Logs:Black Mark
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| RL Date: 2 October, 2014 |
| Who: Edyis, V'ros |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Some things can't be fixed with any amount of apology. |
| Where: Greenhouse, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 19, Month 12, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| OOC Notes: As usual feel free to add/edit/correct anything I may have missed. |
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| A rustic and unadorned vestibule leads in from hewn spiral steps to a refitted ledge, enclosed by limestone pillars. Sturdy wooden framework captures elongated glass panes, tilted to absorb the most light during the day. The wash of heat from within, lush and humid, persists even into the dead of winter; the air is heady with the scent of fresh-turned soil and various flora. Long, deep troughs of soil line the inner stone wall, planted with an assortment of broad, leafy tropicals - practical and decorative alike. Fruit and vegetable baskets hang from rafters, optimizing space, tempting in reach with a perpetually ripening harvest. A series of stone shelving is devoted to flourishing, aromatic herbs and new green shoots; even the softest touch releases a burst of savory scent from tender leaves. Amidst the greenery, a handful of wooden benches have been scattered, making this a temptingly warm and secluded spot to sit. Shuttered vents serve to regulate humidity and heat given off from a small hot spring recessed into an alcove at the back; a secondary pool with cooler waters siphons off to provide a constant, fresh supply for irrigation. A small potting station nearby is cluttered with watering cans and gardening tools of various uses, with a wooden bin for composting materials tucked underneath. Today is not a day for obfuscation, despite what the drift and dance of the snowflakes might suggest. There is no covert plan, just a simple note in elegant, but to the point script delivered sometime early in the day, requesting a simple chance to clear the air. In truth the woman perched upon the bench by the hot springs does not seem to expect company to come, knees drawn to serve as a brace-board for her notebook, the pencil scratching away notes and detail with trancelike interest. She's been here awhile, but shows no sign of leaving as the afternoon settles in even as the humidity sets wisps of hair to curl. The door to the greenhouse opens and shuts relatively quietly. Even the shuffling tread of the weyrling is barely heard. It's his jostling into one of the tall potted plants that might catch attention, and the accompanying swear. V'ros walks down the aisles of verdant foliage, peering left and right, looking for.. ah, there, Edyis. He has a frown already in place, his brow knitted together, as he stops a short distance from the scribe's bench. "You wanted to say something?" he mutters. Though the jostling of the plant is noticed it's the words she responds to, swinging her feet to the floor and closing the book in her lap. "Sit down for a minute, if you'd like." Though the offer may be for the plants safety, more than a concern over comfort. "I know you don't think very much of me, and frankly it doesn't bother me in the least, I more than earned it with that prank. I was angry over you causing a scene in the bathing caverns, and it told me exactly what I needed to know about you. Though I would say the snowasis was far more informative. If I wounded your pride, which I find unlikely, I would like to apologize. Maybe it is outrageous to ask to try for friendship but at least lets try for less painfully awkward." She finishes finally rushing through her main points in one breath as though she is afraid he'll suddenly attempt to leave through the greenhouse glass. Suspicion meets Edyis' words, but V'ros helps himself to a seat on the bench. He folds himself compactly, knees touching and hands clasped around the lip of the seat. "You want to.. apologize to me?" His brow furrows further. "You invited me to your date.. with A'rist. A'rist is.. I like A'rist.. as my friend. Why did you do that?" For now, his voice is level, his emotion contained . "It wasn't supposed to be a date, V'ros. It was supposed to be a few drinks with friends, I had no idea you two knew each other. I wanted to make peace, figured I'd introduce you to him. We'd all have a laugh and be done." She begins to explain in a level tone, though the faint creases in her brow might speak of the frustration she does not. "I had no idea you two knew each other, or that he would think it was a date. That he was actually interested in a date after I told him the truth." Dark eyes shift to her hands in he lap as they fidget with the edge of the leather binding of her notebook. "I noticed the shirt and improvised. It was the wrong move in hindsight, but I didn't want to disappoint him. I'm not really good with honest social interaction and you have enough reason to hate me. Don't worry about it though, if he asks just tell him the truth, about what I did to you. He was more worried about you than the date, and if he was interested in me he isn't now, and he definitely won't be if he knows what I did. So that's probably all for the best anyway." "Are you interested? In A'rist?" V'ros asks the question baldly, without sloshing through the rest of the rebuttals he could give. His brown eyes are dark and intense as they watch the scribe, his face, for once, not showing much in the way of emotion; though he radiates reproach. Her expression grows pensive as she considers the question, biting at her lip absently. "He is the sort of person who I find incredibly frightening, but for all that I am scared of him, I often find I can trust him all the same." A beat before her eyes focus sharply, in effort to meet the weyrling's. "Does that answer your question, or would a simple yes or no be what you were looking for? Not that it matters of course." "Why can't you give a straight answer? Yes or no." His eyes never waver, though his frown becomes less.. intense. "You shouldn't mess with people, Edyis. That night wasn't.. funny. It was embarrassing. I feel," sucking in a breath, "bad. I didn't know." V'ros ends his tirade by folding his arms over his chest, uncomfortable. Edyis gives a rare scowl. "I wasn't messing with anyone that night, not on purpose. The only intent I had was to have drinks with Nita, Arist, and you if you ended up accepting. From now on I'm resorting to block lettering and detailing every aspect of something, to avoid these stupid screwed up situations." As for an answer, she just gives V'ros an exasperated look. "Fine. I am interested in A'rist." Some consideration is placed on the answer, and there's a lengthy pause as he watches her with an immoveable expression. Then, with a stiff nod: "I see. You should.. tell him. Your intentions." V'ros turns his head so he's looking straight ahead rather than at Edyis. "And.. don't involve me in.. this, again." He stands, abruptly, looking down at her. "That all?" "Whatever goes on with that particular mess is my own business, that really wasn't the point of this conversation. It doesn't matter if I'm kind or cruel, interested or not, or anything at all really." Her attention turns back to the water, as she reclaims the bench opening the notebook. "The point was I owed you an apology, for the clothing incident, and the latest which was a completely unintended consequence of failing to properly read the situation. Though if you think it wise to endeavor to believe the worst of me, that is of course, your choice." It seems though she's finished speaking, from the heavy lines left in the notebook. "It does.. matter. You can't.. just.. I don't know Edyis, but don't be a stupid.." There's an internal war - maybe of the draconic variety - as he clenches his jaw down and assumes a short silence. V'ros walks a couple steps to the side, back to the scribe. "Don't. Be like.. that. Why do you think you can just.. treat people.. that way? In the baths that time.. the barracks.. now in the Snowasis." He shoots her a ominous look over his shoulder. "We don't.. like each other. That much is.. clear, but, stop trying to fuck with me."
A tense moment passes wherein V'ros stares at Edyis with unfathomable eyes and a firm mouth. He shakes his head, slowly, and then turns on his heel, making his exit from the greenhouse without another word. The pencil lead snaps. It's only after the brownrider is gone that her hands find her face and droplets smack the page smearing those dark frustrated strokes. The page cannot be saved, no amount of frustrated attempts erasing can bring it back to the condition it was in before, it would stay there as a permanent reminder, an ugly black mark amid lines of truth. It's some long hours before she makes her way back to the weyr. |
Comments
Azaylia (18:30, 2 October 2014 (EDT)) said...
Awkwaaaard! I think it'd be wise for Edyis to give both boys loooots of space. Then again, she's young herself and it's less likely to be as messy/entertaining.
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