A bit of luncheon...

[Marnark’tranarprol]

"Polygamy ... or the appearance thereof ... is a big part in reason why holds don't like Weyrs ... you know that." R'anl mentioned. "They tolerate us, and even then, only when they need us. Just look what's going on now, and we all know that thread is returning soon." He shrugged. "A lot of Weyrs are having to growl to get thier feed." Sad, really. And mostly on misconception.

"I might like to know what one was thinking ... but only as a part time ability. I wouldn't want to know it all the time. That'd be scary ... and demeaning ... but there are times where you have got to admit ... knowing what they were thinking would be so useful. Assuming, of course, that they know what the shards they want!" R'anl shrugged. "You like me, huh? Thanks! You're not half bad, yourself." R'anl replied, with a playful grin.

"Punch the Weyrleader ... you have no idea how much I would have liked to do that. You know what stopped me? Ironically, it was my gung ho, over agressive dragon. Doesn't that just figure?" R'anl shook his head, and shrugged. "Life makes no sense some days. So ... now we are here. But not so much to get noticed, per se. More like ... more to have half a shot at some form of respect. You know? A chance to be somebody, to do more. High profile is not what I'm looking for, so much as a place."

R'anl saw that look the drudge gave him, and turned from it to look at V'ian with his eyebrows almost all the way to his hair line. And then he mock-shivered, before grinning broadly and slumping in his chair. "That was scaaaarrry." He intoned, half-mockingly. "Spit? Okay, so what? I wouldn't kiss lasses half as often as I do if I was worried about female spit." He pointed out. "Breath, my friend. Breathe." He advised.

[Akki]

V’ian blinked through R’anls speech about Holds and Weyrs before shrugging, “Holds like me?” That was all he could really offer as a sentence before waving a finger slightly at R’anl, “Hey you were just at Caspian Hold right? Does that mean that the Hold likes you?”

“Can you imagine reading their mind while their in bed with you? And they’re picturing someone else?” V’ian asked before laughing loudly, drumming his fingers against the table. “That would be like the ultimate insult and there would be nothing you could do about.” It would destroy your self esteem and your confidence, that much was clear. Hoo yes, he was definitely grateful that he didn’t have to worry about reading minds.

He shook his head at the same time as the other bronzerider, “Why do dragons decide to be sensible when it’s the worst timing?” Then again, his Waeith was always the sensible type. Stupid bronze for not acting like a bronze – no cockiness, no aggressiveness. How bland. “From as far as I can tell, Dark Moon is a fan of their bronzeriders.” He laughed, “I think you’ll get your form of respect.”

“Whoa now R’anl, you haven’t seen that drudge in action. I’m glad I’m not you.” V’ian admitted with a slow shake of his head. That drudge held a grudge…bonus points for the rhyme. “And you don’t know where this drudge has been!” He grimaced.

[Marnark’tranarprol]

"Holds like you?" R'anl asked, side tracked and completely lost. "Like me? Whaaaaat?" He scratched his ear for a moment. "I have no idea where you're coming from." He admitted. "What are you talking about? Why would Caspian think one way or the other about me? I don't know anyone there."

"Uhhh ... reading one's mind at that particular point in time ... it could either be a major turn on, or a real mood killer. One or the other." R'anl agreed. "Those thoughts, yeah ... mood killer for sure." He shook his head slowly. "Not that I've had a really lucky run on the girlfriend front anyway..." He shrugged. Probably shouldn't have said that ... but the cat was out of the bag. No way to recapture it. "Anyway! How did we get on such a strange topic anyway?"

"Uh ... my guess is that we're sensible when they aren't, and they are when we aren't. Thus the theory is keeping each other alive for longer? I have no idea. One theory is as good as the next, so far as I can tell." He commented, munching on some fruit again. "A fan of? Meaning? Should I be worried?"

"True. Very true. But I'm not scared of her. If she gets to feisty, Geth will sit on her for me." R'anl said. And it was really hard for V'ian to tell if R'anl was joking about that or not. Really, the expression and tone could easily have swung either way. "True ... I dunno where she's been. In the laundry hampers and dishwater, I would wager a guess." He said, twisting around to see where she'd gone, before looking at V'ian again and finally cracking a grin.