Nasrin, Diem


Nasrin visits the sands to parlay and plan for booze.


It is afternoon of the nineteenth day of the eleventh month of the fifteenth turn of the 12th pass.



OOC Date 30 Dec 2018 05:00


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"And don't forget the beer!"



Though occasionally cleaned by ambitious (or neurotic) drudges or Weyrbrats being disciplined, the lack of Eggs over the last several Turns has led to the Galleries falling into a state of disrepair. Sand can be found…well, everywhere. On the benches, under the benches, on the railings and walkways. There is also the random tidbit leftover from people who've wandered into the gathering place since the last cleaning. A random bit of cloth here, a bit of something that might have been a carving-in-progress once there.

Another day, another sandstorm. Thankfully, Diem is still confined to the sands and galleries where the brunt of a dusty, grimy, sandy storm cannot wreak havoc in full. At the moment, the Weyrwoman is seated upon the stone bench closest to the edge of the feather soft sands of the hatching cavern sipping from a cup of water. One leg is crossed over the other and a light shawl is draped over her bare shoulders. It's hot, therefore she's dressed in a sleeveless top and shorts. Barefoot, of course. For now she's studying the eggs and noting the formation that Zsaviranth is currently placing them.

A figure in off-white leather the color of half melted snow after rain trots down the stairs with a firelizard trailing after her like a crow after her nest has been moved. It's Nasrin looking like she took on said sandstorm, called it a draw, and retreated to live another day. The ends of her hair frizz from a fallen chignon, there's ink smudged by one ear, and Euskal is agitated Nasrin won't let her perch. The junior stops just shy of the sands and sits, takes a breath and blurts, "is the day done yet?"

"They all blur together at this point." Diem responds dryly. And speaking of dry, she takes another sip of water to wet her lips and throat from this heat. She purses said lips shortly afterward and lowers the cup in hand to glance over at Nasrin. "They'll hatch soon and then I'll be able to help more than I am now." There's sympathy for the junior goldrider since she's shouldering most of the work these days. Diem does what she can but even then it's only so much. "You hanging in there?"

Good, now that her caretaker's seated, Euskal catches up to her but fans her wings to guide her landing beside Nasrin, but one bench tier higher. "I had an impromptu meeting with a member of Kurkar's council but had to cut it short before the wind started to whip. As much as I have some grudging respect for that place, from criminal den to recognized Hold, I didn't want to have to spend the night." The current breath is exhaled more peaceably now that her blood's pressure has steadied. "And Cremla's stressed about her sister and her family visiting, so better stay here and avoid that exhibition. I think I also," touching her tongue to the back of a tooth. "May have chipped an incisor."

Diem rests an elbow upon her knee in a slightly hunched position as she listens to Nasrin wax on about her time at the Hold. "Yeah, I wouldn't want to stay there overnight either." No offense to Kurkar, but no thanks. There's a nod for Cremla's incoming family and Diem might siiip a little more water so she doesn't say anything on that matter. She perks a little after Nasrin mentions potentially chipping a tooth. "How'd you manage that?" A dark colored brow quirks upward and soon she's straightening and streeetching a little. "How many cousins has Cremla invited anyway?"

"Oh," Nasrin, despite both mental fatigue and broken protocol, stands to address the senior queen. "How crude of me to leave you out, Zsaviranth. I hope you and the clutch are flourishing and that Wendryth's been feeding you well." With a polished bow to almost erase the slight, Nasrin folds her legs back to the bench, eyes lingering on the hardening group of eggs. "I think it's my love affair with nuts, but I don't know for sure how I managed it." Woe, lost tooth fragment. "If I remember, her sister has five children, one of which is married and is coming with his family, and three canines. Maybe the latter will be better tempered than Larrus." Larrus being Cremla's toddler and Nasrin isn't shielding all of an unabashed look.

Zsaviranth doesn't look particularly miffed that Nasrin was a little behind with her greeting. Surely she wasn't ignoring her on purpose! The gold rumbles to the junior from a distance and then goes back to rearranging some of the eggs on the far side of the cavern. This is important business, so pardon her if she's not into their conversation. Now it's Diem's turn to not look particularly miffed that her lifemate is conveniently ignoring them this time around. "Three canines? Hopefully they won't let them loose in the inner caverns, else I know someone who's going to be fetching leashes from the Herders." A beat, "Although I'd like to think Cremla has more sense than to let animals run loose around the council chamber. Between Larrus and the impending arrival of her nieces and nephews, I bet she's been fun to work with." Pardon Diem's dry tone.

That there's no hard feelings between the matriarch and junior is reassuring. Most thrilled of all is Rajakhelath who won't be elected to help smooth things over. "I have a feeling it's going to be as rowdy as a Zingari festival of dance without any of the talent…" Nasrin predicts as the heat is finally getting to her under the riding leathers. She stretches a neck scarf out before deciding to actually pull it out entirely from under the flight jacket. "But at least they're here only for five days. I wonder which dragonriders will be delivering them…" Some poor saps! "And speaking of which, I think we may be getting a new rider in Mirage, albeit temporary."

Diem will try not to get a headache thinking about Cremla's family visiting in the near future. If she's already thinking about it, Cremla must be in rare form — which will only get worse as the visit draws near. "I think you're right about that." Now the senior smirks at the comparison and adjusts her light shawl over her shoulders. "And five days is a looong time to keep family entertained…" Sweet Faranth, hopefully she won't get roped into giving them a tour of the Weyr or something. Shudder. "We had a flurry of new riders join Mirage." The change of subject is welcome and she smiles. "Doji and I'dre to name a couple. I don't have the reports in front of me, I hope they're settling in just fine."

Nasrin stretches the back of her legs by setting them out on the empty bench before her. Euskal makes the transition from back bench to a spot beside Nasrin. The junior pets the smooth hide just behind the gold's wings. "Maybe I'm being slightly too critical and the whole visit will go without a hitch." But just so you know, Diem, one extra guard has been asked to include the lower caverns in their patrol. Hey, you never know. "To date, just fine. It's outstanding to have a surge of fully-fledged dragonhealers. There's no official paperwork submitted yet for F'mond, but he and Travith may be among us while the bronze recovers from some wing trauma." She tries tucking the fantail of loose hair back under her low chignon.

"F'mond. Do I know a F'mond?" Diem thinks about this for a moment and tries her hardest to recall if H'rik had mentioned anything to her. "Bronze Travith. No, I don't think I've met either of them yet. My memory isn't that bad." Yet. But, that goes unsaid! "Oh, they've suffered a wing injury?" Her tongue 'tsks' against the back of her teeth and she sighs a little at the thought. Still, it cannot he helped sometimes. These things just happen. "With any luck, I'll be joining you again for PT once these eggs hatch soon. She hasn't told me when. Well. She never tells me when they'll hatch, but I can tell it won't be long now."

"They're from Sandblast originally though from the last-known description of the healers it may not be too long before they've advanced back to the fighting wings." Nasrin has moved on to rubbing Euskal's wing membrane softly between her fingers, like sampling thick silk. As the Weyrwoman elaborates a little on the clutch's status, her junior's eyes look like a gameshark's. "Drat, and here I thought you had the insider knowledge…."

Shaking her head, Diem can't seem to place F'mond at all. Which just means that she'll have to hunt him down at some point just to put a face to the name. She then catches that gamesharky look to her junior's eyes and allows a wry smirk to make known shortly afterward. "Trust me, if I learn of anything I'll pass it along. Zsaviranth has never revealed a hatching date before, but I suppose there's a first time for everything…" Maybe she should place some bets, too, before it's too late. A breath is then exhaled and she looks down at her near empty cup of water. "I don't suppose you have a flask in one of your jacket's inside pockets." One can only hope.

Nasrin uses the heel of her hand to stop some sweat from sliding down her forehead. "I don't but would be very willing to grab something to eat and drink and bring it back here. Bluntly, I could eat a wherry myself, minus the wings, right now." And she can use the break to change out of her leather attire. "After a day like today, I even feel like a semi-cheap beer." WHOA.

Semi-cheap beer? Sign Diem up for that! "I think that sounds like a great idea. I could go for some of that stuff, too. Just make sure you order a sandwich for me or something. I wouldn't want to share your wherry and risk losing a hand…" A smirk follows and Diem stands up from her seat and brushes the dust remnants of the sandstorm from the backside of her shorts. It gets /everywhere/ this grime. Oy. "I'll be in the grotto." She chin nods toward her space on the sands. "And don't forget the beer!"

Grateful for the ability to change and at least wash her hands, Nas stands and tries not to unsettle Euskal. Draping the scarf loosely around her shoulders to transport it, the wrinkles in her leathers means she's been sitting and sweating too long. Her shoulders hunch as she finds the humor in devouring everything in her path, but definitely makes a mental notation for the necessity of cold beer. "I'll be back as soon as I can. Pray I bump into Ramita…" And she takes the stairs two at a time for expediency.

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