The rough-hewn majesty of this cavern far outpaces any delight in the multitudes of curves that form its enclosure. The glabrous grey granite is shot through with translucent obsidian, lending subtly-veined sparkle to the walls and the foot-trodden smoothness of the floor that shows centuries-old placements of the scarred trestle tables; carven hollows give homes for the glow baskets and the coat-pegs that line the walls. No mosaics, no painting, no tiles: just a few well-done tapestries mark the pathway that lead to the kitchen to the north and the inner caverns to the west, and frame the nighthearth's stew and snacks, while a heavier strip of oiled canvas shields the unwary from the wind in the bowl.
Scattered about in various perches and niches are fifty-two firelizards.
You see OOC NOTICE (look sign), Look at Me Postcard to Tatia, White Clay Egg Pot, Jaeshri, Large Picnic Rug, Kageri, Chalea, Question Deck, Streak, the Candidate's Rumor Weed, 'What's in the box?!' crate, and Gossip Drudge Maira here.
Myrna is here.
Golden tanned skin and leaf green eyes are set off rather exoticly by waist length hair that has long ago been bleached white by the Istan sun. Myrna's hair seems to have a life of it's own, weaving into little curls that resemble the waves of her beloved sea or an angry storm cloud. She seems at first to be insubstantial, a creature of air and mist but one look in her eyes reveals a soul more akin to fire. Although she is slender, there is no mistaking that she possesses the gracefull curves of a woman, yet seems blissfully unaware of them. She meets your gaze with surprising intensity, as though she is looking into you not meerly at you.
Soft, sophisticated white caresses Myrna's body like smooth cream, her gentle curves enhanced by her jacket's flowing lines. Folding over her chest, it cinches at the waist with a narrow belt and flaires elegantly at her hips. The embroidered crest of a small blue harp rests over her heart; tendrils of shimmering jade wind gracefully around hemline and cuffs, to echo the hue of an airy scarf that flutters from her neck. Palest ivory defines slim legs and stretches, unbroken, to a polished pair of short, glossy boots. Stapped around Myrna's waist is a belt with an attached knife and pouch. Possessively wrapped around Myrna's neck is Tipper. Perched on Myrna's shoulder is Cajun . Streak has taken up residence in Myrna's hair.
The blue and black of High Reaches Weyr hangs proudly down beside the blue and white of a harper hall journeyman. A third cord woven of sea blue , orange, black, green and white hangs with the other two.
She is awake and looks alert.
Myrna is 37 Turns, 10 months, and 7 days old.
Myrna gives Reiko a smile from where she reclines sipping her klah.
Konolan arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Myrna nods to Konolan in greeting as well.
Reiko makes her way to the hearth a good bit more slowly and stiffly than usual, but no less obliviously. The caverns might as well be empty, for all she's paying attention. With a long sniffle, she grabs the nearest klah pitcher and fills a mug, then drops into the nearest chair with a barely audible groan.
Myrna glances at the candidate and can't help feeling a bit of pitty. "You know you don't have to kill yourself to prove you're worthy to stand." she says with a bit of a chuckle.
Konolan saunters into the Caverns all awake-like. Obviously, the boy's been up for a bit. He immediately grabs up a handful of cookies, foregoing his habitual klah, showing his priorities at this time of day and confirming that he has indeed been up a bit. A smile and nod are sent Rider-ward, along with a finger-wiggle at Reiko. "'Evening, ladies.." he murmurs, hesitant to disrupt the quiet of the near-empty caverns. An inquiring look is shot at Reiko. "May I join you?"
Myrna returns the the nod with a brief salute as if in reminder that he might as well get used to making that a habit.
Reiko blinks at the unfamiliar voice, lifting her eyes from her mug long enough to give Myrna a careful once-over. "Thanks," she mutters dryly, slouching back in her chair. Konolan is greeted with a vague wave, a kind of combination 'hello' and 'sure, sit wherever you want'.
Myrna sighs, feeling a bit old of a sudden looking at the next wave of riders.
Konolan slides into the seat opposite Reiko, setting down his pile of cookies carefully on the tabletop. "Cookie?" he inquires of his tablemate, while gesturing over a drudge. "Ah yes..I'd like a glass of wine please." The young man nods once and slouches out to retreive the requested item. At this point, Konnie turns to the unknown one. "Hi. I'm Konolan." See? He's friendly.
Myrna slips her gitar from it's case and begins tuning it quietly.
Myrna hums a bit of a tune then pauses to adjust the pegs again.
Myrna glances up after giving the strings a full strum and smiles. "Better." Her eyes rest on Konolan for a moment and she tilts her head to one side as if trying to place him. "Evening to you."
Reiko is not particularly friendly, even on her best day. Which this decidedly is /not/. She eyes Konolan, and then the cookies, for a long moment before reaching to take one. "Thanks," she says again, dunking it into her klah rather absently. Absently because her ears have perked up at the mention of wine. But before she can remark, the sound of a gitar reaches her ears and her head whips about to find the source. A mixture of relief and disappointment flashes across her face before disappearing behind the usual sullen mask. Only the rider. Emerald gaze slides appraisingly over Myrna and her instrument. "Konolan," she says. Even Reiko was paying /that/ much attention. "He's Konolan. I'm Reiko. Who are you?"
Myrna blinks, she too has apparently been a bit preoccupied, "Oh sorry." she says pausing in the picking out of a rather somber tune, "I'm Myrna. Rider of Green Jezanth newly returned to Reaches from Tillek." She glances at the gitar and winks, "I used to be a harper so they let me keep at it a bit as long as I don't drive everyone from the cavern."
Konolan smiles at Reiko. "You're welcome...and yes, what she said." This last bit is to Myrna. "Pleasure to meetcha and welcome back Myrna. My duty to Jezanth.." His eyes widen as he listens to the lovely music. "I doubt you could scare anyone away..you play well." In his estimation. The drudge slouches back in and deposits a glass of Red wine in front of Konnie, who flips a mark in his direction. The money deftly caught, the drudge wanders off to his usual duties after sending a gap-toothed grin towards Nolan.
Myrna briefly bows head to Knolan, "You are too kind." she murmers but the modesty implied is purely false. Myrna was a journeyman and she enjoys her skills still. "Don't suppose I could interest either of you in a song?" she offers.
Reiko snorts lightly. "If Niall can't scare people off, I doubt you will." Of course, it's less the playing, and more the smirking. Whatever. Emerald gaze narrows as she scans the shadowed corners of the caverns, in case he might be lurking there. Snarl. "I don't think he's a Harper," she adds, a bit randomly. She's busy looking at Konolan's wineglass. Rather lustfully, it might be added. Wine would be extremely relaxing, after the day she's had.
Myrna sighs having run afoul of Niall but declines to add comment.
Konolan nods, taking a sip of his wine and mistaking the lustful look on Reiko's face as being for..something else. Perhaps the bearer of the wineglass. Cough. A slight smirk marrs his features as he eyes her once, then turns back to Myrna. "A song would be lovely." Haven't never met Niall, he has no thoughts on that.
Myrna watches the little exchange smiling and starts to play one tune then blends it into something a bit more bright.
Myrna begins playing a merry tune that seems just suited to whistling while walking down a long sunny road. She can't help smiling and that smile seems to infect all within earshot as she adds her clear soprano voice to the mix.
Myrna begins slapping the body of her guitar in a strong, regular beat, nodding to all around to clap to the rythem, as they join in she picks up a bright easily sung melody and adds to this her vibrant soprano voice,
Myrna begins playing a flowing, romantic melody. It is poinant almost to point of drawing tears and to this she adds her clear soprano voice.
Reiko catches the smirk and arches an eyebrow at Konolan. Groan. Not him, too? Setting her mug down with a thunk, she pushes her chair back. "I'm going to get some rest," she sighs, hauling herself to her feet and making her way back across the caverns.
Deeper, darker, narrower... passages kink and twist into the Weyr.
Banzai> Myrna sets the gitar aside and sighs, "Perhaps I should stick to drinking." she says and waves for a second wine.
Banzai> Konolan waves a belated farewell to Reiko, blinking confusedly. She was lusting after him and then..left? A sip of wine is taken. "That was fine..but drinking is good as well. Highly recommend it." Sip.
Banzai> Myrna recieves her glass and gives the drudge a saucy wink instead of a tip. He seems not at all put out. "Well it is a harper's second livelihood after all."