Fort Weyr - Gemstone Tavern
The dim lighting by the flicker of candles lining the walls is enough to offer a view of a room decorated in such a way as to be tastefully appealing. Each piece of furniture and decoration is chosen to accent another piece, and so on and so forth, matching and tying the whole room together in a theme that's separate, and yet at the same time unified. Tables line one wall, dimly lit by candles hanging in sconces all along. The bar along the far right wall is made of richly toned mahogany, tooled by a master and polished to shine with the soft glow of wood at its finest.
Candles strategically placed add to the atmosphere, accenting, punctuating. Towards the back is an open fireplace, constantly burning with a bright light, warming the tavern on cold nights and serving as a gathering place for patrons' story-tellings. Across the room, lush pillows and soft-covered floors promote relaxation at ease. Just before the pillows is a long stage, so full of its own vigor and memory - nicks here, marks there, scuffs from footware and other things - that it's possible to imagine the shows put on for the patrons without necessarily seeing the performances.


Party, loud, music. This is what the inside of Gemstone Tavern is like on this night. Weyrfolk, guards, traveling harpers and a few traders stand or sit in tight circles. Each little island of people laugh, cheer, sing or roar odd tidbits of conversation they find entertaining. At a large round table in the smokey back corner, Weyr guards are gathered. Drinks slosh all around and they rival even the harpers over total noise made. However, not everyone at this table seems to be fully enjoying the evening.

One of these non-enjoyers is Fort Weyr Guard Yurolt. He's not in a funk or anything, he just doesn't seem to be fully invested in group. Yes, he smiles occasionally, even laughs or throws out his own brief comment, but overall he appears comtemplative at best. Draining his mug, the guard stands and moves over to the bar for a refil. Here he sits, while he waits for his fresh drink, or perhaps to get away from the party a bit.

Abigail is making her way on into the Tavern, a yawn escaping her while she moves along, pausing while she peers around to catch in all the loud music, and parting? Woah, what did she walk in on? She looks around, half thinking about leaving before she catches sight of Yurolt and moves on over to where he is. A smile seen and she sits down next to him. "Hey there Yurolt. How ye doing?"

Yurolt thanks the barmaid for bringing him a new mead and throws some money down as tip. He brings the drink to his lips and pauses, hearing Abigail's greeting. The guard turns slightly to see who it is and nods, taking his drink. "Abigail, didn't expect to see you here." His tone is bit stuffy and he knows it. Yurolt smiles to take the sting out of his tone. "Sorry. I'm a bit off tonight."

Abigail shakes her head slightly while she settles upon the stool, letting her arms fold upon the bar. "Oh that's alright." She glances over to him curiously. "Ye alright Yurolt?.." She ponders curiously if she missed something it seems. "Eh, well I go wandering every now and then. Can't been cooped up to long ye know?"

Yurolt nods. He knows about being cooped up. At least Abi can fly though, right? "Oh, I've just got some things on my mind," he says, while glancing around to make sure no one is close enough to overhear, "I'm out of the Weyr for a while." The guard touches his nose to indicate secrecy. Smiling he asks, "You'll be graduating to from weyrling soon won't you?" He's not too savvy on dragons and their weyrlinghood, but he hears things sometimes.

Abigail nods slightly before glancing to Yurolt to watch him a moment. "Really?" She questions a moment before nodding as she gets the secrecy bit. "Aye, yer not the only one then." A soft ah escapes her. "Yes. In another few days actually. Feels like everything has gone by so quickly." Her gaze turns over to him once more. "Maybe yer be around for it?"

Yurolt shakes his head, though his face registers a bit of surprise. "What do you mean by that?" Another secret mission? Interesting. "I'm afraid I won't be able to make it. Well maybe…" If he's lucky on his mission, that is. He takes a long drink of his mead, "Don't suppose you've heard about Hotaru?" A rather forlorn look crosses his face as he says this.

Abigail nods sightly and peers at him curiously. "I can't go into to much detail now can I?" She winks at him playful like. A soft aww escapes her though she soon nods. "Well, I hope yer around." This said with a soft tone. "Hotaru… What about Hotaru?" She glances over to him.

Yurolt blinks, he thought it'd be big news. "She's gone. Got Searched or something…" He has a weird mix of pride and sorrow in his voice. Another drink and a shrug. "I'm hoping to be able to get back in time for the graduation, I just don't know if it's possible." The guard does nod his head in response to Abigail's candid response.

Abigail ohs and pauses while watching Yurolt a few moments, she lets her hand rest against his arm a moment. "I'm sorry Yurolt" This said with a soft tone. Pondering what else she could possible say at the moment. "Ye know I can take ye to go see her whenever ye like dontcha?"

Yurolt shrugs again and says, "Aren't Candadites busy all the time? Plus, is there really room for…anyone, /when/ she does Impress…" His tone does little to disguise the conflicting emotions of worry and the desire to see Hotaru succeed. On top of this, his upcoming mission also weighes heavily on his mind. What turmoil must be going through his head?

Abigail gives his arm a soft squeeze. "Sure, but they do get a rest day now and then. So maybe we can find out when and ye can at least talk to her." She blinks and peers at him a moment. "Room for anyone There's room for T'us in my life so what do ye think?"

Yurolt sighs. "He's a rider…" His voice trails off, and he drinks down some more from his mug. Maybe it's best not to dwell on such things. "Enough about my problems, what's new with you?" The guard's face says he's okay, but that twinge in his voice, well..

"Yurolt, don't give up hope." Abigail says with a soft tone while she watches him. "His a rider, but we've managed to have something with me being a weyrling. Not like I get to see him every day." She points out. Going on with her. "Ah, well not too much actually. I got to help with a Thunderbird Drill so to speak over at Sea Hold. Wasn't bad, but I'm sore from making sandbags and pulling a few people outa the waves."

Yurolt looks suprised, sandbags and pulling people out of waves? "What..uh…what happened at the Sea Hold? And will you find out if you're in Thunderbird on graduation?" He motions towards the barmaid, indicating for Abigail to order, it's on him. As per usual.

Abigail orders a ale as normal while glancing back to Yurolt. "There was a flood, one of the levies broke and swapped the hold, waves was coming in and everything." A slight shrug is seen. "I hope to be put there. Though it's not really up to me what happens. I go where I am told."

Yurolt nods. "That's too bad. Got the levies all fixed up?" He tips the barmaid again and says, "Surely you have a prefrence list or something they consider?" They means the Weyr staff, of course.

From across the bar, the guards roar with laughter and much clinking is heard as they toast something or another.

Abigail nods to the question. "Ya, it's all taken care of now at least." She shrugs while peering down at the guards roar of laughter and lifts a brow pondering before she looks back to Yurolt. "Oh sure, I've commented and all on wanting to be there. Now I just hope it works out ye know?" "So what are yer friends celebrating?"

Yurolt looks over at the guards as well. His eyebrow is cocked slightly as he nurses his drink. "Iarohana, that one there," he points the guard out, if Abi doesn't already know her, "She's going up for a possible promotion. For her part at Gold Hill. We're pretty sure she'll get it." He raises his glance in a toast across the room. Then he turns his mug and glance back to his neighbor. "Best of luck for you as well."

Abigail a soft oh escapes her and she nods with a smile as she recalls Iarohana from Gold Hill. "Well good for her." This said while she lifts her drink and nods to the lot down the way before she looks back to Yurolt."Thanks, hopefully it'll work out."

Yurolt gives yet another nod. "So, what happens when you graduate? Do you get some time off or go strait to your new wing?" He sips from his mug while he waits for her answer, his eyes skimming the bar, he's not bored, his just observing.

Abigail shrugs a moment at the question. "I don't know really." This said with a soft tone, she ponders a few moments even. "I wouldn't mind a bit of time off to tell you the truth." This said with a soft murmur at the thought.

Yurolt sighs in pleasure from his beverage. He winks at Abigail and smiles. "I bet T'us would like that as well." Oh ho! Very coy. He relaxes deeper into his seat and says, "I'd like some time off as well…but it's not likely for me," he points to his leg with a grin, "I got to much vacation with that wound."

Abigail blinks and smirks at that. "Hey… Don't go putting ideas in my head." Not that she wasn't thinking about that to start with. "I don't think I'll have the option either." A soft huff escapes her and she waves her hand a moment. "I'm sure if you asked they would give you some time off."

Yurolt shrugs. He finishes his drink and holds his hand over it to let the barmaid know not to refill it. It's not wise to get drunk the night before a mission. "We'll see when I get back from this op." The guard eyes Abi's drink to see if she'll be wanting another, "I bet the same for you. Gotta ask, the worst that happens is they say no."

Abigail hasn't even drank too much from her fur one, so there is no chance of her getting another at the moment it seems. "That's an idea. An i best hear that ye did… Also if ye ever want ta go see Xanadu, let me know alright?"

Yurolt nods. "I've never been to Southern at all. As soon as I find some time I'd love to go. But don't let me take your time up, I can always find a taxi." He sees her drink is still fullish and waves the barmaid away, politely of course.

Abigail shakes her head and smiles to Yurolt. "I don't mind going at all, truely. Nium would enjoy it as well. He rather likes going around exploring actually."

Yurolt nods and says, "I can understand that. I had originally planned on making my way south and exploring, before I ened up here, that is.." He gives a little shrug and smiles at Abi, "Thanks in advance though." The guard raises his mug in a toast and realizes it's empty. He laughs at his own oversight and gives Abigail a look asking her to forget that ditsy moment.

Abigail nods slightly and smiles. "Well, I'm glad ye came here instead. Nice ta have ye as a friend Yurolt." She lifts her mug to share in the toast, pausing she winks and pours some of her ale into his mug with a grin so they can do a proper toast it seems.

Yurolt laughs and accepts the smidgeon of ale. He drinks and says, "I'm glad I came here too. And thank you, that means alot to me." Are his eyes tearing up? No, surely not. "I've made some fantastic friends here. Shells, I think even Th'ero likes me." With this he chuckles. The door to the tavern opens as a few people come in and Yurolt gasps. "It's getting late! I'll be needing to go, we're leaving in the early morning."

Abigail titls her head while sipping at her mug, a nod seen and she winks at him. "Not a problem Yurolt. If Th'ero has taken a liking too ye then that is a good thing." This said with a playful tone. She binks while peering over, a soft oh escaping her and she soon nods. "Stay safe, aye?"

Yurolt gives an overly cheesy grin and says, "Aren't I always?" With that he lays down the marks to pay his tab and pats Abigail on the shoulder as he stands. "I'll come by and congratulate you when I get back. G'night!" He waves as he makes for the door, pausing briefly as he opens to the door to yell a goodbye to the other guards. Then he's gone into the night.

Abigail chuckles and nods with a smile. "True.. An ye had best do just that or I'l send Niumdreoth to track ye down." She calls out with an amused tone.


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