| Main Page |
* Rhys walks in from the back room, lighting the wall sconces with a wave of his hand. He unlocks the main door. "Hall's open." He touches a finger to the kindling set in the hearth, and a healthy fire jumps up. * Rhys returns behind the bar. * Meghan walks into the hall and up to the bar slipping into a barstool and smiling hello to Rhys <Meghan> Evening Rhys <Rhys> Evening, Meghan. Can I get you anything? * Vallel walks in, wearing a pale yellow tunic and brown breeches, his sword belted on his waist, a brown and gold cape thrown over his shoulder. <Vallel> Good evening! <Meghan> Red wine would be wonderful thanks * Meghan turns and smiles to Vallel <Meghan> hey Val <Vallel> Hello there. ::grins:: * Rhys pours Meghan a goblet of red wine. "Evening Vallel. What can I get you?" * Meghan pats the seat next to her <Vallel> Ginger beer? <Meghan> come sit with me and chat. I have not seen you all day. * Zoya enters, jotting notes on a small pad of paper as she navigates the floor to the bar without looking. She stares at her pad for a long moment before sighing and tucking into her sleeve. <Zoya> Good evening, everyone. * Glossaria enters, a small, slim, leather-bound volume tucked under her arm. "Good evening, all. Hello, love, you look dashing!" Gives Vallel a kiss on the cheek. * Rhys pours Vallel a mug of ginger beer. <Rhys> Zoya, Glossaria, good evening. Can I get you anything from the bar or kitchen? * Michelle enters dressed in a sage colored dress and matching cardigan sweater. Her moon earring shines brightly from her right ear. * Meghan smiles at Gloss <Meghan> Hey Gloss <Zoya> Cider, please, Rhys. ::she sits on a barstool:: * Meghan winks at Val and mouths "Maybe another time then" * Rhys pours Zoya a mug of hard cider. * Meghan sips her wine <Vallel> ::grins:: It's all right. I haven't been doing much today that would interest anyone... * Michelle takes the stool on Meghan's other side, "That looks good. I'll have a glass of wine as well Rhys." * Meghan nods to Val and then turns to Michelle * Rhys pours Michelle a glass of red wine that matches Meghan's. "Here you are." <Meghan> Evening Michelle <Michelle> Good evening Meghan. How have you been fairing? <Zoya> ::drains a good third of her cider:: Ah, that's good. <Meghan> Good thanks. How have you been? <Glossaria> ::smiling back at Meghan, and waving her fingers before pulling out her notebook:: It's been some time since I've worked on my list, Master Rhys. ::running her finger down the page:: Dra... Drambuie, please. <Michelle> Fair. Working out the details for Temire to study with Aldis for a half year. * Meghan nods <Vallel> Oh, she's actually going to do that? Last week she was about to run away... ::smiles:: <Meghan> It's nice to see you again. It seems like forever since I have seen you. * Rhys pulls a bottle of a golden liqueur out and pours Glossaria a small glass. "Here you are. It's slightly sweeter than Scotch, but not by much." <Glossaria> Scotch? ::furrows her brow in thought:: I don't believe I've had that yet. ::smiling a little:: That's fifteen letters away yet. * Vallel reaches into his belt pouch and pulls out his set of multiple pipes * Glossaria picks up her glass and sniffs experimentally, swirling it a little to note the color and viscosity. <Rhys> Scotch is a kind of whisky, which I imagine is even further down your list. * Michelle smiles at Meghan, "Oh, I've been around. I think you've just been too taken with Jaret to notice." * Vallel takes a few sips of his ginger beer, then softly begins playing his pipes * Meghan flushes slightly and nods <Meghan> My bad. I have been meaning to talk to you actually <Meghan> I will try not to be all consumed with him from now on. <Glossaria> ::flipping pages:: Actually... I *have* tried that. Out of order. Frankly, I'm glad it will be some time before I try it again. * Meghan grins * Michelle looks at Meghan puzzled, "Why? If you're enjoying yourself that much, by all means enjoy it. Life's too short not to." * Meghan nods <Meghan> I guess I just don't want to get my hopes up. * Glossaria smiles slightly, lifts her glass in a quick toast, and sips cautiously. * Vallel plays his pipes, tapping his foot absently against the bar stool as he does so. * Michelle sighs, "Probably a good idea. So what did you want to talk to me about?" * Meghan stands and takes her glass motioning to a table <Meghan> Do you mind if we go sit over there * Michelle quirks an eyebrow, then picks up her glass and follows Meghan to the table. * Meghan walks slightly away from the bar and sits at the table with Michelle <Glossaria> Mmm... not like whiskey at all! Sweet, actually. ::taking another sip:: I think I like this one. <Rhys> Very well then. Duly noted. * Meghan plays with her glass a bit before taking a deep breath and beginning * Vallel finishes playing one song and starts on another * Glossaria peruses her notes, and then looks at her glass with a frown. "Odd, though... it doesn't have a metallic flavor at all. Perhaps that's from the Scotch, then? <Meghan> So I have been wanting to talk to you about how I have been feeling since I got sick. And some of the things that have happened since then. * Michelle sips her wine and nods. * Zoya leans against the bar and sips her cider, thoughtfully staring into space. <Meghan> Well the first few days I felt really good. I thought maybe it was just cause I had been so sick that it just felt good to feel better. <Meghan> But it seems to have not gone away. I have been feeling ::pauses:: well alive. Much more than I ever felt before. <Glossaria> ::tapping her foot absently in time to Vallel's pipes:: Mistress? Are you alright? <Zoya> ::focuses on Glossaria:: I'm fine, Glossaria. I'm just working on packing plans. <Michelle> ::Over her glass:: Did you start feeling this way before or after you started falling for Jaret? <Meghan> Then a few weeks ago Jaret took me to Sissra's Well and when I threw the coin in she said hello to me. Jaret said that had never happened before. * Meghan smiles <Meghan> Before <Michelle> I'm not familiar with Sissra's Well. Tell me about it. <Glossaria> Packing? So soon? ::looking worriedly from Zoya to Vallel:: We're not leaving before the dance... are we? <Zoya> ::raises an eyebrow:: When is the dance? <Vallel> ::suddenly stops playing:: You're leaving? <Glossaria> ::putting a hand on Vallel:: Just a short trip. I'm coming back, really! <Meghan> Apparently she was an elven princess and when she died they put her on a boat an the River Starwater with magical gems and such and set it to fire and it sunk to the bottom of the river. Jaret says they built this well for her. <Vallel> ::coughs a few times:: The ball is on the thirtieth <Meghan> He said he has never heard it, the well, talk back to anyone and seemed surprised that it, she, did to me. <Zoya> The *thirtieth*? I can't possibly wait that long. ::looks agitated:: <Meghan> So then a few days later I was walking along the river and found this... <Glossaria> ::biting her lip:: Could we go, and get back in time? <Zoya> ::mutters some arcane calculations to herself:: Maybe if we left *tonight*... No, well, there's no way to know... ::sighs:: <Zoya> I don't know, Glossaria. * Meghan reaches into her dress pocket and pulls out a purple gemstone about the size of a golf ball. She holds it gently in her hands out to MIchelle * Michelle gently takes the stone and begins examining it. <Glossaria> ::makes a little whimpering noise:: But my dress is so *pretty*.... <Zoya> ::sighs:: You can stay behind, Glossaria. Let me think for a minute. ::frowns, pulls out her notepad, and begins scribbling hurriedly:: <Glossaria> ::bites her lip harder:: But... I may never get this chance again... I *want* to go... but I want to stay... oh! ::grabbing double handfuls of her hair and making a frustrated noise:: <Vallel> Where exactly are you going? <Zoya> ::fixes Gloss with a stern look:: Don't do that, Glossaria. You'll get your chance to go 'jamming sometime, even if you miss this trip. You can't possibly imagine I'd consider your training complete until I'd taught you how to pilot a ship. <Glossaria> ::looking chastened:: Yes, ma'am. <Zoya> ::goes back to her notes:: * Meghan watches Michelle with the gemstone with slight concern * Zoya eventually sits up and looks at Glossaria. Her gaze seems to almost be looking *into* her apprentice, and the look on her face is calculating. <Glossaria> ::Returns Zoya's look with an innocent, enquiring expression:: Mistress? <Zoya> How badly do you want this, Glossaria? <Glossaria> Which? The dance, or the trip? <Glossaria> Both mean very much to me...::glancing through her lashes at Vallel:: ...though for very different reasons, I think. <Zoya> The both of them. You're obviously tightly torn. I need to know how much. I *think* I can re-work Elissa's helm to be fast enough. But you'd be completely drained by the time we got back. * Vallel concentrates for a moment, closing his eyes and sticking his tongue out of the side of his mouth * Rhys looks at Vallel amusedly. <Vallel> ::opens his eyes:: Suggestion? <Zoya> ::glances at Vallel:: Go ahead. <Vallel> Mistress Tyl says if you could put a Locator on your ship, she can teleport in and pick up Glossaria and then bring her back <Zoya> ::raises an eyebrow:: She does realize we're going to be... ::sighs:: How much physical distance will the thing cover? <Vallel> I think that's what the locator is for * Glossaria looks hopeful, twining her fingers together. <Zoya> Everything has a limit. Ask her what the locator's limit is. * Vallel nods, closes his eyes and concentrates again <Vallel> She says "three crystal spheres, where are you going?" <Zoya> My home world. I don't know how many spheres away it is, but it's definitely more than three. But maybe the combination... ::scritches some more notes on her pad:: How soon can she get the locator to me, and does it require activation, or just being present? * Vallel closes his eyes for a moment, then opens his hand and hands Zoya a flat, brightly colored disk, about six inches across <Zoya> ::takes the disk:: <Vallel> Just place it on the deck somewhere with about six feet of headspace <Glossaria> ::smiles and gives Vallel a hug:: Don't I have the neatest boyfriend? <Zoya> I can do that. ::grins from her height:: Just about everyplace on my ship has six feet of headspace. <Vallel> It's *unusual* for two things to occupy the same place, but I don't think Mistress Tyl's interested in experimenting with it... ::grins:: <Zoya> ::to Gloss:: You owe Tyl'gainia a very big thank you. And probably an enormous favor. I'm going to stretch this to its limit. ::to Vallel:: Please tell your mistress that I will endeavor to have Glossaria within three spheres of here about six hours before the dance, and tell her I thank her profoundly. That gives me almost four extra days to work with. <Vallel> No problem. I think my mistress is just as happy to be able to use her psionics again. <Glossaria> ::brilliant smile:: I owe her for more than this. ::hugging Vallel again:: Perhaps she has a library that requires cataloging.... <Zoya> ::smiles:: I'm sure she is. Still, she's going to have to push to her limits to do this. <Vallel> ::looks thoughtfully at Zoya:: Actually, she owes all of you a great debt for saving her from her brother <Zoya> ::laughs:: Puppy. That doesn't count; he was almost as much of a menace to the rest of us as to her; he'd just have killed her *earlier*. THIS is an indulgence, really. Just pass on the message. Let Tyl and I argue over how necessary it is. <Vallel> ::pained face:: I'll tell her tomorrow. I'm all tapped out. <Zoya> ::smiles:: That's fine. Don't strain yourself. * Michelle returns the stone to Meghan and smiles, "It's a lovely stone. Did you know that amethyst used to be reserved for royalty?" <Glossaria> Right. That's *my* job, love. ::smiling and kissing Vallel on the cheek:: Thank you. * Meghan takes the stone back shaking her head gently <Meghan> I didn't <Vallel> Well, I didn't want you to miss out on anything... tearing your hair out was likely to make you look a little strange. ::grins:: <Zoya> ::to Gloss:: Now, you: We're leaving at midnight. I want you first to go back to the Tower and pack. You get three bags. You'll want at least three changes of clothes, but don't stress over the climate. Don't forget notebooks. This isn't a holiday for either of us. And then you're going to find Lisl and tell her the plans have changed. <Michelle> Keep it with you. It'll bring you good luck. As for that feeling alive feeling you've been having...Think about the world you came from and the life you lived. Sure, it may have been more comfortable and convenient than things are here, but it was also tediously boring. Get up, go to work, go home, go to sleep, over and over and over again. <Glossaria> ::nodding eagerly:: I'll bring the silks. They pack small, and they're good for almost any climate. <Michelle> You feel more alive than you ever have before because you ARE more alive than you have been since you stopped looking at the world with a child's sense of wonder. * Meghan nods looking back up to Michelle <Meghan> So it is simply that I have matured <Glossaria> ::wrinkling her nose at Vallel:: It's not as though I would *really* tear out my hair. ::looking at Zoya:: Three bags, three changes of clothes, notebooks. Ink, quills...::runs off into mutters, ticking off things on her fingers, and looking up at Vallel again:: I'll be back soon, love. <Zoya> ::nods:: That will be fine. We can acquire other things, if necessary, once we get there. But don't forget that we're going to be spending almost a week onboard ship. <Michelle> No, it's that you've regained the sense of wonder you had when you were a child. It's hard not to have a sense of wonder when you live in a world where wondrous things happen on a daily basis. The worlds we come almost never have wondrous things happen, and when they do happen they'd mostly ignored. <Glossaria> Soap. Right. ::nods:: I'll be back soon. <Vallel> ::smiles:: Not a problem. I have exams coming up soon, anyway. It'll probably be for the best if I wasn't distracted * Meghan nods again * Glossaria dashes out the door in a flurry of skirts. <Zoya> ::Watches Gloss go, then shakes her head and consults her notes again:: Now, where am I going to get the... Hmm. Well, I'd better be getting on with those adjustments. <Zoya> ::tosses back the rest of her cider:: I'll see the rest of you in an few weeks! <Meghan> I can't imagine ever getting to a point that I would not notice the things that happen here. ::smiles:: I don't think I would want to lose that wonder <Michelle> Have a safe trip Zoya. <Rhys> Good evening, Zoya. <Zoya> Thank you. Good night! <Meghan> Bye Zoya <Michelle> Having grown up where you did, I don't think you ever will. But I have seen it happen. It's not pretty. * Meghan slips the stone back into her pocket <Vallel> ::sighs:: Well, gee... I wasn't expecting a speech or anything, but you'd think she'd have said goodbye... <Meghan> So is there anything else you can tell me about the stone other than the royalty thing? * Michelle giggles, "You're going to have to get used to her quirks if you're actually going to marry her. Just like she's going to have to get used to your talking to other women telepathically were she can't eavesdrop." * Meghan laughs softly <Vallel> I don't... ::realizes he's being teased and shakes his head:: <Michelle> Not really. But like I said, keep it with you. It'll bring you good luck. You might want to get Jaret to take you to a jeweler and have some kind of necklace made out of it. Absolutely do NOT let them cut it though. No matter HOW nice they say it will look. * Glossaria runs back in, pausing at the door to lean on her knees and catch her breath. "Forgot... something..." * Meghan nods <Vallel> ::smiles broadly:: Well now... <Meghan> I'll do that <Meghan> Thanks Michelle. I'm glad I got the chance to talk to you about it. <Glossaria> ::stumbles over to Meghan and Michelle's table, dropping a slim green-bound volume in front of Meghan:: Lapidary. Take care of it. I'll get it from you at the dance, 'k? * Meghan glances from the book to Gloss <Michelle> You're welcome. Look me up if you ever want to talk about anything else. With Temire gone for a half year I'm probably going to be fretting about my empty nest and will appreciate the distraction. <Meghan> Ok ::grins:: <Vallel> ::clears his throat:: I think you forgot something else, dear... * Michelle quirks an eyebrow at Meghan, "Lapidary?" * Meghan shakes her head <Meghan> I have no idea <Glossaria> Mmm? Oh, you're right! ::walks to the bar a little more normally now, picks up her glass of Drambuie, and finishes it in two swallows:: oooh... that was a bit fast.... <Vallel> ::laughs:: Well, that's not really what I meant... <Glossaria> Lapidary. Book of stones. For you to look up your amethyst. <Meghan> If you'd like the company I could come back to the house and stay with you. I'm sure Val wouldn't mind ::winks at him:: * Glossaria grabs Vallel, dips him, and kisses him soundly on the mouth. <Meghan> Oh. Thanks Gloss. I'll be sure to read it. <Michelle> I'd love the company, but I'm afraid I don't have any empty rooms at the moment. <Vallel> ::comes up for air:: Thank you. That's much better... ::grins:: <Glossaria> ::smiling:: You didn't think I'd forget to say goodbye properly, did you? <Vallel> I admit, the thought had crossed my mind... <Rhys> Last call, gentles. <Glossaria> ::pouts, and kisses him lightly again:: Never. <Vallel> I'll walk back to the Tower with you, if you want... <Vallel> ::offers her his arm:: * Meghan stands and moves to put her glass on the bar <Glossaria> But, I *really* must go. I *do* hope Mistress Lisl isn't out hunting.... ::frowning with worry:: No, that's alright.... if I go back with you, I'll *never* get packed in time. ::smiling fondly:: * Michelle drains her glass and sets it on the floor so it can run along to the kitchen. <Vallel> Ah well... Have a good trip... <Meghan> Ok. Well anytime you want the company feel free to stop by the cottage then. I'm usually there <Glossaria> I shall! ::bouncing happily as she waves again to the room and sprints out the door again:: <Vallel> Bleh... ::finished off his ginger beer:: Oh well, now I don't have any excuses not to study... * Michelle shakes her head, "Was I ever that enthusiastic about anything?" <Vallel> ::drops a few copper coins on the bartop:: Good night Rhys... ladies... <Michelle> Night Vallel. * Rhys scoops the coppers into the lockbox. <Rhys> Good night, Vallel. Good luck with your studies. <Vallel> Meg? ::offers her his arm:: * Meghan smiles to Val and slips her arm around his <Meghan> I was wondering if you remembered I was here <Vallel> Of course... I could tell you all about molecular manipulation of dagger blades, if you want... * Meghan grins <Meghan> If you'd like * Vallel opens the door and leads Meghan out into the night * Michelle rises and heads for the door, "Good night Rhys." <Rhys> Good night, Michelle. * Rhys follows Michelle to the door, and closes it and locks it shut behind her. "So.... Sissra's back. Interesting..." |
|
|