"Well, he was there. Deal with it, missy, and start treatin' him with some respect." Fayre takes that as her cue to stomp off too, perhaps to refill her now empty wine glass. She sure needs it, now. "Fort indeed, Weyrwoman," T'rev replies as he shakes Anvori's hand firmly. "Transferred in, middle o' the sixth month," his gaze slips back to Anvori and he grins at the quip. "Nope, ain't heard that one, but I always speak th'truth as I see it," the bronzerider goes on. Virgil's pop-up arrival swings... read more
