Who H'tal, Thys
What Thys enjoys Miner company a bit too much. H'tal is a gentleman.
When Winter, turn 2711
Where Gemstone Tavern, Fort Weyr

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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 may be a howling shade of winter outside, but battling through that icy cold to get from Weyr to Gemstone Tavern would seem to be worth it on this particular evening. Lit inside with a cosy warm light and with a trio of fiddlers accompanied by numerous people banging out beats on the tables, chairs and floor, the Tavern has been taken over by the Minecraft folk who are so readily found in Fort since the cave-in. There's a bawdy song being sung at this particular moment in time, which has hoots of laughter and woots of appreciation to help it along… not least of which come from a slightly inebriated-looking Thys, who is not the only one to be standing on her chair and hollering along with the tune. As it draws to a tumultuous end, she hops on down, sloshing the ale in her mug in the process… and stumbling slightly as her miscalculated descent drops her right into the path of an unseen person.

H'tal isn't wasted yet, but he doesn't really need to be to enjoy a happy tavern. Especially not with the out of doors being less than hospitable. He's not singing, but he's grinning along with those who are while he gets more ale down his gullet and thumping out the rhythm on the nearest hard surface. "Whoa. Whoops," he says when one of the chair-hollerers jumps down from her chair and nearly into him. "Careful. Ma'am." The second word comes out after a moment for his brain to recognize who he's offering a stable arm out for.

"Oops!" Is the first thing out of Thys's mouth as she grabs onto H'tal for stability, laughing as she does so. The goldrider gives him a pat on the shoulder with one hand and a dismissive wave to the 'ma'am' with the other, all the while grinning at him. "H'tal. My Rhenesath's Nadeyuth's. How are you?" She catches hold of a waitress passing by with a full tray, swapping out her empty glass for two full ones - one of which is thrust at the greenrider. Ale slops over the edge and onto Thys's hand, but she doesn't seem to notice. "Do you know these sorts of songs?" There's another one starting up already, and if H'tal happens to look down, he'll see the weyrwoman's toe tapping away to the rhythm.

"Good!" That's his answer to that question most of the time, but it always seems to be genuine. H'tal takes the glass that's pushed in his direction with a quick thanks, one of the few things he does quickly, and he looks at the fiddlers for a moment before nodding his head. "I know some of 'em. Songs like 'em." Maybe not some of these specifically. Remembering words is hard, man! "You like these songs?" One might think a greenrider would know perfectly well that dragonriders aren't all stereotypes, but a goldrider who like bawdy lyrics might be a stretch for his imagination.

Thys blinks in response to the question, as if not understanding - though only for a second. "Do I like them? I grew up with these songs! I'm the daughter of Miners, H'tal. I grew up listening to Cromese singing these sorts of songs, drinking good ale," like the one she has in her hand, which is held up for him to see before she draws a hearty sip from it. "… and tonight, in here, it feels like old home to me." Thys takes a moment to locate the nearest leaning-post to her current position, and tilts her head for H'tal to follow her the few steps towards it. With something to lean against, the goldrider seems a little more steady on her feet.

H'tal is familiar with that that lack of understanding, no doubt. But right now he doesn't echo it back at her, instead grinning like he knows exactly what she means. "That's a good feeling! I like going home sometimes." Old home, he means. Surely he considers Fort his home by now! The greenrider follows the woman toward her leaning-post, taking a drink as he moves. "Do you know how to play anything like that?" he asks with a nod to the fiddlers.

Thys shakes her head. Instrument? Her? "Nah. I don't have the time to learn. Or the patience, really." She shrugs, chugging down some more of her beer. That fresh one she picked up moments ago? Already on its last legs. "Do you know how to play any instruments? I've always preferred a guy who does - something like a guitar or along those lines."

"I have a guitar, but I can't play it very well. Been wanting to learn it proper." Like so many people who own guitars, right? "But it's pretty handsome." He finishes off one beer, setting it down on the nearest table. "There someone here who can help you home?" he has to wonder. H'tal might be slow about a lot of things sometimes, but he's the sort of guy who thinks about these sorts of things.

"My ex Ralik played." Thys grins, holding up her glass to chink against H'tal's in cheers. Whether he wants to or not, she knocks their drinks together, sloshing the contents of her own over the brim. Again, though, it goes unnoticed. "I do have someone to help me home, as it happens… and she's waiting outside for me now. Whether it's from the booze or talking to her lifemate, Thys's eyes glaze over for a moment before she snaps back into the room. "Best not keep Rhenesath waiting, H'tal, the weather's miserable out there. Uh… here." She digs into her pocket, pulling out a stack of random notes. "Why don't you pay for our dinner?"

Not a man to say no to his superiors, H'tal takes the notes, still eyeing Thys with a small amount of good-natured uncertainty. "Sure. Uh… sure." He doesn't sound sure, but that's what he'll stick with. "Be careful there, ma'am. Bit slick just outside the door." But he'll trust that she's capable of getting herself to her dragon, anyway, because he's a trusting sort of person like that.

"Drinks - I meant drinks! Not… well, buy yourself dinner if you want, there's plenty there." Except did she actually hand marks over to the greenrider, or did Thys just land him with a whole bunch of to-dos? "Run a tab." The goldrider reaches up to pat H'tal's cheek with drunken affection. "Your drinks're on me." She gives him a big smile, pats his cheek once more, then downs whatever's left of her beer. "You have a good night, H'tal." And with that, away she turns and saunters, sloppily, off towards the coat racks and then the wild winter outside.


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