Logs:Better Options
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| RL Date: 13 May, 2015 |
| Who: Lilah, G'vri |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Lilah wants more than two options, but also complains about having none? |
| Where: The Glass Fountain, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 17, Month 10, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Thunderstorms have rocked the area off and on all day, retreating at times to let lighter skies dominate, but soon enough the clouds thicken and darken again with rain pouring down, thunder growling and lightning bolts flashing. |
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Despite its subterranean locale, the creamy wall paint, pale woods, and
frosted glass give the cavern a light, airy feel. Oil lamps reflect softly
in the polished wood of high-backed booths, glimmering through the opaque
glass dividers that help lend intimacy to the seating arrangements;
round-backed booths carved from stone, lined with deep, terra-cotta
colored padding and the addition of strategic, lyric shapes painted in a
subtle red shade. The sweeping, half-circle shaped bar with its top of
smooth stone, backed by cut-glass-fronted cabinetry flows gracefully into
the soft lines and mellow colors that dominate the Glass Fountain.
All the atmosphere aside, the main attractions of the room are clearly the
massive, multi-pronged chandelier that hangs from multiple chains from the
ceiling and the re-worked leak - which no longer resembles a leak at all,
having been channeled through glass to become a beautiful piece of art. A
curving wave and a series of glass bubbles guide the water past a bank of
glows, allowing the light to shine through the water and turn it into a
sparkling fountain. From its dark, dim, shabby history, the Glass Fountain
has become an elegant place with lattice-stands to hold the menus with
their selection ranging from typical 'bar food' to high-end dishes and
fancy desserts. Lightning flashes in the skies, rain pouring down from the skies, yet Eliyaveith doesn't retreat away to the shelter of her own weyr as she normally would, instead claiming a spot on the highest part of the bowl, claws dug into stone and the blanket heat of her mind pressed over the Weyr possessively. She has singled out Tovriath for the moment, her gaze drawn on the foreign bronze in her Weyr with an intent study. Her rider has retreated to the subterranean bar, not exactly away from curious murmurs and prying eyes, but at least with a drink in her hand as she has claimed a booth to herself. Her jacket has been shrugged out of, leaving only the rather plain grey clothes of her old uniform, with hair thrown off her neck in a messy bun. She watches her drink, rather than the room as she normally would, without hides as she would normally be working on. Tovriath is quite pleased to be the focus of the heated queen's attention, poised where he is across the rim from her. There's no challenge to her possessiveness. The Southern bronze doesn't want the Weyr, he only wants her. G'vri is less focused than his dragon, because of his dragon, but his steps bring him to Lilah's booth, pausing there to speak instead of inviting himself into her company. "Weyrwoman. Do you mind if I sit with you awhile? The boys've been less friendly since, well, I guess you probably know." There's an airy gesture with the hand holding his glass, and a pleasant, boyish smile if she bothers to look at him. Lilah's lips twist into the hint of a frown at the sound of someone's voice, but as that dark gaze lifts to the Southern bronzerider, there must be some part of Eliyaveith's attention that seeps into the goldrider's defensiveness. She tips her chin in a simple nod, her fingers tightening subtly around her wine glass. "I don't know that sitting with me will make them anymore friendly," she points out, however. "Not sitting with you won't make them any friendlier, either. And better me than one of them, I expect." G'vri's grin remains, though it turns toward self-deprecating at the expense of his fellow bronze- and brownriders. "For you, anyway. Is she treating you well?" He moves to slide into the other side of the booth carefully, giving Lilah time to change her mind if she so desires before he's settled enough to take a drink. "Are those my only two options?" challenges Lilah to the foreign bronzerider, her dark gaze sliding over him in a weighted study that seems very much a mimic of her dragon in this moment. "I don't get a third?" There is a hint, there, perhaps, of buried humor and interest in the goldrider, as if she is looking for an answer that will impress her as she lifts her glass of wine to her lips. "I'm fairly sure that there are as many options as you can possibly think up, weyrwoman. But I liked the idea of this one. I'm open to hearing more if you have something else in mind, though." There's humor in his voice, if distracted by Tovriath's attention to the Fortian gold. G'vri sets his glass on the table, no doubt whiskey. Lilah's brow curves upwards at G'vri, her finger tapping on her own glass as she takes that slow sip. Her only answer is a dismissive, "I am fairly sure I have no options, do I?" But the drag of her gaze over the bronzerider lingers, catching herself only belatedly to sweep a look away and towards the rest of the cavern to see who might be watching. "Eliyaveith is the one who gets to choose." G'vri doesn't seem concerned about who else might be watching, his attention focused only on the woman across from him. It's a casual attention rather than intense, though. "They can't choose anymore than we can. Not entirely. That's the fun of the chase, isn't it?" That's probably meant to be rhetorical. He must know the basics of her lifemate's flight history, after all, given the nature of Southern and Fort's relationship. "If you're the chaser, maybe," Lilah replies lightly, dark eyes returning unerringly to G'vri to meet his. A pause, before she asks bluntly, "Are you planning to chase? Or is he, I should say, but I'm sure you could stop him if you wanted." The Southern bronzerider laughs, reaching to pick up his glass again for another drink. "It's... difficult to pull his attention away from a proddy queen once he has his sights set on her, weyrwoman. If Fort doesn't close the flight," and something in his voice suggests that he presumes they both know that's unlikely, "I have no reason to stop him." It means G'vri is planning to chase. "Would you rather I did?" Lilah's lips twist into a sharper smile at G'vri's question, or perhaps at his answer, but she only answers dismissively, "You or another one; it doesn't matter. There's really no difference to me, is there?" It likely isn't any secret that she has no weyrmate or that gossip does not connect her in particular to any one rider. "Would you stop him if I did ask?" "If it's what you wanted, I would try. Of course I would." It's what G'vri can offer, perhaps lacking total control over who his lifemate ultimately chases. "But since it makes no difference to you, you aren't going to ask me to stop him, are you." The words are formed like a question, but lack the inflection of an actual query. "It doesn't make a difference to you? That he could catch a foreign queen and if she doesn't--." Lilah doesn't finish that sentence, allowing it to hang heavily between them as she watches the bronzerider, before continuing, "There will be people who will blame you and him, even with her history. Just because you are foreign." "Tovriath is a proven sire," G'vri assures her, factually more than proudly. "If he were to catch her and she failed to produce a clutch, I doubt it would harm his reputation as such more than reinforce the consensus that she may be barren. And, in that case, it would be better for your Weyr to blame a foreigner than one of their own, wouldn't it?" It's almost like he's given this some sort of thought before now. Lilah's brows curve sharply upwards at his answer, her next challenge holding an edge to it as she questions, "So, it is better that he catches so that you can prove her barren?" There is a twist of those words, a flicker of darker emotions in dark eyes as they rest on G'vri. Surely-- this is just because of her dragon. There's patience in G'vri's smile when he answers Lilah, "If she's going to be proven barren, it's better that he catches, sure. Or that any other foreigner does." He starts sliding out of the booth, then, back up to his feet. "Whatever the case, I'm sure the best bronze will be proud to catch her. But, if you'll excuse me, weyrwoman, I think it's time I drag him back to his weyr before there's no hope of me sleeping in my own bed tonight." At least it means he's probably not trying to get into hers. A hint of surprise catches in Lilah's gaze as G'vri moves to leave, as he excuses himself and perhaps that he's still smiling. "I will ensure that she lets him leave," she offers simply to him, but she will watch him go. "I appreciate it," says the young bronzerider, offering Lilah a casual but respectful salute before he turns to go with no lack of confidence in his steps. |
Comments
Cass (20:28, 14 May 2015 (EDT)) said...
Sharp conversation, both of you! It had a great pace.
Alida (00:35, 15 May 2015 (EDT)) said...
A rather refreshing take on the usual talks between male dragons' riders and a proddy goldie. ^^
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