Logs:A Knight and His Lady
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| RL Date: 23 July, 2014 |
| Who: Ghena, Knioth, Ekoth, U'by |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Knioth wins the fair maiden's hand and the riders deal with an awkward after. |
| Where: Guest Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 3, Month 5, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Gallania/Mentions, N'gan/Mentions, Thedrin/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated. U'by by K'zin. |
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| Guest Weyr, High Reaches Weyr This broad ledge is dappled with bright light in the morning and commands a lovely view of the eastern end of the bowl, including the lake and the trees that dot the shoreline. Reached by a flight of stone steps that climb up from the bowl floor, the ledge is relatively low, an easy jump down to the ground; possibly its selection was a safety precaution, so anyone stumbling out the wrong way after a flight would be unlikely to break his or her neck. Within the weyr itself is a comfortably-sized dragon wallow, rarely used but swept clean nonetheless. The cavern broadens as it stretches back away from the entrance to reveal a neatly made double-sized bed pushed up against the back wall, a press at its foot with an extra blanket folded on top of it and two chairs standing guard to either side of the hearth. A rectangular table lurks against the side wall, kept stocked with a pitcher of water and a basket of seasonal fruits. The weyr is well-lit and kept immaculately clean, the refreshing scents of citron-infused sweetsand mingling with the tang of herbs.
It's not that Ghena hasn't participated in flights before, Knioth pretty much takes over that arena cleanly, it's only when she loses that sense of smug self satisfaction (and the obnoxious urge to write a sonnet) that her head clears enough for her to realize what's going on. "Oh. Uh... Yeah I think so." She pats down as though checking to make sure her limbs are all there, and it's about a minute before she realizes she's naked. Sheet snagged, after all every rider should know how to make a makeshift toga for occasions such as these. "Well not exactly how I pictured the first time to go, I ah, didn't hurt you did I?" U'by's flushed face jerks back toward the young woman, abruptly paling upon the words 'first time.' She probably should count herself lucky that he hasn't fainted dead away. His eyes are wide. It takes the redhead a conscious effort to swallow and say, after some silent stuttering and rapid blinking, "First time winning a flight, you mean?" And not, he's surely praying the other kind of first time. "Eh both?" She shrugs, studying his face a moment. "Knioth really likes Ekoth, and they seemed to really connect." So Ghena lost that round with her dragon, at least she's not crying or fussing over it. "Was better than when he first started chasing, I had to take my clothes in for mending. This time round was, far far better than I expected. I mean I don't feel the urge to rush out of the hall in nothing but a sheet in terror so that is a good start right?" "Oh, sweet mother Faranth," U'by's swear takes his voice softly into a higher register, his cheeks flooding anew with color. "I-I-I-" this is louder, meant for Ghena where the last was probably not for anyone. Only the greenrider can't seem to find words after that so he hunches his shoulders a little bit forward, and if she moves just so, she'll see his hands, white-knuckled clenching the blanket in his lap. He's trying to gather his wits. They'll come, if she gives him enough time to get at, "I am-- so -- sorry. I mean," there's sort of a rapid gesture as he twists enough that he can turn his head and look at her. The gesture indicates her, and then him, and then her again and then falls to his lap to clench the blanket again. The second, "I'm sorry," seems to mean something different, "I don't know your name." Wide blue eyes fix on the man clutching the blanket in his lap, "Careful you might strain something useful. Ghena of blue Knioth." Of course he probably knows her dragon's name because Knoith is singing his green's name in her mind. "What is there to be sorry for? I mean it's a part of weyr life and riding. Do you need a drink or something, I mean I know I'm not the girliest thing out there but it could have always been worse." Not that she knows how necessarily. "You look like you're ready to pass out." Ghena is making the assumption that anything of U'by is going to be useful in this particular situation. This assumption might be flawed. "I-- a drink-- no. I don't think-- no, that's not a good idea just now." The redhead half-processes aloud. "Ghena." He twists a little more to face her, apparently not thinking to offer his name in return. "I just--" am holdbred? "I just wish it had been something a little-- more--" romantic? "Well, not this. For you. I mean, you're young, and beautiful and I'm--" U'by. Older, very red-headed and kind of goofy looking U'by. He can't find the words or at least doesnt' say them. "Can I make it up to you somehow?" Because the bluerider's given so much indication that he has anything to make up to her. "My idea of romantic is a bottle of whiskey and a fire so - this was really and truly fine." She shakes her head, "If you are wanting to make anything up to me, not that there is anything to make up mind - maybe dinner and drinks in the Snowasis?" She moves to find her pants since she assumes she did have some, at one point or another. "Um... there is something I should possibly warn you about though - you ah.. well." How should she put this. "It was only one flight, and I've been taking herbs since he started chasing but well - My mom managed 11 kids as a green rider, who betweens frequently and my brother has twins so - uh hopefully nothing takes?" It's probably something you shouldn't tell a poor shellshocked greenrider. She's trying to kill him. There's no other explanation. She must be trying to kill him. Poor U'by can't even voice a mild-mannered swear this time; all that comes out when he tries is a high-pitched sound that is nothing but nerves. His hand claps over his mouth in the next moment and stays there for one breath... Two breaths... Three breaths... Four breaths. And just when it seems he might never find words again, he does. "Dinner. And drinks. Okay." The words come out sounding a little strangled, but they get out. And if he checks in with Ghena once a seven until they're sure they're free of unforeseen consequences... Well, she can just be glad it's not daily. It's her turn to look suspicious, and if she was calm about the first time the squeaks and strangling sounds are starting to chisel away that calm. "This isn't - you know - your first time with a girl?" She asks finally, eying the redhead as she locates her shirt and breeches with no qualms about nudity. Not that she puts anything on display, more like she's rushing to escape the dying greenrider. "I mean, I feel bad now. You sure I'm not supposed to be the one buying dinner?" She forgot to ask Telavi about that part. "I-- what? No, no, nonononono." U'by is quick to assure, though likely not out of any sense of violated manhood. "I've been a rider for-- shards, seven turns now. A greenrider." Which is to say there have been other flights. He must have at least picked up on her discomfort because the blurted, "I'm Holdborn," and the equally unplanned, "Blooded, even," seem to be desperate attempts to explain. It's well-known that holders, and probably Blooded more than most, have hang-ups about things. Things like obviously averting their gazes from naked women, which U'by does. "I'll buy dinner." This much is firm. He's a Man after all. The, "If you still want it," that follows is considerably less sure, which probably undermines his previous effort a touch. He steals a glance toward her to see if she'd clothed, prepared to abort the glance if there's still too much flesh. What luck for him, that she'd just finished wriggling into and fastening her breeches. She's mostly dressed now. "Dinner is good." Though she may feel slightly guilty about it, since clearly this mess is all her fault. "Thought Blooded folk couldn't stand, something about inheritances or something." Fingers working the buttons to her tunic, checking her pockets for something. "Do I get to know your name?" "Oh, I'm not-- I was twenty-four," like this explains things, only he seems to realize it doesn't because he goes on, "And unmarried," another attempt and realization that probably doesn't help. "I'm a distant relation." He seems a little more satisfied with the third attempt to explain why he was able to Stand. "They don't encourage it now, not after what happened with Tillek's first heir, and then the would-be," he can't seem to help a small shudder at the second. But then, N'gan isn't known for being a Wonderful Person and he does ride a dragon that could catch a green, so maybe there's some personal experience there. "But I Impressed before N'gan." So before it was so actively discouraged. Then that the last question was asked seems to suddenly enter his stream of consciousness, "Willoughby," is an automatic answer, one which he has to correct and probably only came out because they were just speaking of his Holder roots. "U'by. I'm U'by. Ekoth's rider. We're with Icicle wing," which is more information than she asked for, but with Ekoth's graceful acrobatics, it's probably not a surprise. That that makes him her mother's wingmate... well. He doesn't seem to know that, at least. If his explanation is meant to explain, it's completely lost on her, though she listens dutifully "I see." Comes the answer for blood, though she smiles at the name. "My mom flies Icicle." She comments though seeming to think better of giving her mother's name since this has already been made incredibly awkward and well family tended to make things more awkward. "Well met U'by, sorry if it was an awkward way to meet but well these things happen. Do you two mind if Knioth sticks around, he seems very reluctant to leave her company." « Thou shouldst cuddle. » She makes a face, but it's not directed at the poor greenrider. "He also seems to think me leaving this room is rude but I assume you'd be more comfortable dressing without some blue rider ogling." How many greenriders in Icicle can have eleven children and bear a resemblance to Ghena? Probably not more than than one judging by the way the man pales again. It's been quite the exercise for his blood, running to and fleeing from his face. That's going to be an awkward morning drills conversation! But either he figures saying her name would bring the awkward out into the room where it can frolic freely among them, or he's simply distracted by the last bit, which is what he responds to first. "You would ogle?" He sounds surprised and disbelieving before he's filling in for himself, "Oh, turn of phrase." Obviously, she couldn't have meant it. "Of course, he can stay." U'by looks to the young woman and adds with that blood coming back north, "You can too, if you like. I mean, obviously not to--" Or is it? He seems to have confused himself or leastways scared himself into silence and a good look at the floor beneath where his feet dangle at the foot of the bed. Ghena snorts, "Well considering I've just discovered the wonders of dragon sex, and sex in general, why wouldn't I ogle?" Clearly there's something she's missing here. "I think I had better leave before you bust a blood vessel but I will hold you to dinner and drinks. Good luck at drills tomorrow." The first as U'by staring at her, though he doesn't seem to know how to answer. "R-right. Yes. Okay. Yes." It comes in a rush as he finds the floor again with his eyes, as though it might have some answer as to what just happened here. |
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