Logs:Being Civil
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| RL Date: 25 November, 2014 |
| Who: Farideh, H'vier, N'vad |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Farideh was just enjoying her day when two riders showed up. |
| Where: Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 13, Month 5, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Warm enough. |
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>---< Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr(#276RJs) >-------------------------------<
The rest of the bowl may be barren, grass barely surviving at best, but
here by the lake, it's brilliantly green in the warmer months: thickening
and thriving in the silty, boulder-dotted soil just before it transitions
to soft sand and thence to the cool, clear water itself.
A large freshwater lake fed by a low waterfall, it not only provides
warm-weather bathing space for humans and dragons, but has one end fenced
off as a watering hole for the livestock in the feeding grounds. The water
there is often muddier than the rest of the clear lake, whose shallows
drop off abruptly several yards out into deep water, and whose edge
undulates against the coarse-hewn bowl wall: here close enough to just be
bramble-covered rocks, there far enough away that a narrow land bridge
divides the main lake from a smallish pond. Between are several rocky
outcroppings that form excellent makeshift diving points, though only one
-- across the bridge -- has a set of narrow, slippery, quite possibly
tempting stairs.
A spring flurry brings in a little late snowfall, though there is no
accumulation as the flakes spiral to the ground on a dizzying breeze.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
Farideh F 18 5'5 Skinny, Brown hair, Hazel eyes 0s
H'vier M 38 6'5 Big, Dark hair, Brown eyes 1m
N'vad M 44 6'1" Slim, Ginger hair, Blue eyes 1m
----------------------------------< Exits >---------------------------------
Diving Cliff Lake Bowl Far End of Lake
>-----------------------------------------< 13D 5M 36T I10, spring night >---< Rukbat has graced the Reaches today with a plethora of sunshine and warmth, free of clouds and unfortunate weather. It is warm enough that a few brave souls have dared to splash in the shallows of the lake, and still others have chosen to sunbathe on the verdant grass and smooth sand. Enough people have spread out blankets that the shoreline looks like a patchwork of multicolor. But Farideh, she's standing near the water, her shoes dangling from limp fingers as she watches the crystalline waves rush in to scud against her toes. Decent weather and no current duties means H'vier is jogging in the bowl. A slight chill means that he's still wearing a shirt, which may or may not be a good thing, depending on who's looking. Right now he's on his way up the beach in Farideh's direction. He sees her, though, as his pace slows, "Hey, beautiful. Gonna swim?" Dragons. You can't live with them, you pine away the rest of your life without them. There's a blue one out there, in the water. Not, for example, frolicking like a weyrling, but just sitting there, submerged up to the shoulders, occasionally looking around like this is the most usual place in the world to be hanging out. His rider, meanwhile, remains steadfastly on shore, and he's still got his boots on. And everything else, which is probably a good thing no matter who's looking. It's a good thing this is a Weyr, because otherwise the non-exchange that seems to be going on would be very old-man-yells-at-cloud. "No!" A little later. "Under absolutely no circumstances." Another half a minute. "If you think I'm doing that, you ain't got the sense--" Ah, there are people over there; noticing this cuts him off with a throat-clearing. Had Farideh been watching H'vier jog around the bowl? No, but when he's slowing his pace to jog nearby and calling attention to her, specifically, she does give him a stilted once-over. "H'vier," she avers with the slightest twang of impatience. "And freeze to death? No, thank you, I'll stay here. How are you-" Her words, lent emphasis by a narrowed eyes, falter with the introduction of another voice, this one familiar too, and perhaps strange. She winds up staring at the bluerider, but her face is carefully blank; it's after he's finished talking that she lifts her hand to wave. "N'vad, over here," and in an aside, to the large bronzerider, "You should take notes." The large bronzerider's attention only shifts briefly toward the bluerider, who is quickly dismissed as both male and probably too old to be a real threat to whatever threatens H'vier about other men. Never mind that he's only a few years younger than N'vad. "You wouldn't freeze to death. I'm sure we could come up with something to do to keep you warm." He means sex. He always means sex. "Notes on what?" comes with a last frown in N'vad's direction for being invited over. Both those things may be true, but it doesn't stop N'vad from giving H'vier wary looks as he heads over. No, revise: Those things are probably the reason for the wary looks. "And what is it I should be taking notes on, missy?" Yeah, that's about the same tone he would have used when asking questions of a seven-year-old. Close enough. The cane today could pass for a formality, barely any weight put on it, but there's something habitual about it anyway. When he pauses, though, his weight settles more firmly on the good leg. "Don't you have any scruples?" H'vier gets a long stare, coupled with her characteristic lip-pursing to properly convey how utterly disappointed she is in him; which shouldn't be new. "Notes," Farideh says through a smile, managing to move her hands behind where her shoes aren't in view, "of how to be civil," batting her eyelashes as she says it to the bronzerider, and then turns the full strength of her smile on N'vad. "Not for you-but how are you? Today? It's wonderful outside." "The things in your cheeks, right?" asks H'vier, pointing at where dimples usually are. But even if he had those, he also has a beard. "You don't think I can be civil? I've been perfectly civil, woman. You wanna see me not civil?" The bronzerider doesn't wait for an answer before he's lunging at the young woman to pick her up and toss her over his shoulder like it's not even a thing. "You wanna spank her or should I?" he asks as he turns to N'vad, eyes tilting toward Farideh's butt. N'vad's shoulders straighten, and that balance of weight shifts again, evens out, less now on the cane. That makes what was already a frown furrow into a grimace. "You set that young lady down, right now." His grip on the cane has gone white-knuckle, but that might just be the tension expressing itself. Civility. "I never-" A strangled sound starts in Farideh's throat and becomes an outraged shriek as she's hoisted up on H'vier's shoulder like a sack of tubers. People are starting to gawk and point at them, now. "Put. Me. Down." She's using her level and calm voice, but her hands keep trying to find a tipping point, where she can somehow push away from the bronzerider's grip; it doesn't look likely. "No one, and I mean no one is going to.. to.." She's grasping for the word, and it fails her, like so few things; her cheeks, for now, are set aflame by this newest development. And here, she was planning to introduce H'vier to her new friend. "Oh, I'll put her down, all right," says H'vier for both Farideh and N'vad's benefit. And he doesn't spank her, but the bronzerider does pat her on the butt as he turns to start wading into the water. He goes just far enough that throwing her isn't likely to hurt her. He's considerate like that. But then he throws her. So maybe not very considerate. And then he's heading back to shore to pass by N'vad, "Have fun being civil for me, won't you?" The water! That's where Liardith is! Keeping his distance, of course--actually, kind of deliberately not looking in the direction of his rider, for awhile now, like two can play at this ignoring-the-other-one game. Farideh is tossed into the water, and that gets the blue's attention, plodding--can he swim?--through the water in her direction. The dragon makes a noise that is very uncomplimentary in the direction of the departing bronzerider, then turns to providing whatever minor assistance he might in helping the girl up. Which is good, because N'vad, though he's gone quite scarlet, is not going into the water himself. "Be--I--you--" Not great at this quippy thing, until H'vier's passed, then there's a mumble of, "Oughta be ashamed." He does at least head right up to the water's edge, then. "You all right?" "What!?" Farideh does the opposite of push away, she holds on for dear life, until she has no choice but to be flung into the water. It's not an easy landing, she does go under and comes back up ungracefully, thrashing her arms around. But, thankfully, she's not unlearned in swimming and after flailing her arms for a few minutes, she gains her balance. "You son of a misbegotten---" and the rest is lost to the sound of people laughing and talking, though she's still spitting out a vile string of expletives long after the bronzerider stalks off. Less civil herself, and on what looks the verge of a breakdown, the laundress makes for the shore, ignoring the blue's attentions, and, once her feet have cleared the water, she'll go right on ignoring the bluerider too. Miffed would be the word. Well, little Miss Miffed takes her shoes and stomps right out of there, despite the pointing and giggling, despite the obvious desire she might have to burn the whole Weyr down around them. |
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