Getting to Know You

Fort Weyr - Shenanigan's Lounge
The natural walls of this cavern haven been completely covered and replaced by straight and sometimes curving walls of brickwork. There's method to the madness of covering stone with stone. It's as simple as the electric buzz in the room. New grade electric lights dot the fancy brick worked walls, with wires cleverly hidden behind, allowing more focus to be centered on the rest of the room rather than the numerous strings of wire needed to operate the lighting. Each bulb roosts in a bronzed metal flowering fixture, giving the room a rich atmosphere. Still, the walls are not the only place which has stone on stone appeal. The floor has been run smooth, the surface now slate rock, creating an imperial cast.
Beyond the actual foundations of the lounge, the luxury continues. High backed wooden chairs with padded white seats have been stationed all around the room. Between the individual chairs are benches fashioned out of the same rich wood with pillows made to flatter the cushions. There are low lying coffee tables or end tables near the individual chairs, while there's larger dinning room sized tables with chairs to match scattered as well, giving much variety to those who find themselves in the room. Decorative hangings and framed artwork has been neatly hung around the room, but to offset the meticulous method of the room, there's some pieces that give a sporty feeling to the room - such as a fishing rod or a snow shoe.
Of course, the final appeal of the room comes in the form of it's purpose; athletic competition. There are several games of darts lining the walls, various decks of dragon poker cards available, a large velvet lined pool table centered to one side of the lounge, a mat area surrounded by ropes, and an area that keeps track of all the runner races around the world via radio signal, giving constant updates on the status of the runners. Lastly, there's a bar here, small and built with brick as well. There's usually a bartender on duty willing to mix drinks during the evening hours.


The eggs have been hardening on the Sands for the course of a day now, and, for Thys at least, it's been back to business as usual. With Rhenesath being such a maternal dragon the goldrider's constant presence by her side isn't required, and so, at the end of the long, long day (which is really just pre-dinner in the late hours of the afternoon), Thys has sent an invitation to Z'an, inviting the clutchsire's rider for drinks in Shenanigan's. She's there already, settled into a booth near the dartboards, watching the game underway while she awaits the brownrider.

Z'an seems to find his way rather easily, entering the relatively noisy cavern with a satisfied smile splitting his face in two. Of course, he's been around Fort a bit now since his pudgy brown friend accomplished that miracle only Pern has the secret. Something that Z'an still has difficulties to assimilate. Not that he minds. Not at all! Not when he's been invited by Thys for some drinks. Tilting his head that way and that he finally spots the goldrider and aims at her straight away, bumping a fellow rider in his way and raising both hands in apology before he reaches her. "Hey…Thys. Hope I'm not…that…late?" Too much for a hello.

"Z'an," Thys greets him, offering a smile and a nod of her head as she waves him down to sit opposite her. "You're not at all late. Can I get you a drink?" Perhaps there was a waiter on stand-by, because no sooner does Thys ask then one appears to take their orders. The goldrider orders a pitcher of ale, presumedly to top up the glass she's already drinking from. "So. Six eggs. And they all look healthy, too… always good." Small-talk. Made as she gently drums her fingers against the tabletop. "Will you and Mokusoth stay in Fort until they hatch?"

"As if it can be otherwise?" The brownrider replies good humoredly, shrugging slightly. "Mokusoth is way too stubborn when it comes to babies. It's a first for him….as it is for me." He then relaxes a bit more in his chair, setting his gaze on her. "And yes. Six healthy eggs. Always good…" He echoes, displaying his usual charming smile even though there's a hint of embarrass.

"This is Rhenesath's third clutch, and I'm only just starting to relax a little about it all," Thys admits, smirking softly as she looks down into her nearly-finished glass of ale. "She's incredibly maternal. If Mokusoth feels the need to wander rather than be stuck there, by all means, he's free to do so - she won't mind in the slightest." And then the drinks arrive. "So. Z'an. Beyond, ah, being tangled up in flight-lust with you, I hardly know a thing about you. I figured if we are going to be sharing Sands-space for the foreseeable future, it might be nice to get to know you a little… so… who are you? Or shall I go first?"

Z'an swiftly grabs the freshly arrived ale pitcher to refill Thys's glass and pour him one. "I'm pretty sure he will want to stay close to your Rhenesath. I just hope she won't mind as well." A large sip of his ale is swallowed and his smile widens at the mention of the Flight but then, yes, besides that, they barely know each other. "Oh I can certainly go first. What do you want to know? I shall have no secret for Fort's most charming goldrider." And here he can't help. Harper one day…Harper forever.

Thys can't help but blush at his compliment, hiding her smirk by looking down at the table, then raising her freshly-filled glass in cheers to the brownrider. "To our dragons, and their children." After she takes a sip - giving herself the time needed to calm down the flush on her cheeks - Thys leans back and lets out a sigh as she relaxes. "Alright. Let's see… what do I want to know. Well, I do know that you Impressed at Igen. I happened to be there for that Hatching. And now you're at… Half Moon? Is that right? I suppose, then, that leaves me to ask what you were doing before Mokusoth chose you, and what made you move?"

Z'an is always pleased when he witnesses the expected effect of his words. He just can't help. It's so intimately linked to his personality that he doesn't even realize sometimes. Though, this time, he does. "To our dragons!" is almost shouted back, the ale of his glass leaking some as he raises it vigorously. "Right. I'm at Half Moon. Always have been since I left Southern Boll. You know…." And sipping some more, he leans more on the table, grinning broadly. "I was destined to be the next best Harper type ever before Mok found me…" For some reason he does silence the reasons that made him move back to Half Moon. But if she really wants to know she's nothing but to ask.

"Oh, so you come from Southern Boll, originally? It's quite lovely there." And that would be the diplomat in Thys speaking - though the words are certainly tainted with genuine sentiment. "I don't know if my accent still gives me away, but I'm from Crom. Though I split from the family tradition of mining and entered the Smithcraft, which I would've been a journeyman of by now, if Rhenesath hadn't decided I ought to be hers." A fond smile plays on her lips, and she hides it as she takes a sip from her ale. "Not that I'm complaining, of course. Though she still thinks I ought to push on to get my knot. It's not exactly easy, though, balancing duties to dragon and Weyr with Smithing." Thys smirks, settling her glass down. "Do you still practise your Craft, Z'an?"

Z'an takes another sip, the foamy beverage slowly doing its job as his cheeks gain that particular reddish color. He seems still be able to articulate properly though as he replies rather dramatically. "You just can't stop being a Harper, you know, Thys. That's the best part of this craft." He raises his glass again, drinking again. At this rate, they'll need another pitcher. "Smithing then…" He now muses aloud, his gaze falling to her hands for a second here. "You definitely should resume your studies. Rhenesath is right and you should listen to her." He winks now. Okay. Alcohol inhibition.

Thys laughs - a soft, gentle snort of a laugh. "Oh, I still work metal when I have the time! It's not like I've completely abandoned it; I'm just not progressing through it as quickly as I would have done if I wasn't a rider. Even if I wasn't a goldrider… the position comes with all sorts of responsibilities, you know!" Amused, she reaches out to refill her glass, topping up Z'an's as well. "Honestly, I thought I'd see what Search was all about, get the experience under my belt, then be off on my tour to earn my knot. Life's good at throwing spanners in the works though, isn't it?"

"Tell me about it!" Z'an's laughter echoes hers in just the same way. "I, too, wanted to feel the thrill of Search and such and then resume my wild ascension to the intricate summits of Pern's diplomacy and conspiracy." His laughter brightens as he follows. "And, for a time, it worked. I was left alone on the Half Moon sands, then…yeah…spanner…in a shape of a none the less fiery redhead girl." He deeply sighs at that confession, eyes going nostalgic for a second if not…betraying the slightest wound.

"A fiery redhead, hrm?" Thys leans forward, resting elbows on the tabletop. "I do hope I'm not going to have to apologise to some fiesty lady for having got caught up with you?" She winks, teasingly. "Diplomacy and conspiracy, though? That sounds… like something - someone, more like - that Fort could do with. Do you know how often we find ourselves mired in goodness knows what trouble? There always seems to be someone stirring things somewhere in our coverage area. A conspiracy theorist could be a valuable addition to our Weyr…"

Z'an does listens silently for now. And knowing him the tiny bit, it's something worth to be noticed and even written down! But the browrider's attitude slowly changes as Thys's words sink in, and it's almost feline like that his voice raises again, the whiteness of his teeth more on display as his smile widens dangerously. "Trying to lure me here closer you are you?" If she's teasing he's counter-attacking, leaning closer again. "And do not worry about the fiery lady though…she just…killed our story before it even starts. Now….your offer is very very tempting and I can see how…persuasive your arguments are." Another wink here as he allows his gaze to take more of her frame.

Thys raises one brow, observing Z'an curiously. "Killed your story before it could even start? That sounds quite cruel. I'm sure it's for the better that you parted ways, as people like that are certainly no good for anyone." She raises her glass to her lips, taking a long gulp of the ale within it. "You should speak to our guard. I think right now is the quietest they've known it since I arrived - within a fortnight of me coming to Fort we had thefts and dead bodies turn up. Apparently, I'm a trouble magnet…"

Z'an contemplates his empty glass for a moment, thoughts drifting slightly. "Maybe she was simply too perfect for me and saved herself by running away?" The shrugs that follows helpless as he sighs. This one is certainly very good at hiding feelings here but there's definitely some kind of injury. "So…..you're considering me trouble then?" His mood doesn't seem to darken though. More like the contrary.

"I'm considering the fact that a, you're in Fort, and b, you're here because of me, and the coincidence of those two facts generally means trouble - and yet you claim to be a trouble-investigator, which may just, if you're lucky, cancel out the rest… in which case you're just here because of fate." Thys drums her fingers twice on the table, then grins. "Or because Mokusoth has genes that Rhenesath felt would be superb for her newest children."

Z'an takes his decision and goes for another refill. "I found myself quite lucky recently so I guess I will take all of that as a compliment." He may be better at singing than being a trouble-investigator the way he's adding his own spice to the situation. "And Mokusoth certainly have….interesting genes." And of course he's proud of his big heavy brown friend.

"He's the son of Neyuni's Zuhth, who was once Senior here at Fort, y'know," Thys leans forward a little, voice dipped more quiet as she speaks, "perhaps he's paying homage to his dam's former home by continuing his line here? And I suppose if a brown's ever going to catch a gold, it would be Rhenesath - she does seem overly fond of them, if I'm honest. That's two brown sires out of three clutches." She drums her fingers thoughtfully against the table, lips pursed as she ponders. "Ah well. Not that it matters other than the eggs are healthy. Has Mokusoth always been so… round?"

Z'an empties his glass quickly, returning his attention on the goldrider right after, his smile still somewhat bright. Oh well, with all of compliments he's currently basking in a sort of ego stroke here. "Oh he's certainly capable of behaving like that on purpose, yes. And I wouldn't ever blame him for his choice. I didn't know Neyuni was once Senior here though." As she drums her fingers again, he leans closer, all ears again. "Err…yes. He's always been." Not able to hide that small surprised grimace, Z'an answers quickly, not minding her choice of words here. She'd have certainly came up with lots of other adjectives. "It's amazing how he managed to fit in his own eggshell."

Thys watches Z'an's glass empty yet again, and gives him a narrow-eyed look. "Perhaps you ought to take it easy there, skipper, or I'll have to call my brother over to carry you out." She gives a pointed look across the way to where a tall, thick-set rider is intently watching a game of pool. "I'm personally more fond of dragons with a bit of physical substance than those waifish ones; they look healthier with some bulk, don't they? And given Rhenesath's breadth," she's certainly no dainty gold, "I'd say we're going to have a substantially sturdy clutch of weyrlings."

Falling to the voice of reason has never been one of Z'an's major component of his personality. That's a known fact. At least at Half moon. But clearly here, he's trying his best to give a decent first impression. Pushing his empty glass aside, he nods, his gaze soon following where she points her brother. "I think you're right. Those additional weights or curves add to the charm. And were more than likely get a sturdy clutch for sure. So…." And the mischief in his eyes sparkle again. He just can't help it. "Rhenesath does have a soft spot for browns. A feeling you seem to share…What about….brownriders then?" Oh no. He simply is unable to stop acting like that.

"My brother's a brownrider," Thys says with a smirk, knowing all too well that's not the answer Z'an is fishing for. "Though other than my sisterly affection for my sibling, I'm not entirely sure how you come to the conclusion that I share my dragon's fondness for brownriders. Perhaps I exude a brownriderly-fond aura?"

Z'an chuckles lightly, shifting more in his chair and carelessly placing an elbow on the back of it. "I came to the conclusion that you share your lifemate's fondness for brown dragons…" And he lifts a finger, wiggling it twice. "Not brownriders. But since you mention it, I guess it must be your aura yes. Because everyone knows….it's not the color that matters."

Thys's brows raise, and she leans back in her chair with hands clasped around her ale glass. "Ah, now, I'm actually especially fond of blues, if I'm forced to choose, but I have no true preference. It doesn't feel fair to pick favourites, either amongst riders or their dragons… and I suppose, truth be told, I have more of a thing for glasscrafters. If we're getting into specifics." She smiles crookedly, raising her glass to her lips. After sipping, she picks up the pitcher once more for final refills, before it's empty. "Can I order you anything else, Z'an? Water, perhaps?"

Z'an moves to a more proper position now, crossing his fingers and placing his hands on the table. "You're perfectly right, it was silly from me. Ah…" he lets out, a little embarrassed. "I tend to be more when I…drink." And speaking of which any additional liquid of nay kind would be a disaster for his bladder considering the amount he had since he took a seat in front of her. "Glasscrafters…." he now muses, nodding approvingly. "They're very skilled with their hands…" He trails off, politely denying her offer. "Err…nothing thank you. I'm fine. But it doesn't mean you have to stop."

"Oh, I'm about done, actually," Thys replies, nudging the empty pitcher away. "Thankfully Rhenesath doesn't need me on the Sands with her, so I won't have to suffer too terribly tomorrow after all this ale… but I do still have a job to do." She winks at the brownrider, picking up her glass to sip from the last of the drink within. "I suppose that for you being here is somewhat of a holiday? No wing to report to, no duties, unless Half Moon has you doing things, of course? Which wing do you fly with there?"

Z'an goes on stretching his shoulders now, failing to stifle a groaning sound. "I fly Seamount, the transport and delivery wing. And considering I don't have to listen to all of my rider's report, yeah, you can safely say it's vacation. And since you're not required all the time by Rhenesath's side it does mean you can breath as well? Then, I'm perfectly aware that a goldrider's life is nothing but a busy one. Endlessly busy…"

Thys snorts in amusement. "Oh, for me it's the opposite - if she were more needy, then I'd probably get away with doing less. But, since she doesn't mind if I'm there or not, it's business as usual for me, except less trips outside of the Weyr. I'm not sure I'm quite ready to go that far away from her while she's brooding." Smiling softly, Thys then has to raise a hand to stifle a yawn. "Would you like to have assignments while you're here, Z'an? I can arrange something, if you wish."

If he wasn't currently drinking at this exact moment he'd have choked on his drink. "Assignments? Oh..Well…No…I mean…Don't bother yourself with that. I can help if needed of course, but you don't have to find me something…official?" He's spent most of his youth skipping chores and after that, polished his skill through two candidacies, not to fall back on duty in another Weyr, when Mokusoth is giving him the best excuse ever! "But you know, I wouldn't refuse if i can be anything helpful around here." Really? well, yes. Probably. Additional turns tend to turn him into a more reasonable….adult?

The vehement evasion of work makes Thys laugh. "Alright, alright, treat it as a vacation! Though I have to ask - beyond your conspiracy theory studying and everything else, are you a musical Harper? Because I'm sure no-one would mind you singing for your supper every now and again." Wink wink!

Z'an straightens his chest, now playing with the Harper's pin on the collar of his shirt. "Musical was indeed my main classes." With that he dips his head, amused by her laughter. "It's been a long time but I'm sure if you can find me a guitar, I should be able to…entertain?" Wink right back!

"Oh yes, I can find you a guitar. I can even lend you mine, in return for lessons?" Grinning, Thys picks up her glass and downs the last of her ale. "I've had it for, oh, a good couple of turns now. Never managed to pick it up properly, though… and that should probably be a conversation for another time. Dinner should be served around about now. Would you care to accompany me to the dining room?"

Z'an's interest is highly tickled now that she's offering her own instrument. "You've just found yourself a teacher then, my Lady Thys." He declares, standing up all mannerly, exaggerating all of his moves. Harper style. "With focus and regularity, you shall become a fine musician…" He adds, smiling brightly and leaning just a bit to offer her arm for a guidance to the dining room.


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