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.


It was a bad idea, coming to the tavern. Despite it being a familiar haunt, the wilds weyrwoman looks so out of place. Knotted hair has yet to be tamed, yet it is looking a little neater than her first few days in the Weyr. Where Dtirae once used to barge to the center of the commotion in the tavern, she now retreats to a booth that's settled furthest from people but there are still others around. She is certainly not comfortable, at ease, or loud. Even her alcohol remains in the mug, sipped at but hardly touched. Her gaze is distant, and her expression overwhelmed despite the conversation taking place silently.

When someone else sits across from her, thankfully it's not a stranger — or a source of noise. It's just Inri, who has done the typical thing she does and invited herself to sit there. Not that she actually says much of anything, as if she's trying not to be overwhelming; simply sits down, with a quiet, "Hi," and puts her drink and bowl of fruit down. "It's okay if I sit here, I hope?" Better her than the commotion.

Dtirae is, at least, not startled at the soft 'hi' that comes from Inri. Grey eyes simply return to focus and settle on the woman opposite of her. "Hey." A tentative smile settles in place, before she is forcing her posture to shift from rigid and upright to something (hopefully) more relaxed. "Yes. Of course, Inri. Why wouldn't it be?"

"You might have been expecting someone else," Inri half-guesses, shrugs, puts a piece of fruit in her mouth, swallows, keeps talking: "Or just wanted to sit alone. Not that it's all that safe to sit alone here, someone will eventually sit down who you don't want to deal with. Figured I'd spare you that." The drink the other weyrwoman has is getting a more curious look than anything — Inri has, apparently, become a proponent of 'forgive and forget and not need to talk about it unless you want to' at some point. "What is that, is it not good?"

"Hmm." Dtirae considers and then chuckles softly. "Not really, no. I can't say I've made plans to meet someone." As for someone joining her eventually, the woman tilts her head in slight consideration. "I don't know. I think I was giving off enough of a 'crazy' feeling to ward any potential tablemates off." Because, she is aware of that distressed appearance she was sporting. "Ale. Do you want it? I haven't had any in so long and now the taste just doesn't do well by me." She feels bad, at least. There's a look of guilt there. "I wanted to see if I would enjoy it after going so long without."

Inri shakes her head, though she's putting up quite the physical contrast: riding slacks, a neat shortsleeved T-shirt, plait behind her head and light makeup. "Don't know about that. I'm not the only one who missed you." She may also really like Nyalle, and have become a competent right hand to the current Senior, but that didn't mean she didn't miss Dtirae. As did some of the other patrons, as it were. "Someone else might've wanted to come say hello. But — alcohol's an acquired taste, especially beers. That doesn't just mean the first time around; if you want to enjoy drinking you have to work your way back up to it." So sayeth the former barmaid. Who then takes a sip of Dei's drink and nods thoughtfully. "Might be too strong to jump back into if you've been away from all booze for a while; try something lighter?"

"Well, at this point? I don't know who hates me versus who missed me. I tend to assume towards the former." Dtirae notes, giving the other a rather apologetic with a slight shrug. "But, thank you." For missing her. For approaching, too. "Well, I'll say hi to others… Eventually. It's overwhelming. All the noise. The people." The drink is pushed closer to the other and there's a soft sigh. "I suppose I'll have to start from the bottom, if I want to get back into things." Disappointment lingers there, but what can one do? "Maybe later. One thing at a time. Though, drinking alone would be sad. We could maybe…?" There's a soft cough and a shake of her head. Dismissing that just as quickly as it formed. "I'm sorry, Inri. For leaving without talking to you. Please know that I don't intend to disrupt how things are now. And, I missed you."

"It's okay," says Inri, and she's perfectly honest, too. Even smiling a little! "It's not, you know. Wonderful. Or good. But it's okay. And you're here now, so nobody has to worry about looking back, we can just — look forward. I will drag you drinking about once a week, how about that?" She offers her own drink across the table — it's, apparently, lighter. "You'll get used to my constant chatter again and drink up to speed. Was there really nothing down there?"

"I know…" Dtirae starts, trailing off just a bit before she nods. "Moving forward has always sort of been the plan. So, that… That sounds great. Let's do that." The drink is given a curious look before she lifts it and takes a curious sip. There is a slight wrinkle of her nose, but she follows with another sip. "This is better." The glass is settled on the table again as she considers the other. "I enjoy talking with you. I missed it. I might not really get back to where I was in the alcohol side of things." With a chuckle, the woman shakes her head. "No. There was… There were people that I interacted with constantly, but… It was quieter? More… Tight-knit, sort of. I helped and lead when I was needed, but, I chose to live away from it all. So, there was stuff but it isn't as prominent as throwing myself back into everything. The settlement is very lovely." She may also be partially bias on that front.

Drink swap, then. Inri doesn't at all appear to mind, even if usually she prefers fruity over strong. The worst would be for a drink to be wasted. "No? Maybe just a little more drinking, then, if not as often." She does not encourage alcoholism, really. Just enjoyment. "Quieter does seem up your alley. I can't imagine it would be up mine for very long, but I really should have visited. You'll have to take me sometime, yes?"

"Just a little more, definitely not as often." Dtirae chuckles again, considering the glass and then looking to the other with a questioning look. She does offer it back, if Inri wants it. "It was nice, for a time. But, it wasn't… Home. You could have, but, I don't fault you for not visiting, either. I'll take you, certainly. I can introduce you to some of the families I got to know a little more. And the forests were really nice, the hunting was good, too." She smiles a touch wider, a little more gently.

Inri does want it! Though she doesn't mind sharing it, as evidenced by taking a sip and then setting it back where it was, in the middle of them. "I didn't want to intrude. I do that enough in the Weyr proper — intrude on people's spaces because I'm sociable and friendly and kind of loud," though she was at least not the high-decibel kind of loud. "That I didn't feel turning up would be right, but now that you're here, if you want to bring me along. I might have to sit out the parts that involve arrows, though." Her stress around pointy things flying through the air that reached its pinnacle at Gold Hill Hold turns ago never really resolved.

As the drink is set in the middle, Dtirae also takes a sip before placing it back there. She's not against sharing, either. "I understand. I… Wouldn't have thought you intruding. But, it's in the past." She certainly doesn't hold it against her. She smiles yet again, offering a silent reassurance. "I'd love to bring you along… I should check with Nyalle and Th'ero if they still want me working with the settlement, too." A thought for later. "Oh. I didn't use arrows when I was out there." Nope. It was much more up close and personal. "We don't have to hunt, though. We could simply view the landscape."

"I never got any better with — dead things. Killing." Even watching her dragon eat makes Inri a little bit queasy, though she'll eat meat that's been cooked without complaint. "But having people who are good at different things is what makes a Weyr tick, of course, so it's good enough that there are so many people who are. You and Kimmila, Rynn and Br'enn, too." The names she can remember off the top of her head. "And, um, Zhirayr's brother. Anyway. I'm sure they wouldn't object, considering it is still an important project, and you'd be best of the rest of us to do so. Already experienced, and all. Most of the holds have taken a shine to me by now and there are a few that Thys has excellent rapport with." Which, despite Rhenesath being Kayeth's daughter, Inri is still proud of. She's never gotten to help train a junior before.

"Yes, that would be a problem while hunting. And, that's fine." Dtirae nods her agreement on the assessment on different skills, grinning. A few of those names, she knows. The rest, she's yet to meet. "I don't think they would mind. It's… Nice for the holds to work with familiar faces and dealing with those they like. They're picky like that." It's teasing, but also serious. She laughs a bit at this and then reaches for the drink again. "That's good that you both have such a good relation with them. Maybe I'll just deal with the settlement versus the others…" One can hope. The glass is lifted to her lips and she takes another sip before settling it down once again, sliding it to the middle.

"I think you'd probably both do a good job and enjoy that, so it's worth suggesting. And when we all go terrorize a tiny cothold by having all the goldriders appear at once, well. That's something, too." Inri started with the hold she grew up at, which was a matter of interest and enjoyment, technically. For all that relations then had beena little bit awful. "I don't mind the idea of taking a vacation down there while you have to work." A laugh; a light one.

"Thank you. I'll bring it up with them. But, scaring them with all the goldriders appearing might not go over so well… Or, they'll love it." Dtirae chuckles softly, relaxing just a little bit more before eyes go distant for a brief point in time. "You're free to come as a vacation while I work, then. I don't mind." But then, she's moving from the table and offering her friend another smile. "It was really nice to see you again, Inri. Zuvaleyuth is asking for assistance. I'll see you for drinks soon?"

"Of course, I'm easy to find — and usually pretty okay with people randomly dropping in my weyr, honestly, just come by sometime if you like," so long as Kouzevelth is lingering outside on her steps and isn't flipping out about anyone going in, Inri is perfectly open to having guests. Except for the occasional tourist who wants to see Moreta's weyr and forgets that someone lives there. "And otherwise I'll see you in the morning officially, and for drinks whenever we get a good time unofficially. Give her my love, too."

"I'll come visit more often, I promise. I'd offer the same, but.. We'll see when I get a weyr situated." Dtirae grins at the other, inclining her head. "That's our plan, then. I will see you soon." Or later. Sometime in the near future, at least. And then, she is departing the tavern but not without brushing by a few patrons with a soft hello and goodbye. It is an improvement from earlier, at least.