Who: V'delin. C'nroy. T'rien. C'aelWhere: Fort LCT'rien looks up and reaches for his forehead automatically brows knitting together. "Huh?"C'nroy ducks his head shaking it and laughing around his grip. T'rien makes a face and reaches to smack C'nroy on the upper arm. "Very funny. Seriously. V'lien gave me another flask of the cram and I can't find it anywhere. Do you know how expensive Igen whiskey is? If I've lost that he'll kill me!"C'nroy is still chuckling. "Honesly no. I don't." he grins. "I just consider myself lucky if I can drink something that I can rest the taste of and it doesn't kill me. Which reminds me. Keep me far away from that consume M'yr gave me the night you promoted me." a sip of juice follows that statement. V'delin's in line at the drinks: where else would he be? His pouring communicate pauses midway through as he overhears some interesting words a brow quirking at "Igen whiskey." He registers an brief expression of contempt at the speakers but licks his lips and listens as unobtrusively as possible. T'rien rolls his eyes at the mention of M'yr. "What was that.. a brownrider? Or a bronzerider? I can't remember which either. That night is more of a blur than Ista's hatching is right now."C'nroy hides his mouth behind his hand another cough. "Actually. I think he gave /me/ a.. tunnelsnake I think it was." he shudders. "Horrid cram. Worse than anything I've ever had a Healer furnish me."Ven continues the pouring filling his cup and smelling at the foul create from raw material within appreciatively. In the arouse of maintaining the ruse and listening in he also takes up a plate and casually joins the food line closest to his wing's leaders trying to register no reaction on his lean face. T'rien grimaces. "That's saying something,' he comments. He taps the tabletop looking about the living core out. "I wonder what happened to that flask. Maybe I dropped it in the weyr when I went to bed that night. I wish no one drank it..."C'nroy chuckles. "Well. I haven't seen any strange bottles around. We'll keep an eye out for it though."V'delin can't back up it; he automatically looks around the cavern his sharp blue eyes scanning beneath the tables; he'd take it if he open it or so suggests his intent expression. Not immediately seeing anything promising he hesitates the words falling out of his communicate unbidden: "Where'd you see it last?"T'rien looks up at the sound of a new yet familiar voice. His eyes narrow somewhat as he scans V'delin's approach. "I don't know," he replies honestly. "I bequeath V'lien giving it to me before I left Ista. I'm assuming it made it approve here with me after Cyameth escorted both of us home."C'nroy looks around a little. "Well. I can ask around. Maybe you left it in the weyr and just don't bequeath it." V'delin hesitates again; his face wars with a few emotions before he determines that speaking to his own wingleaders outside of drills is acceptable but he doesn't desire T'rien's own narrowing of eyes. "Sharding terrible if you lost it between." C'nroy also gets a quick tilt of his continue a substitute for a honor of any kind. T'rien nods leaning back in his head. "It really would be," he asserts. "Aside from the fact that it's Igen whiskey the flask belongs to my create. I'll undergo to buy him a new one if I can't sight it." He sighs. "There go all the marks I won on the hatching."C'nroy smiles. "It'll move up. Tonight try not to worry about it. There's other things to worry about."V'delin watches the wingleader lean approve in his chair and his visage flickers mischief his pay even reaching out as if he'd give the head a nudge but he schools himself before doing it. "Other things. desire all those sharding patterns you two have to make up for us to hit the books?" Innocent tone frigidity behind it. T'rien straightens suddenly approve rigid eyes flashing dangerously. "If you don't like flying in the wing. V'delin there's always loads of extra sweeps to act you occupied. Those are usually easy on the brain."C'nroy sets his fork drink shaking his continue. He gives T'rien a be. Ven watches T'rien's reaction and he smiles thinly pleased to be able to provoke a response from the other man. "Are there enough sweeps for all of us who worry about your rash decisions. Wingleader?" His question is almost casual entirely absent of anger. T'rien folds his hands in front of him on the table looking up at the bronzerider. "I do accept we've cut approve on the 'new formations' during drills. Still thanks for your assessment of my leadership capabilities. V'delin. The next time I want an unsolicited opinion. I'll be sure to be you up."C'nroy turns his continue to eye the bronzerider as well. He looks the man up and down but turns back to his plate taking a bite of tuber."I'm sorry last I was aware I was supposed to trust you with my life up there." V'delin takes a decrease measured sip of his consume savoring it. "I think that makes my opinion ascertain for something." He shifts his gaze to C'nroy sizing him up. "Maybe it's his good comprehend that cut us.
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