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Post by Kisha-Ra on Dec 1, 2009 16:44:05 GMT -5
Darya’s hand closed on her glass and lifted it. Empty, she noted with an expression of mild distaste. She should probably fill it again but somehow she couldn’t be bothered. She should probably be rather drunk too but she didn’t seem to be able to be bothered with that either. Over a full skin of wine, decent wine rather than the stuff that smelled just about good enough to wash socks in, lay like liquid metal in her belly, sullen refusing to fulfil its function in life and leave her utterly sloshed. She was thinking about asking for her money back.
Maybe drinking hadn’t been the right vice to fall back on, she considered briefly, staring at the empty glass in her hand. She was sure she could have found a pretty little blossom boy (or girl, Darya wasn’t fussy, but people could be so protective over their daughters) to seduce. Being a dragonrider did give her a certain glamour that counterbalanced her age a little, and she could always fall back on getting someone drunk. Her own thoughts prompted her to snort quietly, when did she become old? It wasn’t like she was that old, she just looked older because everyone else was so young. What happened to them all, her weyrling class, and the few that came before and after? Those drudges and crafters who she used to wind up and who used to wind her up in return? What happened to everyone older than her? To everyone she used to know? All gone. Perhaps then, it was appropriate that she was here, missing them, at a celebration for the dead.
The corner of her eye itched, and, when she raised a hand to rub at it Darya was mildly surprised to find her eyes were filled with tears. She scrubbed at them furiously, hoping no one had seen, it was bad enough being lonely, without having everyone at the gather know she was upset about it, too. She’d get over it soon enough, she was just tired, or something, probably something.
With slightly drier eyes, Darya scanned the crowds for something to distract her, preferably something that was happening to someone she could laugh at. If laughing at someone else’s expense didn’t cheer her up, what could? Well it had better; it was a bit too early for her midlife crisis, maybe in a turn or so…
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Post by dragon on Dec 1, 2009 17:05:24 GMT -5
When that elbow came up as she wiped at her face and scrubbed at her eyes, Darya soon found that her elbow had soon also been seized, and she was being dragged up out of her seat, sending her woefully empty glass tumbling across the table to roll toward someone else's unsuspecting cup of chips. "Come on, then. There are better things to do around here than that!" Emoyan balanced her just a bit until she got her feet back under her, and then promptly led her away from the table and the allure of booze toward something far more interesting to do in the gather.
"Do you know how to dance? I need a dancer." He remarked, cheerfully to the dragonrider. "Surely you can sing!" Over his shoulder was slung his gitar, as he surely hadn't left it behind when he'd managed to get a ride to the gather. It was nice, to get out of the Weyr and do something besides herd young people around like a flock of cats. Of course, he'd yet to use the gitar, as he'd spent far more time sampling the wares of most of the booths that were serving food items. Which was part of why he wasn't looking to sing, himself – he'd gummed up his singing voice by eating far too many sweet and sticky things.
Besides. She looked like she needed the company, something to do, and some serious cheering up. What better way to do that than actually get involved in something? "I'll buy you a pie." He promised.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Dec 1, 2009 17:47:23 GMT -5
Darya made a futile grab after her glass as she was summarily hauled onto her feet, an action which only led to her wobbling precariously on her feet and having to cling to Emoyan to stay upright, was it possible that wine was stronger than she thought? ‘I disagree, I left the best part of a skin back there.’ Darya argued automatically as she was led through the crowds. She supposed she could break away and return to her wine but the simple truth of the matter was that Emoyan’s cheer shamed her slightly, she’d been sniffing (involuntarily she would insist) over those she’d touched but briefly and here was the man who was once E’yan and was now without his dragon, having a good time. The thought threatened to set the tears Darya so despised off again for a moment so she bit her lip until they gave up and did her best to pay attention to what Emoyan was saying.
‘Oh please.’ Darya snorted, slightly amused by the notion of her dancing. ‘People would pay you to stop me dancing I think. I’m fairly bad, besides I look like I should be sent a little boat full of wishes right now. Getting a black shirt was not one of my better ideas.’ It was true that the dark colour did only serve to emphasise her paleness, and equally true that Darya rarely cared about such things. ‘And you have a good enough singing voice yourself Emoyan. I note you have your gitar, so you can sing for yourself. My voice could probably kill a feline at fifty paces, I seriously couldn’t carry a tune if it had handles. I could recite a humorous poem if you like, or tell off colour jokes.’ Darya tried not to look too much like she wished she hadn’t let that offer escape, she had a feeling her idea of humour would be more offensive than entertaining to most holders, especially if sexual jokes were involved, might be fun to make a whole crowd blush though. A wicked grin flashed across Darya’s face at that thought.
Darya chuckled outright at the way she was being offered sweets like a little girl. ‘It’ll take than a pie to get me to sing and dance Emoyan. The wine’s bound to go my head sooner or later, and then you can just tell me it’s a good idea. I’ll believe you then.’ The bluerider’s voice was starting to gain a note of humour, and she did immediately orientate on the smell of pies despite herself.
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Post by dragon on Dec 3, 2009 0:10:28 GMT -5
He'd expected an answer like that, really, so Emoyan wasn't terribly put off by her scoffing answer. Truthfully, the way she was leaning so heavily on his arm, Emoyan feared that if he let go of her she'd fall flat on her face and not move again for a few days, regardless of being trampled into the mud. "Well, we'll just see. You look like you're about ready to set sail already." He tried to prop her up on her feet a bit better, but that didn't seem to work terribly well.
"I could sing for myself, sure." Emoyan quipped. "If I wanted to sound like I was dying of drowning in the process." He opened his throat and said 'ahhhh', creating a really horrible bubbly sound, just to make the point. But more to see what she'd say. She really looked like she needed her mind moved on to something other than what she'd been thinking about, so he was more than willing to help out and lend a hand. Er ... maybe a shoulder too. "Careful there."
"I have to give you that bit about the shirt." He agreed. "Tell ya what. Let's go find you something fancier and then you can dance and sing for me." Maybe no one would notice the occasional off color joke in the middle of her song? Oh well, the whole point of the gather was to have fun, and if that was how she had fun, so be it! "I can get you a bucket that has handles?" He offered, trying to poke fun and maybe get her to do something besides frown.
Ah, but at last she did! Though he had no idea what evil thoughts she was thinking to get that grin on her face. "Two pies, then?" he chuckled. "I am not buying you anything even vaguely alcoholic, I'm afraid. If I did, you're really set sail on me. Then what? I'd have to find another pretty lady to sing and dance for me. And that's such a bother, you know? These guys, they get all offended, see, and think I'm trying to steal their dates. Which really so is not true. It's really hard to find a pretty lady with no date dragging her around, you know that? I lucked out when I found you sitting there all by yourself like that. You were all by yourself, weren't you? Oh well, if you weren't, he'll be able to find you when you start singing!" Emoyan rattled, teasing her with every word he uttered.
Though truthfully, he wasn't going to make her sing or dance or anything if she didn't want to. He just wasn't that mean. He was serious about a few of the things he'd said though, steering her to where she could pick out a shirt that she liked that wasn't so dark. If she picked out another black one, he'd throw it across the Gather just for the fun of it, he was sure. Or at least across the booth. If he threw it across the Gather he'd have to pay for it...
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Dec 3, 2009 15:25:23 GMT -5
Darya snorted again, winced slightly at the rather awful bubbling sound, and shook her head slightly. ‘I suspect you of making that noise on purpose to try and guilt me into singing.’ She accused. While she was trying to come up with a witty quip to put her back on top, she suddenly stumbled and draped an arm around Emoyan’s shoulders to keep herself balanced. Okay apparently the wine hadn’t affected her thoughts any but it had affected her coordination. ‘Sorry about this Emoyan, all that alcohol seems to have gone directly to my feet rather than doing anything to my mind. I know you don’t mind though, if you were embarrassed to be seen with me you wouldn’t have hauled me off my bench.’
Darya looked slightly miffed that Emoyan was agreeing with her, it would have been quite nice if he’d diplomatically denied the glaring truth of her corpse like appearance, so she could mock him for his apparent blindness as well, of course. Something fancier? Well it did sound like he was serious about getting her to help with the entertaining, though he’d soon change his mind, Darya considered, although if that was just how his voice sounded she might actually be better. A bucket? Darya raised an eyebrow inquiringly. ‘What’s that for? I can’t carry a tune in a bucket either, or is that for other people?’ Darya chuckled slightly as if her rather nonsensical comment was amusing.
‘Now I think you’re making fun of me. You clearly couldn’t find a real woman to sing and dance for you and had to take what was left over. You just saw me drinking and thought I’d be amiable to the suggestion, and when that failed you tried bribery by pies, you wicked man. You knew if you failed with persuasion, pies would work. As for all the irate loverboys lying in wait around the corners to beat the stuffing out of you, well I’m hardly likely to be able to protect you, unless you’re planning to use me as shield. Besides, you probably did charm their girls away from them with that pretty face of yours, or maybe you just yanked them up and dragged them off with you as well.’ Darya chattered away, occasionally making gestures with her free hand, the other was still wrapped around Emoyan, who was playing a greater part in keeping Darya vertical than she would have liked to admit.
Noticing she’d been steered over to the weavers stall, although she was hoping for the pies first, Darya unwrapped her arm from Emoyan, and concentrated on moving her feet in the right order for a few steps. Something fancy, he’d said, Darya recalled looking at the shirts on offer, there was a black shirt with silver detail that Darya was very attracted to, but the idea was to replace her black shirt so she didn’t look so much like a walking corpse. There was red and gold in the same design but she didn’t like that as much, something pale pink and floaty was sneered at on general principles. Maybe she should just fall back on wearing blue, she did look reasonable in it and there was a rather nice deep blue shirt there, with a different silver pattern from the black shirt. She picked up the shirt and turned to Emoyan, holding the garment against her body for his approval. ‘What do you think of this one? I like that black one as well, but the whole point of this is to get me out of my black shirt so I’d better not choose another black one to replace it.’ Darya flashed a grin to show that had been a joke, mostly.
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Post by dragon on Dec 4, 2009 0:57:28 GMT -5
"Ah, well, no body is perfect." He defended, before his hold on her arm was completely obliterated by her suddenly throwing said arm over him and practically crashing into him. He staggered sideways at the unexpected load, but recovered quickly. Rather feeling that her grip was rather more or less ... rather less ... secure than it needed to be, he tried again to hang onto her and keep her upright and moving in a general steady direction. Snaking an arm around her middle, Emoyan held onto her despite the decidedly awkward nature of the situation. But ... if he'd grabbed her anywhere else it would most undoubtedly made her squeal. Or worse. "Nah, I'm not to easy to embarrass, nope. I do, after all, get up in front of people and open my mouth after all." He pointed out, rather convinced more of that drink had gone to her head than she was thinking.
"What's a bucket for? Well, you put things in it. Usually whatever will fit." He responded, deliberately yanking her chain and sidestepping the whole issue of her singing ability - or lack there of. "Handles make it easier to move from point A to point B. See? You can give it to other people, if you want, but I wouldn't expect what you put in it to still be there by the time you got the bucket back." Absurd, the whole conversation was. But it was amusing at the same time, as it was all he could do to not laugh outright at her. She was drunk, there was no doubt about it. Because he was pretty sure she didn't normally say such things.
"You mean you're a fake woman?" He countered. "Well, gee, if I had known that, I might have left you to drool into your mug...." Emoyan laughed, then, unable to help himself. "Shoulda taken the hint from the blue strands there." Teasing her, he definitely was. "I never make fun of anybody." He fibbed. "It's a dangerous game, that. But, hey. If you're volunteering to be a shield ..." Shrugging a bit with his free shoulder, he tried to set her better on her own feet. Even when a body wasn't drunk, hanging off of a taller person's shoulder and trying to walk was no easy task. "I don't often grab people and drag them around, just so you know." He defended, with a chuckle.
She seemed inclined to stay on her own feet now, as she made her own way into the stall. Emoyan stayed where he was, more or less out of the way while he watched. It did not escape his attention that she gravitated toward yet another black shirt before moving on. "You know, if you want to wear something that dark, you should try to get a tan or something." He pointed out, mildly. When she held up the blue shirt, he nodded approval. "That looks nice." Emoyan agreed. "Have you ever tried a brown color, though? They aren't all drab, you know." Though, he was fairly partial to blue, himself, for many reasons. More reasons than he cared to get into.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Dec 5, 2009 18:23:45 GMT -5
Darya ignored both the arm that snaked around to support her and Emoyan’s totally unnecessary explanation on the myriad uses of a bucket. She did seem to need the support of the first at the moment, and the second was obviously designed to wind her up, she wasn’t so drunk she didn’t know what a bucket was for but she had a feeling that if she tried to explain that she’d end up giving Emoyan more ammunition to use against her.
Darya merely chuckled softly at the teasing. ‘Of course I’m not a real woman, I’m a long-term closet cross dresser but my secret appears to be out now. And you do make fun of people. You’re a tease Emoyan and you enjoy it.’ Darya didn’t notice the unintentional double meaning there so she made no effort to rephrase herself at all. Instead she raised an eyebrow at Emoyan. ‘Oh you don’t? For some reason I had the impression that you did. In my experience that’s the only way you can get someone to go around with you.’ Of course Darya’s whole experience consisted of one incident, so it was possible she was being unfair to Emoyan. However Darya decided firmly that she just didn’t care.
For a change Darya made a disparaging sound. An image of people running away screaming somehow managed to get to the forefront of her mind when she considered sunbathing. Plus it seemed such a waste of time; she’d leave the basking to Azrath. ‘A tan? What’s that again?’ The comment was hardly the height of wit but it Emoyan know she was still listening.
‘Nope.’ Darya answered with a cheerful grin, she’d never considered brown shirts for a moment of her life. Although now he mentioned it there was rather nice one over there… Darya practically bounced, or at least tried to, it was actually more like a stumble, over and snatched it up. Then a grin crossed her face as an idea hit her at the speed of alcohol, and she wandered over to one of the women dealing with business matters.
A furtively whispered conversation and a substantial amount of marks later Darya wandered back over to Emoyan with her new shirts under her arm. ‘Come on, I want pies now. You’d better feed me before I pass out and sleep through the rest of the gather. You don’t want that. They need a little time to get things sorted out for me, well more than a little, so you’re stuck with me for a while.’ Darya added mysteriously, doing her best to tug Emoyan in the direction of the promised pies as she spoke.
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Post by dragon on Dec 6, 2009 1:37:41 GMT -5
"You're the most successful and best-looking crossdresser I have ever seen in my entire life." Emoyan mentioned, with all seriousness in his tone. He wondered what it was she was up to when she started scheming with the stall owner, though, but didn't pry. Instead he stood still, silent, and polite as she staggered around fondling shirts and for all appearances giggling at the vendor.
"A tan," Emoyan started, just to be a helpful pain, "is darkened skintone acquired by spending time in the rays of Rukbat. But just the right amount, as too much results in a rash." He nodded firmly, mouth drawn into a taught line before the expression broke and he grinned. He didn't know what Darya was like sober, but she sure was silly when drunk.
When she came back his direction, his brows rose quite a bit up his forehead at what she said. "Pies?" He asked. "I only promised one, now. Not fair trying to cajole a bunch more out of my poor purse." Laughing, he took a hold of her arm to make sure she didn't flop right over when he did start walking, in the direction she indicated. "You're in an awful hurry. I don't think you're in that much danger of passing out any time soon." Emoyan didn't have the vaguest idea where the nearest pie vendor was, but it wasn't hard to figure out, really. The smell was something of legends, and not that hard to follow. Especially not when people started wandering around carrying pies in their hands.
"What kind of pie do you want?" He asked, setting her down at a handy table, instead of trying to get her through the crowd of overexcited youths that were clamoring for pie. "And no, that's not permission to pass out." Came the inevitable teasing remark.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Dec 7, 2009 16:12:50 GMT -5
‘Of course I am darling, that’s because I’ve never bothered padding myself out with socks, it looks far too unrealistic.’ In fact when she first realised she was doomed to be highly under endowed in the breast department she had tried padding her breastband out with various things, but discarded all of them as looking silly, and in any case she wasn’t going to mention the dark ages right now. ‘I was obviously born to be a female impersonator.’ She added cheerfully.
Darya rolled her eyes, apparently one upped again by the harper. Maybe engaging in a contest of wits after drinking wine was a bad idea. In fact it was definitely a bad idea, first buckets, now tans, she was doing really badly now. There was possibly no way to redeem herself, short of coming up with something that would leave Emoyan totally speechless, but that seemed to be pretty unlikely.
An outright laugh answered Emoyan’s raised eyebrows. ‘Why yes, pies. It’s going to take more than one pie to soak up all this booze you know.’ Darya did her best to look insipidly sweet for a moment but since it looked (and felt) very unnatural on her face she allowed it to drop after only a few moments. ‘Come ooon. I want pieee.’ Darya persisted in trying to haul Emoyan along, even though he was already walking in the right direction. If she hadn’t been held back, as well as prevented from stumbling all over the place Darya might well have vanished into the crowd around the pie vendor’s stall at high speed.
Apparently she was being left at a table, which suited Darya quite well since her feet still weren’t responding to everything she told them. She folded more or less gracefully into a chair, or at least ended up on the chair instead of on the ground. ‘Redfruit, definitely redfruit.’ Darya nodded, certain on that issue. As for the comment Darya just poked her tongue out at Emoyan, opting for immaturity rather than cutting remarks.
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Post by dragon on Dec 7, 2009 21:59:28 GMT -5
"I can agree with that." Emoyan answered, soberly. Socks ... yitch. "Redfruit it is, then. You stay right here. If you're not here when I get back, I promise I'll eat it all myself and you won't get a bite of it." He promised her, before making his way back toward the vendor and through the crowd of short people. As soon as it was humanly possible and still not be overtly rude about it, Emoyan managed to secure a fresh (but not scalding) pie, a bowl of cream, and a pitcher of milk. Juggling these, he made his way back through the press of people. Once free of any danger of getting his prizes randomly spilled by a random bump, he adopted his usual easy rolling stroll.
Once he reached the table where Darya was sitting, Emoyan slid the pie onto the table before her, before chasing it with the cream and milk. "There you go, a feast fit for a Lord's lady." he grinned, and settled in across the table from her. "Assuming, you are, of course, a lady. If you're not, then I'll just have to take it all away and go find a real lady to wow." He teased, mercilessly. "Can't have fake ladies wandering around, you know." Emoyan nodded with mock seriousness before grinning again.
Before he could quite realize what had happened, though, there was a little green flash across the top of the table that arced upward in a graceful swan dive before splashing down spectacularly in the bowl of cream. Emoyan blinked first, then groaned and slapped a hand over the bowl, trapping Skink in the cream before she could dart back out and start leaving trails of cream all over the place. "Sorry about that."
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Dec 11, 2009 6:28:37 GMT -5
Darya sat tapping out a little rhythm on the tabletop and deciding exactly where to carve her name into the wood. Emoyan returned just a few minutes too late, just after she finished the second a. With surprising coordination, considering her inebriation she swept up the absolutely amazing smelling pie from the table and nibbled on the edge of it.
‘What are you going to check?’ Darya flashed a grin and wink. ‘Because if you are let me fetch a couple of pairs of socks first, and finish the pie.’ Darya nibbled cautiously at the pie again, wary of hot fruit juices. ‘Of course if you think you can find someone to wow with a half eaten pie, you go right ahead. And a lady at that, setting you sights rather high there aren’t you?’ Darya’s free hand was snaking across the table to prod Emoyan when something green caught her eye.
The streak of green scampered across the table, leapt, and landed with an almighty splash in the as yet ignored bowl of cream. Darya grinned, amused by Emoyan’s reaction to the salamandyr (presumably his). ‘It’s not that important, and the look on your face more than makes up for the loss of the cream.’ She assured him, generously, still grinning. ‘At least your salamandyr only causes ordinary chaos. Mine’s obsessed with chasing firelizards, any he can find. It gets a bit distracting.’ Inwardly Darya winced, maybe that wine was going to her head after all, that was quite high on the all time list of things she didn’t want to say.
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Post by dragon on Dec 13, 2009 13:39:18 GMT -5
Emoyan eyed the engraving on the table top, and lifted one brow. "Immortalized already, are we?" he queried, as he leaned elbows on the edge of the self same table. She seemed to like the pie well enough ... but between the wine and the pie, all that sweet pouring into her system, he'd be surprised if she could stand up again before tomorrow. Or the day after. Sliding the bowl of cream toward himself, he lifted one side of his hand to peek under. When a little green face appeared in that hole, he promptly put his hand back down, earning a disgruntled chirp from the bowl.
He lifted a brow at her again, though, when she started talking about checking for lady-ship. At her grin, he couldn't help but chuckle, himself. "Sorry, I don't know how to check for status. They all look the same to me. Other than Holdwomen having more meat on their bones, generally, than ladies." Emoyan shrugged. "But, hey, you have something there! A Lady wouldn't want a half eaten pie, pointing her out right nicely, now won't she?" With a mischievous glint, he swiped the pie right out of her unsuspecting hands, and then offered it to her again, just to see if she was, indeed, a Lady. Even though he knew quite well that wouldn't work - she'd take it anyway. It was her pie. It was a mean prank, or joke, or whatever it was, but in her state, he doubted she'd notice.
"I can see why that would be distracting, yes. Sure keeps you from being bored, I'm sure." Emoyan commented, before it occurred to him just how many flitters there were around ... fully half of them green. The thought of which made him grimace. Yes, he was quite glad he didn't have that problem. It would be most distracting from getting anything accomplished at all. "Have you tried locking him in a box for awhile?" He suggested, helpfully.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Dec 13, 2009 14:56:46 GMT -5
Darya looked down at the angular letters carved in the wood and shrugged. ‘I was bored.’ She replied as if it didn’t really matter. ‘But immortality sounds good too. As long as everyone else gets to be immortal too, or at least everyone I like. I’d hate to spend forever with everyone I hate.’ Darya paused and frowned as she reviewed her sentence to decide if it had, in fact, made any sense. She decided it must have done, because she still knew what she meant.
‘Are you intending to keep that salamandyr trapped in there forever?’ She suddenly inquired, distracted from her previous, rather morose line of thought by the chirp that emerged from the bowl. However she was distracted (again!) by considering the question Emoyan unwittingly posed.
After some thought Darya shrugged again. ‘I wonder why that is? I would have thought it would be the other way around. Ladies should be able to afford all the food they can eat, and never have to work for it. I guess they just spend all their marks on tacky jewels and things. What are you doing with my pie?’ Darya’s voice became noticeably more focused as she predictably snatched her pie back out of Emoyan’s grasp. Then as she realised the joke inherent in her actions she laughed. ‘Nope, definitely not a lady. I thought we already established that. Unless you were interested in a more through demonstration you’ll just have to take my word for it.’ Darya winked cheerfully and went back to nibbling at her pie.
Apparently Emoyan had realised exactly what Darya least wanted him to, judging by the expression on his face. ‘Distracting is the least of it, I normally end up battered and bruised, and practically everyone thinks I’m totally insane now. I managed to take a dive down the stairs and break my arm a while back. At least he hasn’t caught many.’ Darya really couldn’t imagine what kind of state she’d be in if Imp did catch more firelizards, it would probably involve head to toe plaster casts.
‘Nope, never tried locking him in a box, shutting him in cupboards and drawers yes, but my firelizard just fetches him out if she sees me do it.’ Darya pulled a face. ‘Honestly only I could get a salamandyr and firelizard who don’t take part in the dispute that seems to be going on between the two species. I’d better keep him with me when I get this new class of weyrlings that’s coming up, apparently they’re my problem. I’ll just have to hope none of them have green firelizards.’ They’d better not have or the entire class was going to be so doomed and she’d never be able to look anyone in the face again.
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Post by dragon on Dec 13, 2009 15:31:55 GMT -5
"Immortal individuals don't generally live longer, just so you know." Emoyan replied, before laughing. "But that is a good thought, too. Never want to be alone, I guess." He leaned on his free elbow, watching her. "Who do you prefer to keep company with?" He didn't know if he was going to get a straight forward answer to that, but being curious he couldn't help but ask. She seemed to get really loose with the tongue when she had had too much wine. But how much of it was entirely true was anyone's guess. Going by the things she'd said so far, Emoyan was willing to wager that most of it was.
"Who, Skink? Maybe." Emoyan admitted. "At least until I absolutely have to let her go. She's got food in there." A shrug and he peered at the bowl again. "She really is a troublesome creature. Making messes of anything she can reach is her specialty. As a point in case ... she recently managed to somehow ruin a whole lot of rather important documents for the Weyr leadership ... I am afraid they are still mad at me." He shrugged. "Apparently it was really important stuff. Try explaining that to Skink, though, and it'll only make her proud and more liable to go back to that place to do it again." If he didn't love the troublemaker so much, he'd pitch her over the waterfall in hopes of getting rid of her. But having acquired her so soon after losing Kindrith, he was rather attached to her.
Emoyan could only chuckle at her reaction to the pie being stolen and given back. That was just too funny ... so mean, but too funny. "You're alright. A tad drunk, but you're alright." And in knowing that she was, indeed, drunk, Emoyan refrained from provoking her. Who knew what it was she might do. Strip off all her clothes and dance on the table or something equally flashy. He wouldn't even have the excuse of having been drunk himself, afterward. Which might lead her to really detest him after she sobered up - and he wasn't here to make enemies. But neither was he going to partake of her inebriation. That was something he'd sworn off, because it was a dangerous thing for him to do. He liked wine ... and the last time he'd gotten into it, he'd been drunk for a solid week. The hangover from that had been absolutely awful, as had the realization that he was prone to climbing into the bottle when unhappy. "I'll take your word for it, ma'am." Emoyan assured her, before lifting his hand off the bowl and rooting around in the cream with his other hand in an attempt to catch Skink.
It didn't work. Skink not only got away, she trailed white cream the whole way, all the way across the table and down into Darya's lap, where she promptly wriggled around until she managed to make it inside the bluerider's shirt. A place she knew quite well that Emoyan would not chase her. Escape! Skink didn't understand why, but hers didn't ever mess with the persons of other people. Something she was completely happy to do. Especially when it meant she got to get away with something. So, trailing cool cream the whole way, she scooted around Darya's middle to the small of her back.
Skink was fast, that was all there was to it. And all the Candidatemaster could do was watch helplessly and grimace as the lizard made her way to her decided hiding spot. "Ehhhhh ..." He started, at a loss for words. Skink had also entirely distracted him from telling Darya that some of the youths did have flitters and what not ... and also from being surprised to hear she was going to be handling them. He hadn't known that she was now a Weyrlingmaster. That was the least of his concerns at the moment, though. All he could do was hope that Skink minded her manners ...
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Kisha-Ra
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Dec 13, 2009 16:54:03 GMT -5
‘That’s because most people only think they’re immortal. Dying’s when you find out you were wrong after all.’ For a brief moment as she spoke Darya’s eyes seemed to hold a world of sorrows, then she blinked and things went back to normal for a moment before her eyebrows drew together in a slight frown of thought. She did like some people but tended more towards being solitary, and in any case, she had a feeling most of the people she liked wouldn’t own up to even knowing her. ‘Can I have some more time to think about this?’ She asked. ‘I’m sure I’ll come up with a name or two soon, and maybe one of them will even admit to knowing me.’
Darya looked doubtfully at the bowl of cream and salamandyr. ‘True, but I don’t think cream would be that good for her. Plus she might just complain about it, and you’d have to listen.’ Either it was her rather nonsensical comment (yes Darya did tend to just say whatever came into her head when she’d been drinking) or something else that occurred to him but Emoyan did make an attempt to fish his salamandyr out of the bowl. A highly unsuccessful attempt.
Darya just had time to register the fugitive salamandyr making a beeline across the table for her before the creature was squirming up her shirt and around her middle. Apparently, Skink was very quick. Darya just sighed and looked at the mess that trailed across the table, down into her lap, and around her body with a raised eyebrow. ‘Well I do see what you mean about her making messes, she does seem to be rather good at it.’ Whatever retorts she’d had lined up for Emoyan’s other comments were lost in the distraction and since the cream was rather cold, and quite sticky, and currently dripping off of Skink and running down Darya’s back it was a pretty good distraction. ‘However I don’t quite know where to start in cleaning this up.’ She added, letting her eyes follow Skink’s path back towards Emoyan.
‘She deliberately did that for maximum difficulty in getting rid of her didn’t she?’ Darya asked of Emoyan before bending her arm around to poke at Skink. ‘I’m going to ignore you ‘mandyr. So it’s your own responsibility to make sure I don’t squash you when I fall over.’ She told Skink, the little beastie did deserve a fair warning after all. ‘Well unless you have a better suggestion than ignoring her for the moment.’ She added to Emoyan. ‘If you don’t then carry on with, um, whatever. I’ve forgotten what we were talking about.’
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