Disgruntled Errand Boy (Attn: Any)
Tawny
slaughter of a rather large wherry buck. The beast he gauged nearly
200 pounds, as the weight he dragged behind him seemed to get heavier
every step down the long hallway. At least he would have a fine meal
out of this tomorrow night, which more then made up for the hassle of
pulling the beast back to the kitchens. 'Fresh wherry, smothered in a
rich gravy.. ' he thought licking his lips that would hit the spot
better then the herdbeast and fish that had frequented his meals as of
late. He needed a bit of change, and if the only way he was going to
get it was by hauling it in himself, well by shards he would. Turning
down the last hallway, W'vryn paused at the door to the dinning cavern
peering in briefly at the occupants, before venturing forth his pace
quickened. Would not do him well to upset the whole hall with his
slightly mangled prey, even though most of the weyr folk were use to
the sight of dead wherries, however, that didn't mean they enjoyed
looking at them while they ate.
"W'vryn what did you bring this time?" A woman called sharply, as the
green rider entered the kitchen still dragging the carcass behind him.
"Oh! another, and this one is larger. You" she said threateningly, her
eyes flashing in her amusement, as she surveyed the dead beast
sprawled across her floor. "Where do you want it?" W'vryn said
harshly, not quite up to the cheerful banter the woman put forth. "You
can leave it here, I'll have one of the boys clean and gut it later.
You go eat you're nothing but skin and bones. Here" The woman paused
briefly calling for a plate that once she received she shoved into his
gloved hands. "Here now, if you need anything further ask one of the
serving girls, she'll bring you what you need. Now off with you," The
woman said her voice ringing sharply in W'vryn's ears, as she ushered
him from the kitchen and toward the tables. Glancing one last time
over his shoulder after her, W'vryn couldn't help but to sigh, taking
seat at the first available table.
{{Issashath's asks us to leave at dawn for the hold.}} Amroth couldn't
help to twitch slightly at the agitation that seemed to arise in her
rider's mind at her patient reminder.
[ [ Are we to go alone to that disease infested hold? ] ] W'vryn
hissed shoving a bite of fish into his mouth.
{ { No Hyshkath will accompany us.. Issashath assures the hold is
fine. Why should we worry? }} This time Amroth's voice had softened,
almost fearing her rider's answer.
[ [ We could get sick, but if we don't eat or drink anything of theirs
we will be fine dear heart. Don't worry...]]
{{ Alright, I'm going to go get a deep drink of water then. So I won't
be thirsty tomorrow.}} Amroth said the tension that she had felt
easing with her rider's loving reassurance.
[ [ Good idea love ]] W'vryn muttered between bites a faint smile
crossing his face, until he noticed someone approaching his table. Who
on pern would bother him now?
Shai
sat down across from W'vryn. He wore his customary smirk and his
earrings flashed as he glanced around the Dining Hall, then removed a
small lute from his back and set it across his lap. He strummed the
instrument absently, the poignant notes barely distinguishable to even
his own ears above the clinking of silverware and dimly-echoing voices
filling the cavernous room. "Hyshkath saw the two of you when Amroth
landed with that big wherry." He did not mention to the other how
interesting it would have been for him to be there. Between W'vryn
struggling to admit that he wanted the help and simply watching the
greenrider stubbornly drag his burden through the Weyr, he knew he
would have had a good time. However, while he may not have
communicated the notion verbally, his eyes gleamed and his grin
widened with mischief.
Then as if reading his earlier thoughts, the brownrider tossed a pouch
across the table that came to a stop next to W'vryn's dinner plate.
Inside were some thick slices of cured wherry meat. He had had it
with him today to hold him off until supper, but someone else seemed
to need it more right now. "I understand the desire for a change once
in a while..." he suggested.
Tawny
taking the time to join him for this evenings meal. Perhaps it was so
they could discuss the upcoming errand, or perhaps they had become use
to each others company and sought it out rather than being forced to
socialize with others. With both seated across from one another only a
fool or an unstable person would attempt to take seat.
~"Hyshkath saw the two of you when Amroth landed with that big
wherry."~
"We caught it lurking off of one the little islets, they have been
gathering there more recently," It was the most W'vryn offered in
conversation and continued to eat in silence as Ve'jas began to strum
at his little harp. W'vryn's eyes lifting slightly settle upon its
beautiful wood surface before returning to his plate an abhorred look
crossing his face as he picked at the fish. Their food supply was
quickly becoming the same and he had just been about to pull another
bite free when a small leather pouch skidded to a halt next to his
plate.
Lifting his eyes to Ve'jas with a questioning look he took the pouch
opening it gazing at the cured wherry grinning slightly. Or the most
of a smile the man ever offered. Taking a piece out he set it on his
plate tying the pouch and sliding it back. "Thank you I really needed
that"
And he meant it sincerely as he took a bite of it immediately the
disgust he felt quickly vanishing. "Nerys has requested we go to the
hold and deliver our tithe list. She wants us to depart in the
morning." W'vryn said as he straightened himself slightly his gaze
filtering around the vicinity for a moment.
"She's given us permission to do what we need to get what we want," He
continued having to fight the urge to lick his lips as a sudden blood
lust rose in him. He could just imagine being able to deliver such a
satisfying blow, when his mind was interrupted with Amroth's inquiry.
<<Why would we want to hurt anyone? They don't hurt us>> The green
asked her voice sounding strained.
>>We won't<< W'vryn tried to reassure him the blank look crossing his face as always. "Why must greens be so pushy?" he muttered taking another sharp bite at the wherry.
(Tag Ve'jas)
Shai
interest. Hyshkath would like to know about it, so he relayed it to
his dragon.
<< I already know about them, >> the brown replied with a strange ring
to his soft mental-voice.
Ve'jas frowned suspiciously while he looked down at the small gitar in
his lap. He traced the woodworking, his own handiwork, along its
neck. >> Wait a moment... where are you? <<
<< Amroth looks especially pretty today, >> Hyshkath lilted
mischievously.
Groaning inwardly, Ve'jas tried to keep a neutral expression on his
face. >> Do not get too friendly. We don't want her to rise until
after our trip tomorrow. <<
While the dragon protested with light humor, his rider returned his
attention to the Dining Hall, a few sour notes twanging on the small
lute. He listened to the greenrider's instructions for tomorrow, and
their permission to use force. A blade flashed through the air as the
brownrider smoothly flipped it out of his boot. He caught it and
played with it idly as he regarded the other, realizing that he would
have to use caution tomorrow, not only with the Holders but with
W'vryn. This close to his green's rising he might do something very
rash indeed. "I think I will particularly enjoy our trip tomorrow,"
Ve'jas mused.
>> Hyshkath, please assure Amroth that no one will be harmed tomorrow. I don't want her worried in any way. I'm relying on you to keep her calm and happy until we've returned home. <<
<< Ah, you make my life so difficult, ridermine. >>
>> Yes, I know. << To W'vryn he shrugged and grinned. "Greens are what they are."
( Tag m'dear. xD )
Tawny
~ "I think I will particularly enjoy our trip tomorrow," Ve'jas mused.
~
W'vryn grunted in agreement as he prodded at the tuber on his plate.
It was slightly overcooked as usual. Frequently he wished to cook his
own food as he was far better cook than most. Setting his silverware
down he focused on the piece of wherry shoving the last of it in his
mouth.
~"Greens are what they are."~
"What do you mean by that?" W'vryn eyes flashed dangerously at the
Brown Rider's comment. "She didn't choose for him to sit next to her,
nor does she choose to rise, it just happens," he snapped feeling a
sudden urge to maim something rising within the pit of his belly. It
took clutching his hand against the wood grain of the table until the
feeling passed. The soft coo of his dragon's content feelings washing
over him as he found Amroth had adjusted herself closer to Hyshkath.
At least the Brown was doing a fine job of keeping her content so she
had less of an urge to rise due to the peak of his emotions.
Allowing his hand to fall flat again he took a steadying breath his
eyes dropping for a moment in embarrassment of his sudden loss of
composure. He wouldn't offer an apology up his silence would have to
do.
Now how could W'vryn take offense at such a bland comment when he had
merely grunted at the observation of his ripe odor? Ve'jas was almost
taken aback when he reminded himself about Amroth. Greens are what
they are. And they can't really change it. He watched the greenrider
slump a little in embarrassment and slid his boot knife back home.
"Yes, you know what I mean. I left Hyshkath with Amroth to try to
keep her from rising. But if you want I can have him leave."
If it weren't for their mission tomorrow though, he would have been
tempted to let Hyshkath have his way with her, while he left W'vryn
alone in the Dining Hall to deal with a rising Green.
"Thank you," W'vryn said finally realizing that Ve'jas had been right.
The last thing he wanted to do at the moment was deal with his green,
in this environment with his hormones running so high he wouldn't make
it back to his weyr. Perhaps latched on the first man that came within
his vicinity. A flush immediately rose in his cheeks as memories of
their musk filtered through his mind his heart beginning to race. It
had been 3 turns since he last found himself with a Bronze rider who
gave him a black eye for his trouble.
Gazing up at Ve'jas with a look that could be bored on almost longing
W'vryn swallowed hard against the dryness that had risen in his
throat. Once the Weyrleaders made their announcement he would excuse
himself before he did anything he regretted. He could feel the blood
pulsing through his temples as he attempted to cover up his sudden
disappointment by picking at his meal again. "Aren't you going to
eat?"
Ve'jas smirked at the admission. W'vryn really was struggling, a fine
wash of emotion painted across his face between utterances. The
brownrider struggled himself with the line between his amusement and
deep trouble. He would have cursed Nerys for choosing a greenrider so
close to the dragon's time if he did not know that this must precisely
be her plan. If Amroth rose, the Hold would be in utter chaos. If
she did not, W'vryn's terrifying mood swings would sway their tithe in
the Weyr's favor anyway. Unfortunately this meant that he had to
soothe the greenrider at every turn, to keep him controlled. Like
now. That look he was receiving was not good.
Maybe he would get promoted for this.
He eyed the fish on W'vryn's plate. "I'm not hungry," he said in a
seemingly negligent tone, with his careful attempt to calm the green
rider. "I'll probably grab something from the hearth later tonight."
He cleared his throat as he walked the narrow line. Watching W'vryn
carefully with golden eyes like a cat pinning its prey he said,
"Actually, I was wondering... is there someone you want to bring
along? Those wherries you mentioned on the islet might be a good
place for Amroth tomorrow afternoon."
"Bring along?" the comment was lost on him as W'vryn's gaze fixated
his gaze on Ve'jas, " I don't have anyone to bring along... I'll be fine
in my room." W'vryn straightened up slightly as he finally heard
V'tor's voice call out across the dining cavern. Relieved they were
finally taking the time to get the announcement out of the way, W'vryn
picked up his gloves ringing them lightly in his hand. "Once their
done, I'm heading for bed... I'll see you in the morning."
"Bright and early." Taking the dismissal at face value, reading
W'vryn was enough to give most people a headache, Ve'jas strapped his
gitar back over his shoulder rose from his seat. He didn't much care
what the announcement was about.
"You say smiling and I might have to hurl," A parting remark to live
by as the Green Rider pushed his way out of the crowd and toward his
the stairs that lead to his weyr. His temper had already begun to peak
again and his blood began to boil as he moved through the crowded
dining hall. "Get out of my way before I make you regret being born,"
W'vryn hissed as he pushed his way through a crowd of milling riders,
his slight form clearing a path.
"Of course." He allowed W'vryn several minutes to make it through the
crowd before starting off himself. He had this lute on his back to
put away; he had only recently finished it, and he decided its tone
was lovely. This one would fetch a nice pile of Marks.
[Open for Tags or Wrapped for the Night]