Drunken Weyrlord (Xanadu Weyr) - L'ren - May 15th, 2008

Xanadu Weyr - Caverns

A massive cavern in it's own right, this one has been skillfully adapted for human habitation. The high ceilings have been painted a light, soft ivory, as are the walls where numerous tapestries hang to provide brilliant color and insulation from the stone. The floor has been left in its natural state, pale pink granite speckled through with glittering mica and dark flecks of basalt, leveled carefully but kept sufficiently rough to avoid slips.

The cavern itself is loosely divided into areas, each one set up to be suitable for some segment of the Weyr's population. The most frequently occupied area, however, is the one near the Kitchens where tables of varying sizes provide a place to sit down and eat or chat and a buffet of consumables is almost always kept stocked. Its plain that on most days, this area wouldn't accommodate anywhere near the full population of the Weyr and equally plain that on such occasions when a formal meal is laid out, tables are appropriated from all the other areas.

A big fireplace is set into the wall near the Kitchens as well, several comfortable chairs nearby providing haunts for elderly residents or riders who like a good view of all that happens. Rugs cover the floor in strategic spots, all of them abstract or geometric in design and most in the softly neutral colors of undyed wool.

Exits lead off in all directions, a big archway the largest and that leading outside. Shallow stairs to the west lead to the offices and administration area while tunnels to the east lead to the infirmary, kitchen and resident's quarters. Southwards, a sloping tunnel leads down to the hot springs and southwest is a wide tunnel, carefully roped off to avoid accidents.


Offers are to be taken. And Ysa is no exception in taking any offer that's given, especially if it's that steak she was eyeing. She she moves in stab at a piece, hopefully cut already, for her to take with her. Her grin's a bit more toothy now when she glances up to him. "Probably. Like ya, I can't remember well." She puts the steak into her mouth, nearly melting as she enjoys it. "Mmm… that is good. Oh, it was wine, wasn't it?" She finally says, eyes lighting up. "Ya were a vintner, right?" That would definitely leave a good impression on her, as she grins and nods a bit. "Well, good to meet ya 'gain, N'kor. And I'll call ya that, just so we don't displease your lifemate."

R'miel heads into the living caverns. He's clearly looking for a bite to eat, since he doesn't even notice his weyrmate sitting at a table as he heads straight for the food. Meat rolls, tubers, pastries. Obviously this bronzer isn't a big fan of vegetables. Once he's got a nice steaming cup of klah and his plate assembled he looks out at the cavern for a place to sit. Finally spotting Ysa with someone who sort of looks familiar, he moves their way, taking a seat next to his weyrmate. "Hey there, beautiful," he says to Ysa, then turn to N'kor. "Hey man, how are you? You look familiar, but I can't place you…" He extends a hand to the weyrling. "R'miel, bronze Arinith's rider."

The weyrling has a smirk on his face for when she reaches to accept his offer, slicing a couple good chunks off for her pleasure - might as well, one bite was never enough. He wags his fork slightly, "Told you it was good," a subsequent laugh fills the space with amusement. The woman's following words make him nod, "Was - Am," he notes with an uplifted brow, "It'll be a good business now with a dragon to help me. Especially a big lad like he is." The man is not to be faulted - he's a goal in mind even after impression, no fantasy about what he's going to do - he already knows. A vintner's life after all, fit hand in had with a bronzer's. The man's smirk doesn't leave him as he watches another rider take seat up beside Ysa, adding to the woman before R'miel offers his own greeting, "Ahh. He's an easy one to quell. He just thinks the name is proper - anything else isn't suitable." Then, a turn to R'miel, a subtle lift off his chair as he offers a hand across the length to shake with the other bronzer, "Ah. R'miel," he nods his head, "it's N'kor now, as I was telling this charming lady," a wink tossed at Ysa as N'kor regains his seat, "You should have the steak—" an offered suggestion to R'miel who has picked meatrolls instead.

L'ren sheds his jacket as he enters, folding it over one arm. He's moving at a decent pace, like he has somewhere important to be. Well, that is, until he gets near the center of the caverns, then he's looking around, clearly lost, clearly trying not to show it too badly. "Aha!" he exclaims, on seeing a familiar face. "Ysa, R'miel, just the people I was looking for!" he nods, heading right over. "Ah, R'miel, this came for you." he adds, holding up a smallish parcel. Ooh, what's in the box? And then the man notes N'kor, and looks all self-conscious. "Ah, heh, hello. Ierne's greetings," he offers, in a more general manner. He doesn't quite introduce himself yet, though the Weyrlord's knot on his shoulder may give him away.

Ysa glances brieftly at her wherry and tubers before turning her attention back on the bronzeling's steak, taking another of the offered pieces. If her really insisted. "So straight back to the Craft when ya finish? At least now I know who to turn to when I want to restock my weyr. Only with the best, ya know," she waggles the speared steak at him before popping it back in her mouth with a happy sigh. "I bet Ella would love to meet your bronze, when she's off the sands. New minds, new gossip, ya know." R'miel's arrival gets a grin, making sure she scoots her chair just a bit closer to his when he takes a seat. She chuckles at the wink and bobs her head at her weyrmate. "Definitely. Great steak they have going here." She steals (not really stolen when offered) once more piece from N'kor's plate before turning back to her own.

R'miel catches the trailing bits of Ysa and N'kor's conversation and blinks at the other bronzer. "You're a vinter? Where are you from again? My family grows grapes at Grayson hold, most of which go into the Telgarian wines. We made a few home brews, but nothing substantial." He looks down at the steak. "Last time I had it it was a little dry. I like mine practically bleeding. Anyways, it's good to meet you, N'kor." Then there's the sudden appearance of the weyrlord from Ierne. He blinks a bit. "Ren? What are you doing here? Oh? Something for me? Okay… How you been, Ren? How's the store?" He then turns to his weyrmate, poking at her side a bit. He's been slightly distracted from his meal it seems.

Amusement. It shows through the features on the weyrling's face as he considers yet another individual whose drawn the way of the Ysa. Quite the foreign faces that she's drawn to the Weyr in general; blue eyes on said gentlemen. It's easy enough then to fill his own silence and let them speak, savouring the sweet taste of whatever happens to be in his mug. N'kor shrugs, "I've already spent a good ten Turns within the Craft. I see no point in letting those Turns slip away for work of another kind. I've got a flare for the trade, might as well use it." The man seems logical enough as he piles another fork of potatoes into his mouth. His hands go wide after his next swallow, "By all means. I'd love to discuss a trade agreement with you, when weyrlinghood is over of course. My routes will be vastly different from what I know and the clientele - so I'd be grateful to get the first business from someone of familiarity." This is where L'ren comes in, trumping over whatever else N'kor was going to add to the subject. More important things are brewing - his attention turning to L'ren. He does add in quickly to Ysa's words about her Ella meeting up with his Nas, "That could be arranged." For R'miel, the vintner weyrling nods, "Yes sir. That I am. Worked the Northern trade routes mostly - so to classify where I am is to say to pick one home in the many I've had. I'd rather say I'm from all over, but my bloodlines settle with Benden." A beat, "Grayson you say? No doubt one of my suppliers." He chuckles, "Small world."

L'ren moves over and pulls up a chair to sit down, plopping himself down beside R'miel. "Yep, something for you. Wonder what it could be." Okay, either he knows, meaning it's from him, or he has no clue. There could be anything in there. The man shrugs, and places the package on the table, sliding it over to the familiar bronzerider, before glancing to the other. "Ah, vintner?" he drops into the conversation, having overheard the term from R'miel. "Sister was a vintner until … she impressed." Yeah, there's more to that story than just that. "Other sister brews a mean ale…" Which is unrelated, really.

"Well, I'll be asking for a decent price, too," Ysa tells N'kor with a bob of her head, turning all serious. There was no way she was going to back down on a good bargain, either. She really does catch her name being called, turning towards L'ren with a wide grin. "Ren! Faranth, it's been forever," she says, chuckling. "Or, well, not really that long." She moves her body from the poking, offering the bronzer a smirk before turning to her boring wherry, this time actually managing a mouthful before moving back to the conversation. "Which reminds me to ask for some of that Tanner's Friend Ale ya know 'bout, too, Ren. Whenever you're back in the area, ya should bring some 'long with ya." She lifts a brow and grins, always happy to get gifts from friends. Something for her weyrmate is close enough, too, as she turns her gaze down at the box finally. "Go on and open it," she says to R'miel, all curious now.

R'miel nods to N'kor, chuckling. "Seems so. Even smaller once you can between. My family's been growing grapes for… forever really. I'm they have supplied you. Heh, me though, I don't really care much for that type of thing. I'm happen with my duties from the weyrleader." He watches L'ren take a seat, then eyes the package. He knows it's rude to open something in front of other people, but he just can't help wanting to tear into it. His hand slides across the table, then he grabs the package and tears into it like a little kid. There's a grin plastered on his face. "Ooh what is it what is it!?" He's distracted only for a moment when they mention ale. "Yeah, we really need some of that ale, Ren. Where's your sister from again? We'll just go hunt her down ourselves."

Awkward. N'kor regards L'ren with a bit of a 'how do you do' look, though not entirely convincing of an introductionary look. For the conversational sake, the man shrugs, "Brewing is something I never really got into myself. Not something I could see continuing after impression unless you had a field of your own grapes, or decided to go independent." The gears are turning in his own mind as he listens to the conversation about, nodding to Ysa, "We'll speak on it soon, I'm sure. I cannot turn from a bargain." Then he turns a little awkward as the attention falls to this box - a gift of some sort. Oddly, he doesn't really know the three of them and is the .. odd man out despite the numbers being even. This is when he turns on his drink, which, if anyone got close - perhaps like L'ren who might've taken a seat up beside him - would notice it being a little off. No matter, he looks busy as he digs in his food again.

L'ren grimaces at the mention of that ale, cursing himself now for bringing it up. But, he simply nods, and says, "I'll make a note of it." There's a pause, then he notes, "Suppose I could get the brewer herself to deliver it, transport is what she /does/, after all." and, in response to R'miel, "Ah, Ista, she's leader of their transport wing at the moment. Longest she's ever stayed in one place since she turned fifteen." he notes, with a snort. The greenrider peers over at N'kor then, curiously. "Er, hello, name's L'ren, harper, shopkeeper, rider to green Reonth… Temporary weyrlord." he finally introduces himself, blushing just a tad, and only reluctantly adding the last position. He's very absent-minded. Don't expect him to notice N'kor's weyrling knot, or what he's drinking. Well, unless it's particularly fume-y, then he'd likely notice. Such a lightweight is this man that he'd probably even get tipsy off of the fumes alone. L'ren appears curious about the package himself, it would seem that he doesn't know what's in it either. Why, anyone would think it was just a reason to be here! Cough. From it's size, possibly a book, or something else book-sized? Maybe even a flask of some alcoholic beverage or other? Both eyes are on it though, as he watches R'miel tear into it.

Ysa smirks again at N'kor and nods quickly. "I'll be hunting ya down once you're back in business. By then 'm sure I'd have drunk through all the bottles I have currently." Half of which were already nearly done. "No hurries, really," she adds to L'ren when she notices the look, grinning. "It's such a good brew that it's usually the first to go, even if L'ton keeps me stocked up on it, too. Well, he did," she quickly adds with a sigh. It's been awhile since she got free booze from that bronzer. She gives a glance to the bronzeling and his mug, suspicious enough, though she was unlikely to bring it up. Or really care. She wasn't the Weyrlingmaster. "Overeager much, Ram? It isn't going anywhere." But she laughs as he tears into the box, leaning closer to take a look.

Don't worry N'kor. Even if the other bronzer notices that he's having a little bit of the shine, the most he's going to do is give him a grin. And then probably tell him to stop by later if he needs a little refill. After all, it'd been another bronzer who'd provided R'miel and Ysa with a little something-something during their candidacy days. The bronzer does offer a grin to the weyrholder and pats him on the back. "Don't be shy, Ren. This is N'kor. Don't worry about having her deliver it. Just tell her to give it to Sris when she comes to visit, she's under the transport wing now." He sighs a bit. "Man, I gotta go to flights to see Tonny these days. And one of us is always stuck afterwards…" Inside the parcel is a little blue bottle. Ysa will recognize it: it's the lavender oil she likes so much. The bronzer seems pretty excited about it, nodding to L'ren. "Thanks, Ren. I appreciate it, this'll be put to good use."

The peering is noticed. N'kor sharply turns his head with a jerk as he sees the other offering an introduction, despite the last part said with some forced temperance. N'kor finds himself bobbing his head, "Ah. L'ren is it? I be N'kor, for better or worse, a journeyman vintner and current Xanadu weyrling." A salute of his mug prompts another sip. "Pleasure to have you here," a formality that lacks formal tradition, but is quaint enough to pass on a test. The fellow keeps to himself as the others turn to the contents of the package. To the rest of it all, N'kor has become observant - simply eating the rest of his plate full he grabbed before settling back with a belly full and a hand wrapped around some comforting liquor.

L'ren shakes his head slowly. "Well, she may not have the time to brew as much as she used to, busy busy busy, but I'm sure she could spare some time to deliver a keg here, a keg there, keep the stock high. Unfortunately she's not been able to keep as many inns stocked as she'd like, so she's just about given up on that of late." The man blinks then, and holds his hands up as R'miel thanks him, shaking his head, "Don't thank me, I just delivered it." He peers curiously at the gift, then loses interest. Not his thing, really. It's not a /book/. L'ren raises an eyebrow at N'kor's introduction. "Weyrling, eh? Well, I suppose there's no harm in my drinking what you're drinking, then." he seems to be onto N'kor, he'd never willingly drink. Course, it could be amusing to see him get drunk, but then he'd be in a bit of trouble. He has to get back to Ierne, and sober, by lunch time there - which is not too far away actually - he still has half a day's work ahead of him.

Ysa tilts her head up to her weyrmate. "Sris? I've ye to meet her," she idly notes. Though by her tone, she wasn't entirely sure that she wanted to if she came by to drop off some ale. It would just be a whole lot of awkwardness. "At least you've seen him," she tells R'miel with a roll of her eyes. "'m starting to forget how the many even looked like." The gift, however, pulls her attention away completely, eye's suddenly bright by the very familiar oil. She shares a grin with the bronzer before turning back to the other two, remembering them. "I doubt there's any harm in any of us drinking what he's drinking," she says with a toothy grin to N'kor. "Or we can all move to the tavern and get ourselves something better." Yes, even the Weyrling. Though getting him completely plastered might actually be noticed instead of a drink or two here or there.

R'miel hands the bottle off to his weyrmate, so she can look at it and smell it or whatever girls generally do with that stuff while it's still in the bottle. He looks at N'kor and rubs his chin a bit. "I think Zevida mentioned you at some point. You and her hoping to… you know, after your dragons can handle it?" When he says you know he thumbs between Ysa and himself. So it's hard to tell what exactly the bronzer means by 'you know'. Maybe become weyrmates? He grins a bit at L'ren's disinterest. "If you're looking to make some headway with your girl Ren, I certainly reccommend this stuff." Then he looks to Ysa. "I told her to come visit. She wants to see the baby. Already suggesting the tavern, hm? Trying to get him into trouble? That's what she does best, so you should be careful of her, N'kor."

N'kor notes the other's comments in the general direction of his drink, only a smug smirk pulled around the rim of his mug as he does not say a word in regards to what he thusly sips. For a vintner, N'kor can hold his liquor - it was obvious in the way he sat there drinking it so contently, as if it were juice. A brow lifts up on his forehead at the mention of hitting the tavern, "Now there's a plan—" he snips in, another sneering smug look on his expression as he's more or less done with his plate. "Zevida?" this in an abrupt sharp and surprised tone, a brow twitched, "No.. I don't know?" He purses his lips a little at that, "what's she saying?" Certainly peaked his interest. A smirk for the warning, his eyes trailing back to Ysa, "He's making you out to be fun."

L'ren shakes his head slowly at Ysa, at the tavern mention, "Now now, he's a weyrling, he can't drink!" he warns. R'miel gets a raised eyebrow, and a snicker. "Oh, no, no no no, I have the opposite problem, no. Wouldn't happen to know what the ideal repellent would be, eh? She's trying to be faithful, but she's just wearing me out. This close to telling her just to see other guys, honestly." he rolls his eyes, and looks much older than his forty-nine turns. And, of course, she probably monopolises his lunch break. So /this/ is why he's not there, where it's almost lunch? He does leave off N'kor's drinking habits though — for now. One or two here and there can't hurt. That is, unless you're L'ren.

Ysa is happy enough to take the little bottle, though after taking a sniff at it to make sure it was the same oil, she was out of things to do. It was only really useful when it was… well, being put to use. So she couldn't do anything when it was in a bottle. She sets it aside when the conversation turns again. "Weyrmates?" She offers when the gold Weyrling is brought up, turning to look at N'kor with a smirk. "Or have a baby together?" She turns her green eyes back up to R'miel. "Oh, that'd be nice. I guess I can meet her for once, too…" She shrugs both her shoulders up. "Trouble. Fun. What's the difference?" She chuckles at L'ren's reluctance. "Well, they have other things besides alcohol, too," she quickly corrects. "And of course 'm fun." N'kor gets raised brows at his comment. "Why wouldn't I be?"

R'miel shrugs a bit. "I dunno. She's mentioned you though. Are you interested or maybe just the chase?" The bronzer wraggles his brows at N'kor. It was obvious what he thought of Zevida, but what exactly he mean by 'the chase'? At any rate, he's quick to change the sucject, as his weyrmate is within slapping distance. "A repellant? Um… get her pregnant again?" This bronzer was probably cruising for a bruising. "The weyrwoman got knocked up, she's got to be older than your girl." He wraps an arm around Ysa. "I'm always up for some time spent in the tavern. Trouble and fun equate in this goldie's head." And weyrmates and having a baby together now equate in the bronzer's head.

The whole 'weyrmate' part and the 'baby' part has N'kor frozen in his chair. Yes. Frozen. With his mouth droped a half mile down to the floor - or well, just down. Then up in an audible click. He stares out right at Ysa. The first words that come from his lips: "Unbelievable." Then. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Finally, as if to explain, he points out after he's had those long sips, "She hates me. Far as I can tell." His gaze shifts between the other two, a bit more suspicious. N'kor's eyes dart back to R'miel, words chosen carefully, "There is no chase. No interest—" a smirks, "maybe she's talking about Ch'tra. He's the other bronze weyrling." Yes. Mistaken identity - that's all. For Ysa: "I was hoping to have you prove him wrong, against warning me away from you. That's all."

Senkyou walks into the caverns, carrying a few days worth of paperwork and an empty mug which she most likely stole from the kitchen earlier that day. The brownrider pays little attention to those around her, instead busy looking over the forms and mechanically pouring klah into the mug, grabbing some fruit on a plate. After a few moments snapping out of her work to examine those around her she gives a wave to Ysa and R'miel, moving in there direction, "Wondered when I'd run into you two." She gives as a greeting, glancing at L'ren and N'kor with just a small nod as greeting.

L'ren snorts, and shakes his head, "I'm forty-nine, impressed at age sixteen, and she impressed with me. That makes her a minimum of forty-seven." he points out. "And she already had quite a reputation…" L'ren does know her actual age, he's just not telling. But she's got to be older than him, probably by several turns. Even so, probably not /impossible/ to get knocked up. He doesn't actually know, that's not something he's ever had to worry about before. Of course, now he /will/ be worried about it. "Besides, won't work. She was even worse when she was pregnant with Janiel!" Great, now he'll have to worry that she already /is/. With all this worry, well, he barely notices much else, giving only a cursory nod as Senkyou enters.

Slapping distance. Glaring distance. Pinching distance. All the same. Ysa starts off by giving R'miel a hard look at the waggling of brows, nose wrinkling up. "Not much of a repellant. Easily corrected," she mutters with a roll of her eyes, only to glare suspiciously at her weyrmate, though she doesn't fight when he puts his arm around her. Instead, she leans into him. Any more comments like that and she was closer to elbow him. "Why would I warn ya 'way from me? Where's the fun in that." Trouble. Fun. Yah.. "So what's keeping us from heading to the tavern? We're finished with our food, or there's food there. 'Less that crazy gal is expecting ya, Ren? I doubt she'd come finding for ya here." The brownrider's arrival gets a narrowed eyed look. "Uh huh," is all her answer, making sure to stay just where she is. "I bet we all need a good drink. 'Sides ya, N'kor. We'll say we got ya something else."

R'miel laughs at N'kor. "She hates you? Ah, that one… she 'hates' everyone. That's sort of her thing. If she's really mean to you, like… meaner to you than the other weyrlings… that's when you know she want to jump your bones." He nods to him in affirmation. "I know her type." And probably every other type. "You just keeping annoying her and picking on her, then BAM, go for the kill while she's really steamed at you." He blinks as a familiar brownrider heads into the caverns. "..Senkyou." Is all he really offers by way of a greeting. He blinks at L'ren. "Really? Well… then maybe she is a little too old. I dunno. I got a few brothers if you want to give them a tour. Mike is staying at Ista, actually, he'd be the most accessible." He rubs at Ysa's back. "We're waiting on you, love."

N'kor suddenly regards R'miel with such a stern look one would think this vintner was about to cross the table and pound the living day lights out of R'miel — until N'kor tilts his head back and laughs, a true honest hearty out right amused laugh. He shakes his head as he finishes up his drink, "That's hiliarious. R'miel," a pause, "find me after this knot-" a flick of finger under the weyrling knot, "-comes off my shoulder. My treat. Vintner's oath." A wink as he stands up from his chair, taking the plate and the mug, "Have a good night—" to everyone this is said, eevn Senkyou. He steps away from the table, stopping as he adds as an aside for the group, "I'll have to take a rain check. The dragon summons." A flag of his hand is his wave of departure as he takes care of the dishes before heading out.

Senkyou watches the group with general disinterest, pushing an annoying strand of hair from her face. The reaction to her arrival is noticed, and she waves to N'kor as he departs. Drinking on her klah and placing the stack of paperwork under her arm she asks, attempting to make normal conversation and leaving against the table casually, "Xanadu's duties in such." Saying to L'ren in a droll bored tone, after a moment she ask, "You enjoying Xanadu?" Grasping at straws tapping her fingers on the table.

L'ren just sighs, and shakes his head, "I'd gotten a free afternoon for my store today, too…" he mutters under his breath, then glances to the exit. "She'll keep." he tells Ysa, with a half grimace. For the offer of sharing L'ren's 'girl' with his brothers, R'miel actually gets a grateful expression, but the greenrider does note, "Nah, if I just tell her she's got free rein, she'll find her own partners easy enough." he shrugs. It seems like that'd be more of a relief than a bother, to the man. "Maybe I oughta get her a job at Robyn's." he mutters to himself. He does offer one thing to N'kor, some very helpful advice, "Don't listen to him." and he follows it up by jerking his thumb at R'miel, as if it couldn't be more clear. N'kor's laughter does surprise the man slightly, but, he manages a chuckle. Senkyou's greeting is responded with "Ierne's duties. Enjoying Xanadu, yes, it's nice. Quiet." No randy bluerider bugging him every moment of every day, for one! "But nothing beats my book store back at Ierne." he adds, with an exceedingly proud expression.

Ysa turns her green eyes on her weyrmate. "And is this gal mean to ya?" She asks with a raised brow. "I've seen her once. Temper all 'round. But if that's true then I better warn S'ya that her gold clutchmate wants her." The whole type conversation does get him a soft elbow. Just to get his attention. N'kor's look gets a raised brow, but she quickly grins at his laughing. "That better be a treat for me, too," she mutters, mostly for her weyrmate, as she watches the bronzeling prepare to leave, waving after him as well. "Oh? On me?" She bobs her head, nodding her chin towards the tavern. "Then how 'bout we transfer this towards the tavern now. In celebration of… something." She wasn't creative enough to come by it. There was already a party for Ren's bookstore. "Even if ya have to get back to your bookstore, ya have to come out with us, L'ren. I can't really go visit ya and the Green Dragon while Ella's on the sands, ya know."

R'miel grins and gives N'kor a wave as he heads off. At least he hasn't gotten a punch! "Her dragon is sort of mean though, Arin said." He mentions to no one in particular, about the newest Xanadu gold. He blinks at Ren's reaction to his idea of sending his brothers after his girl. Then he chuckles at the mention of sending her off to Robyn's. He passes Senkyou a glance. "Heard you had Tonny's kid. Congrats." R'miel shrugs to Ysa. "Eh, she treats me so-so." He then stands up, after rubbing his ribs where she elbows him. "Alright, to the tavern it is!"

Senkyou pays special attention L'ren, nodding, "I'm glad yu like it." Not really watching where she is going the sits up on the table, letting her feet hang off and tilting her head with soft sigh. R'miel is watched, then in an indecsive move she scoots off the table, saying to R'miel with an edge on her voice, "Yes, congratulations to you as well. What is your babies name?" Asking with mild curiousity, but very formally. At the mention of the tavern she says, "Enjoy." Sitting down without much care to answer to her last question.

L'ren grimaces, and pushes his chair back, tugging at the jacket he'd tossed over the back of it. "Well, I suppose, /one/ can't hurt, right?" he murmurs, glancing to the exit. Make him forget about his troubles, for just a little while… Though, some trouble! People would /kill/ to have his 'trouble'. "Yeah, the tavern sounds like a plan." The man glances sideways to R'miel, "Er, you'll tell me tomorrow if I made a fool of myself, right?" He'll need to know whether or not he can ever show his face in Xanadu again. In other words: lie. L'ren nods absently to Senkyou, "Oh, I do, it's a nice place. It's just, it doesn't have my library-store, or my books, and, well." he flicks at the Weyrlord's knot on his shoulder. He's kind of stuck there. On the plus side, he has finally figured out what to call his bookstore-that-is-also-a-library: Library-Store!

"I think Ella might have mentioned that once when Arinith came home," Ysa comments with a shrug of her shoulders, not too interested. So long as that mean gold wasn't hers, right? "That's the spirit, Ren. One, two… a bottle." She chuckles, obviously wanting to see the Ierne Weyrlord drunk. Senkyou's comment gets a raised brow. "Ya know, I was the one pushing the kid out, Ram just had to sit there and watch." And get his hand torn apart, but… well, yah. "Lyram," she answers with a smirk, though the question was directed towards her weyrmate. She gets up after R'miel, stretching her arms a bit and grinning. "We've only got so many hours of the night to get plastered." Grabbing hold of the bronzer's arm, she starts to tug towards the exit. Booze calls. "We all should have something to toast to, afterall."


Xanadu Weyr - Wanderin' Wherry Tavern

It is often whispered in the crowds that converge here, that a certain Weyrleader was asked what he wanted in the remodeling of the pub that was not so long ago given a refreshing. He muttered back over the rim of his ever-present mug, "I don't care what you do with the place, just so long as there is plenty of ale." With that in mind, cask after cask of ale lines the walls of the tavern, the remodeler's idea of a jest. As they age, the casks bring a real rustic atmosphere to the pub, along with the deeply wooden flavor that seems to be the theme throughout.

The lighting is dim, as it should be in all good pubs, and the tables and chairs are plentiful. A long mahogany bar, intricately carved with runner beasts, stands vigilant duty at the head of the bar, lined with stools for those patrons that seek the bartender's company.


R'miel leads the weyrlord and his weyrmate to the tavern. "I heard a drink a day can be good for you. Nice glass of wine to help you calm down, get your mind off the woman for a little bit." He pats L'ren's shoulder. "Don't worry. We won't let you between if you have a little too much. Or let you make too much a fool out of yourself." He lets Ysa tug him along. That was fine with him! Once they get there he takes a seat at the bar, and orders ale for everyone on him. "Drink up, girls and boys." He raises his own mug, then puts it to his mouth. Which is good news for everyone, since that means he's not talking.

L'ren frowns at Ysa, but he doesn't say anything, quietly following the pair to the tavern. "/One/." he repeats, firmly. He picks up the ale ordered for him by R'miel, and sniffs at it cautiously, not quite daring to try it just yet. Eh, after a round or two he'll be fine, probably even willing to shout a couple of rounds. "Where are my manners," he mutters, glancing up at Ysa and R'miel, "How have you been lately?" he asks, pleasantly enough. Even if it is a bit of a change of subject. "Settling in okay?"

Ysa's eyes light up at the entrance of the tavern, as they always do here, at the wall-to-wall ale vats. Paradise. "Feel free to spend the night," she says to L'ren at the nod when R'miel mentions not letting him :between:. "I'm sure Ierne can hold for a few hours." No problems there. She grins at the first mug, grabbing onto it as she looks up towards her weyrmate. "Thanks," she says before taking a long swig. And then just for the hell of it, she takes a breather and goes for another long drink. Once she was satisfied, she runs her tongue over her lips and chuckles. "Same as ever, Ren. Well, it's all good. 'Sides having to be on the sands here. Lyram's getting so big, too, compared to when he was first born." She grins again and sips at her mug, taking it slower.

R'miel grins at L'ren. "It's not going to bite. Besides, we've seen you drunk before, can't make a fool out of yourself telling the same embarassing stories twice." Of course, now he's probably got all sort of new ones. "I think we've been good. I do miss Ierne sometimes though. But I got a good job helping the weyrleader here and we've been busy making trouble for him. It's weird not having you around though." Was the bronzer getting sentimental? "Yeah, Lyram's gotten big. He's going to be freaking huge. Bigger than me, probably." He takes another swig of the ale and sighs contently. "What about the son you got working for you? How's he getting on?"

L'ren sighs, and lifts the glass to his lips. He does hesitate though, under the pretense of making conversation. "Kids tend to do that. Hard to believe everyone was once a tiny baby. You, R'miel, me. Teeny tiny babies." he notes, with an amused tone. He finally takes a sip, a very small and cautious one, then answers R'miel, "Ah, well, it's your money!" Because, technically, he hasn't yet offered to pay for any yet. He will though, he's too nice /not/ to. "Here's to, er, embarrassing stories?" he shrugs, and takes a proper sip now. He's working his way up to it. "It's been a lot quieter up at Ierne without you guys, too. Though J'iel is… keeping me busy." he downs the rest of the glass all at once. Whoa, slow down, man! "Borren, Borren's fine. Library-store is mostly in his hands, capable hands. Not yet turning a profit, but getting there!" Yeah, hard to make money when you're also giving the same thing out for free.

"/I/ haven't heard all the embarassing stories," Ysa corrects to both R'miel and L'ren, watching as the Weyrlord cautiously takes a drink with a frown before getting a comfy seat at the bar. "Come on, Ren, a little more effort than that." She chuckles after he takes a better drink, bobbing her head towards R'miel. "I miss Ierne, too. Even if I do many more marks as a proper junior, I think I'd rather trade the paperwork to go back." Besides the fact that she needed proper sands, too. She straightens up when the greenrider finishes the first drink, tossing back her own in an effort to catch up, probably still competitive from the other day. "Doesn't it take awhile for a store that recently kicks off to actually begin to draw in money? I doubt you'll have any trouble, though, after your first turn open." She sets the empty mug down.

R'miel nods. "Sometimes looking at him it's hard to imagine him getting much bigger. But he does, everyday." He chuckles as L'ren takes a sip… then blinks as he downs the whole rest of the mug. Then he notices that Ysa's done the same. He waves the tender back over. May as well pay for the next few, if this is how they were going at it. He sets down his marks and tilts his head back to drain his own mug. Gotta keep up appearances, even though the bronzer hasn't really drank since Ysa first got pregnant. And soon everyone's got freshly filled cups. "Borren, right. I'm sure things'll pick up soon. Just gotta charge for the klah, and soon the marks'll be pouring in."

L'ren snorts at Ysa, and shakes his head. "You'd have to ask /him/ the embarrassing stories, I couldn't tell you which ones I told him!" Nope, not at all. He does have vague half-memories about that night, but nothing concrete, it's all 'did that really happen?', and at least half of it he's pretty sure didn't. Of course, that does imply a large repertoire of embarrassing stories… Interesting. "Yeah, yeah, gotta give it time. I know. Burning a hole in my pocket in the meantime, though. And Borren's all fascinated with these gadgets and doodads. Reckons we need a computer in there. Why, I ask, why?" he throws his hands up in frustration, really not very fond of the /technology/. He takes his next ale /slightly/ slower, but he's still taking large angry sips. How can a sip be angry? Well, that's an interesting question…

Ysa grins a bit sheepishly at her weyrmate when he goes to order the second round. "Well, 'm just happy that he didn't stay small like he was at first. Unless it's all cause ya keep overfeeding him." Then she didn't want a giant, either. Somewhere in between was good to think about. Not too big, not too small. "It's a shame he doesn't have ya 'round for all those good pastries. But 'm sure he has plenty of recipes that ya left him?" She asks, green eyes towards R'miel before they move to the bartender with their second rounds, grinning at him happily. She's always nice to a man that gives her booze, afterall. "I think a computer will be such a hassle to have, plus the cost. 'm sure you'll manage the way ya are for now. So long as Borren doesn't change it into a tech store instead." She chuckles at the idea. Books and computers? And then goes straight back to drinking, though she manages this mug a bit slower.

R'miel laughs. "Hey buddy, I can't remember either. I got pretty drunk that night too. Not /as/ drunk, but still." He nods a bit, then blinks. "A computer? Whatever for?" The bronzer can't even wrap his head around what a computer would be used for at a weyr, let alone at a store. He watches Ren sip angrily. Was the cup in trouble? Then he turns to his weyrmate to pout. "I don't overfeed him. How would I even go about that? Hm, I can't remember if I left you any or not." He wraps an arm around Ysa. "Did you stick with the glows, or add some electric lighting, too?"

L'ren nods, glancing aside for a moment. "I've told Borren this, we simply can't afford it, why do we even need it, and so on. He keeps asking. This close to telling him to go buy his own sharding computer already, if they're so great." he snorts, but he is easing back a little on the ale. R'miel's question gets a calmer answer, happier. "All glows. Gives the place a wonderful cosy atmosphere, I've found." Harsh lighting would also bring the cheap blue paint into clearer focus, so, there's that. "And that back corner, with the cushions? Very comfortable!" he adds, with a chuckle. "I sometimes close the curtains, and sneak down there with J'iel…" this is said more fondly than he'd spoken of her all day. His glass is eyed, and he decides to only take a small sip this time. "D'you know, J'iel has this cute little birthmark, like two halves of an egg. You'd never know, it's /hidden/. Notice how she always wears a proper top? It's right under her chest, it is. If she wore a bikini, you'd see it. She never does, though. Shame, it's gorgeous!" There it is, the cheerful rambling!

"I'll get those stores, eventually," Ysa tells the two of them as she peers into her mug curiously. Even with sips it went down pretty fast, but it hasn't started to affect her in the slightest. No, chugging bottles of wine normally does that better. "Computers. Fancy ways to store and write things down. Jus' expensive and unnecessary. And expensive." She bobs her head towards L'ren, making sure to stress that point. "It's really unnecessary in a bookstore. Maybe for the lending-out books, sure, since you're also a library." She chuckles at her weyrmate's pout. "Well, sides the soft food ya sneak to him? No worries… it's when he's a toddler and begging for sweets that I'll crack down on ya." She eyes the greenrider over the rim of her drink when he starts to ramble, raising a brow towards R'miel and then glancing at his second mug. She was so going to make this one pass out. "How 'bout 'nother drink, Ren? We can race each other. Or shots." She chuckles a bit at the idea.

R'miel grins. "Well. Tell him that, then? Sounds like he's trying to get a new toy on the old man's marks. Ah, well good for you. Sticking with the glows. Do you guys stay open past dark?" He laughs a bit. "I see. Throw her into the cushions, hm? Sounds like fun." He looks at Ysa with a grin, then blinks a bit at L'ren's story about J'iel's birthmark. "Ysa's got a birthmark, too." Though he's quickly distracted by his weyrmate picking on him. "So? He needs to eat solid food eventually. And he likes tubers… it's not /just/ pastry filling." He grins. "Shots, I think sounds good. But Ysa has to take two for every L'ren's one."

L'ren eyes his second empty glass with a frown, blushing a little. "Whoops, didn't mean to drink it quite so quickly." he notes, though, it's too late now. He tosses the money for the next round on the table, though leaves it to someone else to do the ordering. "J'iel fell on her rear at the hatching, Grith bumped her, and over she went. Bit of a tumble really, showed the whole sands she wasn't wearing underwear!" he giggles a little at /that/ memory, and shakes his head. And he'd once claimed not to remember /anything/ beyond his own impression from that day. What else has he been hiding? "I'm not as think as you drunk I am!" he tells R'miel, trying to claim he can handle just as much as Ysa. Yeah, right. He's not very 'think' at all!

Ysa catches R'miel's grin at her own at the whole tossing on the cushions. Were they going to have to buy more pillows? Except his next comment gets a raised-brows look. "Sure I do," she says quickly, shaking her head at him. It didn't matter where. Under the chest wasn't that bad, anyways, like L'ren's gal. "Why do I have to take so many? But if you're saying I can, I can. And I'll /still/ be sober 'fore Ren." And the greenrider proves her point as he's already starting to be a little tipsy. She laughs at his rambling about her. "Ya and J'iel… so much history together." She shakes her head, downs her mug, and slams it down to get attention for the next round as well. "You're not drunk yet, Ren. Keep drinking," she agrees with a bob of her head, chuckling towards her weyrmate.

R'miel is still working on his second mug. He blinks and leans over to peer into Ren's mug. How was he drinking so fast? He laughs a bit. "None of us fell over. Someone got mauled, I think. At the end it was just me and Ysa and M'iken standing together. Everyone else around us was gone. I didn't wear underwear under my robes, either! Thankfully no one got a view of my junk though. Or maybe they did. My robe was sort of too short." He grins at Ysa. "Because you have a higher tolerance." Then he blinks. "Ah crap. The baby needs to be picked up. I've gotta run. I'll see you back at the weyr." He leans over to give Ysa a kiss, then pats Ren on the shoulder. "Take it easy, buddy. Thanks for the delivery." Then back to Ysa. "Have Arin let me know if you two need help getting home."

L'ren nods agreeably when Ysa agrees he's not drunk yet, though the very action seems to make him a little pale. The tavern, it's moving, make it stop! He seems oblivious to talk about birthmarks, even though he started it. "Poor Grith was mortified, though." he does add, with a sigh. "Ah well, all's well that ends well, and, so on." he shrugs, glancing around to R'miel as the man gets up to leave. "Aww, I miss you." he says, with a bit of a pout. But he lets the man go, and simply turns back to Ysa, "So much history, so, now you see why I keep going back to her! I'm a historian, I'm in love with /history/!" And, he and J'iel have it. It all makes perfect sense … while drunk.

Ysa looks shocked at the sudden nostalgia from her weyrmate. "Wait, ya weren't wearing any underwear? I don't remember this…" Did she even know? She stares at him for a long time before chuckling. "I know I do. I probably will be walking out of here nearly sober, unlike…" She grins again at the bartender on their third rounds, paid by L'ren when he put his money down. "Is it that late already?" She says, watching R'miel get ready to leave with a purse of her lips. She nods, only because she didn't want to leave the visiting Weyrlord along now. "I'll see ya," she tells her weyrmate. She still had the oil bottle, too. She kisses him back before turning towards their guest with a grin. "We're only a short skip :between: 'way, Ren. I'll tell Ram to visit ya, and then I'll be coming by, too." She bobs her head as she reassures the greenrider. "Yes, ya are. I can see now. Ya two should just work everything out and stick together. It'll be nice." To have someone like that, right? She already starts downing her third. Forget about shots, the greenie was far enough along already.

L'ren is quite quick about his third too, tossing the thing back like it were water. Which, of course, it isn't. "So, there I am, right, it's a flight or something I guess… In the living caverns. I, basically, was so out of it. Reonth's first time, my first time, still a /weyrling/, I'm freaking out, some guy comes over, tries to calm me down… I think the flight ended right there, in the living caverns. An' /that's/ how I met Gh'ler!" he says, with triumph. Oh, dear. He met Gh'ler by, ahem, 'ending a flight' with him in the living caverns? Interesting. No wonder he never talks about it, and hides away around flight time. "But still, no history like J'iel, we go way back! We were candidates my first time, too! An'," clunk. That's the sound of a Weyrlord passing out, head on table, mercifully missing his now empty glass.

Ysa watches, quite intensely, as he goes about his third. She also works on her own, making her grin all the wider since some of it is affecting her mind. It had been awhile since she heavily drank. She was building up her tolerance! "Faranth, in the living caverns?" She laughs loudly, having to set her mug aside before it sloshed all over the place. "That… cannot be matched. Not at all. I can barely remember my first flight. Out of only three, 'course," she clarifies. But even as she's starting her own ramble, she realizes it really is worthless, because it's not that much later that the Weyrlord conk out. "Ren?" She says, startled by the sound. She gives him a hard poke. "Ah, shards. Better find someone to help," she says. Her green eyes turn to the tender with a grin. "Mind keeping an eye on him? Won't be gone long." With a nod, she hops off and hurries out the tavern down, just a bit rocky on her feet as she goes in search for help to move the greenrider to the guest quarters.

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