Althia enters the Area with her healers bag and takes a seat at one of the tables, taking a momentto wipe her hands on a towel and looks over at one of the passinng servers 'hot tea please, sweet" and pulls out a few hides

Aodien comes up the stairs from below.

Althia glances up at Aodien a moment before returning to reading her hide, alone at a table , her bag stuffed under her chair behind her feet

Tahira is seated at the bar, not behind it, tonight, enjoying a plate of bread and cheese, feet kicking lightly. A barmaid nods to Althia with her order of tea, "Yessma'am." Heading off to gain other orders before working on filling them.

The clunk thunk of boots precedes the form of the young man, wind tousled brown curls and just a little out of breath, he reaches the entrance and surveys the room. Aodien will catch Althia's glance and nod politely, "Evening Healer," before striding forward. One arm snakes over Tahira's shoulder and he steals a piece of cheese and then sits down on the stool next to her, turning slightly so that his back is to the bar and he can see the entrance. Perhaps he's just a little paranoid this evening. The cheese is brought to his mouth and he'll smile dimples at the 'on break barmaid. No words just yet, only dimples and a surveying look.

Althia smiles breifly as she waits for her tea....."Healears Duties to the Smithcraft, Apprentce" she says easily, flipping a hide over that shows a dragons wing on it next to  human hand

Tahira twists on her stool, slanting Aodien a smile and a little nudge as he steals a bit of her cheese, finishing off her own mouthful as she licks her lips. A nod then, and a faintly amused smirk, Hira turning about on her own seat then to get a view of the bar and that door. Silently. Lips twitching, a soft clearing of her throat executed as she too nods to Althia. Albeit it much later than Aodien greeted the woman but Hira can play catch up easily. Leaning back she lifts elbows to the bartop, hands raised and fingertips dancing lightly in the air. A barmaid returns to Althia with a cup of tea as well as sweetner in a small dish. 

"You're a long way from Fort Healer," inquires Aodien lightly after swallowing the cheese, though he will steal a bit more of it now that Tahira's back is turned. "Smith Hall returns the same. All is well with Healer Hall then. No plagues, famine, strife to keep you occuped lately?" The hide is only given a glance, since he's a way aways from it, but he returns the smirk with another smile, lips quirking and eyelids half closing in amused thought before he clears his throat. 

Althia takes the tea giving the serving girl a full mark as a tip with a soft mile and a "thank you" she glances back up to the apprentice Smith and nods "I have heard of no problems at present, as for Fort, it is only as far as the duty rider and his dragon, I need to get away from where I work and I come here to try and relax. I get more injuries then anythng else

Tahira listens to the conversation between Aodien and Althia, hand snapping out nearest to him to give him a little whack as he steals more of her food, the woman nodding, "And it is indeed a good place to relax." A faint smile that touches the outer edges of her lips.

Aodien nods genially back at Althia, "I would imagine with thread." He tilts his chin to watch Tahira for the moment out of the corner of his eye, his own hand retreating in the face of that snap. A little mournful fluttering of the fingertips though his expression remains amused. Swiveling carefully, he clears his throat, "nothing too serious I hope."

Althia looks up looking rather worn "unfortunately very serious, missing limbs, dead and dyeing, dragons screams, riders devastated as their dragons go between or die.  Trying to mind head, trying to teach apprentices, trying to learn dragon healing" her eyes bring with tears "and sometimes Things I say do not come out how I would have wanted them, and then I end up having hard feelings from people because I upset them.....Why would I think that serious?" her hands are white as her knuckles clench to the ho cup of tea, the cup shaking ever so slightly.

Tahira distinctly catches the comment directed towards her, the tears suddenly getting no reception from Tahira who stymies an eyeroll and sits up a little straighter, still wearing a smile. It's caked on. Bridge of her nose wrinkles just -a bit- though she nods, "Well, that does sound rather arduous, and I am sorry for the issues that plague you. Perhaps you would like to drink something stronger than simple tea, to ease your nerves." Soothingly stated, Hira gazing at the other woman blandly. 

Aodien has seen enough of that and it doesn't phase him much, but he is polite enough to nod with sympathy at the Healer. "Aye, I think that takes a toll on a body after a while." Or you just go numb. He'll lift an eyebrow at Tahira and nod, "that works too." Well not consistently, but it's fun trying.

Althia says, "I would like that Tahira, thank you" she says rubbing her temples "I'm sorry to both of you that wasn't fair.....I get frustrated with myself" she consciously relaxes her hand and puts the tea cup down "I don't drink much, what would you recommend?"

Tahira wasn't offering to get the drink but she does seem helpful when it comes to recommending, "Well." Drawled out as she looks towards Aodien a moment, "I would say firewater for immediate relaxation. It heats your belly and swarms the muscles. It's quite lovely." Sincerity at it's best, Hira flopping sidewards to rest her head on Aodiens shoulder, crushing her cheek against shoulder as she looks to the healer, "Though it's whatever your tastes tell you will be good. Tea won't do a thing, however."

"Definately firewater," is echoed from the young man, though he turns his head to brush lips against the crown of Tahira's head as she lowers it to his shoulder. "And injest enough of it and you  can't remember your own name let alone your problems and troubles." Somewhere in Aodien's lower regions, his liver is groaning at the mere memory of a few months spent in that state. Now however, the young man just nods his chin and smiles. "The nice thing is that if you time it with some solid greasy food, not a hangover to be had." Liar!

Althia gets up and walks over looking, intrigued she approaches nodding to the Bartender "I'd like to try one..." she looks atthe other two "um....is this Firewater good here?

Tahira eyes briefly close with the touch of lips, lashes lifting then to follow the path of Althia as she comes to the bar. A shift and Hira is turning towards Aodien to look towards the woman, chin resting on his shoulder a moment before she's forced to lean forwards and to the side a little, "You are such good friends with my Master Threndon, Healer, that I would expect you to know his is quite good. Impeccable, actually." Like gasoline. Hands venture out, Hira sliding fingertips about Aodiens bicep, squeezing gently, drawing in closer to him as much as she can on the stool next to him, "The third one will be on me, Healer."

Aodien will slide his arms around Tahira to support her leaning efforts, another kiss planted on the top of her head as he watches the Healer approach. Hands bracing her gently, "I have personally drank my way through a goodly portion of his stock myself and will vouch for the stuff. And by the third one, you don't actually taste it anymore Althia." A wry grin is offered over the woman in his arm's head.

Althia blinks to Hira "I haven ever had anything but Tea here" she say, getting the mug of fire water...sniffing it..she brings it to her lips and takes a mouth full...her eyes widen and she begins to cough vigorously

"A terrible waste, seeing as our tea isn't that great." A purr from Hira who watches the woman drink the firewater, a faint smile touching her lips as she begins to cough as a result, "Mmmn- I told you, it's absolutely wonderful. Isn't it? Can you feel it in your gut? Warming outwards through your veins." Taking pleasure in this moment is quite titillating to Hira, but it won't be interesting until the next few drinks, "It's actually easier to drink if you take a sip of fruitjuice first, then a drink of the firewater. You're able to drink faster, and more often." She looks up to Aodien, tilting her head back and smiling softly for him, "Isn't that right, love."

Lips get pressed to her forehead and then the bridge of her nose, "Absolutely!" Aodien will leave his chin there, shifting legs to prop on her stool creating a bridge of sorts. A soft chuckle for Althia's sputtering, "The first one is the most difficult. Keep at it Healer, it'll get easier. Sort of like the first time you suture something. Looks difficult, think you can't do it, then the needle sinks into the flesh and there's nothing to it, right?" Smiths take extensive first aid training.

Althia gasps and sputters, coughing as she finally catches her breath she lean against the bar her eyes wide 'oh... ohhhhhhh....oh my...my...stomach, it's like a fireplace......Shells the taste..." she fans herself "Is..is it supposed to spred like that?

Tahira has to struggle not to laugh- it's almost obscene, really. Hands drop from bicep to Aodiens thighs and she nods her head, lips pursing, "Absolutely, yes. It's good though, right?" Lips to forehead, nose. Melts her better than any alcoholic drink could, a nod given to Aodiens words, "Nothing to it at all. Mmm, Aodien, can I ask you something quickly, work related-" Realizing she's forgotten a task today.

He's busy dropping his chin downwards to aim for another kiss when he pauses and nods, gaze sweeping over hers, lingering for a little glub glub. "Anything you want love," is said before Aodien gives Althia a quick grin and a quirked eyebrow. "Breath through your nose Healer, sometimes pinching it helps as well. The second one goes down so much easier." A hand releases to fingers tendrils of Tahira's hair away from her cheeks, an excuse for a caress really, but he'll take any.

Althia looks very skeptical...but tries a second mouthful..which is about all that in that glass...her face turns bright red as she swallows and then gasps inhaling sharply "oh,...oh my...I feel...a..a bit..light headed.... Y...yer sure...this is" *hic* er..scuse me

"I am in need of some hardware." Murmured, a glance given Althia's way, Hira grinning a little wider now, making a soft note in her throat of interest, looking to the floor to see how far of a fall it would be for the other, "And that means I need a weaponssmith, which of your Masters specializes in that? I was going to ask that Hephtus fellow but I don't think he does that sort." A squeeze to his thighs in return for his caress, her features softening for a fraction of a moment, dark eyes mellowing out so that flecks of color entreat to the surface to make themselves known, "Althia, don't forget-" A gentle reminder, "The third glass is free." 

"Master Dominick then is who you need. Though I could make you some." He's still an apprentice, but apparently one of his daggers was good enough to kill the Mastersmith of Telgar, so, you know, they work.  Aodien tries not to chuckle at Althia but will remove a hand from Tahira long enough to signal the barmaid to refill the healer's glass. "Try another Althia." His head dips down close then, lips parting to kiss her proper, words soft, "He's the best on Pern. Stationed at Fort Weyr though and apprentices fight to get in line to take his lessons. Great fighter too. Must be older then Pern and can beat your brother." 

Althia finds another glass in her hand..blinking in confusion as if to ask herself how did THAt get there? she looks at it...and thi time takes 2 swallows her sk flushinng more red "Thash feels..." she blinks hard "why ish you tal...tal...tall   king sho funny?

A searching glance after she's beguiled by a kiss, allowing the man to speak and order before she's speaking back to him equally as soft, "Could you?" Unable to help herself she's stealing another kiss amidst the slurring word from the Healer woman, drawing back and dragging fingertips down his thighs to his knees where she pats, "I need four of them, Aodien. And I need them to fit in specific places and to be of specific lengths as well as materials. I'll talk to you tonight about it? We'll take care of our healer friend Althia first." Softly murmured for him, Hira drawing back and straightening up with a chuckle for the Healer once more. Much more interesting when she's drunk, and off a glass of all things, "Mmmnmm, you do need to try more than just the tea more often, Healer." 

His eyebrow will rise at the number, but Aodien nods, hands dropping to capture her hands and twine fingers through fingers when she pulls back, "alright." Another breath, "metalsmithing will keep me out of Workshop One as well," which is probably a good thing since Irwin lurks there. Leaning to the side he grins at Althia and calls out in a light cheery tenor, "how many fingers am I holding up Althia?" The correct answer would be none since they're in Tahira's hands at the moment. 

Althia squints as she sways 'Tree?

Tahira is a terrible, terrible sort of person. And she's sliding off her stool, taking his hands with her, a gentle squeeze given, "Three is exactly right, Althia, the exact drink that you won't have to pay for- Maylene!" Hira's handy henchman best-friend of sorts is called for, the woman twisting to look as Hira tries to coax Aodien with her, "Take care of our healer friend here, her third drink is on me, hmm?" Maylene, quite used to Hira's antics by now eyes the healer woman and nods her head a bit suspiciously. So that means make sure the healer gets to the third drink. She gets it, "Come with me, love. To bed so I can further describe the specifications to you." So says Hira, smiling up at him, "Anything to keep you out of workshop one, hmm?"

"Good girl," he offers the Healer and entices, "almost there. About one more should do it." Rising after Tahira, he'll be much more easily enticed that way. "Next time try it with fruit juice." A nod as well to Maylene and Aodien follows Tahira, fingers twining around her waist as they head out. "Specifications of course, but I'll want to be measuring exactly where there going to be going." And he might just measure the length with his lips.

"Of course, Ao, of course. I wouldn't expect any less from you." A smothered giggling laugh and she's drawing him down the stairs and off into the Hold once the stables are cleared. For measuring, kissing and various other activities in order to properly specify the measurements and other important facts needed.