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[Beornwyn Veen]

Time and Date :: January 3rd
Weather:: Snowing - Cloudy

    Despite the fact there was a ton of snow falling from the sky, it wasn't as cold as it normally was on Berk today, and even though it was warmer it was still cold as hell anyways. The village was about as busy as it could be with a foot of snow blocking most of the footpaths around the village, not to mention any extra amount of snow that was slowly being added on.

    Beornwyn was sitting outside under the cover of a overhang, helping to keep the snow off of him and Delemia who was laying behind him. Beorn was keeping himself busy by reading over, for the millionth time by this point, the book he's kept with him for years. It was full of stories from everywhere and everything it seemed, but it never seemed to get old, Beorn never knew why.

    He would take a glance around him every now and then, seeing a few of the locals walk on by going about their daily chores. Beorn was just waiting for someone to come up and talk to him, he wanted to be social today but at the same time he didn't want to take away from anyones time unless they came up to him. So the wait had been much longer than it usually would be. He returned his eyes back to the book in his lap and continued to read the hand written pages idly.

((OOC: Anyone is free to join, just keep in mind the posting order if we do get more than 2 people BEORN IS A FRIENDLY PERSON. GO MEET HIM LOCALS))

[Ira Teallach]

One of the nicest things about owning a brewery, aside from the fulfilling work, was the fact that while the entire year was devoted to mixing, brewing and aging stock, at least half of that time could also be devoted to drinking oneself utterly stupid. Though for some folk, it was a very, very short drink. Ira was meandering around town, aiming to visit some of the shoppes with a pack on her back full of goods to trade if anyone was available, mostly of the aforementioned liquid variety. On her way there, she noticed a man sitting by himself reading a book, which didn't seem particularly odd, but in the snow and overcast was a bit unusual.

The red haired woman looked at him, at first realizing he didn't seem to have anything in the way of drink and o what a grievous oversight THAT was. Seeking to remedy that immediately, she was then stopped as she noticed the figure behind him. The blazing lass paled immediately, and exhaled slowly, a cloud of breath moving from her lips into the frosted air. She seemed to be just sanding there in the middle of the relatively empty paths warring internally with herself for reasons.

But eventually, her desire to remedy the poor soul's lack of drink eventually won out against her desire to flee like a rabbit and she slung her pack down on the ground. Opening it, she pulled out a sealed skin and replaced the heavy pack on her back. It was full of a special concoction she'd come up with herself she called Freja's Sunburst. It was a mulled mead with a warm hint of spice designed to warm from the inside out without having too high of an alcohol content. Utterly appropriate for a day... well to be honest, like today.

Screwing up her collective internal fortitude, she made her way over to the stranger, fighting down the shaking in her hands. Though it was easy to make it look like she was just cold. But the smile on her face was genuine, all things considered. When she got as close as she dared, she held the skin out towards the man and her voice rose enough to be heard above the storm.

"Compliments of the Teallach family brewery, my good man! Hope I'm not interruptin' ye!"

[Beornwyn Veen]

    Beorn kept his eyes to the book on his lap when Ira seemed to have her attention grabbed by them. He wasn't aware of the presence until Delemia had pointed her out for him, "Someone's coming towards us." The dragon warned, but Delemia kept his head down and watched curiously, almost like how a dog keep their head on the floor and watches the movements with their eyes only.

    Beornwyn glanced over to Delemia then up and over to Ira, who was already standing next to him holding out a flask towards him and offering it to him from the local brewery. He didn't want to be rude so he took it with a smile and put it down next to him, he then closed the book in his lap and looked back up to the woman with the accent. "Thanks for it, unfortunately I'm not much of a drinker myself. But seeing as how Sven can put away the ale here, I'm sure he won't mind having it for me. " Beornwyn replied, subconsciously he was listening to not only Iras accent, but his own as well, though his was somewhat more diluted than what it used to be.

    "Name's Beornwyn Veen, and from what I can guess your last name is Teallach but what might your first name be?" He gave a warm smile and looked to the lady.

[Ira Teallach]

Ira smiled. She had a mild accent (thank her hard to understand dad) but it wasn't too, too bad. The red haired woman nodded. "Give it to anyone you may! Trust me, the best publicity is an empty flagon and a loud belch!" She grinned at the man, but was rolling her hands between themselves as if agitated or waiting for something to happen. Instead, she took out a small flask herself and sipped on it while she stood there. Another chill went through her while the wind picked up again. "Oye. I thought today was supposed to be only cold with a slight chance of freeze your arse off."

She looked back at him. "Ah, I'm Ira. Brewmaster and now owner of the Teallach brewery." Offering her hand, she smiled. "Well, I say that in the sense that I do all the managerial work and my dad, Thor bless 'em, gets to have all the fun." She grinned. "Hoping when I'm that age, I get the same luck. Not bettin' on it though." She glanced at the dragon behind Beornwyn, trying to keep the color in her face. It wasn't too hard considering the wind was whipping her cheeks rosy. But she still looked uneasy, though she hid it almost perfectly.

[Beornwyn Veen]

    "Slight? I've fairly certain that Berk has an always effect on the fact of freezing your butt off." Beornwyn said with a smirk and looked around them. The snow kept falling calmly to the ground, no wind to whip it around the air, which was one of the only positives to the weather at the moment. His gaze was brought back when he heard Ira introduce herself and extend her hand out to him.

    Beorn reached out and shook Ira's hand and smiled as she talked briefly about her work. "Hehe, I dunno if I could ever work in a brewery, it's just never really been my thing as it is." He said casually as he patted the book in his lap, "It likely would have been my job too granted my parents pushed it onto me." He added on and shook his head forgetting the point of it, "My parents run the meadery from where I was born, so I know about the business all to well." He smirked.

    Normally Beorn would be able to pick up on the fact of someone being uneasy around him, though in Ira's case he wasn't able to get a proper read on her due to all the other factors at play at the moment, so he thought nothing of the subject. "So what has you up and outside around this time of day and in this weather Ira? "

[Ira Teallach]

Ira grinned. Well, it was true that that the city was subject to the whims and whimsy that was freeze-yourself-stupid, but somehow being around massive amounts of frothy liquids for most of her life had done a fair number to drive that from her mind. Still, what was better than the occasional refreshing blizzard with the occasional refreshing mulled port?! She made a mental note- the advertising almost wrote itself.

Shaking her head, she took his hand as he shook it and then let it go. "Oh to be fair, it's not th' easiest thing in the world. But my dad is a wonderful guy- never pushed, never forced. He said-" And here she did possibly one of the best mimics he might have ever heard, "'Lasseh, ef'n ye wanna take o'er th' brewereh, ye jus 'aftey lemme know an' Ah'll git ye intae th' innar workin's! Ef'n ye don't, ye jus' follow wha' yer 'eart's tellin' ye tae go aftar!'" She smiled with nostalgia. "Well, seeing as how much he enjoyed his work, I took him up on that. Now granted, with him being retired and me looking after all the workers, it's slightly different than just slogging barrels of mix and hops but..." She sighed happily. It seemed like she took a great amount of pride and happiness in her work.

As he spoke next she was shaken out of her reflective thoughts. "Oh I was tryin' ta see if anyone was about at market. Any other insane soul brave enough to come out, that is." She winked at him. "Was looking for any exotic ingredients or ideas I haven't thought of for new mixes. Honestly, that's one of the most fun parts to me- coming up with different things to put into mead that maybe haven't been tried before." She tapped the pack on her back. "Wouldn't you know it, the stuff goes lovely with fruit flavors? But no one will ever admit to liking that stuff." Ira grinned at him again.

[Beornwyn Veen]

    Beornwyn listened to Ira speak about her father and hearing as she seemed to, or he could only assume, impersonate her fathers voice as she spoke. he smiled to himself and looked down to the snow covered ground, Delemia curiously watching the newcomer with dimmed interest. He was always more so concerned with Beornwyns protection, which wasn't abnormal for an ambassador, cause they don't like their stuff getting damaged.

    "Ah yes, the fun times of just throwing whatever comes to mind into a hot pot and hoping for something good. But on Berk it seems like you don't get a whole lot of variety, especially with fruit eh? Most of it would come from trade ships." Beornwyn added on as he thought through the idea. "And yes, people that would admit to liking it might seem, well fruity" He grinned and laughed a bit at his comment and looked around to the other few souls that were trudging along in the snow.

    "There's a lot of places I've been. The drinks are very different everywhere you go. Stuff from here on Berk could be considered pretty strong to what they give off in the Mediterranean cities, its more based on flavour down there rather than strength. Drinks reflect the culture right? Vikings are strong and don't think, kind of like how the drinks are and what you aren't doing when you drink them by the barrel, thinking." Beornwyn smiled and gave a shrug of the shoulders.

[Ira Teallach]

As Ira stood there she seemed to relax a bit more as she went into her story, though the dragon still kept her on edge. Occasionally she would run her hands one through the other, or fidget with something in her pack. Though at least for the moment she seemed relatively occupied enough that she wasn't terribly concerned or going through any symptoms that could be reasonably associated with post-traumatic stress disorder. Oye. But that was another story for another time... she hoped.

As he spoke, she smiled. "I'm at the docks all the time scouring for new wares. Well... my worker are at least." Actually, she couldn't recall the last time she'd been at the docks except when she was six and had her accident. She rubbed the back of her head as he continued speaking.

She nodded. "I can't say I know much about the Mediterranean but I will agree that drinks do reflect a lot of the culture. But I also think culture should be allowed to expand a bit, hence why I experiment with lesser liked ingredients or uncommon ones moreso." She shrugged gently as she stood there conversing with him pleasantly. "My thoughts are, tradition is fine but it had to come from somewhere and how is it going to expand unless we make room for expansion?"

Though she did narrow her eyes a bit. "Vikings don't think?"

[Beornwyn Veen]

    Beornwyn raised an eyebrow when Ira decided to requestion him about something he had made comment on. He laughed a little and smiled as he looked down, "You know the typical viking stereotype people have. Big, stupid, violent people that like to raid and steal everything you have." He said as he looked back up and gave a shrug of the shoulders, "Of course there's a few people that could fit that bill, but the majority of people aren't described that way."

    Beornwyn looked down to the bag he brought with him. He stood from his seat, grabbing the bag and slinging it over his shoulder, "Lets take a walk to the great hall and finish our conversation on the way, I wanted to take a look around there just to see what's going on." He smiled and made a motion with his head to follow along with him as he started off, Delemia rising from his seat and following behind the human, glancing back to Ira for a moment before looking back to Beorn and making a grumbling noise. Beorn raised an eyebrow and looked over to Ira when she finally caught up with them.

    "Uneasy are we?" Beorn asked curiously

[Ira Teallach]

Ira chuckled softly. She was mainly just busting his, or trying to at least, but she definitely didn't take it to heart. "Yes, yes, I am quite aware, I assure you. And yes I know full well people could fit that stereotype. Isn't there a saying that stereotypes exist for a reason?" She grinned as she saw him rising. Turning, she wiped some of the snow out of her face and her eyes, and felt the stiffness in her muscles. Evidently she had lost track of how long she had been standing there, or how rigid she had been holding herself.

"Oh, that would be lovely. Get out of this infernal cold." She started along her way, seeing the dragon rise and follow behind him. Ira stayed a far piece back, not getting much closer until he turned around and addressed her.

"It is an issue with... my past." She looked over at the dragon, and then back at him. "I apologize, I am trying to not make an issue out of it. I will tell you I might take my leave a bit early once we reach the great hall." She forced a smile despite her slightly paler complexion and slightly apprehensive expression.