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Author Topic: An Evening’s Drinks and Betting [ 22.6.2590 / 8PM ] || Event  (Read 1319 times)

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No matter how bad things might ever get in the weyr, the Bets were always a reason to celebrate. At what other time would they get such a chance to drink, mingle freely, and make use of the marks that had otherwise long ago fallen out of application in weyr life? They were events that M’rek always looked forward to, for all those reasons. Even with Thread no longer falling, such celebrations were good for keeping up morale. Especially after the sort of turn that they’d been having so far.

With the way things were in the weyr, though, the Bronzer suspected there would be fewer non-Riders invited to the Bet than usual. With tensions so high, and fewer people getting along overall, it seemed only likely. Idly, he hoped that there would still be some. But this wasn’t for the Crafters or Holders, not really, and not even for the weyrfolk at the heart of it. It was for the riders.

The weight of marks were practically burning a hole in his pocket as he slid off Polanth’s back and made his way into the Sands through the outside entrance via the feeding pavilion. Don’t get too drunk, his dragon grumbled before taking off back to their weyr. He’d already promised M’rek he would watch Sugar and Ista, who had both been reluctant to miss the festivities. But it was better than angering Kalestath.

//I’m not an idiot. We still have Wing duties tomorrow.// And as he stepped into the chamber, M’rek didn’t immediately move to the table of drinks that had been laid out for those attending. Respectfully, he bowed to the bright Queen brooding over her eggs, and Halirina as well. “Good evening, Weyrwoman.”

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Time for another Rider’s Bet! Even if you don’t want to post ICly, you’re more than welcome to check in with your characters at the OOC thread. If you have Candidates, it’s also worth checking out the Touching and it’s accompanying OOC thread.

We’re also instituting a new system for OOC betting! Go rack up some points and bragging rights. There may be a reward for those that do. :para:
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Re: An Evening’s Drinks and Betting [ 22.6.2590 / 8PM ] || Event
« Reply #1 on: May 18, 2017, 01:02:09 PM »
Thrilled as he was for another Bet, Seng was nervous too. Enough so that he was fidgeting with his hands as he made his way to the Hatching Sands for the evening. With things advancing between them, he’d been giddy and excited to invite Elrost to attend with him. But there was a certain weight behind that request too, a deepening seriousness to their growing relationship that had his heart racing.

Often times, he attended the bets in the loose dress he owned, since it was what Seng considered to be his fanciest bit of clothing. But this was… different. With Elrost not yet knowing that most intimate secret about him, it didn’t seem prudent to drop it on him like that. So Seng was dressed well still, but very distinctly in clothing more suited to a man. He hadn’t gone quite so far as to show up in his leathers, because that was a bit too formal, but there’d be no mistaking that he’d dressed to impress.

To impress Elrost, specifically.

Though he arrived early after dinner, he didn’t quite step into the Sands, instead waiting just outside them for the Herder to arrive, hands clasped tightly behind his back. He nodded respectfully to Beach’s Wingleader as the man arrived, but stayed silent. Even rocking his weight from one foot to the other in his anxiousness.

It will be fine, his Blue assured him from where he was lounging on their weyr ledge with Seng’s three flits draped over him. Relax and enjoy yourself. Elrost is good to you, and you should have a good time.

//I want to. I’m just worried about after.//

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Re: An Evening’s Drinks and Betting [ 22.6.2590 / 8PM ] || Event
« Reply #2 on: May 18, 2017, 01:31:21 PM »
Zarra managed to arrive at the Sands before her weyrmate. It seemed T'sote who had promised to be on time, wasn't. Again. The slim dark haired woman sighed. She'd even dressed up! Not that she was going to throw a fit. With a quick thought, she sent her faire away, all of them flying off, though Risi had been stuck in the weyr all day.

She was not going to be betting, she never did. T'sote enjoyed it, but she was there for him. They'd been weyrmated for over 20 years. She had no problem finding and seat and waiting. She curtsied to Harlina.

"I hope your evening is delightful, Weyrwoman."

She smiled before finding a quiet table in the corner. She settled the shawl she'd brought over a chair and went to fetch herself a drink and some food, before settling down, her gaze falling on the candidates. One was her neice, another her old Apprentice, and yet more she recognize, either from coming here every year, or just from them helping out around the weyr. She was nosy. Even now she had a small notebook and a pen, ready to take down notes, if needed.

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Re: An Evening’s Drinks and Betting [ 22.6.2590 / 8PM ] || Event
« Reply #3 on: May 18, 2017, 08:37:50 PM »
The Rider's Bet had been one of the bright points of K'eir's life--one of the many, if he was being completely honest, even in these dark times--since he'd graduated from Weyrlinghood. He'd Impressed young enough that he had never had the opportunity to attend the Bets before that, and honestly he wasn't usually the partying type anyway. Once Sicharth had deposited him outside the Hatching Sands and retreated to their weyrledge, firelizards in tow, K'eir took a moment to straighten himself out before heading inside. He caught a glimpse of Kalestath and her clutch laid out on the Sands as he passed and paused long enough to give the Queen a respectful bow before continuing on his way.

There weren't many he recognized by more than their faces in attendance yet--not surprising, really, since he spent more time away from the Weyr than in it. Mountain Wing was a blessing in that it was a way for him to indulge in his lust for knowledge and be helpful at the same time. 'What do you think, Sic? Gonna be a good one this year?'

The big brown grumbled, and K'eir could almost see him settling down onto the weyrledge, supplemented by disgruntled images from Thirrus (who never liked these events, anyway, simply because he didn't get to be the center of attention). I think it will be as good as it will be, he said, and K'ier chuckled to himself as he claimed food and drink for himself. He didn't immediately seek out a seat, instead choosing to wander through the room as more people arrived.
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Re: An Evening’s Drinks and Betting [ 22.6.2590 / 8PM ] || Event
« Reply #4 on: May 18, 2017, 09:09:59 PM »
Elrost emerged from the wherhandler caverns, stepping out into the Weyrbowl whilst adjusting his jacket. The beastcrafter had taken much longer than he should have to get ready, trying to decide what to wear even though he really only had one good item of clothing. It was a light, almost white jacket, a soft material and lightly padded for the cold. Light colours were not usually his style, he tended to browns that hid dirt and mud.

It had been his fathers, a jacket which he had had to grow into, in both personality and size. It had been everything else that had taken a long time. Which one of his many plain tunics had their stitches in locations that could be hidden under the jacket? And whether he should wear his faded pants, or his new brown ones, or the black ones which had a hole in the bottom. He had gone with the new brown ones, after all, he might as well make the most of them while he could, they weren't going to be new for very long.

Whilst Elrost knew next to nothing about the night and what it contained, the actual act of Seng "inviting" him, made it seem like it was a really important night. So shard it if no-one else were wearing their best clothes.

Luckily, on his walk to the hatching sands, Elrost spotted quite a few riders being dropped off by their dragons, and they all looked fancy enough, so his thoughts were calmed in that respect, at least he wouldn't look out of place by his dress. He was going to be unique as one of the few non-riders there, he suspected.

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@RaynePOTM  this is B'lye's cue

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Re: An Evening’s Drinks and Betting [ 22.6.2590 / 8PM ] || Event
« Reply #5 on: May 19, 2017, 12:42:16 AM »
B'ron was planning for this night to not make him any more annoyed than needed. He was not going to be happy about it, that wasn't his way, but neither would he be the downer. After all, a clutch was a clutch, even if it wasn't by the parents that it should have been.

"Ready, Wynne?" He asked offering the crook of his arm to her as Leremith set them on the ground. It seemed only logical for Leremith to take them both, and keep Oriath away from the sands when she was close to clutching herself.

"You look lovely." It wasn't a lie, nor was it natural for him to offer the truth, but he did it none-the-less. Vanelwynne was a beautiful woman, and he was sure there'd be many there tonight that would wish for his place at the bet tonight.

He himself was wearing his best clothes, not much different from his normal attire perhaps, but newer, less worn and faded than his everyday clothes. A dark jacket, over a dark tunic, over dark pants, ah yes, nothing out of the ordinary for him.

Leremith rejoined Oriath on their ledge and cuddled up to her. I'm excited for you to be on the sands, you've been glowing with the beauty of motherhood.

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Re: An Evening’s Drinks and Betting [ 22.6.2590 / 8PM ] || Event
« Reply #6 on: May 20, 2017, 01:49:20 AM »
Don't spend all your marks at once was the advice of the bronze languishing on his ledge in the fading sunlight.

It's not like they're useful anywhere else nowadays, J'thir replied, straightening his shirt as he walked down to the hatching sands. Had the weather been any cooler, he would still have worn his best summer shirt to such an occasion. But it was summer and the heat of the sands was traditionally oppressive in the coolest of winter nights, so there was no need to catch a chill on his way down from his weyr.

Save some for the next hatching.

You have such faith in my choices.

He arrived in a timely manner. Tonight would be a celebration, after all, not something to miss and formal enough not to want to appear late. Familiar faces were already gathered in a cluster around the Weyrwoman, as well as a few who were likely the lucky guests of some of the riders. He had no guest himself and nobody should be expecting him to have one. Most people he would 'hook up with' were able to escort themselves to the Riders Bet, being riders themselves.

"A superb looking clutch as always, Weyrwoman," he said with a respectful nod to Halirina, collecting a glass of something that looked like wine as he did so. Whatever it was, the single glass would probably last him most of the night. He tried not to instinctively seek out the dark form of Neisoth with his eyes as he said so, eyes instead glancing to B'ron nearby before flicking away again just as quickly.

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Re: An Evening’s Drinks and Betting [ 22.6.2590 / 8PM ] || Event
« Reply #7 on: May 20, 2017, 05:36:57 AM »
Betting, alcohol, gossip and hope. Four words to describe the rider’s bet in a single sentence, and the same four words that could be used to describe the Mountain Wingsecond. B’lye felt absolutely in his element as Uereth touched down gently, and he took a moment to remain astride and look down on the merry scene before him.

His happiness didn’t send him giddy, more it felt like arriving home after a long day of drills as he slid down Uereth’s side with the ease of a man who’d been doing it for almost four decades, although once upon a time he may have leapt of Uereth’s bent knee. A warmth suffused him even before he allowed himself a drink, a comfort, and it spread a slow smile across his face. Turning back to the growing group of people, he leant on Uereth for a moment longer, his hands on his hips and his face the picture of a proud father, before shaking himself out of his sappy moment of introspection and reached to unbuckle his crutches.

“This is going to be my lucky turn Uereth. I’m going to win it big, I can feel it.”

I suppose you are overdue for at least one lucky turn, given your advanced age.

B’lye, in a manner totally unbefitting a Wingsecond, but totally befitting B’lye, poked his tongue out and blew a raspberry as he used his crutches to back away from her. At least I’m still able to stay awake past 4 pm. You sleep more than a crippled granny, and I should know, we’re both related to one.

Warm humour flowed through their bond from his Green as she leapt and pumped her wings hard, taking off in a way that still stunned B’lye with her grace. He turned to make his way through the group of people as his Green disappeared from view, before a quiet voice in the back of his mind called, I’m going to tell her you said that.

“Traitor,” he muttered under his breath, his smile still in place.

Quickly noting those in the crowd he would gravitate to over the night, his eyes were briefly distracted by a man close to him, wearing a jacket very similar in colour to his own. B’lye wore a light tunic with a dark blue undershirt and trousers. The clothes themselves weren’t new, but his mother had hand embroidered a decorative stitching with salvaged ribbon from a ruined corset of his sisters and the colours suited him. None of his clothes had much wear and tear, mainly because he sat in his weyr-office all day, and also because his mother would cuff him about the ear had he not taken care of them, so they were finely tailored and uncreased.

He perused the jacket and the man in question. B’lye made it his business to know most people in the weyr, and yet the man’s name alluded him, although he had the vague recollection of the man with a wher and dirt covered hands. Probably a farmer or beastcrafter, but not one B’lye had been given the pleasure of meeting.

He was certainly not a rider. Which meant he had to be invited.

B’lye could not that that kind of information slip through his fingers.

Because he would be letting down his Wing.

Obviously that was the only reason.

Moving himself closer to the crafter, B’lye settled on a pleasant smile, at least, he thought it was pleasant. For some it may have been rather ominous.

“Well well! How nice to see a new face around here. Although, you being here has unfortunately shown me severely lacking in my duties,” he said in a mock serious tone with a chiding frown. “And here I was under the mistaken impression I knew everything there was to know in the Weyr, personal weyr’s included.” His grin cracked back through his serious expression. “But now that you’ve left me thoroughly humbled, I really do need to know who the lucky rider is. Seriously man, there is much pride at stake.”


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@Inki I'm happy to do another couple of posts between them if Elrost needs more hints or innuendos, I didn't think he'd come on too strong this quickly...

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Re: An Evening’s Drinks and Betting [ 22.6.2590 / 8PM ] || Event
« Reply #8 on: May 20, 2017, 06:02:14 AM »
As Elrost approached, he saw Seng in the distance, and quickened his pace at the idea of getting to see and talk to the blue rider again. Not that he hadn't seen Seng recently, he was pathetic, he knew it, but he couldn't help but enjoy every moment they spent together, no matter how frequent.

Before he was within earshot of Seng however, Elrost was distracted by the man speaking to him. It was hard to not know who he was, and a quick perusal of the man's demeanour, and leg, told him that it must be the Mountain Wingsecond, B'lye. He hoped, briefly, that there weren't many other legless riders hopping around for Elrost to make a fool of himself.

But the man's words left him puzzled. Personal Weyrs? He supposed they had spent time together in Seng's Weyr, but they hadn't done anything yet. Nothing he thought would be broadcast around the Weyr.

Smiling a little puzzled at B'lye, he responded, "I'm sorry? I'm not sure I understand what you mean. Seng invited me." He said simply. The two of them were taking it slow, Seng had asked him to. Not ready yet for anything more involved yet, and Elrost had promised to allow the blue rider the time he needed.

There was no heat in the words, just a little confusion, as he wasn't particularly offended yet. But he also wasn't entirely sure what B'lye was implying about his relationship with Seng, when really, it wasn't his business unless Seng had told him personally. Elrost didn't want anyone to make Seng uncomfortable by butting in where they weren't wanted. Even if they were the Mountain Wingsecond.

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@SirAlahn I left this open in case Seng wants to run over and drag Elrost away before B'lye can say anything too explicit  :bird: @RaynePOTM
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Re: An Evening’s Drinks and Betting [ 22.6.2590 / 8PM ] || Event
« Reply #9 on: May 21, 2017, 06:45:50 PM »
Come on. It's going to be fun.

Iralye rolled her eyes, but none-the-less, stood up from where she had been sitting at her small table, doing some final checks of her straps and equipment before drills the next morning.

I'm sure they'll all be happy tomorrow morning during drills too. She replied sarcastically, those who drank copious amounts tonight, would wake up with a raging headache the next morning, and she didn't think that R'sin would be particularly lenient on his riders, just because the riders bet had occurred the night before.

Tonight, she was wearing the leather vest of her riding leathers, paired with a more casual pair of dark pants. Not caring whether it was slightly too formal for the occasion, Iralye liked the way she looked and felt in them.

Making sure that the rest of her leathers and clothes for the next day were folded neatly on the trunk at the foot of her bed, and her straps hung over the hook she had added near the ledge, she decided that her room was neat enough.

Come oooon. Rallekath urged impatiently when Iralye seemed to check the room for the fourth time. It doesn't need to be organised everytime you leave.

Doesn't it? What if I bring someone back tonight? I'd like it to be reflective.

Sure, like you'd want to spend the night with anyone but the twins now.

Iralye ignored her simply because it was true.

When she entered the hall, she didn't approach the drinks immediately, instead making sure to bow to Halirina and Kalestath, but making no comment to either of them, before she situated herself on the far side of the sands, with a good view of the eggs, and a view of the entrance to watch who came in.

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Re: An Evening’s Drinks and Betting [ 22.6.2590 / 8PM ] || Event
« Reply #10 on: May 21, 2017, 08:44:14 PM »
While the rider’s bet was often a joyous occasion, there was a deep seated sense of tradition to the event, and X’kis was not one to dishonor such a thing by arriving late. With Lesiff keeping an eye on the newest additions to their weyr, he stood close to his weyrmate as they bowed to the senior queen and her bonded before moving aside to let the other attendees approach.

He left Eimerra’s side only for a moment as he retrieved two drinks for them, letting her choose which glass she wanted before taking a tentative sip of his own. It wasn’t unpleasant exactly, though truth be told he never quite developed the taste for any sort of alcohol, even after the limitations were raised after weyrlinghood. He had never found reason to try and numb his mind, though he had gotten quite close when Cinta had passed away.

In any case, this was not an occasion to be thinking about the past. This was one for the future. Another impressive clutch, and the eggs had hardened marvelously. Despite himself, he even held a few marks he’d accrued over the turns in his pocket, prepared to participate in the betting though not concerned about whether he would win or lose.

His frown soon turned to a smile as he saw B’lye hobble on over to the beastcrafter who had gifted him with Flirt, unable to resist the amusement he felt at the greenrider’s nose for gossip. He was not unaware that any non-rider coming to the bets would have had to be invited, and B’lye’s interest in the poor sod indicated that it was very much a surprise.

Forrikenth has given him a lift before, X’kismine. the brown crooned softly, ever in tune to X’kis train of thought.

“Odd to be aware of something when B’lye isn’t…” X’kis murmured more to himself than anyone else, though he would be sure to tease the greenrider about it at some point. Perhaps when he deigned to send him a message again.

He did glance around to see if Seng was nearby, knowing that should the bluerider indeed have been the one to invite him, they may feel offended should someone else step in to protect Elrost from B’lye’s bluntness. He did keep his eyes on the pair once he’d identified Seng among the other riders, just in case they needed someone to distract the nosy wingsecond, though he wasn’t going to ruin the other rider’s fun should there be no harm in it.

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That'll do Donkey. That'll do.

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Re: An Evening’s Drinks and Betting [ 22.6.2590 / 8PM ] || Event
« Reply #11 on: May 22, 2017, 04:44:19 AM »
Well, that’s a little disappointing…

What have you done, Mine?

Nothing! He just… didn’t get my joke.

Oh no, I do believe your evening has been thoroughly ruined.

B’lye could almost hear the snort from his right, where Uereth lay while he worked at his desk, and see her eyes swirling with the colour of mirth in his mind’s eye as humour radiated through their bond.

Ignoring it, B’lye straightened ever so slightly. The Green rider did hate explaining his jokes, but he didn’t want to leave the lad feeling left out of something. Returning the polite smile with a little more enthusiasm than the Beastcrafter, he resolved to tone it down a little, leaving a positive impression was more important than his sense of humour, after all.

The name of the rider in question made his face genuinely light up, also the use of the non-honorific name. Although B’lye didn’t feel right in using the informal, he knew that it was common for those in Prairie to use Seng instead of S’eng, and B’lye considered the nickname a wonderful display of comradery. There weren’t many people alive today other than his own mother and sister that used a nickname for B’lye, and although it never really bothered him, hearing it used by the Beastcrafter warmed his heart, and he felt genuinely happy for Seng that the young Blue rider felt comfortable using it with the man.

 “S’eng! Fantastic, good rider from all reports, although I haven’t had much to do with him I suppose. I’m glad to see he has a good taste in men at the least. If my memory serves me well, and it usually does, although I am my mother’s son, you’re a Beastcrafter are you not? With a delightful green wher? Although I fear we’ve never officially met.”

Tucking his crutch under the crook of his other arm, B’lye extended his hand. “My name is B’lye, rider of Green Uereth. Always a pleasure to meet an almost unfamiliar face, especially at the Rider’s Bet,” although he’d indeed toned it down, B’lye couldn’t help a waggle of his brows at the end.

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^B'lye when Elrost didn't think he was funny.

Also @SirAlahn and @Inki

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Re: An Evening’s Drinks and Betting [ 22.6.2590 / 8PM ] || Event
« Reply #12 on: May 22, 2017, 05:08:30 AM »
Elrost didn't understand, not really. He heard the tone he supposed, and from B'lye's enthusiasm, he just had to assume that the man at least knew that he and Seng were courting. Elrost guessed it wasn't a secret, they hadn't exactly been hiding the amount of time they spent with each other, or meeting up in secluded places.

So, he was still slightly unsure the extent to which B'lye was implying, but Elrost wasn't going to ask again. "I am indeed." Elrost extended his own hand to shake B'lye's. "Journeyman Elrost at your service. Ellsk is my wher, Harrier my working firelizard."

Once again, he saw the waggle of brows, he heard the tone, but indeed, did not assume anything nefarious. Elrost supposed that it was quite rare for a rider to be being courted by a crafter or holder, they usually kept to their own, if only for the sake of simplicity. So whilst Elrost knew he was missing something, he assumed politeness on B'lye's part, and simple interest in his budding relationship with Seng.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, B'lye. But I believe I have kept Seng waiting for too long, shall we?" He gestured to the entrance of the hatching sands for them to continue their walk.
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Re: An Evening’s Drinks and Betting [ 22.6.2590 / 8PM ] || Event
« Reply #13 on: May 22, 2017, 03:34:58 PM »
Nervous as he was, Seng spotted Elrost just as another rider moved to intercept him. The Herder truly had gone all out in dressing up for the occasion, and abruptly Seng was wishing that he had worn his leathers. Elrost looked so handsome and formal. Self-consciously, Seng smoothed his hands down his clothes though they didn’t need it.

The rider speaking to him, he recognized as Mountain’s Wingsecond, B’lye. Seng didn’t know the man personally, but he did have a reputation for always knowing what was going on in the weyr. Which, no doubt, was the reason that Elrost’s presence had been a curiosity to him in the first place. Riders arriving with other riders was usually worthy of note, if one cared about that sort of thing and the gossip mill. But for a non-rider to show up, when they could only get in via invitation… that was altogether a different kind of interesting.

So Seng was blushing, and his heart was racing. He even hesitated a moment to go over—but he shouldn’t abandon Elrost to anyone’s probing questions. Maybe he should have made sure the Herder understood the implications of the invitation. Another regret, along with not wearing his riding leathers to the event.

//I’m making a mess of all of this.//

You are not. The Blue’s voice was a reassuring warmth in his head. But you should go join him. You did invite him here so both of you could have a good time.

Color high, he unclasped his hands and slipped past the others arriving and entering the Sands so that he could join Elrost at his side as the two drew nearer. Seng smiled slightly for B’lye too, inclining his head respectfully. “Wingsecond.” And then, because there was no point in acting coy, he linked his arm with Elrost’s though he was still blushing, voice pitched low. “You look very nice.”

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Re: An Evening’s Drinks and Betting [ 22.6.2590 / 8PM ] || Event
« Reply #14 on: May 22, 2017, 08:15:20 PM »
Elrost couldn't help but feel happy about how naturally Seng just fit in beside him, linking their arms together, so he planted a kiss on the bluerider's cheek. Chaste perhaps, but a definite public display of affection.

"Thank you." He said softly, enough so that it was for Seng's ears alone. "I expect we shall meet again Wingsecond," he said, bowing his head respectfully, "It was a pleasure." But Elrost wanted to focus all of his attention on Seng right now, and they walked arm in arm into the hatching sands.

"You look great, Seng." Elrost said sincerely when they were out of earshot of the others, and the beastcrafter couldn't help but be a little surprised at just how truly large the clutch, and the eggs themselves were. He supposed that he'd seen his fair share of hatchings at Southern Winds before, but it was different seeing them from up in the stands, in comparison to standing next to them.

"So B'lye is an... interesting person. He seems to be quite well-informed."
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Re: An Evening’s Drinks and Betting [ 22.6.2590 / 8PM ] || Event
« Reply #15 on: May 22, 2017, 10:53:22 PM »
Wing activities, sming… mactivities. Or something. Not that Laimora planned to drink until she dropped (Daraneth would never allow it), but she yearned to let down her hair and party with the Weyr. The forlornness of the general living situation didn’t affect her as much as it may have others- mostly because she liked to pervasively live in ignorant bliss. No sense in dwelling on the terrible divide between Weyrfolk and the other residents of Fort Island.

Daraneth dropped her off at the entrance to the sands, then sat in the topmost ledges to watch, Thalia curled up in his outstretched paw. She was glad for his affection towards the flitter- and the young green seemed to adore him in return. At least Thalia would never lack for love.

The woman moved with unusual purpose, bowing before Halirina and Kalestath. Noting M’rek was nearby, she nodded to him, too- “Weyrwoman. Sir,” and now that the formalities were over, she flounced away, a great big smile on her face. Easy peasy.

It was sad to drink alone- but having a few sips was a different matter entirely. She helped herself to a cup of red, studying those who had already arrived. B’lye was making awkwardness a tangible thing- typical B’lye-fashion- and B’ron was there, and J’thir… ah, now there was a lovely lady, familiar in face but not in name. With the easy steps of someone who was entirely there for fun, she made her way over to @Iralye and sat down- close enough for conversation, but not enough to burst any personal bubbles. With a sip of her wine and an enthusiastic grin, Mora turned to her newfound neighbour and offered, in the way of introduction, “two marks on a surprise gold hatchling. I love impossible odds.” Although there was no glimmer of gold amongst the eggshells, Kalestath’s clutch seemed large and healthy. Plus- wasn't this the woman who shacked up with those brother-riders? Impossible indeed...

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Re: An Evening’s Drinks and Betting [ 22.6.2590 / 8PM ] || Event
« Reply #16 on: May 22, 2017, 11:50:05 PM »
Returning his hand to his crutches, B’lye nodded politely. Before he could carry on with lighter conversation, hopefully one that wasn’t as lost in translation, Seng’s arrival caught his eye. His expression was once again warmed with genuine happiness at how the two fit comfortably together, reddened cheeks or no. But he had definitely outstayed his welcome and it was probably time to botherentertain someone else.

“Ah, good evening S’eng! Strapping young man you’ve got here, I hope the two of you enjoy the rest of your evening,” he said with a smile as he returned Elrost’s head inclination, before heading off in search of someone better acquainted with his sense of humour. Spying a traitorous Brown rider a little way off, B’lye turned himself in that direction.

B’lye always moved slow, not because he needed to, roughly two decades on crutches meant he was certainly adept at getting around in them, but because there was rarely need to hurry. And it allowed him to eavesdrop without being too obvious, and gauge the atmosphere of the people around him in case intervention was needed, and be waylaid by those who needed to speak to him but weren’t so used to crowds (which occasionally happened for Mountain riders), and to be honest, just because he enjoyed taking his time.

Whilst absorbing the chatter of those around him, he noted his daughter off to the side, being engaged by another rider. Another rider his daughter would usually steer herself away from. With a conspirator’s grin, he detoured his way towards the pair, though he wouldn’t stay to chat.

He knew the Blue rider, of course, though not personally. An energetic woman from Beach. Given his daughter liked to keep to her own Wing, it was likely that this conversation wouldn’t last long but he couldn’t blame Laimora for trying. He would be the first to say he had indeed produced attractive children.

As he made it to the pair, he bent to Iralye’s ear and whispered so that Laimora wouldn’t be able to hear, “play nice dear, and you look lovely.” Before turning and inclining his head to Laimora, “Apologies for interrupting Laimora, just needed to steal Iralye’s ear for a moment. You have a lovely evening.” Turning quickly away before he could be snared into the conversation as well, he moved on to find the Weyrsecond.

Detouring slightly to bow to Halirina and Kalestath, he didn’t want to bore the two with conversation just yet, they would have to deal with many an inane greeting at the beginning of the night, so he merely bowed and continued on.

Finding X’kis, set his crutches under one arm and bowed as low as he could. Taking a mockingly serious facial expression, which wouldn’t hold for long, he began. “Good evening Weyrsecond. Lovely to see you grace the common rabble with your presence. Do you plan on joining in with the baser festivities and bet your marks against a lowly Green rider?”

As expected, the face really didn’t hold for long and B’lye was smiling by the end of it. Clapping the man on the back, he added under his breath, “it’s good to see you old friend, although I still reserve the right to laugh if you want to complain about paperwork.”




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Re: An Evening’s Drinks and Betting [ 22.6.2590 / 8PM ] || Event
« Reply #17 on: May 29, 2017, 10:31:55 AM »
Oriath was a sucker for sweet-talk, and everyone knew it; Leremith always knew just what to say, and the gold back on her ledge hummed satisfaction that she made sure her mate felt. As the human side of the equation, Vanelwynne was as amused as she ever was, but her focus was mostly away from her dragon and on a  determination to keep B'ron in reasonably good spirits.

It wasn't seeming hard, just then, and she gave him a bright smile as she linked her arm with his and hopped down to the sand. Her own gown wasn't as nice as she might have wished it to be, back in the days before everything was scarce and she wouldn't have had to wear a repeat, but it was elegant and long, a pale blue, formal without being showstopping. It was still Halirina's party, and not hers. She was enthusiastic support for everyone ... except maybe S'bok.

"Thank you," she said earnestly, heartfelt rather than cloying. "Someday, maybe you'll consider a white tunic, it would be even more handsome." That was playful, but she still gave his outfit an appreciative glance. Boring, sure, but appropriate and attractive still. Shrug off her comments about white tunics.

She cast a glance out at the group, trying to place who was where, and noticed the end of the exchange of B'lye with Elrost and Seng; she liked Seng, and tried to stifle a smile at figuring out what that might all be about.

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Re: An Evening’s Drinks and Betting [ 22.6.2590 / 8PM ] || Event
« Reply #18 on: May 29, 2017, 06:46:37 PM »
Rohbarth was curled up on the grass, enjoying the evening sun shining on his hide as D'zel returned from the baths. "Alright, I'm going to go do the pleasantries thing and go drink myself silly. You have fun spying on the younglings." After getting dressed, he made his way over to the hatching sands where everyone else was gathered and drinking.

As always, he respectfully acknowledged the senior pair before heading over to the table. "Good evening, Weyrwoman, Weyrleader. I hope you are both well."

As he got his drink, he scanned the room for someone to bother for the remainder of the evening. Chuckling to himself after finding his targets, he ambled over to the pair. " X'kis, B'lye. I trust you two are doing well. And if you aren't, here's to feeling better here soon."

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Re: An Evening’s Drinks and Betting [ 22.6.2590 / 8PM ] || Event
« Reply #19 on: June 04, 2017, 06:16:16 PM »
Seng’s blush only deepened when Elrost kissed him on the cheek, though he wasn’t displeased by the display in the least. Rather, it made his heart flutter warmly to have the Herder so visibly expressing his affection for him, and even Forrikenth purred in his head, pleased that his rider had crossed the initial hurdle of awkwardness for the evening. Now that his arm was linked with Elrost, what was there to be awkward about?

He tried not to think about later in the evening.

“I look underdressed compared to you,” he confessed with a chagrined, shy smile. “You look amazing, Elrost. And I feel now like I should have worn my leathers.”

The fact that he felt comfortable enough to admit that was no insignificant thing. Usually, Seng didn’t like telling other people when things made him uneasy. But he felt like… Elrost would understand. Obviously, the other man had gone through no small trouble to make sure he looked proper for the evening. Maybe he would forgive Seng for not looking quite as impressive.

As he led him inside, Seng steered them toward the table of refreshments near to the edge of the Sands. He wasn’t much of a big drinker himself, and didn’t think Elrost really was ever, but it was part of the spirit of the evening. Only reluctantly did he disentangle his arm from his companions so that he could pour a drink for each of them.

“Yes. Yes, he is.” The Blue rider chuckled softly and handed a small glass of wine to Elrost. “He makes a point to know everything going on in the weyr. I should have known you attending would get his attention. I’m sorry if he made you uncomfortable.” The last sentence was almost murmured. Probing questions were just B’lye’s way, after all, but someone with more Crafter-aligned sensibilities might have found them rude.

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Re: An Evening’s Drinks and Betting [ 22.6.2590 / 8PM ] || Event
« Reply #20 on: June 14, 2017, 03:55:14 PM »
R’sin was late. Some might say fashionably late, if concern about being fashionable was something the Jungle Wingleader would ever consider. It was nothing so vain as that, simply what it always was with R’sin. Weyr and duty. And tonight it had been finishing Wing transfer request reports and hunting reports for S’bok. Could they have waited until after training session tomorrow morning? Probably. But he wasn’t going to leave any opening for any remarks from the child Weyrleader about unfinished work. He wanted to thoroughly enjoy his night.
 
And contrary to what most might think, R’sin was a hedonist at heart and he, as much as the next guy did enjoy having fun. The Rider’s Bet was one of the few times he felt he could relax and have fun.
 
He was dressed nice, but simple, in beige cotton tunic that hung loose with the buttons at the collar undone making the cord that hung around his neck and the worn mark dangling from it visible and soft brown breeches. The was one mark he’d not be betting tonight. His hair was still slightly damp from bathing in a hurry to get here.
 
R’sin greeted Halirina and Kalestath with a respectful bow as he entered and he grabbed a drink, surveying the crowd. Like M’rek he hadn’t expected to see many nonriders and he was pleased that his expectations were met. Faranth help whoever stirred up trouble tonight and ruined his time to relax.
 
When he saw X’kis and B’lye chatting he made a decision to move in their direction. Perhaps it would be a good idea to talk more with the Weyr’s newest Weyrsecond.
 
“Evening boys,” he greeted, a far more relaxed demeanor than most people ever saw from the Jungle Wingleader and probably a side of him no one outside these Bets had ever seen.

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Re: An Evening’s Drinks and Betting [ 22.6.2590 / 8PM ] || Event
« Reply #21 on: June 19, 2017, 06:03:36 PM »
At B’lye’s beeline, X’kis found himself smiling ever so slightly, and having to hide the expression behind his cup, sipping as if to say the amusement was for the wine itself and not the serious set to his friend’s face as he hobbled on over. “Evening Wingsecond. Wouldn’t miss an opportunity to take your marks even with thread falling.” He responded in an equally serious tone, though the amusement to his face would have been hard for the nosey fool to miss.

He did end up chuckling himself as B’lye dropped the façade. It was definitely easier to act like they kept eachother at an arms-length away when they were simply exchanging letters, and even then the content was rarely any more serious than what one would expect from two old friends. B’lye was nothing if not a bad influence when it came to keeping business business while still having a bit of a laugh on the side.

“I definitely don’t envy the person who catches Imyth when she next rises, but it will not be so bad for just one turn.” He laughed in response to the paperwork comment, though truth be told the next person wouldn’t have the backlog created when the previous weyrsecond had been demoted.

As was the way, he did not have much time to jest with B’lye as he would like, with D’zel approaching and offering a brief toast to be joined soon after by R’sin. If X’kis had thought to return to the formalities that he felt suited the company, the Jungle Wingleader’s relaxed demeanor swayed him against the idea, releasing the muscles he had tensed in anticipation of a more formal conversation thanks to the new company and inwardly greatful for it.

“Weyrlingmaster and Wingleader. What a pleasure to see you this evening. Here to steal some of B’lye’s marks as well? Between the three of us I don’t think he’s got much of a chance to hold onto them for long.” He chuckled, comfortable in his knowledge that B’lye, at least, would take no offence to the good natured ribbing. He was notorious for losing marks at the bet, so it was a fair call at the very least.

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Re: An Evening’s Drinks and Betting [ 22.6.2590 / 8PM ] || Event
« Reply #22 on: June 19, 2017, 08:49:17 PM »
Ugh. Vanelwynne trying to update his wardrobe. "Why do I need to look good when I have someone as beautiful as you standing next to me?" At least she was pretty, she wasn't the Weyrwoman, but she was a good substitute for the time being.

Better than that little snip Eimerra and the nearly mute Nalata.

Other than that, he was quiet, not quite the best conversationalist when it came to small talk, and he had pretty much exhausted that for the night. The clutch was far bigger than it should have been, without the Queen, and he was concerned over the potential appearance of more mutations. If the clutch did indeed produce new colours, it would seem inevitable from then on.

They had to prepare for it in any case, O'sir had been stricter with his instructions, making sure all the candidates would know what to do if more Reds starting trampling across the sands, there had only been 3 last time, surely they could handle that again?

"A drink?" He asked Vanelwynne, as he turned to see whom was in the hatching sands tonight, and whom would be the least annoying to deal with for the time he was obliged to be there.

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Re: An Evening’s Drinks and Betting [ 22.6.2590 / 8PM ] || Event
« Reply #23 on: June 19, 2017, 09:02:44 PM »
Iralye glanced sideways at the woman, these bets were always sort of useless, they bet with a currency which had no use or meaning anymore, and therefore, paved the way for ridiculous and wasteful bets such as this one.

She almost wanted to decline for the principle of it, a) that the bluerider was approaching her in the first place, and b) that it seems like a complete throw away of the marks.

But Iralye didn't, for some reason, she was in a good mood, that wouldn't temper the sarcasm of her remark. "Ah yes, why would I decline a bet that I know I'm going to win? You're on."

At her father's approach, she rolled her eyes, and threw a small piece of bread at his retreating back, nailing him right in the centre, but it was so small, he probably wouldn't feel the impact. Of course she looked nice, but that didn't mean she had to play nice.

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Re: An Evening’s Drinks and Betting [ 22.6.2590 / 8PM ] || Event
« Reply #24 on: June 30, 2017, 12:03:01 AM »
"You look great Seng, if anything I'm probably overdressed, I wasn't entirely sure what I was supposed to be wearing." He smiled down at the bluerider on his arm, "I think we make a great pair."

He allowed himself to be steered towards the refreshment table and took the time to examine the hatching grounds as he did so. Whilst Elrost had attended a few of the hatchings in his time at Southern Winds, beyond a distant view of the proceedings, he hadn't had much time to actually examine the location. During hatchings, there was far too much to pay attention to than the natural architecture of the place.

Taking a sip of the wine, not particularly enjoying it, but being wanting to be involved in the excitement of the night, none the less.

"Don't worry about it." After calming down a little bit, Elrost had been able to review the situation and really wasn't offended. "If he knows everything, I wouldn't blame him for wanting to uphold that reputation." He patted Seng's hand to make the rider to make sure he really was convinced that it was fine.
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