21.Jul.19, 10:29 AM
L’gan and Sariel parted ways for a while as she wanted to keep dancing and he was dying of thirst. While he wanted to keep his wits about him, mindful of the expectations of not just Weyr but Hall, he always enjoyed Gathers as a chance to try new vintages or new drinks entirely. With that in mind, he sought out a mead vendor he’d been hearing good things about. His eyes--and head--followed D’hys and B’jin, puzzling over what was happening there, and he almost walked into someone.
L’gan was in the middle of apologizing when he got a look at the other man’s face and his mind blanked--where did he know him from? Clearly a rider, but which Weyr? Had he tended the man at some point? Without the man’s dragon there to spark his memory it was a lost cause, especially with this many people around and in an unfamiliar space. He shook his head slightly and smiled. “Sorry about that. You didn’t spill anything, did you? Can I buy you another to make up for my inattention?” He ordered a simple spiced mead for himself and counted out the marks the vendor stated.
“Sorry again,” he said as they stepped aside to let others up to the vendor, taking a cautious sip of the sweet drink. He’d need to sip slowly on this one; it was quite potent and the sweetness was deceptive, making him crave more immediately. “I’m usually better coordinated; my Semath was always the clutz, though she’s grown out of that, thank Faranth. I’d blame the drink, but this is only my second,” L’gan added with a laugh.
L’gan was in the middle of apologizing when he got a look at the other man’s face and his mind blanked--where did he know him from? Clearly a rider, but which Weyr? Had he tended the man at some point? Without the man’s dragon there to spark his memory it was a lost cause, especially with this many people around and in an unfamiliar space. He shook his head slightly and smiled. “Sorry about that. You didn’t spill anything, did you? Can I buy you another to make up for my inattention?” He ordered a simple spiced mead for himself and counted out the marks the vendor stated.
“Sorry again,” he said as they stepped aside to let others up to the vendor, taking a cautious sip of the sweet drink. He’d need to sip slowly on this one; it was quite potent and the sweetness was deceptive, making him crave more immediately. “I’m usually better coordinated; my Semath was always the clutz, though she’s grown out of that, thank Faranth. I’d blame the drink, but this is only my second,” L’gan added with a laugh.