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LogsHissy Fit #2
Uh-Oh. "Hissy Fit Round Two" is less a fit and more a fight. Until the Weyrleader takes it upon himself to break up the "verbal joust." Will Shansi and Ve ever live this down? Will Shansi be able to survive her soon-to-be-ruined scrap of a reputation?
Stay tuned...
5/30/00
Rinell
Tall and lithe, really almost on the gaunt side, stands this woman.Hair, the honeyed-gold of ale, is bobbed at her shoulders for ease of styling and also in riding. The style compliments her sharp features, softening them just a touch, as it frames her face. Arched brows wing over tilted aqua colored eyes that stand out in her tanned face. Almost mesmerizing just in the intensity of the color they sparkle with an inner fire and seem to be assessing the one in their sights. A strong, straight nose slashes boldly down her face perching just over her lips. Her lips are somewhat full but not overly, finding a happy medium with just a hint of rose color. Her chin is pointed giving her an elfin, almost alien, cast and it's only more emphasized when she pushes her hair behind her ears.
A filmy sleeveless shirt is buttoned to just between her breasts and tucked into a pair of really short shorts. The color of the shirt is white so as to try and keep it's wearer cooler and the shorts are a soft beige. Her bare arms are thin but are very defined, rippling with each movement. A small amoun of cleavage is shown but just shows that this woman is sleek and well proportioned for all her thinness. Her legs are as well toned as her arms showing the woman possesses a whip-cord strength, nothing to be laughed about. Sandals are strapped to her feet and she looks quite at home about the weyr.
Cassandria
Before you is a healthy young woman. Long locks of light ashy auburn hair tumble in loose curls to her narrow waist, held back by a braided throng of selected locks. Deep emerald eyes flash back at your gaze, their depths swirling mysteries that reveal little of her inner thoughts. High cheekbones make her face appear long and rectangular while elegantly arched eyebrows vie with her small and slightly pointed nose resting over thin ruby lips. She stands around 5'10" and carries little extra weight, her apperance gaunt in retrospective.
She is wearing a pale avocado sisal shirt that glides on her arms and seems to float around her torso. A flowing skirt of matching hue but designed with muted colorful flowers reaches her ankles, soft beige leather boots covering her feet. A thick tan belt wraps her middle with many small pouches and a basic utility beltknife in shealth. She wears no jewelery except for a thin plain platinum chain around her neck and you wonder of the history of the elegant links.
Vecica
Short and wiry, with a sort of curious lankiness despite her only five and a half feet, this particular dragonrider - a greenrider, one of many - stands out in the hubbub of Weyrlife. In a certain sense of the word, the woman looks the part of the doughy fighter, with her muscled frame and wind-and-weather roughened hands. But a certain aura of mischief hangs about her - perhaps it's the high cheekbones in her freckled, round face, or the thin layer of baby-fat that stubbornly refused to go. Or maybe it's the way her blue-violet eyes twinkle from behind curled eyelashes, set off by the mahogany bangs that frame her face, just barely short enough to avoid getting in her eyes. Speaking of hair, Vecica's mane is tightly braided against her skull higher up, for ease when putting on a helmet, then allowed to loosen a bit until it culminates with a green ribbon near rump-height. The greenrider's skin is tanned from years in the sun, a smattering of freckles dancing around her nose and cheeks. She looks to be perhaps in her mid to late twenties.
The assistant weyrlingmaster - her knot, black and orange twined with green, labels her as such - wears black. Lots and lots of black. The riding jacket she either wears about her waist or on her shoulders - depending on whether she's riding or not - is unmercifully ebony, contrasting with the pale fur that lines the high collar, as are the matching pants, which are, of course, not lined, considering the heat of Ista. Underneath the jacket, the braided woman wears another black thing - a short-sleeved tunic with a high collar (OOC: Think a minister's collar, very stiff and rising about maybe two inches), both collar and sleeves trimmed with strips of white. On her feet, the rider wears boots - black, again - that are ankle high and glossed until they gleam. A silver chain can on occasion be made out under her tunic.
Sirrala
Cropped blonde hair falls neatly about this girls face with a few clips dotted about it. Each clip is a different colour from emerald green, sapphire blue and fire red to paler shade of Amethyst, pastel blue and soft pink. Each clip is in the shape of a small flower. Her eyes are small and peridot green with small delicate lashes emphasising a child-like face. Her skin glows with a warm tan from her time in the Istan sun. She is quite tall around, around 5'9", with a slim figure from small curves to a narrow waist and slim hips.
Dark green trous hang loosely about Sirrala's legs with an Emerald green belt. Her tunic is graduating shade of green from midnight green at the bottom to mint white at the top. On her feet are wher-hide boots which have been dyed a dark green to match the trous. Around her neck hangs a pendant with a semi-precious green stone in the centre.. On her shoulder is the knot of a seamstress at Ista Weyr.
She appears to be about 15 Turns, 0 months, 8 days old.
Serriena
Serriena is a sixteen turn old girl. She has shoulder-length, sun-kissed blond hair and blue eyes. She has a deep tan from many swims in the waters of Southern Continent's beaches. She stands at 5'4" high. She is slim in build with a bit of a gangly appearance. Her hands, most notably her nails have ink stains from her current duties. She wears a sleeveless white tunic and tan trousers with brown boots tied up her calves. She has a single knotted brown leather thread around her neck for decoration. She carries with her, a blue bag of assorted quills in various sizes.
Thalesin
A bit stocky, Thalesin is not especially tall, either. His hair, dark brown, is cut fairly short, but hints that it would explode into frizzy curls if he let it grow longer. Dark eyebrows curve over equally dark eyes, liquid brown with hints of green around the pupil. From time spent outside, his hair is streaked with sun-highlights, and his skin is rather tanned to match; the drawl to his tenor voice suggests an upbringing in northern Ista. He looks to be in his late teens. While none of his features are particularly attractive, in the conventional sense--his nose, for example, is too big, and his hair a little too out of control--the combination of these features somehow form a pleasing whole.
Thalesin wears muted tan, a light, practical color. Pants fall to brush the arches of his brown wherhide boots; his vest holds a few more pockets than are absolutely necessary, but still looks all right over the almost-white of the shirt beneath it.
Ceralise
The first trait that everyone usually remarks on with this young woman is her fiery crimson hair, a trademark handed down from her father. She wears the mass long, swirling down her back to her hips in a riot of gentle curls and waves. Her eyes are a piercing blue that frequently deepen as her mood intensifies. She is of average height for a woman, standing around 5'6 or so, her figure willowy and slim. Her hands--frequently in use, either in gesturing as she speaks or involved in some chore--are long and delicate, but appear calloused on closer inspection. She's obviously not shy of some sort of hard work.
She's wearing a long, close to ankle length skirt in a light material of a midnight blue shade, along with a brilliantly white sleeveless tunic. A matching dark blue swatch of fabric pulls her hair away from her face in a runnertail at the nape of her neck. The knot of a journeyman healer graces her shoulder.
T'rrent
T'rrent looks to be around 26 Turns old, standing somewhere between six and six and a half feet in height, and weighing a good 200 pounds. The man is built, to say the least. Not so much so to draw notice purely based on that, however. Let's just say he's in shape from the Turns of dragonriding under his wher-hide belt. His face is lightly tanned from the bountiful tropical sun, hiding a very faint scar beneath his left eye. Other than that one flaw, however, his face is completely unmarred. His eyes are a soft blue color, nearly gray in hue, as if the darkened clouds of an angry thunderstorm raged permanently within them. His dark blonde hair is swept back in one uniform direction, but wavy in spots like the wind-tossed ocean.
Sandals start his ensemble for the day - comfortable and functional all in one. The deep blue shorts and tunic he wears make it at least bearable to be out in the tropical heat all day, whilst also showing off his muscular legs and arms. A smile generally adorns his face, unless he's caught up in Weyr politics, or whatever. Hanging over his shoulder is the knot denoting him as Ista's Weyrleader - the Bronze thread woven through indicating his lifemate's color.
Living Caverns - Ista Weyr(#94RJa$)
It is currently early afternoon on day 13 of the 9th month of Turn 198. 10th Interval.
Sirrala chuckles to Vecica, "I can do that. I love making clothes," she grin to Cass, "That's a deal," she smiles before turning back to the rider, "Black? We've plenty of black fabric, mostly scraps, in stores unless you want to buy stuff off the weavers?"
Vecica nods at Sirrala, smiling. "Would you? Scraps will work fine - it's just a matter of them being *black*, really."
Sirrala laughs, "That's fine. Black isn't that difficult to sew, absorbs heat a little. What kinda of shape do you want it?"
"Oh, something skimpy and simple," drawls Ve, smirking ever-so-slightly. "Just your basic bikini."
Sirrala nods, "How skimpy? " she smiles, "We have four levels, Lady holder skimpy, resident skimpy, greenrider skimpy or proddy greenrider skimpy,"
Cassandria chuckles softly and blinks "Oh my." she says.
Vecica snickers slightly, tossing the seamstress a wink. "Proddy greenrider skimpy. And I'm happy to know we have *two* levels of "skimpiness." Makes me proud."
Shansi walks slowly up the stairs from the lower caverns, pausing as typical to send a quick gaze over the caverns in search of familiar faces. Vecica is noticed, and given just the briefest of pouty looks, before the girl takes note of Sirrala. And, with a faintly forced smile, Shansi steps towards the little group.
Sirrala nods, "Of course, you have to two levels for greenriders. We, also, have Bronzerider skimpy but let's not go into that," she jokes.
Rinell comes in through the narrow tunnel from the bowl.
Rinell has arrived.
Vecica raises an eyebrow at Sirrala, flashing Shansi the *briefest* of glances. "That idea doesn't surprise me. Are we talking thongs here?"
Cassandria blushes slightly "Does one use much material in that last one?" the notion of such lack of modesty still catching her off guard from time to time.
Rinell strides in nonchalantly and flips a wave to a departing blue rider. She then hears the word thong through the crowd and lifts a brow..but saying nothing quite yet makes her way to the cool fruit juice.
Shansi lifts one brow at the one snatch of conversation she catches as she nears, then coos a greeting, "Sirrala." Vecica, she tilts her head at and murmurs, "And you." A slow up-and-down appraisal before she adds, "Are you planning to dress yourself .. oh... down for some occcasion?"
Sirrala laughs, "Depends really," she chuckles, nodding to Shansi.
Vecica chuckles at Sirrala, nodding. Then, she flashes another quick look at Shansi, plastering a rather fake smile on her face. "Oh, just for everyday use. Heya, Rinell."
Rinell pours herself some juice and then turns aqua gaze Vecica-wards. "Hey.." she calls back and can't help but laugh softly at the look on Vec's face.
Shansi simple tilts her head down faintly in acknowledgement, "Of course." Then, flicking her attention to Rinell, she gives a somewhat more genuine smile, "Heyla. What's so funny?" Ah, now *that* question did have a bit of coolness in it.
Vecica flashes a *much* more sincere grin at her fellow greenrider, asking curiously, "Yeah, Rinny. What *is* so funny?" Oh, like you don't know, Ve.
Sirrala glances at Rinell, looking a little puzzled. But then that's not difficult to do.
"Well for one the topic that seems under discussion." Rinell states as she slinks over to sit down, slowly lowering her glass to the table. "I mean..it seems you are discussing..(dramatic pause) Beachwear?" At that she slips into the chair and props her feet on an empty chair, getting quite comfortable.
Vecica gives Rinell a rather scathing look, raising a brow significently. "The day, Rinny, when *any* greenrider finds beachwear odd, embarrasing or amusing will be the day Chirianth tells me she's really a blue in drag."
Cassandria chuckles "Oh, it started out with learning new trades.. I'm going to learn how to stitch so I make a better healing with putting together gashes. Sirrala's going to make a swimsuit for Vecica to give her wardrobe a new selection choice."
Sirrala nods, "A black bikini. I prefer blues and reds myself," she says in her green outfit.
Shansi eyes Rinell a moment or two longer, then promptly removes her attention again, satisfied. At Vecica's comment, though, the girl interrupts testily, "Or perhaps she's simply more human than you, dear. You know, enjoys getting some fun out of life?"
Shansi, of course, would be ignoring the idea that wearing a thong is *fun*. Besides, it's simlpy deviant to a Hold-bred brat such as she.
"It's not," says Vecica in a blatantly and quite falsely sweet tone, "that I mind fun. I just *happen* to believe in getting work down first. Besides, who says work can't be fun?" That said, she pointly begins to ignore the brat, turning her attention to the oh-how-much-nicer Sirrala. "Ah, but black is so sliming!"
Abruptly Shansi's gaze returns to Sirrala -- two can play that game. "Oh, dear, does that mean you've just promised to sew *her* a bikini? I was so hoping we might get started that new one for me." Sticking her lower lip out just a bit further, she adds, "You did mention it before, remember? When we were talking about all those other lovely things you created for me to wear? And you said how I could wear just about any color, since I had the body to show off whatever style you might wish to try..." Perhaps those weren't *exactly* Sirrala's words.
Cassandria watches the verbal tennis match ball swing back and forth and she closes her mouth with a slight click. The hides ignored, she absently rolls them up and stores them away before stuff begins to fly.
Rinell chuckles yet again at Vecica's scathing or perhaps just tart remark. "I find the people having the conversation amusing Ve dear...not the topic." She then settles back and ponders over other words.."But lighter colors bring out skintone.." she adds. Smiling at Shansi a moment as her comment finally registers in greenriders mind.
Sirrala blinks at two people seem to be fighting for her attention. Of course, she's not complaining, "Well, I didn't quite say that," she admits to Shansi before looking back at Vecica, "Black is slimming, definately. though a little morbid,"
Vecica shakes her head sagely at Rinell. "Not for me, Rinny. I'm better suited to dark colors. Blue, green, red, black. . . *That* sort of thing." Snap back to Sirrala: "Ah!" says Vecica with a *titch* too much delight, "but the morbid aspects are a plus!"
Cassandria opens her mouth, reentering the conversation "Perhaps putting a splash of color with the black would ligthen the mood completely."
Shansi smiles sweetly at Sirrala, "Oh, something like it, then." And Rinell's first comment goes ... well, probably ignored. The second, though, captures the girl's notice. "But you're right. Every color does bring out something unique in a healthy body -- skintone, the shine of freshly washed hair, the glint of emotion in one's eyes..." She trails off, shrugging faintly. "It makes simply dressing a pleasure, don't you think?" She dead serious.
She *is* dead serious.
Sure she is. ^^
Sirrala blinks, "An Assistant weyrlingmaster with a touch for the morbit. We're in trouble," she glances at Shansi, "I like the lighter colors, though pastel isn't in fashion at the moment,"
Cassandria shrugs and then focuses on the little green firelizard on her shoulder hiding beneath her braid. Her gaze is that of curiosity but also keeping to herself her opinions.
Shansi smiles back at Sirrala, nodding her head faintly, "Quite true, quite true. I like contrasts, myself. A flash of this, softened by the not-quite-clash of another." Yes, a bit flamboyant. "But it can be sheer elegance to go with the most classic of looks." A bit reluctantly, she finishes on a sigh, "Even pure black, at times, is something less than morbid." Note that Shansi does *not* look at Vecica as she speaks.
Rinell shrugs "Sometimes it's a pain really..unless there's fall..then it's rather simple or sweeps..of course what to wear after.." She wrinkles her nose.
Vecica beams at Sirrala, completely ignoring Shansi in the process. "Oh, but that's why I was chosen as one, you know. Old A'poc liked his assistants like him - crazy as mad wherries. Although I'm not so sure about J'sen, now."
Shansi doesn't ignore Vecica this time, smiling sweetly instead, "Oh, but what I wonderful choice he made, dear." And with that, she looks pointedly to Cassandria, "Excuse me, were you born at a Weyr?"
Cassandria peers back ato Shansi "No. I was raised in a farm holding. Though I'm assigned here as a healer to learn."
Sirrala glances between the two, "Um, no need to fight," she says in a small voice.
Rinell lifts her glass to her lips and sips. Then heraing Cassandra she turns aqua colored orbs to study the girl. Though she remains alert to the brewing fight between Shansi and Vecica.
Vecica glares angrily at Shansi, eyes narrowing to purple silts. "Watch your tongue, missy. I'll remind you that *you* are a guest here."
Cassandria ponders "So Sirrala, what do you think will be the fashion for the hatching? I'll need to save my marks now to have enough for a proper outfit I'm sure."
Shansi nods, brightest of smiles flashing quickly across her lips, "Of course. So you haven't been here long, either? I simply don't know what to think of .. these people." A quick, sly glance to Vecica. "One minute they're decrying a lack of work ethic, the next they're strutting around in *thongs*, for Fa..." She stops, suddenly. "Missy?" is the cool repetition. "A guest, indeed. Which means I am nothing but polite to the Weyr as a whole. That does not preclude individual disagreements, which you have been set on provoking. And you, yourself, claimed insanity just moments ago, if that is on your mind. I was but politely agreeing." She smiles sweetly, eyes narrowing just faintly all the same. Challenge that.
Cassandria blinks, her twist of a new converstation topic lost in that last volley. She blinks to make sure she heard right and then looks at Vecica to hear the retort.
Rinell shakes her head softly as she looks back to the two sparring. A quirk of a brow showing her interest..but that's the only clue to her thoughts she gives.
Hmph. Shards, the little hussy's right. "It was your *tone*, my dear, that was the problem. And I have *not* been provoking arguements." Hmm, yes, that was a retort on Vecica's part. Sniffing in annoyance, she turns her attention back to the conversation at hand, switching it neatly. And anyone who has common sense would notice that little *glint* in her eyes, and just go along. . . "So, Cass - I forgot to ask you eariler. You want to join in on a dragonpoker game we might be having sometime soon? Sirrala? Rinny?" Note that she *doesn't* mention Shansi. . .
Sirrala has disconnected.
Rinell smirks lightly "Dragonpoker hmm?" She murmurs. "Well it might just be fun.." She drums her fingers on the table "Who else shall be joining?" Could she be thinking of someone inparticular?
Cassandria nods to Vecica "Sure, as long at the stakes aren't too high." and she grins.
T'rrent comes in through the narrow tunnel from the bowl.
T'rrent has arrived.
Vecica shrugs lightly, "I'm not sure. I'm just going to be spreading the word around, that anyone *pleasant*" - note the little sideways look at Shansi here - "and without anything else to do is welcome. One or two of my favorites of the last batch of weyrlings are already in. And we're not going to be playing for marks, if that's what you mean, Cass. I.O.U.s"
With his usual thumping footsteps, T'rrent meanders into the Weyrhall. Don't mind him, though - he's kind of distracted at present. Shock of shocks, the Weyrleader's working on some hides.
Cassandria nods "As long as it's something I can do that's not distasteful." and she grins at Vecica.
"I.O.U's..those come in handy.." Rinell states as a glint comes into her eyes. "Very handy.." and then she laughs.
Shansi blinks swiftly, and in the pure voice of innocence, offers, "Oh, was it? I'm certainly sorry -- I'll be careful not to modify that in future." Barely resisting the urge to mutter, "have, too," the girl crosses her arms and settles on, "Not intentionally, perhaps." However, even that is but quietly spoken, as compared to earlier. Being left out of the pseudo invitation should have caused some reaction, no? But ... no. The girl doesn't even flinch. And, at the second barb, she finally rises to the challenge -- literally standing a little taller to dryly add, "Nothing else to do? Imagine that. I'd have thought you'd have still been too busy working."
"I can't promise *that*-" snickers Ve, leaning on her open palm, supported by an elbow on the table. She smirks wickedly, "But since you're just a kid, we'll make some arrangements." Then, she hears Shansi's comment, and turns her head halfway, eyes *really* narrowed. Dangerously. "It's called getting my work *done* first. Besides, I have a sevenday or two off at the moment, since we're in between weyrling classes."
T'rrent hears the quasi argument going on, and glances up from his hides to look around. Oh, good - no blood spilled yet. He goes back to the hides, then, sitting down at a near by (hopefully unoccupied) table.
Cassandria blushes at the kid comment but lets it slide as it is coming from a rider after all. She absently reaches up and scritches a little green firelizard that peeks out from time to time from her reddish toned braided hair.
Thalesin comes up the flight of stairs from the inner caverns.
Thalesin has arrived.
Serriena comes out of the infirmary, the wooden door swinging shut behind her.
Serriena has arrived.
Shansi shrugs, glancing down at her nails, unconcerned, "Oh, right. Of course. I would never mean to imply that you're lax in your duties. Dear." Looking up again, she even smiles, "I'm certain you're quite looking forward to this game of I.O.U.s. Just like that black thong of yours, mm? A bit .." She pauses, "How do I say it...? Ah, yes." Smile, smile, smile. "Perverse."
Serriena trots in from the infirmary. Overhearing the last bit of conversation, her blue eyes widen in shock.
Thalesin makes his way into the living cavern, still a bit damp about the edges. There's a brief smile to the familiar faces in the crowd, but no actual verbal greeting. Instead, he makes his way over to claim a redfruit. The conversation gets an interested look, and he finds a spot for casual eavesdropping.
Ceralise comes up the flight of stairs from the inner caverns.
Ceralise has arrived.
Serriena looks at the new arrivals, "Hello Thalesin. What have you been up to?"
Serriena says "Hello Ceralise!""
Serriena smiles at the healer.
Vecica *beams* at Shansi. Yes, you read that right - *beams*. Methinks the rider is up to something. . . "Why, thank you, *missy*." Vecica gives Shansi her best sweet, sticky sweet, oh-how-fake smile. "Say, I forgot to ask before. You're the High Reaches Hold daughter, correct? And heya, Serriena. The aunt any better?"
Cassandria looks around at the slowly filling room. She seems a bit nervious with all the folks flocking in, but she takes a few swallows and deep breaths and calms herself.
Rinell laughs at that.."Well I'm sure you could have found a worse word for it.."
Serriena says "My aunt is doing well I suppose. She should be up and about soon the healers hope."
Thalesin, redfruit in mid-munch, is apparently caught a bit off-guard by Serriena's question, as he bobbles the fruit for a moment. "Oh... Serriena, hi. Not a lot. More tuber-peeling. Went swimming with Cera after, though, that was nice." And Ceralise gets a quick smile, as Thalisen spots her.
Serriena says "thank you for asking."
Serriena nods her head at Vecica.
Shansi smiles back, sweetly as well, "Yes. His first daughter." Lofty, with a bit of an emphasis on 'first.' And completely unaware of the trap being laid.
Serriena gives Thalesin a mean glare. "You went swimming without me? You and Ceralise Oh how could you?" Then breaks into a teasing grin.
Vecica nods and beams at Serriena and Ceralise. Ah, more *nice* girls to drown out the nasty one. . . "I'm glad, Serriena. Although you're a real sweetie - it'll be a shame to have you go back home."
T'rrent, in the mean time, hasn't done anything further than just sit where he is. Poor guy's completely surrounded by jabbering females. Ah well. It's good to be able to work amid distraction, hmm?
Serriena says "I do miss Cove Hold. But it is very nice here too. I am meeting so many new people. And they are fascinating."
Ceralise walks in from the lower caverns, her nose and cheeks pink from a bit too much sun. She nods and smiles at acquaintances as she heads for the hearth, then pauses to blink at Serriena, then Thalesin. Interesting. She shrugs and continues on her journey for a cup of klah.
There's a vaguely startled look from Thalesin at Serriena's words, but then, at the teasing grin, he relaxes, returning it with a sheepish grin of his own. "Hey, if you'd been here, you would've been more than welcome to come along. Swimming's a fine thing." He takes advantage of his pause in talking to down a few more bites of the fruit.
Rinell stands abruptly to go and fetch herself some more juice. Eyes move to the entrance as if she's looking for someone special..bit gaze returns to take in the other new arrivals.
Serriena looks over at T'rrent and pales realizing she did not recognize the knot on the shoulder. "G-good evening Weyrleader," she stammers.
Vecica gives Shansi a look all sugar and sweetness. "Ah, yes. I'm from there. I don't suppose you happen to have noticed the Harpers Venia and Cician? My parents."
T'rrent hmms? softly, glancing up at Serienna. He tilts a smile, though, as he nods to the young woman. "Good evening. I don't believe we've met?" He sets the hides aside, then, folding them carefully.
Serriena shakes her head, "Not yet. I have met your weyrwoman Alyssa." Serriena glances at the hides a bit curiously trying to see the lettering style on it but then looks away just as quickly so as not to be caught staring.
Serriena 's glance falls on Cassandria and another woman, "Good evening Cassandria," she smiles.
Rinell returns to her seat and nods to T'rrent on her way by. she then plops back down and gives her full attention to the cat..umm Vecica and Shansi.
Cassandria listens to all the conversations flowing around her and picks up her hides. She nods to anyone that notices her as doesn't have T'rrent's fortitude to study among the gabbering. She stands up and gains her balance and then she smiles at Serriena "Evening." she says to Serriena and then nods a greeting to T'rrent "Evening weyrleader." she says politely.
Serriena turns back to T'rrent, "I am Serriena visiting from Cove Hold."
T'rrent's face wrinkles up a touch at the mention of the Weyrwoman. He opens his mouth - probably to say something nasty about the aforementioned Goldrider - but he snaps it shut instead. "Well, then. Welcome to Ista Weyr, Serriena. I'm T'rrent, Bronze Morpheth's." Smile.
Shansi keeps right on smiling, "Do you really? I would never have thought we came from the same place..." Implications in no doubt, she gestures loosely with one hand, "And you from such talented crafters, as well. My, the things one learns." But, she smiles, settling that hand back over one arm -- crossed as her arms were. "They really are, but of course, you know that." Impatience flickers briefly across her eyes, for she clearly did not begin this conversation intending to compliment Vecica, however indirectly.
Serriena reaches for a redfruit and sits next to a wet Cassandria. "" she starts but the comments from the catfight distract her.
<OOC> Serriena says, "oops damp"
Thalesin's selective hearing focuses on introductions. They're being given; apparently automatic, he adds, "Thalesin, of Sea Cliff Hold." A pause, and he realizes that T'rrent is one of those who is giving introductions, so he tacks on an amiable, "Sir." Then, of course, he downs another bite of his fruit, gaze flicking back to the... discussion.
Cassandria takes the moment to notice her splashing and wonder just how that happened, but shrugs, long as the hides are safe. She clutches those close to her and stands up, looking for a path to escape the choas that has formed around her.
Ceralise takes her liberally sweetened klah and finds a seat that appears safe. It's entirely possible that's she's too close to Vecica and Shansi for that, but time will tell.
Serriena whispers to the young woman who is petting the cat. "Hello. I am Serriena from Cove Hold. Can you tell me what they are arguing about?" and tilts her chin towards Vecica and the other young woman.
Vecica gives another one of those *beams*. Get the tinted glasses out, folks - she's going to light up the cavern pretty soon. If she doesn't strangle a certain bratty Holder-girl first, anyhow. "It's startling to learn that your parents should have a daughter like yourself, as well," says the rider, all bubblies and ice cream. "Good breeding, I suppose?" Oh, that's a devious look in her eyes. . .
Serriena 's eyes widen at the statements being made.
Cassandria grins at Serriena and shows her it's not a cat but a tiny growing firelizard hidden and then whispers over "They just seem to dislike one another from the start."
Serriena whispers to Cassandria, "It is bad manners for young ladies to fight in public. "
Vecica heard that. She glances sideways at Serriena, pausing to give the girl a wink. "I'm no lady, though. I'm a greenrider."
Cassandria shrugs to Serriena and then offers a smile and whispers back "Perhaps in the hold, but we're in the weyr now. There's different rules here it seems."
T'rrent, out of nowhere, BANGS his fist on the table. "Enough out of you two!" he bellows out in his deep, rumbling voice. "/What/ in Faranth's name are you two arguing about?!?" Ok, so even T'rrent can only take so much distraction.
Serriena jumps when T'rrent bangs on the table.
Rinell glances over towards Serriena and can't help but laugh..before it's abruptly cut off and a surprised look is cast at the bronze rider.
Goldean has connected.
Ceralise blinks at T'rrent as well, even though she was probably wondering the same thing, herself.
It's really quite a shame that popcorn isn't canon, as Thalesin would probably love some to go with the show. Redfruit apparently cuts it, though, for all that he all but drops the fruit at T'rrent's bang. "Shards," he hisses, startled, gaze darting towards the Weyrleader. Then, of course, he looks to see if the discussion actually stops.
Shansi flicks her head back, curls bouncing, "You think so?" A pause. "I have been told I'm too surpass my mother's beauty, what with the combination of Father's looks, but I don't think it's such a startling thing as that, really." Eyes glinting, she smiles just as charmingly as if she didn't know fully well that's not what Vecica meant. "And, well, tutors and breeding can do wonders, as I'm *sure* you know." Of course, neither tutors nor breeding would like this exchange much. For all its glossy exterior.
Shansi * didn't catch T'rrent's pose. Let's say Shansi spoke before the bang? Please?
<OOC> Vecica says, "Alright ^^"
<OOC> T'rrent's fine with that.
<OOC> Serriena says, "i'm cool with that."
Cassandria jumps and Spring squeeks in alarm. With a soft "Ouch!" Cassandria grabs for her hair and tries to calm the unbalanced firelizard that is pulling her braid lose, really tangling wings with locks in a hopeless mess. The hides are clutched with one hand while the other continues to try to grab the green hissing, spitting lizard beneath.
Vecica . . . *blinks* at T'rrent, before sullenly nodding. "Sorry, Weyrleader. But our good little *guest* here and I aren't arguing. Exactly."
Serriena blinks and turns to Cassandria. "Let me help." She attempts to get at the squeaking firelizard in the strands.
Scrubba Scrubba, wash wash. Yep Goldean is still half asleep and trying to finish up his chore
"Then what, pray tell, do you call it, greenrider?" asks T'rrent, completely ignoring Shansi for the time being - visitors and residents are someone else's problem. Dragonriders are his. He stands from his seat to tower over those nearby, and glares at the two bickering women.
Cassandria nods and carefully puts the hides down on the table, trying to avoid the spilled fluid that's there. She grabs a gently hold of spring and smiles at Serriena, "I've got her if you could carefully try to work loose the strands?"
Cassandria flinches with each sharp note in T'rrent's demands, but takes deep calming breaths to sooth the anxious firelizard caught in her hair nest attached to her head. "That's right." she says to Serriena as she begins to loosen the snarls.
It's a good thing Rinell didn't enter into the bickering..though it could have been fun. She looks at Ve before returning Aqua gaze to the weyrleader with a new found respect..but who knows how long that will last.
Serriena 's fingers gently part Cassandria's hair. One of the firelizard's claws snag two strands and she carefully unwinds them from the talons. "Be a good..good.." Serriena looks to Cassandria, "What is the firelizard's name?" She unhooks the last strand from a delicate wing..
Shansi jumps -- yes feet literally leave the ground, if only briefly -- then pales, turning slowly towards the Weyrleader. Snide civility fades promptly away, leaving Shansi to look suddenly quite ... frightened. She tenses, just slightly, eyes gaining the distinct glaze of whiskey over darker velvet. And her cheeks, too, come to full, high color, just as quickly. The girl's mouth opens, shuts, as she avoids making eye contact with ... anyone.
Vecica couldn't tower if she wanted to, so she remains seated. However, to be fair, she *does* straighten her posture and glances up politely. "We were. . . how shall I put it. . . having a verbal joust." Yes, that works. "However, I'm sorry if it's a problem, Weyrleader. We'll talk somewhere else, if it's a problem." Shansi receives a rather dark look. *Now* look what you've done, brat - got Ve in trouble with the WL!
<OOC> Vecica changes that second "a problem" to "distracting" . . .
Thalesin edges just a bit away from the source of the ruckus, gaze still flicking between the participants. He's even forgotten to eat the redfruit, instead watching with vaguely concerned interest, and more than a little wariness. "Shards," he murmurs once more, this time barely audibly.
Goldean goes home.
Goldean has left.
Serriena croons at the little green in Cassandria's grip. "Hello little one!"
Cassandria begins to nod her approval and then stops when her hair is pulled.
T'rrent's ocean blue eyes fix on Vecica again, and he raises an eyebrow. "I would honestly prefer if you didn't argue at all. You're a dragonrider - and an Assistant Weyrlingmaster to boot - you're supposed to set a good example." The sharp anger has faded from his voice, but a tinge of..disappointment? Yes, disappointment. A touch of disappointment lingers on regardless.
Cassandria keeps her eyes away from the towering weyrleader, nearly repentant greenrider and terrofied holder's daughter. She hums softly to try to calm the slowly wiggling green held in her hand behind her neck and she smiles at Serriena for all her help.
Shansi simply looks down, voice whisper-soft and tame as can be as she mumbles, "I'm sorry. That's it. A verbal .. joust." Even Vecica's look seems to unnerve the girl for once, as she swallows carefully before bringing her gaze up towards T'rrent -- still nowhere near the man's eyes. "I can't help myself. I just ... say .. those things."
Serriena relaxes as all signs of fight are averted.
*Now* Vecica is starting to look a little flushed. Anger, sure, she can deal with that. But disappoint the Weyrleader, and things can, as any old Weyrhand knows, get a little difficult. "Sorry, sir," she responds meekly enough. "I suppose we both just struck a nerve." She gives Shansi another little pointed look, then sighs and slumps a little, running a hand through her bangs. "But you're right, I should be more responsible. Even if *she* can't be."
Shansi can't help herself, indeed.
Cassandria ponders "Oh dear, I wonder if my hair will have to be cut?"
Serriena cheerfully says, "I don't think so.. I can unsnarl the tangle if you would like me to!"
T'rrent ahems! at Vecica's remark.
Serriena gently begins to work the tangle from Cassandria's hair. It doesn't take her very long to take care of it with only her fingers amazingly.
Cassandria nods "Please."
Vecica turns a somewhat brighter shade of red about the cheekbones - good grief, Vecica is *blushing*. Straighting up again, she says, "Sorry, sir. Didn't mean to dissapoint. Say, can I . . . " she trails off for a moment, "talk to you for a moment? In private?" And we probably know what - or rather, *who* - she wants to talk about. . .
Thalesin finally does finish off his redfruit, expression thoughtful, but still holding a hint of curiosity. He brushes his fingers on his front, leaving a cheerful hint of redfruit juice on his vest. A bit of color, just what his ensemble needs. Finally noticing the escapades with the firelizard and the hair, he blinks. "Huh, neat trick," he murmurs.
Cassandria has disconnected.
"What /she/ can or cannot do is irrelevant, Vecica. Just please, control yourself?" And, with that, the Weyrleader sits back down once more, shaking his head and mumbling to himself, but sitting nonetheless. Now he's gotta stand up again. At least he's calmed down again, though. "Lead the way," he tells the AWLM.
Rinell still watches T'rrent with that new found respect glowing in her eyes. She smiles..seeming to quite like what she sees perhaps..nah..just a reflection of ligh..right? But then her gze move back to Ve..before finding her glass...deep in thought.
Serriena looks at the young lady whom she does not know.
Serriena turns to Shansi and greets, "Hello I am Serriena from Cove Hold!"
Vecica pushes herself up from her seat, walking - er, stalking, really - towards the lower caverns. "It won't take long."
Vecica heads down the stairs, deeper into the Weyr.
Vecica has left.
Ceralise has disconnected.
Shansi glances quickly to Vecica, then back to T'rrent, then gives her head a faint shake, swallowing again. If her head were lifted well enough to clearly see her face, one might even call that ... apprehension. But no, Shansi never worries over anything, does she? And her eyes aren't shining brighter than ever, nah. Still, the girl does seem to hold herself strangely erect as she starts slipping through the small crowd and towards the stairs.
T'rrent heads down the stairs, deeper into the Weyr.
T'rrent has left.
Serriena calls out "Wait!" to the retreating girl.
Thalesin shakes his head as the crowd starts to disperse. "He's good at that 'disappointed' look," he murmurs, mostly to himself. "Almost as good as my dad."
Serriena says "Ah..the good ole look of pure disappointment."
Serriena says "I knew it well."
Serriena grins.
Serriena looks about relief. "I must admit to being glad he stopped the fight. Young ladies should not fight in public. We are not supposed to be raised that way."
If Shansi hears the beckoning, she gives no sign of it. Indeed, her pace quickens just slightly -- still not going so far as to trot, but ... walking as quickly as grace allows. And that may be the most tell-tale sign of her emotional state.
You follow a flight of stairs deeper into the Weyr caverns.
