Three Greens Walk Into a Bar
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Aaron, Iluva, Len
Date Posted: 30th May 2025
Characters: J'zen, A'drios, L'kav
Description: The greenriders discuss recent events
Location: Elsewhere on Pern
Date: month 3, day 23 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: Sybana, T'gyrlan
In the crowded tavern tucked between Dragonsfall's and Barrier Lake's protectorate, everyone was in agreement on two things: the ale was cold and the company was good no matter the corner of Continent they'd cradled in, or topic of conversation currently at hand.
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The atmosphere was a merry buzz of half-inebriated riders and absolutely sloshed crafters and fisherman piping up from the nearby docks. Work was done, and it was one of those evenings that felt like it would only get better as it wore on. The din of storytellers, clinking cutlery and glasses and laughing interspersed with the occasional outburst was invigorating, but made hearing even your own tablemates challenging at times.
Sat sloped back in his chair, one arm draped behind, L'kav was in a fine mood.
"So," he said, centering his attention on A'drios and J'zen over the noise, "I'll bite. What did you guys think of that Hatching?"
"Well. I'm not gonna lie. By the time all the craziness happened, I was already making out with this smoking hot Holder guy who had came to watch his cousin or brother or son or something, I dunno," said A'drios.
"So, if you saw anything go down, you'll have to give me your firsthand account."
“Which Hatching?” J’zen looked over his wine glass at the other two. “They’ve all been so shabby, I’m shocked at the level"or should I say lack of"of all the Weyrlingmasters and their staff. Have we had one clean Hatching lately?? At the rate we’re going I’m shocked that queen didn’t Impress to a lad.”
"Faranth, I would love that-- can you imagine? Shells, if Tembreth were gold?" A'drios beamed.
}:Golds are lazy. I'm in,:{ the green said warmly.
"Wait, did something that tremendous happen this time? A girl on a brown? What was it?"
"A blue." L'kav supplied over his glass. Taking a gulp, he said dryly to J'zen, "Well, none of the dragonets or the candidates died at this one, so there is that. It wasn't entirely uneventful though. A couple injuries, but just the usual clumsy baby dragon business really. Let's see... Oh! But-" He snapped his fingers. "There _was_ an actual _fight_ on the Hatching Sands. These two girls were literally trying to scalp each other on the Hatching Sands and no one got killed, kicked out, or eaten. The real kicker is that one of them, this gorgeous Lord Holder's daughter, Impressed the-"
L'kav paused clunkily as 'ugliest' nearly came sliding off the tip of his tongue.
In so many unfortunate ways the new gold with her gelatinous flab and craggy form looked more like a living threadscore scar next to her parents' hides than a reproduction of either of them. Swallowing, he had to consciously choose not to look with Feyonth's feelings through his mind's eye, and try not to use her insistant word to describe poor day old Galgaith. 'Ugliest' came again.
**Fey.** he warned, but Feyonth was already just jumping her way into his mind, into his senses, her attention chasing that image of the dragonet and his thoughts on it like a lure. The word brushed across his tongue one more time, and L'kav sighed in the long-suffering way many riders of strongwilled dragons understood. She wanted him to be honest. "Look. She impressed the _ugliest_ gold I've ever seen." He admitted ruefully, his lady showering him with her approval before retreating a bit, sitting smugly with her 'victory'. "Oh, yeah. And A'drios stole somebody's hot boyfriend."
"Meanwhile, I'm all alone..." J'zen sighed dramatically. "Since last week, that is. Unlike my poor sister. We need to find her a fella, it's been going on too long now."
"Well, don't look at me," said A'drios. He had not had to pretend to be interested in women in ages, and he was not about to start now. "And I didn't _steal_ him. I just borrowed him for a while. I didn't even know he was with anyone! He wasn't wearing a ring." He did look for that sort of thing.
L'kav winked slyly at A'drios. "Hey, it's not your fault you're hotter."
"It hasn't been the same without you. Jays, J'zen. _B'gaiel_ took your position in the wing by the way, so thanks for that." The wrinkle in his nose was brief, yet affectionate.
J'zen snorted at that name. "Oh Faranth, you poor thing. So how many times has he complained that his absolutely positively most beautiful green that Pern has ever seen Yanth has a patch of dry skin or her right strap doesn't fit just so or that only ten bronzes and not all 40 are not lusting after her? Or that there's not the entire pack of candiantes helping to washing all twenty feet her?" He reached over and patted L'kav on the shoulder. "I do feel for you there, good luck."
"Faranth J'zen, we need it some days." L'kav groaned. Hearing of B'gaiel's less than enjoyable habits was honestly almost as exhausting as being there watching them play out -- the man was vainer than a green on the cusp of Rising any day.
}: Ugh, and that _Yanth_- :{
**_Yanth_.** he agreed sagely. "It's been mostly him complaining about her hide and that we are all turning before we've actually been given the signal." L'kav coated his tongue with a sip of the sweet wine. "It's weird, but he and Yanth are the only ones that are ever where they're supposed to be when we drill nines. Maybe he should be Wingleader."
Near the bar patrons were either flocking to or fleeing from the growing mass of inebriated men.
After a moment it appeared a drinking song had finally found some traction, and L'kav leaned in over the jolly racket with a wicked grin replacing all displeasure. "Not all bad, though. I haven't heard B'gaiel or anyone else complain about T'gyrlan being made 'second."
J'zen briefly almost began joining in the singing. Big sister and little brother and mum weren't the only ones in the family who could sing, after all, even if he did have to admit they could both play a lot better than he ever could. "Oh, give them time. That lot can bitch about anything. Despite that, its amazing that Hanassath has healed well enough to take on such a demanding role, so fair dues."
"Fairest of dues," A'drios raised his drink. He was humming along with the song himself, but not singing. "I certainly don't mind having more occasion to ogle him. I think maybe if I do it hard enough, he'll stop by my weyr for a quick tumble sometime..."
L'kav snorted, his grin growing wickeder. "Well, if he does, feel free to send him my way afterwards. How's your new Wing treating you, J'zen?"
“Not too bad, but I miss you guys.” He smiled a bit, hoping there was so sadness in his voice. It was hard with losing heir queen so close to when they had moved.
A flicker of tenderness took root in L'kav's grin then, the lasciviousness shading into genuine affection. "The feeling's mutual. I'm glad we could get away and catch up somewhere that's not the dining hall or a wing meeting." His glass raised. "Alright, boys, let's have a toast - to us!"
"I'll drink to that." A'drios raised his glass.
Last updated on the June 10th 2025