya. "You okay there, cutie?"

Suraiya turns her blue eyes to Jascela now, and offers her older friend a smile. "'m fine, 'm fine," she says with a wave of her hand. "Not drunk at all." She glances back to the direction her sister and the bronzerider went before shrugging a shoulder.

Ozriadasoth> The evening makes dark, bulky shapes of the visiting dragons. The jingling stops for a moment, when Leova sees them, but then resumes at a slightly faster tempo when the girl takes the long, careful way around.

Ozriadasoth> Leova disappears into the yawning mouth of the docking cavern.
Ozriadasoth> Leova has left.


Jascela smiles and reaches a hand over to squeeze one of Suraiya's. "Your sister seemed to be enjoying herself at least..."

Suraiya giggles and bobs her head, though the movement makes her head hurt. "Yah, she was. She can be mean, but fun, sometimes." If that makes sense. The greenrider raises a hand to hold her head steady. "How've ya been, Jascela?" She finally asks of the older woman.


Leova comes through the double doors from the cavern.
Leova has arrived.

Sarisia goes home.
Sarisia has left.

One of the stablehands enters, that bridle still jingling over her shoulder, though it's more muffled here in the closer quarters than in the quieter, stony courtyard. By now Leova just has to wait long enough to spot Yessa and then a little longer to catch the worker's eye, adding a tired smile.

Jascela goes home.
Jascela has left.


 

location: Tillek Hold: Wave Rider Tavern mood: drunk