... Ut no longer exists, unless he happens to fly into the framework of the door. The steps slow as they approach the entrance to the room, resolved into only one pair of feet, adult-sized. Vyune alone comes to brave the dragon's maw with nary a blade to protect her and no helping hand to cling to. Ut's thoughtful relay prevents an upthrown arm against Yo's approach. She will instead grow...

A fond memory finds Vyune  and provides some much-needed perspective. (Note: this log comes before the scene in which Q'luin finds Vyune in the Staircase and tells her he needs to talk to her about T'jano.)   The downside of evening promotes banket glows and a somber air in the Broken Staircase. There's no outward excuse for dull spirits: ale flows and wine pours to the intermittent plucking of...

...is flawlessly constructed down to the simple pair of curling orange lines that decorate the edges of every wooden stool, chair, and shelf. Tahira notices new entrants as they come in, watching as Vyune comes walking in, raising her hand up in greeting to the other barmaid, Hira nodding then with a faint smile to Rugen, "I look forward to meeting this sword master." Sounding definitely interested...

...know when to stay our words, Healer, versus letting them fly to the wind." A brief smile, her wine glass lifted to lips for the first time since getting it, a then silent drink taken of the liquid. Vyune comes up the stairs from below. Rugen takes the sword back, sheathing it again. "I will give his name to you, then, ma'am, and perhaps your name to him, or just enough information to be able to...

...in silence and stillness. Two bodies are in the last cell, along with two cots. The worst of the odor emanates from that end, as well. Sickness, infection. Much like the lower berths of the ships that Vyune once rode. Damp and sweltering and rank with body odor, lingering scent of excrement, and hints of the diseases which no doubt waft like silent promises, through the slow-moving, humid air. >...

 Logfile from Taini.  Taini and Vyune talk again, and Tai does /not/ take her head off.     One of the drawbacks of the late stages of pregnancy, at least for a certain goldrider, is weird food cravings at all hours of the day. Today is no exception. Eschewing the formality of the main cavern, Taini sits in an easy chair eating a very strange combination of foods, precariously placed on the rotund...

Vyune, hearing that T'jano is being held at Boll - in one place, and under control - brings Anzan to see his father for the first time in almost two turns. It's nothing like she expected.   Daytime drags along at a trundlebug's pace and seems without the linear tendencies of that creature.  Guards come and go, trading off a full plate for an empty, a flask of fresh water, for a deflated, stale...

... Kometa, Winbry, and Wanted Poster here. Obvious exits: Ista Smith Hall Runner Trail STables Hold Doors Gates Midmorning lull; the reputable denizens of the Hold are busy increasing their reputability. Vyune emerges from the stables laden with a wooden bucket large enough to require both arms' strength, lest she wear the slop only fit now for porcines. Goosebumps rise where the breeze licks at her sweatgilt...

...half full, so he'll take a small swig and then offer the rest gamely, "Have some of mine then. I share." The statement is rather flat and toneless. Aodien's glass may be half-full, but the bottle Vyune had upended for his benefit is all empty. Her triumphal return with a full decanter and the clever quip of "An' which o' those lovely titles do I be callin' ye?" wilts beneath the entree of another...

Thera visits Anzan and Vyune Vyune takes advantage of a room filled with persons who have other business to attend to, seated upon the floor to the side of the bar. Her son sits across from her, perhaps a pace away, and between them rolls a small blue ball. Most of the tavern has been occupied by a passel of Smiths who glom around a set of hides spilled over several tables pushed together. Thera...