Seeking Information

Autumn - Month 10 of Turn 2716
Half Moon Bay Weyr - Tiki Lounge
As one walks onto the wood panelled flooring of the patio, they are greeted with the scent of burning oil, the likely source the various torches burning along the perimeter of the flooring. The flooring is littered with tables shaded with umbrellas, matching chairs tucked beneath when not in use.

The inside of the Tiki Lounge seems far bigger inside than outside, even when full of relaxing weyrfolk and travelers. Towards the front, in the western corner, is a small stage, generally occupied by harpers. Several tables with chairs decorate the floor and a small area is open for dancing. The bar is rather long and well stocked, glasses of different shapes and sizes hanging suspended from a rack above the bar. Behind the bar is another open window that gives one a view of the forest behind the tavern. Turning around, one is greeted by a lovely view of the lagoon. A decent breeze helps to cool the room. Up above, rafters provide a perch for fire lizards and local avians. The thatch roof, made of straw, rarely lets in any rain.

Disclaimer: Language

If not in the Lagoon working, the next safest bet to locate one Dolphineer would be the Tiki, where drinks and food are plenty. Tonight seems to be no exception, the dolphineer having a plate of assorted finger foods piled high in front of her and a pitcher of something distinctly lime flavored near a salt rimmed glass. Uno as solitare? Hey it works.

S'van is an infrequent visitor of the Tiki Lounge for a variety of reasons. When he does make an appearance, it is for the food (and distinctly NOT for the booze). Tonight, however, it is a person. Still in his flight leathers, with stern expression and focused gaze, he could almost be mistaken for being on duty were it not for the environment. Grey eyes seek and find, alighting upon his query at her game. Booted feet move unerringly in her direction, offering a nod of his head to the greetings of acquaintances in passing, but waving off their requests to join him. Instead, there's the scrape of wood as a chair is acquired, whether at her table or borrowed from another, and Sev drops himself into a seat across from Tanit without waiting for an invitation. Gaze, to booze and food first, then uno, then dolphineer. And then silence.

Sea-green eyes lift from the game, taking in the bronzerider's demeanor with a bone deep sigh that is mostly - tired. The suggestion of dark circles might be evident, and that pitcher is almost half empty. "I don't want to argue Sev." Given the general state of avoidance it must be something, and the dolphineer seems prepared for the worst though perhaps doesn't expect it. The clink of ice as she raises the glass, empties it and refills it the only sound filling the silence not otherwise disturbed by the chatter around them. "I don't have the energy for it."

Grey eyes meet sea-green without hesitation, but words come slower. Sev spares not a word for those dark circles, nor that half-empty pitcher, though certainly he's cognizant of both. "I'm not here to argue." Not even much malice in that tone, really. Just sort of flat. Lacking the typically jovial tones and inflections that most often color his voice. His gaze follows after the motion of glass to mouth, pitcher to glass, and then goes flitting off to something arbitrary. Like the wall, or bench, or even the view. "I came to ask…" oh, but that there's no anger in his voice, it's clear enough he's not moved past that emotion just yet; a tightness of his jaw and a moment taken to inhale rather deeply before he continues his train of thought. "I want to see them. I came to find out how much your parents knew…" so he doesn't darken their doorstep bringing unwelcome news along with an unwelcome face.

Tanit exhales, as though expecting this, sea green eyes darkening as she refills the glass slowly. "Mom figured it out before I did, and I had to explain to my father why his favorite prospect for a son-in law wasn't staying." Not that any of this was Cenrie's fault, if anything the Istan could claim just as much harm as anyone else - but that wasn't the man's nature. The clink of ice, the glass lifted again and half drained. "Not that the words will mean much to you, but I'm sorry that I didn't know sooner - that I didn't give you any choice. It was never my intention." Then again being pregnant had never been in the cards either.

S'van is not here to argue. Really, he isn't. But given the opportunity? The emotions are certainly there for it; stewing beneath the surface, the symptoms clear enough to discern for those who know him well. What she says is taken in silence, the tightness of his jaw the only real indication that words might be hanging on the tip of his tongue, at the front of his mind, begging to come out. But it is another long pause before he speaks again; the organization of thoughts into coherent words, those words mulled over before he offers them up. "This has nothing to do with when you knew. Forget having a say in the matter, you didn't even tell me you were pregnant, Tanit. Whether you thought they were Cenrie's or not, I would have thought… " A shake of his head, and once more he's staring at something else; a bit of decor, or the wood of the wall. "Doesn't matter. Do they know it's me?" because that is the most important question for Sev, and he wants to be darn sure he understands where he stands with Tamar and Itani. "Or do they just know it's 'not him'?"

"And when S'van would I have been able to tell you?" Sea-green eyes flash and darken, "When you invited me to visit your new Weyr? Or maybe between bouts of adapting to your new weyrmate - Oh I know! I could have invited you and Jae to dinner because your weyrmate and I get along so damned well." She knocks back the rest of the drink, "The truth of the matter is I was embarrassed Sev, I was too busy trying to figure out what the right decision would be to even think that you would feel the need to be privy to that. You have your own life to live and I'm not privy to every little in and out of it." She hadn't wanted to argue, but there were things she would take the blame willingly for and things she wouldn't. "You were the only other person I'd slept with so yes Sev they know it's you."

Ooh, well then. If anger is coming out, Sev might as well not hold his in anymore. At least, he's not going to pretend that he's not angry, allowing all of those little nuances in expression and posture to clearly indicate just how 'not right' things are between them. But there's no words to counter her immediatly; just seething anger burning beneath the surface, reflected in the flash of grey eyes and the almost snarl of his lip that curls upwards in an expression that is anything but amused. Breathing elevated and jaw working in that way that says he might speak but yet, he doesn't. He doesn't, because there are too many damn words trying to come out at once that he just can't order them into anything resembling coherency. But the expression says it all, really, and a few moments later, there's a rather low, "Fuck that. This has nothing to do with Jae and you know it. If you'd wanted to tell me, you would have told me." Bitterness, now. Anger over the hurt of betrayal times two. Hands to table, he shoves himself upwards with almost enough force to send that chair toppling backwards. "Being pregnant is not a little thing, Tanit! Fuck! Everything important in my life, I've come to you about. You are the only person I spoke to about what Jae told me…" A rake of fingers through his hair, eyes to the ceiling as he shakes his head in disbelief. "I thought I was your best friend," with clear emphasis on that second word, "and I thought you were mine. Clearly, I was wrong." He's preparing to leave; it's very evident considering the inclination of his body, the hand on the back of the chair that grips it with the intention to shove it back under whatever table he stole it from.

If he had said anything else, she might have had a response, in fact she'd been about to argue that most of the problems between them were in some form Jae related, but before the words could even be spoken, Sev manages to say the one thing that deflates her completely. "You are right, I should have told you then, but I didn't have the courage to." For all her bravado there are still things that scare her, things that she isn't ready to admit. "I'm telling you now. And I know nothing will make up for not doing so sooner." She hides the eye watering behind another drink, another fill of the glass, and her attention focused on the cards.

Were there problems between them? There certainly are now because, "A turn and a half later? Yeah. Thanks." But really, that's the tip of the iceburg, and only one of a host of reasons for why S'van is shoving the chair under the table and moving away, avidly avoiding her gaze now that he's done here. "I am going to visit my children. I promise to be on my best behavior for family," given curtly, clipped words in a flat tone that threatens to be a growl but falls short. He doesn't want to lose his temper, but it's clear enough that he's teetering on that edge. And then he's just… gone. Moving through the bar toward the door, between or around whatever is required to see him out just about as quickly as possible.

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