The Great Hall
Elaborate paintings and elegant tapestries hang on the walls of the vaulted  hall, scenes of Weyr life both old and new depicted on them. Sturdy chairs,  benches and well built tables are set all over the huge room, for the comfort  and enjoyment of the spectacular view.  Large window with ornately carved  lintels are carved into the walls, protective shutters flanking each one,  able to be close to protect from the chill of the night or the blustering of  storms.  When open, they allow any breeze, however slight, to blow into the  Hall, cooling it off during the heat of the mid day.
Centered along each wall, sets of double doors are inset into the walls, each  ornately carved and polished to a deep shine, usually propped open to allow  for better air circulation. The hall is always busy, no matter the time or  heat of day, as weyrfolk and riders alike come and go to partake of  refreshments and meals or simply to gather and talk on any number of topics.
 
 

Eldana walks with a light step in from the entry hall.
Kym traipses from the central hall.

Celeviel perches up on some table, though it's not exactly a perch.  More like a hunker, really, while he fixes a tie on his sandals. Is he oblivious to the entry of the two women? Likely.

Kym saunters in, thumbs hooked at the waist of her trous.  "Eldana!" she greets, cheery - the other is simply not noticed.  One hand is freed, and she tosses off a casual wave.  "Hey."

T'gger sneaks into the Great Hall quietly, seeking some klah before a good nap. He hopes?

Eldana meanders in with no goal or direction in mind, other than possibly that of obtaining a mug of hot cider. Her aim is shunted aside though as her name is called. Verdant eyes swing towards the source of the voice and her cheeks round in their typical fashion as she smiles widely, "Kym! How be ye?" Her direction is changed to an intercept course.

Voices! Celeviel glances up from his studious re-lacing, then sits as if in a mild form of shock - atop the table, eyes wide, starting towards his usual nervous shyness.  At least they aren't talking to /him/.  His hands drop down and he pretends to be busy.  There's something wrong with his sandals.  Right?  If there isn't, he'll find something.

"Oh. I'm just fine.  You?"  Kym spies T'gger, too, and calls out an amiable sort of greeting.  Then, eyes narrow as gaze slides on to Celeviel, perched upon a table.  Her table.  "Hey. You."  She strides over, hands perched upon hips.  "What do you think you're doing?"

T'gger pauses in his walk as he hears Eldana's distinct voice and then Kym's sweet return as well. He's very tired, but amiable enough to join in. A wink is given to Eldana as he grins at Kym as well. "How're you feeling?" he asks the greenrider, noting the newcomer with a slight nod of his head.

Celeviel blinks, nearly unsettling himself in his haste to straighten.  "I-I-.. oh."  An immediate red creeps across flushed cheeks, apparent even through the faded tan.  "Um.  I'm sitting, ma'am?"  'Brows rise hopefully - Is the answer good enough?

Eldana's smile grows wider as she approaches Kym. A small lift and fall of her shoulders and a spreading of her open hands gives evidence of her indifference towards her well-being or lack thereof, "Ach, I be the same as always." Her smile fades a little as her gaze tracks after Kym's and her footsteps carry her in the same direction, a pace or two behind the green rider. The change in direction allows her to take in T'gger and catch that wink. Her smile grows again a bit and she returns the wink and then gives a coquettish toss of her head to set mahogany locks to swinging. And thus, finally Celeviel is noticed. At his somewhat obvious reply she finds she must press her lips together firmly to hold in the giggle that threatens. A small cough and then, "Well, he ha'e ye there, Kym."

Kym glowers a bit, carefully pronouncing, "So I see."  Grrr, grrr.  She's on the prowl.  She stalks a bit closer, looming in what -- she hopes -- is a menacing way.  "You're sitting.  On /my/ table."  She claims the four-legged structure as hers, lips drawn into a irritable frown.

Celeviel turns a bit more pale, which only makes the red in his cheeks look that much more ridiculous. "I.. am?" Oops. The young man fidgets for a moment with his tunic hem, then hops off the edge of the table.  And very nearly onto Kym herself. "Er, I am! I suppose. Sorry.. Sorry. By all means ma'am, you can have your table back?" He glances behind her at Eldana, the look on his face a bit plain - Save Me!

T'gger coughs lightly into his hand, wishing he'd gotten that klah, and sidles up behind Kym, giving her hair a light tousel from behind. "Hey.... he can move, Kym dear. No need to bite his head off. In fact....." he continues with a rathger wicked glint in his eye as he peers over at the lovely Eldana again, "I'm sure that 'Dana'd be able to calm his nerves and get him to move quickly with her..... formidable charms." A slight bow is then given to the bluerider, an impish smile on his face.

Eldana comes to a halt, balancing on her toes. Slowly she settles back onto her heels as her smile fades bit by bit until she's nibbling her bottom lip. Uh oh. Kym's laying claim to furniture. This can't be good. Unsure what to do with her hands, she grasps the bottom of her vest and hangs onto it. Leaf-hued eyes are cast T'gger-wards, dark brows raised in question. Are you thinking what /I'm/ thinking? Seems to be the silent question. Non-verbal question asked of brown rider, she turns back to see a somewhat stricken Celeviel gazing at her with an obvious plea. Her eyes open wide and shoulders come up in a shrug of 'what can I do?' expression. T'gger on the other hand gets an entirely different look after that initial question. At first it appears shocked and her mouth opens with what might well be a sharp retort, and then just as quickly, she smirks, "Aye? Ye think so? Why thank ye, T'gger." A single raised brow, half-lidded eyes and... a blown kiss of all things.. is sent towards him.

Kym demands of him, "What's your name, and what are you doing, sitting on my table?"  Greenrider glares, expression only softening -- and only a bit -- when she twists around partially to regard T'gger.  "But it's /my/ table," she notes, almost plaintively, "and I'm going to sit there."  Really.  What's Pern come to, when a person can't even have their designated seat?

Celeviel gapes in the other direction now, at T'gger.  Save him?  These people are trying to .. to.. Embarrass him! He backs a step away from the first greenrider, the one demanding his name, and stutters out, "Ce-.. Celeviel, ma'am.  And.. I was just sitting there?  I mean, it was close to the door and all, and my sandal came loose.." He trails off, hands upheld in innocence.

Eldana ponders the wisdom of pointing out that the table is more than ample in size enough to allow more than one person to sit on it and decides such an action would be most /un/wise. Instead she leans forward a little and murmurs, "He be off'n it now, Kym." Discretely she waves Celeviel to continue backing away. If she could, she'd probably advise not making direct eye contact as well.

T'gger is an innocent brown rider. Really he is. He slides arms up and down Kym's in the hope of calming the poor greenrider. "I know, dear, and it would appear that he doesn't realize it, because he's as frightened as a hatchling." A wink is tossed at the young man to indicate his teasing. He turns slightly and that's when he glances over at Eldana. The 'look' is caught and T'gger frowns a bit at the implications. Possibly? But then his fingers reach out to 'snatch' the previous kiss midair and it's 'pocketed' in his shorts' pocket. "Now then... perhaps something to cool you down, Kym?"

Kym stubbornly pulls away, hauling herself to the tabletop.  She sits, cross-legged, and haughtily queries, "Well, what were you doing in Xanadu, then?  I haven't seen you around."  She peeks over towards T'gger, momentarily, and contemplicates.  "I'd like some wine, please," she requests, sweet as can be.  It's all that she needs now -- wine.  That, and T'on's sword.  She's got half a mind to reprimand Celeviel in a way he definately won't forget.  He really doesn't need two arms, does he?

Celeviel is absolutely fine with backing away another two-three steps, back to near Eldana even - At least she seems to be trying to help him.  Somewhat.  His blush deepens at T'gger's mention of his fright, and there's a question .. Is he ever /not/ red?  Celev regards the greenrider - the evil one - warily, hoping she's decided to not have him for dinner.  Tough luck, because it seems she's not done with him yet.  "I'm.. I'm here, right, for the Weaverhall.  It was either this one or Boll, but I'd have to wait another turn to join the apprentices /there/, and.. Well, I figure this is far enough from home anyway."  Yes! Celeviel needs both his arms in good working order.  You've never seen a one-armed Weaver, have you?

Eldana eyes Kym as she clambers atop the table and takes up position -- a rather /familiar/ position. And wine? That clinches it, at least in 'Dana's mind. Single raised eyebrow is directed towards T'gger again. 'See, I /told/ you so.' More silent conversation, as she aims a pointed look at him. Celeviel on the other hand is gestured behind her. She'll protect him. He can talk over her shoulder to Kym if he must. Casual stance is taken up as she speaks to Kym, left leg placed out from her body, weight resting entirely on her right and arms folded loosely over her chest, "Red or white, Kym?" It's all she can think to ask.

T'gger stiffles the groan in his chest as he agrees with Eldana, wondering now who's gonna be the one and when it's gonna happen. He sincerely hopes it doesn't end in another quarrel, but as he's the one that normally starts it, he's pretty much assured that it should be fine. Eyes flicker Kym-wards, as if against his will and he winces at that 'familiar pose' too. He turns, instead, to Celeviel, hoping instead to distract. "So tell us, would-be weaver apprentice. What is your name and how'd you come to the weyr? I'm T'gger, rider of Pounceth," he greets the youth.

"What makes you want to be a Weaver?" Kym wants to know.  "Why don't you just wait another year?  Where are you from, anyway?"  The interrogation continues; Kym takes a breather to reply to Eldana.  "Um.  White -- that sharp Tillek-stuff."  Sharpness?  Kym /hates/ Tillek wines -- her recent change of palate can only mean one thing.  "What's wrong with Boll?"  She doesn't bother to add her name. He'll find out soon enough.

'Would be' is exactly right - Celeviel still hasn't worked up the courage to speak with the Weavers' Apprentice Master.  "I'm Celeviel, I thought I said.. Well really, I did, but to her."  He gestures, to the 'positioned' greenrider, and then shrinks back behind Eldana at the barrage of new questions.  "I-I.." He makes a noise one might classify as a groan of despair, and starts answering, the stutter lightening as he talks.  "I just.. Do.  And if I waited, I'd be that much more older than all of them who started a turn back, and that's just.." Well, we've already seen how embarrassed he can get.  "I'm Bitran besides, and nothing's wrong with Boll.. Is there?"  He hasn't had an opportunity to ponder her name, so that little detail goes by.

[Guest enters.]

Eldana does her own bit of distraction, focusing on the wine issue, "Oh aye? Tillek white? I nay be fond o' tha' meself. Mayhap though, T'gger could get some o' that cherry brandy while he be gettin' yer wine?" And if Eldana's going to drink, it's a sure bet she knows what's going on with Kym. Poor Celeviel is somewhat ignored, since he's standing behind her. And so too, unfortunately, is the Guest who has newly come -- Kym requiring most of her attention at the moment. Green eyes remain focused, seemingly mildly, on Kym where she sits atop the table.

T'gger gulps. Tillek. Ick. He's not too fond of that sharp stuff himself, but Eldana hits the mark with her suggestion, for which he's grateful. "Cherry brandy sounds very good right about now," he grins. Thank goodness that other brown rider Tam makes sure it's stocked at Xanadu. He goes over to the bar after tweaking one of Kym's curls, and gestures for Bob to come over with a few glasses. He then shakes his head, "Make it a skin," he requests, another glance Kym-wards and her apparently deteriorating sanity. ;-)

As if she had any in the first place?

Kym perks.  "Bitran, are you?"  It's a small world, after all.  "So'm I.  Whereabouts are you from, up there?  Who's your parents?"  She slants a glance towards Eldana, then, noting simply, "I don't like that brandy."  The guest is spotted, as well, and greenrider gives a slight nod of greeting before peering towards T'gger, and rearranging her sun-bleached, chin-length locks.  Sanity?  Guess again.

HighReaches_Guest, attired in the neat, if plain, dress of a lower caverns worker, with the knot to boot, settles into a far corner of one bench, away from the main knot of people.  The smears of dirt not quite washed away from her hands would seem to suggest she's just gotten off of duty and is glad for it.  Nearly without expression, she observes the goings on in the cavern, taking dark-haired lad and his 'rider companions -- at the slight nod, she returns the favor.

Celeviel passes over the talk of wine and brandy.  The situation seems to be lessening, mostly thanks to the other two riders.  He leans forward, peeking around Eldana to eye the certifiably insane (And now they want to give her alcohol?!) rider, before speaking again. "Um.  I'm not sure, actually.  First thing I rem'ber is the Hold.  My mum's name is Evieleen - Do you know her?" He gives an eager glance, though who knows why he'd want to be in any way connected to this insane greenrider from Bitra.  The guest, though noticed by the others, remains on the fringe of his thoughts.

"Then ye dinna ha'e to drink it." 'Dana replies with a cheerful grin to Kym's remark of not liking the brandy. Whatever Kymmie wants, Kymmie gets right now, it would seem. Movement catches her eye and she darts her eyes towards the worker, one she obviously doesn't know, and she offers a quick nod as well. Soft words are sent towards T'gger, "Ach, ye know us well, T'gger. Aye, we may need a whole skin."

Ah well.... looks like Eldana and Tigs will have to share that skin, since Kym is determined to sour her tastebuds on that Tillek stuff. But it's okay. More for the 'chasers' eh? He gestures to Bob once more, who is already a step ahead of the brown rider and produces the Tillek in a tall, wide mug. Seems Bob knows about Kym as well. He turns and nearly bumps into the guest, a polite, if embarassed apology given. "Pardon me please. Er.... would you be wanting something to drink as well?" Tigs can play host. Yep.

It's how they appease Kym.  Just give her wine - or bribe Bob into supplying it - , and she'll be nice.  That's what they hope, anyway.  She blinks, recognition flickering in hazelled orbs -- "What did you say her name was?" Kym demands, suspicious.  Greenrider leans forward, eyeing the Weaver-to-be dubiously.  "You don't look anything like the Evieleen /I/ know."  Of course, the Evieleen she remembers was from childhood.

"Evieleen?" Celeviel tries again.  "That's what my father said, actually.  That I didn't look anything like her."  He picks at a 'spot' on his pants, one eyebrow quirked questioningly towards Greenrider-Woman over from him.  "What did you say /your/ name was?" Ooh, is he actually asking a question?

HighReaches_Guest's expression reflects momentary surprise followed quickly enough by a grateful smile to make one wonder if there had ever been anything different upon those features.  "Certainly would appreciate it," she admits.  "Sanding's thirsty work.  Only," she amends, "if it's no bother to you."  Not one to make more work for her fellows.

Beginning to wish she'd actually got more of Kym's history, Eldana curbs her curiousity, thus preventing herself from turning round to eye Celeviel. Briefly her eyes close as she makes a silent wish that Kym doesn't leap from the table to murder the newcomer for his impertinence at asking a question. "Who be Evieleen t'ye, Kym?" Left toe taps a little as she awaits T'gger placing the wine in Kym's hands -- not that she wishes for him to be impolite, just... well... ahem, proddy /rider/, remember. Tap, tap, tap goes her foot.

T'gger looks back at Bob who is already procuring a tall glass of something cool for the stranger. Resident barkeep offers a friendly grin to the woman and notes aloud, "This ought to wet your whistle?" T'gger grins at Bob and then nods his head to the woman as well. "Yep.... Bob knows what's best." Almost sounds like a title, doesn't it? With a wink, T'gger is already walking back to Kym, mug in hand, passing Eldana on the way and handing off the skin before approaching Kym. It would not do to drop the cherry brandy. Tam might hurt him if she found out, see.

"Kym," Greenrider supplies after a moment's hesitation.  "Kym."  Simple as that.  She sips at her wine after snagging the mug from T’gger nose wrinkling at the acid-y taste before she sips again.  "But I shortened it.  Gwyneth likes Kym better than Kymra."  She shifts, staring hard at the younger Bitran.  "Who was your father?" she questions sharply - just like the wine she drinks.  Sharp, acid-like, and relentless - doesn't leave a good taste in your mouth, either.

Celeviel looks surprised at first, that no sharp answer came to his question.  But he takes advantage of 'Kym' - That's her name, she told him - and her apparent change of disposition, to reply.  "Celezan." Curiously, he peeks at her again, then Eldana and T'gger.  Is there something he doesn't know? Probably.

HighReaches_Guest sets to sampling what's been set before her, careful not to glance too often toward the... irritable rider.  Nothing quite like an outburst to spoil one's free hour.  At first taste she cocks a grin toward the barkeep and offers her own version of praise.  "Might have to allow myself to be recruited here more often, if'n this is the sort that's served to guests."

Eldana cradles the skin in her arms, holding it against her chest. And now all
  she can do is listen and watch. Well, Kym at least, since Celeviel is still somewhat out of her line of vision. Not a mother see, she doesn't have eyes  in the back of her head. She relaxes slightly as it appears the only thing Kym is set on firing at the would-be Weaver are questions. Rapid-fire ones,  but at least they aren't actual missiles. Or swords for that matter. Or chairs. But that was Fort.

Actually, there's quite a bit the lad doesn't apparently know about weyr life.  For starters, that the lovely Kym aka Kymra is about to possibly go proddy.  Whether that will end in a flight this night or another night soon is  debatable, however. Tigs grimaces and tries to soothe, "Uh...Kym? You  shouldn't agitate yourself so." A quick mental question is asked of his  brown, but Pounceth is sleeping peacefully. Great.

Bob inclines his head with a wry sort of grin to the woman and continues  polishing his glasses as he is wont to do. "I try to please all of my  customers, regardless of rank. Makes it more pleasant that way."

Kym pales.  Just like that.  "You're lying," she pronounces flatly.  "They  didn't have kids."  They didn't, at least, when Kym was six and cooing over  the prospect of Evieleen's handfasting.  "I don't believe you."  She sips --  /gulps/ -- at her wine before fastening T'gger with A Look.  "I'm not  agigated.  Shards - stop acting like my mother."

-- The rest of the log was lost, unfortunately. :/  Celeviel turned out to be Kym’s nephew - his mother, Evieleen, was her sister.  In the end, Kym dragged Celeviel off to her weyr for a nice ‘chat.’