30.Aug.12, 08:23 AM
Astoreth landed delicately and approached her fellow green. It has been a trying night Astoreth said simply, curling up beside Niskziath and letting out a soft yawn. She suspected the other green had no knowledge of what had happened. While the idea of keeping it a secret made her a little uncomfortable, she kept quiet regardless. That was V'zire's place to say, not hers. She let the issue go, instead choosing to rest comfortably beside her fellow green. A'liran was calm, so she saw no reason not to go ahead and drift off to sleep. She expected he'd strike her up for a tender conversation later after V'zire was asleep. A'liran did a good job playing strong while he had someone to protect, but when the darkness came, he would come to her. He always did.
A'liran smirked playfully at V'zire. "Don't worry, I'm not very good at this," he said, bluffing just a little bit. He wasn't the best player in the Weyr, but he knew his way around a card table. He quickly shuffled his cards and dealt them out. "I don't have anything for us to bet with, so I guess we're just playing for fun," he said. He didn't expect V'zire would play for keeps with money or anything, but something to represent chips still would have been nice just to keep track of things.
His cards were old. He'd been carrying them around with him for over fifteen turns now. They were tattered and frayed, bent...and yet he couldn't retire them. They were one of a few knickknacks he'd brought from the north. They were beaten to the red star and back, but handling them reminded him of home and the good times in a good way, when so often he was surrounded by the bad ones.
Three of a kind. That sucks
He played his hand, and looked expectantly at V'zire. "So, what exactly do you do in your spare time, kiddo? Weyrmate, kids, anything?" he asked casually, realizing he knew almost nothing about this fellow greenrider.
A'liran smirked playfully at V'zire. "Don't worry, I'm not very good at this," he said, bluffing just a little bit. He wasn't the best player in the Weyr, but he knew his way around a card table. He quickly shuffled his cards and dealt them out. "I don't have anything for us to bet with, so I guess we're just playing for fun," he said. He didn't expect V'zire would play for keeps with money or anything, but something to represent chips still would have been nice just to keep track of things.
His cards were old. He'd been carrying them around with him for over fifteen turns now. They were tattered and frayed, bent...and yet he couldn't retire them. They were one of a few knickknacks he'd brought from the north. They were beaten to the red star and back, but handling them reminded him of home and the good times in a good way, when so often he was surrounded by the bad ones.
Three of a kind. That sucks
He played his hand, and looked expectantly at V'zire. "So, what exactly do you do in your spare time, kiddo? Weyrmate, kids, anything?" he asked casually, realizing he knew almost nothing about this fellow greenrider.