Logs:Bar(tering)
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| RL Date: 15 October, 2013 |
| Who: Alida, Telavi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Shortly before Turnover, Alida and Telavi escape to warmer climes. |
| Where: Beachside Bar, Ista Island |
| When: Day 27, Month 13, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions, H'vier/Mentions, Z'ian/Mentions |
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| A bar in warm Ista along the beach is the retreat, guitar and drum playing out dance music while servers carry out many kinds of drinks to those near and far. Alida's found - in a mint-green bikini, no less - lounging in propped-up position upon a long beach towel, the thing spread out on the black sands. The bluie sips her peachy-slushy rum choice of booze. while occasionally glancing up at the moons, over at the almost-faded dusk in the west. This is a helluva lot better than snowy, damp 'Reaches, crazy Nabol and Boll, and whatever else might be found further north. Beyond her, Ilicaeth's floating belly-down in salty, warm oceanic waters, his eyes twice-inner-lidded and jewel-like in glow-lit darkness. "Startin' ta wonder why the fuck I ever go back ta' 'Reaches when I'm down 'ere..." the blonde comments low to Telavi. Telavi's soft laugh is agreement; she too lounges, she too has a long towel to lounge upon, though she wears a light sarong and her drink is a little lighter, a little sweeter. Wistfully, "Keep telling yourself that, eventually, the sand would get where it doesn't belong." Solith had been swimming, but now she too lounges where the waves leisurely roll up and then fade away from the shore, in the company of some local dragons. "Things keep on like they are up there, I'm askin' fer a transfer..." the paler blonde mumbles, then snagging her reed straw between lips for another pull of her chilly drink. After such, a long and pleased sigh is given off by the bluerider...though her dragon factors in a loud snort in comment to his rider's words of abandoning 'Reaches and its apparently continual amount of 'crazy.' "Up yers..." the woman responds blithely to Ilicaeth, the blue seeming to ignore her in favor of paddle-floating quite quietly up behind the sand-lounging Solith. Stalk-stalk-stalk. "Could you be getting tired of sitting around watching people watch eggs?" Telavi teases, though then she shifts to lie on her side, still supported on one elbow; she's facing Alida, but she's looking beyond the other woman, up towards the stars. "I hope you're talking to Ilicaeth again and not me." Her Solith seems oblivious to the stalking, though one of the locals-- another blue, as it happens-- notices and snorts amiably enough. "Maybe. Think I'm more tired uv' watchin' people fuck up, fuck themselves 'n others over in the name uv rank n' power..." Alida notes smoothly back to Tela, one of the guard's toes idly keeping syncopated beat with the music out beyond them. A low snicker and a smirk are followed by the woman's nod of answer to the greenie's words of her speaking to Ilicaeth, 'lida merely rolling her eyes at her stalking dragon, then smirking again at that Istan blue's sound. Over Tela-wards: "An' what about Telavi's life?" Ilicaeth - now quite near, given he wasn't all that far from the shore, anyway - suddenly lunges forward partially out of the water towards his 'sister,' and attempts to gently nip her on the rump. Someone's feeling his own oats tonight, apparently. A gust of beach sands from the watery depths: « SURPRIIIISE! » (To Solith from Ilicaeth) "Do you see a lot of that, really? Or... Nabol?" Tela wonders, pausing to tongue a piece of ice that's gone hollow, trying to catch it on her tongue; she settles for letting it sit in her cheek once it's melted and small. "Telavi's life is... different, without her wingleader." That part's more serious, but her glance at Alida has more humor in it, perhaps in part from how she's continuing to talk in third person. "She's been doing a lot of sewing, part in trade, and visiting, and trying not to wonder too much what's going to hap--" and then she swears, that bit of ice going down wrong as Solith all but leaps bodily out of the water, squawking shrilly. The look Alida gives Tela after the greenrider asks that is a measuring one, those clear green eyes silently assessing for a few moments. Finally, "Enough uv' it, Weyr 'r Hold. Wonder when the Crafts'll join in on the insanity." Snerk. And then word of Z'ian comes up, leaves the woman nodding a few times, thinning her lips a little. "An' here 'caeth 'n I thought we'd finally got a stable 'leader pair down." Sip. "How 'bout we try 'n visit 'im if the Healers'll let us? Y'know, fer Turn Over." Because she's deeply curious. As for sewing, "Well then, maybe I c'n get 'er ta' sew up a burst seam in my pillow, instead uv' handin' it off ta someone in the Caverns?" Sip. "I pay fair fer a good job." Grin. Unlike both green and her rider, Alida looks almost serene as she watches Ilicaeth's sneak-tactic unfold before them, her drink-holding hand's arm raising and covering her mouth to try and stifle the snicker-giggles that emerge when Solith squawks like that. Ilicaeth looks proud of himself for a few moments as he continues to emerge from the water, warbling a little to the green before trying to sidle up beside her. Forget the Crafts, forget the sewing, Telavi's busy grimacing at her drink partway slopped over onto her sarong and then downing a couple more swallows in a way that's not leisurely at all. As for Solith, she hisses at Ilicaeth and rounds that blue like a protective shield; he seems a touch baffled, but agreeable enough. After all, all he has to do is sit there like an island. "Someone didn't think that was funny," Telavi notes darkly. Someones, maybe. Ilicaeth chuffs to himself as Solith huffs off to join the Istan blue, then almost shrugging his broad shoulders as he turns back around and plods off to go wade back out into the inviting waters once more. Along the way, the powerful blue spares a glance for Telavi, while Alida merely wrinkles her nose a little, then continues sipping at her drink for some moments. Given enough seconds of passing time, the woman will comment lightly, "He's only a little contrite about surprisin' *you*. Well, not much, actually. "I'm sure he is," Telavi says as she sits up, glancing at Alida instead of her dragon. "With an emphasis on 'only a little.' Now, where were we? You wanted me to do something for you? Is this his idea of making me want to strike an easy bargain?" She might be teasing. Her nose is, certainly, in the air. "He acted on his own, toots..." Alida notes with airy wryness to Telavi, the bikinied blonde then trying not to smirk behind her straw as she answers, "*If* you want ta' make a bit uv coin', I got a burst pillow in need uv sewin' up nice enough so it won't bug me while I sleep." Pause, sip, nose wrinkle. "I hate un-smooth edges." A look over at Tela presages a deadpan, "Gonna drown that way, if you get splashed." "I could do." Never mind drowning, now Telavi has to ask with a bright glance and a casual voice, "Having pillow fights, are you, Alida?" For just a nanosecond, Alida looks faintly surprised, though she recovers very quickly with a smirky, "Bashin' Ilicaeth's head's hard on a pillow." Cue a low snort from the floating blue, and a quirk of mouth from his rider. "Fer all you know, I coulda' been punchin' the shit outta' it." That meets with a wider smile. But, "I think you have better things to punch," and Telavi waits to see if she'll argue with that. "Mhm..." Alida agrees casually. "Like my punchin' bag, Ilicaeth's jaw, the noses uv uppity bronzers..." Etcetera. Smirk. "Sometimes, only a pillow is close, though," the bluie notes sagely, then finally shifting herself and her drink around some so as to ease her asleep arm. "Wouldn't that hurt?" Lest Telavi be misunderstood for too long, she adds after a couple seconds, "Your hand on his jaw, I mean." Though then she does inquire, her brows pulling together a touch, "Have you gone after any of those bronzeriders recently, or is that just old news?" "I socked him a good one a couple'a times in the past. He barely even blinked...while I made my hand sore." While others might wax aghast at the thought of purposely striking a dragon, apparently - to Alida and Ilicaeth - such an action is merely part of their life together... the blue floating out beyond them merely chuffing at his lifemate's words...his eyes whirling a mellow sky blue. As for bronzers, Alida simply snerts, shakes her head. "Not yet, anyway...though I heard about Aishani's strike on that fuckwit." Smirk. "Serves 'im right." Telavi, vindicated in her assumption, just shakes her head knowingly. "Of course you'd have to do it a second time, to make sure the first wasn't an accident," she says. It gains a touch of confusion for the, "Strike on... oh, when she got H'vier?" Then, with less pleasure, "Wasn't he the one who went after you, Alida?" "Second time was a completely different day," Alida casually corrects Tela, the woman sipping her drink again before turning her head to look over at the greenrider. Just as casually, "He's bopped me a couple uv times, too." Unspoken: so don't get it in your head that I'm abusing my lifemate. "Yes." Word of H'vier makes her nose wrinkle heavily, a small scowl coming to the bluie's features for a moment. "Been hearin' a little about 'im on the grapevine over the months. Still usin' women like hankees. Mebee' I oughta' run inta him again, soon..." Is she serious? There's a small, dark little hint of a grin on 'lida's features. "I'm sure his jaw is much softer on some days than other days," Telavi says brightly, and if she shakes her head for his bopping her, it's hardly with surprise; she doesn't seem to be worried about her abusing him. Rather, with discomfort, "Still?" She wrinkles her nose; perhaps for that, perhaps for, "It's hard to imagine the wher changing his ways. But I know some girls hope." Another nose-wrinkle, right before she has to ask that unvoiced question, "Are you serious?" "But not 'is whole head..." Alida comments about her granite-like blue, who continues to loll like a barge out in the warm waters. Sip. "Yep..." is commented back to Tela of the gossip she's heard, though, "Can't be totally certain, uv course, but it'd be like 'im." Snerk. "Now-now, let's not give whers bad names." A scathing cast of features is offered to the greenie at her words of some girls hoping. "Wild cats don't change their spots. Waste uv' skin, if y'ask me." With her pal's inquiry comes the guard's almost airy, "D'you think I am?" Smirk. Telavi can't help but look over at Ilicaeth, now, but then she's looking right back at his rider, laughing. "Wherries, then? Scrofulous wherries? How long would a man have to stay changed, before you'd believe it?" She rattles the ice in her glass before adding, "I think you'd like me to." Ilicaeth looks as doughty and unperturbed as ever out there in the water, while his rider grins back at the laughing greenrider. "But wherries 'r delicious." Beat. "Scrofulous?" Giggle. "Sounds like some scabby inflamation boys might get on their junk." More giggling ensues - perhaps odd to hear from the often harsh bluie - the woman then taking a breath and noting soundly, "At least ten Turns." And then Tela's saying that...and Alida's peering a little daftly at the other woman, trying to parse what's just been said. After a half-handful of silent seconds, the guard suddenly blushes pinkly at the cheeks, dropping her eyes to her slowly melting drink. "Doesn't it, though?" And then Tela pulls a moue, because, "Ten Turns? That's forever!" She sighs. At least, until Alida blushes like that, at which point she gets more bemused than anything, as though if she just watched the bluerider long enough, it would all become clear. She doesn't say a word, doesn't look down at her drink, though she does sip from it. "What? Are ya' plannin' on changin' yer gender *and* yer way uv life?" Alida humorously and facetiously inquires of Tela, her own words not striking her as anything other than funny, right now. Of course, there's other, more direct things spoken of after that which have the hold-bred bluerider feeling uptight and embarrassed...but damned if she'll curl up and die. After some long seconds spent trying to deal internally, the paler-blonde lifts her gaze to the other female, notes just a little pugnaciously, "You must enjoy others'..." Search for the word, Alida. "...upset." Grumble. That just gets a laugh: a slightly horrified laugh, but a laugh nonetheless. The rest, though, Tela gladly assures Alida, "Only when it's interesting." Which implies, what? She does take pity enough to add, "And here I was just thinking you wanted me to take you seriously... about running into the man agan. With your fist." Laughter is good, since they're lazing on the beach in the warmth. It's not good when dealing with touchy subjects around Alida...who juts her chin out a little at Telavi. Touchy. Oh...ahem...yes. It's like watching a cat in a 'I meant to do that' moment... the bluie trying to maintain some hint of dignity while recovering after Tela's last statements, the bikini-clad woman noting low, "Well, maybe I *am*...if he gave me any reason." Tela promptly dimples at her for it, too. "It's a good thing he's not here now, then. I'm sure we could find a way for him to give you reason, and that would spoil the scenery." She even lifts her glass in toast to the bluerider before sipping yet again and then, smiling, turning back to the moonlit ocean. "Damned right..." the bluie notes gruffly to Tela, then turning back to her own drink...and the gold firelizard who flutters to a landing on the towel beside her. For once, thank goodness for flit distractions, Alida setting down her drink in order to draw a fingertip down Pyrite's back...the queen sighing happily as she curls up after some time spent swimming around with other, Istan 'lizards. This is the way the two women will continue to spend their evening, likely...sipping drinks, talking a little, watching dragons and firelizards...and - for Alida's part - not each other. Damned holder upbringing. |
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