Who

Myziri, Vi'ano, M'noq

What

Myziri is drowning her sorrows; Vi'ano joins her for a while, and M'noq stops by as well.

Mild language, alcoholic consumption, allusions to sex (and lack thereof)

When

It is afternoon of the sixteenth day of the third month of the eighth turn of the 12th pass. It is the sixteenth day of Autumn and 101 degrees. It is partly cloudy and everything is wet still from the recent rains.

Where

Garden Terrace, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 22 Jun 2016 07:00

 

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"Don't you be dying on me, 'kay?" She's totally serious, man! "I'll kick your ass, you die on me."


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Garden Terrace

Tucked-away and bejeweled, here is a hidden treasure of Southern, beckoning and beguiling those who may trod the entrance of weyrbridge: steps cut upwards, switching back and outer-railed, to terminate in a sheltered ledge of stone. Here, greenery blooms in fragrant profusion, scenting the air and quieting the minds of those who stroll amongst the cultivated rows of cultivars. Flowers, and tiny fruit-bearing trees limn the walkways. Tables and benches scatter organic throughout the rambling concourse, providing easy rest for those who challenged the stairs… or the craft shops beyond the scrolled wooden door at the innermost part of the terraced ledge.


With setting sun slowly falling behind the stone ledge, a brilliant light still colors the flowers on the garden terrace, while at the same time providing ample shadow to escape the Southern heat. Little, however, can be done about the humidity left behind after the rain. And so, Vi'ano's forehead is dotted with percperation, not from pain or exerction but from the heavy air. Though his footfall is slower than normal he takes great care to show little else has changed, even if his riding leathers have been shed in light of more flowy attire, baggy pants and shirt of a sea lifestyle. As he ascends in to the garden he mumbles something abouto the 'fucking infirmary being worse than the barracks'.

She's eschewed the more frequented parts of the terrace for a nice little patch under a few of the fruit trees in the back, though she's facing out to watch the comings and goings. By the drenched look of her, she's been here a while and the trees haven't done much to keep the rain from getting to her, and the humidity that followed has kept her good and damp. She doesn't seem to care that her skirt and chemise top are clinging and getting kind of see through. Nor does she seem to care that her hair is a curling tangle about her shoulders. No, the only thing she seems to care about is taking steady swigs from the bottle dangling between her raised knees, bare feet digging in to the damp earth; her gaze does, however, focus on Vi'ano when he comes in to view, riveted on his careful gait. Does he feel those staring eyes? Does he have that itch between his shoulder blades alerting him to surveillance?

If Vi'ano didn't have a keen sense of when someone had him under surveillance he would have made a very DEAD pirate. So, despite whatever was preoccupying him, his own extra curly hair jostles about the nape of his neck as his head swivels toward the feeling of being watched. Myziri is first recognized, then observed, and then given a widening grin. Does he notice the way her clothes embrace her skin or how they are almost transparent? If so he gives little in the way of indication. Without waiting for invitation he beings a saunter in her direction, "Myziri. You're always good for a drop of the good stuff. Mind sharing? The healers are remarkably stingy with what they will allow in that place."

Myziri probably expected Vi'ano to find her; after all, she knows his honed instincts for self-preservation of old. So when he approaches she just holds out the bottle and pulls another one from next to her - he gets the almost empty, she's cracking open the full. "Have at it," she invites - He's also probably not getting much of an eyeful even if he were looking, since her knees are tucked up and she's got her back against the tree. She tilts her head to take a swallow from the new bottle, wiping her lips on the back of her other hand as she lowers the booze, studying him now he's closer "Glad to see you're okay." Others weren't so lucky., after all. "Have a seat if you like, or take it with you. Don't care." It seems that, for all T'ral had hoped for something else, she's drowning some major sorrows in booze; and plans to continue regardless of company.

Vi'ano is happy to receive offer to sit, as his legs were already lowering his slender frame to the ground, one hand steadying the now more parcarious movement against the tree. He declines to use the trunk as a back rest, leaning instead on his now freed arm, the other lifting the bottle to his VERY parched lips. He can only nod at the observation. Knowing nothing of T'ral or his advice (and whose to say he would agree if he had heard it), he instead encourages the behavior by chugging what was offered, and casting the empty container aside. "Thanks." A pause. "Lose someone?"

This time of day, traffic on the terrace is decidedly slow as the shops close and people drift off to other things, helped along by the wetness. Thus, by now Myz and Vi'ano pretty much have the place to themselves, but for a few stragglers who don't seem to be paying any attention to the pair beneath the foliage. So they can booze it up in relative peace. Myziri lifts the bottle to her lips again, taking a healthy swallow to add more fuel to the cozy little artificial fire going on her belly, then holds out the fresher bottle to Vi'ano when he tosses away the empty. "Lygra and Ryzidileth." She says quietly, staring out at nothing and hunching her shoulders a bit more; as she told R'ik, it's like a cut to the soul every time one of hers dies.

A slow hmmm is all that he says for a moment. What can a person say? It wasn't your fault? It'll get easier with time? Those are pretty good odds considering it was a surprise and the second go of the day? At least they aren't in pain? It's all bullshit made make the sayer feel better now the reciepent and Vi'ano isn't going to bother bullshitting his tipsy clutchmate. So instead he'll join her, imitating her drink and then passing it back. "That fucking sucks, man." Because that's just the truth of it.

For some reason, Vi'ano's actual response, worded as it is and obviously heartfelt, brings the barest of smiles and Myziri turns her head to look at him. "Yeah. It does. Here's to them." She raises the bottle again "To Lygra and Ryzidileth. They'll be remembered." She takes another swig, passes the bottle. "At least, soon as I'm finished trying to forget." Or rather, when she's finished numbing the pain enough so that she can bear to remember. "They were a good team. Lynx'll miss them." She regards the brownrider thoughtfully "Don't you be dying on me, 'kay?" She's totally serious, man! "I'll kick your ass, you die on me."

When Vi'ano is in clear receipt of the bottle he too raises it, "To Lygra and Ryzidileth." Should they pour some out for their homies? The bottle is returned, he gets it, he isn't one to judge. As for his dying he shrugs, "Been lucky so far." And he's willing to bank of that. "And your ass kickings are the things of legends, I'll do anything to not get one of those." Including not dying a horrible and painful death. Still a rare serious look from the brownrider is leveled at Myziri. "I'm here." The promise of a friend.

There's a snort for his 'legendary' comment. "I've never kicked anyone's ass, and you know it. Besides…it's the tongue lashings you gotta watch out for." She sighs, leaning her head against the tree and closing her eyes. "Thanks, Vano. For being here. It's…hard to do this with Lynx. I feel like I need to ..maintain certain behavior. But I really don't like drinking alone too much. I just…" she takes another drink, swallows and allows the burn to trace its way to her stomach. "I just needed to get numb. First F'krel, than Lygra. I know it's the nature of the thing. Riding. Thread. But…it's different when I'm responsible. I'm their leader and they keep dying on me." She hands the bottle back. "Sahizath and I've been lucky too. Not a scratch." She knocks on the tree trunk as she says it. "Makes it worse, in a way. Like…I should be the one getting injured or something, not my riders."

"Well, maybe I've spread some rumors." About her ass kickings that is. Vi'ano has a way with words after all. "Boy do I know it." There is an honesty in his return of the teasing about her tongue lashings, "You're a web spinner, Myziri." And he's a fly that has just barely gotten out with his life a few times. A hand raises to ease her fears, "You aren't drinking alone." See he's here, and his hand is extended toward the bottle. "If you are going to survive that knot, you gotta be able to put it in perspective." The cold truth, "You are responsible for them, sure, but some of it is a rider's fault, and some of it is just sheer luck." Shifting to ease some of the tension building in his back, a hand is reached out toward her shoulder, "You're doing well. If you weren't they wouldn't keep you there." And he hopes to hell no one ever tries to give him one of those big knots. He'd rather Swyrrth sat on his head.

"Bad luck, you mean. Although I suppose I could look at it positively - I only lost one in that fiasco." The bright side already, and she's not even at the bottom of the bottle. The second one, at least. She even manages a small huff of laughter for his teasing, and nods. Myziri is sitting with her back to a tree, looking pretty wet and messy from rain and humidity, and Vi'ano's sprawl-seated nearby - they're passing a bottle between the two of them and conversing in the twilight moment between evening and night; somewhat off the beaten paths of the terrace, but since their voices likely carry, probably easily found for someone looking. "But you're right. I'm working on getting it under control, Vano. I bawled my eyes out when F'krel died. With Lygra…I just wanted to be numb." She sighs "Unfortunately, not sure it's working." Still got that gaping wound in her soul.

"Ba-" The rest of 'bad for those two' trails off as Vi'ano thinks better of it, instead just sitting for a moment drinking his juice. Well the juice anyway. Myziri is conisdered with a hand running through his newly growing scruff, "I'm not sure which is better." Or worse. Honesty rings in the words. "Letting it out is good. Just not, you know, drowning in it." Okay, maybe he does know which is better, they all do at some level, but that doesn't stop him from giving the liquor back to her. "You gotta take care of yourself." Concern creeps into his voice for the first time. "If you ever need to talk…" Besides this time, which is what they are doing now, "I'm around." In a boat.

M'noq exits from the direction of the craft shops, one of those cute little shopping bags dangling from his fingers. Sure, the brownrider doesn't exactly seem like the type who buys or wears things that come in cute little bags, but maybe there are Reasons. He pauses, hearing voices in the twilight gloom, one that he definitely recognizes. As he wanders through the garden area, curiosity calls to him to drift off the beaten path to find the source of the voices. At first he isn't even sure he isn't intruding, but finally: "Wingleader. And Vi'ano? Wow, I haven't seen you in ages. How have you been?" His initially wary tone loses its coolness.

"Well, with the first one, I didn't have to actually do anything but bawl. Lygra had a family though, and…having to deliver the black knot pretty much sucked big runner dick, y'know? Which is why I want to be numb. But thanks. I'll probably take you up on that, if J'ran's not available." Her usual go-to guy for shoulder crying. But the thought of what duty has forced her to do has Myziri taking another swig of booze - which she promptly chokes on as M'noq spots them and then comes over. This is soooo not how she wants to appear to her riders.. "M'noq. Please, it's just Myziri." Indeed, there's a bit of a wince for the whole 'wingleader' moniker. "I kidnapped him. He's my pirate booty." She grins at both men, and if it's a wee bit forced and her eyes a bit bloodshot, well - the evening shadows will take care of the latter, right? She pushes her damp mass of tangled curls back and casually lowers the bottle out of sight as her gaze falls to the bag in her wingrider's hand "Ooh, you bought something. Is it for Keelie?" Was that not a prime bit of deflection, right there?

"Fuck." What else is there to say to a person having that job. "Man." His attention is caught by one approaching before they're even addressed, a slight relaxation of muscle as the voice is put to a face. "M'noq," The solemnity of their conversation drops suddenly, he picks up quickly on Myziri's attitude shift. Vi'ano smiles warm and large at the other brownrider. "Good, good. Keeping off the radar, fixing up one of those old ships for me and Swyrrth. How about you?" As for being pirate booty, it would be the first time, but he only gives a lopsided grin, "And I do have a very nice booty. It's a fine treasure if caught." See it's all fun and games here. And certainly NOT too much booze. Not that. "Keelie?" Now that peeks his interest. "You two…" Cough, cough, nudge, nudge? Can his gesturing be seen in the darkening shadows?"

M'noq is a master of deflection, so don't think he doesn't know it when he hears it. "Myziri, then. Sorry to interrupt your—" He starts to say "party," but even the joke seems a little much. The atmosphere is heavy, despite the bottle being passed around. "Far be it from me to take your pirate booty away from you. Especially when he's practically offering it to you." Grinning, he glances between the other two riders. Sure, he can draw basic conclusions, at least. "Hey, don't you go ruining my surprise," he scolds Myziri, then for Vi'ano's benefit, "Keelie and I have weyrmated. We've taken over T'ral's old ship weyr. You're working on one? I guess we'll be neighbors, then."

"Sad, the way our weyrling class never gets together anymore. We need a reunion, just to catch up. Rielle's pregnant, Keelie and M'noq are shacked up, R'ik's with Hannah….Sam.." Well, Sam is as he always was. "Am I the only one keeping tabs on you all?" She teases, working hard to keep that light-hearted tone "And yes, Vi'ano does have a fine booty - but I'm not sure that it's me he wants to share it with. But that's okay. He's pretty free with other parts of him." Shoulder, specifically. She gives M'noq a pouting look then "As if I'd ruin it. You're likely to see her before I am. She and I have to steal away to get any time to do girl things. Same with Rielle. I keep trying to plan a little baby party for her, and it never seems to happen." Some of her lightheartedness fades; she knows she's not really fooling M'noq, after all, so she brings out the bottle again and takes a drink before passing it along. "I had to inform Lygra's family today." She says baldly. "Vi'ano and I were having a drink in her memory. She was usually up for a party, remember?" So, they're having a mini one, just for her.

"You are?" Vano gives a mind-boggled look to M'noq. "Rielle is what? R'ik got the Weyrwoman." WTF people? Could no one keep their pants on while Vi'ano's player was away? "Oh, it is not, Myziri, but thank you for lying to me. You have always been a good friend. We all know it is far too small to amount to much in life." If he's woo-ing anyone it isn't with his twerking. And as for who he would like to NOT twerk for, as Myziri so undelicately threw out there, he's keeping mum. "The Queen Prideth's Revenge is big enough for our clutch, and any plus ones." He lifts his eye brows questioningly at Myziri. Has she shacked up on him too? "Aye." The brownrider offers in affirmation of the drink, though he didn't really know the rider or her habits. He's here for his friend and her mourning.

"A reunion? Nice idea. Except for the people who can't manage to be in the same room together. Can you imagine if Xia and I ended up at a party together? The host would throw us out for bad behavior." He laughs, though Lygra's name brings him down pretty quick. "Right, well. Thank you for doing that. I know we all miss her. She did always bring such good energy to a gathering." Maybe it's the memory of her that brings M'noq to try to change the energy here with a grin at Vi'ano. "I have it on fairly good authority that our lovely clutchmate here is unattached. Not a bad move to make, just sayin'." Wink wink, nudge nudge.

"You still in a war with her?" Myziri says, nose wrinkling slightly "You two gotta get over that. Life's too short, y'know?" She shakes her head, not allowing herself to sink back into melancholy for the reminder, and instead smiles at Vi'ano "It's still holding up your pants, so it's not that small." She points out, then gives M'noq a dirty look "Thanks for that. I don't need you matchmaking. Vi'ano's kind of like you, J'ran, and Z'ok - more brother than other. But he's right." This to Vi'ano. "I seem to be the only one in our entire weyrling class not shacking up or knocking boots with anyone." Which totally sucks. Giver her that bottle! "Last time I got naked with someone was when Sahizath went up, and I ended up in bed with R'ik." And wasn't that awkward. "But I've got other things to worry about than my love life. If you want to visit Rielle, Vi'ano, I'm pretty sure she's in the ground weyrs. Poor thing's gotten big as a house."

"It's a big enough place, people could just avoid each other." Vi'ano offers, or they could have two parties. Drama is the worst, unless he's using it for his own benefit or amusement. "I would do no such thing, M'noq. And there isn't anything really nice enough to worry about breaking." Because he's a bachelor. "It is a very practical butt, I'll give you that." Worse things have been said about his flat back end, to be sure. As for the awkward placement of the other brownrider trying to set him up at what is basically a two (now three) person wake is met with a grin, especially since Myziri takes up the whole 'brother' talk. "And me." She receives a pointed look from Vi'ano, and at least one other, but he's wise enough to not bring up any other names. Lest the female poke a little to close to the truth. Again. "I'm sure she'd love to hear you describe her like that. I'll be sure to tell you you said she was as big as a cothold when I go visit her." The teasing nature of the conversation resumes.

How fortunate M'noq doesn't have a crush on Myziri right now, because otherwise all this "brother" talk would just break his heart. "Ah, right… still kind of in the prank war. Well, we've kind of been on hold since I relocated… well, except all of those love letters I had the candidates write to her. I get the feeling she isn't going to let that go." Is it any wonder he has been paranoid lately? He gives a pointed look at Vi'ano. "Don't give up on her, man. And don't let her drink herself into a pickle, either. She assigned the rest of us PT in the morning, and if she isn't there, how many of us do you think are going to slack?"

"None of you better be slacking. Z'ok's acting wingsecond, and he's gonna ride your asses for me. I'm going to be sleeping in." That's right, Myziri is TAKING A DAY OFF. "If you all can't do without me for one day, then I'm not doing things right. Or, I could just say fuck it and give everyone the day off. We aren't on the roster to fly 'fall tomorrow anyway. " She takes a swig of her pickling juice. "So that's what I'll do. Everyone has the day off in remembrance of Lygra and Ryzidileth. Be with loved ones. Go…map something." She waves a hand "Do whatever it is you do when I'm not there." Which is likely have fun, right? Vi'ano? He gets another look "Rielle likes plain speaking, she won't mind. She's probably thinking the same thing herself. But let's drink to that other thing. Single people who aren't getting any!" Another swig, and she hands the bottle back, though offers it to M'noq as well "We'll let you toast too, even if you are all shacked up." She sniffs at the Lynx brownrider "I'll have you know, I don't get pickled nearly as often as I'd like. I just eat pie instead." Much healthier, right?

Vi'ano can only hang his head at the still alive and well prank war. "Getting the candidates involved. You're just looking for trouble." As he's given instructions the brownrider levels his gaze at his counterpart. "I'll make sure she gets home safely, and has plenty of water. And it seems you no longer have PT so we'll just sit here and get shit faced if we'd like." Or until the healers come find him and scold him again about drinking while on whatever crap they have him on. Alcohol kills infections right? "Map something?" His tone pitches upward in a WTF is wrong with the people on your wing sort of way. "To not getting any." He lifts the bottle toward her, "Wait. No. I can't toast to that…" He pauses as he considers the appropriate things to lift the drink to. "Ah, to getting some SOON." He nods towards M'noq as he hands over the drink. "See, you won't even be lying if you toast to that."

M'noq probably wouldn't slack off just because the wingleader wasn't watching… most likely. Ravaith would make him feel too guilty. The offer of a day off makes his heavy eybrows shoot up, though it isn't like he would try to talk her out of it. "You're serious? Thanks, boss." He's already planning where he wants to map and who he wants to goof off with. When she offers the bottle, he waves it off. "No thanks, I'll toast their memory in my own way." He lifts an imaginary glass and "sips." As for now, though, he still has that cute little bag dangling from his fingertips. He grins at Vi'ano. "Thanks for looking out for her. I'd better get out of here, and you can get back to talking her into keeping you company the rest of the night." He whistles, and with a wave, strolls off.

"I'm right here." Myziri says, scowling at both of them, though there's lurking amusement beneath. When the brownrider makes to depart, though, she nods. "See you around, M'noq." As in, the day AFTER tomorrow. "Just remember, I'll work you all twice as hard next time." So make the most of that free time, boyo! She smiles, though "And say hi to Keelie for me." Then, she's back to looking at Vi'ano. "Soon sounds good. But not soon soon." As in, she's not sleeping with Vi'ano just because she's all drunk and (let's face it) horny. "I'm not drunk, anyway. Just…numb." Or close to it. She waggles her fingers "I can't feel these, at least. Maybe if I drink enough, the entire body'll go." At which point, sex would be pretty pointless, right?

"Everytime we talk you accuse me of wanting to sleep with you." Okay, Vi'ano may have over stated that, but it's been at least twice. "Can you fly?" His eyes fall to her numb fingers. And he eyes back towards his weyr, "You should stay at my weyr. It's on the ground." And he quickly raises his hands in self-defense, because he's a litte tipsy too, "No worries, I'm not trying to get in your riding-leathers, I'm in the infirmary still." Or at least they think he is, those pillow stuffed sheets will only work so long, no matter how crowded that place is right now. So there will be NO sleeping with each other. Unless she's up for some public displays in front of the healers. There's a thought and he may or may not consider it with his head cocked to one side.

"Actually, the bit about sleeping together was for his benefit." Myziri waves a hand toward M'noq's departing form. "And I'm not wearing riding leathers. I'm wearing a skirt." She squinty eyes at Vi'ano "Who's the drunk around here?" It's certainly not her. "I'm ferpectly fine. Sahizath'll take care of me." She says almost primly, and takes another swig "Besides, I'm not ready to go to bed yet. You go if you want. I know you're repucer…recuperating." She grins. "Heh. Gotta stop using fancy words. They don't mix with the drink." She leans her head against the tree again "I'll see your weyr someday. Even if we don't have that reunion party." And then, there's that melancholy again "You ever think how you'll feel if one of us…you know..one of our weyrling class…were to die? I mean, now that we're riders." Because some did die during weyrlinghood, right? "I mean, one of the ones we're close to. Not someone like Ars'hole." Or whatever the fuck his name is. "Seriously, Vano. You and Swyrrth be more careful."

"It's an expression." Vi'ano waves his hand at Defensive Myziri who comes out when regular Myziri has been drinking. "Sahizath can't strap you in." And he certainly doesn't think she can handle it if she's forgetting how to word. "Come on." The brownrider states as he slowly starts his way up, it'll take him a while to stand up in this state anyway. "Let's make sure it isn't you today. Especially since there wasn't even thread." A hand is reached out to help her up. Be gentle. "If one us has to go lets not make it for falling off our dragon, or ledge, drunk." As for there own losses and his feelings on if any of them went, his slender shoulders slowly roll over in a shrug, "I can't dwell in what ifs, Myziri." Is said for her benefit, because really what helps him is not giving a shit about most people. "We have to just attack each new day, and make sure it doesn't win."

"A senshible approach." Myziri concludes, nodding "Harder to put into practice than you'd think, though." And she's not budging. She waves off his hand with a hint of annoyance "Seriously, Vi'ano. Go away if you're going. I'm fine right here. I promish…promise I won't get on a dragon until I'm sober. I just….I just want to sit here and…be." Moss-green eyes send him a defiant/pleading look "Okay? I'm not going to do anything stupid, honest." Like go riding off into the sunset with Sahizath (though that seriously sounds fun!).

Well she promised. Right? And Swyrrth says Nadeeth is freaking out about something in the infirmary, where he is supposed to be. Hopefully there isn't a bed check before he gets back. "Whatever, dude." Is said, as his help is rebuffed again. SADFACE. This is how they always seem to end things, like two teenage angsty friends after harper lessons. At least this time Vi'ano didn't just slip out and disappear. "Nothing stupid. You promised. I'm going to check on you tomorrow and you'd better be in one piece." And with that he turns and starts his return to the infirmary. "Or I'm going to kick YOUR ass."

"You and Sahizath both, so yeah - I promise." Myziri says, remaining where she is while he goes, though she calls out once before he disappears "Thanks, Vi'ano. You did help." Maybe he doesn't hear her, but that's okay - she'll repeat it when she's sober. Later.

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