Logs:Breaking the Rules
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| RL Date: 27 March, 2013 |
| Who: K'zin, Sabella |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'zin and Sabella skip out on a dragon anatomy lesson that goes awry. They spend some quiet time talking and breaking more rules. |
| Where: Dragon Infirmary/Inner Caverns, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 9, Month 5, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Fog |
| Mentions: N'ky/Mentions |
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| Dragon Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr The vast cavern has much the same odor of redwort and numbweed as the human infirmary, though here it's seasoned with coppery ichor rather than the iron of blood. It's also laid out similarly though on a much more massive scale, its walls lined with a number of places for patients, in this case large dragon couches recessed into the floor for ease of access; nearby cots provide space for riders. Tucked into the western curve is a huge circulating pool of warm water, by which are kept vats of oil. The healers' duty station is a counter on the north side of the room, a checkpoint before the storage rooms behind it that are now shared with the human infirmary, hosting supplies that are as neatly labeled and carefully scrubbed as the rest of the infirmary. The senior dragonhealer has an office there as well, and human-sized double doors have recently been built as a direct route to the human infirmary, while opposite a wide winding tunnel leads to the east bowl. The fog, though not unusual for High Reaches, is making the dragon infirmary busier than usual today, owing to a higher than average number of scrapes, bumps and run-ins. None of a truly serious nature, but enough to seek out help. As such, the advanced dragon anatomy class for the day has been interrupted and instead, the weyrlings meant to be listening to a lecture are trailing various dragonhealers or simply milling about, trying to look busy. K'zin is one of the latter, standing in front of a large slate board that bears a chalk sketch of dragon anatomy. K'zin is labeling body parts, and drawing extra tails, heads, limbs, and wings, helpfully. He's labeling the extras too, of course. The sketch and even the added unusual wings are quite good, though he hasn't gotten to fleshing them all out with hide patterning and shadows just yet. Rasavyth is sitting back on his haunches beside his rider, observing the chalk dragon as it continues to metamorphose under K'zin's chalk strokes. Ghislaith has been her usual introverted self for this adventure and Sabella can only hang around her silent lifemate for so long before getting just a touch bored. The green doesn't do crowds and this place is a crowd right around now. Wandering around looking for something interesting to distract herself with or looking for something actually to do, she eventually finds herself standing next to K'zin at the slate board. She picks up a piece of chalk and without asking, begins to work on the drawing with him. The drawn dragon head that's closest to her begins to get shaded in and little, non-essential details are added in. "You know, it'd be less confusing if you just drew another one. As opposed to adding on all these extra body parts. It's good, but it's sort of monstrous." "As it happens," K'zin begins quietly, "That was rather the point." Obviously, the weyrling is bored too. He cranes his head around, glancing around the cavern. Seems that the instructors are busy and the other weyrlings either helping or amusing themselves. He sets down his piece of chalk before leaning toward the green weyrling, "Want to get out of here?" Rule-breaking? K'zin? What has happened to this boy. "I'm kind of bored of labeling." Dragon anatomy seems to be a subject he doesn't have much trouble with. "And I don't feel like staying for a few more hours of this." He flicks a few fingers to gesture subtly to the rest. "You should have made the eyes more evil looking. You do that by making it pointy here and darker under here." Sabella's hand works while she speaks to him, a rather unconscious effort. Her voice is pitched low now, since he's speaking quietly as well. While he looks around, she continues to stare ahead at the slate board as if she hardly notices. "Yes, absolutely." That comes without hesitation, she's really not the best influence for a situation like this. Her green eyes flicker towards the open doors to the bowl and she drops the chalk back down. "Follow me." Not that she's ever done this before. Brown eyes turn to study the sharpening of the eyes, "Ahh, I see what you mean. I've never really drawn dragons before." K'zin confesses quietly. Perhaps her lack of good influence is what he was counting on. Anyone angling to break a few rules is better off with an experienced partner in crime. "Anywhere," is his solid, unquestioning response. Though whether this is to where he'd like to go or where he would follow her, it's unclear. He picks up a couple pieces of chalk and pockets them casually, evidently prepared to follow. "Me either. Just think of something that's scared you before and add that to whatever you're drawing." Sabella directs a significant look in Ghislaith's direction, but the green is already curled up against a back wall. She's resting quietly and quite capable of staying out of trouble. "Lets go." The girl leads them away from the slate board, moving deftly through the clusters of people. Stopping at least twice to make casual conversation with a random person or two. Eventually they're at the doors to the infirmary. Where there are significantly less people right now at this time of the day. For this she assumes a stride like she and K'zin are supposed to be there and have places to go. The rest of the weyrs caverns are on the other side of that. Smiling up at him once they're past the healers, "Easy." Rasavyth doesn't seem inclined to follow, but then he is known for being a very, very independent dragon. K'zin may be inexperienced but he's good at following a lead. He chit-chats pleasantly at each stop, acting all the while like there's nothing out of the ordinary. He does look a touch nervous at the Healer near, but doesn't do anything untoward to tip the Crafter off, his stride purposeful. "Like two plus two." He quips easily in response. Sabella throws a glance over her shoulder, has anyone noticed that they left this way? It doesn't look like they have. At least they're not chasing after them down the tunnels. Her hand finds the wall and she trails her fingers along the stone, following a passageway that's small but it must lead somewhere. "That was incredibly dull. I couldn't stand another minute of it." She sighs with relief and lets her other hand ruffle her shorter curls. Prompting with an amused smile, "Now we have time for you to tell me which number Wakizian you are." K'zin doesn't glance. Doesn't that kind of thing get you caught? He follows closely behind, carefully watching that his feet don't catch the back of the girl's boots. "Tell me about it. I don't mind the lectures, but when they don't have the hands and decide to have us 'make ourselves useful' without good direction about how to do that..." The bronze weyrling shrugs. Evidently his complaint is not with the subject, just the execution. "I know I don't know enough to actually be useful there." He lifts a hand to follow along just as she does. "Five. Of seven." His response comes with a grin. "What about you? How many Sabs-sibs are there out there in the world?" Not necessarily, not every time. "It's lazy. They were busy with other things and just wanted us out from underfoot. If anyone even notices that we're gone, I'm sure they'll be glad to be gone a few defectors." That might be true to some extent, even if the weyrlingmasters themselves probably wouldn't be thrilled to hear it. "I don't know anything to be useful there. I rearranged some of their drawers full of bandages though. That was fun." Not really, not at all. Her tone is light anyway, despite the sarcasm. "I don't know." She answers honestly. "I had a few older siblings and a couple of younger through my mother. She had another on the way the last time I saw her." The way she says it doesn't make it sound as if they were particularly close. Sabs keeps and even pace as they round a corner, her fingers still running over the rough stone wall. "Do you miss them?" "I'm sure they're extremely grateful for your help." K'zin's voice is colored with so sarcasm of their own, wry humor on his face. "Sounds like you're not close with your family? Were you fostered out?" His curiosity is polite, not pointed. He's making conversation. "I guess I don't really think about my family much anymore. I haven't seen them more than a handful of times since I was twelve." He reaches out his free hand, trying to catch up her free one, giving a little tug to stop her forward progress if he manages it. "Well, I put everything in order." Hopefully that means something good and not that everything is absolutely out of order now. Her shoulders lift for his question on whether she's close with them or not. "I wasn't fostered out. The holds don't typically go for that." But there's no explanation for what she was doing in the meantime, if she wasn't with them. And since the question isn't pointed, she doesn't offer much in the way of follow up information. "You sounded like you were fond of your sister though?" Sabs queries, an easy sort of curiosity in her voice. The even pace makes it a simple thing to stop her, she turns around and lifts her eyebrows questioningly. "Do you want to stay down here?" In this random passageway. "Sort of." K'zin responds, his fingers wrapping around her hand his other hand moving to capture her other one, pulling the hands between them. "We're alone. That makes this a very interesting place, as far as I'm concerned." Is he hitting on her? Perhaps, but perhaps there's more. "Kinzi and I are close. Or were. We write letters. She and my mom are really the only connections I still have. My brothers..." He shrugs. Then he's tackling a harder topic. "Sabs, are you okay? I-" He hesitates, brows knitting together. "I don't want to pry, but I overheard N'ky talking to you after your nightmare the other seven. And I just--" Brown eyes seek hers. "I wondered if you're okay." "Sort of?" It's Sabella's turn to take the opportunity to look confused for once. Her eyebrows together and she begins to smile, albeit a bit curiously as she glances around the passageway. Further explanation has her looking less puzzled and more, "Right..." She laughs quietly as he pulls their hands together between them, tipping her chin up. "I think you're probably still close if you're writing letters to each other. You'll be able to visit them whenever you want in not that long-" The harder topic has her pulling her arms gently back from him. Nothing as dramatic as a jerk, so it would be easy to keep her hands where he has them. "I'm sorry, that's really embarassing that you heard that. I- I'm fine. I'll be alright. Don't worry." Her eyes don't meet his easily, but they do try. She smiles reassuringly for him, "Really." K'zin retains his grip on her hands, though it's not rough, he just isn't about to let her get away so easily. The topic of his family is set aside, in favor of focus on the one more serious. "Sabs," He starts, baritone hushed, expression serious. "I'm not trying to embarrass you. I just-- you're pretty, and your nice, and I like you. And that means I want you to be okay, or at least know you've got options if you ever need to talk. Everyone has nightmares. It's not something to be ashamed of." The way he says it might clue that he's had a handful of his own to deal with lately. K'zin isn't someone she's going to rip her arms away from, so the grip is enough to her put for now. The other weyrling shifting into a serious mode has her taking in a long breath, likely meant to keep herself quiet in the meanwhile. "I know that you're not trying to embarass me. But I don't like anyone to see me at my worst." She breaks her green eyes away from his steady contact. Quietly, "Mine are real nightmares. Things that happened that are happening again now when I'm asleep. She's rooting around in my memories when I'm asleep, that's why they're so bad. I've been working on keeping her out." But it hasn't been a hundred percent successful, obviously. As she speaks, K'zin grimaces. He hesitates in responding for a moment, but he's called her out, so it's probably only fair that he volunteers next: "Ras does the same kind of thing." He chews his lower lip. "I don't know what kind of experiences they were for you, but mine aren't terrible. I've never had anything truly awful happen to me. They're enough to make for unpleasant dreaming though." He chews his lower lip for a moment. "Anyway, I don't want to make you dwell on it, if you don't want to. I just wanted you to know that you can always wake me up, if you need a-- um, shoulder. Or hug. Or--" Suddenly, K'zin is very aware of the continued contact of their fingers and his calloused ones move lightly against hers. "--whatever you need." He's blushing a little. Looking away from him helps, she's not able to see the grimace so she can't react to it. It's probably a guarantee that she would take it the wrong way, much too personally. But maybe she's prepared for that, because she begins to worry away on her lower lip. That Rasavyth is engaging in a similar campaign has her slowly bringing her eyes up to him. They're cautious and assessing, a glimmer of something before she remembers herself. "I'd rather not think about it or talk about it. If I can." Swallowing and lifting her chin again, she manages to crack a genuine smile. "I could make some joke about you and N'ky and the same girls, but it doesn't seem appropriate right now." The humor is back in her voice and she glances down to his hands when he moves his fingers like that. She tightens the grip of her hands in his. "Thank you. Just don't make promises you can't keep." That's teasing and maybe a little challenging. The nod the bronze weyrling gives is understanding, and allowing for her to not think or talk about the things that trouble her at night. At her words about N'ky and he and girls, K'zin's lips curl into a little smirk, "N'ky and I both have good taste. But if you'd like," His fingers begin to release her hands slowly, "I can withdraw my offer. Make things less complicated for you." His hands are moving slowly enough that he's giving her the opportunity to stop him from letting go, or to simply allow it. "I never make promises I can't keep. I'm reliable that way." There's an impish grin to accompany that remark. "I wasn't meaning it in exactly that way for him." Sabella seems inclined to clarify with a laugh and roll of her eyes. With the other topic mostly dropped she's able to speak more freely, less weight. "N'ky's my friend. I was just referring to- nevermind, it was a bad joke. You know what they say about humor if you start having to explain it?" She rolls one shoulder and pulls on his hands, tugs them gently with an arch of her eyebrow for him. "There isn't anything for you to make less complicated." The girl smiles mischievously at his last, even if there's something serious there. "That's good to know. Most people really aren't that reliable." "You meant because we both kissed the same girl during candidacy?" K'zin guesses amusement playing on his face. "We're teenage boys who've never been allowed to kiss girls before. What more can you expect?" His defense of their behavior is playful. His grip returns as she pulls on his hands. "Is there something-- here-- with us-- that I could make more complicated?" He asks, tone innocent, brows raised in genuine curiosity. "And you're both comforting the same girl." Sabella fixes the other weyrling with a look and laughs, ducking her head a little. "This whole weyr is full of girls. I could have expected you two would manage to stumble onto different ones." She's teasing him, not really poking any serious fun at their romanatic misadventures. "Are you talking about making something more complicated here with us?" There's a significant glance around the empty tunnel before her eyes find their way back to him. "You're a nice reliable boy, are you sure you haven't reached your limit on this sort of thing for the day?" Her smile is impish, that eyebrow arched again. "We're both very comforting people. Neither of us likes seeing people in distress. Especially not women. And for me, especially not you. I can't speak for N'ky on that score." K'zin takes a little step closer, still holding her hands as 'safe space' between them. "If you want, I can go find some other girl with nightmares to worry about." He gives a glance down the tunnel behind her and then back the way they came. "I think my reliable sensibilities can stand a little more rule-breaking." His tongue flicks over his lips subconsciously. "If it weren't for the rules and for worrying it might upset Ghislaith, I might, for example, kiss you. To make things a little more complicated." "Is that something you're interested in? Specifically? Finding women with nightmares to comfort?" Sabella wonders out loud, conveniently side-stepping the part about 'especially' her. When he takes the step closer, she doesn't take the move back she should probably be taking right around now. "You're different, from when I first met you." The girl is tipping her chin up to consider him, casting her eyes over his face. "I think that I could get used to the you that's alright with some rule-breaking." Looking past his shoulder, she untangles her hands from his. She's quite possibly more experienced at this than K'zin, something that shows in the way she moves forward and lifts up onto the toes of her boots. One hand slides along his jaw and teases the shorter strands of his hair, the other helps her balance on his shoulder. And her lips are right there, close but just shy of even brushing. "If you want complicated, it's right here." "Not finding women with nightmares to comfort, but definitely being close by a woman when she's having a nightmare." K'zin responds quietly, the insinuation holding amusement, but also sincerity. When she doesn't move away, his smile warms tentatively. Any time things start to happen with a woman, the innocent in him is always thinking I can't believe this is really happening! and there's hints of that in the way his eyes look as he gazes down at her as she moves to lean up, and her fingers play with his hair." He looks up at nothing, for a moment in a way that suggests the start of a long wrestle with right and wrong. In point of fact, the look up is only long enough for a mental shove over the cliff (which takes all of half a breath) and the hand opposite the one she is using comes up to slip behind her head and into her curls, as he tilts his head down to kiss her. It's not the sweet kiss of an innocent, but the enthusiastic kiss of a rebel. Those green eyes of hers are watching, following his and the way that they look up at nothing above them. By the time she's brought her gaze back down again, K'zin has moved his fingers into her curls and his mouth is on hers. The enthusiasm of the kiss is catching and she matches it, just as rebellious as him and taking far too much pleasure in this act. Sabella allows her body to press against him, for just a few more rule defiant moments. Before what they're doing has a chance to catch any more momentum than it likely already has, she breaks away and bites down on her lower lip. "Well, alright then." Her hand lingers along the side of his jaw, even if she's easing some space between them. Whispers first. Then a full frontal assault of clattering and windows closing hard. Ghislaith is here, Rasavyth. « Speaking of things that aren't appropriate right now. » She borrows from her rider's words earlier. There's archness to her throaty, husky voice. The one that many haven't heard yet still. (Ghislaith to Rasavyth) Enthusiasm builds on enthusiasm, his free arm wrapping around her back in those brief moments, but not overly tightly. When Sabs breaks away, his arm drops immediately, and he is the one to take a step back - a step back and a turn to lean his back on the wall, grinning. "My headache's gone." Did he mention he had one? Wide smile is then directed to Sabella, his hand moving to catch one of hers. "I guess I can't get used to this kind of rule-breaking, but... shells, that was awesome." His comments give away his youth and innocence. But the enthusiasm is cute, right? When she appears to the bronze's mind, shimmering transparent ooze is busy making complex patterns - like a gossamer spinner weaving a web, but in thick, clear liquid rather than in space. His attention is immediate and the ooze ripples into the sounds she's shared, and things inferred. Whispers tickle back towards the green. His tenor is his own though, and laced with a sparkling curiosity, « Does the inappropriateness bother you? » He, clearly, is more intrigued by the happenings and the feelings being shared between dragon and rider than disturbed by them. There is decidedly a sense that he doesn't understand all that he's gleaning from K'zin's mind. (Rasavyth to Ghislaith) "Oh, you're welcome." Sabella tells him a little breathlessly, tucking a few curls back behind her ears. "Anytime I can help with one of your headaches." She steps back and puts herself against the wall opposite him, her hands slipping into the pockets of her jacket as she leans. "No, I think if we started getting used to that we'd both end up in trouble. And we'd be very distracted." The tail-end of his comment has her laughing, well, giggling is probably closer. It's light and quiet in the empty passage. This time there's a flush to her cheeks too. Spinners. Webs. The other dragons might find some of that off-putting, but not Ghislaith. Webs are brushed aside or pushed out of the way as she makes room for her own prescence. He can rebuild them later. The spiders always do. « No. » She doesn't make a habit of speaking more then necessary. « That doesn't lessen what it is however. » The green understands, maybe more than she should for her young age. (Ghislaith to Rasavyth) "Don't make any promises you can't keep." K'zin quotes her earlier words with a playful grin. "I get a lot of them since Hatching." Everyone has their demons. For some it's dreams, for others: headaches. "Yeah. It probably would get us both in trouble. I hear we only have four and a half more months before we're actually allowed to do that." Beat. "So, maybe one rule breaking trip down the tunnels a month until then? Or once a seven?" His grin to her at this suggestion is impish. There's a half-joking, half-hopeful quality to his voice as he makes the pitch. "Or maybe any rule breaking is too distracting. I can imagine I'd be pretty distracted. Always looking forward to the next or thinking about the last." To Ghislaith, Rasavyth is unconcerned as his patterns are trashed. They were fading anyway. The intricacies of his private thoughts are not to be shared, but his youth makes them slower to fade, not an instant wipe as it is likely to become. There's a purr to the bronze's next words, « But the rule is in place because of us. Because of how we might react. If we are not reacting, what is the need for the rule? » Rasavyth seems unconcerned about the rule being a rule and therefore a rule. She rolls her eyes and laughs. "Well, I won't know that it's a promise I can't keep until you come to me with another one and it doesn't work. Now can I?" Sabella teases back, scuffing her boot against the floor of the passageway. There's a pitch coming and she listens to it, her smile turning to a deeply entertained smirk and her eyebrows drawing together. "I think it would be largely distracting, I'd start having too much fun with you to keep focused. And how fast would once a month turn into once a seven, twice a seven?" She glances away from him, attention wandering down the tunnel. Watching him out of the corner of her eye, smile mischievous again. "But maybe I could still be drawn away on a whim now and again." It's not a promise to adhere to some schedule, but a loose maybe for if he plays his cards right. She's hardly interested in the fading patterns. « The rule is in place because of the likes of us. Should they be caught, they'll be punished. The others won't care for exceptions. » The others, larger older dragons. Their riders. She sweeps misty images of them past quickly. A whisper of cool wind, tattered curtains moving in it suggest she'd say more now. But she's said too much already. Ghislaith retreats from Rasavyth as swiftly as she arrived. In her wake, the creaky door slams. The rusty lock bolts. The key is turned. A broken window is left opened if he'd like to respond, she can hear him. (Ghislaith to Rasavyth) K'zin's grin is still in place though she doesn't commit to any smooching timeline. The possibility of some is better than no possibility at all. Whatever he might have said in response is cut short by the sound of approaching footsteps from the direction they were initially heading. "We should get back," is his only comment before he grasps her hand briefly, squeezing her fingers lightly. Releasing his grip, he heads back the way they came without further dalliance. To Ghislaith, Rasavyth, who by all accounts, can be a chatty dragon, seems to find the most appropriate response for this to be silence. There is acknowledgment in the way that her words are gathered and melt into the tapestry of whispers that cloud his thoughts, none intelligible. There is a respectful distance to his touch now, like the children who wait outside a rusty gate and tell stories of what lies behind. It's not abandonment or lack of interest, just healthy respect. Footsteps. Sabella turns her head in their direction, distracted by their presence until she feels the squeeze of his hand again. "You're right." It's a simple agreement and she's quickly pushing off of the wall and moving behind him. Like before her, her fingertips eventually find themselves trailing against the stone again. |
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K'del (K'del (talk)) left a comment on Fri, 29 Mar 2013 01:41:47 GMT.
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Teenagers!
Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Fri, 29 Mar 2013 02:22:51 GMT.
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Teenagers indeed, K'del.
You both better hope nobody finds out. An by nobody, I of course mean MamaHrae. XD
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