Spoof Log: Council Chambers
RL: March 8, 2008.
VR: Day 31, month 7, Turn 15, of the Interval. It is a summer evening.
(Thanks to Milani for the beta read.)
While the SC was meeting in the council chambers, a bunch of us were paging in the candidate barracks, wondering what they were saying. And then later I got to thinking...
Milani twirls a strand of hair around her finger, and gives Persie big eyes. "Let's Impress everyone! Oh, maybe not Igoro. I miss A'son!"
N'thei says, "I miss him too!! I mean-- Let's not Impress anyone," he growls with his most grim expression. But can you believe him!
The pale woman stirs, ice-blue eyes on N'thei. "Even you know what the dragons require. And the wings. But then, you would just die that much sooner." She extends a hand imperiously toward I'daur, not looking at him.
I'daur plays with his flask, not giving it to her right away. "Don't want to train them all." He knocks back a drink and leaves the flask's mouth open and wet before passing it to Satiet.
"Milani, you're ri - ooh! Pass me some!" Persie exclaims with a little wriggle in her chair, her skinny legs swinging.
Shanlee smiles warmly at Milani and Persie but a moment later the petite greenrider's fine features are transformed into an impenetrable visage. "Let's get back to work. If you think you can get it up....Weyrleader."
"Work schmork," B'yan quips blithely. "Let's smuggle some more in." Beat. "And pass the liquor too."
VR: Day 31, month 7, Turn 15, of the Interval. It is a summer evening.
(Thanks to Milani for the beta read.)
While the SC was meeting in the council chambers, a bunch of us were paging in the candidate barracks, wondering what they were saying. And then later I got to thinking...
Milani twirls a strand of hair around her finger, and gives Persie big eyes. "Let's Impress everyone! Oh, maybe not Igoro. I miss A'son!"
N'thei says, "I miss him too!! I mean-- Let's not Impress anyone," he growls with his most grim expression. But can you believe him!
The pale woman stirs, ice-blue eyes on N'thei. "Even you know what the dragons require. And the wings. But then, you would just die that much sooner." She extends a hand imperiously toward I'daur, not looking at him.
I'daur plays with his flask, not giving it to her right away. "Don't want to train them all." He knocks back a drink and leaves the flask's mouth open and wet before passing it to Satiet.
"Milani, you're ri - ooh! Pass me some!" Persie exclaims with a little wriggle in her chair, her skinny legs swinging.
Shanlee smiles warmly at Milani and Persie but a moment later the petite greenrider's fine features are transformed into an impenetrable visage. "Let's get back to work. If you think you can get it up....Weyrleader."
"Work schmork," B'yan quips blithely. "Let's smuggle some more in." Beat. "And pass the liquor too."