Welcomes of Different Sorts

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.

Zeyniar having been put right to work, is busily wiping down a table where some avid eaters have made a nice mess. He picks up some of the scraps from the table as he notices the new arrivals, he smiles and raises a scrap in his hand toward the firelizard.

Ethne watches as Zeyniar goes to talk to the tavern keeper and heads over to sit down with a yawn. She pulls out a chair and uneasily sits down on the chair.

T'vis enters at a quick trot, the tiny green in his arms chittering insistantly and creeling loudly whenever he pauses to get his bearings. Spotting Zeyniar clearing the tables he waves the man down. "I can dispose of those scraps rather quickly if you'd be kind enough to donate them to a good cause?"

Zeyniar turns quickly and dumps out a bowl, then choicely picks through the scraps, when he determines that the little lizards stomach could not possibly consume more then what is in the bowl he walks over to the man, "By all means, I would like to avoid the flys that scraps draw to the garbage pile." He sents the bowl down on a table, and then grabs the towel that is his belt, "Please, take a seat, is there anything I can get you?"

Danewt heads right for the stage as he calls out "Evenin' Lenai…." With the vaguest quick almost glance to the bar. There's a couple of cases in hand, containing instruments for the nights entertainment. It's hard work being the Weyrharper, late nights at the tavern, early mornings with the littles, the afternoons doing other Weyr business….You know it's no wonder the poor guy can't seen to find a date, he doesn't have the time for it.

T'vis nods his thanks to the young man as he begins to stuff scraps down Tail's mouth to make the little beast shut up for a little while. "Until this one stuffs herself silly and goes to sleep I won't be able to handle mug or plate, but I'll be sure to let you know once I am able, thank you."

Zeyniar nods appreciativly, he looks to the weyrwoman, "I am sorry Ethne, I am afraid I have been caught up in my excitement to actually get a job here. Do you need anything?" he looks off to the harper briefly, "I will be right with you master harper.. "

Ethne looks over towards Zeyniar as she says softly. "it's alright. No worries." She looks around. "Just needed to sit down that's all."

Zeyniar acknowledges the weyrwomans answer, then quickly approaches the harper, "May I get you anything this evening? Something to ease the creativity?"

"It's Journeym-…..wait…unfamiliar voice." Newt turns, setting down the instruments ont he stage. He smiles to the fresh, young face. "I'll have a red juice and a plate of meatrolls and mixed veg. Oh and I'm Danewt, the Weyrharper. Everyone pretty much just calls me Newt though. Welcome to Xanadu….."

Zeyniar nods quickly at the order, then turns on a heal and is on the way to the prep room, he returns within a moment a mug of juice in one hand, and holding a hot plate of meatrolls with a towel in his other, "It is good to meet you Newt, I am Zeyn, the newest barhand here in this fine establishment. "He beams a smile at stating his position.

Ethne gets up from the table slowly. "I'll be right there Mellonath… I can't move much faster than you can." She mutters mainly to herself as she sighs heading towards the door.

T'vis eases himself into a chair as Tail begins to slow her mad feeding slightly. Nevertheless, he frowns slightly as he spots Ethne and puts his full attention to the small green in the crook of his arm.

Zeyniar rushes quickly to hold the door open for the woman, "Please take care of yourself. It appears you are reaching your time.. "

Ethne looks towards Zeyniar as she says quietly. "Don't even say that… I got to take care of Mellonath first…" She sighs as she walks out of the tavern. "Thanks anyways."

T'vis gets to his feet carefully, Tail falling into sleep. He shakes his head and slips out. "Perhaps another night, barkeeper." He calls as he strides to the door and back out again.


Xanadu Weyr - Hatching Sands

The large circular "stage" is surrounded on one half by a towering wall, thin slit windows high overhead letting in some light without truly endangering the objects on the sands, though plenty of lights are spaced at human-level all the way around. The other half is ringed by the dark blue seats of the observation level, rising upwards towards the back wall. The circle itself is filled with a mix of red and white sands, deep enough to cover the largest of dragon eggs with ease. To one side, a small door is visible, hidden away behind a platform meant to provide a place for the clutch parent's lifemates to stand during the on goings.

Well it has seemed like it would take forever for the honey golden queen of Xanadu Weyr would take to the sands and all but she finally did and well the results at least were consistant… 6 eggs. There's still puzzlement over the small clutch but at least one thing is agreed, they are colorful in their own way. Mellonath has settled into her maternal role on the sands without hesistation and causing her pregnant rider Ethne to wish her own pregnancy would be over as quickly too so she can hold her and her weyrmate K'ralt's second child. Bets are on though as to what colors the eggs will hold in this clutch and whether Ethne will manage to be able to handle her last trimester of her second pregnancy on the sands yet again. Odd coincidence that the pair have managed to time those things oddly.

Quilt of Heaven Egg
Like a rainbow in the night sky, this egg is a singular vision of wonderment, like the very glimpse of the universes birth woven across the polished round in strands of silk of all the finest, purest colors the eye could ever take in and comprehend. On a dark velvet background painted with glittering diamonds, a whorl is spun. From a core of fire stretches out a gentle vortex of light. Tendrils of night-dark sapphire are interwoven with prussian fog. In another direction, a splash of translucent wine over rubies meets with the whispering colors of an approaching dawn. In yet another, colors of warmth and coolness meet in a dance of gossamer-spun sky blue and the gentle rosy pink of a childs blush.
Event Horizon Egg
Black like nothing imaginable is this egg. Deep, dark, like the emptiness of Between encased within a singular sphere of shell that seems to consume all light that hits upon its dark surface. Only by staring deep do other colors dare reveal themselves a faint, twilight rim that runs in a perfect line around the meridian, shadowy shimmers of purples and blues that suggest perhaps deeper things lay where perhaps the eye cannot see.
Candles in the Dark Egg
Rich ebony greets the inquisitive eye which might first settle upon the curve of this unremarkable shell. A moment's attention greets a shifting in the monotonous colour, first blurred, then in clearer detail, pinpricks of light. White, yellow, red and blue. Different shapes and sizes, they rest in an uncertain pattern which the imagination might unite to form objects, plants and creatures of all shapes and sizes. As the light shifts, the spots disappear once more leaving nothing but a sea of absolute darkness in their wake.
Unity of the Elements Egg
Molten lava once flowed over the surface of this near perfect sphere, coming to rest within a bed of dark water. The rising steam slowly shifted into a thick blanket of clouds while the newly formed earth blossomed with plantlife. All this is told at a glance by the smallest of the Clutch, a round ball of green, blue, brown and white, as it rests amongst its fellows.
Spiraling Ice and Dust Egg
Hazy blue seems to settle upon the oblong shell of this egg, creating the illusion of it being far larger than its actual size. Grey shimmers beneath the cornflower blue curtain, like a large rock obscured by mist. Creams and whites are splattered around the lower extremities, like a flowing tail stretched out towards the sand.
Orb of Golden Radiance Egg
Swirling reds intermingle with darker oranges upon the surface of this egg. Streaks of golden yellow appear to shoot from the surface giving the appearance of beams of light exploding into the air out of what looks like a pool of intensely hot lava. Overall the appearance of the egg seems as if it would be extremely hot to the touch and gives the deceptive impression that it gives off just as much heat. A rather deceiving illusion for certain even when glimpsed from a distance.

T'vis is still cradling Tail when he pauses at the entrance to the Sands, a rather insistant Itineranth nudging him forward gently but firmly from behind. "Iti… You'll make me drop her!" The Bronze gives an uncertain croon, glancing at the pink mass beyond and warbles uncertainly, his eyes whirling quickly.

Mellonath keeps herself busy on the sands moving the sand around the eggs and making sure the sand is packed around them just right as she fusses and frets.

T'vis blinks. "She's Clutched then?" He glances at Itineranth, "Not bad. You're breaking even I think." Considering he's such a small Bronze, six is respectable.

Ethne comes out onto the sands and blinks as she yawns. "Woah… you really need to give more warning or something Mellonath." She sighs as she puts her hands at her back and it seems like her back is bothering her a bit. "Ow… you think you'd at least give people more warning…" She closes her eyes. "Hopefully K'ralt will be here soon. My back hurts."

T'vis frowns and raises his free hand to pat Itineranth lovingly. "Come on you big brute… It's time for us to move on, I'm sure Mellonath knows the drill by now." Plus there's Alandoth as well. "We should leave them be."

Ethne glances towards T'vis as she finally notices him and says quietly. "Why do you say that?" Mellonath appears content in her motherly role again though she hasn't yet fussed about Itineranth being on the sands yet… now if he tries anything unexpected the gold may get unhappy quick.

T'vis glances up as the weyrwoman addresses him. "Oh… Well." He shrugs, looking down at Tail again. "We've only been invited to stay for Ophiliath's two Clutches." Itineranth is still stretching his neck out, carefully taking a step forward to get a better look at the Clutch.

Ethne says quietly as she says. "You're free to stay around… Mellonath says she doesn't mind."

T'vis glances over at the woman and shakes his head. "What about your Weyrmate?" There's a slighyl smirk on his face, a look which suggests he's ready for rejection in his eyes.

Ethne looks towards T'vis as she says quietly. "He wouldn't stop you or your bronze from being on the sands…" She seems a little concerned. "Why are you worried about it?"

"No!" The reply's out instantly, firmly and obviously false as T'vis' still not meeting the woman's gaze. "See? This is why you should stick to Greens." He mutters under his breath, shifting the little green in his arms into a more comfortable position and shifts a step sideway to be nearer his Bronze.

Ethne is a bit confused as she hears his response and says quietly. "I don't understand." She finds a spot to lean against the wall as she closes her eyes.

Itineranth moves forward another careful step, turning to face Mellonath and the six Eggs more fully. T'vis watches him in mild annoyance as he shifts Tail once more. "Come on, Iti. You don't want to get stuck on the Sands again, do you?" A confirming warble is his reply, though his expression might hint that there might have been a few words to back that up. "Do I have to stay with you, if she'll let you, that is." A soft snort in his direction. "Why exactly?" He turns to glance at Ethne. "Does your Lifemate make sense at least?"

Ethne looks over towards T'vis as she hears Mellonath croon and she does seem to not mind Itineranth getting closer at least to look at the eggs. Ethne hears T'vis' words and well apparently is kinda confused. "She makes too much sense at times." She replies.

T'vis eyes his Lifemate. "So all that talk about just wanting to know the size of the Clutch was just so that I'd be stuck here right?" He shakes his head. "Though so…" He glances at Ethne and frowns. "So… Juice and chairs?"

Ethne looks towards T'vis as she replies. "Um… I guess so." She seems a little unsettled likely due to her back bothering her as she is distracted.

T'vis nods and moves toward the exit. He pauses though and turns to look at the Bronze, "Iti." Itineranth turns to look at his Lifemate and extens his muzzle toward him. He snorts softly as Tail is placed upon the wide, warm bed and the man leaves. "Make yourself useful, would you?" There's a hint of amusement in the man's voice as he slips out for the required items and leaves his Drgaon to babysit the baby 'lizard.

Ethne nods as she watches the rider leave and focuses back on Mellonath, the bronze and well…the nagging pain that is on her nerves.

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