A comfortable nook, this natural extension of the living room is cozily attired with overstuffed chairs and a couple of well-worn loveseats. All have been covered in various shades of green, giving the very incongruous appeal of a miniature forest hidden away inside a grove of man-made proportion Buy Tobacco Online. Fish stews and spicy white-wherry chili are often kept hot on the minor hearths east and west of the main, for those whose hours defy when meals are kept. Ornate, the largest hearth towers high, rich with carving and utilitarian in fashion: it holds court by providing the weyr with rich klah, the air thick with the scent of cinnamon wafting.
"Shoot, I could have sworn Arlera mutters to herself as she pulls the pillow off one of one of the couches, and sets it to one side. Her hands dive deeply into the sofa, one arm almost disappearing completely as she dives for whatever it is that must be lost. "Salle is going to kill me if I don't find it it's not really COLD out. For cold, head to the Mountain Hold. But compared to Southern Weyr's summer weather? It's really freakin cold. And working in a place that's half-outside means that Arianne is taking the time to warm herself up with a bowl of hot and spicy wherry chili before she calls Caelth to take her home. "Don't suppose it could be a bloodless kill. I hear that blood is horrible to get out of those cushions." Because you know she walked in just in time to hear that last part right? And nothing else? "What're looking for, exactly?"
K'lir had just caught sight of Arianne entering the Nighthearth as he was coming down to the living caverns from the library and didn't quite catch her before she'd disappeared with that bowl of food. Shrugging, he takes a moment to snag a couple of quickly tossed together sandwiches from whatever he happened to find left out on the trestles, may as well eat since he's found food, right? Following the brownrider into the Nighthearth, he misses even the fact that Arlera had lost something, the only thing he sees is a sofa devouring the girl's arm. Blinking, he glances between the two and wonders if he should offer to rescue her?
"Oh!" Arlera starts, yanking her arm out of the sofa when Arianne speaks. So focused was she on finding her LOST THING that she hadn't heard them come into the area. Said violent tugging leaves a red mark along the arm and she flushes in abrupt embarrassment, mouth opening to answer before her eyes skip from Arianne to K'lir. "Oh, um yes, I, yes." Excuse her, she's getting her wits back about her. "It's one of the little one's toys. He won't sleep without it and well She gestures around, aka, lost.
"Well if it wound up somewhere in that couch, I'd wonder if the couch -ate- it based on what it did to your arm." Arianne muses, glancing at the red mark on the woman's arm. "I don't know much about kids, but even I know that fi they don't have their little security toy or blankie you are -so- screwed." The brownrider's concerned look changes to a bright smile when K'lir walks in though, even if it's only momentary. "Right, the toy. Well, how about some help then. It's definitely in here then?" She sets down her bowl of stew and heads towards the nearest chair to tilt it one way so that one of the others can see if the toy has managed to find itself beneath.
When the girl admits to having lost a child's toy, K'lir winces since he knows how hid own pitch a fit when their woobies go missing (or get washed more often than not) and nods at Arianne's comment Cigarettes Brands. "Yeah might not be a good idea to piss off the nannies with a lost toy tantrum especially this late at night." Setting his own plate and mug down, he moves to look behind the larger couch and move cushions so that he can fish into the nether-reaches that never seem to get cleaned. There is an expression on his face that indicates he might not be eating those sandwiches at least not without some form of deep sanitation going on with his hands first.
"Thank you so much." Arlera is just going to GUSH for a moment, putting off her own search to do so. "We were playing here earlier and I didn't realize he had left it behind." AFter a second she shakes herself, and gets back on point. "It's a blue fuzzy, about yay," using her hands she measures out a slightly larger than palm size, "big. I hope it isn't that deep, but if it's not here I'm not at all sure where it could have gone."
"The laundries. Someone could have found it and sent it down there." Arianne suggests Pack Of Cigarettes, lips pressing together to try and hide her amusement at K'lir's expression. "I'd go with redwort." to disinfect with before hands touch sammich; just sayin. "How old is he?" It will help her figure out where the little munchkin might have crawled with the missing item and left it. As it is, she's just peeking behind everything and checking under the moveables.
K'lir glances toward the girl as she offers the description of what they are looking for and nods, starting to feel for fuzzy rather than just any random thing which helps with the fewer questionable items that get 'found' in those dark recesses. "Hmm yeah, just about anywhere if he's close to Rikus and Kalira Sighing softly, the bronzerider even gets down on the floor to peer under the furniture to see if it might have fallen beneath it. Just what he'd need is for Cha'el to walk in on him right now, huh?
"Oh dear Their offering forth of terrible things that could have happened to said toy are not at all to Arlera's liking. Sometimes totally confident and others not at all, she's all worry now. Pulling off another cushion she begins yanking pillows again, and diving in. "Four, and he's always everywhere. It wasn't suppose to be my day to watch them so I didn't have everything in place Arlera, sometimes not the best nanny.
Arianne feels badly for Arlera and the woman's panic. Of course, treating her like one of the draconic patients is probably not going to work that well, so the dragonhealer tries not to use -that- voice. Humans, Ari. -Human voice-. "If it's here, we'll find it." she assures, looking now near the hearth for any telltale hints of blue and fuzzy. Alas, she is definitely not above admiring the view that K'lir has so thoughtfully provided. Hello! No wait, she's supposed to be looking for the . the uh. right. The blue blanket thing. Mmhmm. "I'll have Strumpet fly under the tables in the living caverns just to check there too."
Arlera is not looking at K'lir's behind. Nope. Nope. Nope. Good girls don't look at the fancy buns of good looking men. Instead Arlera stuffs herself into another sofa, and abruptly pales. "Oh gross A hand pulls out comes up holding something very sticky. And round. And smelling faintly.
Arianne is! She so is. She, apparently, is not a good girl. Whatever mutated thing Arlera pulls out of the couch definitely earns her attention though, and the redhead's eyes go wide. "Oh yuck. Yuck. Nope, I don't even want to know." It's one of the poor drudges that she spots out there bringing trays back into the kitchen that is going to wind up dealing with it though! She whistles sharply to get his attention and frantically waves him over. "We need shells, I don't even know what we need. Something to get rid of that with. And some soaped cloths to wash hands with. Ugh please?"
Alera's face is just very TRAGIC as she holds it out. "Oh, no, it's um, I could casting her eyes around she spots the fire. YES. That's a good place to get rid of things. She's stepping in that direction post-haste, because decisions made when one's hands are sticky-filled are always the very best ones ever.
Arianne doesn't look entirely convinced that this throwing of things into the fire is a good idea. "I maybe you. bad idea! I think! Bad idea!" she calls out, hoping to maybe stop Arlera before an 'accident' occurs. But what could possibly go wrong, right? "We don't know what the stuff on the thing is She's going to cover her face with her hands now.
K'lir really didn't get lost under the couch really! He was just giving Arianne a really good, long look at his leather encased backside. ;p The bronzerider finally comes up for air in time to see the girl making tracks for the fire with that glob of stuff sticking to her fingers. For a man who has no problems being shoulder deep in bloody guts as he skins and guts fresh kills, he's got a bit of a delicate stomach when it comes to unknown ickyness.
Arlera FREEZES at the sound of that voice. But it's too late. In complete slow motion the glob is falling down down down till it hits the flames. For a few seconds ALL IS WELL. And then the smoke starts. How very strange, that something so small could create so much smoke. But there it is. Arlera gets hit first, bending over and coughing as the acrid taste gets down her throat.
Arianne doesn't want to look, doesn't want to look, do she looks anyway, just as the glob hits flame. And there is a moment there. Just a moment where her shoulders relax cause maybe nothing bad is going to happen. Okay, it was more like a fraction of a second Cheap Cigarettes Near Me. Because that smoke, yo. That SMOKE. WTF kind of goo WAS that?? "This is not going to end well." she whispers, reaching over to nab Arlera by the sleeve and tug her away from the bad smoke. "K'lir, you alright?" He's been awfully quiet!
K'lir just watches but without horror, just his nostrils flaring as the first thread of that stench tickles his sinuses Price Of Cigarettes. "Oh for the love of little dragons what was that sh*t?" he groans and pulls away, glad to see his mate flagging down the drudge to help them out. His eyes and nose both run from the odor and the smoke-burn, the rapid blinking doesn't really help either, unfortunately. "Shells and shards I was going to say I was fine but now I'm not sure." His weeping eyes are dabbed on his sleeve so that whatever gunk is on his fingers don't get in them, the washcloths can't come soon enough.
"That was," cough couch cough, "not smart." Arlera allows Arianne to pull her away, stumbling a bit as they get away from the smoke that is now looking very black and not at all healthy looking. "Who do we tell?" Should they tell? Maybe they shouldn't tell. Renalde's gone. Maybe if they run really fast no one will ever know.
"Ardstelle." Arianne's voice is hoarse when she says it, but that's the first person she thinks of. "Part of the good area, so we'll tell Ardstelle." She certainly doesn't intend to flee. However, her appetite is surely gone. So much for that chili! "C'mon, we need to move away from it. It should burn quickly enough and dissipate though." One hopes, at least. Since now she's coughing up a storm as well, when heading out of the nook set aside for those with odd hours. And, probably towards the kitchens to fetch the head cook. If she's even there at this hour. If not, whoever is in charge at the moment.
K'lir coughs softly as his throat burns a bit and his sinuses drain copiously from that acrid smoke. He nods as he follows his mate and the girl out of the Nighthearth to get away from the odor, not at all planning on running away either. "Yeah Ardstelle should be able to get some of her people on it to clean those chairs a bit better." When the first drudge finally returns, he snatches a cloth from the man and scrubs diligently at his fingers to get the sticky, gooey, hair-lint-food crumbs-whatever-else-might-cling from them. "Take a rag and clean up I suppose I'll be taking Arianne's advice in a little bit as well." Yeah, redwort, he does remember that eww!
Wiping eyes that are full of water, fighting the smoke, Arlera coughs one more time. "I'll go get her." She takes a step away, stops, pauses, turns, "I swear I'm usually better than this! Just frazzled!" Eyes flick from Werysecond (stop being attractive please?) to Wingleader before right. Ardstelle. Shifting she flees embarrassment and heads for the kitchen, leaving the scent of burnt SOMETHING floating in the air.
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