Logs:A Girl's Advice
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| RL Date: 1 January, 2016 |
| Who: Drex, Lys |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Drex needs advice about a gift for Angry Farideh; Lys does her best to be a girl. |
| Where: Nighthearth, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 15, Month 9, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Farideh/Mentions, Itsy/Mentions, V'ret/Mentions |
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>---< Nighthearth, High Reaches Weyr(#1549RJ) >------------------------------< With its entrance located between the kitchen and the living cavern, this tiny bubble cavern is cozy, always kept warm and is filled with comfortable chairs and a small round table. At the far end, there's a hearth, outlined in ruddy, aging bricks, where a pot of stew simmers in the evening hours. Generally quiet, the nighthearth is the haunt of insomniacs and those seeking quiet from the bustle of daily Weyr life. -----------------------------< Active Players >----------------------------- Drex M 20 6'2 muscled, black hair, brown eyes 2m Lys F 20 5'5" slender, blonde hair, blue-green eyes 0s It's not unusual to find Lys at the nighthearth, particularly not after dinner and before the hour grows too late. Her familiar patchwork satchel is at her feet and there's a clipboard in lap and book open on the conjoined armrests of her comfortable chair and the one beside it. Her klah mug must be empty for it's forgotten near her feet and whatever she's taking notes on must be very dry in presentation or subject matter for her hand rises at regular intervals to rub at her eyes and she shifts to sit up straighter before inevitably, slowly slouching back down as time goes on. Drex doesn't exactly keep typical hours -- he's more likely to be up late, but usually at the bar if not in the weyr he shares with his girl. He's slouching as he makes his way into the nighthearth, frowning around the room before his gaze settles on Lys. He puts on his customary scowl as he approaches her and drops into the other armchair nearest her. "So, like, yer a girl." Amazing powers of observation on this one. For however dry the content, it speaks to Lys' willingness and intention to focus that she doesn't notice the man's approach until he's dropping into the armchair, and when she looks up and finds it's Drex, she looks genuinely surprised, blinking at him as he makes his brilliant deduction. Her eyes narrow a little, but in confusion, "... yes?" The tone suggests she's not sure if she's missing something. "Hi," is slightly more friendly, if a little awkwardly placed in the conversation. Somebody seems to have forgotten about the niceties of greeting someone before starting a conversation. But then, Drex is an uncouth sailor, so that's to be expected, no? "You don't sound sure," the sailor observes, with a distinct frown painting his features. On the upside, if it can be called that, he's no longer scowling. "I am a girl," Lys says with more certainty, though still with a tone of confusion. "Does it matter?" Her clipboard slides to the side. "Congratulations, by the way. Haven't seen you since Ethran was born." Not really, anyway. There's more niceties for him, perhaps he'll learn from Lys' example. "Ok, 'cos -- I wouldn't want to have to explain that to Ev," Drex says, still frowning. "Well, yeah," is said in the same tone one might say, well duh. "You know, you, being a girl, means you know what girls like, yeah?" apparently this requires a pause for confirmation, either that or he's still not convinced given the confusion in Lys' tone. The mention of his son earns a quick flash of a grin, genuine. "He's a funny lookin' thing, aint he?" "He would be deeply shocked," Lys replies with great gravity of the first. "Tiny and pretty squishy," she agrees, complimentarily. "How babies are supposed to look, I think." She doesn't have much in the way of experience there. "I am a girl, but I'm not really good at being a regular girl. But if you're talking about what Farideh likes, we've been close," though whether or not they still are is another matter. "What's up?" is asked as she leans to tuck the clipboard away and then the book. At least it seems she's willing to give him her undivided attention for whatever it is. Drex gives one of those half shrugs of his, where it's the barest movement of his shoulder. "Aint seen too many babies out on the ocean. Can't see Itsy ever gettin' herself knocked up, none." He's snickering at the thought though, as absurd as it might be. "Anyway. Just so long as no one teases him or nothin'." Because apparently his father has that part covered. His grin fades as she goes on, and he goes back to frowning, which seems to be the current default for him. "Well, I want to buy her a present that might make her less angry at me for something I might do." "'Neither," Lys agrees of Itsy, her nose wrinkling just a little at the idea. "Nice that he has you for that. I never did." It's brief but oddly genuine about the sailor's role in his son's life. All this gives Lys a little time to think on Drex's last words. There's a lot there. "The sort you give to her before you do the thing or after? And what kind of angry are we talking?" "I don't know yet," is Drex's answer to the greenrider's question, not particularly elucidating. "Aint decided. And... not so angry. Like, the kind of, we've been sleeping together for almost three Turns, so she probably expects it, but she's still going to be mad because Farideh, angry." It's Lys' turn to frown. "Yeah," is easily agreed of Farideh angry without the need for more explanation, but: "I'm going to need more information if you want me to be thinking along the right lines. Because there's stuff that can fix simple Farideh, angry and there's stuff that would take an awful lot more. The best thing is going to be something that only you could give her, or only something you would think to give her, something meaningful. She really loves you, so as long as it's not dumb, she'd probably love whatever you got her. Well, not-angry Farideh would," she corrects. The default frown is getting decidedly more frowny, Drex clearly not understanding half of what Lys is saying. "Just... y'know, point my compass in the vague direction of something, at least." Lys stares at him a moment in silence. Then she takes a breath and slowly lets it out. "Igen," she says as she reaches down to snag hold of the strap of her bag; the fact that she uses, at first, only one word to answer probably isn't a judgment. "Remember how she worked on that Igen bazaar thing when she was a candidate? She really likes everything Igen. She probably doesn't miss it as much now, but probably still some. There are some traders out in Igen that I know that always had nice Igen-made stuff." It's could be an offer or maybe just something to go on. "Igen," Drex echoes, for a moment. "I guess that could... work." He's already thinking, distracted, pushing up from the chair and starting to walk off like the conversation's over, except without a goodbye. "Bye, Drex!" Lys might not normally bother to call after him, but after the other niceties, what's one more? Well, it does get her one thing from the sailor, at least, a mumbled: "Uh, yeah. Thanks," before Drex slouches his way out the door. |
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