Zaria, Lemia, Zisiene (cameo)


Zaria and Lemia talk babies, dragon meddling, and darts. Not in that order.


It is afternoon of the twenty-eighth day of the ninth month of the thirteenth turn of the 12th pass. It is the twenty-eighth day of Autumn and 96 degrees. Mercilessly bright, Rukbat's light heats the desert as a small dark cloud appears on the horizon.


Dustbowl Cantina

OOC Date 17 Apr 2018 04:00



Dustbowl Cantina

To enter the Dustbowl Cantina is to descend: the heart of the ancient tavern lies half underground, at the foot of ancient steps, insulated from summer heat and winter cold by the volcanic rock surrounding it. A windowless place well-lit by glows, it is homey, even cozy, with a certain bijou charm - but for the deep gouges worn in wooden table and solid stone, some clearly lingering evidence of boisterous brawling. The wall behind the well-polished bar, though, remains free from scars or graffiti, as does the door into the small kitchen, and the stairwell up into the owner's quarters: the barkeep and his staff reign, and they guard their territory well. After all, only a fool angers the source of the booze.

A rare afternoon off finds Arroyo's Wingleader checking out the Dustbowl Cantina although not completely of her own will. Ok, so I'm out of the Weyr. Are you happy now? Zaria sighs as she tosses another dart at the board, aiming carefully and letting it fly. « I would be happier if you actually talked to someone instead of playing this dull pointless game. » is the smooth response from her blue, she can almost hear Azrith rolling his eyes at her, carried on swatches of turquoise brocade, the special mind-textile that is used exclusively for their private channel.
Zaria throws a dart at the board.
Zaria's dart flies towards the board.
Zaria sinks the dart into the wall.

The afternoon's warm, and the coolness inside the cantina is a welcome relief as Lemia steps inside. She's been relieved of duty, at least for today. The thunk of the dart into the wall draws green orbs towards the dartboard, "I believe, and I could be wrong, that the object is to hit the board?" this is said in a light, teasing tone as she collects a glass of wine. She turns to watch the crowd of the cantina, and then settles not far from Zaria. She's still looking stressed, but at least she doesn't look ready to jump out of her skin.

Short, and therefore easy to over look, Zisiene's settled herself in a corner to watch and to listen. She's trying to determine her next move, and this is one of the few places she can actually think.

Wincing as the dart hits the wall instead of the board, Zaria sighs heavily, shoulders sinking. Lemia's words draw an awkward chuckle as she turns to see from whom the words came and her hazel eyes rest on the brunette woman. « Oh she's lovely! » Azrith quips in her mind loud enough to make her sigh. Oh don't even. I don't have time in my schedule for romance. You know this. Clearing her throat, she will nod in the greenrider's direction with a timid smile before she turns back and takes aim once more, really taking her time to aim before she let's it go.
Zaria throws a dart at the board.
Zaria's dart flies towards the board.
Zaria scores a brown.

Lemia's eyes glaze as Horith's spring breezes waft into her mind « You are too worried. Kestrath's is fine. Why don't you try and relax? » When her eyes return to normal, Lemia simply sighs, "I think," she looks around, "my dragon is trying get me to relax," which isn't going to happen. Lemia's a natural worry wort.

Lack of height has distinct advantages. Being able to sit in the middle of a crowded space, and not be noticed is one of them. Zisiene looks around the cantina, and there's hardly anywhere she can look without seeing her past. She's thinking though, and that's one thing she's learned about Igen. There's no where she can go to think where she isn't seeing one or the other of the two people who meant the most to her. Perhaps, just maybe? A sip of the whiskey in front of her is taken as she clears the thought. She's not ready for that step. For leaving. Not yet. Maybe some day, and maybe soon but not yet.

Zaria will nod appreciatively at the brown she manages to score. Then her eyes are once more drawn to Lemia as her smile widens slightly at her words. "Yours as well? What's with them thinking they know what's good for us?" she asks with a modest chuckle before she takes the last dart in her hand and squares up for the next shot.
Zaria throws a dart at the board.
Zaria's dart flies towards the board.
Zaria sinks the dart into the wall.

Lemia gives a chuckle as she nods, "That is a good question," is the answer. A pause as she takes a sip of her wine, "I'll relax," if only to get her dragon to stop nagging, "But it'd be so much easier of I weren't sitting on pins and needles."

Zaria groans softly as her last dart hits the wall. "I was actually good at darts once." she says with a sheepish shrug of her shoulder as she walks over to collect the darts once more. « She's literally asking for company. If you don't take advantage, I am never speaking to you again rider mine. » "Any particular reason you're on pins and needles?" she asks as she returns to where her pint of ale is waiting for her.

Lemia gives a small smile, "My weyrmate's over due," she answers, "I don't know how she does it?" knowingly worrying Lemia and all that, "She rode sweeps, drills, and Thread until her dragon grounded her. I was furious with her for that," eventually Lemia will get over being so angry, but right now? Even with knowing that the baby will be arriving any day? Right now she's still upset.

« Called it! » is the smug response from Azrith in the back of Zaria's mind. But that isn't what is furrowing her ginger eyebrows together. Analysing the information Lemia is providing of her weyrmate, she tilts her head curiously in her direction. "Is your weyrmate Agertha by any chance?" she ask as she wanders over to the greenrider's table with her ale in hand, darts forgotten for the moment.

Lemia eyes the knot on Zaria's shoulder, "Yes," she answers, "She's actually over due at this point," which is concerning for Lemia, "I know. I know, I worry too much about those I love, but I can't help it."

Zaria furrows her brow in worry, "She seems a rather stubborn woman. This isn't her first though right?" because surely any previous pregnancy would have been recorded in her wingriders' files and Zaria has been spending a lot of time learning them intimately, too much time if you were to ask Azrith. With a sheepish grin, the bluerider offers her hand to the greenrider, "How rude of me, I'm Zaria, blue Azrith's."

Lemia chuckles, "Third," Lemia says, then clarifies, "Second, but third baby. Her first was twins. I'm just glad she's agreed to stay off of groundcrew," probably because of Lemia's habit of worrying so much, "She insisted she's fine. Said the day before she had her twins she was on groundcrew," there's a hard edge of disapproval to Lemia's voice, even her normally sparkling green eyes dull just a little at that thought, "Stubborn is a good descriptor of Aggie," pause then, "Oh, how rude of me as well. I'm Lemia, Green Horith's."

Zaria widens her hazel eyes just a little bit as she shakes her head at the idea of anyone doing ground crews while heavily pregnant. "That's just..irresponsible." She tsks with a sorrowful shake of her head. "There's no reason she should have been allowed on ground crews." the furrow to her ginger brows deepens as she takes another swig of her ale thoughtfully. "I'll have to keep my eye on her when she comes back to the wing." she says, as if making a mental note. "Well met Lemia. Here's hoping for a swift and uneventful birth for your weyrmate." she says as she raises her glass slightly in the other woman's direction.

Lemia nods, and there's the first bright spot in an otherwise worrying which brings a smile to Lemia's face. Perhaps the first smile all day, "That makes me feel so much better. Aggie can be so headstrong. It worries me sometimes," because 'sometimes' for Lemia is really 'all the time'.

Zaria shakes her head with a warm smile in the greenrider's direction. "No worries. We female riders have to have each other's backs." Because as she is finding with the more traditionalist male riders in her wing, there are a lot of naysayers about women on fighting dragons. Trying to clear her mind back to the moment at hand. "So the children, do you foster?" she asks curiously, a fair question for any rider.

Lemia shakes her head, "They have a nanny, and between Kestrath, Horith, and Jerolleth we have them well watched," Lemia answers, "They spend time with their father," she's quiet as she takes a sip of her wine, "I think Annis sometimes goes to the dragonhealer's yard. She seems sensitive to dragons."

Zaria nods thoughtfully, although there's a curious quirk of her brow at the mention of a third dragon there, but the bluerider isn't too shocked, knowing there are many interesting relationship configurations among riders. "So there's three of you? The third is the father?" she takes a wild guess as she takes another sip of her ale.

Lemia nods, "Yes. R'mar," the worry in Lemia's eyes are currently a constant, is just a touch less pronounced at the moment. There are times that loving the way she does makes her life more complicated that it should be.

Zaria nods slowly as she gets the full picture of their situation. "Hmmm, interesting." she adds as if there is nothing much more to say about it. "I'll leave you to your drink then." She adds a little self-conscious at the woman's curt answers, not wanting to overstay her welcome.

Lemia gives a soft chuckle, "Oh I am sorry," she answers, "I'm thinking I may just need to go now," she pays for her drink, and drops the marks for another ale, "For your time, and for helping me to not be so worried," and with that she's heading for the door.

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