...such to the doleful young woman wiping down tables like a rusty automaton. Vyune wears an apron and carries a rag, the acoutrements of a barmaid, but none of the merry swagger one might expect. B'ren bangs in, looking around with eyes that are both vacant and wild. He moves with lithe grace, stalking up to the bar like a feline. "Strong," he says, glowering at the person behind the counter. ...
Logfile from Taini. Taini confronts B'ren, and manipulates him into doing what she wants. Rather shamelessly, in fact. Taini has found a mildly comfortable spot to rest and go over the current stack of hides. She sits with a mug of klah in front of her, and the hides balanced on her belly. B'ren walks in with his new gait - a bit of a slow shuffle, feet dragging along the ground. He's worn...
... and takes that as leave to escape, which she does. Taini lowers her head down to the table, and bending that far makes her abdomen not have enough room. Sprout kicks several times. "Ouch! Okay! B'ren steps in, ducking a bit to make sure he clears the doorway. The greenrider still looks haggard, clothes rumpled and not all that tidy. "You called, Weyrwoman?" he asks, his voice grating with an unfamiliar...
Logfile from G'dal. B'ren finds comfort in an old man's memories. OOC: Discussion of death and bereavement. B'ren is in the lake, fully dressed and soaked to the skin. Despite his depression, Miyamurath still needs tending, and so B'ren is here, doing his best to wash his green. Miyamurath is still off-color, and oddly quiet, not her usual energetic self. She slouches in the water as if she's...
..." She says, inhaling deeply, and nodding at his offer for a drink. "I can't see a blooming thing. Bee was having trouble with some of the winds. Hopefully the fair will have better luck." B'ren staggers in shortly after the goldrider, but his mood is pleasant. "Whoo, that's some fun flying weather!" the greenrider says with a wide grin, striding towards the bar. "Ah, Taini, hello. How...
...again." This makes her sniff a little, and she nods to the bronze weyrling. "Yes. Glad to be able to help. Not sure we've met. I'm Taini Barlord. We call her sister." Hence the 'home' moniker. B'ren enters from the Bowl. Stepping back from the embrace, Dia grins. "Healed by what burned, Taini," she offers, hoping her sister catches onto that and drops it until later. "Sorry to drop in like this...
...at them, and pockets the bag. The tiny green Miyamurath seems to drift to earth like a feather drop from above, settling with barely a whisper and wuffle of breath to announce her presence. B'ren is also quiet as he slides down and touches the earth, before smiling and shouting, "Oi! Taini! What'cha got there that's keeping you from watchin' where you're goin?" Taini hears her name, and stops...
Below are a lot of the logs that Taq was a part of. I left out one or two where he only really cameod. Taq comes to Fort to live with dad: http://nidhgoth.livejournal.com/7982.html#cutid1 Dad takes...livejournal.com/9028.html#cutid1 Mommy hasn't visited in awhile: http://nidhgoth.livejournal.com/9366.html#cutid1 Nataquin's first clutching: http://dftaini.livejournal.com/20314.html#cutid1
N'tan struggles, but manages to take his son to Birgith's clutching. Taq meets Eleni and latches on. Thanks to Taini for letting me steal: http://dftaini.livejournal.com/20314.html#cutid1
... She says, pausing again, the sweet scents of a jungle, where she was clutched seeping through. The flames are banked as though for the night. Focus is obviously elsewhere. < < In the galleries, B'ren dashes up the stairs after landing outside, a young girl scrambling after her father as his long legs carry him away from her. "Daddy!" she calls, slightly panicked, and the greenrider pauses, turning...
