Logs:Beautiful Naked Eyes
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| RL Date: 1 March, 2010 |
| Who: G'stav, Saliqa, Tiriana |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Gustav and Saliqa face off. Tiriana judges. |
| Where: Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 3, Month 2, Turn 22 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: R'uen/Mentions |
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| Sometimes, Iovniath has to leave the sands. Sometimes, but not happily, and not for long, as evidenced by the quick roll in the lakewater that seems to constitute her bath today, a rarity for the normally fastidious gold. "Come on, go to the baths and let me give you a real one already," whines Tiriana from the shore. "That's not cutting it. I see gristle in your teeth still!" Which prompts Iovniath to take a little more time with her efforts, bathing herself as best she can. But still not wasting time letting Tiriana do it. It's getting later in the day, so he's probably done doing all of those annoying chores and work that the weyr has candidate's doing. Gustav strolls along the bank of the lake, bundled up and hat pulled down tightly over his head. The sight of one gold rolling around in the lake is certainly enough to catch his attention and he lifts his chin, directing his gaze that way even as he continues walking on towards Tiriana. "Evening, Weyrwoman!" He calls out cheerfully, pulling one hand out of his pocket and waving enthusiastically at her. The voice hailing her is ignored for a moment, Tiriana more interested in glowering at her dragon; but then she has to look around, eye Gustav, wave to him, turn back--then realize just who it is. "Oh, Faranth. Of /course/ they searched him," she grumbles, before turning back to look at him again and call a louder greeting. "What do you want?" "Me?" Gustav puts his hand to his chest. "I just wanted to wish you a wonderful evening. See how you were!" A slow grin starts to work it's way up his face. The next, "How your more dangerous than a convict pumped with booze weyrmate was." He doesn't comment on that other thing about searching, even as he looks past her to Iovniath in the lake. "Am I interrupting a precious moment?" "My... weyrmate? R'uen?" Tiriana sounds very confused about this, even scratching her head over it (and then adjusting her hot pink toboggan when she messes it up). "He's not dangerous. At all. /I'm/ the dangerous one, you know." The very fact he doesn't seem to realize this earns a narrowing of her eyes, and she crosses her arms. "Interrupting? ... No." Her inability to lie betrays her. "She's just being--" A hand waves at Iovniath, who is unconcerned, and doing quite well on her own, really, heedless of the freezing water she's broken the ice all around to get to. "He's not dangerous? Excellent! Good to know for my future ventures in wooing you." One hand comes up and he tick-tocks it back and forth. "You never said anything about you being a threat to my life if I recall. The last time I saw you and we had a lovely conversation at that cute little table in the Snowasis, you said that you'd get your /weyrmate/ to kick my ass." Just then he frowns, looking uncertain. "Though, you may have threatened to hurt me too." The hand waving breaks his line of pseudo-flattery-hitting-on, "Anxious? To return to the sands?" "Oh, I'll hurt you," Tiriana drawls to that, smirking as Gustav's uncertainty sets in. "R'uen? He knows he doesn't have to, because if you piss me off enough to get him involved, you'll already be dead." A firm nod backs up that statement. She's loitering on the lake, taking a break from yelling at Iovniath, bathing in the icy water, to instead face down Gustav, with a flat look for all his flattery. "Oh, I expect that you will. I also expect that I'm going to like it when it happens." Gustav settles a pair of expressive brown eyes on her and lifts his 'brows. Suggestively. She may have just implied that she was going to kill him dead, but he's him and seems to be in no way worried about his impending doom at this moment. He shoves his hands into his pockets and gives the area around them a good look around, "You should get a drink with me." And what a nice note to walk into; because that's what Saliqa does, all bundled up to avert the wintry weather, with a colorful silken scarf she hasn't displayed before. It's not a need to show off this new fashion that compels her, though. Probably. She picks her way through the building snow and towards the lake with a purposefulness that allows her to get rather close to the conversing two before she notices them -- and notices that dragon. Purpose comes up short, as do her paces. Hearing that last of Gustav's, one can only wonder if she's about to become witness to something. Tiriana, snorting, "Not as much as I will." It's a cheerful thought, or so says her grin at it--though it freezes at his latter suggestion. "I should /what/? What the hell. /Why/ the hell would you ever think I would be interested in havign a drink with you?" Saliqa, for the moment, is not noticed; Tiriana's too busy staring aghast at Gustav. "Hey, your enjoyment is more important to me than my own. After all, I'm merely a man. And as everyone with even a smidgen of common sense knows, men live to serve women. That's where we derive our primary satisfaction." By the way, I have a bridge to sell. "What's there not to be interested in? I'm taller than you. I have a nice shoulders, good direct eye contact. I don't smell, I know how to shave. I can add two and two. Really, what's /not/ to love about me?" Oh, is that sound of muffled feet in snow? He must have decent hearing because it's enough for him to turn his head in Saliqa's direction. While not someone he knows personally, her face is at least familiar. "Hello!" Initially ignored, Saliqa was able to absorb some of the words carrying over to her, but, called out to, she is forced to quickly push away her more candid expression for friendliness. His face is also vaguely familiar and she takes this as enough invitation to properly close the distance between them-- all the better to talk without shouting. "Hello, then! Sir, ma'am Weyrwoman." A bob in each of their directions, though the gaze lingers on Tiriana with the wariness of one waiting for a reaction. "Well. That's true," Tiriana has a hard time arguing with the purpose of men as Gustav explains it. "Kid, if the best thing you have to say for yourself is you're taller than me and you can shave--well. That's true of a fair portion of the men here. Including /my/ R'uen." Pointed look. And then, Saliqa arrives to join them, and Tiriana slides a glance her way before nodding by way of greeting. "Hey," she says. "I didn't think I had to point out all the other things. They should be obvious to your beautiful naked eye." Gustav waves his hand in the direction of his face. Hello, look at me. But he's distracted from being utterly shameless by Saliqa's greetings and closing of distance. "Miss, I guess. I've seen you around before." The previously gesturing limb is used again, this time to point in the direction of the main weyr. "You know, doing chores and other types of things." "Beautiful naked eye?" Saliqa can't help but echo in complete disbelief, her investigation diverted from Tiriana to now study Gustav's own seriousness saying that. At the admission of familiarity, though, she daintily holds out fingers to him. "It's Saliqa. Indeed, we've seen each other. And I hope it's not rude of me to interrupt. Or to interject," not that this will stop her from plowing forward, "But I believe a man proves himself by doing what he says, and not the other way around." Tiriana rolls said beautiful eyes. "And they're the only thing that's going to be going naked anywhere around you," she tells him dryly. But it's hard to get mad at something that clueless, and so she just shakes her head and turns to Saliqa. With a gesture to the man, she says, "Do something with him." Which apparently the Cromite's statements qualify as, to judge by Tiriana's smug, "Yeah!" If there was ever a person who didn't need an opportunity to be more dramatic, it's this one. Between one quick look from Saliqa to Tiriana he turns and drops down to his knees in front of the other candidate. Taking up the kneeling stance of someone begging, "Please do something with me? Teach me the ways of proving myself worthy?" His big brown eyes are practically pleading with her. If he could produce tears at this moment, he probably would. Fortunately for everyone else he's not /that/ skilled. Otherwise it would be most difficult to tell if he's really being serious or not. The display elicits a short squeak from Saliqa as she jumps to turn and face this odd behavior, her hands grasping in the air tentatively before they begin to trail to her waist. Confusion turns to skepticism with a little twitch of one eyebrow. "N-Now what are you doing? Don't do that, get up." Her commanding tone is tainted with an edge of whine. "I think you're being silly, and, if you're not, this is the wrong way to start." A glance at the Weyrwoman. For... help? Approval? "He's all yours," says Tiriana, quite smug now that she's pushed her harasser off on a poor innocent bystander. "Faranth knows the rest of us are tired of him. Besides, you're a lady, aren't you? If you can't fix him, Faranth knows none of the louts around /here/ can. Right?" "You're a /lady/?" Ding ding ding. We have a winner. "I'm coming to you, my lady! For advice and guidence to turn myself into a better man! So that I can woo the beautiful Weyrwoman Tiriana away from her not-so-frightening weyrmate!" So he's not entirely distracted, just redirected. At the wrong way to start his eyes go big and wide, hurt almost. "It is?" He asks in quiet, tremulous voice as he gets to his feet in a most unsteady fashion, head hanging low. Saliqa mouthes the word 'mine' to Tiriana with wide-eyed incredulity and an added question mark to give it that flare of how baffled she is. Then, voice and gaze lowering confidentially, she leans towards the other woman, "'Fix him' is not a very nice way to say it..." Though it may be accurate, she's deciding, by the way Gustav goes on and then staggers to his feet. After a couple of seconds, the thus burdened lady adopts a look of determination as those hands at her waist turn into fists propped against it. "In the /first place/," she declares, "a 'better man' doesn't aim to court a taken woman!" Iovniath has emerged from her bath to glide her way back to the sands, leaving their heat to dry her; her rider hardly notices now. She's too busy dusting snow off a rock-top so she can perch there and cross her legs, watching the pair of candidates. "That would be a start," she drawls to Gustav, with a Look. "If you're really so great, maybe you should shut your mouth and let all those great attributes do your talking for you. /R'uen/ doesn't have to go bragging about all the time hoping some girl will talk to him, and he still got /me/." As though she's the best prize ever. "R'uen? Is that what his name was?" Gustav asks as he turns to cast a look over his shoulder at Tiriana. There's something about the quirk of his smile, just a hint of the next question to come. "Why haven't we ever seen him? Where is he? This mystery man?" When he turns back to Saliqa it's with a conspirator's wink that he flashes her. One that hopefully the goldrider won't be able to see before he continues lamenting at the poor, possibly confused? candidate. "But! What if I want to court a woman and I think she's just /pretending/ to be taken? Shouldn't she at least give me a chance before she makes up an excuse, shouldn't there be some decorum regarding this? Tell me, my lady." Saliqa notices the movement of the gold, sort of. Rather more like, she /wants/ to but the constant banter of the other two is still holding her focus. She stands there, still posed importantly, like a tiny judge as gaze shoots between woman and man. Catching that wink only sours her previously indecisive expresion; Gustav seems to have similarly condemned himself to the Cromite's disapproving look now, too. "It's rude to lie," she allows, but then, "But it's worse to imply a lady is lying, just for game. And if she's not giving you a chance, sir flirt, entertain the possibility that you're doing something wrong." "She's winning," says the de facto judge of this debate. Tiriana even points at Saliqa, just in case Gustav is too dumb to figure out just who she could mean. Apparently Tiriana thinks so. "You're going to have to up your game; she's smarter than you. And right, but really, she only has to be /one/ of those to win." Even a man like Gustav can have these moments where common sense and sanity are allowed to check him. But don't get used to this. "You do have your points. It's /not/ right to claim someone is lying just to get a rise out of them. I'll apologize immediately, my lady." Really, don't get used to it. Turning away from Saliqa he approaches Tiriana on her boulder-pedestel. "Ma'am. I apologize for trying to shamelessly pick you up for sinful, sexy reasons. I apologize for implying that R'uen wasn't a real person. I hope in your heart of hearts that some day you can forgive me." Maybe Saliqa was feeling empowered by Tiriana's comments, or maybe she was expecting more of a fight; either way, she blinks rapidly in surprise as Gustav takes off to go do just... well, whatever he's doing. She keeps in her spot to watch what happens, lips only jutting out unhappily but silently at the description of his 'reasons'. Oh, and to mutter, "At least he used 'ma'am'..." Tiriana's brows lift up at Gustav's approach, and she straightens a little more, very queenly as she looks down (well, up literally, but you know what I mean) on Gustav. "Sinful, sexy reasons," she repeats, and tries very very hard to look superior and lofty. But there's the hint of a smirk at the corner of her mouth all the same. "Maybe, someday. As long as you don't ever let it happen again, understand me?" "Oh, /thank you/, Weyrwoman. I'll never do anything like this to you again." He clasps his hands together in joy at her benevolence towards him. He turns then to Saliqa to beam proudly at her. "Was that good, my ladyship? Can you help guide me through this candidacy? To make long lasting friendships and to stop the convicts from threatening to kill me?" Saliqa's arms slip from her waist to cross her chest in self-satisfaction at the interaction. However, as soon as the attention's on her again, she momentarily regrets that decision. Instead, her weight shifts dramatically to one side to keep up the haughty attitude in one way or the other. "If you meant it..." She ventures warily, fixing Gustav with a studying look exaggerated by the way she bites her cheeks to prevent an impromptu answer. "It'd be mean of me to turn down a request for help... so, of course." A hand pops up, wagging a strict finger, "But the moment I think you're not taken me seriously enough, you're out!" Sniff. "And I'm not afraid to stomp on your toes." "Good!" And Tiriana has hit upon her solution then; her hands clap together as she stands. "Then you'll be in charge of him, and making sure he behaves like a normal human being. I'll hold you responsible if we have any more... incidents." Maybe she's serious, maybe not; but she's smirking now and turning to head toward the weyrs across the bowl, leaving the two of them to deal with each other. But, a step later, she pauses and looks back, eyes Gustav again. "Though," she tells not him but Saliqa, "if he /did/ mysteriously end up in the tunnels as somebody's bitch... Well." And she beams at the man, then turns to saunter her way on off. "Yes my ladyship, ma'am, lady." Gustav swears, holding his hand to his chest. "I hearby swear that I will follow the... I have no idea what your name is." This stops him dead and he blinks at Saliqa, confused for a moment. "I'm usually very good picking up names." When Tiriana is making comments about turning him into a bitch he turns around to make a witty retort of some sort, but seems to think better of it this time. Admitting outloud, "That's enough for tonight, probably." Off to a good start. Saliqa's eyes make a bid for the sky briefly before she replies, "It's Saliqa, sir. You were a bit too busy being sinful to hear it, I suppose. Or give me yours." She shuffles once or twice, unsure of what she's gotten herself into, but Tiriana's parting comment does get a round 'o' of reaction. "/That/'s not right to joke about." Even if Tiriana may not have been joking. Then the girl side-steps to really consider Gustav: the new charge. Well... "Let's be first frank with each other, now that we're alone-- do you do that on purpose, to her?" "Gustav, ma'am." Since they're going to keep up this titles thing for awhile it would seem. He quite properly holds his hand out to her, prepared to give what looks like a real greeting. "No, it's not. But someone like her doesn't really think twice about saying awful, crude things to another person. Does she?" He asks with a questioning raise of his eyebrows. As she's side-stepping he turns appropriately to face her, "Being franked? I do. I do it to anyone that I'm not particularly fond of. Have you noticed that everyone here is very angry?" "I thought so," is Tiriana's gloating over-the-shoulder reply to Gustav, as she takes her leave of them. |
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