First part of Candidate Luau Dinner found here! http://noleepackrat.livejournal.com/96401.html#cutid1

Who: Niala, Baird, Balinne, Fayre What: Niala's first day at the weyr. Runners, riders, and relatives are discussed. Where: Sandbar, Ista Weyr When: July 08, 2008     The Sandbar -- Ista Weyr(#4182RJMs) This dockside tavern stretches over the water, accessible from beach, docks or harbour itself. The light sound of slapping waves can be heard beneath the floorboards, and there are no walls, allowing...

Who: Fayre, D'kai What: Running into each other at the Sandbar, Fayre and Deke get to know each other a bit better over a drink; conversation runs from dragon eggs to dragon egos, and beyond! Where: The Sandbar, Ista Weyr It's a fine, dusky evening, the drier winter air still pleasantly warm from the heat of the sun, and D'kai's secured himself a table near to the back, his back against an open...

Fayre takes a break from nudging eggs around with Lieryth to come take a soak in the bathing caverns, hoping to remove those clingy black grains of sand. She happens upon Avey, and the two talk about candidate and clutch related stuff. Bathing Pools, Ista Weyr                 A permanent cloud of steam envelops the bathing caverns, giving everything inside a misty sheen. Condensation constantly...

Plenty of sailors have invaded the Sandbar, but Fayre, Javeri, and Quenby are also there and meet for the first time. They chat mostly about drinks, Ista, and pottery.    The Sandbar, Ista Weyr(#447RJ)                 As the sun hits its zenith, the Sandbar is saturated by the warmth of the afternoon glowing light. The Sandbar stands on stilts over the water's edge, a broad ramp leading up...

Who: Fayre, D'kai, Ch'val, T'irn (Idraila NPC), An'dren, Lieryth, Mikhuth, Iath, Ormoth (Idraila NPC), Riuth When: day 17, month 11, turn 17 of Interval 10. Where: Corrals/Sandbar/Sky/Guest Weyr, Ista Weyr What: Lieryth rises in her maiden flight chased by many. Strength (Mikhuth) wins. Corrals, Ista Weyr Roughly a quarter of the western end of the bowl is enclosed by sturdy wooden fencing to...

...Iath carefully pays her no mind. < < Killing bovines proves strength? >> Mild curiousity enriches his tone, perfectly false. < < But they die so easily. A little blood and they drain out. >> Fayre's cheerfulness has faded somewhere along the way over to the guest weyr. The bounce to her step has been replaced by cold, unhappy stomping and the rider's arms are firmly crossed across her chest...

... seemingly pensive despite her shinier-than-usual hide. The gold dragon merely watches the herdbeasts without moving, even as her red/purple eyes gradually sink deeper and deeper in hue.   Fayre is sitting rather dejectedly at the sleek black barcounter, her short legs dangling off the edge of her barstool. Her usual, semi-normal outfit has been abandoned in favour if a dress made up of...

...sucks to come home and the only time I enjoy myself is when I'm out and about, mostly with friends. This was when I'd spent a long (ish) amount of time with a university mate... Today was freshers fayre (at another campus of our university) and a group of us had organised (and I had been told to also attend (smiley face) to go and to help out also. So, meeting up with same person I set off an hours...

...her in a typically demure gesture. A glance about is given before sage-hued eyes settle on the Fortian bronzer. One brow lifts slightly more than the other as she wonders, "Are you enjoying yourself?" Fayre sighs and shifts her weight to her right side when N'thei abruptly interrupts and abandons her. To Tiriana, she halfheartedly explains, "He started it. Honestly, he did. He's been real rude to X'lar...