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Marryn ~~~
Lord-Elect of Southern Boll Hold
'Dragonriders of Pern' characters from
Dragonsfire MOO
LATE NIGHT SNACK
Dining Hall
The flower beds continue around into this room, with a small outcropping of shoulder-high plants to divide it slightly from the Garden Hall. Sunlight filters in through the glass panel in the ceiling, crafted in the shape of a dragon with outstretched wings.
Sturdy wicker tables are scattered around the room, far enough apart to allow for private conversations, but close enough to be easily drawn together. The chairs are also wicker, large and comfortable, with Boll red cushions that invite one to sit and relax. The floor in here is also flagstone covered, but with handwoven rugs under each of the tables to absorb some of the sound and keep the atmosphere cozy.
Marryn sprawls over a large wicker chair, half a wedge of cheese and a basket of bread sitting on the table at his side. The hide across his lap is being ignored at the moment as his head rests back against the chair casting his gaze upward toward the beautifully designed glass in the ceiling. The room is otherwise empty at this late hour.
R'ish has been coming by boll likely at least once a seven since the librarian returned from Fort.. or. where ever it was that she said she was. Sometimes a bit more often. Sometimes she's absconded with the librarian.. other times she's left without said librarian. But.. considering that R'ish has returned at this hour to boll.. odds are she's probably just dropped the Librarian back off at home, and wandered into the dining hall to see if there was something she could snack on before heading back to the weyr. USed to the living caverns... she glances around oddly to see no one here. Her head tilts a bit as she makes her way further in and.. /then/ notices Marryn. Blinking, her head jerks a bit in surprise. "Lord Marryn. Hi.. I.. I didn't see you there. I'm sorry."
Mocha-brown eyes drop to regard R'ish with a sleepy-sort of cast, thick brows rising as the rider is recognized. He doesn't say as much, but the set of his expression is less than pleased. Nevertheless, manners are spotless as he draws up a light smile and quirks one hand in the woman's direction. "Good'eve, R'ish. No worries. I sneak up on folks like that sometimes. Come looking for a snack?"
R'ish chuckles softly as she offers the man a bow in greeting. The hint of.. less than pleased is noted but R'ish just doesn't mention it, instead smiling softly as she rises out of her bow. "Aye.. Just stopping in on the hopes that there might be something." And she glances around.. looking for said snack. "Same with you? Late night snack?" She asks as she wanders closer to the man.
One brow perks a mite higher than the other at her wording. 'Just stopping in', eh? is thought but not echoed. "We don't keep as varied hours here as at the weyr, thank Faranth," he explains as her glance falls on nothing but neatly straightened but empty tables. "But there's usually something to be scrounged in the kitchen if you know where to look." One hand rolls toward his own gleanings of bread and cheese. "You're welcome to join me if you're not in a hurry."
R'ish simply smiles at that arch of the eyebrow. Yes.. Stopping in after bringing your librarian back to you. Though she simply clears her throat and smiles. She does nod a bit. "Aye.. I see. I'm sure your kitchen staff is glad for that." She comments softly arching an eyebrow of her own. "Not in any real hurry, no.. I'd be honored to join you, if you're sure you don't mind." And with that she'll take a seat at his table.
Marryn adjusts his seating, long form straightening somewhat so that he has to reach an arm behind to fluff and turn the cushion at his back. Not all the chairs have cushions but decorative plush seem to be set at random about the hall, bright colors a pleasant contrast to the neutral wicker chairs. The lighting is low with only one glowbasket open to keep the walkway apparent, but Marryn has opened another nearby to lessen the shadows somewhat. Leaning forward he gives the bread basket and plate of cheese a push in R'ish's direction. When the hide is moved across his lap a skin is revealed tucked at his side. Picking it up he tips it as well, saying with a smirkish-tilt to his smile, "I've wine to go with it but didn't expect company so don't have a glass to offer. You're welcome to have some as well if you don't mind drinking after me." A small shake of his head sets obsidian locks swaying, long-ish bangs slipping over one eye. "No, no, don't mind. Just got hungry while finishing up some rather dull reading. Join me and I can set it aside."
R'ish smiles. "trust me.. I know the need to be distracted sometimes from dull hide work. I get quite a bit of it myself." That happens when one is a weyrsecond. "I'll be glad to be your excuse to get away from the hide for a while." She says as she takes up a roll and a bit of cheese. "Thank you." As for the wine she grins again. "Of course I don't mind." It'd be rude after all to refuse the offer of the Bollian Lord Elect woudn't it? And.. She doesn't actually mind. "Thank you again." She says and then falls silent for a moment. "It's nice here at night. Quiet." Weyr's are usually noisy.. most of the time.
Marryn nods, knowing her rank would qualify her comment even without her clarifying. The hide is loosely rolled and sat to the side on the table as he hands the skin over. "It's a red of our own making so I hope you like sweet. Our vintages tend to have fruity flavors." Once relieved of the skin he glances about, letting the silence sink in a moment. "Yes it is. Helps to clear the mind after a long day. I don't know quite how you weyrfolk sleep sometimes."
R'ish smiles. "I don't mind sweet at all, actually." It's not a quality she prefers in her wine.. but she doesn't mind it every so often. She takes the skin and nods, taking a sip of it, and holding it in her mouth for a moment as she sucks in a small bit of air. Tasting the wine before she finally swallows and hands it back. "Very nice." Of course she'd say that out of respect even if it wasn't. But in this case it does have a nice taste to it. A bite of her roll and cheese before she grins. "It's something you get used to after a while, actually. And the noises aren't quite so bad up in the private weyrs, especially the higher ones, as it is in the common areas and the lower weyrs." She explains.
Marryn snags a bit of cheese himself, popping the chunk into his mouth and quirking a tight-lipped smile for her appraisal of the wine. He knows Boll's tastes are unique. Mangos permeate the very air around the hold, along with the tang of salty sea. "Hm," is duly noted in acknowledgment of her explantion. Makes sense. Mention of private weyrs skates close to the topic of which he disapproves, showing as only a flicker of jaw within his expression. A quiet moment passes as a tangent is sought, the final result being an obvious one of inquiry on the health of both family and friends at the weyr. Snack is shared and the glows dim, until the call of sleep pulls them in seperate directions again.
END OF LOG.