Asiree's Quarrel

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 colour 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 colours of undyed wool.

A rather hung-over Asiree meanders into the caverns, pausing to blink multiple times. A hand goes up to rub at her eyes and then she ambles over towards the fresh trays of breakfast food and treats, as well as the klah. Once there she pauses, admist the normal morning chaos, to just stare at the presentation.

Mylla has somehow found the time for a break from her terrible work in the kitchens, and has decided to spend a little time enjoying the klah herself. She's nursing a rather large mug of it over by the fire, with her view of the kitchens conveniently blocked in case they urgently need a kitchenhand back from break. She's seated alone, looking around for familiar faces.

Asiree roughly snatches up the klah pitcher and pours herself a mug of klah, spilling quite a bit on the table. The rider then lifts up the mug and takes a long sip of it before she sets it down on the table and refills it. Then she snags a roll, takes a large bite, and stumbles over towards the fire area and plunks down in a random seat.

Mylla watches Asiree with slightly raised eyebrows, a little miffed that she's probably going to have to clean up those spills once she's done with her break. Grrrr. Still, she manages a semi-civil greeting. "Hello there."

Asiree is too self-absorbed and hung-over to really care about any miffed or questionable looks she may or may not be getting. After all, she gets odd looks all the time from the natives for her deviant behavior. The bluerider turns her head, mouth full of bread because she has the best manners, of course, and gawks at Mylla for a moment. Then she resumes chewing and, once the mouthful is swallewed, gawks some more. "Hi," she finally says, and then takes a sip of klah and blinks at the girl. Is it real? Or just some headache induced illusion?

Being ever so terribly nice, Mylla is always willing to assume the best about people. Surely Asiree can't be behaving in this terrible way of her own accord. Something must be awfully wrong. So, her expression becomes one of concern. "Are you alright?"

Something is indeed wrong, and that something would be a hangover. A killer one, in fact. The bluerider stares blankly at Mylla for a moment as gears whirr and click in her alcohol deprived brain. "Ohh," she finally says, slowly. "Just a hangover."

Mylla nods, as if she anticipated that answer. "Rough night? Or just a fun one?" The kitchenhand giggles to herself, and takes another swig of her klah.

The girl's comments earn a grin from the hungover bluerider, "Little of both," she says, looking slightly smug. Asiree then takes another bite from her bread, and manages to sputter out around the mouthful something that could perhaps mean, "And rolls really help."

Mylla nods a little, giggling at the bluerider's behavior. "Just make sure not to eat too much, or you'll be worse off than you were to begin with."

Asiree so does not need to be told that. She is, after all, the master of drinking and the resulting hangovers. Rather than verbally comment, since she is chewing on a roll and her mouth is full, she settles for an eye roll.

Mylla snorts at the eyeroll and shakes her head. "Sure, just ignore my sage advice and see where it gets you… so what was the occassion, anyways?"

"I don't need to be told by a /kid/ what to do," Asiree retorts, now that the pesky mouthful of roll is out of the way. "As for the occasion, that's really none of your business." Looks like the initial sleepiness and sluggishness is wearing off… oops?

Mylla's jaw drops at the opening insult, her friendly demeanor completely dropped. "I am /not/ a kid! I'm almost seventeen turns old! And probably a good bit more mature than you if you get drunk like this often." Harumph. Apparently there's quite the grumpy side to this one.

"/Almost/ seventeen, huh?" Asiree replies in a mocking tone, "Sounds more like you're sixteen. A wet behind the ears, naive child." The bluerider shakes her head in a pitying manner, "So much to learn…" And then the bluerider leers at her, "Want me to teach you?" Um… SCARY.

Mylla furrows her brow, entirely unsure just what to think of this rather scary bluerider. More than anything, she seems offended. "What does it matter if I'm sixteen or seventeen? And, uh… uhm…" She's not at all sure how to respond to the rest of that.

Asiree wins. "You're a /child/," Ree repeats, "That's the point." Although apparently Mylla isn't young enough to be safe from being hit on by Asiree. "See?" she says in response to the kitchenhand's reaction, "You're young and don't know anything."

Mylla sticks out her tongue. "I know anything you'd want to teach me. And if I were a child, you wouldn't be saying, uhm, those things." It's the obvious point, though it could've been made more articulately.

Asiree just smirks at the girl, "You're old enough that you /ought/ to know better. But you /act/ like a child." And hopefully those emphasises will clue Mylla in to the true point that Asiree is trying to get across. Though considering that the bluerider is hungover and not necessarily thinking… well, things are easy to get misinterpreted.

Mylla shakes her head and frowns at the bluerider. "Don't act so high and mighty. Did you get that hangover from behaving like an adult? Honestly, you hit twenty turns old and you're a complete hypocrit."

Asiree quirks a brow at Mylla and looks more amused than Mylla, "And a know-it-all at that," she says, rolling her eyes, "Just what we need here, a naive, young, know-it-all who hasn't seen the world at all and doesn't know the first thing about life." The bluerider stands up, and will now remove her scary and foul presence from Mylla and let the girl enjoy the rest of her morning in relative peace.

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