Logs:Belated Wishes
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| RL Date: 19 August, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Yesia |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Edyis believes everyone, even Yesia, deserves something for their turnday. Even if it's belated. |
| Where: Puddle-Keeper Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 2, Month 8, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Alida/Mentions, Jo/Mentions, V'ros/Mentions, M'ron/Mentions |
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| It comes without warning, like a tidal wave rushing in over the coastline recklessly washing over everything in its path. « INCOMING! » The brown making a too fast buzz of Aeaeth's ledge before he circles back at a much more acceptable speed for landing. His energy is electric today, barely contained within that rippled brown hide. It's late afternoon, well after the drills and duties that those who remain untapped are left to perform. « I come bearing presents. » The words sparkling with the dance of silvered darting fishes, enticingly. Dozing, Aeaeth is, on a lege that is finally clear of water though it's just stopped smelling stagnant in the past handful of days. Summer does this ledge well, and it's occupant to boot. She's nearly asleep when that wave hits her mind, and she starts to consciousness quickly, gathering in all her limbs and scurrying away from the center - though there's plenty of room to land even without such drastic moves. « It just got dry! » she complains at Akluseth, which isn't to warn him off of a landing; rather, she croons a low welcome as he touches down, and color will wrap around his mind, float through waters as they fold towards the shape of fish to match his in size if not color, « Presents? What sort? Why? » There's a chair set up near where she was resting, though it's occupied now with only a pair of scissors and a little wooden box with a brass latch. « You should share my ledge. It does not have such water problems. » Akluseth offers as he makes his landing, the small woman making a quick decent and working at his straps, freeing the cargo straps easily enough, tucking one paper wrapped parcel under arm. As to the why of the presents Akluseth is forced to rely on his rider's memory. « You shared a secret remember? » Though he doesn't expect her to. "Yesia?" Edyis's airy soprano calls, not wishing to encroach any further. « It is not so bad, » Aeaeth says quietly, her words smuggled behind bell tones and rhythmic percussion. « Someday, we will fill it in and it will be fine again; or maybe Yesia can make it a pond. » She seems reluctant at the second half, but is also easily forgotten in favor of secrets. « No, » she says plainly, because, « I have a lot of secrets to keep, you know. I can't be expected to know which are where and when. » Inside, Edyis' voice earns a startled sound; the curtain has been drawn and pinned back to admit th pretty day, and Yesia's round face pops up from where it was lowered behind the desk, surprised and then - not angry. Neutral. Very carefully neutral. "What?" That's neutral too, to the point of being bland. « A pond!! » The brown is thrilled with the idea. « Till then, you are welcome to sun on mine as you please. You are a lot prettier than Largath or Jorrth or anybody. You'd look pretty there in the warm dry sun. » Cassinova he shall never be. "A little flit told me you had a birthday recently." She states slowly, a slant of her lip. "And I'm of a firm belief that people should have at least something to celebrate on their turn day so." The parcel is held out as quick but decisive steps are made toward the desk. "Happy belated Turnday." « It is dry! » Aeaeth refutes, tipping her nose at the dry dip in the ledge, but she is settling back down and says, « And I look pretty anywhere. Maybe a different day. Today you can sun on mine; we get so much sun, it is nice when the water is gone. » The greenrider shoves something out of sight on the desk, her mouth twisting into characteristic frowns, but there's not a lot of force behind it. "That was over a month ago," she says, "and I celebrated." There's a little secret smile for that, but her curiosity outweighs her incredulity as she reaches for the package, eyebrows up in question. "If this is filled with bugs or...something." Edyis shrugs. "It's been a weird few months. Forgive me for not being timely. The former scribe states, glancing about the room curiously. "If it's filled with bugs you can complain to one of my sisters. Greta said if they don't fit she'll alter them. She's only a senior apprentice still, but I personally have never found fault with her work. If opened the wooden box inside contains a few tunics in jewel-like tones, as well as a thinner patchwork quilt in rose and pink. At the bottom, a watercolor sketch of Aeaeth in flight, glowing prettily in a summer sky. The last probably done from imagination rather than the observance. "If you say so," Yesia replies, and outside Aeaeth is craning her head inside, eavesdropping very noticably before, « Oh, that secret. » Yesia doesn't open the box, not right away; it goes down on the desktop so the greenrider can full-frown at Edyis, suspicious by her very nature. "Who's Greta?" is the first question of note, then, "I don't think I can take a gift from you," without any good reasoning, though she's notably not handing it back. "I don't want...sympathy charity gifts." "One of my younger sisters, she's apprenticed at Weaverhall. If you don't want them that's fine, I can trade them or get a few marks out of them." Nonchalant. "Everyone should have something good for their turnday. Up to you if you want them or not." The box is still there, not moving back towards Edyis, though her fingers trace the edges of the box tentatively. "So they're sympathy charity gifts," Yesia says, the words colored with disappointment. "That's why you're always being so nice." Edyis leans against the wall studying Yesia. "Empathy." Looking at her then, something inscrutable in her expression. "The precise, word, is Empathy." She pauses then, head tilted. "But no, I am not nice out of pity or charity. I'm not nice either. If you wanted to sit and pick apart the reasons, you could assign guilt and gratitude as well." Tap tap. One manicured fingernail against paper and the wood underneath, and then Yesia sinks into the chair she stands beside and starts picking at the edges of the paper to get at what's inside, whatever willpower she had dissolving. She's not going at it with gusto, but a certain meticulous care, perhaps the better to say, "I don't know that I want to assign guilt or gratitude. I'd probably do them wrong." Beat. "You can sit down, if you want." Edyis moves to settle herself on an available seat, and it is only then, That Akluseth makes himself comfortable on the ledge, content to settle as close as Aeaeth will allow. « Yes you are always pretty. » He answers mildly. « And wiser than you let on. » Edyis watches quietly then, somewhat curious to see what the green rider will make of the gifts. "Aeaeth helped." She states somewhat tentative. "Did she," is again bland, with Yesia's gaze moving up and ledgeward; Aeaeth, at once, cowers slightly behind Akluseth with a quiet, « Oops, » and otherwise seems rather pleased with his proximity. She opens the box slowly, fingering through the items with an inscrutable expression, though it doesn't look unhappy. Torn, a little, between wanting to smile and wanting to cry, or something similar. Each tunic comes out and is examined with proper appreciation, her forehead furrowing down with increasing effort to tamp down any emotion, and by the time she makes it to the watercolor it all comes out in a half-sigh-half-laugh, her teeth catching the inside of her cheek. "This is all too much," she says, of each removed parcel lain on the desk. "You really should have...gotten me a klah mug, if you were going to do anything. I'm not entirely sure I deserve any of this." Edyis scratches her chin, "You don't have to make more of it than what it is. Greta needed the practice with the patterns and stitching, and it helps her to try to design for someone who..." Edyis doesn't say, someone who actually has a figure. "And the rest... well I don't like pink." Suddenly uncomfortable with the wave of emotion in the green rider. She looks outward at her lifemate instead. "It is a lot," Yesia says, at her roots confrontational and insistent upon being correct. "It doesn't matter what it is or why she made them. You thought...me when you got them?" She shakes her head, curls bouncing. "Thank you. I like pink." Duh. Outside, there is a proclamation of, « Pink! » and a little snuggle. Yes, good. Edyis relaxes then, when it doesn't look like the green rider might suddenly burst into tears. There's even something of a smile starting at the corners of her mouth. "Yeah, and your welcome." Akluseth? He's beside himself with glee at the snuggle. There is a mental fist pump to his rider. Edyis shakes her head then snorting softly at her lifemate's enthusiasm. Her eyes shift then to the sketch, and her brows knit together faintly. "Not that it's any of my business, but you are ok right?" She cants her head, "You've not been as ... social as normal." "I've been busy," Yesia skirts the unspoken question, folding each of the tunics neatly and then putting the watercolor carefully atop it, tilting her head to regard it one last time before drawing her legs up and turning to face Edyis with her chin on her knee. "Graduation and shadowing and --" a flick of the fingers in the general direction of the ledge with a mutinous expression, "her, and all that flying around." "Her." Edyis echoes, her eyes shifting to what she can see of Akluseth cuddling happily on the ledge. "They aren't at all what I'd thought they'd be you know? Akluseth, he listens most the time but..." Something of a secret smile filled with warmth curling over her lips, "Sometimes he does something utterly irritating because he knows I need it." She frowns then, "I hope it wasn't awful." She offers softly. "That. Why do they do that?" It comes after need it, and Yesia is scowling now, her gaze dropping to the ground in front of her. "They can't know what we need. Not those two. They're barely a turn old and they are suppose to know better than us?" It's laughable, so she laughs, bitter. "It wasn't fun. I don't -- I heard it was fun. All the other greenriders think it's amazing, being up there with her and I didn't want to be there. And then she picked," and a scoff of discontent for that, no names. Everyone knows anyways. Edyis listens. And she's silent for several moments, kicking off her boots in order to draw her knees up to her chin. "It really wasn't?" She wonders softly, not doubting but not certain either. "I imagine it was a shock to wake up next to another woman." She exhales softly then. "Don't you pick everything else?" "Aeaeth says it would have been better if I'd just come with her," the greenrider admits just above a whisper. "But I didn't. I just didn't want her to go up, and then she wouldn't just pick Zmeyth or Hiyudath so I wouldn't wake up next to a woman." She deadpans, lifting her gaze to Edyis like a direct challenge has been issued. "She's a baby," in people time, certainly. "And she's not the brightest glow in the basket, either. I pick so we do the right thing." "So, you are upset because Jo is a woman." Edyis echoes slowly. Dark eyes lifting to appraise the greenrider then. "Because you aren't attracted to women normally? Or because of the way you were raised?" She wonders tilting her head, "V'ros, is an ass." "Because," is juvenile, and yet all that Edyis is going to get out of Yesia. "Is he? I wouldn't know. Jo's not being much better. We got our rocks off and now she just doesn't talk to me. I called her on it, getting what she wanted from me, and she got mad, then went ahead and proved me right." Edyis there's an arch of one brow at the because, because that isn't going to go very far. But on Jo, she frowns. "She isn't like that. It isn't all conquests with her, She's not someone whose looking for long term but, she respects a person. At least that has been my experience." She frowns then, "Not that she doesn't have a reputation, but there's more to her than the rumors." It isn't emotional, Edyis's defense, merely stated as observations. "Have you thought to talk to her?" Yesia tosses her curls again in the negative, shrugging off the explanation of Jo with only, "So I've been told. Seems like she was everywhere before the flight, poking me and bothering me and trying to 'figure me out'," insert here big air quotes with her fingers and a huff of low laughter, "but since then she's been nothing but missing. It's fine. I don't care, I just wish it had been someone else." Beat. "Jo and I might have been able to get along, eventually, if it had." Edyis lifts a brow oddly at that. "Nothing, at all?" Leaning in and listening, then she tilts her head confused. "I don't get it, I thought you were mad that they caught because you didn't like Jo. A boys only kind of girl. If you are mad does it matter if you get along now?" Yesia makes a little sound in the back of her throat, as close to a grunt as it will get from someone like her. It's clearly unhappy, and that's what matters. The look she gives Jo could freeze blood. "No," she says darkly. "I guess it doesn't. Aren't you as wise as ever." Understanding dawns on Edyis's features, and there's a smile that curls over her lips then. "We need a girls night out." Edyis's grin twists "Show her what she's missing." She pauses then, "Or not. That might be trouble." From dark to suddenly gaping, Yesia can't bite back, "What?" and the level of incredulity it carries. Her pretty face adapts strangely to the suggestion, like she's bit into something terribly sour. "Who is we?" "You then. If you want to go alone. But I admit ..." She flushes a little. "I wouldn't mind getting a little advice on dressing a bit more girly. You seem to be an expert on that." But she's getting to her feet then. "I best get going though." A girl like Yesia, the prospect of a makeover seems to do...something. Something that makes Aeaeth lift her head and crane back over Akluseth's back to leer into weyr again. "You'd be like dressing a dragon," she says, but surely it's meant to be some sort of tease. It certainly lacks barbs or teeth for any legitimate injury, at least. "I bet I could find you some clothes. And if you did your hair instead of --" a gesture, to encompass all of Edyis' head, "whatever the shell it is you do...." She doesn't continue, curtailing with a shrug. "Probably. I was in the middle of something. If...ah. If you want to go somewhere, I guess, I could probably get at least one person to turn their head for you." Just one though. No bigger promises. Edyis arches a dark brow at Yesia's expert assessment. But she smiles then, "One head is plenty if it's the right person." Tugging back on her boots, and making her way to the door. "Have a nice rest of your night." Akluseth reluctantly leaves his spot allowing his rider to reaffix his straps and climb up. Yesia follows Edyis to the ledge, where she eventually takes up that box she left in the chair, settles down, and sets it in her lap. Whatever it holds will remain a mystery, since the greenrider doesn't open it until she's up and the brownpair is aloft. There's no real farewell from Yesia; it's Aeaeth who warbles her goodbyes as she settles down again, her head very close to Yesia and her eyes adoring, even if the latter focuses on that box. |
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Jolie (09:12, 22 August 2015 (PDT)) said...
I enjoy seeing these two together. I do wonder what a Girls' Night Out would contain.... ^^
Edyis (09:26, 22 August 2015 (PDT)) said...
I have some concerns on that front. Already I fear Yesia might clown makeup me.
Yesia (09:58, 22 August 2015 (PDT)) said...
Don't flatter yourself. I would literally never waste that much makeup to humiliate you.
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