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07.Jul.14, 02:30 PM
The trip between had cooled him off, both physically and mentally, to the point that when Xyreith landed lightly in the centre of the city gather grounds, the bronzerider wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself. The goal, truly, had been lost somewhere in the transition between Weyr and Hold. What did he hope to find, in the hidebound community where marriage and virginity were of the utmost importance? R’nya’s nose scrunched up and he slid silently off his dragon; he was not interested in going up to Telgar Weyr, any more than he was sniffing out someone in Katila.
As Xyreith stood up and stretched, R’nya subtly looked around, reaching up to take his dragon’s leathers off when the bronze lowered himself to make the task easier. Handing Xyreith the leather straps to take care off, R’nya watched as his life mate carefully held them in one clawed grip as he took off to angle in to the Watch Tower, greeting the dragon there with his usual disdain. R’nya snorted softly, and turned to follow a couple of loud fellows that were clearly both drunk and bar hopping.
He honestly had not expected them to lead him anywhere decent, but they at least lead him to an interesting part of town. Detouring from trailing the two singing men, R’nya approached what looked like a busy, but much quieter tavern. He stepped aside as two men left, in much better condition than those that were still ambling down the road, and took a moment to quiz them on the business. They weren’t much help, far more interested in asking where his dragon was and frowning when he told them Xyreith was up on the watch heights. Letting them move on their way, the Wingleader approached the door almost cautiously and stepped through quietly, glancing with hidden annoyance at the little bell that jingled.
It was not what he expected, or really remembered. Of course, what he remembered was going into bars far more like that which the singing drunks had come out of, alongside his fellow bronzeriders during the week following graduation. Being perpetually drunk during that time had been a wonderful way to live, at least until Etralla had had enough, and made hangovers more painful than they were by themselves. This establishment was clearly of better quality than those of so many turns ago. R’nya decided to stay, and stepped quietly to one side and into an unoccupied corner.
“Evening,” R’nya replied quietly as a woman stopped and stared down at him, her smile far too bright for so late in the evening and ‘good’ was not quite on his list of desirable descriptive, though the flight itself earlier had certainly been rather lovely… Pushing such thoughts from the front of his mind, and ignoring Xyreith’s snigger, R’nya arched an eyebrow at the girl’s question, in a rather well known expression from the bronzerider. “Something to eat, and something to drink would be lovely, if I may. I shall leave the choices to your far more knowledgeable self; Anything is better than Katilan attempts.”
I’m not sure that’s a compliment, Sir. Xyreith’s amused voice filled R’nya’s mind and the bronzerider lowered his gaze from the serving girl to the table in order to respond; the Riders had quickly found that their vague expressions of communicating with their dragons tended to cause more issues than not with the holderfolk. Not sure I intended it to be, Xy, R’nya replied drolly, causing his dragon to snort in amusement.
As Xyreith stood up and stretched, R’nya subtly looked around, reaching up to take his dragon’s leathers off when the bronze lowered himself to make the task easier. Handing Xyreith the leather straps to take care off, R’nya watched as his life mate carefully held them in one clawed grip as he took off to angle in to the Watch Tower, greeting the dragon there with his usual disdain. R’nya snorted softly, and turned to follow a couple of loud fellows that were clearly both drunk and bar hopping.
He honestly had not expected them to lead him anywhere decent, but they at least lead him to an interesting part of town. Detouring from trailing the two singing men, R’nya approached what looked like a busy, but much quieter tavern. He stepped aside as two men left, in much better condition than those that were still ambling down the road, and took a moment to quiz them on the business. They weren’t much help, far more interested in asking where his dragon was and frowning when he told them Xyreith was up on the watch heights. Letting them move on their way, the Wingleader approached the door almost cautiously and stepped through quietly, glancing with hidden annoyance at the little bell that jingled.
It was not what he expected, or really remembered. Of course, what he remembered was going into bars far more like that which the singing drunks had come out of, alongside his fellow bronzeriders during the week following graduation. Being perpetually drunk during that time had been a wonderful way to live, at least until Etralla had had enough, and made hangovers more painful than they were by themselves. This establishment was clearly of better quality than those of so many turns ago. R’nya decided to stay, and stepped quietly to one side and into an unoccupied corner.
“Evening,” R’nya replied quietly as a woman stopped and stared down at him, her smile far too bright for so late in the evening and ‘good’ was not quite on his list of desirable descriptive, though the flight itself earlier had certainly been rather lovely… Pushing such thoughts from the front of his mind, and ignoring Xyreith’s snigger, R’nya arched an eyebrow at the girl’s question, in a rather well known expression from the bronzerider. “Something to eat, and something to drink would be lovely, if I may. I shall leave the choices to your far more knowledgeable self; Anything is better than Katilan attempts.”
