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Ashlyn needed a break, it had been practically non stop for her lately. She knew with the gold that had risen that there would be a hatching soon, which of course meant incoming work for her. Then she had a family she was raising and her duties to her wing, she wasn't sure when she actually got time to breathe. She walked into the tavern and ordered something to drink. Sitting down in one of the chairs, she looked around to see who all was here. Then she noticed what she was sure was another one of the female blueriders, like herself. If she remembered right, she was fairly knew to High Reaches, so it must be an adjustment to her. She felt Gyafrith suggest she go speak to her, but she wasn't sure. She may be getting better at talking to others, but she was still very much a wallflower.

Tyra had been happily sitting by herself, sipping at her own drink when she heard someone enter. She had noticed Ashlyn though she didn't say anything to the other woman, but then another woman entered and drew her attention as she begun to speak. The were both fellow female blue riders so Tyra would have just nodded her head at them, but then she was being spoken to. She could feel Orodreth prodding her to be nice and speak to them, causing the socially awkward brunette to take another swig of her drink before responding to V'rind.

"Sure.." She stood up and grabbed her drinking, moving to sit with V'rind and Ashlyn, her eyes moving over them. "Yes, Orodreth is mine." V'rind was in her wing and they hadn't had time to get to know one another. Orodreth did seem to like Krahsujunth, the two got on fairly well and he had nothing but praise for the other one, admiring him for even trying to chase after Golds. Now there came the problem of trying to start a conversation, shards...she wasn't good at this.

Tyra's arrival at the table was greeted with a wide, somewhat sly grin, and reaching up over their combined heads, V'rind motioned for another, premptive round of drinks to be brought. "Krahsujunth won't shut up about it, honest," the admittance came with a grimace and a quick gulp of her own drink. "Always such a hatchling after flights, though if he'd just find a decent green to be infatuated with he might actually stand a chance. He actually strained himself, he tried so hard this time. Dumb old thing." Her frustration was clear, but so was her affection for the blue in question. What rider wouldn't feel the same. "Give him another tenday and maybe he'll be fit for company again."

"But yes! Hatchings! Who's on deck for your lot, now, Ashlyn?" She clawed her way back through mental archives of information and data and gossip, reaching for names and faces and ages. No one new came to mind, so it must be her sister then. "Think this will be it for Demanthra? Maybe get her own strapping blue, eh?" Though given a somewhat questioning eye by the weyr, for V'rind there could be little higher an honor. They were the few, the proud, and she was eager for what she thought of as their little club or band to grow.

"What about you, Tyra? Any youngsters you're going to be rooting for? Think there'll be a gold egg?" The gold that had risen was a transfer, after all. They'd no way of knowing how well she'd produce just yet, or what sort of temperament to expect from the hatchlings. Already gossip had become rife with speculation, with so much unknown.