8/1/2011
11:18 PM
Logfile from Flandynn.
Xanadu Weyr - Wanderin' Wherry Tavern(#8821RJM)
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.
People: Fl'ynn and Briana
Other: Beldar
Obvious exits:
Clearing <O>
Briana is a teenage girl, her height average for her age. Her long brown curly hair is usually held in a runner's tail that hangs to her waist. Her skin has a somewhat dusky tone denoting that perhaps her father might have been dark skinned. Briana's eyes are a golden flecked hazel colour, often wide as they look upon the world around her. She is slender, but not to the point of malnutrition. Clothes often hang from slim shoulders, hand me downs mostly. Sturdy clothes often given to children who will cause some great wear to them. Most often she is seen in rugged boots upon her feet or sandles depending on the weather.
Carrying:
Sahazyth
It is late evening at Xanadu Weyr and Briana is sitting at one of the tables near a hearth. She is sipping on a cocktail as she looks over some notes set out before her. With Sahazyth growing slowly more eggheavy everyday, she is working on preparing for Search, or at least her part in it. Making sure the sands are cleaned of egg shards of the last hatching, setting up a sleeping area on a ledge behind the sands and such.
Fl'ynn breezes into the tavern upon the breath of exotic locales and fair weather -or maybe he just sweeps into the place with a purpose, a thirsty purpose. Time to battle the 'tender for drink again. "Ale, my good man!" *grunt* "Oh, come on. Seriously. I'm older than thirteen. I /swear/." *stare* "For Faranth's sake, I was just carting this Miner all over the southern range, you could at least serve me up an ale. See, the knot. I'm a /rider/. Older than what you think. Ale, please. My marks are good!" And so the battle goes, only to get another glowering stare in response. The teen groans and sighs, swinging around, eyes falling on Briana. So comes the announcement: "Briana!"
Briana looks up as she hears the familiar voice of Fl'ynn and can not help but smile as she hears the argument. "Let the poor kid have a drink.." She calls out with a light humour on her lips. There has definately been something a bit more relaxed about her since the flight. Since she has spent a couple nights here and there with the bluerider. Perhaps his carefree attitude diluting her wariness a bit. As he calls out to her, she lifts a hand to wave to him, "Fl'ynn!" She calls out in equal enthusiasm.
Fl'ynn looks almost pained as Briana says the word 'kid'. That didn't help him at all. Not at all! He points a finger at her, almost accusing, then offers up a slight smile. He swings back about to look at the 'tender. "See, even the /goldrider/ recognizes-" *Thunk* Ale glass is settled before him. YES! "You are a good man. You are my favorite, I-" When the bartender makes as if to take the ale back, Fl'ynn is quick to shut his yap and reach out to take the mug. "Thank you!" Retreat. Back to Briana. "Those better be lists of possible turnday presents for me," he notes, noting the paper, deliberately taking a seat next to her.
There is humour as he looks back into her gaze. The 'kid' was most definately teasing for the situation at hand. "Yes I do recognize that you look good with an Ale in your hand." Briana says with a quirk of her lips and reaches out for her own cocktail. While perhaps not a complete lush, she does not mind a winddown drink somedays. At the suggestion of the lists, Briana looks down at the lists then up at him with surprise, "Oh…its nearly your turnday? Then I will most definately have to work on a list of such. I forgot ours were so close together."
"What? What? What is this?" Ale is set down and Fl'ynn is already reaching out a hand as if to shuffle up those notes and push them again. "Shards and shells, 'tween you and Lan, always with the sharding paperwork. You impressed a dragon just to end up sitting inside doing busy work? If you wanted to do that, you should have just taken up as a scribe or… or some hold accountant or something else just as yawn-worthy. You don't need that stuff. Nope. You are in the tavern, you eat, drink, socialize." So speakith wise nearly seventeen turns Fl'ynn.
"Well it is part of the job…but yes yes,you are right." Briana replies and closes the folder and slides it to one side. "Just well, this is my first search, so I hope it goes well." Briana says as she reaches for her drink, the old worries flickering past her gaze. "So what do you want for your Turnday?" She ask of him as she looks over to his face, her golden eyes intent on his features.
Fl'ynn gives her an approving look as the folder is set away. In a sigh, the teen leans back, stretching some with the movement, "I'd do for a delicious meal, plenty of free time, good company, and maybe a crazy stunt or two for fun, to ring in my next turn." Beat. "Oh, and lots of ale." Eyeball to the 'tender. Yeah, that's right. He is looking at you! His gaze shifts back to Briana, smile easing, "Aye, I hope it goes well for you too. Much time on the sands?"
"I should like to think I can help with a couple of those requests." Briana replies as she shifts in her seat, tucking a leg beneath her. "So good food, some free time, good company, and plenty of ale." She says with a grin. At the question of her time to the sands she looks down to the folder thoughtfully, "I don't know, apparently every queen is a little different. Some hardly let their riders leave, some are more laid back. I just don't know how she is gonna react though. At least will be in there for Winter…so yeah, feel free to visit."