Logs:And then he says-
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| RL Date: 10 July, 2013 |
| Who: Telavi, Sabella |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: The girl's stay in and gossip (who's surprised?), drink beer and discuss giving things back. |
| Where: Sabella's Weyr |
| When: Day 13, Month 3, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Snowy |
| Mentions: E'sren/Mentions, Jo/Mentions, K'zin/Mentions, I'zech/Mentions |
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| Blue (and orange, peach, gold and crimson, though less of them here, out of the weather) continue on through the archway between ledge and weyr, finally giving way to the natural grey stone of the weyr's interior. Ah, quiet: no wind, no noise, no eye-blinding colors. Inside, the weyr is all soft shades and creamy furniture, its pale wood furniture clothed in natural hues, with driftwood and thin linen accents covering the many storage alcoves, and the lovely rounded sleeping room. The hearth is likewise sleek and smooth, its short mantle holding a simple stone vase, presently empty of flowers. Only along the edges of the dragon wallow near the door does orange explode again, matched by citrus-hued sacks full of sand for resting a dragon's tired chin.
Reposing upon that floor, her bare feet tucked up on the seat of the couch when they aren't in the air over her head, Telavi had started out tossing those puffy little fried things into her mouth and not worrying too much about missing. By now she's up on one elbow, though, just staring. "Seriously? Seriously? Was it even a good fake accent?" While she's at it, she tosses one of the fallen fried bits at Sabella, just because she can. Sabella tries to catch it with her mouth, but doesn't. It lands somewhere in her lap and she plucks it up, eating it. She's very classy like that. "Seriously. It was alright. I guess it was good enough for the bartender, but he didn't seem like he was paying attention anyway." She reaches for her beer and drinks some down before picking up another bit and tossing it at Telavi now. "But I guess we're finally going to be friends again."" "Well, that's something." Though Tela's mouth purses up, like it can't decide whether to giggle or go the dubious route, right before she just plain brightens. "...You know, that could be another of our taglines, actually. 'Shadowing FrozeMyAssOff Wing wasn't so exciting, but it was good enough for the bartender.'" She gapes her mouth fish-wide, snapping for the bit Sabs has tossed her, only to have to pry it out from her hair when it bounces off. Staring at it rather than at Sabella this time, "So that's good, right? Friends. It only took months, and now we're about to join wings and go... every which way." Sabs laughs and tips back her glass again. "Right? I'm not sure that I understand why they want our input, when they're just going to choose whoever they want for whatever wings they want anyway." She lifts her shoulders in a helpless kind of wonder before popping another bit into her mouth. "Oh, sure. Going every which way won't keep him off my back, I'm sure. He stumbled on me all the way down south at some random bar." She gives her head an incredulous little shake. "What, they won't be floating around all, 'Oh, I hope Sabella picks me, pick meeeee!'?!" Telavi looks so stricken. So of course she has to curl forward enough to sit up, because beer will fix that. She drinks, then peers over the edge of her glass. "Are you still wanting Glacier after, you know, everything? And what are the chances, a random bar like that? Ghislaith wouldn't tattle on you," though she glances toward the ledge anyway, just in case. "Oh, is that how they're supposed to be? Well. For one, I'm not flying in any wing that doesn't have at least a hot wingsecond. So that eliminates more than half of them." Sabella has her priorities straight, don't worry guys. "Yeah, I think so. Jo's in that wing and I'll know her at least. Opportunity in chaos, you know?" That's what she sees Glacier as right now anyway. "I don't know. I think it was just a freak thing, but still. That's his way, ever-present." "So who's the hot one in Glacier?" Telavi promptly teases her high-and-mighty wingleader of the month. Months. "Definitely. I'll miss you, though. But at least we'll have different wingmates to complain about, right? And maybe a hot wingsecond competition. There should be some of those." The thought curves up her mouth, and then she's glancing at Sabella again. Never mind ever-present right now, "I thought it was sweet, what you told her. I hope, I really hope she's... well, not as miserable, anyway." "That's a secret that I'll keep to my grave." Sabella swears, pulling her fist closer to her chest in emphasis of it. "Oh, you won't miss me. We're going to see each other all the time. Maybe we could swap hot wingmate stories." It brings a smile to her lips, definitely. Taking another swallow of her beer she looks over her glass towards Telavi, "I hope so too. I felt terrible, I haven't told E'sren. I don't think he'd be happy that I didn't put that letter back, that I lied to her. I don't know." She purses her lips briefly before shaking her head quickly. "K'zin told me what he's been too tired. Is that really why you guys stopped- you know?" Telavi has to lower her lashes for a moment of solemn silence for that vow, though it might also look suspiciously like batting them. When Sabs has moved on, she points out, "That would require hot wingmates. I want," and then she gets this look that she gets sometimes, like this is about to become a speech, except for the moment she tables it because Sabs is going on, and E'sren and all. "Oh, he probably wouldn't, but don't traders bury dead people or something?" She says this like it's really quite strange. "But you didn't see him going out and burying this one, right? I don't want anyone lying to me, and I don't think you would either, but sometimes," sometimes a girl has to drink her beer, so Telavi does. And then Sabs keeps talking and Telavi has to drink more, right before rolling her eyes. "He's... ugh, I don't even. And I don't want to be that girl who's all, 'So what did he say? Exactly?' Except for the part where now I totally am, and also did you ask hm or did he just come out with it like passing the beer or something?" A speech. Sabella tips her head forward, all ready to listen to whatever this speech is about to involve. But then, oh, they did sort of change the conversation so she clears her throat. "Oh, I-" She has to think about it. "I guess they probably do bury their dead. Is that really so strange? At Crom they mostly just burned them, I don't think they wanted the bodies taking up all that extra space. Maybe the traders burn them too." It's obvious she hasn't given this a tremendous amount of thought. "He would just bring it up randomly throughout the conversation. I generally just sort of didn't respond to it?" That's almost an apologetic look there, as if perhaps in hindsight she realizes she should have been trying to ferret out more information. "He just said you weren't sleeping together anymore. Then he also said it was his fault because he can't keep it up or keep going because he's tired." "But then they'd bury the note too, and what good is that," Telavi points out, might have pointed out more except it gets tucked away with the still-waiting rant. " Now she's looking through her fingers. "Bring it... up." She probably shouldn't be laughing at that turn of phrase, but she is anyway. "I don't blame you, because what do you even say to something like that? Imagine if I hadn't really talked to E'sren in months and then suddenly we're having lunch and he happens to say, 'You know, Telavi, Sabs and me...'" Telavi has to rub her eyes as though she's scrubbing them, and she even has to set down her beer to do it. At least now she can eye Sabs properly, weighing what to say. Finally, since Sabs had, yes, brought it up, "You know how sometimes it doesn't work out the way it normally does but it's fun anyway, or even when it's not, you just have yourself a nap and have a good time next time? Well, someone decided to start beating himself up over it and of course that made it worse because he kept worrying and that made me worry that he'd be worrying and ugh. But his disappearing, that's all on him. Him and his little harper girl, remember when he got that black eye?" When Telavi laughs, so does Sabella. She doesn't put her beer down, instead she takes another long swallow while she listens to Telavi move from point to point. "I just said that I assumed it wouldn't be life-long. I mean- What can you say to that? Meanwhile he spent a good deal of the time trying to dredge up that old fight again. It stopped being a big deal a long time ago, to me at least. I don't think I've treated him any differently from anyone else." Her shoulders lift with a degress of helplessness then. "That sounds like K'zin, that he'd make something totally normal into a big deal. I think that sort of thing happens to everyone now and again? But." What does she know, really? As for the other thing, she looks a bit perplexed. "That was when- I didn't really keep up. A door assaulted him? Or was it the little harper girl? Is she really a a big harper girl?" "Right. Exactly right. But that fight, really?" Tela sidles over as best she can without spilling what's left of her beer, the better to nudge Sabella's knee in commiseration. That helplessness. From Sabs. "A pattern. You're right. That makes me feel a little better, anyway. I was starting to feel pretty un-pretty and also un-believed," that last actually sounding worse, from Tela, her voice small and tired like that. "Talk about frustrating. I don't know the girl. She might not even be a girl. Tired is one thing, we know tired, there's a reason I don't go trolling every night... but when it's another girl and you've had enough, just say that, you know? Whatever. Let's just say that I'zech was looking pretty fine for awhile there. And then there were the fights, and looking pissy all the time." Not I'zech. "It was over six months ago, it's to the point where I barely remember what it was about anymore." Perhaps not quite that easily, but she's put it behind her. She nudges that knee back and tips her beer to her lips, looking over the rim of the glass to Telavi. "No, I don't think you were part of any of that problem. It's all in K'zin's head, you're better off just giving him some space for awhile. So that you can think clearly about it, chase a different skirt." Sabs says it with a quirky grin, "Just for awhile? Come on. The part of weyrlinghood you're going to miss his looking at him." She reaches over and grabs some of that fried food, munching. "Fights too? He has a lot of girls on the side. One day he's going to wake up and be the father to a lot of children. All at once." She pops the fingers of one hand, like an explosion. Six moths ago, forever. Telavi reaches her own glass over for a refill, visibly buoyed by Sabs' take on the whole thing, to the point of showing a hint of dimple at the mention of skirt-chasing. She even agrees of I'zech, "Fine, more than awhile," whether it's true or not, and it might just be. But her laugh at the children-popping doesn't seem as entertained as perhaps the quip deserves, glancing away for a moment. "Sabs?" she asks then. "If you wanted to get something back to someone, without them realizing how it got back to them or that it had anything to do with you at all... how would you do it?" Sabella laughs at that admittance, dusting her fingers off on her pants to rid her hands of some of the food-grime. We mentioned how classy she is at this moment, right? Okay, good. The question catches her by surprise and she purses her lips, looking maybe a smidgen confused. "If I wanted to get something back to them?" Not at them, the question seems to imply. "It depends on what it was. If I didn't want anyone to know that I was involved I would make sure they didn't see me or I'd make sure that I wasn't there. Ask an uninvolved third party." "Right," Tela confirms, and not with surprise at the alternative interpretation. She wiggles her fingers at Sabella's pants like she'd do the same thing, but settles for the non-greasy-looking parts of the napkin wrapper. "What if there were, let's say, a limited number of people who could have acquired this particular thing, and it's probably thought to have gone missing? ...I'd tell you, you know, if there were such a thing, if it weren't that you'd then have to know." Silver thread girls, they learned all about plausible deniability. "Right, well. I'd make sure that no one saw me and I'd find a way to make it look like it was someone else. If there was a way to put off suspicion onto another person, then I'd do it." Maybe not surprising, "It's not as if they would get in a tremendous amount of trouble, yeah?" As for the plausible deniability thing, her lips twist and she holds back the smile. "Of course." "There might be guilt. And possible pissiness. No, a definite chance of pissiness." Telavi lets Sabella see her looking at Sabella's ceiling, quite as though there might be dark clouds hanging right overhead. "I think we better add to the list, Sabs. Not just hot wingmates, but also hot non-pissy wingmates. Hot, unattached, non-pissy, non-crazy, non-moody, non-hitting-people wingmates. Or at least only hitting awful people, that would work too, or maybe that thing where the guys clobber each other but in a fun way, without actually crying, and possibly ripping shirts that I didn't like anyway. How does that sound?" "Well, people get pissy over just about anything. So if you were to do something that pissed someone off, they'll get over it eventually." Sabella doesn't seem terribly worried about anyone getting upset. "Is there even a wing like that? I'm not so sure that it exists." She grins, watching wryly and then shaking her head. "Why don't we just take over one? Then when we get to choose weyrlings and transferring riders, we can pick the right ones?" As the speech moves along she quips, "Or just without shirts. Maybe some mud?" "Some people hold grudges." Telavi sounds intimately acquainted with this. Of course, Telavi might be one of those people herself. She grins at Sabs all the more for it. "Your idea is brilliant, my dear wingleader. Let's do that. Without shirts is fine by me, though mud is so... muddy, maybe in summertime. Wrestling? What do you think of wrestling? And," likely they can go along in that vein for a good long time. |
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LOL, this was great. XD
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