Place Your Bets

Writers: Aaron, Devin, Halyonix, Iluva, Len, Shawna, Sia, Suzee, Yvonne
Date Posted: 4th August 2024

Characters: Jaylene, J'nne, A'drios, Zariah, G'zan, I'lon, R'enh, Harki, K'mai, K'rel, E'kavas, S'vin, Th'reyos, J'zen
Description: Place your bets on who will win Chioneth‘s Flight and become the new Weyrleader!
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 13, day 2 of Turn 11

Jaylene

Jaylene walked into the Dinning Hall, her stomach grumbling in a distinctly in-lady-like manner. She chuckled to herself and looked around for either one of her brothers. They weren’t hard to spot, as they were surrounded by a large group of their fellow riders and a few workers. She strolled over, perplexed by what they were up to.

J’nne sat quietly to one side of J’zen, with a paper and pen before him. He caught his sister’s eye. “Don’t blame me, J’zen put me up to it.”

“Up to what?”

Before he could answer, J’zen called, out. “Come on folks, place your bets! Who’s going to win Chioneth‘s Flight?” Before him was a not small pile of marks. To his other side was S’vin, who also had a paper and was taking notes down as quickly as he could.

At the call, A'drios slinked over in a mighty hurry. A little wager now and then could be fun, indeed.

"Are you the odds maker?" He grinned. He could have a little fun with this one with or without a wager, but that was a different sort of fun all together.

“Hey, you sexy beast, I_am_the odds maker!” J’zen patted the pile of marks. “What will you take a wager on?”

"A quarter-mark on your longest shot, and your favorite beverage on whether you want to grab something to drink with me later." A'drios handed over the coin.

Zariah was heading up to place her bet but stopped at this exchange, even throwing out an arm to stop the person coming up behind her. "Wait, I want to see if that line works for him. We can bet after they're done flirting."

G'zan stopped short to avoid pushing right through Zariah's arm. "Kinda jealous nobody used it on _me_," he said, pouting, but couldn't maintain the fake outrage more than a few seconds before grinning.

K'rel skulked over, expression unreadable save for a faint, curious glimmer in his eyes. "Who _is_ the longest shot?" he asked.

After blowing A'drios a kiss, J'zen answered K'rel. "Right now Ki'bel is the longest shot, you can have him at 150-1, both of you."

"I thought J'nne would have been the longest shot," Jaylene said with a wicked grin, enjoying a chance to tease her baby brother.

"Who has the best shot so far?" Harki asked from G'zan's other side. Marks tended to dribble through her fingers like water, and besides-- she was curious.

K'mai stood off to the side, chewing his lip. Wing loyalty, or should he choose the man he truly thought had the best chance?

Zariah reached forward to add her money to the pile, grinning impishly as she declared, "E'kavas. And you make sure you tell him I did that, G'zan!" The brownrider was certainly an unlikely bet, but she thought his squawking about it would be worth the money spent.

G'zan didn't need to do anything. E'kavas was coming to check out the small crowd that was forming on his way out. An undignified squawk of "Hey!" echoed behind her. "Roquath and I are hiding in the mountains that day, Zariah. Place your marks on something more likely to win you money." They were not going to go into hiding. Roquath was wise to that trick by now and it wasn't worth the tantrum.

“Harki, my dear girl, R’enh is the favourite by a long shot, you can have him for 3-5, L’val is your second favourite at 5-2.” As J’zen spoke, J’nne helpfully showed her the numbers.

"An eighth on L'val," a new voice purred. I'lon calmly placed his mark on the table. Since he didn't indulge in alcohol, gambling was his preferred vice. Far easier to control himself and still have fun.

K'mai made his decision and stepped up. He thought R'enh was the most likely to win, but a safe bet was well . . . safe. Boring. "A quarter mark on an outsider, if you'll allow it. A bronzerider who transfers in at the last minute, or pops up for the Flight itself."

"Harki," R'enh smiled and put an arm around the green rider. Then he dropped a full mark on the table in front of J'zen. He grinned and lifted his brows. "I'll bet on... me." Then he turned away and shook his head at K'mai. "Oh ye of little faith," he murmured as he passed the bluerider, winked and squeezed his shoulder.

K'mai laughed. "My faith is fairly solid, but you've lost to my sense of drama."

K'rel continued to watch on in silence, so clearly considering, but not making any bets. Yet.

Th'reyos finally sauntered his way up to the front, marks mostly prepared. He gave a crooked smile as he said, "K'aur. And yeah, y'know what, I'll bet E'kavas too." Both pairs had at least one participant that might win out of sheer force of will and desire, and sometimes, every now and then, even that was enough. "Oh, and," He glanced about, casually, "K'rel."

“Nice to see a man so certain of his bet…s.” J’nne gave him a slow wink as his brother took the money.

Jaylene laughed and threw down a couple of marks. “On our baby brother’s head,” she said to J’zen. After all, she couldn’t not bet on Tribeth!

After much thought, Harki finally pulled a half-mark out and slid it across the table to J’zen. "On R'enh," she said. "Why not."

K'rel watched for a while longer. And then, with no preamble, he slid a quarter-mark forward. "On myself."

G'zan guffawed heartily. "You boys, betting on yourselves! That takes some _sack_! Huh, which gutsy bronzerider-who-bets-on-himself to choose?" He pretended to mull it over, then fished out a half-mark and laid it down. "Half-mark on K'rel! Sorry R'enh, you already got plenty behind you, and bettin' on the favorite just ain't my style!"

"Far more fun to watch from the sidelines, huh?" K'mai nudged G'zan. "All we risk is a few marks. These poor bronzeboys get their pride hurt."

"We've got nothing to lose and everything to gain," G'zan agreed with another, lighter, laugh. "They've got... well, I guess bragging rights keeps 'em motivated!"

"Or the crushing weight of such responsibility to persuade them otherwise," I'lon remarked with a smirk towards K'rel.

J’nne gave a dramatic sigh. “All these bets and only my own sister has put one on me.” He grinned to take away the self pity of his words.

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