... a gesturing to the bottles. "Anything strike your fancy, Werywoman? This is what I've been working on since I became a Journeyman. I've been personally peddling them around Pern since I secured my CraftSecond." She makes easy conversation, hand on the bar and leaning on it casually. "Got a favorite fruit? Favorite flavor?" Gay isn't overly offended by R'uen's presumption, but does give him a bit...
...see if any of his peers are about.. sadly no, but the Craftsecond is! Destructive intent gets squashed and his working hide gets cuddled to...guileless gaze searching out her own before happily turning back to the Craftsecond "I can do'em easy, I know I can." Then he...homework. Aodien casts an innocent and puppy dog expression on the Craftsecond, one that entreats as well as promises that they'll be ...
...they know about someone getting hurt already, they probably do you know cos Harpers know /everything/! Was it a fight?" Iona still looks hopeful she might learn something interesting yet. "You could talk to the CraftSecond, her name's Arybella but she'll probably start an argument with /you/ but don't tell /her/ I said that!" "Mebbe I oughtta." G'dal muses, scratching his beard, and causing small ...
... since we see the whole, help them see the other pieces." Rayna nods at Deimiya. "Exactly. In fact for turns and turns the old Weyrwoman here at Fort was in a relationships with the craftsecond of Smith... also a woman. I believe that smith may have even been up for the position of craftmaster intead of the current craftmaster, but passed to continue her relationship with the weyrwoman. ...
... eat it. "Bathing, good plan." the Craftsecond acknowledges with a gesture of his ... she notice. Llany waves to the craftsecond and craftmaster, "Hello sirs! Hi Crispin."...to participate sir?" she asks the craftsecond, "No singing though... in fact any...different standard." Jalar nods to the Craftsecond, still sporting a slight grin, ...," and he waves as the Craftsecond departs. "Sounds like it's going...
... at the glowbasket. Vezdia puts her elbow out to prevent the door, slammed open so vigorously by her CraftSecond, from rebounding into her face. "What can I bet you that one?" she inquires, cheerfully, ... with fairly good humor. "Well, perhaps you could promote him and offer him the position as Craftsecond," she suggests, eyes twinkling. Vezdia lobs a nut towards Abby's drink. "I'm sure they're ...