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Flamin' Ovine! (Or, Iro's First Drink)
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The hustle and bustle of the day is over at Xanadu, which meant that the hustle and bustle of the Wanderin' Wherry was just getting started! K'ael strides into the tavern and heads to the bar to order himself a nice pint of ale and a sandwich. There's some squeaking and squawking from the bronze flit on his shoulder until he also orders up a plate of fritters for him. He takes a seat while he waits for his food to be ready, sipping at his ale and looking around the place.
Cenlia ducks into the tavern, out of the cold, two of her firelizards huddled close on each shoulder. Goldeny-bronze Charmer and midnight-blue Rogue peer about with interest as Cenlia shrugs off her coat - worn and patched, the garment is several sizes too big and looks as if it came from the depths of the storage caverns, which may not be far from the truth. The girl takes a moment to look around, waving with a smile for Beldar and calling over, "Klah, ale, an' a sweetroll," before she plops down at the bar, letting out her breath as if she'd been holding it against the cold outside.
Lacking in flitterbugs is one former gardener/candidate/busybody, Iroha's entrance unaccompanied by either flurries of wings or demandingly hungry chirples. Though it's an apology, not food, she's here for, still she shrugs out of her jacket. Not so badly worn as Cenlia's, but almost as too-large, looking like a cast-away flight jacket. Without looking around, the transplanted Istan marches determinedly over to the bar… which of course means she'll be passing by people she knows. Yay! "Oh, hello Cenlia!" Grin. And, a little further on, "K'ael! You're here again." Bigger grin.
K'ael smiles to Cenlia as she comes to the bar. Pommel chirrups to the two filts she's got with her. A friendly one, he is. When Iroha makes her entrance he waves to her. "Hey Iro. Yep, here again. Thought I might run into you here." Then he motions to Cenlia. "A friend of yours?" He extends a hand to the other gardener girl, giving her a dimply grin. "Hi. I'm K'ael, Azaeth's rider." Then to Beldar. "Whatever these two are having, on me. You girls hungry? I can get a plate of meatrolls."
Cenlia waves a greeting to Iroha, with a, "Hey," at her and K'ael both. Charmer croooons at the nearest people, sneakily inching down Cen's arm to perch on the bar, and streetching his neck this way and that. Crooon. Crooooon. Cenlia determinedly ignores the firelizard's attempts at attention, instead shaking the bronzer's hand and grinning back with a, "Well met, I'm Cenlia." And as Charmer nudges at the girl's elbow, Cen turns back briefly to the flit with an, "Oy, greedyguts," but she's nodding, "Meatrolls sound good." As her ale and klah arrive, the girl proceeds to mix them carefully, taking a sip and grimacing, before adding more ale to the klah.
Trotting past to offer first a hug to K'ael, there's a bit of a cocky tilt to her grin. "You maaaay have to start looking elsewhere," she lilts, bouncing. "Next time you visit." A happy nod, "We were candidates here together. She's a gardener, too!" Ignoring any and all crooning, fluttering firelizards, as always. "I'm always hungry," as he well knows. She's not going to turn down free food. "Ew," is noted when she turns back to Cenlia and her drink mixing. Before she gets on to the more important, "How have you been? I've not really seen much of anyone." (Iroha)
K'ael chuckles a bit at the bronze flit that isn't his own. "Well then. Aren't you just the friendly little fella." After a nice shake of hands with his owner, he gives Charmer a little headrub. Followed up closely by a hug for Iroha. "Nice to see you, too, Iro." He grins and nods. "Ah, a fellow gardener and candidate. Alright then, meatrolls it is. Why don't we find a table?" He lets the bartender know there's some additions to the order, then that they're moving. He picks up his drink and finds an empty table for them to sit down at. "So uh.. what exactly is that you're drinking, Cenlia?"
Cenlia grins at Iroha, chuckling and adding yet more ale to the klah, "'S not that bad. Helps with hangovers maybe." Charmer crooooons at K'ael. A new friend! Cenlia moves to the table, carefully carrying her drinks, "Can get more booze down with some klah in me. Gotta practice. Me an' Satoris still got a drinking contest t' do." She smirks a bit, plopping down as her sweetroll arrives. Saying to Iroha, "Been alright, bored with the gardens all snowed-up. Haven't seen you around much?" as she gets seated and then has to defend her sweetroll from Charmer. Looking up, Cen gives both Iroha and K'ael a lopsided grin, "Hey, you ever tried a Flamin' Ovine?"
Iroha can't hide it, her nose wrinkling as she grumbles just a touch, "Do they -have- to join us?" The friendlier ones are apparently worth more suspicion, green eyes narrowing dubiously as she trots after them to the chosen table. "Seems like a good way to ruin good klah, but then I've never more than tasted beer before. It's… different." Someone needs to corrupt her, clearly. Back to the bronzer, then, "Are you here on errands again? Or just here?" Pulling out a chair she flops into it, glances back across to Cenlia and grins her crooked grin. "I went into hiding for a while, but I'm better now. What do you do with yourself this time of year? I'd go crazy-" er "-if I couldn't work." Pause and blink. "Flaming… Ovine?" That would be a noooo.
F'yr makes her way into the tavern, apparently the destination of choice for the short brownrider these days. Except this time she doesn't seem to be considerate enough to stomp out her boots, looking like she's had a tiring day working anyway. "Sharding… cold…" she mumbles, rubbing at her arms under her jacket before glancing around the tavern. A curious tilt of her head is given to familiar faces, and it's that way she heads with, of course, firelizard in tow. A passing waiter gets an order from the girl before she flops into the nearest seat with a weary "Heya."
K'ael blinks a bit. "Helps with hangovers? Really? Hm." The bronzer isn't sporting a hangover right now though, but maybe he'll try it later. Tomorrow, perhaps! K'ael blinks a bit. "A drinking contest? How old are you?" He was from Ista after all, kids weren't allowed to dirnk until sixteen there! "Ah that's right. All the plants must be going crazy with the snow here." There's a grin to Iroha then. "Yes. They do. Maybe if you got one of your own you'd warm up to them a little. And I'm just here, today. I was bored." Once their food arrives Pommel helps himself to a fritter. "Er… A flaming ovine? Is that a drink? Can't say I have, no." There's a nod to F'yr. "Hey."
Cenlia smirks at Charmer as the little bronze, unperturbed by the lack of attention from the other gardener, continues to croon. Cen grins at Iroha, "Should try some, it's alright." She waves to get Beldar's attention, saying in the meantime, "I mostly been tending the greenhouse. There's some herb pots I got growing inside, too," but the girl shrugs, "Dun mind some time off, 'specially after all them chores we had to do." There's a flicker of a frown across her face, but it's shoved down soon enough, the grin returning. Cenlia's grin widens, if anything. Someone to corrupt? Buahahahaha… ahem. "B'miel's always got some party or other," Cenlia says, giving K'ael a smirk, "Almost sixteen turns. How old're /you/?" But she's nodding as she calls over her shoulder to the barkeep, "Gonna make some Flamin' Ovines!" and at the look she gets from Beldar, the girl adds hastily, "Swaer, I ain't gonna break anybody's face this time!" F'yr's arrival is greeted with another smile and a, "Hey," as Cenlia takes a big bite of sweetroll, leaving Charmer and Rogue to sneak into the table toward those fritters.
Iroha's look can only really be described as horrified for K'ael's suggestion. "Oh no. No no no no. It was one of those horrid little creatures that tore up my flower bed and got me banned from the Hold garden for a whole season!" And that, for those paying attention, is why she cannot stand firelizards. When the food arrives, she snatches up a plate and curls up in her chair, balancing in on her knees and curving her hands around it protectively. No thieving, grr. "Not allowed to drink at Ista," she explains for the other girl, her lack of drinking experience. "Not until you're sixteen, anyway. No one ever would tell me why. It just," and she can do a really good impression of snitty Holder matron, "wasn't done." At odds with her voice is her cheeky grin. Though her expression damps right down, suddenly, and she takes a large bite of a meatroll rather than speak.
F'yr is quick to snag a bite as well while she's waiting on her order, passing little bits off to her firelizard on her shoulder before taking big hearty bites of the roll herself. "Drinking is overrated," is her opinion on that matter, glancing between one young teen and the other that would have been too young to drink elsewhere. But then something seems to perk her attention, and she tilts her head over towards Cenlia. "Who's face did you break in? Sounds like the kind of party that'd be better to be 'round than sitting in this stuffy tavern. Looks like it's the place everyone goes to when they're bored or cold." Herself included as she gets just a simple hot klah mug set down in front of her.
K'ael grins back at Cenlia. Iro was nearly sixteen. Old enough to corrupt. At least a little. He wouldn't be able to go overboard with her, since he was supposed to be looking out for her, after all. "B'miel? Heh. I'm old. Twenty-four now." He frowns a bit at his old age, then peers at Cenlia. "Uh. Are you sure this is safe? My face is my livelyhood." Pommel at least is nice enough to share his plate of fritters with the other two flits. K'ael chuckles to Iroha. "Not all of them are horrible." He nods in confirmation with Iro's story about not being able to drink. "No one ever told me, either." His brow wrinkles at F'yr. "So are you bored, or cold then?"
Cenlia quirks an eyebrow at Iroha, "Tore up a flower garden? Hunh, worst mine ever did is steal some guy's underpants," and she doesn't bother explaining /that/ as her eyebrows go up, "Sixteen? Shards, sounds awful stuffy." She turns her grin towards F'yr, "Get enough booze into just about anybody, and it's fun to watch," and then she shrugs lightly, smirking a bit, "Threw a bottle at Sigam. He was askin' for it." To K'ael she nods and says, "B'miel's a greenrider in Nebula Wing. Knows where all the best parties are, all around Pern." But she waves off the question of safety as a number of bottles arrive, instead starting to mix liquids in an empty glass, "So long as you can hold yer booze," and there's a slight snicker from the girl.
"Yes," stubbornly, "they are." Iroha makes a face at K'ael, oh-so-very mature and little sisterish. Bleah. And her laugh, that psychotic-sounding cackle that fills the air and bounces off the walls no matter how hard she tries to modulate it, rings forth directly after the face pulling. It cuts off as abruptly as ever, too, with an audible click of her teeth. Oooops. "Yeah, the first Turn I managed to beg the head gardener into letting me have control over a patch. I don't know what got in there, but someone's flit - or maybe flits - tore it up something awful just as the seedlings were sprouting. And it was -my- fault, somehow." Even after how ever many Turns, the story makes her pout. Stupid head gardener person. She blinks then as all those bottles arrive, going a little gape-jawed even. "What in the blazes are you doing?" Stare.
"Not /everyone/ is fun with too much booze," says F'yr to Cenlia, shaking her head lightly, and then she looks at the other girl for a moment before grinning toothily. "Nice job on that nose. Checked it out the other night," she says with a giggle, giving her open a poke before lifting the mug to her mouth. Pain towards others seems to lift the brownrider's mood a little. "Bet he was asking for it, though I didn't get the details. Course I'm all about direct contact. More personal, I told him. Right, Mike? It ain't like your face hasn't been broken in many times already, it's a surprise a the shape of a fist hasn't stayed there." She points a finger to the bronzer's face before frowning a moment and then shrugging. "Both."
K'ael blinks. "Stole some guy's underpants? What in the shards for?" He shrugs to Cenlia. "I was eighteen or so when I got to Ista, so I never really was affected by it." He nods to her. "Just a strange name. R'miel is my brother." There's a bit of a blink at the number of bottles that arrive. "You sure this is a good drink to start off Iroha's career with? Anyways, who is Sigam?" K'ael sticks his tongue out at F'yr. "You take advantage because you know I can't hit you back."
Cenlia blinks at Iroha, and her …laugh. But then Cen wrinkles her nose, "Sure it was flits an' not a canine? Shards, if that happened here…" she thinks a moment, "…I'd probably end up re-planting," and there's a lopsided grin at Iroha, "Shoulda seen the mess the ovines made in the garden. Shards, I'm glad there's always candidates around to help out," and her grin falters, just for a moment, before she's looking back down at the bottles, mischief in her eyes, "I'm making a Flamin' Ovine." The liquid in the glass is quickly turning cloudy white, but another bottle being poured creates a layer of yellow, and another few types of juice and booze have it fading into a layer of bright orange, and then finally red. Using a spoon, Cen dips and wiggles, creating squiggles of color where the layers meet. It might, perhaps, look like an ovine on fire? Or maybe a cloud with a flaming mohawk. Either way, it's colorful. F'yr gets a giggle, Cenlia saying, "Sigam's lucky I didn't have m' shovel," though she eyes K'ael's face a moment, curiously, the way she might eye the shrubbery. "Sigam's some dragonhealer here. Thought he was alright till he stuck his nose where is didn't beling," but Cen's in too good a mood to sulk over that, instead grinning and shrugging, "M' brow flit, Trouble, he gets into everything." And that's as much explanation as she gives, instead looking surprised for a moment and eyeing K'ael more critically as she says, "R'miel's bother? Really? You any good makin' pastries?" Her voice is absurdly hopeful.
Iroha blinks, too, "Wait, what, my career? Who told you!?" Misunderstanding, yay! She is not talking about drinking careers, that's probably obvious, and she assuming K'ael's not, either. But the fierce look that's being directed to the bronzer gets transferred to Cenlia, softening slightly as she nods. "Definitely flits. They, it, whatever, left scrabbly little footprints in ever patch of dirt that wasn't torn up." Soon enough she falls into silence, though, listening to the other conversations and watching in utter fascination as that drink layers colours. Wooooow.
F'yr blinks at Iroha's outburst, pursing her lips toughtfully at the younger girl before turning back to Cenlia and the concoction. "That doesn't look too safe," she comments, sitting back with her klah in between her as if the drink might burn her. "Aw, don't say that. Sigam's at least a good guy. Well, the few times I did meet him that is." She gives K'ael a snort over the rim of her mug, taking a big gulp of the warm drink to help warm herself. "Take advantage of you? That what you say? And who said you can't hit back, I always thought you just enjoyed taking a beating at the end."
K'ael just sort of… stares as Cenlia mixes all those things into one glass. "That tastes good? Or just looks pretty?" It looks like the sort of drink that would make a grown man cry, really. "Ah. You should introduce yourself to him, Iro." Then he blinks at the other gardener. "What? What did I do? Told me what?" There's a chuckle to Cenlia's inquiry about pastries. "Alas, no. I can't bake at all. Maybe I can convince him to make some though and bring them along next time." There's a grunt for F'yr. "If I hit you back I'd break you."
Cenlia shakes her head, "Any flits mess up the garden here, I'll take a shovel to 'em." By the fritter plate, Charmer peers over at Cenlia and croons. The girl waggles a finger at the firelizard, adding mock-threateningly, "Or ask one of them shiny dragons if they want little snack." Charmer just lets out what might be close to a purr, apparently unfazed by this. Getting another empty glass, Cen nudges the Flamin' Ovine towards the center of the table, "Who wants to try it first?" She grins lopsidedly at F'yr and K'ael, "Nobody's died from one yet. An' I been drinkin' 'em for sevendays. Tastes alright, more've a chaser, though."
Iroha lifts her eyes from the crazy-coloured drink, "I like it." Based just on hue alone. Shiny! "I'll probably meet him eventually… oh! You mean you don't know?" This has the teen bouncing in her chair, swinging her guarded plate off her knees and back on to the table. She has to clamber to her feet to dig through her pockets and pouches, and finally "Ah!" Beaming fit to break her face, she holds out a little circular patch for K'ael's inspection. A dragonhealer's patch. "Thank you." Simply, and will probably fly over his head, but that's all he's getting in company. It's back to peering at the drink, and the flits, and Cenlia, and finally, "K'ael will!" she cheerfully volunteers him. Because she's annoying like that.
F'yr wrinkles her nose up at the drink, shaking her head to Cenlia. "I don't drink," she says, her way of refusing the drink. Well, she didn't drink, but she definitely wasn't going to touch that thing right now. She waves her hand at K'ael since he was the only person left anyway, her eyes catching Iroha's new patch. "Finally, Iro," she says with a giggle. "Congrats on getting that up now. Guess I'll be seeing more of you." While she had a congratulatory smile for the girl, her face falls at the reminder and she distracts herself by rolling her eyes at K'ael. "I'd like to see you try. You wouldn't even get close."
K'ael gives Charmer a little rub for his effort. He was cute! K'ael liked cute things. A lot. That's why he hung around with younger gals and had three flits and four cats. "Heh, I'll keep my flits with me while I'm here, then. So they aren't buried alive or something." There's a blink to the drink, then he turns to Iro as she present her patch. "Hey! That's great, Iro!" The thank you is blinked at, yep, right over his head. He just grins at her. "I'm glad you decided to stick it out. Nrk!" Then he's being volunteered for the… drink thing in the center of the table. He finishes off the rest of his ale, then moves to pick it up. "Alright then… here goes." He takes a long sip of it, wrinkling up his face. He swallows, then coughs a bit.
"Wish I had some tuber ale," Cenlia says, eyeing the bottles on the table, "These'd go pretty good with some shot glasses of tuber ale, and works bettern' water or beer." But she's snickering as Iroha volunteers K'ael, though the dragonhealer patch gets a raised eyebrow, Cen saying to the other gardener, "Guess I ain't gonna see you in the garden much, then." Still, this calls for celebration, and Cen starts pouring liquids into a new glass. Charmer croooons happily at K'ael, and even Rogue is stretching out his neck hopefully. She watches K'ael swallow the Flamin' Ovine, unable to conceal a giggle at his expression, "Shoulda seen the ovine that actually caught on fire. Thought it was gonna burn the weyr down."
Iroha happily puts the patch safely back in a different pouch from the one she found it in. Her chuckle is almost worse than her belly-laugh, a wicked little sound as predictably K'ael's clueless. Ain't he cute? "Thanks, but probably not. I won't be going near the major injuries for Turns yet. I'm probably going to be spending most of my time in classrooms at first, anyway. I need to learn how to use a -computer.-" From technophobic Weyr to technological haven, ack! Across to Cenlia, a big ol' grin, "Oh, you can't get rid of me that easily! I need to beg a little plot somewhere. K'ael gave me some seeds from his folks before I came down here, some flowers and grapes even, and I really want to grow them." From fellow plant-lover back to bronzer, "So, is it safe for me to try?" Ah ha, so there was a plan behind the volunteering.
"Guess that's true," F'yr answers with a little bit of a pout. "'Least you're getting to do what you wanna do, and maybe they'll let you poke 'round here and there between the busy work." She smirks as she watches K'ael's reaction, amused, while she gulps her own non-alcoholic beverage.
K'ael coughs a bit to get his throat cleared. "That's uh… interesting. I guess I'll finish it off unless Iro wants to try it?" Or was she getting her own glass? He grins to Cenlia. "I can get you some. Well, get some for here. I mean, I've been doing transport runs, if Beldar agrees I can probably get some here." He gives the blue a scritch, too, peering at Iroha confusedly. Hey, he'd been trying to get Ista to introduce some technology into its routine, but his techcrafters kept running off back to Landing. He slides the glass to Iroha. "I guess. It might burn a little, though."
"If you need to learn to use a computer, 'm brother Eled's a computercrafter here. He's kinda stuffy, but he can show ya how to use 'em - 's his job now I guess," Cenlia shrugs and then grins a bit at Iroha, "Got plenty of space in the garden. Can set aside some beds if you want, come spring." Cenlia finishes creating the second glass of Flamin' Ovine,grins as she sees K'ael handing his to Iroha, suggesting, "Should drink it all in one go - easier to swallow that way." Not to mention easier on the tongue. Cen then beams at K'ael, "Shards, could definitely use some tuber ale here."
See now that? Was a dumb thing to say in front of Iroha, Cenlia. Because this girl? -Will.- On an almost empty stomach with no tolerance for alcohol what-so-ever, being teetotal by necessity up until now. "Iro does want to try it," she confirms, giddy and happy and reckless. "Would you? Oh that's great Cenlia, thanks!" Her final words, before she does indeed snatch that glass up and tip it back, and back, and… oh heck. Glass comes back down to the table with a thunk, green eyes going wide as her hand claps over her mouth. Whirling, tripping, and then running out the door. Oh heck oh heck. Urp. She won't be coming back either, instead slinking off to her cot after her stomach is emptied.
"Well, I knew that drink looked evil," F'yr says with a frown instead as she watches the younger girl drink her booze. But at that reaction, the brownrider hops up from the table immediately, rushing after Iroha to make sure that the girl is alright. At least Fy got to finish her mug of klah before going after the girl, not even pausing to say goodbye to K'ael or Cenlia.
"I have techcrafter repellent on me or something. First Aryll went back to Landing, then Chaise, too." K'ael chuckles. "I'm sure your brother would be safe though, as I don't plan on wooing him." He looks to the swirling glass of death. "All in one go? I don't-" But Iroha is going for it! Then… running for it. He blinks a bit and gets up. "Iro-!" Then plunks back down. "Bleh. I hope she'll be alright." F'yr seems to be heading off after her, anyways. K'ael eyes the drink, then picks it up to show it who is boss. He comes of coughing again, but thankfully doesn't spew.
Cen blinks, looking a bit sheepish at Iroha's reaction to downing the drink, and watching the other girl flee the tavern while Charmer chirps and tilts his head curiously. Rubbing the back of her neck, Cen furrows her brow, mumbling, "Sure hope she's alright…" Watching F'yr race off as well, Cen can only shake her head, but there's a second Flamin' Ovine sitting in front of her and, well, waste not, right? Cen tips it back and swallows the entire glassful, only clearing her throat a little as she thunks the now-empty glass back down. "Shards, might be too sweet," Cen muses, though that likely isn't the main problem with the drink. But, seeing that K'ael is still sitting there, she can't help but grin crookedly and ask the bronzer, "Y'want another?"
K'ael shrugs a bit to Cenlia. "Heh, she has a bit of a weak stomach? Maybe next time we'll try her out on some wine… Hopefully it doesn't spoil her off it, like the pie-eating contest." He stares a bit as Cenlia downs the other drink. "Shards." He's feeling less of a man, now! So when Cenlia asks he just… nonchalantly shrugs. "Sure, why not?" He eats some meatrolls in the meantime, and asks a waitress to bring him another ale and a glass of water. Just in case.
"Pie-eating contest?" Cenlia raises an eyebrow, though she seems to consider a moment before saying, "Wine's a good start, 'specially fruit wines. Ain't strong, an some're no worsen' juice." While she gets to work on another Flamin' Ovine, she grins at K'ael, saying, "Gonna try an' make is less sweet this time. Figure it might go down easier." Riight. As if anything could make such a drink go down easier.
K'ael nods. "We had a pie eating contest for the candidates when Iroha was standing. She beat the pants off everyone, but ended up hurking up the pies. She won't eat sweets now, heh. Obviously we uh… compensated for her size and all. I think she might like wine. As long as it's not too sweet." He watches her mix the drink, giving the flits little pets. "Uh. Whatever you say. You knew my brother then? How long have you been at Xanadu?"
Cen quirks an eyebrow, tilting her head to the side and saying, "Won't eat sweets? Shards, that ain't any fun," or at least, it isn't to Cenlia, whose love of pastry is second only to her love of booze. "Winning ain't worth gettin' sick," the gardener girl decides, though she grins at the mention of K'ael's brother, saying, "Been at Xanadu a couple of turns now. Was gonna trade R'miel a bottle of peach brandy for a tray of pastries, but never got around to it." She sighs, lamenting the loss of pastry, though her expression quickly shifts into mischievous as she says, "Was this one time, had a whole swarm of trundlebugs end up in m' bed. Got them in places nothin' ain't /ever/ supposed to go," and she scrunches up her face at the memory, "Got mosta m' clothes off before R'miel hauled me off to the bathing caverns and dunked me. Dunno what he was doin' in just his shorts, but shards, thought Thea was gonna die laughing." Cen snickers about the incident /now/, but at the time it was properly horrifying. Charmer and Rogue croon happily at K'ael, and it's not long before Cenlia's other two firelizards, booze-brown Trouble and bright blue Mizzle make their way over as well. If the bronzer's not careful, he's going to get mobed by the flock of them. Cenlia doesn't notice the arroval of her other firelizards, instead finishing off the final layer of the next glass of Flamin' Ovine, and dipping the spoon to make squiggly-flame designs in it.
"You know who also doesn't like sweets? One of your weyrwomen. Thea." K'ael states matter-of-factly. He doesn't elaborate though, that'll be up to Cenlia to ask about. "Oh? Maybe I could help facilitate the transaction. For a fee." Then he wrinkles his nose. "Ew, sharding trundlebugs. I hate them. Heh, who knows with Ram. Him and Ysa were probably having tumbles someplace random. I caught them once, in the records room at Xanadu." He blinks as more firelizards show up. Thankfully his other two were just one step above wild, and didn't usually travel with him. He provides them all with scritches, but there was only one plate of fritters, so it's first come first serve. "You're really going to town on that thing, aren't you? You do want me to drink it, right?"
Cenlia's eyebrows go up, "Thea dun't like sweets? Hunh." She does grin though, telling K'ael, "I can pay ya in booze," and then her eyes fairly sparkle with mischief as she tacks on, "Got a whole keg of homebrew fermenting. Give it a few sevendays, and it'll be ready to drink." She lets out a snicker-snort as he mentions R'miel and Ysa tumbling, the girl saying, "Ysa did show up right then too, though R'miel was actin' funny, like he didn't know who she was." As she finishes making flamey-squiggles in the drink, she slides it over toward K'ael, saying, "Gotta practice. Figure if I don't, m' brother'll get bettern' me." She starts on creating yet another one, even before she finishes speaking.
K'ael nods to her, all serious-like. "Yeah. I mean, I was very sweet to her and she didn't seem to like me." He chuckles. "What, you keep your brewing station in your dorm room or something? Growing the tubers yourself? Crazy girl." He blinks a bit at her. "Huh. Maybe memory loss runs in our family. I got clunked in the head once real bad and lost my memory for a couple of weeks. It was horrible. I cried a lot, because I couldn't remember who anyone was." He takes the drink from her. "It is a contest?" He takes a deep breath, then goes about downing the ovine. Following it up by some ale and then water.
"Sure she wasn't all proddy?" Cenlia asks, raising an eyebrow at K'ael, "Thea was threatening to shoot X'hil with her crossbow if his bronze flew Seryth." There's a pause, Cen actually frowning slightly, "Shards, hope Sir Kinseth didn't catch her. Was bad enough when X'hil broke quarantine and Thea was mad at him. She might actually shoot him this time." But the grin soon returns as she says, "Ain't in the dorms," and there's a wink, just before she swallows the Flamin' Ovine she was maving. Yep, the entire glass. A slight clearing of her throat, but she's ack to work on another one, saying, "Hunh," as her only response to the memory loss. She watches him down his drink, then nods, "Eledi's outta practice. But he's been gettin' back into drinking since he got back from Ista."
K'ael blinks. "Oh right. She was proddy." Then he laughs. "Why? X'hil is the weyrsecond here. Plus his bronze sired my Azaeth, along with D'son's bronze. Seryth should be so lucky. Of course, he was at the beach with us when she did flew. Azaeth caught though. I think he wanted me to get thrown out of Ista so he could fly some different golds, honestly." He blinks to her. "Where do you keep it then? I can keep a secret!" The bronzer sticks to his ale for now, letting his stomach settle. "I'm out of practice, too. It's not in good form for the weyrleader to be stumbling around drunk." Though he wasn't weyrleader anymore! And already on his way to drunk.
"Huh, really?" Cenlia's eyebrows go up again, "Shards, Sir Kinseth's old," and she grins a bit, not really meaning it. But then the girl laughs, "Thea was mad 'cause Seryth wanted Sir Kinseth - /only/ Sir Kinseth - to fly her." She continues to snicker, "Shards, he caught her last time, but they were in the infirmary at the time, an' I think everybody was dosed on fellis." There's a pause as Cenlia peers more sharply at K'ael, "Weyrl-" she blinks, and then giggles. Of course she'd probably heard his name somewhere, though she might not rememebr it now. But she grins, "Well, better you than X'hil. 'Least you ain't stuck workin' with Thea afterwards." But she just grins and doesn't answer about the still, instead saying, "My friend Izzy's got stuff brewing too. Should be a good party when m' turnday rolls around." She finishes making the next Flamin' Ovine and slides this one toward K'ael too, starting on creating another one immediately.
K'ael chuckles. "I suppose he is, sort of? Azaeth isn't that old really. Still a kid." Some kid though! "Ah, heh. See, my Azaeth doesn't just chase for the girls. He likes to beat out the other dragons, too. You know, prove he's the best bronze around and all that egotistical stuff." He grins to her. I mean, he was awful young to be an ex-weyrleader anyways. "Maybe he'll give Kilaueth a run for her money next time she flies." He chuckles. "Heh, no, I'm not. I get to go back to being a slacker. When's your turnday, then? I'll have to make sure to bring you some pastries then." The drink is eyed, then downed. He wasn't going to let some teenager out drink him! But the bronzer is really starting to feel it.
Cenlia laughs, "Bet Sir Kinseth wasn't happy about that," though she continues to grin as she says, "Well, Sir Kinseth's the best getaway dragon on Pern. Ain't no dragon as good at that as him." Unless proven otherwise, of course. But she pauses in her drink-mixing to tilt her head at K'ael, saying, "Shards, D'son looks younger'n you. And Weyrwoman Niva is…" Cen shakes her head, her holdbred sensibilities likely finding /that/ situation a tad unsettling. Bet hey, it's not like the weyrleaders are weyrmates or anything, and so she quickly moves off the subject, instead asking, "How'd you lose your knot?" She's assuming he lost it, of course. Though she continues, saying, "M' turnday's in a couple of sevedays," and the mention of pastries has her looking positively gleeful. Finishing making this Flamin' Ovine, she downs it with another throat-clearing, and starts on another one, her movements just a bit less coordinated now. But still, for her size, she should have been well and truly sozzled by now.
K'ael chuckles. "No idea. The best getaway dragon, hm? I'm not sure Azaeth's ever really been a getaway dragon to anyone besides myself." He nods. "D'son is younger than me by about four turns or so." Then he laughs. "Weyrwoman Niva isn't /that/ old. I've slept with older riders than her, for sure." Meaning: Dels could have it worse. A lot worse. He chuckles. "Fought too much with the weyrwoman. I'm sure you've met Ysa before. She can be pretty bovine-headed. A couple of sevendays! That's exciting. Sixteen was a long ways off for me, now. Which sounds horrible. I'm old."
"She's old ennough t' be my ma! At Least!" and from the way Cen looks at K'ael, possibly his too. Though the horrified expression doesn't last long, the girl instead frowning a bit and saying, "Ysa? She really that bad?" There's a pause, the girl pondring a moment before saying, "She likes booze. Brought us all Igen Firewater when we'd gotten stuck in the infirmary after the ovines got out." One thing for sure, Xanadu's certainly not dull. Though apparently Cenlia hasn't seen any worse sides of Ysa, the girl saying, "Was sorry she left. She seemed pretty swell, even after she chewed out X'hil for breaking quarantine." And there's a slight grimace, likely in sympathy for the poor, oft-yelled-at weyrsecond. But there is booze, and thus Cen's mind turns to more pleasant things, the girl eyeing K'ael with a grin. "Shards, you are old," Cen agrees cheerfully, putting the finishing touches on the latest Flamin' Ovine and sliding it his way.
K'ael laughs. Yeah, Niva was old enough to be his mother. "Heh, unfortunately Azaeth has caught the dragon of a woman old enough to be my grandma. The first gold he caught." The bronzer shudders. He shrugs. "Just different. Not exactly my type of weyrwoman, I guess. Didn't like a lot of what I had to say, even though I was weyrleader before she was weyrwoman." His brow furrows. He likely wouldn't be confessing his issues with a stranger if he wasn't… tipsy. Then he gasps and shakes his finger at Cenlia. "You're not supposed to agree with me… you young… whizpermapper. Flippersmasher… whippernasher!"
[Xanadu Weyr] Satoris flails… My one coke glass just fell off the counter.
Cenlia makes a face, shaking her head and muttering, "Shards," at the idea of him bedding a woman old enough to be his grandmother. So scandalous! Well, in a hold, anyway. "Huh, how long were ya weyrleader?" Cenlia asks, her most recent attempt to mix a Flamin' Ovine turning out more pink than flamey. Whoops, guess someone's getting a bit tipsy, as she apparently pours too much of what might be redfruit juice into the thing. The girl bursts out giggling at K'ael, "Ya mean whippersnapper?" But after a moment, as she slides the latest and swfully pink Flamin' Ovine toward him, she says, "Think X'hil's older though, by a turn maybe." But this has her pausing, a slight crease on her brow as her slightly muzzy mind tries to recollect, "He told me awhile back how old he was…"
K'ael finally gets around to picking up that drink, and drinking it down. They went down a lot smoother when you were drunk! "Uhh…" Is his response when she asks him how long he was weyrleader. He counts on his fingers. "Three turns, or so." He holds up two fingers to her. Then he peers to the latest drink. "Ew, that's red." Whatever that means. "Yeah!" He exclaims, a little too loudly because a lot of people look over. "That's what you are. This looks funny." He peers at her. "You spikin' my drinks, miss? X'hil impressed a long time ago though. When he was just a lad. Hah. A lad. A tad of a lad."
Cenlia giggles at the man, grinning at his answer to how long he'd been weyrleader. The girl peers at the pink drink, then smirks, "Yep," in answer. How does one spike an alcoholic drink? Who knows. But apparently she can. Or at least Cen pretends she can, already starting on another Flamin' Ovine. She nods about X'hil, "Impressed when he was twelve turns, shards," she rememebers that at least, adding on, "Impressed th' day after he wash searched!" She sounds rather impressed, though it might be the booze, as she downs yet another glass of… well, this one didn't make it to the Flamin' stage, and ended up being just very colorful as she knocks it back. There's a burp that escapes, which sets her to giggling, the saying to K'ael, "Shards, ya really can't hold yer booze. Dunno what is it with ya bronzers…" Well, all the ones she's gone drinking with have passed out long before she has, at least.
K'ael didn't know how you spike an alcoholic drink, either. But he apparently thinks Cenlia can! He nods to her. "Yeah that's what I've heard. The luck on that guy or something." He giggles when she burps as well. "Hah, that was a good one. Do it again." He peers down at the glass that keeps refilling itself. "I think… I may had too much ta drink. Is your bed big enough for both of us?" What a pickup line! "Cause I think I think I have to sleep over. If it's not I can just… crash on the floor or somethin…." In his chair, because that's what it looks like he's about to do, wobbling back and forth like he is.
Cenlia doesn't bother making another Flamin' Ovine - she just takes a swig of the nearest bottle - redfruit juice, fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately. As requested, she lets out another burp, but the girl just doesn't have the skill for belching, this one weaker than the last one. Alas. Cenlia snorts at his glass, and delibarately refills it if it's not empty - although she's still holding the bottle of redfruit juice, so at least it can't be too bad. The girl blinks at the question about the bed, saying thoughtfully, "Dunno, don't think we'd both fit," without so much as a blush. Either she really is getting drunk now, or she's used to this sort of behavior. Given that it's Cenlia, the latter's probably more likely. In any case, the girl watches the bronzer, snickering at the wobbling and suggesting helpfully but still cheerfully, "Better sit down b'fore ya pass out."
K'ael giggles even harder at the second, smaller burp. It was just funny to him, that she would do it a second time. He leaves the refill of redfruit juice alone, apparently cutting himself off. Though he picks up his ale instead, thinking it's water. There's a frown to her when she says they won't both fit. "What if I laid on the bed then you laid on top of me? Or is that not comfortable?" He shakes his head. "I can't I gotta… go to sleep. Or something. A'for I pass it out."
Cenlia finishes off the bottle of redfruoit juice - all gone! Ah well, since K'ael's not touching his glass of red stuff, she nabs that one too, and downs it about halfway before she pauses, blinking an eyeing the thing suspisioucly with a mumbled, "This ain't booze…" But she's distracted by K'ael's suggestion, the girl apparently giving it serious thought as she nods, "Could work. Dunno though," and she peers at him, "You ain't all bony are ya? Shards, worst thing t' try an' sleep on top of somebody who ain't got no meat on 'em." Waaaiiit, how would Cenlia even know that? /Why/ would she? But an idea seems to strike her, the girl looking rather pleased as she exclaims, "I know! Thea's rug! Could sleep on that. Ain't too bad. Had to sleep on it when Thea took away our cots." She nods happily, and grabs another bottle - this one definitely some type of booze, and downs it in a few gulps. Well, /now/ she's got to be drunk.
K'ael blinks at Cenlia as she calls his drink not booze. What was he drinking, then? He peers back at her. "I'm not all boney, see!" Then he proceeds to lift up his shirt to show her. K'ael spends… a lot of his free time working out, and he has the muscles to prove it. He's all rippley! He doesn't ask why she would or wouldn't know. He knew that bones hurt. Then when she exclaims that he could sleep on 'Thea's rug' he starts laughing for perverted reason. "Haha. Well, okay." He at least has the sense of mind to put down some marks before stumbling out. Who knows if it's enough or not.
Cenlia peers at K'ael, and she definitely seems to be admiring the… view? Hey, she's drunk! She nods in agreement, "'Least y'ain't boney!" This, it seems, is met with much approval from the gardener girl, who nabs the remaining bottles as she gets up and wobbles after the bronzer. "Wait'll you see the rug," she grins, mischief written all over her face, though she doesn't know why he's laughing, instead grabbing her jacket and shrugging it partially on as her firelizards flutter after.
K'ael at least has the presence of mind to know he's too drunk to be betweening. He doesn't though, have enough to realize he shouldn't be going home with a fifteen turn old girl. So off he goes. He also doesn't realize that he's put down all the marks in his wallet, and essentially bought all the bottles for Cenlia and then some. When they get to the room and he spots the rug he peers at her. "Nooo more flamin' ovines…" Then he flops onto her bed and passes out. Ha! Now she has to pick whether she wants to sleep on a bronzer or on a flamin' ovine.
Cenlia continues to down bottles and is unfortunately too sozzled by the time she gets to the dorms to care about a bronzer in her bed. She snickers at the ovine rug, and then flops right onto the bed, bottles clinking as they tumble onto the rug. Also, she steals the blankets. How evil. It's too bad Eledri has his own room off in the craft complex, because what a thing for a big brother to walk in on, really.
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package com.mysql.jdbc;

import java.io.Reader;
import java.sql.NClob;
import java.sql.RowId;
import java.sql.SQLXML;
import java.sql.SQLException;

import com.mysql.jdbc.Connection;
import com.mysql.jdbc.MysqlDefs;
import com.mysql.jdbc.SQLError;
import com.mysql.jdbc.ServerPreparedStatement;
import com.mysql.jdbc.ServerPreparedStatement.BindValue;

public class JDBC4ServerPreparedStatement extends ServerPreparedStatement {

	public JDBC4ServerPreparedStatement(MySQLConnection conn, String sql,
			String catalog, int resultSetType, int resultSetConcurrency)
			throws SQLException {
		super(conn, sql, catalog, resultSetType, resultSetConcurrency);
		// TODO Auto-generated constructor stub
	}

	/**
	 * @see java.sql.PreparedStatement#setNCharacterStream(int, java.io.Reader,
	 *      long)
	 */
	public void setNCharacterStream(int parameterIndex, Reader reader,
			long length) throws SQLException {
		// can't take if characterEncoding isn't utf8
		if (!this.charEncoding.equalsIgnoreCase("UTF-8")
				&& !this.charEncoding.equalsIgnoreCase("utf8")) {
			throw SQLError
					.createSQLException("Can not call setNCharacterStream() when connection character set isn't UTF-8", getExceptionInterceptor());
		}

		checkClosed();

		if (reader == null) {
			setNull(parameterIndex, java.sql.Types.BINARY);
		} else {
			BindValue binding = getBinding(parameterIndex, true);
			setType(binding, MysqlDefs.FIELD_TYPE_BLOB);

			binding.value = reader;
			binding.isNull = false;
			binding.isLongData = true;

			if (this.connection.getUseStreamLengthsInPrepStmts()) {
				binding.bindLength = length;
			} else {
				binding.bindLength = -1;
			}
		}
	}

	/**
	 * @see java.sql.PreparedStatement#setNClob(int, java.sql.NClob)
	 */
	public void setNClob(int parameterIndex, NClob x) throws SQLException {
		setNClob(parameterIndex, x.getCharacterStream(), this.connection
				.getUseStreamLengthsInPrepStmts() ? x.length() : -1);
	}

	/**
	 * JDBC 4.0 Set a NCLOB parameter.
	 *
	 * @param parameterIndex
	 *            the first parameter is 1, the second is 2, ...
	 * @param reader
	 *            the java reader which contains the UNICODE data
	 * @param length
	 *            the number of characters in the stream
	 *
	 * @throws SQLException
	 *             if a database error occurs
	 */
	public void setNClob(int parameterIndex, Reader reader, long length)
			throws SQLException {
		// can't take if characterEncoding isn't utf8
		if (!this.charEncoding.equalsIgnoreCase("UTF-8")
				&& !this.charEncoding.equalsIgnoreCase("utf8")) {
			throw SQLError
					.createSQLException("Can not call setNClob() when connection character set isn't UTF-8", getExceptionInterceptor());
		}

		checkClosed();

		if (reader == null) {
			setNull(parameterIndex, java.sql.Types.NCLOB);
		} else {
			BindValue binding = getBinding(parameterIndex, true);
			setType(binding, MysqlDefs.FIELD_TYPE_BLOB);

			binding.value = reader;
			binding.isNull = false;
			binding.isLongData = true;

			if (this.connection.getUseStreamLengthsInPrepStmts()) {
				binding.bindLength = length;
			} else {
				binding.bindLength = -1;
			}
		}
	}

	/**
	 * @see java.sql.PreparedStatement#setNString(int, java.lang.String)
	 */
	public void setNString(int parameterIndex, String x) throws SQLException {
		if (this.charEncoding.equalsIgnoreCase("UTF-8")
				|| this.charEncoding.equalsIgnoreCase("utf8")) {
			setString(parameterIndex, x);
		} else {
			throw SQLError
					.createSQLException("Can not call setNString() when connection character set isn't UTF-8", getExceptionInterceptor());
		}
	}

	public void setRowId(int parameterIndex, RowId x) throws SQLException {
		JDBC4PreparedStatementHelper.setRowId(this, parameterIndex, x);
	}

	public void setSQLXML(int parameterIndex, SQLXML xmlObject)
			throws SQLException {
		JDBC4PreparedStatementHelper.setSQLXML(this, parameterIndex, xmlObject);
	}
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PREDICTIONS BY MEHER BABA.
4th June 1927, Meherabad
Meherabad had no rains. Meher Baba directed Adi K Irani to go out and shout "come down rain" soon dark clouds gathered and it began to rain.
24th May 1932, USA
Elizabeth Patterson was driving her car for Meher Baba in USA. Meher Baba gave her a pink flower and asked her to keep it safe and also note the date. Baba had frequently indicated that He has to shed His blood on American soil.
Exactly after 20 years, the accident took place on 24th May, 1952, in which Meher Baba's car driven by Elizabeth was proceeding to Ojai in the West Coast. Meher Baba and others had serious injuries and were hospitalized.
Meher Baba said, "I have drawn a circle around Switzerland so that it will not be involved in the coming war." Switzerland was the only country in Europe which was not involved in World War II of 1939.
October, 1943, at Lahore
Baba revealed mandali; "India will be divided into two countries in future." He also drew up a line on the ground at particular place and said this will be the boundary line. In August, 1947, India and Pakistan were formed and there arose a dispute about the boundary close to the place referred by Baba in 1943.
30 th January, 1948
Meher Baba indicated to mandali in the morning, "A very significant event will take place today." In the evening at 5 PM Adi sr. brought the news that Mahatma Gandhi was assassinated.
July 1967, Meherazad
In intense hot summer, Meher Baba permitted Padri to sink a bore well. He reported to Meher Baba that no water was sighted even after drilling to 78 feet and wanted to give up. Baba instructed him to dig another 5 feet and by doing so ample supply of clear soft water was available at 83 feet.
No Sadguru will come into lime light for 100 years after I drop my body
Meher Baba said, the present five Perfect Masters will not come into prominence after I drop My body. Meher Baba seldom mentioned the current five Perfect Masters on Earth (in the 1960's, He noted three were Hindu and two were Muslim), and later made it clear to the mandali that the five living Perfect Masters would not be in the limelight for at least one hundred years after He, the Avatar, dropped His body. It may be wise to conclude, therefore, that if anyone claims to be a Perfect Master within this span of time (1969 to 2069); He should be looked upon with considerable suspicion. In 1954, Meher Baba stated that as many as seventy-seven false Avatars or Messiahs would arise during His advent, which may imply that many will arise after He dropped the body in 1969, which has been observed to be the tragic case in both the East and West.
His next as Avatar-a male scientist
For the first time in recorded history, the Avatar has given us specific information about His return. In 1963, Baba remarked: "My next advent will be after seven hundred years when all five Perfect Masters will be men."
(1) Baba reiterated His plan to return in seven hundred years on many occasions. A typical comment, made in 1954, was: "I will come back again after seven hundred years; this much I can say now."
(2) Baba tells us also that the Avatar will be male and will be born in the East. From the advents of Jesus and Muhammad, we can infer that "the East" includes the Middle East as well as the Far East. "The Avatar has always been and will always be born in Asia. This is because of the peculiar situation there in the evolution of the universe and the existence of the gross plane which necessitates the manifestation of the Avatar only on that particular continent."
(3) Baba also said that the next Avatar's mother will be the soul who was Gaimai Irani and that His father will be the soul who was Kharman Masi, both Indians during Baba's life.
(4) Of course, the humour is that those individuals are now dead, and we have no way of knowing who they will be in coming incarnations. The next Avatar will be a scientist, and He will visit Japan.
(5) There is no evidence that the Avatar will be born in Japan, however. Interestingly, Baba visited Japan in this advent.
The Avatar usually comes during periods of great turmoil and spiritual ignorance. His next advent will be an exception to the general pattern, however. Baba explained: "When I come again after seven hundred years, the evolution of consciousness will have reached such an apex that materialistic tendencies will be automatically transmuted into spiritual longing, and the feeling of equality in spiritual brotherhood will prevail."
(6) Unfortunately, this spiritual state of affairs will not last, and materialistic tendencies will again predominate.
(7) With His characteristic charm and humour, Baba has given us the bare essentials of His next advent. There is enough detail to leave suffering humanity with hope, but part of the humour of the situation is that we cannot control when or where we reincarnate, so that our ability to "plan ahead" is seriously limited.
Although trying to speculate about the future is of little spiritual value, one has to believe that the Avatar will again surprise us all by defying orthodox expectations. Will He observe silence? Will He take birth in India? Will there be orthodox churches of a Baba religion along with priests and clergy of Meherism?
He is not likely to repeat a previous advent in His external behaviour. The magnetic quality of the personality will be the same, as will the core message to love God. The style of life and the emphasis of the teachings will probably differ. Buddha, unlike Krishna, did not counsel armies and encourage His followers to fight. Jesus, unlike Buddha, did not "start monastic orders and performed numerous public miracles. Muhammad, unlike Jesus, did not proclaim Himself to be an Avatar, left a book of revealed truth, and founded a religion with specific rituals. Meher Baba, unlike Muhammad, did not establish a religion, clearly proclaimed Himself as an Avatar, and encouraged His followers to enjoy His image in films, paintings, and photos.
So the Avatar will return to us with His love and His humour in seven hundred years. His love for humanity moved Him to tell us when He would return to sustain us during the interim. His humour will return with Him, as it always does. Those who expect to find an Avatar who duplicates the external life of Meher Baba will be disappointed, and those who are rigidly attached to an orthodox religion may miss Him. As always, He will recognize His lovers and will invite them to share in His loving company and spiritual light. To His close ones, He will give the gift of obedience to His orders, and to those who are spiritually ready, He will give the supreme gift of God Realization. To the world, He will give His love, His light, His guidance and His spiritual push.
(Reference-Lord Meher, pp-6191, 4283, 1885, 2490, 4465, & 4547)
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For a comparatively small island, Ireland has made a disproportionate contribution to world literature in all its branches. Irish Literature encompasses the Irish and English languages.
The island's most widely-known literary works are undoubtedly in English. Particularly famous examples of such works are those of James Joyce, Oscar Wilde, and Ireland's four winners of the Nobel Prize for Literature; William Butler Yeats, George Bernard Shaw, Samuel Beckett and Seamus Heaney. Ireland's oldest literary traditions, however, are found in the Irish language, referred to simply as "Irish". Indeed, Irish has the third oldest literature in Europe (after Greek and Latin) [http://www.krysstal.com/langfams_indoeuro.html] and the most significant body of written literature (both ancient and recent) of any Celtic language. Furthermore, the historic influence of Irish language traditions, such as a strong oral tradition of legends and poetry, has helped make much English Literature in Ireland quite distinctive from that in other countries. From the older tradition, many Irish writers in English inherited a sense of wonder in the face of nature, a narrative style that tends towards the deliberately exaggerated or absurd and a keen sense of the power of satire. In addition, the interplay between the two languages has resulted in an English dialect, Hiberno-English, that lends a distinctive syntax and music to the literature written in it.
Irish poetry has a long and complex history. Ireland has one of the oldest vernacular literature and poetry traditions in Europe and represents a more or less unbroken cycle from the 6th century to the present day. In addition, since at least the 14th century, poetry in English has also been written in Ireland and by Irish writers abroad.
During the late Middle Ages, the old Gaelic order that had supported the old professional bards broke down, and Irish language poetry started to become marginalised and by the 19th century had entered the realm of folk art.
The 18th century witnessed both a late flowering of bardic poetry and song and the first major Irish poets in English, Jonathan Swift and Oliver Goldsmith.
In the 19th century, Irish poets writing in English set out to reinvent the Gaelic tradition in the new language, frequently translating bardic and other early Irish poets and retelling stories from Celtic mythology in Victorian verse. This trend resulted in the early work of W. B. Yeats.
At the beginning of the 20th century, Yeats' style changed under the influence of his contact with modernism. The generation of Irish poets that followed Yeats were, to simplify, divided between those who were influenced by his early Celtic style and those who followed such modernist figures as James Joyce and Samuel Beckett, both of whom wrote poetry as well as their better known fiction and drama.
During the course of the 20th century, the influence of Yeats has tended to dominate, either as a role model or as someone to rebel against. However, this period also saw the emergence of such significant figures as Patrick Kavanagh, Seamus Heaney and Brian Coffey. This period also saw a revival of poetry in Irish, at least partly as a result of government policy decisions in support of the language.
Although the epics of Medieval Ireland were written in prose and not verse, most people would probably consider that Irish fiction proper begins in the 18th century with the works of Jonathan Swift (especially "Gulliver's Travels") and Oliver Goldsmith (especially "The Vicar of Wakefield").
A number of Irish novelists emerged during the 19th century, including Maria Edgeworth, John Banim, Gerald Griffin, Charles Kickham, William Carleton, George Moore and Somerville and Ross. Most of these writers came from the ruling classes and they wrote what came to be termed "novels of the big house". Carleton was an exception, and his "Traits and Stories of the Irish Peasantry" showed life on the other side of the social divide. Bram Stoker, the Anglican author of "Dracula", was outside both traditions, as was at least the early work of Lord Dunsany.
George Moore spent much of his early career in Paris and was one of the first writers to use the techniques of the French realist novelists in English. He can be seen as one of the precursors of the most famous Irish novelist of the 20th century, James Joyce. Joyce is often regarded as the father of the literary genre "stream of consciousness" which is best exemplified in his famous work, "Ulysses". Joyce also wrote "Finnegans Wake", "Dubliners", and the semi-autobiographical "A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man". Joyce's high modernist style had its influence on coming generations of Irish novelists, most notably Samuel Beckett, Brian O'Nolan, who published as Flann O'Brien and Myles na gCopaleen, and Aidan Higgins. O'Nolan was bilingual and his fiction clearly shows the mark of the native tradition, particularly in the imaginative quality of his storytelling and the biting edge of his satire.
Cathal Ó Sándair (1922-1996), one of the most prolific Irish language authors, produced over one hundred novels, many of them westerns featuring cowboys and gun fights. Born in Weston Super Mare, England to an English father and Irish mother, his family moved to Ireland when he was a child. His first novel appeared in 1943 and featured Réics Carló, the most famous Irish language detective.
The big house novel prospered into the 20th century, and Aidan Higgins' first novel "Langrishe, Go Down" is an experimental example of the "genre". More conventional exponents include Elizabeth Bowen and Molly Keane (writing as M.J. Farrell).
With the rise of the Irish Free State and the Republic of Ireland, more novelists from the lower social classes began to emerge. Frequently, these authors wrote of the narrow, circumscribed lives of the lower-middle classes and small farmers. Exponents of this style range from Brinsley McNamara to John McGahern.
The short story has also proven popular with Irish fiction writers. Well known short story writers include Frank O'Connor and Sean O'Faolain.
Although the documented history of Irish theatre began at least as early as 1601, the earliest Irish dramatists of note were William Congreve, one of the most interesting writers of Restoration comedies, and Oliver Goldsmith and Richard Brinsley Sheridan, who were two of the most successful playwrights on the London stage in the 18th century.
In the 19th century, Dion Boucicault was an extremely popular writer of comedies. However, it was in the last decade of the century that the Irish theatre finally came of age with the emergence of George Bernard Shaw and Oscar Wilde and the establishment in Dublin in 1899 of the Irish Literary Theatre.
This last company, later to become the Abbey Theatre, performed plays by W.B. Yeats, Lady Gregory, John Millington Synge, and Sean O'Casey. Equally importantly, through the introduction by Yeats, via Ezra Pound, of elements of the Noh theatre of Japan, a tendency to mythologise quotidian situations, and a particularly strong focus on writings in dialects of Hiberno-English, the Abbey was to create a style that held a strong fascination for future Irish dramatists.
The twentieth century saw a number of Irish playwrights come to prominence. These included Samuel Beckett, Brendan Behan, Denis Johnston, Brian Friel, Frank McGuinness, Thomas Kilroy, Tom Murphy, Hugh Leonard, and John B. Keane. There was also a rise in the writing of plays in Irish, especially after the formation, in 1928, of An Taibhdhearc, a theatre dedicated to the Irish language. The Gate Theatre, also founded in 1928 by Micheál MacLiammóir, introduced Irish audiences to many of the classics of the Irish and European stage.
Since the 1970s, a number of companies have emerged to challenge the Abbey's dominance and introduce different styles and approaches. These include Focus Theatre, The Children's T Company, the Project Theatre Company, Druid Theatre, Rough Magic, TEAM, Charabanc, and Field Day. These companies have nurtured a number of writers, actors, and directors who have since gone on to be successful in London, Broadway and Hollywood.
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From mines to market, our products leave traces that span the globe. During this discussion we will explore the anonymity enabled by globalisation and the atomisation of production, in doing so considering how we occupy conflicting roles as both consumers and citizens. Beginning by watching the film Blood in the Mobile we will question how, as emerging designers, we might seek to navigate these systems of production in the future.
Gemma explores how design might be used as a medium to question the social, cultural and political facets of emerging movements, technologies and phenomena. Having recently graduated from the Master of European Design programme at GSA, Gemma is a member of Normally, a London based design studio.
This documentary reveals the gritty underside of industrial landscapes. Photographer Edward Burtynsky explores the subtle beauty amid the waste generated by slag heaps, dumps and factories. Memorable scenes include a Chinese iron factory where employees are berated to produce faster, and shots of children playing atop piles of dangerous debris. The contrasts between wealth and poverty are most striking in Shanghai, with new high-rises towering above old slums.
Can Art and Design Students Change the World's Engagement with Sustainability? The Possibility of Prophetic Nomad with response from Anthony Schrag – a Modern Day Harlot of the Desert?
This short talk will argue that pessimism about Art and Design's capacity to improve the global environmental crises needs to be robustly refuted. Drawing on a conceptualisation of the Artist and Designer as 'prophetic nomad', it suggests that the context of learning at Art School enables a range of personal characteristics to be amplified. These characteristics align with the literacies associated with environmental sustainability.


There are some clothes that show skin and are often considered not classy enough, but there are some clothes which might show skin, but can only be categorised as sensual. The saree just happens to be one such attire that sits perfectly in the second category. It is actually surprising to see that a simple piece of fabric, when draped properly can create a silhouette that could inspire poets and artists and make even a simple woman look stunning.
References of the saree can be found in the ancient scriptures of India – in Sanskrit, the word shaati and in Pali, the word shaadi can be seen multiple times, and it is probably a corruption of these words that has become the saree of today. In addition, the saree has existed in some form or the other, in almost every part of the country, as well as the Indian subcontinent; only the style of draping varies. Today, you can find the saree in so many different avatars that your mind would probably be left completely boggled.
Walk into a saree store and you will find so many options that you might feel lost – from a myriad colours to fabrics, patterns and prints, the world of the saree has expanded beyond comprehension. But the best part is that no matter what the occasion, you will be able to find a saree that works just perfectly. Let's say, you are looking for a simple saree that you can wear for a small family gathering, a cotton saree with a gold border will work great. Imagine the family is a lot bigger and there are going to be a lot more people, you can switch to an art silk saree, which looks grand, but is actually quite easy to carry.
For an office party or a social gathering, there can be nothing better than a party wear saree in easy breezy materials such as chiffon or georgette. When these sarees have been embellished with stone work or embroidery, they look so much grander, while maintaining that quintessential elegant charm. And if it is a wedding that you are shopping for, then you need to have a Banarsi or Kanjivaram silk saree, because nothing states traditional more than the traditional silks of our country. In case the wedding is a South Indian one, you could always consider a Kerala kasavu saree with work done on the borders and pallu.
A saree might be just a piece of fabric, but when it is draped around a woman and accessorised to the T, there is no attire better!
My gown is very beautiful. The fabric seems premium and the work exquisite. I'd love to wear it in on my sister's marriage. Thank you so much, folks.
When ever I need to buy an ethnic attire for myself, I rely on this site. It is since the time I opted for a sherwani from this site for my cousin's wedding. The sherwani was extremely stylish and was stitched aptly. My family and friends could hardly stop praising me that day.
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It has been a year now since we finished our project and with the passing of that milestone I want to take a moment to thank you again for building us such a wonderful home. Sharon and I treasure it. I never thought I would look back on a home building project and say that it was pleasant, let alone that I actually enjoyed it, but I certainly did working with you.
You have put together a team of consummate professionals. What I truly appreciated was the collaborative effort with my ideas, your guidance and fiscal sense, and the craftsmanship that all came together to help create this beautiful house. Everywhere I look I see a small touch here or another element there that might go unnoticed by itself but cumulatively create the finesse home that we have ever owned. The three Aurora awards that you and Wayne Windham have received on the home help to bear out what I knew early on: this is an amazing house.
The passage of time also gives me a chance to thank you for your tremendous sense of responsibility to follow up on any issues that have arisen since the house was completed. Although having the house part of the rental program at the Inn is an honor, the house has seen more than its fair share of use (and abuse) over the past year. You and your team have been quick to respond whenever something has come up, and even when it was not a warranty item, per se, your tackling everything quickly but correctly has allowed us to keep the house consistently rented with no one the wiser that something had been amiss.
Above all, I have come to appreciate what a great partner I have in you personally and your firm. While we have been involved in many projects, we have never had the trust or relationship in a builder that we do with you, and that is a testimony to your personal integrity and professional standards that sets the tone for everyone involved in your projects.
So, thank you, for building us a home that we will enjoy for years to come, and for building not just that home but a friendship that shall endure.


We've been talking about going to the Galapagos for a decade or longer--so long that everyone (including us) was probably starting to think we'd never actually go. We were lucky enough to be able to make the trip and it was definitely everything we had hoped for and then some. We opted for a land-based tour focusing more on exploration of the islands by hiking, snorkeling, biking, and kayaking.
Aside from being very sad when we had to leave for home, we loved every minute of our trip. It's comforting to know that whatever happens at home, somewhere out there on San Cristobal, the sea lions are still having a raucous good time. We miss them and hope to visit again someday.
Our first day in Quito, staying in the Old Town, we headed up to the Basilica to explore the views from the towers.
In addition to exploring Guayasamin's La Capilla del Hombre, we happened upon a parade through the streets of Quito marking the 100th anniversary of Eloy Alfaro's death.
Every other Sunday, Avenida Amazonas is closed to cars for the ciclopaseo. We walked from La Mariscal to Parque Carolina and then up to the Hotel Quito for panoramic views of Quito and Guapulo.
The first day of our tour took us north of Quito across the equator, into the Otavalo highlands for shopping and hiking, and then to a historical hacienda for the night. Yes, once we united with the group the pace immediately picked up!
We spent the day hiking around this beautiful crater lake, then enjoyed a homemade picnic of pesto pasta, roast beef, empanadas, cerveza, and fresh fruit! Afterwards we drove along a winding back road up across the Ecuadorean continental divide along the eastern range of the Northern Andes (Cordillera Orient).
We hiked in the cloud forest and the paramos above Papallacta Termas, and then soaked our tired muscles in the hot springs!
Our first day on the Galapagos Islands! We flew to San Cristobal, walked up to Frigate Hill, and then snorkeled in the inlet below the flying frigates.
This was one of the best days that included a five-mile kayak around Darwin Bay to Isla Lobos for snorkeling, then more snorkeling at Kicker Rock (Leon Dormido)!
Day Nine: Galapagos - Isabela Island - Marine Iguanas, Giant Tortoises, and Penguins!
This was definitely one of the best (and busiest) days of the trip! Flying in a little Cessna across the islands, seeing giant tortoises for the first time, exploring the islets and lava fields of Las Tintoreras, encountering marine iguanas, a white-tipped reef shark, and Galapagos penguins, and more snorkeling!
A hike in the highlands up to the rim of the Sierra Negra caldera, and then over to Chico Volcano to see the desolate lava formations.
We spent the day biking around the island, exploring Concha y Perla Bay by kayak, and then relaxing on the beach.
We took a 40-mile boat ride from Isabela to Santa Cruz, passing Tortuga and its bird colonies along the way. Then kayaking and snorkeling around Divine Bay and Punta Estrada before heading up to the upper part of Santa Cruz to see giant tortoises in their natural habitat at El Chato Reserve!
Our last day in the Galapagos islands was spent visiting the Charles Darwin Research Station and Lonesome George, a Galapagos tortoise from Pinta Island that is likely to be the last of his subspecies, and taking a short walk through a Scalesia forest to see a humongous pit crater.


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Tony Atlas
American professional wrestler, bodybuilder, and powerlifter
Anthony White (born April 23, 1954) is an American professional wrestler, bodybuilder and powerlifter. He wrestled for numerous wrestling companies in his career. He most notably competed for NWA, WCW and WWF/E. He most recently appeared as an on screen manager and co-host of The Abraham Washington Show for WWE, on their now-defunct ECW brand. Atlas is also known as Mr. USA, a title which he earned three times when he was a body builder. He was also known by the names the "Black Superman" ans his alter ego named Saba Simba. Atlas said in an interview that the Saba Simba character saved his life when he was homeless and living on a park bench before he got a phone call from Vince McMahon.[1] He was inducted into the WWE Hall of Fame in 2006.[2]
Tony Atlas in 2008
(1954-04-23)April 23, 1954
Roanoke, Virginia, U.S.
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↑ "Tony Atlas Interview - Dec 13, 2010".
↑ "WWE.com: Tony Atlas".
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This blog was started in the wake of the Toronto G20 Summit protests and is named for the 629 Eastern Avenue Detention Centre where over 1,000 civilians were detained in the largest mass arrest in Canadian history. The vast majority of the arrestees were peaceful protesters, but also included journalists and innocent bystanders. The actions of both the police and the government during the summit constitute one of the most significant breaches of civil liberties in Canadian history. While what happened during the Toronto G20 pales in comparison to many of the constant and systemic human rights abuses endured all over the world, it would be a mistake to see the events that unfolded in Toronto as concerning only Canadians. The exploitation of people's fears to justify human rights violations is a daily occurrence for millions throughout the world. As such, the purpose of this blog is to bring to light human rights and social justice issues not just in Canada, but around the world.


[Le site d'Usagi3 !] Battle report : Mongoose's Judge Dredd, the miniatures games !
This mission will pitch 200pts of Judges against 205pts of Punks, lead by a level one Hero. The girls will have to transport the drug box to the other edge of the map... If two punks carry the box, they move as usual. If only one girl is carrying it, her move allowance will get halved.
Not so far, 2 girls carry the drug crate. They are led by ther leader and a scout. The leader is a level one Hero, with a long rifle, a cleave and an Armor (shell jacket). She's got the Acurate and Crackshot traits.
This game makes use of ten-sided dice. I'll use a blue one for the Law, and a red one for the Perps !
The Lesbian Bolts win and will play first. They only move : the leader is getting away from her camrades to get a line of sight, and the others bravely progress toward their goal, the opposite map edge.
Judges move too. Dredd goes to the left, Mendernier to the right, and the Cadet tries to stay in between. All doing their best to get some cover !
Let's explain some rules. Each model gets two actions. In this first turn, I only used Move actions. All the minis used here have Speed characteristics of 5", so they can move 5" and make another action, make 2 actions while staying still or run by using two Move actions.
More than half the model being obscured by a wall section, the Judge has heavy cover ! He'll get a +2 Agility bonus to dodge, and a +2 Armor bonus.
Shooting time ! You get to use as many dice as indicated in the weapon profile (1 for the long rifle), modified by the Shoot characteristic of the leader (+1).
He gets a 6 ! +1 with his Agility, +2 using his heavy cover, he's up to 9. That's a draw, but the rules say the attacker still scores a hit when it's a draw !
Lucky Judge gets an armor, still, with a pretty 8 value, modified by his +2 heavy cover. He gets to throw a die, and tries to beat 6 (8-2). Sadly enough, the Armor Piercing value of the long rifle is 1, modified by +1 with the Crackshot trait. Finally, he has to get a 8 to soak the attack !
Not to be trifled with, Dredd leaps from his hideout to find 3 Punks facing him, 2 carrying the drug crate !
He used 1 action to move, but he can't shoot yet. The Law says he can only shoot at targets who tried to wound law officers or who resisted arrest. Our Judge will try to arrest one of the bad girls !
It's a Will challenge, the Judge getting a +1 Will bonus and the punk none.
9+1=10 for Dredd, 2 for the girl ! She doesn't resist, and her model is removed from play.
That's a draw, but the Judge still win because of his +1 Will. Yeah, another lesbian to the iso-cubes (Mega City One jail facility) !
The Cadet moves to get near Dredd.
During the Lesbian Bolts phase, the girl facing Dredd pick up the crate and tries to get away. Burdened by the heavy box, she only moves a little !
Hell yes, he'll get some cover too ! This game uses real lines of sight.
3, +1, makes 4 .
Dredd gets a nice 6, modified by his +1 Agility and his +2 Cover. That's a 9, perp !
Dang, 10, that's a Critical Hit ! Any Armour score the model has is disregarded and treated as 0 for the critical hit alone. No armor test and two damage points, more than enough to seriously wound Dredd and leave him lying helplessly on the floor.
The Cadet being a Minion seeing a Hero going down, he has to test his Morale. Making use of his +1 Willpower, he has to get a 5 to keep fighting !
Darn, 4 ! Epic fail, and he runs for his life. The Lesbian Bolts can carry on their drug dealing !
The game lasted 17 minutes. Rules are simple and elegant. I had lots of fun, and now plan to try the game with my ever-smiling wife. Please keep in mind these rules are free and are to be find here, at Mongoose's website !


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