(09.15.2761) A Palaver a Day Keeps the Healer Away (Attn: Beau, ANY Candidate)

[Kil]

Beauregarth picked his way around the Bowl in his best head-turning strut until he found a suitable spot to lounge. After a moment of arranging, he was content that he portrayed the very picture of relaxation and turned his sights to the humans milling about. Other dragons found it more convenient and preferable to rest on the heights, but how could one have a meaningful conversation with a human from so high above? Pooh-pooh. Some dragons didn't *ever* concern themselves with humans without good reason, and certainly not humans that weren't themselves bonded to dragons, but to Beau that was a curious thing. The un-bonded humans were some of his favorite to converse with. Strange and interesting beings that they were. 

Finding one, Beau called out to them. ((Tallyho, my friend! If you are not otherwise consumed with pressing activities or engagements, I would love to palaver with you a while. My name is Beauregarth, and I am new to this Weyr. Perhaps, after a time, we shall prove to be consorts and comrades!))

Kil

w/ Beau

[Allison Herzig]

Ralionne had just finished her lunch and was picking her way through the weyrbowl when she heard a voice in her head.  A rather odd voice that spoke in large, pretentious words.  Sounded like some Harper kids she'd known, so full of their learning they forgot that for knowledge to do you any good people had to be able to understand you first.  But perhaps those rules didn't apply to bronze dragons.  Perhaps they could compel smaller dragons to obey them even if said dragons couldn't understand the order.  Ralionne, however, was neither feeling particularly compelled, nor unable to understand the words.  So she stopped.  If he was being polite, so could she and, if she was going to accomplish anything at this weyr, she had to learn more about how it was structured, how it worked.  AND she needed to start educating people on why said structure sucked, "Hello, Beauregarth.  I'm Ralionne, Harper and Candidate.  I have nowhere else to be, so I guess I can stop and chat.  Where are you from, originally, I mean?"

[Kil]

Ralionne had just finished her lunch and was picking her way through the weyrbowl when she heard a voice in her head.  A rather odd voice that spoke in large, pretentious words.  Sounded like some Harper kids she'd known, so full of their learning they forgot that for knowledge to do you any good people had to be able to understand you first.  But perhaps those rules didn't apply to bronze dragons.  Perhaps they could compel smaller dragons to obey them even if said dragons couldn't understand the order.  Ralionne, however, was neither feeling particularly compelled, nor unable to understand the words.  So she stopped.  If he was being polite, so could she and, if she was going to accomplish anything at this weyr, she had to learn more about how it was structured, how it worked.  AND she needed to start educating people on why said structure sucked, "Hello, Beauregarth.  I'm Ralionne, Harper and Candidate.  I have nowhere else to be, so I guess I can stop and chat.  Where are you from, originally, I mean?"

((Oh, most splendid!)) Beau said, eyes whirling a happy turquoise. ((Do make yourself comfortable, Candidate Ralionne,)) He dipped his head to indicate she should seat herself on the ground. It wouldn't do to have her standing about whilst they spoke. It was most tiresome and would look strange to the attentive passerby. ((My V'tore and myself hail from the great Weyr of Benden! Tis a splendid place. We were Weyrleaders, and we've come to reclaim the title!)) He puffed up his chest self-importantly. ((And where are you from? Are you a native to this Eastern Weyr? A fine enough place, I must say.))

Kil

w/Beau

[Allison Herzig]

"Uh...thanks," Ralionne took a seat awkwardly, "I don't really need your permission to sit...but thanks for the consideration.  We don't really do the whole formality thing here, not like up North."  Ralionne had heard stories of the North, so she'd give the dragon a free pass.  Or a few free passes.  Dragons had notoriously bad memories, particularly when not remember benefited them, and he seemed used to being the center of the universe, "The weyrbowl's public property, so you don't need to play host.  You don't own the weyr yet."  If he was en route to becoming Weyrleader, than this was the perfect opportunity for Ralionne to win his favor.  She could use a contact further up the hierarchy.  And if he didn't know the ways of the South...Yes, lying was wrong, but if she just...twisted things a little, in the name of the greater good?  Maybe?  If she saw an opportunity.  If he even became weyrleader.  Every bronze on Pern wanted those knots, but if he'd won before...She'd watch and see.  She'd already started talking to him anyway.

"And no, I'm from East Bay, then Harper Hall," Ralionne shook her head, "I've only been here a few days.  Welcome to the Southern Continent.  If you need any help figuring things out, feel free to ask."

OOC: I'm in the middle of studying so just doing a few quick light posts for now, but I'll try and get out I'lir/K'lor tonight as well.  I'lir posts are coming in study break 2.

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[Kil]

"Uh...thanks," Ralionne took a seat awkwardly, "I don't really need your permission to sit...but thanks for the consideration.  We don't really do the whole formality thing here, not like up North."  Ralionne had heard stories of the North, so she'd give the dragon a free pass.  Or a few free passes.  Dragons had notoriously bad memories, particularly when not remember benefited them, and he seemed used to being the center of the universe, "The weyrbowl's public property, so you don't need to play host.  You don't own the weyr yet."  If he was en route to becoming Weyrleader, than this was the perfect opportunity for Ralionne to win his favor.  She could use a contact further up the hierarchy.  And if he didn't know the ways of the South...Yes, lying was wrong, but if she just...twisted things a little, in the name of the greater good?  Maybe?  If she saw an opportunity.  If he even became weyrleader.  Every bronze on Pern wanted those knots, but if he'd won before...She'd watch and see.  She'd already started talking to him anyway.

"And no, I'm from East Bay, then Harper Hall," Ralionne shook her head, "I've only been here a few days.  Welcome to the Southern Continent.  If you need any help figuring things out, feel free to ask."

((No, no I don't,)) Beau conceded, cocking his head to the side in thought. ((Though I *do* hope you think me a passable host at least!)) He added brightly, eyes going to lime. ((And I hope I don't offend...)) The bronze crossed and re-crossed his paws in a self-conscious gesture. This one was so *interesting,* but also just the slightest bit hostile! So strange! At Benden, Candidates practically *fought* to speak with him, especially when he had a clutch on the Sands. Curious though it was...

((Aha! East Bay! Splendid! Harper Hall! How grand!)) He crowed, eager to win her affection. ((Such marvelous places, with the...and the...oh, I'm *most* sorry. I don't believe I've been to either of those places...)) Having never even seen the Continent before, he couldn't even embellish his way through a description. He laid his head on his paws to be more at eye-level with Ralionne. ((Will you describe them to me and your experiences there? And then mayhaps you can discuss why you left them to come to this fine Weyr? I'm always interested in those sort of things.))

Kil 

[Allison Herzig]

"I guess?" Ralionne had liked Harper Hall.  She enjoyed talking about it, even if it was at the whim of some bronze demanding she amused him.  If he became weyrleader, she wanted his ear.  She continued more definitively, "East Bay's a seaside hold, as you can probably gather from the name.  It's nice.  We had lots of ships coming in and out, all the time, and I used to go swimming, when I wasn't in lessons.  I'd take my fire lizard and we'd swim as far as we could, stopping to search the beaches for fire lizard eggs," Ralionne's normally hard gaze went a bit softer at the memory, "I got tired sometimes, but I always made it back.  And I was never scared, because I knew if I couldn't, my mom'd send dolphins looking for me.  Being right near the sea, we had a crafthall practically next door, where my mom worked.  She's a dolphineer, and one of the best people on all of Pern."

"Harper Hall's southwest of there, Eastern lies between the two.  It's one of the hubs of Harpercrafts in the south, and grand's a good word for it.  Most southern apprentices do the bulk of their training there and they have every instrument under the red star, and every scroll too.  You could spend a lifetime there and never tire of it, never run out of things to learn.  There's music drifting through the halls, nearly all the time, and if you know the right places to go, you can hear songs that break your heart and make it whole again.  And then, at night, when it gets dark and everyone's done working for the day, people sit up and talk.  Not gossip or idle chit-chat, but talk about stuff that matters, that's important," Ralionne's tone lightened as she spoke, a true smile crossing her lips for little more than an instant, "I shared a room with twenty of girls, all smart and talented and ambitious.  The sort of people who are going to do things."

She shrugged, "And then I got searched and came here.  My mom's delighted.  What about you?  What's it like up North?  As stuffy as they say?  Guess you wouldn't really know though...being a bronze and all.  You probably had people kowtowing to you all the time up North.  Do you miss it?"

OOC: Yep, Ral's definitely homesick.  And it's only been a day or two.

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[Kil]

"I guess?" Ralionne had liked Harper Hall.  She enjoyed talking about it, even if it was at the whim of some bronze demanding she amused him.  If he became weyrleader, she wanted his ear.  She continued more definitively, "East Bay's a seaside hold, as you can probably gather from the name.  It's nice.  We had lots of ships coming in and out, all the time, and I used to go swimming, when I wasn't in lessons.  I'd take my fire lizard and we'd swim as far as we could, stopping to search the beaches for fire lizard eggs," Ralionne's normally hard gaze went a bit softer at the memory, "I got tired sometimes, but I always made it back.  And I was never scared, because I knew if I couldn't, my mom'd send dolphins looking for me.  Being right near the sea, we had a crafthall practically next door, where my mom worked.  She's a dolphineer, and one of the best people on all of Pern."

((Ah, yes, a mother is a great thing indeed,)) Beau said sagely, without the slightest memory of who his *own* mother was.  

"Harper Hall's southwest of there, Eastern lies between the two.  It's one of the hubs of Harpercrafts in the south, and grand's a good word for it.  Most southern apprentices do the bulk of their training there and they have every instrument under the red star, and every scroll too.  You could spend a lifetime there and never tire of it, never run out of things to learn.  There's music drifting through the halls, nearly all the time, and if you know the right places to go, you can hear songs that break your heart and make it whole again.  And then, at night, when it gets dark and everyone's done working for the day, people sit up and talk.  Not gossip or idle chit-chat, but talk about stuff that matters, that's important," Ralionne's tone lightened as she spoke, a true smile crossing her lips for little more than an instant, "I shared a room with twenty of girls, all smart and talented and ambitious.  The sort of people who are going to do things."

She shrugged, "And then I got searched and came here.  My mom's delighted.  What about you?  What's it like up North?  As stuffy as they say?  Guess you wouldn't really know though...being a bronze and all.  You probably had people kowtowing to you all the time up North.  Do you miss it?"

((Ah, well, important things are, dare I say, important,)) Beau interrupted himself with a brief draconic chuckle before continuing, ((but music can truly be a wondrous thing. Why, I *love* music, as does my V'tore when he isn't too mired down in *important* business. If I recall correctly, I do believe it was the cello he was particularly fond of…))

((But I digress! So then, Mistress Candidate Ralionne, which do *you* prefer? Music or musings?))