Logs:An Ambitious Bronzerider
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| RL Date: 16 December, 2014 |
| Who: H'vier, Lilah |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: H'vier and Lilah aren't impressed with each other. |
| Where: Weavercraft Hall, Boll Area |
| When: Day 20, Month 7, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions |
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| On Southern Boll's beaches, Eliyaveith's large, bronzey form has been buried partly into the warm sand there, half-napping even as the sun starts to set over water, washing the Weavercraft Hall in hues of orange. Her rider has been captured in a conversation with a journeyman that takes place just outside the wooden gates of the Hall, a package tucked in her arms. She bears her knot, of course, though she wears only plain, grey trousers and tunic, hair swept up into a messy bun. "Please let me know if you can find any for cheaper," she is currently telling the weaver, her nose wrinkling slightly. Reisoth's arrival in the sky some short distance away from Weavercraft is a quiet affair. When he notices the Fortian queen, there's a brief touch of greeting but nothing that one might mistake as an attempt at socializing. His rider, wearing his duty leathers and knot, is dropped off as near the gates as the large bronze can manage, which means H'vier only has to walk a little ways toward the hall. Plenty of time to notice Lilah and the journeyman, both of whom he watches without comment as he approaches. Eliyaveith's greeting is simple yet warm in the brush of her heat against Reisoth. There's an interest there in the other dragon even as she peels one swirling eye open to watch him for a moment. There is, of course, plenty of time for both Lilah and the journeyman to notice that dragon and his rider as well, though the journeyman is quick to excuse himself from the goldrider so as not to get caught with another customer before he's had a chance to eat. It leaves the weyrwoman watching him retreat into the Hall, briefly, before sliding dark eyes towards the opposite direction with a, "Bronzerider." The heat isn't terribly comfortable to the bronze, his own mind a chilly, distant sort of presence. That doesn't mean Reisoth isn't watching Eliyaveith, though, when he settles himself somewhere to wait for his rider to finish with his business. "Goldrider," returns H'vier to the woman, dark eyes following after the journeyman for a moment before focusing on Lilah. "Reaches' duties to Fort. Are you on your way out? I always seem to miss the interesting things." "I'm not sure that my visit counts for anything interesting," Lilah counters, her brows curving upwards as she sweeps a studying look over H'vier. Her package is lifted up in an answer, a light, "Sheets," labelled to what she carries. It doesn't stop her from questioning with dry humor, "What interesting things happen at Weavercraft?" "Running into beautiful women is always interesting," says H'vier as though he means every word of it. "Beautiful women with sheets. It's enough to make a man think about things he oughtn't in polite company." Someone somewhere is probably just surprised that the bronzerider realizes this is a thing at all. There is some hint of amusement that catches in the way Lilah observes H'vier, a softening around her lips that suggests she might smile, for all that she doesn't. She replies dismissively, "And here I have heard that men think of that-- what? At least every ten seconds, anyways?" A brief pause marks a thoughtful moment, before the goldrider adds in introduction, "Lilah." And, of course, she waits expectantly for a name in turn. "Three sounds more accurate. Five if I'm trying really hard. But ten seems like a very long time, indeed." H'vier, of course, sounds completely serious, even if he's wearing a rather charming grin under his well-groomed beard. "H'vier. Reisoth's." There's no hesitation in his introduction, though he leaves off the titles he might usually offer to someone of a lower status. "Three," Lilah repeats incredulously, her brows lifting upwards again in that disbelief that's angled towards the bronzerider. "How would you ever get anything done? Or maybe men are better at multitasking than any of us give them credit for." There is a moment for the name to have any recognition, and when it does it brings a more sober murmur as she identifies, "Your Reisoth caught Iesaryth the last time--." "Definitely better than we're given credit for. Some of us, I'll admit, may have a more active imagination than others." H'vier's smile fades somewhat at the mention of Reisoth catching the late Iesaryth, but he nods once as he says, "That's right. Their weyrlings are just coming on a turn old, actually. I've my eye on a few to tap into my own wing." No mention of the loss of gold and rider, though. Lilah seems to take her cue from H'vier, though not without dark eyes weighing on the man thoughtfully. "A wingleader, too," she surmises, a small smile touching briefly at the corners of her lips. "Does that make you an ambitious bronzerider? Do you want to be Weyrleader, one day?" "I will be Weyrleader one day," H'vier corrects her as though it's the sort of thing he's become accustomed to saying to people who ask. There's no question in his mind. "As soon as Reisoth catches the correct gold." Simple as that. Skepticism isn't quite kept from Lilah's expression at that statement, before she ever points out lightly, "Hraedhyth seems to have a preference for Cadejoth, and K'del is not likely to want to retire for many turns. Or do you not have a preference for which gold? Which Weyr?" H'vier eyes the woman for several moments, eyes wandering noticeably but expression not really giving away whether he's enjoying his view or not. "Do you know him so well that you can make those judgments of him, weyrwoman?" Some nuance about the way he speaks suggests this might be a sore subject for him. "He is my friend," Lilah answers carefully, her words quiet for that statement in a way that does not offer it much weight. "Though, I suppose, what he would want doesn't matter, does it? If Reisoth outflies Cadejoth, or if Hraedhyth chooses differently--." She stiffens, slightly, under that wandering gaze. There's a slight tension in H'vier's jaw when she answers, but his gaze slides away to look beyond the gate. "I know how flights work, woman. And I wouldn't worry your pretty little head about Reaches' business. I'm sure none of us would want you to hurt yourself." There's only a brief pause before the bronzerider's shifting his weight from one foot to the other and turning to continue on his way even as he says, "If you'll excuse me." Annoyance sharpens Lilah's response as she counters, "I imagine that people often have to excuse you." She turns on a heel to stride away even as he does, as if she could leave first and thereby win, for all that he has a shorter distance to his destination than she does to meet Eliyaveith. |
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