Logs:All for a Tree
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| RL Date: 29 August, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, N'rek |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Telgar Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: After a private graduation party goes awry, hangovers and other things are dealt with. |
| Where: N'rek's weyr, Telgar Weyr; Esvay Valley, Nabol |
| When: Day 21, Month 8, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Jo/Mentions, Yesia/Mentions, Nita/Mentions, Z'ian/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Some nsfw; feel free to add or correct anything. |
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| The sunlight was blinding. Edyis squeezed her eyes shut against the encroaching light, huddling closer to the warm body beside her with a groan. A string of sulfurous curses escapes, her lips brushing against his chest. Aching arms reach to drag the quilt over her head, shutting out the offending daylight. She peers at the face of her bedmate through one half lidded eye, as though to reassure herself that she did not go home with a stranger. The expression becomes one of extreme relief at recognizing the Telgari brownrider's face. N'rek's a light sleeper, most times. He has his arm about Ed, his eyes half-lid to the sun streaming in through the half-opened curtain of his weyr. It's only when Ed stirs that he shifts to accommodate her - and he meets her gaze readily enough and catches the relief therein. "The way you were drunk yesterday," come his lazy voice, eased with sleep and low so as not to jar her senses too much. "I'm surprised you don't think you're sleeping out on the ledge with the dragons." He cracks a smile. It's slow coming, her response, almost whispered as though the sound itself is a painful thing. "If I'd been cuddling Akluseth, I wouldn't be this sore all over, and I'm fairly sure his breath is far worse in the morning," drawing a slow deep breath, inhaling that familiar woody scent. Her brows draw together then. "I didn't dance on the bar, or strip, or try to tie you to anything did I?" She wonders sheepishly struggling to piece together her memory of the night's events. Still, she curls close, comforted by that arm wrapped around her. "You've cuddled your dragon before?" Rek has to ask, his low voice tinged with amusement now. "And no, as far as I know. You didn't dance on the bar. I would've remembered you stripping and I could be willing to be tied up." He sounds like he's honest, at least. "Just had one too many," he tells her then, dropping a kiss to her forehead as she curls close to him. "I warned you last night you were going to hate it in the morning. I hope this isn't your first time." It's almost a question, the way that last is raised and mingled with his amusement with the whole thing. Maybe, just maybe, that last has a touch of innuendo to it, too. "He, doesn't judge me for it." She wrinkles her nose, possibly teasing, as she speaks of the brown currently dozing on the ledge to save himself from her hangover. " You were there the first time, remember?" Unable to resist a wolfish grin even as her eyes squeeze shut. "I do admit, it is the first time I've had trouble remembering what happened, though." Edyis exhales slowly, opening both eyes then, to study his face. She returns his kiss with a press of her lips against the corner of his mouth. burying her face against his neck then. "I don't usually drink quite that much." She admits, "Do you mind filling me in on what I'm forgetting then? I went and got the last of the inkwork done, and I was supposed to meet someone for drinks..." Snickering as he leans back, "I suppose we all have our quirks," N'rek teases her, then adds, "The first time you got drunk? No, I think I'd remember something like that. Hopefully with much less clothes involved." He studies her in the balmy morning light as much as Edyis does him, tasting those offered lips and drawing her closer to him. As to what happened, "I wasn't there for most of it," he admits with a touch of wry, "but I think Jo was. I found you both on the beach since that brown of yours called us. You were pretty wasted by then," he notes with an amused pointed look. "Goaded Jo pretty hard about some greenrider she's interested in and then she left. Or ran," he amends with a blink. "She was acting strange for her. Anyway, then it was just you and me." He doesn't need to elaborate from there on, the expression on his face says. She smirks, "Ah, so that's what you meant. First time I've been that drunk since impressing him." Teasing him back. That Jo was there seems to draw some recollection back from a mid hangover hazed memory. Enough that she squints uncomfortably, "Greenrider... oh... shit. I'm going to pay for that, she can be kind of vindictive, Jo." Though there's a giggle, "Not that I am not entirely sure it wasn't worth it to see her on the defensive for a change." "You mean you've gotten drunk like that before you Impressed?" and N'rek angles a look down at her, as if he's imagining her in that state more often before shaking his head. "Don't see it," comes at the end of that. That she's looking concerned about Jo and retaliation, he shakes his head again and says, "She was likely just embarrassed. She might not do anything," though this IS Jo they're talking about. "I'm surprised she even gets embarrassed. I also seem to recall you telling me you didn' want me near said greenrider, yourself," he also notes now, the grin taking on a bit of a knowing edge to it as he recalls. "She the type to make you nervous?" He's teasing, obviously, but at the same time, he doesn't look like he's going to let her out of this, either. "Not quite that drunk, but I used to go out with Nita and some of the Savannah wingriders before." She admits with a soft laugh, "My inhibitions serve a purpose and should stay as they are." There's a sort of giggle at Jo getting embarrassed at all. "Strange, isn't it?" So she must not be that worried. It's his second admission that has her hiding her face. "I didn't. Did I?" What he might be able to see of her face would suggest severe blushing. "You can't pretend you just didn't hear that can you?" Edyis exhales slowly, the throbbing in her skull intensifying. When it's clear he won't let it go, she answers;"Isn't so much that she makes me nervous, it's just the way Yesia is. She loves being the center of male attention in the room, and she's the sort of girl who knows she can hold it." Sidestepping the heart of the issue neatly. "Uh-huh," is all N'rek says on her drunkedness, teasing as if he doesn't believe her. On Jo, "Only a little," he admits on it being strange. "There was one before. I heard it all," he adds, looking and catching the blush that's all over Edyis's face enough to draw a thumb over her cheek. "Nothing to be ashamed of," he says, watching her. "Intoxication shows our truest thoughts." He's really staring at her now. He's slow to answer on Yesia, his focus obviously more on the topic at hand involving her and her territorial streak, but he's willing state, "Jo's not a male. You don't like being the center of male attention?" he asks now. "One before, you mean one that was more than just a fuck between friends or another notch in her bedpost?" She wonders of Jo. "She seems the type to never delve too deeply, and I can't blame her in that." As to the flush of color, it only deepens under scrutiny. "I don't know about truest, but I would say it brings out impulses otherwise buried." Under his steady gaze she swallows carefully, "I don't particularly care about being the center of attention. And no, Jo isn't, and therein lies her greatest obstacle with that one." She traces her fingertips over his stomach, idly, or perhaps it is an attempt at distraction from the topic at hand. "You free later today?" With a roll of shoulders to get more comfortable on the bed, "Yeah," Rek tells her. "Z'ian. She delved pretty deeply with him, as I recall. Gave me a black eye when I teased her about it and everything," and he's grinning at the memory. "Met the man, though. Good sort. Not really your typical bronzerider, either. Somehow they worked." As for impulses, "So your impulse is to claim me," he teases her gently with a nudge. "Or is it that you don't want to share me? I must be that good in bed, then." His muscles shift under Ed's touch, watching her and watching her fingers before answering on that last with a single nod. "What do you want to do?" Ed laughs, imagining that black eye. His tease however, halts the lazy movement of her fingertips briefly. "We are dragonriders, it would be stupid and selfish to answer yes on both counts." Her fingers resuming their path along those Inklines, followed by her lips. "Aside from more of what we did last night?" A beat, " I would like to head down to Nabol with you, you can pick that tree out, if you wanted." "More the long distance than the fact that we ride on dragons," N'rek comments in return with a slight shake of his head. "It's not stupid, nor selfish. Weyrmates manage pretty well. Do you believe as some like Jo, then? That love is best kept for those that have no goal in life other than tending cattle or writing songs?" Eyes seeks hers out before he follows the line she traces, and his grin grows when Ed asks for more of last night. "Sounds like a plan," he says on picking out the tree. "Would I have to pay something? How soon do you want to go?" "No, but," She draws a breath then, as though the word were a live coal on the tip of her tongue. "Love is a dangerous thing, it can be used to justify all kinds of things that aren't healthy to the parties involved. It also carries a certain responsibility." She meets his gaze then, searching his expression as though it might give some clue to to his thoughts. "Already bartered for." Her answer on the tree given with the barest graze of teeth against the top of his hip bone. "We can go today if you want." "Love's not that bad," N'rek is to the contrary. "Unless you have enemies lurking everywhere, waiting to snatch all you hold dear...." he trails that off before adding on, "Not that I'm a huge patron of it, but, I don't think it's a bad thing either. I mean, if two people are meant to be, then why run from it?" He's not easy to read and his answers always smooth, but the look in his eyes at least spell honesty. He taps his fingers over her stomach as he gets her graze of teeth, his nails curling into her skin as in a sudden movement, he shifts himself by gripping her by the hips with both hands and tries to roll her underneathe him. "Today," he agrees to that with her, drawing both of her arms up above her head if she allows it. "But not right now." His voice lowers as he murmurs it close to Ed's lips, a touch playful in his restraint of her. "Why advocate it, if not a patron?" She wonders, a dark brow lifted expectantly, amusement seeping in at the edges. After a beat, she allows; "I don't want to ask for more than what is willingly given." Her eyes seek out his then, crinkling at the corners. "I would rather bask in the moment and accept happiness as it comes, if it comes." It is his sudden movement that has her gasping in a peal of laughter, arching against him as he pins her. Her mouth eagerly seeking his with equal playfulness. "I am a patron," Rek reiterates, watching her before he flips her under. "Just not much of one. I am the same way when it comes to asking for what's willingly given.The present should be enjoyed." But then, that's all he wants to say. He has a very attractive women underneath him and he's not about waste time with more words - especially when she's just as eager as he is. It's sometime later that he will finally try and coax Edyis out of bed, drawing a line of gentle kisses along her new tattoo with his lips barely touching her skin. It might still sting, but with him, pain is becoming commonly associated with pleasure. "About that tree?" he poses to her whether's she's fully asleep or not, trying to rouse her up. She mutters darkly as he attempts to coax her out of the very comfortable bed, but after a few moments of kisses over the flames, she sighs. "I suppose, though you make staying in more attractive by the minute." Slipping out of the bed when he's done enticing her, and searching for the clothes she must have been wearing at some point. Dressing is expedient, and she works her long dark curls into a braid, working the odd little hairpins back in after fishing them from her flight jacket pocket. Akluseth rouses too, with a deep rumble and cat like stretch. « Bout time, you know, it's a good thing he lives here, you'd never get anything anything otherwise. » The brown teases, before sharing visuals with his ledge buddy. When they finally pop out of between it is above Esvay Valley, the whole of the place stretched below. Their goal is deeper in, away from the minor holding near the river fork, and it's in a small but adequate clearing that Akluseth lands. « See? I told you. Trees! » Setting silvered fishes to swim among them. A weathered old holder makes his way from the cothold when dragon wings are heard. "Edyis, good to see you. I was beginning to wonder if you would come back before the season changed." His linen hued eyes crinkled at the edges. Getting to his feet and reaching for his pants, "We could stay in," N'rek says, "but then we'll just have to try it all over again the next day. And then your wing's going to end up coming here to accuse one Telgari rider of keeping you away." Wouldn't that be fun, his expression twinkles with it. Once he's dressed, he heads for the ledge as Largath takes in the given visuals before they mount and end up in Esvay Valley. Largath lingers in the air perhaps longer than Akluseth as if he's taking in the view and submitting it to memory as he sends back to his fellow brown, « This is great! We didn't have to give them anything either! » Small mercies. Once landed, N'rek comes up alongside Edyis and stays quiet - willing to let her do the talking. « Not exactly not giving them something, Ed and I are going to help get the lumber to Nabol. » Akluseth confesses with an air of secrecy. That Edyis is all smiles probably has something to do with the Telgari brownrider, still she greets Wes with a handshake. "Northern grove right? Hardwoods ok too or just the soft?" She asks. Those linen hued eyes take in the Telgari rider curiously, but if he thinks the foreigner is out of place he doesn't seem inclined to ask. Instead; "Three seasons if you want a hardwood, but otherwise I don't have any objections." Ed tilts her head and nods. "Fair enough, we will be back come tithe time then.." She must mean herself and Akluseth since she's attempting to snag Rek's hand, and drag him off down the path in the direction of the the trees. "Wes was a friend of my father." She explains once out of earshot. « That's not bad, » Largath sends, though it's clear he doesn't equate how much lumber a dragon could carry. Mostly, he's watching the proceedings up ahead as N'rek studies the man and watches the exchange in silence. Once deals are made and his hand is snagged, "Largath and I could help with that," he offers as he lets her take the lead, the Telgari looking back towards the man. "It's something we've done before, and this is something you're going out of your way to do for us, so....I can tell he recognized you," he goes on to add then quietly. Studying her now, "You alright? Being back here?" he asks her now. « It will be fun! » "Only if you want to, I wanted to do it. Helps Wes out and I wanted to do something for you too." She glances back over her shoulder in the direction they came from. "Barely, I'm a sight different now than I was then. Dresses and ribbons, all respect and duty. He respected my father, was disappointed by my brother, and doesn't quite know what to make of me." At the last she nods, "Been awhile since I got my brother banished. Even longer since Rone's raids." Largath seems to consider his fellow dragon with « Do you like to lift trees? » as N'rek nods firmly to him and his brown helping out. "Not that I'm saying you're not capable," he notes aloud to Ed. "It's just that I'd feel better at least doing something since you're getting me a tree. It looks like they have good quality here, too," he's looking around as they move, studying what he sees with a sharp eye. "I'm not even sure what I would want to make out of it. You were into dresses and ribbons? Will I get to see what that looked like?" Of course he's going to tease about that, a brow lift going Ed's way. As for respect and duty, something more serious," And now?" he asks in his quiet way, his curiosity laid bare in his gaze. « I like to do things. » Which might involve lifting trees, as far as Akluseth is concerned. Edyis smiles softly then, "I wasn't saying I don't appreciate it, I always enjoy your company." The trees that grow here are various, many planted after the comet pass, but some are far older, stubborn survivors like most who live in the valley. "I just wanted to do something more than showing up on your ledge naked." She smiles, then; "How do you normally decide?" She asks, fingers still laced with his if he allows as they walk. "I still wear dresses on the right occasions." She laughs, "Maybe the next gather or feast I will get all dolled up, if you want to see it that badly. In return though, you have to promise to dance with me." The last seems to make her quieter and more thoughtful, "Now I would have to say I'm just a walking contradiction." She looks to him then, curious. "What about you, and what you were like before Largath?" She wonders, "Jo mentioned she knew you from before, during her time at Greenfields." Studying the variety of trees they pass with interest, "You can show up on my ledge naked as many times as you want," N'rek is quick and open to tell her. "Shouldn't let anything stop you from that. As for what I look for," and his steps slow to a pause, his gaze over the clump of trees that currently has his interest, "I like trees with little blemishes. Makes it easier for me to work with. I try to avoid cutting down the really old ones, too. I like ones really young, smooth...ones like that," and he points towards one of the thinner trees in that clump. On Edyis wearing dresses, "Telgar Hold throws some pretty decent gathers. Maybe one day you can come by. I just might dance with you," and there's a smile angling down at her before he moves on to study more trees. What was I like, huh?" he considers her question with laughter in his voice. "I was....not so calm as I am now," he admit with a cough. "I knew Jo around the time she first arrived there. We both were a bunch of brats full of spit back then. Since Largath, I haven't been so much. Jo's a different story. What about you, before Akluseth?" "Not anything? Not even when you eventually go all moony eyed over someone?" She teases, "When you put it like that how's a girl to resist?" She laughs when he mentions Telgar gathers." Of youth she smiles watching him from the corner of her eye as they walk, "Scared of my own shadow, used to get pretty terrible nightmares actually. I hated it, always being afraid of something, be it letting someone down, or dragons, even fire." Her gaze clouds a moment then, "More ambitious then too, wanted to be some great hero, someone who had more going for them than just marriage and holder life." She shakes her head, "You know, the usual the cliches." "Someone?" N'rek looks at Ed, as if expecting clarification for that one. Then, more serious, "What kind of nightmares? Did...something bad happen here?" Here in Esvay Valley. Her last draws a knowing grin from him as he looks back towards the trees and moves forward to examine that one in particular. "I wanted to give my family a better life," he admits, placing a hand on the tree's surface as if testing it something. "I wanted to not be the one to disappoint them. I was pretty ambitious back then, too. It's interesting that becoming a dragonrider had never factored into all of that. Sometimes I wonder..." he pauses, eyes narrowing at the tree before removing his hand and stepping back. "Sometimes I wonder if I would have ever met Largath if I had stayed back home," he finishes with a slight frown. "That, my life would have gone down a different path otherwise." "If you were to fall for someone else, it would be rude to show up on your ledge naked." She's not looking at him as she clarifies.. "I like you," She admits at last, "but I have no clue what that entails, what is expected or what to expect or even what is reasonable." Finally daring to sneak a peak, expecting laughter. It's the serious questions that draw her eyes back earthward. Edyis closes them briefly, and when they open again, "Around the time that Nabol's succession came into contention. Raiders set fire to the fields and outbuildings at Esvay Hold, My father was severely burned, it took two weeks for him to finally succumb to his wounds." She exhales softly then, "Never been able to forget a minute of it." She admits, her hands slipping into the pockets of her flight jacket, "Few days later search riders showed up." She snorts then, "Never had much inkling to be a rider, and I was terrified of dragons, but my stepmother had four mouths to feed and nothing but ash in the fields. So, I accepted search and my younger siblings made it through the winter. Of course my eldest brother took over after the threat had been eliminated." A twitch of her jaw with that, "I've had issues with large fires and nightmares ever since. Akluseth put a stop to them, mostly. Flaming is a challenge, we weren't cleared for live drilling until the last couple months of weyrlinghood." She falls silent, watches as he studies the trees, listening with rapt attention as he talks of home. She seeks his gaze then, wondering softly; "What happened, that you regret it so much?" That the conversation turns towards something more intimate, it's clear that Edyis gets more of Rek's attention than the trees before them. Regarding her for something said, "What do you think it should entail?" he poses in a quiet question to her, studying her face for any expression. He's definitely not laughing at her. "We haven't exactly defined anything. As far as I knew, you were just using me for sex." Okay, there's a small bit of amusement attached to that one, but he's serious for the most part. In fact the last of that amusement ebbs away as he states in the lingering silence, "I like you, too, Ed." He fall silent as she explains her ordeal, the frown growing the more he hears. "Damn, that's..." he stops, shaking his head a little. "Did you want to stay here?" he asks her now. "After all that had happened?" But then she's asking after his own and he rubs at the side of his mouth as he looks away towards the trees. "I don't regret Largath," he says first, shaking his head. "He made it worth it. I just wanted a different path than the one my father laid out for me. He doesn't like to be defied," he notes dryly. "After leaving, I had a rough patch making it on my own," he continues as he starts to walk again. "Had to do some things just to keep living. It was around the time I met Jo back then, just as messed up and hungry like I was." She smirks the being used for sex comment, "Well to be fair, I thought the same thing until very recently, except that the arrangement was mutual." She bites her lip then answering the question left hanging, "I am not like Jo, I can get swept up in a moment with a friend on occasion but, aside from a time or two with Jo, you are still the only person I've been with." She is willing to grudgingly add; "And I certainly don't get inexplicably violent urges at the idea of someone flirting with Jo in front of me." There are a few beats of silence. "I would like to believe it entails having an open mind and being considerate of the other person. I can't say I won't screw it all up, but I am willing, whatever you want to try." It's when he says those five little words in the lingering silence that a slow spreading smile curls her mouth. The same smile that's been outing her to friends for months, lighting up her entire face. It lingers, even as she answers those questions about Esvay. "I missed it, but at the same time the weyr gave me opportunities I never would have had back home. I could do more for them at the weyr than I could have if I chose to go back. Besides life under my brother's edicts didn't appeal to me. I don't come back as much as I should, but other than folks like Wes, there isn't really anything left for me here. We've moved on, My younger siblings and me." She smiles at him, knowingly when the brown is mentioned, keeping pace with him, within easy reach, but also respectful of his space if he wants it. "What were you expected to become, and come to think of it, what was the long form of your name before?" The last earns a blush. She should know that shouldn't she? When he mentions meeting Jo, Ed is thoughtful, "After the mines, when the folks at greenfields took you two in?" She asks. N'rek's clearly a listener, for the little he says. Ed's first draws a grin her way, it conceding to agreement on the mutual aspects of their encounters so far. There's a slight odd look on the comment on the bluerider's promiscuity, the man seeming reluctant about something before he chooses to break his silence to say, "Hm. There's a lot of sides to that girl, and not all of them real. She could sell cold water to a thirsty man on a cold High Reaches day. You might be surprised what you find if you manage to look beyond what she shows you." It's honesty from him, belying of turns of him knowing the convict rider. He doesn't linger on Jo, choosing to face Edyis in that tree grove as he tells her, "I am interested, Edyis, and I wouldn't demand something like exclusivity with me. It would be pointless with our long distance situation," with him being in Telgar and all. "But, I like seeing you," he continues to say. "I like talking to you. I don't mind being used, like I said," he notes with that snicker escaping, "but I also wouldn't be against anything more with you." He nods on her answer about her family, seeming to expect it since he comments with, "That makes sense. You really do seem suited to Akluseth. He ever gets curious about your life before him?" He'll resume walking then, answering her first question with an easy, "I was good with my hands. Smithcraft, maybe. Ultimately. Thought about harperhall, too, but being a mediator would be the only thing I could bring to that craft. At one point, I wanted to work on a boat, or something where I could do all of it away from there. See other places and make beautiful things with my hands, you know?" and he briefly lifts up his palms, calloused from his work. She question on his name - and the blush that comes with it earns quick laughter and a, "Senerek. Largath hates the name still." Pause. "After the mines," he answers on origins and Jo with a decisive nod. "I got there before she did. They offered me a handiman position there and I was down on my luck at the time." "Even so, mask or not, I shudder to think about all the good liquor wasted by being thrown in her face." Edyis states almost affectionately of the convict bluerider. She listens as he stops in front of her, and she listens, nodding mostly in agreement. She's silent, mulling all of it over, looking him over in that way that generally suggests she's thinking about pouncing on him right then and there. "How about common sense guidelines, then? If something bothers you or I fuck up, you tell me." Her lips curl at the thought of him at Harper Hall, "Seems like you've managed a life where you can do just that. Where is your family from?" She asks and answers with a wry smile, "Senerek." Talk of the mines has her brows furrowing then, "How long did you get stuck there?" Before the mention of Greenfields again causes her to smile a little. "Jo said they tended to take in folks who've had a run of bad luck. They sound like good folks." She nods then, "So were you searched there, or did you wind up finding Largath another way?" "You would throw good liquor at her face?" N'rek seems to find immense humor in that since he adds, "Yeah, I'd like to just see that." Of course he's catching that look where Edyis wants to pounce him, and he doesn't look like he's going to go out of his way to deter her from that.Trees be damned. "Shouldn't be a problem, that," he considers her on guidelines. "We just keep doing what we're doing. I come talk to you, and you come talk to me. We can see where this goes." He's step up to her then, his arm moving to try and draw her in around her waist - drawing hip to hip as he murmurs close to her, "And you show up on my ledge naked anytime," he reiterates now, the grin suggestive of what would happen if she did so. On where his family from, "Lemos," comes easily, straightening up as if he's remember they're there for a tree. "We have family in Crom, though," which is likely why there's a connection to Greenfields, maybe. He looks over a nearby tree now as he releases her and moves toward it, "Stuck at Greenfields? A few turns," he says with a shrug. "Long enough to be known, I guess. They do like to take in folks hard out. Kids, especially. Folks that don't have anywhere to go. A lot of Jo's friends ended up that way. They're....interesting. Colorful." That could mean anything. As for being search, he runs a hand over a tree's surface as he says, Searched in Greenfields, yeah, he answers after awhile. Couple of Telgar searchriders looking for some ale and conversation. I just happened to have been done for the day, looking for the same thing. What about you?" "No. I would punch her in the gut." She wrinkles her nose, "I don't waste good alcohol." Hip to hip, her arm slips up to his waist, slipping under his flight gear if possible to lightly rake her nails against his belly at the suggestion. "I. Just. Might." She says of ledges and being naked. As he's straightening and paying attention to the trees again she laughs, "I should have been able to guess that one I suppose." She tilts her head, "Do you ever think about getting back in touch with them, your sisters I mean." Talk of greenfields draws her interest as she picks up on something there. "I was searched at Esvay, the first time, and stood a couple times, though a few dragons made their opinions known this round." She admits. Ed's answer gets an amused, "I'd love to see that, too." At the moment, the soft hiss that escapes from his mouth is for those rake of nails over the muscles jumping in his abs, and he plants a kiss very close to her earlobe before saying, "Keep that up this whole trip will be all for nothing." He straightens with that promise, studying one tree in particular as he gives a strange, off-kilter shrug. "I see one of them every now and then," he admits to her. "The other has moved one with her own family and life. I do check up on her discreetly, though. I'm their older brother." As in, he must feel justified. He taps the current tree that has his interest smartly as Edyis explains her Search history, looking over at her every now and then before the last has him echoing, "Opinions? What sort of opinions?" he asks. The smile that emerges after that kiss only looks innocent. "Just concentrate and pick out your tree." Something in that sense of justification as he talks about his sisters makes her smile all the wider as she folds her hands neatly behind her, and it's possible, in her eyes that he's all the more attractive in that moment for it. "Rasavyth and Ilicaeth both thought I'd be a good candidate for the eggs," She explains, watching him then. That she moves up behind him he might notice, "That the one?" She is very careful not to actually touch him as she murmurs close to his ear. Yeah, innocent. N'rel doesn't look fooled for a second, but he does look over between two trees, looking to narrow the choice down to one. One hand falling on the other tree, "They're your friends?" he asks on the dragons - presumably their riders. "Are they pleased that you Impressed? Are you-" but the words stop when Edyis moves behind him, her words drawing his head, his face, closer to those lips as he answers low, "That's the one," he confirms, the hand on the one tree staying right there. "I think it'll do perfectly." He seems willing to let her play - to let her be right behind him with those murmuring words. For now. "K'zin isn't. Alida is." An affectionate smile emerging with the bluerider's name. I'm sure Alida is." But she steps away, then when he confirms the tree, dark eyes looking around at the others. "You sure?" She asks, looking at the one in question, and then back at him. Those little gears in her head are whirling. "I'd hate for you to get one that isn't suitable." "I'm sure," N'rek smiles, looking the tree over with a nod of satisfaction. "The wood feels right. Largath approves. "There'll be plenty of things I can make from it. I'll make you something nice for your weyr. For graduating. You didn't have to do this, you know," and he turns to look at her, his hand still on the tree. As if not touching it would have it suddenly disappear. She quietly pulls a scrap of red ribbon from a pocket, moving to tie it around the tree, thus marking it out easily from all the others. The bow tied, she turns then to lean her back against it, "And you don't have to make me anything. I don't think either of us is the type to do something just because it is expected or required." Reaching out to tug on his jacket and try to pull him in closer. "This is the sort of thing you do because you can, and because you care. Because it means something." She tries to pull him into a kiss then, fingers working at buttons and laces. « Oh. Uh - we are on guard duty. » Akluseth informs Largath. Watching her tie the red ribbon around the tree of his choice, "Where I come from," N'rek notes with open mirth, "we make things for pretty girls." He comes with that pull, "And, it happens to be a pretty girl I can make something for, and care for. So you'll have it and you'll blush for me and you'll just might express how much you like what I made for you because it'll be something you'll like looking at when I'm not there." His confidence is amplified in that response as he devours her mouth afterwards, his brown sending Akluseth and amused, « So we're the ones that have to knock this tree down while they snog? » For shame. Edyis has nothing more to say, possibly because N'rek's prediction is all too accurate, Or possibly because she's too intent on undressing him then and there. Which is hard to do when she doesn't seem to want to stop kissing long enough to actually look at what her hands are doing. « Well, do you want to try to pry them apart or get them away from the tree long enough to safely take it down? Otherwise I think we might need to wait until they are done. They are right next to it. » « They're going to embarrass the lot of us, » because according to Largath, dragons care about their image. Really, N'rek is not even trying to be good since he's not stopping Edyis from doing whatever she wants, right there in public. But then, perhaps his brown manages to get through to him since he abruptly stops kissing Edyis long enough to say to her, "I think...we better take this home. Our dragons must be getting restless." Or he is. There's not really a distinction. « Oh hey... how did you get them to stop? » Because clearly this is important information for preserving the dignity of dragon kind, obviously. Edyis makes a rather frustrated sound, when he stops. "Fine. Let's hurry up and get this thing back." The sooner the better. « Got a green back home where he doesn't like her rider, » Largath is content to explain. « I told him I was going to call her and see if maybe her rider would want to help with knocking this tree down. He looks strong enough to do it without us. » Mmmhmm. Maybe that's why N'rek rolling his eyes towards a particular direction, even if the dragons can't be seen. "After you." |
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