Logs:A Diverse Discussion
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| RL Date: 5 May, 2013 |
| Who: K'zin, Rasavyth, Alida, Ilicaeth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'zin entertains his first visitor. Alida and he have tea and talk over a lot of different things. |
| Where: Rasavyth's Ledge and Questionably Painted Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 12, Month 9, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: N'ky/Mentions, C'wlin/Mentions, N'hax/Mentions, Madilla/Mentions, Mave/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions |
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| They've been in their own beds only one night. Drills somehow had a little bit of a different feel to K'zin that day. It seemed that some of the weyrlings were better rested, some not, and some still on the high of having a place of their own. K'zin was one of the latter. He was all smiles and grins and hard work at drills. Then there was extra exercising, bathing, and dinner to see to. K'zin didn't waste any time after dinner. He hurried off to the stores after bringing a small load of things up to his weyr with Ras' help. He's pretty well set on furniture, so it was mostly small things, and notably, painter drop-cloths. Now, K'zin is just inside the edge of the entrance, organizing his dragon-tending tools and tweaking the knickknack shelves, which currently seem to be designated as places for his various Smithly tools. Rasavyth is settled comfortably in one of the hollows, lazily watching his rider work with mostly lidded eyes. She too was all rare grins (though still not huge ones) and less surly than usual at drills, Alida having tended to her own new digs after getting done with 'work.' This consisted of piling all the unwanteds to the center of her weyr, sweeping it out thoroughly, scrubbing the floor, then dropping cloths over thing (and said floor) and tackling those horrid colored squares upon the walls with their first coat of light-cream-colored whitewash. With her limbs sporting the joyous ache of a solid workout, the blonde finally leans back against a wall, smiling to herself as she looks around with an accomplished aire. « It needs ta' dry... » Ilicaeth swirls in dusty fashion from out on his ledge, the blue only recently having woken from a light doze beneath cloudy night skies. « Let's go visit. » An image of K'zin/Rasavyth is formed from multicolored dust motes, then banished with a thought. "Mm...sounds okay." Pause, nosewrinkle. "I hope he has those creepy paintings covered over." « Yer' not the only one. » Out he reaches, lightly swirling finest golden sands on the periphery of Rasavyth's ooze. « Knock-knock; it's seven o'clock. Want visitors? » Rasavyth's mind shivers and then it simply is the usual reflection of grit and wind that he's established as an incarnation of the blue's touch, interspersed with his own shimmering ooze. The mindtouch is lazy, sleepy, infinitely comfortable, like a warm blanket that's all-too-appealing not to snuggle up with. Not that that's any kind of invitation to snuggle, just that his mind feels more comforts-of-home-y than usual. If only there weren't that thing somewhere there to slightly detract from it. « He is available. You may come. » The words are direct and purred because he does seem to be quite sleepy indeed. Now is not a time to be overly eloquent, now is the time to get the point across and then be comfy. He's used to Rasavyth's own particular 'feel' by this point - though Ilicaeth's instincts never fail to alert him to that odd 'something' about his bronze brother - and so the blue simply notes, « Make sure I've got room. » To land, to splay. And, not a minute later, the broadly-built blue is backwinging, then talon-grabbing the edge of Ras's ledge, finally landing with a strange grace that might not be apparent, given his larger size and bulk. 'Eye'-marked wings soon retract, then the smaller dragon dips deeply to allow his rider to slide down his forearm, Alida's boots contacting stone with a loud 'clunk.' As she calls "Comin' in!" towards the weyr - then striding easily forward - Ilicaeth settles to his belly beside Rasavyth, either curling up or splaying out, given how much room he has. It's simple amusement that returns to the blue, lazily not explaining in words, but rather in sensation that the idea he mightn't fit with only Rasavyth there, is laughable. His domain is expansive and he loves it. K'zin's head pokes out from the entrance, his work on the small shelves just inside the entry keeping him quite near enough to the ledge that all it takes is a lean. Of course, she's striding toward the entrance by then, so it might make for a comedic moment of surprise, not that he's trying to catch her off guard. "Hey 'lida!" He greets, cheerfully enough, and by contrast to his bronze bond, not even a little sleepy-looking. Hey; he doesn't know the true size and look of Rasavyth's ledge. Ilicaeth's just being very cognizant of the logistics of a safe, first landing in unknown territory. So 'says' the blue's wordless shrug of gold sands as he splays comfortably, his own lids lowering slowly as he works back towards a light doze. Alida, on the other hand, is quite awake, much like K'zin, and with his close proximity and greeting right on its heels she gives a small startle. "Dink..." is noted gruffly, though around a small grin. "Got that nasty wall crap covered up yet?" "What's so nasty about it?" K'zin ignores the startle, though there might be the smallest hint of amusement for it, for all that it wasn't intended, to bemoan what is clearly an objection others have expressed. "There's food and dancing and stuff. All my favorite things in the world." He siiiiighs as one much put upon. "No, not yet. Trying to get everything else straightened out first. You can help me put drop-cloths down if you like. Ras' still deciding what images he thinks we ought to have in their place." He grabs a rag, wiping off his hands from the bit of grim the tools left, and puts the rag back on a shelf before making a gesture to invite the woman inside. "Yer talkin' to a holdbred gal, didja' forget?" Alida ripostes right back to K'zin's inquiry, the woman giving a low snert of disdain for her buddy's word of those 'images' upon his walls. "Yeah, no doubt 'stuff' is what's foremost on yer mind, now that 'cha have yer own place." Smirk, peer. "Do I look like yer' drudge? I just got done with bustin' my ass fer hours straight on my own place." There's a little grin tacked on to the end of that so that Waki can more easily realize that she did hear that it was an offer, not an order. "But I'm not a holdbred gal," K'zin's reply comes, "You're not the one who has to live here. Unless you're planning on shacking up with me." He obviously jokes, winking at the guardswoman before he starts down the wide tunnel to the inner weyr; she can follow or not. His voice raises so she can hear him, lest she falls behind, "You sure smell like a drudge," She doesn't, but he teasingly pretends. "Didn't even bother to bathe before coming up." Tell-tale paint flecks on her arm were caught with a keen-eyed look at the woman before he started working. "I can tell you right now, that kind of lack of hygiene isn't going to land you nights in these digs." He has standards. Or at least jokes of them. As smooth as sisal comes her retort, "But yer' a bronzerider..." Alida offering Waki a toothy grin, then flicking her greens all about the room to notice what he's done with it, at this point. Nope, not gonna notice that fake come-on. As for her scent... "Yer lucky I used a washrag." Smirk. While K'zin works, she languidly paces around, once in awhile scraping short nails over those errant flecks of dried paint upon her arms. When that last bit of the bronzer's is offered to her...the guard's reaction might shock her clutchsib, for Alida's donning a rather intensely-smouldering expression, then striding with swishes of hips right up to K'zin, stopping within two feet of him as her greens seek to grab his browns. "How do I smell now?" is inquired in a tone more suited to a jazz siren than a guard. "Wait, how's that relevant? I thought bronzeriders were notorious for having the opposite sensibilities of holdbred girls? Isn't that why they're always whisking them off to their we--" He trails off, expression uncertain of if he's stumbled upon the reasoning for her comment, so a questioning look is lobbed to the woman. It's good that he looks, for it give him the opportunity to see that she did follow him after all, and he doesn't have to shout to make himself heard. Then, suddenly, she's there. Brown eyes blink down at the guardswoman. Clearly, he's not sure what he's seeing. He recognizes the smoldering look from his secret art lessons studying just exactly those sorts of looks, but his brain seems to seize up a moment, then a rumble from the ledge seems to indicate just who it was that spoiled Alida's fun. But there is something to be said for being clued in. It means K'zin can play along. His brows lift just a little as he locks eyes with the greens of the guard, it's a subtle (but she's good at subtle) forewarning that he's about to do something. His arm could be faster, but it isn't, allowing enough time for her to see it coming, if not escape from it as it sweeps around her midsection and briefly pulls her against him, "A smidge better than the wherry Ras had for breakfast," He answers, his baritone heavy with seductive grace, his expression smoldering right back at her. It's clearly all a joke, though, if his words weren't enough to indicate such and his arm releases as soon as the line is delivered, perhaps in hopes that it'll only earn him a swat instead of another broken nose. "Yep, they are..." Alida notes, being no help at all to the perhaps befuddled K'zin. And then she's in his face with that jazz siren demeanor, greens perhaps betraying that this is a test (and not of the emergency broadcast system, baby) since they remain both 'hot' and 'cool,' Rasavyth's rumble leading the blonde to become a hint more guarded within her mind. So when that brow lift and slower arm come her way, she's not lashing out in remonstrance to punch him in the eye or break his nose (that'd be time number three), Alida instead purposely stilling, bracing herself for the touch and intensity that the bronzer reflects back upon her. She's no longer smoldering anymore, but silently challenging her partner in crime, a definite feeling of tension about her, within her form. And then the contact breaks, leaves the bluerider standing there, staring at him, though she finally finds her voice after a few moments with a clipped, "Explain." Brown eyes blink at Alida, confusion registering on his face. "Explain?" Explain what? "It was a joke. You smell fine. Good even. Like a girl who works hard." K'zin flounders a little, lips pursing. "Or you mean-- explain why I let you go?" His head tilts as he tries to sort out just what explanation she wants from him. It's probably good that both of them are a little confused, since it puts both Alida and K'zin on equal footing once again. Her own features, though more questioning than flummoxed, still manage to convey the blonde's small wariness and greater curiosity. She seems about to speak, and then suddenly quiets herself, finally coming up with, "Yer wherry comment." "Oh, sorry. I was trying to make a joke? It wasn't funny." The statement about making a joke comes out like a question, even though he is certain about it. "Did I cross a line, 'lida? I'm sorry." K'zin's apologizing before he even knows for sure one way or the other and his expression is contrite. "I just thought-- I thought you were teasing with giving me that sexy look, and so I was teasing back-" Now a new confusion occurs to him that cuts him off, "You were teasing with that sexy look right? Because we-- aren't-- we aren't like that. Are we?" It doesn't exactly say that they couldn't be, but his brow is certainly furrowed as his brain continues to flounder. "I still don't get it..." Alida comments, the woman then shrugging, and letting it go as she takes a half step back so as to not be so up in K'zin's face. Peer. "Uhm...no. Guess if you'd've crossed a line, you'd be wearin' some token uv' my hand meeting up with yer' face." A slap would've been the kindest one she could bestow, too...but he managed to avoid even that. "I was...kinda." shrug. "Just...kinda surprised that y'didn't react like ya' did a few months ago." A quick look is flicked out to the ledge beyond them, sober greens then returned to the bronzer. "We aren't." "If I'd said you smell like roses, or like sweet rolls or anything else that was good or romantic and believable, you might've thought I was serious. So I said something that wasn't true, that was silly, and unbelievable in a believable sort of way to try to make it funny." K'zin tries to explain, a blush creeping into his cheeks, light, and perhaps not yet definable under his dusky coloring. "Yeah, I guess the fist at my face would've been a giveaway. Dumb question." He admits. "Well," K'zin clears his throat, blush coming through now, "Ras sort of clued me in that you were putting me on. So I could give as good as I was getting." How Ras knew, who knows? Maybe he only made an educated guess. "Oh..." the woman murmurs, still looking a little confused, though - again - she drops it. No, don't wanna look at Waki's blushing, since it might trigger off her own...so Alida instead starts walking around again, looking at the stuff he's accomplished about his new weyr. "MmHm..." is noted glibly about that fist-to-face comment, the bluie's hands going behind her back, fingers lightly clasping them into place. "So...Ras is always seein' through yer eyes, 'r sifting through yer grey matter when he's awake." It's not a question. K'zin, likewise, lets go of the poorly executed and misunderstood joking, and grasps upon her statement. "What I know, he knows. What he knows, I know." The bronzerider's shoulders roll. "I don't see the point in keeping things from him. We are two halves of a greater whole. Would you walk through life blind in one eye if you had another choice? Together, we are better than we are separately." His words are simple. He appreciates his partner and their bond has grown deep in the past three months. Not too much has been changed in the weyr. The furniture is the same, the man having seen no need to re-arrange. The drop-cloths are on the edge of the table, and truly, he'd done nothing the night before but to change out the reeds in the mattress and put fresh linens on, neither of which is a highly visible change. Aside from the murals, and the ornateness of the furniture choices, K'zin hasn't had to do much to make this place comfortably livable. "Want some tea?" He offers then. She's not going to try and gainsay him, speak about boundaries, so Alida simply "Mhm..."s in response while peering around. When she gets to those murals, though, a definite nose-wrinkle and shake of pale head ensue, the woman noting over her shoulder, "Deal with these next, fer Faranth's sake." Snert. "What kind?" is then inquired to the offer of tea, the guard soon pacing off towards Rasavyth's couch, and attempting to see if the bronze's own bed of rushes has been assembled, yet. Imagine, K'zin sleeping comfortably on fresh rushes when Rasavyth is not? Impossible! No, indeed, the bronze's couch has been set up properly, with many cushions there for him, though all a bit gaudy. Apparently it doesn't completely suit Rasavyth's style for at least one of the pillows was torn-asunder in the night and hasn't yet been cleaned up. "I'm getting there. It's only been a day." And he doesn't mind the murals anyway. "I got a couple dry leaf mixtures from the stores. Let me look." And so he moves to a cabinet off to one side, crouching to open the doors and he pulls out a tea kettle meant to hang in a hearth, and a small box that looks to contain a number of small jars and a small acorn-shaped steeping cage. "You after something in particular?" He asks, bringing the whole tray and tea kettle to the table, sliding the box toward her, so she can pick a variety if she likes. "I have klah, too, if you'd rather. That's already hot," He nods in the direction of the back rooms where the hearths are placed. Exactly! She'd have thought it strange if the bronze's needs hadn't been attended to first. That ripped up pillow does inspire a smirk and a call of, "Apparently somebody didn't approve uv' that pillow." Beat. "Ilicaeth had me pick out some newer bolts uv' unused fabric from stores. Gotta stitch 'em t'gether, then I'll lay 'em out on his bed." Head-quirk, listen. "Got any breakfast tea? If not, y'know my usual preference." If K'zin hasn't forgotten, that is. Ah, and as she's walking back out towards the table, the guard notices Waki sliding the boxes towards her, and she steps over, fingers shifting them about so she can better peruse their contents. "Nah...not a klah evening." She wants to relax and enjoy, apparently, and such comes with the drawing up of a chair, and her sit upon it. A few errant taps of a fingernail upon wooden tabletop presage both her picking of her choice of tea, and a murmured, "N'ky's still t'get a weyr." "Oh, he doesn't approve of most of the pillows. That'll be something we'll switch. Too... ostentatious. He thinks. Really, of the whole place. But it's a good size and a pretty good base to work off of. It'll be a bit yet before we've saved enough marks to make all the changes we'd like." He nods to the talk of the fabric in the stores, "Maybe I'll poke my head down through them to see if there's some that might please him better. Telavi was a seamstress, maybe she'd sew them for me." The last is thoughtful, though his mind doesn't seem to linger long on the greenrider. "Well, you sniff through them. I'm not a tea connoisseur, so I'm not sure I could pick out breakfast from mint." He hasn't forgotten, but of course he didn't label the jars. He busies himself going into the back room to put the kettle on, filling it from his supply of drinkable water. By the time that he's back her fingers are selecting the tea she likes and he holds out a hand to accept it and reaches for the steeper. "Yeah? He's not speaking to me much lately. I made him a wind chime and left it for him on my cot before we moved out. I'd suggested it once since he thought he'd have trouble sleeping without other people snoring around. When he asked if we could live together. Like, in some of those roommate weyrs that they had." Obviously, they're not, so either it was declined from the beginning or once things got worse between them, the idea was let go. "Really? Didn't think he was the spartan type..." Alida murmurs of Rasavyth, the blonde then nodding to words of funds taking time to accrue. "Mine came mostly furnished, so I got off easy, there." Sniffing through one container of tea earns it a lift of brows and a low, "Gonna' have ta' try you another time," the bluie then closing it and opting for another. Nope. Try number three earns her what she wants, the blonde nodding once and handing the container over to Waki. "He's not speaking ta' much uv' anyone lately, I think." Sigh. "He's gettin' all wound up again with the change in Flurry wingleaders... Can't say I blame 'im, 'cause C'wlin's crackin' the whip big time...'n N'ky's pretty behind, as it is." The guard files her lower teeth again upper lip a few moments, her gaze shifting around from K'zin's moving form to whatever's nearest to peer at, then back again. "When it comes his turn...there's gonna be problems." "You know there's such a thing as a gray area," K'zin's voice is amused. Somewhere between gaudy and spartan: the place where Rasavyth's tastes, in fact, lie. K'zin, for his part, has been working extra hard, doing his part to help make the bronze pairs running the wing this month look competent. Not that that's difficult. But to say he's pulling his weight would-be putting it lightly. "I've tried tutoring him in math. We always get distracted. Or did. And now... now I don't think he'd let me help." K'zin's shoulders shrug a little helplessly. "I'm not sure how to help him, 'lida. He doesn't trust me anymore. I've told him I'm there when he's ready, but I feel like if I push him to accept my apology, I'm going to only end up punched again and it'll be worse from there." There's a grimace from the bronzerider. From his tone, Alida might infer that next time, the bronzer won't just take the punches. "Yeah yeah..." Alida clips off, rolling her eyes just a bit, then watching K'zin intently, listening with all her faculties. "How're those bruises I know y'must have?" A faint curl of lips presages the guard's more sober, "All I c'n say is give 'im 'is space, then. You've done all the approachin', tried whatcha' can. You c'n perform the same actions only so many times - get the same results - without lookin' like a crazy." Yep, she's apparently a 'tough love' type person. "Don't avoid 'im, but don't seek 'im out, either. If he's gonna, he'll come ta' you." Shrug. "That makes two uv' us..." is muttered to Waki's words of not knowing how to aide the greenrider. "Though, after we both got our weyrs yesterday, I've been thinking..." Another drum of fingertips on wood, and then, "Maybe ta' help ease 'im into the next big step, we could clean up whatever weyr he chooses. Take that extra burden off 'is hands." "Actually, they're fine." It did happen almost a month ago, now. "They cleared up within a couple days. Madilla makes this bruise balm stuff that makes 'em heal right up." K'zin, as if prompted by this thought, moves to one of the bedrooms, and returns with the hot kettle (good timing!) and the balm. Once at the table he slides the small jar towards Alida so she can see it and sets about getting the tea steeping. The keen eyed guard likely saw the small twitch of his eye and shadowed quality to his face that briefly appeared in mentioning the healer. "I think I might try to say hi in a couple days. See how it goes. Lots of changes going on and everything. Feels weird doing it all without him to talk to about it." His brows furrow to consider her suggestion, "I think we could offer, 'lida, but I know he's been wanting to be alone with Cailluneth, so if he says no, we probably ought not muddy up his personal space. This is all-- a different transition for each of us, I think." "Nice..." the guard murmurs. "Gonna have ta' hit 'er up next time fer some uv that." Alida probably needs it worse than most weyrlings, given the things she puts her body through. With K'zin's return and his kind offering of viewing her chosen tea steeping, the woman's relaxed features altering into a more watchful expression when she notices the bronzer's eye-twitch and change of 'mood' with the mention of Madilla. She'll not trouble him over it right now, though. "Keep it casual, but just-concerned enough ta' show yer' not blowin' 'im off." A lift of one brow is her first reaction to the young man's words of directly asking the greenrider, the steeping tea then looked at so as to allow her to cogitate a little more. Finally, "How 'bout me havin' 'caeth ask Cailluneth? Then she c'n get ta broach it to N'ky." Lip twist. "Cai's got infinitely more pull than any uv' us." Nod. "You can have the rest of that jar. There's about half left." K'zin responds easily, "If you do go to see her about it," He chews his lower lip a moment, "Just know that she's not a fan of violence. At all." His focus is rewarded by no spilt tea leaves and the steeper gets into the pot. Then he's turning to go back to the cabinet, taking from the tall upper shelves, a pair of mugs. Evidently, he'll have some too, of whatever she chose. "Good idea," He says as he moves back to the table. "I don't think it'd go over as well if Ras suggested it. But same thing there, as with me going to see him. Don't press it. Offer and leave it be." "Are ya' sure?" the blonde inquires of Waki, peering at the other jar she said she'd soon sample, the bronzer's next words inviting a knowing nod. Pause, brow-scrunch. "Wait; ya' mean...Madilla?" Because it probably wouldn't follow if he meant Cailluneth, given the the green allowed her rider to slug K'zin. "No shit..." Alida comments over Rasavyth trying to offer the help they've spoken of, the woman nodding again. "Dunno' any other way. I'm not one ta' beg 'r cajole." With that branch of conversation having reached its conclusion, the guard finds herself looking at the murals on the walls again, and twisting her lips. "Now that I got the first coat uv white up...it looks pretty stark at my place." Beat. "'Least I don't have tawdry crap ta' cover, though. Just baby bullshit." Smirk. "Yeah. She doesn't think there's ever a reason to hit someone." K'zin chews his lip as though that's been food for thought for him. "So just... careful when you ask her, ok? Or let me ask her?" It's sort of odd. K'zin is reserved in his accounting of his conversation with the healer. Clearly there's more to the story that he's not telling, where when it concerns so many others, he chatters without thought for what personal items he might be accidentally sharing. "By the way. I sparred with Mave." He frowns, "She kicked my ass. Gonna have to pick training up a bit harder, if you don't mind?" A glance slides to the second bedroom, "I'm thinking I'll make that room into a training room." Since it's not likely that he'll need two bedrooms to himself. He glances to the murals, then back at Alida. "You want me to paint something for you? I mean, I can probably copy that-" He points to the tawdriest (that's viewable in the main area, anyway) mural, "-exactly for you. Like, right in front of your bed." He gives her an incorrigible grin as he pours the tea, passing her a mug before taking up his own.
The smack is taken in stride, though the arm is shaken a little after to take the sting out of it. "Yeah," He lets the topic of the Weyrhealer drop and instead responds to the discussion of the sparring match. "It may have also been that I was maybe a little worried about hurting her. I mean, I know she's strong and all, but I'm big and she's small. And I know it was sparring, and I wasn't trying to let her win," He sounds almost whiny now, disappointed in himself, "But I really don't know if I did. Not that we'll be sparring for a little while I think. Not after the play. Not after..." He trails off, and his eyes close, his expression looking pained, troubled, and all together upset for a moment. K'zin draws in a breath and then flops into a seat, picking up his tea. None of this erases that he still wants to learn and a nod accepts the necessary time-tax. "Yeah. I did. I sketch pretty well, I guess. It's harder to do it bigger, but I think the scenes came out okay." After listening to Waki while carefully sipping her tea, "Don't hold back, even in sparring, unless yer opponent is clearly vastly inferior." Blow, sip. "Mm, good tea." Onward. "It makes y'vulnerable, and it's an insult t'yer opponent." Beat. "And it doesn't allow either uv' ya' ta' learn the proper, full lessons." Her small smile sinks into a level expression with K'zin's troubled demeanor, and after answering his former offer with a low, "I'd like that," the blonde clips off a more emphatic, "Out with it." "It's-- well, not really important," K'zin answers her demand with a sigh and shrug. "Mave's mom died. Just -- you know, wish I could fix it. But some things, there are no fixes for. I don't like feeling helpless. Anyway, so it'll probably just be practice with you for a while, not her. Don't need any accidents." The bronzer lifts his tea and takes a long sip, ready to drop the topic entirely. His eyes go to the previously suggested mural. "You mean you want this one?" Surprise touches the edges of his eyes, "Or you mean just something?" Unless he got the wrong offer entirely that she was accepting. "Ahh...yeah," Alida murmurs low, bobbing her head once, and sipping from her tea. "Nobody likes feelin' helpless." Another nod. "Best ta' keep it that way, since I know exactly how much damage my techniques c'n deal...keep ya' from sufferin' any debilitating damage." Of course, the bruises and beatings will continue. "Shells no!" is the blonde's instant rejoinder, her expression disgusted for a moment. "I want... a beach at Ista. I found a drawing uv' it...you'd have ta' add in a few extras, 'n color it, but that's all." K'zin's amusement is clear, dropping the drearier topics that he doesn't want to talk about anyway in favor of this one. "A beach at Ista, huh? So are you gonna go to Ista when we graduate? I hear there's a bunch of us maybe making the trip. Though, I guess I was invited before I was an idiot and got Sabs mad at me." Not that he seems to be spending much time on that greenrider these days, more oft seen exchanging the occasional smile-from-across-the-room-or-formation with Telavi, not Sabs. "If you get me the drawing, I'll see what I can do. What kinds of things do you want added?" "If I get my way, you bet'cher ass I will. I intend on partyin', drinking, an' swimming in warm water, fer once," Alida answers with a certain vehemence, the blonde then sighing. "It's still so far off..." One hand raises, takes a slow swipe over her face, settles beside her mug of tea. One day at a time. Green eyes meet browns again. "Saw you 'n Telavi chattin' it up a bit..." Smirkie. "Got a copy I barely managed t'make back 't my place. I'll get it to ya' next time one uv' us decides ta' meet up with the other after drills 'n shit." Sip, think. "Wanna' date palm tree in the foreground...make it feel like I c'n step right inta' the scene." Her hand drifts right, towards the bottom of her mental picture of the mural. "And I want it closer ta' sunset, but not actual sunset. I hear the sun turns orange, then red as it hits the horizon..." What, she's never seen a full sunset before? "You had a chance to go up to the Hot Springs yet?" K'zin's tone says he has, and certainly enjoyed it! "They're great! And warm. They only smell kinda funny." He's a boy, that doesn't bother him much. "Ras loves them." He thinks a moment on her edits to the image, seeing it in his mind's eye, "Alright, so a lot to do with perspective." The bronzer "hmms", a sound deep in his throat. "Okay. Get me the image and I'll work on the perspective bit. I'm not bad with it, but if it's going on a wall, I'd better get better. "Are sunsets different at Ista? You want the sand black like theirs is?" As for Tela he gives a simple, casual shrug. After all, she's the one that put the smooching topic off limits as a "shop talk" add on. "No..." Alida grouses out softly. "Suddenly got an itchy dragon again, now that I'm usin' the flyin' straps a lot. Havin' ta' oil 'im everywhere they touch, slide over...extra oiling." Nose-wrinkle. "I dunno'..." about the sun being different looking at Ista. "Yeah, black sand, with a tiny twinkle in it here 'n there...like the sun's catching somma' the reflective stuff in it." "You should check it out. Warm water for both of you to bathe in." K'zin comments emphatically and with a smile. Then he's sipping at his tea, nodding to her description. "I'll have to think how to make the glitters happen. Maybe mix in a bit of the glass shavings from some of the stained glass workings the glass smiths do. I'll maybe see if N'ky has some ideas. Or N'hax. Or Thraland." His quasi-Smithly and Smithly resources. "Thinka' somethin' I might be able ta' offer in return... within reason," Alida murmurs quietly as Waki speaks, the woman already becoming caught up her inner vision of Ista upon her wall... its bit of perpetual summer perhaps easing the often cold blonde's heart some. More sipping of tea transitions into a sudden, "Feelin' restless." Again. "Still want that help?" "Nah, I'm alright. I don't think I'll get the painting in tonight." Obviously, he's not in a hurry to deal with the murals. K'zin sets his mug on the table and then twists it with his fingertips. "You don't need to offer me something in return. Alida, we're friends. Friends help, without keeping score." Maybe she doesn't know since she hasn't had many. "But I would like some more help with the sparring, if you don't mind." There's a rumble from Rasavyth, and K'zin's standing up, "Oh, hey, I almost forgot. I've got a thing to do tonight down in the Craft Complex. Ras just reminded me." He pushes up out of his chair. It's the heralding of the end of their chat, the bronzerider waiting for the guard to down her tea or relinquish it before he walks with her to the ledge, shrugging into his coat, and allowing her to take off first before bronze is dropping away from the ledge. |
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