No Guts, No Glory
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: Iluva, Sia
Date Posted: 2nd November 2024
Characters: Varethos, M'rhas
Description: The boys borrow a few things from their fathers for the Starstone Party.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 3, day 10 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: M'thos, T'mhas
It was the sort of thing that would have waves of ramifications if they were caught, but be absolutely glorious if they got away with it. And the glory was enough to get Rhas in their fathers’ weyr, slowly poking his head in through the door. “I don’t hear anything.” He whispered to his brother, creeping in a few paces but still trying to look cool and casual. Just in case. “Dad must still be at drills.”
"Get inside." Varethos practically shoved his brother in far enough to let himself in, shutting the door gently with a soft click. "Just be casual. Dad probably had an extra empty wineskin or two in a cupboard. Fill those up but not with enough of any one thing so that they'd notice." He grimaced a little as he said it; the concoction would be something foul, but it would get the job done. "I'll keep an eye out."
Merhaskel stumbled forward then froze, cocking an ear again. Nothing. He sauntered into the main living area, glancing back at Varethos long enough to give a sloppy salute, and then beelined into the kitchen. The cupboards boasted a few vintages that he already knew M’thos would notice if touched, and so he took to practically crawling into the back of one cupboard before finally yanking two wineskins from its depths.
Slapping the dust off them, he knocked over a bottle of something in the process with a loud, echoing -clink!-. “Scorch it all,” he grumbled, wincing like the Weyrleader himself just walked in on him messing with his office.
Then he looked at the bottle.
Dark amber liquid sloshed gently beneath its outer blanket of dust. Nearly full.
“Oh Faranth, yes.” He immediately dumped the rum into a skin, leaving only enough to disguise the amount of water he then added to the bottle, and then tucked it far back into the shelf. Rhas huddled some nicer vintages in front, then set to work on the disgusting but intoxicating brew in the other skin. “Vare,” he half-whispered, mid-pouring some citron, “citron too or just wine? There’s one here as old as we are. Vare?”
"If it's older than the Pass, they won't be looking for it soon." Varethos whispered loudly back. "Take a whiff though just in case we've watered it down before." He wasn't entirely sure if that would work or not, but it couldn't hurt. Varethos crept away from the door and tried to casually peek into the other rooms, as if Merhaskel hadn't thoroughly looked already. He crept out the short hallway to the ledge just to see if he could spot any dragonwings making their way to him, only to come face to face with Fianwyth lounging on her couch.
They stared at each other.
"You're not going to tell Dad, are you?" Varethos asked lamely. "We'll give you the best bath with that scented oil you like."
She blinked at him and tilted her head, as if considering (or conferring, perhaps, and the jig was up) before she let out an exaggerated yawn, laid down, and pretended to snore.
Varethos ducked back into the weyr proper. "Rhas? Are you almost done?"
Rhas sniffed a few open bottles, the sting of alcohol strong enough that he poured a bit of each in the other skin with the expertise of someone who worked in a tavern. “Yeah, just about!” He called, hammering a cork back in place with the heel of his hand. He was tempted by a few unopened bottles of beer, but thought better of it. Too obvious.
“At least if we get caught it's not gonna be Oselle trying to chop our hands off. I'd like to see the girls get as good as this.” Merhaskel called to his brother, chucking the skins into a crate and covering the pillaged goods with a shirt. If it came to it, maybe they could cry or beg their way out of it. He wasn't above either. For the moment, however, Merhaskel emerged with an unabashed look of triumph on his face, “Let's party!”
Last updated on the November 10th 2024