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Harper's Tale 2 - Thursday, October 03, 2002, 12:52 PM
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Living Caverns
The rough-hewn majesty of this cavern far outpaces any delight in the multitudes of curves that form its enclosure. The glabrous grey granite is shot through with translucent obsidian, lending subtly-veined sparkle to the walls and the foot-trodden smoothness of the floor that shows centuries-old placements of the scarred trestle tables; carven hollows give homes for the glow baskets and the coat-pegs that line the walls. No mosaics, no painting, no tiles: just a few well-done tapestries mark the pathway that lead to the kitchen to the north and the inner caverns to the west, and frame the nighthearth's stew and snacks, while a heavier strip of oiled canvas shields the unwary from the wind in the bowl.
Scattered about in various perches and niches are forty-seven firelizards.
You see OOC NOTICE (look sign), Thief, Llaammaa, and Ischoria here.
Kh'ryn and Bronagh are here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl     Kitchens        Inner Caverns     Crafting Area

Bronagh is seated at a table with a cup of klah in his hand. He appears to be staring at something... It must be the man-made llama nearby, because Faranth knows that that thing is worth staring at.

Looking more refreshed than he has in a long time, Kh'ryn comes striding into the caverns, his head held high and his face plastered with a friendly smile. He says hello to those people he recognizes, and nods to those he doesn't, before making his was towards the sideboard to pour himself a drink.

Wyn makes her usual appearance in the Living Caverns in a most unusual set of clothes. Well, actually the shirt and slacks are painfully usual. The novel appearance is in the fact that Wyn isn't wearing her riding leathers for once. Aquiring her standard mug of klah and plate of pastries, (We're still trying to figure out just what else the little bluerider eats.) she steers herself over towards other occupants of the caverns, giving a slight nod as she does so. "Good morn to you." There. Social duties have been attended to.

Bronagh looks up from the so-called work of art to give the passing female rider a smile. "Morning," he offers in return, politely enough, though his gaze is now attracted to the woman's slender form. He then drops a lazy wink before raising the cup to his lips and taking a long sip. Alas, the klah is cold, so the look that appears on his fact afterwards is far from appealing. So much for trying to score.

"Good morning, Wyn!" Kh'ryn greets, motioning for the other bluerider to come and join him at the table he's headed towards. Taking a seat, he sets aside his cup and busies himself with looking through a stack of papers he pulls out from the inside of his jacket. "And how are you doing today?"

"Very suave, sirrah," is Wyn's comment to Bronagh, something too indefinable to be called mocking humour lurking in grey eyes. She does not, of course, laugh, although one corner of her mouth twitches. Administering a nod, she then deigns to take a seat by Kh'ryn, somewhat more sociably as a rumble from outside hints at coaching from a certain compact blue dragon. "I'm... well enough. V'der was being an arse at Drills, so he was assigned to take my morning sweep and give /me/ a break. Yourself?" There's perhaps a touch of vindictive amusement in her tone, but nothing /too/ evil.

Bronagh tries, really he does. It's simply not his fault that the fates are out to get him though. Bringing up a hand to wipe at his lips, he gives the rider yet another smile, but this one is admittedly more sheepish. His cheeks darkening a little in a blush, the young man then goes back to staring at the llama.

Kh'ryn continues to push around some papers for a few moments before bringing his head up and giving Wyn a smile. "That's nice," he replies, slightly distracted, his reply going to show that he's currently not listening as well as he perhaps should be. "Now, where did I put that form?" he then goes on to mumble to himself. Finding it, he exclaims, "Aha! There it is." Now that that's out of the way, Khor can enjoy his conversation and his klah. "So, weren't you supposed to have sweeps this morning?" D'uh.

Wyn relents enough from her unkind amusement at Bronagh's expense to tip the resident a dry wink as soon as she's assured no-one else is looking in her direction. After which she promptly returns to a pose hinting that nothing of the sort ever happened, and nods slightl to Kh'ryn over the rim of her mug. "Mmm, I was," she agrees. "But as I mentioned, V'der was assigned it as punishment detail for a fortnight."

Obviously, Bronagh misses the wink - as he's still looking at that llama sculpture - so he's currently in his own private little world of berating himself for messing up his chances with that 'cutie'. Words such as "stupid" and "dimglow" can be clearly heard every so often, issuing from his otherwise unintelligible ramblings.

"Oh, oh yes. Sorry... guess I didn't hear you..." The other bluerider has the grace to blush at his rudeness, and goes to make up for it by holding up his klah mug. "Want some more? I'll go and get us a fresh pot." Someone's head is still up in the clouds with his dragon, since Kh'ryn doesn't notice that Wyn's mug is just as full as his is. "Or maybe something to eat? You like pastries, right?" The squeak of his chair is heard as he pushes himself back away from the table. Just as he's about to get up, he notices the plate and cup in front of the woman. "Oh." That's all that's said, before he pulls his chair back in, his blush rising towards his ears. "Ne'ermind."

Wyn can't be held responsible if her subtle gestures go unnoticed. It's chapter 47, section 3, paragraph 2 of the Official Wyn Rulebook, look it up. So, she quite calmly leaves Bronagh to his muttering, until such time as she sees fit to appraoch him. Kh'ryn's expression and blush actually charm a quiet laugh and accompanying smile from the self-contained young woman, of all things. "I'd be willing to share my pastries, however. Decidedly unhealthy as they are."

That sound! It's like music to his ears! Bronagh tears his eyes yet again away from the llama thing, and turns his gaze once more towards the woman sitting across the way. 'What a beautiful laugh,' he thinks to himself, his eyes then narrowing a little in misdirected jealousy towards the blond man sitting beside Wyn. The residen wonders what that guy in leathers has that he doesn't? Sure, he may be a little older, and his muscles are a bit bigger, but... But Bron has freckles! And a boyish grin! Darn that stupid klah for making him appear foolish! Said mug is then given a stern look, before the resident continues his brooding and mumbling.

Kh'ryn smiles wide at this offer, and his blush retreats thanks to Wyn's kindness. Odd that... kindness from her? However, Khor pushes that thought aside as he reaches out for one of those pastries. "Thanks," he states, taking a cream-filled one. "So, what was it that V'der did to deserve such a punishment, leaving you with a morning off?"

Yet another reason to check one's assumptions at the door, when dealing with Wyns. They take a perverse delight in being unexpected. She nibbles at a berry danish, and nods briefly. "You're quite welcome, Kh'ryn. I certainly couldn't eat them all myself. And V'der... was simply being V'der." Somehow the other bluerider should magically be able to interpret that definition, after all.

With cream lining the corners of his lips, Kh'ryn stops eating to give the other bluerider a look. "Just being V'der? I don't understand..." You see, this old man - though popular - isn't impressive enough to know /all/ the riders in the weyr, especially not the younger ones. "Is he the one who tried to convice the weyrling masters that slapping another rider's bottom was a 'sporty' thing to do and had no harm in it?" Or wait... Was that X'ner. Khor just isn't sure anymore... There seems to be so many of those fresh types out there now-a-days.

Hearing this through his rambling haze, Bronagh makes a mental note of that information and reminds himself never to go around slapping anyone's arse. Though, he's certain he could make a better argument of it than that V'der did - whoever he is.

Wyn shakes her head slightly, tapping a finger to either side of her filling-free lips in the hopes of clueing Kh'ryn to the existance of his new mustache. "Mmm, no, although I could possibly see him trying that. No, V'der is simply egotistical, a show off, and posessed of a rather irritating whine when told he can't do something." she sums up blandly, nibbling some more of her pastry.

"Ah." Well, that fits the description of several dozen riders around the Weyr to Kh'ryn, so that still doesn't help him in figuring out just who V'der is. Giving up - cause is it really worth getting a headache over anyway? - the bluerider goes back to eating. He doesn't take notice of the cream or the crumbs, that is, until he takes another drink of his klah and notices the mess he leaves around the rim. Another faint blush, and a hand is brought up to wipe at his mouth. "Mmm.. These are good," he then comments, quite lamely. Don't worry Bronagh; you don't have to be a charmer or suave or even smart to make friends around here. Just let them take pity on you, and they'll fall right into your hands. Of course, Kh'ryn does this /unintentionally/, but... Take notes.

Had he a paper and a pen, Bronagh certainly would be taking notes, but they'd probably be on what NOT to do in order to attract girls. The resident shakes his head yet again, wondering why someone like him lucks out when someone like that dimglow bluerider gets the chick. Bron starts to question his reasoning for coming to this weyr in the first place. He had been told that things were different around riders; more free spirited and the like. No one mentioned anything about it being backwards too. Geez.

"V'der. Brown Darth's rider... one of my clutchmates?" expands Wyn, perhaps taking pity on the baffled older bluerider. After all, the blueriders of 'Reaches /do/ need to stick together against the Pyrenes of this world. She quite nobly restrains another urge to laugh at the discovery of crumbs, instead stifling it down to a mere mad twinkle in her eyes, and the grave assertation that "Indeed they are. I prefer to eat them, over wearing them, myself."

And there's the light! Dimglow becomes enlightened and Kh'ryn finally finds a clue. "Ah, yes... Darth's rider... Now I know... of course..." Ok, so maybe he doesn't /really/ know, but at least he can put a dragon face to the name, right? That's a start. Khor then blushes over Wyn's light tease, but the redness stays to his cheeks without mounting any higher. With a grin of his own, the older rider flicks a crumb towards the younger, chuckling with, "Yeah, well.. You appreciate them so much better this way, don't you know?"

Dear Faranth. Could this get anymore lame? Bronagh takes a break from the bluerider show to get himself for klah. Really, it would be in his best interest to back off now before he killed off more of his brain cells by watching such stupidity, but it's either that or stare at the llama-thing again, and the two blueriders appear a tad more amusing. At least you can interact with them... which is exactly what Bronagh decides to do. "You missed a spot," he comments to Kh'ryn as he passes their table. "Right there, on your chin, amongst the beard." He even points to give the older man some direction, you know, in case he really is a few firestones short of a full sack.
for klah/more klah

Wyn crinkles the tip of her nose as it's pelted by the aforementioned crumb, and, in a flash of old weyrbrat gene-expressions reactivating, promptly fires a slightly bigger crumb back at Kh'ryn, expression remaining blandly amused throughout. She turns to face Bronagh, looking away from the other bluerider a moment, perhaps to her detriment. "If you're going to converse with us, you may as well join us," she extends with cool grace, gesturing to a free chair. "Wyn, blue Vorkoroth's personal posession."

Kh'ryn is about to chuckle even harder when the crumb thrown by Wyn bounces off his own nose and lodges itself in his beard. Just then, some stranger comes up and points it out to him. Now, he may not be all that bright, but he certainly has a /little/ pride left. "Thank you," the bluerider replies, curtly, before raising his brows at Wyn's invitation, as though to say What did you go and do that for? However, ever friendly, Khor plasters a smile on his face and waves Bronagh over. "And I am Kh'ryn, rider of blue Zylpheth." Grump.

And now we're a'getting somewhere. "Well, thank you for such a kind offer," states the resident, right before he walks away. However, he's not being rude, he's just gone off to get himself more klah, bringing back a fresh pot at the same time. "And since I would love to take you up on it," he replies directly to Wyn, almost ignoring the other rider seated there, "Then let me offer this refreshment as a gift, along with my name... which is Bronagh. At your service, dearest Wyn" Oh, and to the blond guy. "Nice to meet you, Kh'ran."

Wyn's grey eyes, certainly her most expressive feature, (Although really, that's not saying much.) are all of a sudden limpid pools of innocence at Kh'ryn's raised brows. Her own eyebrows promptly twitch at Bronagh's greeting though. "You certainly sell yourself willingly... Bronagh. Why so keen to serve /me/?" This is offered in standard Wynnish tones of cool diction and faultless politness.

"It's Kh'ryn," replies the male bluerider, but seeing how he's pretty much chopped tunnelsnake to the newcomer, Khor decides not to push it. Instead, he consoles himself with yet another pastry, though this time he's a little more delicate with how he eats it. Don't need to offer the resident any other embarassing fodder for making fun of him.

Placing aside the pot of klah and his own mug (On the other side of the woman), Bronagh then sweeps down into a low bow, replying, "Because such beauty requires respect, dear rider, as does such a title, and therefore, my servitude is simply my fashion of expressing said respect." Balderdash. He just wants to score.

"Careful, you'll strain your back if you keep that up," is Wyn's somewhat asperic comment regarding Bronagh's bow, saved from cruelty by the twinkle in her eyes. Of course, you'd have to know how to read her, to get that much from her expression. "I could debate with you on the title, but I shan't. Beauty, however, is solely a temporary condition." Her philosophy dispensed, she lifts an eyebrow at Kh'ryn, mental thoughts running very close to the line of 'Balderdash, he just wants to score.'

Were Kh'ryn able to read minds, he'd have agreed with Wyn, however, considering that that is impossible, he can only go off body language. And the twinkle in the other bluerider's gaze makes him think that perhaps the young woman is enjoying such attention. Finishing up his pastry, Khor then makes certain to wipe at his mouth, before pushing his chair away from the table. "I think I'll leave you two alone," states the older man politely, though he gives the younger lad a look that says, You hurt her and you'll have to face my dragon. Of course, he also knows that Wyn can take care of herself, so he's not /too/ worried. "It was nice seeing you again Wyn, and enjoy your morning off. Bronagh..." Here the rider is at a lack for words. "Um.. Well met."

It's lucky that none of them are mindreaders, or else poor Bron's plans would be down the necessity by now. "Beauty is also in the eye of the beholder," the resident smoothly replies as he takes his seat, scootching the chair a little closer towards Wyn in the process. "So even if it is fleeting, I'd still find you beautiful until the end of my days." Seems like boyo here has a little philosophy of his own. When Kh'ryn moves to leave, Bronagh doesn't stop him, though he does offer a distracted wave and a "Yeah, same to you," towards the hopefully soon-to-be departed rider.

Oh, if Bronagh hurt her, Zylpheth would have to get in line behind Vorkoroth, Wyn's father, her elder brother, Sii'kyn, Sidramuntalath, and the rest of her weyrling group, not to mention her wingmates. Wyn, for such a bland public presence, has a surprising amount of loyal friends and family. So she's perfectly happy toying with the resident. The departing Kh'ryn is given a little nod. "And yourself as well, Kh'ryn. Do drop by my weyr some time, I assure you that Jack isn't /half/ a fierce as weyr rumour makes her out to be..." she trails off to fix the remaining male with a dry smile. "Rather presumptuous, thinking you'd be /able/ to see me to the end of your days."

Kh'ryn nods and gives the resident yet another odd look before telling Wyn, "I'll be sure to do that. Take care of yourself and say hello to P'rru for me, if you see him before I do.." With that said, the bluerider then wanders off, one hand still idly picking at his beard, in case he missed any crumbs.

Kh'ryn exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Bronagh doesn't even blink as Kh'ryn departs, as he's too busy staring at Wyn's ... assets. When she turns around to face him, he's quick to level his gaze once more, as he smoothly replies, "Well, I simply assumed that were I lucky enough to live a long life here at the weyr, and be lucky enough to see you everyday... That's what I meant. I certainly don't find myself worthy of your undying attention, but a friendly chat once a week will do me just fine."

He must have odd taste in... assets, then. Wyn's are fairly shapely, but a petite frame and Lis-quality atributes just /don't/ go together. At least not outside of Barbie. She does deign to give him a slight nod. "The distinction is noted," she grants. "So, should I pencil you in for 'mornings, midweek', then?"

Lis-quality attributes /always/ go together!
Do your boobs hang low, do they wobble to and 'fro?
Oh, no no no...

The smile that brighten's Bronagh's face is nearly blinding, as his bright teeth make an appearance. "Well, I wasn't expecting that much, but mornings sound just perfect for me," he purrs, moving even closer, his arm propped up atop the table; fingers inching towards hers. "Especially if you wanna include a few nights in there too.." Wink wink.

Wyn eyes the fingers approaching hers with the gaze one might turn on a culture of cancer cells. Carefully, she relocates her hand to a safe distance of one foot away from his, before raising an eyebrow and drawling in her Benden-accented tone that "I might, at that... But what would be in them for /me/?" No, Wyn's certainly not one to be charmed by lines. Wyn wants *ahem* talent.

Bronagh's brows dart upwards at this demand for action, whereas his eyes light up with interest. NOW we're really getting somewhere! "Well, in that case, I wouldn't be able to just /tell/ you about it, now would I? I'd have to let my actions speak for me..." Ahem. Were the young lad to have any sense at all, he'd soon realize that perhaps this was all just a little /too/ easy. But then agan, Bron likes living in a fantasy land, and you never know with those riders... They're full of surprises. Perhaps this weyr isn't as backwards as he had first thought.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, resident," cuts in Wyn coolly with a lift of one hand. "I wonder, have you ever had much contact with dragonriders? My dear Vorkoroth is a rather... protective sort." she reveals with a slow, steady little smile that conveys thoughts like 'hung from the star stone by your cojones' with the tilt of her lips.

"Oh, sure I've known riders before," the lad boasts. "In fact, t'was a greenrider from Benden who introduced me to 'the real life', if you know what I'm saying." At the mention of her dragon, however, even Bronagh has the wits to blanch ... a little. "Well then, I'll be certain to never give him any reason to suspect me of doing anything wrong, and to keep his rider /very/ happy... If you know what I'm saying." Grin.

Wyn has a half-sister who's a Benden greenrider and enjoys pursuing young males. Does Wyn deign to share this little fact? No. She simply lifts the opposing eyebrow this time and drawls that "You certainly don't lack for self-confidence. Let us hope you aren't all talk." Then, with the air of a feline pouncing she stands smoothly from her chair and kisses Bronagh full on the mouth, drawing back after a moment to offer an appraising look before vanishing from the room, likely leaving the ubiquitous drudges to wonder just /what/ the shell happened.

Blink, blink. Um, waitaminute... Bronagh certainly wasn't expecting /that/, so when brain finally connects with body to pucker up, it's a little too late after the fact, leaving the young lad looking like a fish out of water. "Hey!" he then exclaims, looking in the direction that Wyn took off in. "What? Wait a minute! That wasn't fair! I wasn't prepared! I need a moment to .. you know.. get ready, and stuff!" Touching one finger to his lips in amazement, the young man then jumps out of his chair - knocking it down in the process - and races after the rider. "Hold up! Wait for me!" Of course, she's probably long gone from the bowl by now, but let's not burst Bron's little bubble...