11.May.18, 05:29 AM
Due to the fact none of the Weyrs were at full capacity — or even anywhere near it — meant there were plenty of empty weyrs sitting around forgotten and unused. Perfect locations for a candidate to throw a party and not get in anyone’s way. And, more importantly, a place where you were less likely to be found and get in trouble.
By now Nerreh knew nearly all the weyrs laying empty in Telgar. She didn’t know Ista nearly as well, though she took a few evenings while waiting for Nadioth’s Clutch to hatch to take a proper tour, noting the ones with good views, ones that were particularly out of the way, and ones that were a good size and shape for parties. Like the one Nerreh had chosen for this particular venture.
It was an old family weyr, meant for weyrmates who both had dragons. Honestly, Nerreh was surprised this one was still unclaimed. It was off among a group of unclaimed weyrs, which made it ideal to some people for the solitude. Nerreh didn’t know why it was unoccupied. She just knew it was a good place for get togethers involving teenagers and alcohol.
And, since she was now officially eighteen turns, Nerreh figured teenagers (and twenty-somethings) and alcohol would make for a fun celebratory evening.
Getting everyone invited was a lot easier with all the candidates at Ista for the upcoming Hatching, and Nerreh managed to strong arm her favorite cousin into running messages for her to the other Weyrs to invite a few other people who weren’t Candidates. She also had him help in getting food and drink sorted out. Having him around was certainly a bonus of being at Ista.
As it was her birthday, the entrance fee was a gift for her. Most people were bringing more drinks for the party, which Nerreh guessed was okay, even if she didn’t even get to taste most of them. A couple people brought candy — her sweet tooth was known by some of her friends and fellow candidates — and someone brought a small cake, which Nerreh had been keeping by her side and slowly munching on ever since. No one else deserved the cake. It was too good for that.
She had brought a few cushions into the unfinished weyr, and the one she’d claimed for her own slowly gathered a collection of various items around it, as well as an empty bottle or two. Most of the alcohol there was not high end, but her darling cousin had bought her a bottle of nicer stuff, which she was keeping by her side to dole out to the people she felt deserved it. So far, that was just herself and her cousin, but hey, plenty of time yet.
Curled up on her birthday throne cushion Nerreh surveyed the chaos she had sewn. There were more people than she had expected, honestly. She wasn’t exactly a social pariah, but she wasn’t super well liked either. But hey, a party was a party right? If everyone was drunk you didn’t have to care who it was for. And people were definitely in various stages of inebriation; Nerreh was pretty sure a couple people were smoking something out on the dragon ledge. She really hoped there was someone sober keeping an eye on things over there, cause she was not going to get in trouble for some trashed idiot falling out of the weyr. And it couldn’t be her, cause she wasn’t sober anymore. She was… well, something, Nerreh thought, glancing at her current glass of — you know, what was this? Misharan had given it to her, which meant it wouldn’t fuck her up too bad but she had no idea what mix of drinks he’d put in it. Whatever. She was drinky enough to not care.
N’ser, her cousin, had gotten distracted by some pretty Candidate he’d had his eye on and abandoned her to flirt. Nerreh figured he deserved it for helping her set this shindig up, even if his taste was poor. Honestly, them? Still, now alone, Nerreh nursed her drink and waited for someone to approach her or some drama to start up and provide entertainment.
By now Nerreh knew nearly all the weyrs laying empty in Telgar. She didn’t know Ista nearly as well, though she took a few evenings while waiting for Nadioth’s Clutch to hatch to take a proper tour, noting the ones with good views, ones that were particularly out of the way, and ones that were a good size and shape for parties. Like the one Nerreh had chosen for this particular venture.
It was an old family weyr, meant for weyrmates who both had dragons. Honestly, Nerreh was surprised this one was still unclaimed. It was off among a group of unclaimed weyrs, which made it ideal to some people for the solitude. Nerreh didn’t know why it was unoccupied. She just knew it was a good place for get togethers involving teenagers and alcohol.
And, since she was now officially eighteen turns, Nerreh figured teenagers (and twenty-somethings) and alcohol would make for a fun celebratory evening.
Getting everyone invited was a lot easier with all the candidates at Ista for the upcoming Hatching, and Nerreh managed to strong arm her favorite cousin into running messages for her to the other Weyrs to invite a few other people who weren’t Candidates. She also had him help in getting food and drink sorted out. Having him around was certainly a bonus of being at Ista.
As it was her birthday, the entrance fee was a gift for her. Most people were bringing more drinks for the party, which Nerreh guessed was okay, even if she didn’t even get to taste most of them. A couple people brought candy — her sweet tooth was known by some of her friends and fellow candidates — and someone brought a small cake, which Nerreh had been keeping by her side and slowly munching on ever since. No one else deserved the cake. It was too good for that.
She had brought a few cushions into the unfinished weyr, and the one she’d claimed for her own slowly gathered a collection of various items around it, as well as an empty bottle or two. Most of the alcohol there was not high end, but her darling cousin had bought her a bottle of nicer stuff, which she was keeping by her side to dole out to the people she felt deserved it. So far, that was just herself and her cousin, but hey, plenty of time yet.
Curled up on her birthday throne cushion Nerreh surveyed the chaos she had sewn. There were more people than she had expected, honestly. She wasn’t exactly a social pariah, but she wasn’t super well liked either. But hey, a party was a party right? If everyone was drunk you didn’t have to care who it was for. And people were definitely in various stages of inebriation; Nerreh was pretty sure a couple people were smoking something out on the dragon ledge. She really hoped there was someone sober keeping an eye on things over there, cause she was not going to get in trouble for some trashed idiot falling out of the weyr. And it couldn’t be her, cause she wasn’t sober anymore. She was… well, something, Nerreh thought, glancing at her current glass of — you know, what was this? Misharan had given it to her, which meant it wouldn’t fuck her up too bad but she had no idea what mix of drinks he’d put in it. Whatever. She was drinky enough to not care.
N’ser, her cousin, had gotten distracted by some pretty Candidate he’d had his eye on and abandoned her to flirt. Nerreh figured he deserved it for helping her set this shindig up, even if his taste was poor. Honestly, them? Still, now alone, Nerreh nursed her drink and waited for someone to approach her or some drama to start up and provide entertainment.