Unabashedly sappy. One summer night, late, Ginella and T'ral sit on their ledge, and share a moment. Thank you, Ginny, for so much amazing RP.

( Ignore the world. )

R'vain summons T'ral to his weyr. They discuss wing reform, and R'vain makes T'ral an offer he wisely chooses to accept.

( ...disruption seems t'follow you 'round... )

Thank you, R'vain. Such a kickass scene.

The scoop: The morning after the masquerade, T'ral heads down to the baths, and Ella cuts off his red curls for him. He discovers where he's seen her before, and eases right past her questions about his impersonations of the night before.

( First and last word. )

The scoop: Right after the masquerade, T'ral and Ginella (a.k.a. The Weyrleaders, for one night only!) retire to their weyr. There is general silliness, some discussion of T'ral's hair and R'vain's leathers, and brief analysis of his imitation technique.

( I could juggle them, if you'd let me practice more. )

The scoop: T'ral is in an impressive snit when he's finished the conversation with R'vain that features in my last posted scene. Ginella comes home, he explains why, and fireworks ensue. He explains why he's upset/angry/insert manly adjective here about his conversation with the Weyrleader, and says some things that do not reflect the view of his player.

( ... it went poorly? )

The scoop: R'vain summons T'ral for a conversation about recent events, and the way they're being interpreted in various quarters. If you were to ask these two men what happened during the course of this conversation, they would give you entirely different answers. Oh, and uh, Ginny, my love? Run.

( Your Ginny. )

The scoop: T'ral and Ginella discuss the new exile arrivals, and options for dealing with them.

( Better start asking them, then. )

The scoop: T'ral comes to talk with D'ven about the way he's burning the candle at both ends, and to ensure that he gets at least one decent night of sleep.

( Drinks consumed by D'ven: 6. Drinks consumed by T'ral: 2. That's what friends are for. )

The scoop: While Ginny and Aneleth are sands-sitting at Benden, T’ral has, finally, broken his self-exaggerated, if not entirely self-imposed exile, and gone to visit her there. This is his second visit, or more specifically, his exit.

I know. It's a vignette that doesn't relate to a single prompt. I am outta control, make way!

( Going home. )

The scoop: Ginny is at Benden, where Aneleth is getting ready to clutch. T'ral shows up for a picnic with her and some of their friends from Benden. He relates the events of the hatching, they discuss their thoughts on same, and then they speak of R'vain's visit afterwards.

( Well, she's fired. )

The scoop: The hatching party is over, and T'ral and S'ol meet up in the aftermath. T'ral dispenses some advice about dealing with a new dragon and then, following the finest of traditions, he lies to S'ol to amuse himself, hopefully ensuring that even the normal weyrlings will soon be behaving abnormally. With any luck, watch out for the results coming soon to a barracks near you. Hi, D'ven.

( Can you stand on your head at all? )

The scoop: Backdated a little. T'ral tries the I'm-not-drunk sneak-home-late routine known to men (and their longsuffering better halves) all over the known universe. Ginny reports to him on R'vain's dropping by.

( You won't be buying your way into his good graces. )

The scoop: T’ral visits home, has a chat with his brother about sundry things. This is not a vignette in response to any of the set prompts. I am contrary.

( Aaaand.... action! )

The scoop: When one queen goes up, the others bolt for the hills, lest Mortal Combat ensue. Ginella makes her dash for her favourite beach, and takes T'ral with her to pass the time. I mean, wouldn't you go too?*

( Check later. )

* Not that bad, but probably not the most worksafe of pictures behind the link.

The scoop: T'ral knows how D'ven can be, after flights. He and Ginny got Aneleth out of town when Tialith went up. Now he's home again, and figures he better check out what sort of trouble his friend's been up to.

( Wow. That's...pretty cold. )

( Turn 2 In Review.* )

* With apologies to Gandhi.

The scoop: Set directly after this log. D'ven departs after having shaken T'ral's world, and Ginella arrives hot on his heels to witness the aftermath. It... does not go as well as the first discussion for the afternoon. Old quarrels are revived, and mostly go unresolved. Dating a weyrwoman, it's hard work. Dating an idiot, that's hard work too.

( So what's got you spooked, Tiv? )

The scoop: I know I haven't been updating, and I am mending my ways. This scene had to be posted. It features appalling poses from me at the start while I tried to get my head right, and I will thank you to ignore them. After that... man. T'ral has spent turns yanking D'ven back into line, and this scene represents the fruition of much of what has happened, on camera and off. D'ven holds up a mirror to their lives so far, and speaks of the future. Set around Day 11, Month 11, Turn 2. D'ven, I take my hat off to you. I was just trying to keep up.

( So be it. )

The scoop: A couple of days before the disastrous 'fall and Yevide's death, Br'ce hosts a dinner party for T'ral, Ginella, Aida and D'ven. Featuring fancy food, inappropriate dinner discussion, sickeningly sweet napkin arrangements and a very ill-advised bet.

( Three-Cee Leads The Way! )

An hour later, D'ven and T'ral meet up for a chat. Ah, testosterone.
D'ven: Uh, something up? If you need to talk, or something?
T'ral .oO( Oh man, do I ever need to talk. )
T'ral: Geez, you sound like a girl. Toughen up, man.

( Something on your mind? )

The scoop: T'ral's let me know that if he's going to have to keep on acting like a girl much longer, he at least wants to get to sit around and share a tub of ice cream while he does it. that's what girls do when they bond, right? May as well catch some fringe benefits. Herein, T'ral goes to see Aida, and sort out this thing between her and Br'ce for once and for all, so his friends will start being some fun again. And because he, you know. Cares. Maybe. You see how he makes like he's going to just leave, so she listens? This girl thing must be rubbing off, he used to be more straightforward...

( I don't understand. )