Who

Odesse, Keelie

What

Keelie and Odesse meet in a bar. They end up discussing various things, including a possible new way to get information regarding the refugees.

When

It is the eighty-eighth day of Winter and 42 degrees. The day is dreary and overcast. A chilly winter rain is falling down heavily, with thunder and lightening, very very frightening! (except not really)

Where

The Tipsy Kitten, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 31 Jul 2017 04:00

 

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"Something to do with the sea."


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Tipsy Kitten

Here there be drunkards: a marble bar and the gorgeous array of colored bottles behind it would be enough to draw them in, but more yet lures those to enjoy the recreation the Kitten has to offer. Windows allow light to naturally illuminate the first floor of the tavern in the daytime, while green-tinted glows shine after nightfall. A door behind the bar leads to the tiny kitchen, while a stairway leads above to the rooms available for rent. Among the hubbub and the ruckus, a calamity of tables scatter through the open space, plenty enough for dragonpoker tournaments on restday eve.


Is anyone actually happier about all the storms that come with Southern's winters? Odesse definitely isn't. The dolphineer is completely drenched, despite the well oiled rain gear she has on as she comes dripping on into the Kitten this evening. One of those storms is carrying on outside and has been going strong for a couple hours now. Every so often you can still hear some thunder booming in the distance. Straight to the bar the woman goes and once she has a pitcher of beer and a glass, she'll fling herself into the nearest booth that doesn't look too occupied.

Although not seen here often, Keelie's favourite places to sit are the out-of-the-way booths in the back. The young brownrider is short, so her head doesn't appear above the top of the backrest. She's leaning over her (possibly spiked) klah as Odesse slides into the seat opposite. Brown eyes lift to look over the other. Her own red hair is damp, her riding jacket set beside her. There's a moment of silence that might be awkward, but Keelie doesn't seem bothered and takes a drink of her klah. "Hello." She smiles slightly across the table. A boom of thunder follows.

That possibly awkward moment of silence isn't noticed by Odesse because the journeywoman has some important matters to attend to as soon as she's seated. Mainly those important matters seem to be pouring her drink, skillfully so she ends up with just the right amount of head and then taking a sip. It's Keelie's hello after that brings her attention to the fact that this booth wasn't exactly empty when she sat down. "Oh, hey! Ye weren't waitin' fer anyone?" She looks around like she might be able to spot someone coming back from the privy to claim the seat she had so suddenly usurped.

Keelie watches Odesse pour her beer, and then gives a slight shake of her head. "Not today. My weyr is full of people. I am trying to get away from people." It's true, although she doesn't offer more explanation. Another sip of klah, as she considers. "You are ok tho." She leans forward, eyeing the amber glass, the foam. "How did you pour like that? Were you a waitress?" She's curious. "Or - just lots of practice?" Either answer would appear to be ok, and it's all asked in earnest.

Odesse doesn't know enough about weyr assignments to question whether having a weyr so full of people you have to run away is worth asking questions. She's just going to nod and go with it, and relax back into the seat when apparently her new drinking buddy isn't going to object to a sudden interruption. There's a laugh at the question about being a waitress. "Nah. Just practice. It's all about the angles." The woman will mime pouring at just the right way with her free hand. "Never been a waitress. Went to Ista for my 'pprenticeship when I was twelve." And what craft that might be, she doesn't say at the moment and there's no telltale knot to help identify it.

"Which craft was that?" Keelie will take the bait, letting all talk of her overpopulated weyr fall aside; she's curious like that. "I do like Ista. The sand is so different. Although it is black" She'll take another long drink of her klah and sigh, leaning back against her seat. "You look like…" squinty squint. "Something to do with the sea." A beat. "Or goats." Huh. "A fisherman?" Is she close? Ista is known for being by the ocean. Suddenly, she sits up straight. "Oh! No." Then she'll puff out her cheeks and sit back to wait for her answer, watching with her mermaid eyes.

Odesse laughs freely at Keelie's gueses, especially with the goats. "What'd I do with goats? Yer right 'bout the sea. I'm a dolphineer. 'N my pa is a fisherman." So she was close on two of them. And two out of three isn't bad. The Oh! No has the woman curiously tilting her head. "Somthin' the matter?" And while she waits for the response, she's going to continue to drink her drink. She's got a whole pitcher to go through after all.

Keelie hmmms and then laughs shortly into her mug. "I do not know. You tell me." About the goats. She'll squint at Odesse suspiciously before another short snort of laughter. "Mm? Oh, no. I was thinking of more crafts. Oh! A dolphineer." That piques her interest. She lifts her chin, eyebrows raising as she thinks about what that must involve. "What is that like? Are they all slippery? I would imagine they would be more slippery than a dragon." Or a goat, for that matter.

"Guess I'd try to teach them to swim?" Odesse is just going to shrug at that. Why goats need to swim if they don't know how to already would be a completely different question. "Slippery? Sorta. They're not slimey… but they are smooth 'n kinda bouncy to touch. It's hard to describe but once ye feel it, ye know. Much different then a dragon." Her explanation of that is a bit slow as she searches for just the right words. "'N I love it. Not so much right now" handwave out towards the storm and there's another oh so conveniently timed thunderboom like she summoned it. "Couldn't imagine doin' anythin' else."

"Bouncy," Keelie tilts her head, trying to imagine what that must feel like. "Like… a wet vine?" That's an odd thing to think of, although she was originally a wildling of the trees, so it makes sense to her. She'll follow that hand wave with her eyes and half-smiles at Odesse. "You do not like the rain? I do not mind it." She'll admit freely. "Although it can be slippery. In the mud." Not that that's ever bothered her either, really, but she knows a lot of weyrfolk - and maybe dolphineers - don't like that kind of thing.

Odesse tilts her head and seems to be thinking pretty hard on just what a wet vine would feel like, not something she's as familiar with, but eventually it gets a nod. "Kinda. Ye should come 'n see fer yerself one day." The return to the talk of weather gets a sigh from the woman. "It's not so much the rain. But it's cold, espeically when ye spend most of yer time in the water. 'N the seas are rougher now. More sudden storms, more wrecks." So a million and one things to do and have to fight the weather to do any of them.

"Maybe I will," Keelie says with a small smile, finishing off the rest of her klah and setting it down on the table. "Oh, I had not thought about how rough the seas would be." A frown for mention of wrecks. "The rainy season at Southern goes on for quite a while, but our summers are beautiful." So at least there's that. Her eyes unfocus as she does the funny dragonrider-talking-to-their-dragon thing. "Gruffith would like to see the dolphins, when he is not so tired from sweeps." She smiles across at the other young woman. "Although I am not sure if he would like them or not, if they talk. Or if they play too many games." Her dragon is kind of a grumpy cat. "Maybe we could wait for a nicer day, too. And once the refugees are settled." Keelie has a lot on her plate right now.

There's a nod for agreement from Odesse at the description of Southern's weather because that's what she's seen as well, and she gives a half smile. "Well, I guess the summers do kinda make up for the winters. 'N dolphineers know goin' into the craft that swimmin' in bad weather is a major part of the job. Rescuin' folks from shipwrecks is one of the most important things we do." And the most serious and unpredictable one. While Keelie's consulting with Gruffith, Odie will be pouring her next drink. She'll eye the rider's empty mug and hold out the pitcher, an unspoken offer if Keelie would want some. The leftover klah taste might make it taste a bit weird, but it might taste kinda like a klah porter? The blonde can't help but grin at the mention of dolphins talking and playing games. "Oh, they do both. Talk 'n play all the games. But he can fly away if they get too much. 'N I'd recommend a nicer day so ye could swim with 'em if ye want. We're also busy with extra patrols now." Also because of the refugees and that mystery of how did they get to Southern and are there more coming?

Keelie's smile widens as Odesse offers the pitcher, and she pushes her mug across with her fingers. She'll watch intently the way the other woman pours, too, as if it's fascinating. Don't mind her. She's just like that. (She doesn't get out much. That and the former wildling thing. You should have seen her before.) "Thank you for all that you do with the shipwrecks," she says. "It sounds very dangerous. Have you ever saved any pirates?" She reaches for the now-full mug, leaning down with kissy-face lips to suck up some of the foam. She pulls a face, that turns into an animated grimace. But - that fades quickly and she'll do it again, with slightly less dramatic facial results. "Oh, a swim would be nice!" Keelie is so down for this, now. And she has a mug with beer in it. Yay!

So the pour into the mug isn't quite as good as the pour into the glass, but Odesse still manages something respectable giving the differing sizes of the drinking vessels and she'll pass it back to Keelie. "It can be." That's why they do it, cause it's dangerous and someone has to do it. Her face darkens at the mention of pirates. "I haven't been down in Southern for long. What I gather, it's… complicated. Some of the ships discourage dolphins from gettin' too near." It's a full on frown she has at that and she takes a large drink from her glass. Bleh, pirates.

"It is complicated," Keelie will agree with that, thoughtfully looking down into the foam, which she will poke with a finger and promptly stick into her mouth. Nose-crinkle, more for the topic-at-hand than the taste in her mouth. Beer is interesting, yo. "I have met some terrible pirates," Her words are woven with darkness. After a long pause, and after she considers the finger she just pulled from her mouth, it fades to thoughtfulness. "But there are others that have changed, and some that are dragonriders now." The young woman is, at her heart, an optimist, although she doesn't necessarily trust all of those dragonriders. A pretty smile for Odesse.

"There's plenty of legitimate work to be done on the sea, if the shardin' pirates weren't too lazy to do it themselves," Odesse is fidgeting with the glass in her hands, slowly spinning it around and around and around. "Stealin' from folks, ruinin' lives, there's no justification for that." While Southern may have a higher concentration of pirates, Ista's not completely free either. Normally Odie is pretty optimistic, but not for pirates. Nope.

"That is true," Keelie says. "I was hit over the head by one." If that helps, any. "And they stole Rylov. We were burning ships… well… things got pretty horrible a while back." Her expression is thoughtful as she takes a sip of her beer - pulling another face - and it leaves a bit of foam on her lip, which she brushes off with the back of her hand. "No, there is no reason for it."

Odesse blinks at the revelation that the rider was hit over the head by a pirate. Face clearly screaming 'how?' even if she's not saying the word. And Keelie's not really making a good case for pirates. "'N they might be involved with all this business with the mystery folks with the volcano 'n stuff." There's a sigh and she drinks her own beer. No face, because Odesse is accustomed to the taste and it's much more welcome that the talk of all these serious things.

"They were kidnapping Rylov," Keelie explains, pursing her lips down at her mug with the memory. She blinks and squints at the woman across from her, at mention of pirates having to do with it all. "Pirates? But wildlings do not have anything to do with pirates…" The wheels are turning tho, as she considers. Insert groan face here, that they might. And there goes the hand to cover her pretty brown eyes, and rub them. "Oh shells. I hope not. I do not think burning more ships to get answers will help anything." She'll take another sip of beer (squinty face). Another clap of thunder booms, lightening outlining faces and glasses in electric relief.

"Ahh…" Is all Odesse has for that answer and then a drink of her beer. This one going much faster than the first. She shakes her head as it seems Keelie misconstrued what she said, even going so far as to wave a hand at the confusion. "Nah, not the wildlin's. They've been here. The refugees. They all came from somewhere north. 'N since they didn't get South by dragonback…" At least, there's been no mention of them arriving by dragon which would be a WHOLE DIFFERENT PROBLEM, "had to get here by ship. If given enough money, pirates would probably do it." She shrugs. She assumes pirates will do anything for the right price, aside from leave their lives of crime. "No, burnin' 'em probably won't get you any answers. But we're watchin'. Worked with the Seacraft to have where all their ships are goin' 'n when. So if we see a ship where it's not supposed to be…" Word should get back. But Southern's got a lot of coastline.

Keelie shakes her head, and sighs with a frown. Her player, and so Keelie, has thought all this time that the refugees were widlings! Confusing. But then she does have a soft spot for them. "I do not know…" But she's thinking on it. She leans back in her comfy booth chair, listening to all Odesse has to say. "I am glad you are watching with your dolphins. I am reluctant to say that we should try talking to some of the pirates in the area. But we could? Not that they would tell the truth, but maybe there are clues there." Her work so-far has been primary the search and rescue, but it's another avenue to go down. But this is so much serious talk. She'll take another sip of beer. "Thank you for this, by the way. It is good." Not that you could tell by the way she keep making faces.

It has really been confusing and there's probably someone spreading rumors that the refugees actually ARE a formerly unknown wildling clan! Because there are more rumors than anything substantial flying around at this point. "We're watchin'. They actually found some folks in a cove we found about a month back…" Odesse nods. Not that Feng and Lussu have said anything of much use yet. But they're in the brig! "I'm not gonna be the one talkin' to pirates! That sounds like a rider job…" You know, someone who can fly away if things go bad. There is a smile for the mention of the beer. "Yer welcome. It tastes a bit like home. It's brewed in Ista. Oh. 'N I'm Odie by the way." Since introductions never actually happened.

Keelie sighs. "I would rather not talk to them either." For reals. "But I will if I need to." Insert stubborn chin. "Gruffith would rather sit on them." A bit of humour, there. "I am Keelie," she offers to Odie, with a genuine smile. And the two will sit and chat for a bit longer, and that is where our scene ends, on this dreary Southern day.

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