...Gennie, can you see?" Only then does she cast a look at the table. "Oooh, you got more drinks!" And in more hushed tones, but with an even brighter grin, "Did you get /that/ waiter to serve you?" Imogen is settled on those same floorboards in a more upright position, elbows on the table and halfway through another pinkish drink with an orange fruit slice stuck on the side. Knotless, her and her...
Madri questions N'tan's motivations during a conversation that started with the end of the clutching. This falls just as Imogen and E'th are leaving. Oh boring - daddy's home. A roll of his eyes and N'tan is about, peering onto the sands. Coming to the rail next to Nataquin, the brownrider calls down, "You pregnant, woman?" Bluntly direct, and oh so N'tan. The boy squints up at his father and then...
...exits: East Bowl Hatching Grounds Leaders' Ledge Guard Barracks The late fall evening is dismal and gray, complete with a drizzle of rain that hasn't quite made it to a true downpour all day. Imogen emerges from the Records Room and clatters down the stairs as if chased, glancing over her shoulder with every other step to check for pursuers. Inclement weather is only just starting to put the...
People: Kezia and Imogen Place: Northeastern Bowl Plot: Escape from subjective dangers; stick to safe subjects. The late fall evening is dismal and gray, complete with a drizzle of rain that hasn't quite made it to a true downpour all day. Imogen emerges from the Records Room and clatters down the stairs as if chased, glancing over her shoulder with every other step to check for pursuers. Inclement...
N'tan gets wordy with Corana, Imogen, Dia, and Nataquin. Records Room Once gloomy and dusty, the records room now reflects a fresh young mind at work. An excess of glowbaskets brighten the room, the fresh scent of someone's perfume lingering in the air. It has a busy feel, with drudges popping in unannounced all the time to tidy up. Shelves grid two walls in perfect diagonals, scrolls rolled and...
Who: Imogen, Cyrano. What: Cyrano creepys Imogen right the heck out. Where: Garden, FTW. When: 9/4/2008 9/4/2008 06:57 PM Logfile from Cyrano. Garden With imported soil giving fertility to enhance Fort Weyr's diet the garden doubles as a small, quaint Eden. Priority of space is given to conventional rows of annual vegetables and herbs that must be carefully maintained during the brief summers...
...per usual in his three sweaters and a pair of leather riding pants, boots off and tossed by his bed, double-socked feet keeping him anchored to the chair as he works quickly to try and beat the time Imogen will be here. Imogen's weyr is far better suited to cold weather, but at E'th's there's less a chance of anyone walking in on them without notice. For now, privacy wins out over warmth, though...
...a small potted redfruit tree. The entrance of the smooth, perfectly rounded tunnel is painted all around with cartoonish red flowers and green vines, and careful white brushstrokes have inscribed 'Imogen and Hestiath' to the left of the entryway, and 'Iona and Orlaith' to the right. You see Vesta, Ferret, and Nidhgoth here. N'tan and Nataquin are here. Obvious exits: Bowl Tunnel Fly The long stretch...