Who

G'tan, Arlera

What

Dinner with family + bronzerider.

When
Where

The Terrace Grill, Paradise Island

OOC Date 01 May 2015 07:00

 

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The Terrace Grill, Paradise Island

The long and wide tamed greensward that is the roof of the hold is cut to be a lush, living and soothing carpet with no pricks of anytype for bare feet. A beautiful view is afforded of the beach, and the hold expanse below, most especially from the elaboratly made grill-work iron railing at the edge of the terrace. At the back of the terrace tumbles a 'waterfall', which leads to a deep, clear pool lined with ornate benches for people to relax and chat on while enjoying the deliciously warm waters of Paradise. The pool is rather deep, and could almost accomodate a smaller green dragon, a fact most likely tested at some point if you cared to ask the Holder about it. White flagstone stairs, embedded with some rather interesting combinations of unlikely coloured pebbles, lead down to the pool. A firepit has been carefully dug, lined and filled with stone for the safety of the lush green grasses opposite has a grill set overtop, tantalizing aromes exuding from the various meats and vegetables being roasted at any given time of day.The single white stone table and chairs that occupied a spare corner of the terrace have been replaced with a larger one, at least 8 chairs accompanying, while the smaller one has been set to the opposite corner, not detracting at all from the decor.


Igen may be home now, but Ista was first, and sometimes…sometimes it's just nice to get back and out of the dryness every now and then. G'tan's first real rest day since taking on his new knot finds him eagerly doing just that…though he doesn't stay at Ista Weyr long. His father is visiting family in Benden, his mother is receptive but busy, many friends are on drills…but he isn't too disappointed. It's the beach that draws him more than anything. Lunchtime finds him making a short hop west to Paradise Island Hold and invading a tiny, little known spot to eat that he's always heard about but never tried. Eventually, he does find the little grill on the terrace with its one large table and one smaller, a spectacular view of the water in which Zinakoth is happily drifting offered alongside the tantalizing smell of searing meat. Ah, yes. Very worth the search. He smiles at an inward idea as he wanders over to the man at the grill, orders his food, and then plops himself down in a chair at the larger table.

It's family which brings Alera here also, except she came with her family, Arlemond calling in a favor from a rider friends to bring the little group of five here. A plesant change from the constant ran in Southern! After some family time though, Arlera splits away, her eye being caught by the intricate iron-work of the railing and the waterfall held just beyond. Her fingers trace the metal as she follows it along, right up until a chair stops her forward progression. Shaking herself out of her thoughts she looks upwards to fix on G'tan. Excuse her, just a moment, for staring. Then blushing. "Oh, um, sorry, I didn't mean to bump right into you. I'll just," a gesture back towards away. Where the rather handsome rider is not.

G'tan happens to have his head tilted back to rest on the back of the chair, his eyes shut as he soaks up the sun and waits for his food. He certainly feels the bump, but nothing shifts; he's a big guy, after all. The person who's bumped into him isn't quite so big. One blue eye cracks open, then both as he lifts his head to regard the young woman with a smirk. "It's okay," he drawls, straightening a little but still lounging easily. He jerks a thumb at the well-crafted metalwork. "A little distracting, right? Good lookin' stuff. Don't blame you."

He's not upset? Alera pauses her scooting away and tries a half-smile at the man. Her hand rests against the iron, right where two bits of iron come together and seem to be one before they split apart again. "It doesn't look like it should be as strong as it is," as if to demonstrate Arlera pushes against the railing, and it doesn't move. "But whomever made this knew their stuff."

Not upset! This girl has managed to come across a man who is possibly one of the most easygoing on the face of the planet…when he's off duty, of course. The half smile is answered in kind, eyes slipping sideways as G'tan watches the push given the railing. "Yeah, I see what you mean," he notes with a small nod, gamely giving the rail a thump with his fist. "You a Smith, or just an admirer of fine metalwork?"

A shake of her head, as Arlera reaches up to twirl a finger into a long lock of hair. Straight as it is, when she releases it falls flat once again. "No, my father," a gesture in the general direction of where the large smith, pretty wife, and two girls younger than Arlera, "is. I wouldn't have minded, maybe, but it simply wasn't done and now…" a bit of a shrug. No one proud young adult wants to be an apprentice alongside twelve year olds. "I know just enough to appreciate when it is done well."

"Rubbed off on you a little then, aye?" G'tan cracks a winning grin at the girl to show that he's teasing. Then a brow arches, and he sits up straighter still, glancing at the family the girl pointed out a moment ago. "Are all of you lookin' for a place to sit? Just one of me; I don't need this all to myself."

"Well…" Alera wouldn't go that far, but… she scrubs her toe into the stone underfoot and gives a bit of a shrug in response. Glancing upwards she shakes her head, "No, but thank you. Mother is showing my sisters a bit of fabric making that she learned from a journeywoman who hailed from here. Father is…," A step backwards to double check that Arlemond is still deep in conversation with another smith, yup, "talking. Have you ever been here before?"

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