Logs:Crazy
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| RL Date: 3 August, 2015 |
| Who: Alida, Edyis, H'vier, Ilicaeth, Akluseth, Reisoth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: A chance meet up at the Weyr lake leads to some odd behaviors from at least one person. |
| Where: HRW:Lake |
| When: Day 8, Month 6, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Sunny, pleasant. |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions, Yesia/Mentions, Jo/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Backdated. Please feel free to change the icons if they don't fit! :) |
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| It's a warm summer evening, and with weyrling duties completed for the day Edyis is stripped to the bare essentials of clothing, Shorts and a loose fitted tank of sorts. She is scrubbing down a rather restless brown who seems more interested in staring bashfully at greens passing overhead than actually getting clean. « Arekoth said when we are big enough we could chase. » He isn't being particularly choosy about who listens in on him, tail still swishing through the water. « Why can't we yet? I mean if someone wanted us to when they rise? » Edyis? She just scrubs all the more at that hide. Reisoth is circling the bowl overhead, angling toward the waters of the lake. He submerges some distance away. « Who said you couldn't chase? » It's curious rather than incredulous. The bronze might not be arguing the wisdom of waiting. H'vier is jogging along the perimeter of the bowl as he often does in the evening. It's one of the activities he does on his own rather than with his wing. But his path has him making his way ever closer to the lake. He'll get here eventually. From the get-go of recognizing the incipient signs of proddiness in her firelizard, Alida's been kind enough to spare others her weird presence as much as possible, though she still has to show up to wing drills, dragonhealing 'practice,' and things like the baths and chow. She cannot stand being pent up in her weyr *all* the time, though, and so - her long hair uncharacteristically unbound - the bluerider can be found in lighter clothing, her cutoff shorts giving her an easier time of attempting to bathe both Ilicaeth and a subtly-glowy little gold firelizard clinging to her tank-topped shoulder. The triad of draconian-types and blonde woman are currently 3/4's of the way across the Bowl, on an arrow's straight path towards the Weyr's lake. Count on Ilicaeth to be listening in to other dragons, and to answer Akluseth with a humored, baritone-sand scour of, « Y'll figure it out sooner 'r later, kid. » Ilicaeth: The voice of 'experience.' On the outside, the blue's simply warbling at the brown weyrling pair, Alida squinting her eyes some, then waving - even *smiling* - at the brownpair. WTF? « Edyis says I can't until I finish growing, but I'm already bigger than most blues. I don't see what the big deal is. And Arekoth said we could maybe even catch golds like you did. » The brown huffs, though he seems to settle some as his problem spot gets scrubbed. A smiling Alida, however, is enough to stop the weyrling brownrider dead in her tracks eying the green eyed blond before returning that smile, albeit somewhat cautiously. "Hey Alida, Ilicaeth, and Pyrite." She calls slipping down as Akluseth submerges himself. « Edyis is not your weyrlingmaster, » Reisoth points out. « If you feel as though you're ready to chase, by all means, chase away. » Granted, he's not Akluseth's weyrlingmaster, either. The dark bronze swims slowly closer, but he doesn't actually seem to intend on getting close. H'vier is starting to make his way up the beach toward the brownrider now, shirt tucked into the back of his pants. « Pfft. Y'll be interested whenever you *are*. » Ilicaeth is near-perfectly confident in his reassurance of the brown, the blue galumphing right beside Akluseth and into the water, where he groans in delight at feeling the pull of gravity lessen after a day of drills. While her dragon rolls around and submerges, Alida pulls up near Edyis, then setting down all her dragon-bathing/care implements so she can better stare back at the weyrling...who's staring back. "Fuckin' grand day ta get this bathing crap outta the way," the blonde announces in her usual alto, though it sounds pretty mellow. It's a mix of typical...and non-typical; thus the 'odd' instead of 'frightening.' It's about this time that Pyrite chooses to rub her head against Alida's cheek, then launch herself lightly from one shoulder to another, the vaguely-glowy little beastie seeking to perch once again on Ed's shoulder and give her a trill before then looking to try and snake under her top. Alida's still not noticed H'vier, but she *is* focusing on present company, green eyes rolling so hard at the sight of Ed vs. Firelizard that she might just catch sight of her own ass, though Ilicaeth notes with his usual affability to Reisoth, « Yo. » Hello there. « You chase against your rider's will? » Akluseth wonders of the bronze, « It isn't that I'm not interested now. » He returns to Ilicaeth, « Wonder if I could get away with that though. » What ideas are those two putting into the brown's head? Alida's greeting is treated first with incredulity, and then laughter as the small gold makes herself all too at home in the weyrling's clothes. "Your firelizard is worse than Jo." Edyis teases, but doesn't really seem bothered much by it. It's when she notices that faint glow that something clicks and she grins wryly. When H'vier's approach is close enough, the weyrling does pause to offer a salute to the Iceberg wingleader. "Sparring was actually fun, by the by." In lieu of further greeting for the man. « Often, » Reisoth assures the young brown as though he can't imagine why he wouldn't. « His reasons for wanting me to refrain are rarely sufficiently convincing. » H'vier might have just passed right along, but something between the salute and his lifemate's attention has him slowing down to a walk to offer an acknowledgement to Edyis and a glance toward Reisoth's bulk further out in the water. "Glad to hear it," he says before he's taking a moment to study Alida while Reisoth's presence offers some brief indication that he's aware of the blue. It's basically a greeting. « If ya wanna give 'er half a coronary, sure. But y'll know when ya *really* wanna' chase some pretty female tail... » Ilicaeth notes wryly to Akluseth as he resurfaces, and then slowly lolls around so the waves his body generates don't waterlog the humans. "Damned fool over-affectionate 'lizard..." Alida notes around a long-suffering sigh that appears a little at odds with her slightly-indulgent smirk for Pyrite, who's now got her lower body under the back of Edyis' top, while the gold's upper half is draped semi-casually over the top of one shoulder...the flit's green eyes whirling a moderate speed. "Pants..." is all Alida responds when Jo's name hits the air, the bluie looking rather wicked of expression for a few moments before she whistles piercingly at her lifemate. "You want that bath now 'r in twenty Turns?" Get a move on, lazy. The burly blue gives a loud snort, and looks as though he'll just continue said lolling...until he heeds the lure of the scrubbing brush his rider brandishes at him like a scepter, and rows slowly towards shore. Ed's grin is attributed to the talk of Jo, but sounds of motion behind her - not to mention Edyis' salute and greeting on its heels - soon have Alida pivoting about on a bare heel...and staring with slowly narrowing eyes at the wall of toned flesh that's H'vier. Study on study...it goes on for a set of exactly two seconds on her end...and suddenly the bluie's...not scowling or sneering or ignoring the bronzerider completely. Instead, there's a canny look in clear green eyes, and a slow, quite wicked little shark's grin flashing from even, white teeth for the man. Not a word is said as she stands there...brandishing her scrubbing brush. Grinning somewhat evilly. Akluseth's tail slaps the water as he gets a little over excited at the notion. « Edyis would be pissed if I broke rules. She's rather a pain in that regard... but maybe... how do you handle him being irritated after? » Because this is something the brown should know right? The word pants draws a lift of one brow, even as Edyis affectionately rubs her cheek against the little golds. It's Alida's regard of the bronzerider that draws mild concern. "I'm curious about something. Why go easy on Yesia yesterday?" It lacks judgement but actually holds a fair amount of curiosity mingled with something disturbingly akin to respect. Reisoth's cool, calm presence is capable of being amused, at any rate. « If I win, he has a difficult time being very upset about it. If I lose, he still usually finds someone to keep him company. » So it's almost win-win. « Why do you care if she's irritated about it after? Does it irritate you when she enjoys the company of others? » H'vier is either oblivious to his dragon's bad influence or completely ignoring him. He eyes Alida for a few moments longer, the shifts his gaze to the weyrling. "She likes me," he says without hesitating to consider what else he might say. There's only continued smirkiness from Alida for Edyis' loft of brow, the woman remaining in her brandishing pose as she now continues to stare like a testing shark at H'vier. One part of her mind is listening to the interplay between weyrling and bronzerider, while another part focuses on the man...until he utters those too-typical H'vier words. That sharky smile grows even wider with the 'admission' of himself, the bluerider's eyes now glinting, her stance shifting almost sinuously until it looks as though she might just slither on over to the bronzerider and slink up his side. Hot! What comes out of her mouth, however, is be 90% pure Alida. "Like ya, pretty boy." Long, pale lashes bat in a surprisingly feminine way...utterly ruined by her following, "Like yer head on a pike." Twinkle. This is about the time Ilicaeth rumbles loudly back at his rider, his azure eyes whirling rapidly as he nabs back the blonde's attention with his baritone, « Fuck 'im 'r kill 'im. I need my bath. » Hehehehe. « I'd like it better if she spent time with someone who rode green or gold instead of blue or brown. » After all he's not going to cozy up to Largath or Tacuseth. He seems to think about Resioth's opinion a little more deeply then on why he cares. As for Edyis? She might have been expecting something different, but the way she bursts into laughter, at least until Alida is sidling up to the man, and Ed clearly has no idea if she intends to kill him or do something else equally disturbing. H'vier eyes the bluerider with a strangely uncertain expression. The words he's used to. The rest of it? Not so much. At one point he might have tried to take advantage of the latter, but perhaps that ship has long since sailed. "I'll keep my head and my pike where they are, thanks," he tells her, before saying to Edyis, "She likes me well enough to spread her legs." And that's, perhaps, the only sort of liking H'vier really cares about these days. « There's no reason you can't find a green or gold entirely independent of your rider's interests. » It's that uncertainty of H'vier's that has Alida sudden breaking out into a fit of guffaws that any sailor might be envious of, the bluerider actually tearing up a little she laughing so hard. Spluttered between barks and gales of humor, the bluie gasps out to Edyis, "Spread 'em just far enough ta crush 'is ol' boys between 'em a second time!" Hooting and snorking, wiping her eyes and nose a few times on her bare forearm, 'lida saunters off back towards Ilicaeth, and settles into scrubbing her lifemate's neck from her perch on his shoulders, once he boosts her up there. The blonde's still snerking and giggling crassly, her lurid green gaze darting between Edyis, H'vier, and Ilicaeth quite often. On her Ed-perch, little Pyrite coos and wriggles happily, nuzzling the brownie's neck and jaw, while making certain any accidental claw scratches she might deliver are only white little lines that fade quickly. Proddy gold is super affectionate! Her owner... uhhh...maybe...not so much. Ilicaeth only rumbles his pleasure at being scrubbed, and watches the proceedings from twice-lidded green eyes. Akluseth is listening, and probably far to impressionable for the good of his rider. « How do you talk to girls? Mine says you win frequently. » Considering Akluseth himself is a byproduct. Edyis exhales softly at the last little fact dropped by H'vier. "Silly me, of course, that would be the answer," she actually sounds disappointed though. It's Alida though that earns a lift of both brows and a headtilt at H'vier, even as she returns Pyrite's affections. "I knew proddy was an odd thing, but I had no idea..." She murmurs possibly only within earshot of the bronze rider. "Are you making your owner crazy? Why yes, yes, you are." She coos softly at Pyrite. "Right," says H'vier, looking between both women and then up along the path he'd been on before. "If you don't mind." But he doesn't wait for either of them to not mind before the bronzerider is moving off to continue his jogging up the beach and no doubt back around the bowl. « I speak with them the same as I speak to anyone. Talking and catching have little to do with the other in my experience. I have no doubt you'll figure it out. » And with that Reisoth, too, is withdrawing, turning to swim his way toward the other end of the lake where the herdbeasts are allowed to drink. It looks as though Alida could care less what H'vier and Edyis are talking about down there, the blonde still sniffing and giggling to herself on occasion - and looking WAY too pleased - as she briskly assaults Iliceath's thick hide with some soapsand and that stiff-bristled brush...the blue blowing bubbles of pleasure into the water. Pyrite churrs and hums, coos and sighs out her pleasure at having her every proddy affection need attended to by Edyis, her inner eyelids drooping fully shut, those opaque outer ones perhaps soon to follow as she sucks in the love like a big sponge. Alida finally looks after the departing bronzerider only when Reisoth's own leavetaking clues her in, the bronze himself offered a casual wave, while his human earns only another bark of laughter from Alida...this one sounding more like her usual self: a little nasty. Sighing gustily, Alida announces to one and all, "Sweet Faranth's twat; that boy's a nasty piece uv' shit on the inside." Even *she*, though, can't completely lie and say H'vier's rather nice eye candy. "And yet you were ogling him like a hungry dragon eyeing an injured herdbeast." Edyis observes , all too happy to fawn over the little gold, of course now that Akluseth is no longer distracted by the bronze he sulks over it. « Little menace. Shameless. » He mutters of Pyrite. "Should I assume it has something to do with the... er condition of her hide?" The dark-eyed scribe wonders fishing out a small bottle of oil from her own supplies and working some into a cloth to apply to the preening gold." "I'd sooner fuck K'del..." Alida answers with a sudden lurch of mood, this time her disgust making her curl her lip. Ewww. Hussy she is, Pyrite nosing and nuzzling Edyis while she continues to suck all the lurvs in, her owner blinking down at Edyis from Ilicaeth's shoulders, then shrugging much more like her usual self. "Happens only once a half handful'a Turns...so I deal with it. 'Least it ain't as bad as the riders uv' females have ta deal with." Oiling? OMGWTFBBQ! Pyrite is nearly squeeing out her adoration at Edyis' attentions to her soft hide, the rotten little beastie slowly dropping down, down the brownrider's front until she's in a near-limp firelizard puddle over the back of the younger woman's off forearm...half-way belly-up. Once again, Alida's looking down on the scene...and this time the woman can't resist a brisk chuckle at her pet. "Fucking little tart." Snerk. Then it's back to work, especially since Ilicaeth's subtly shrugging his shoulders, and setting his lifemate to staggering a few times. « Pay attention. » Yeesh. "If he's more your type, though I got the impression that he is as monogamous as a rider can manage," but it's gentle and friendly, that teasing, horribly amused by the all too happy firelizard. « Hussy. » Akluseth mutters. "Hey even I can admit that if it wasn't for his terrible personality, H'vier has a certain appeal." Akluseth makes his way to the shadows his nose coming within a few feet of the weyrling and the gold. Just staring at them. "Still isn't quite my taste mind." The look on Alida's face says it all: YUCK! "The woman-hater's pretty enough, but the rest uv' 'im's so disgusting it renders the 'pretty' useless." H'vier. As for K'del, "Besides not likin' 'im fer my own reasons..." (unspoken: for not trusting her, for still being 'nasty' to her after the Hold incident nearly two Turns ago) "...the Weyrleader" (condescendingly spoken, that dubious title) "...I've seen 'is behavior, 'is style over the Turns." Sneer. She doesn't say it, but something in the way the woman holds her head, her expression, her very form might hint at thinking of K'del as rather 'wimpy.' Back to scrubbing her lazing blue the blonde goes, though she has presence of mind enough to take note of Akluseth's closing presence. "Better watch out..." Alida notes around a smirky grin to both weyrling and her pet...who peeps softly, one faceted Pyrite eye whirling to focus on the bluerider. Eh? "Not entirely useless, but he's not pleasant, no." For K'del her expression softens a bit, "He isn't so terrible either, bit irritating at times, but his heart is usually in the right place." Even if he can't always decide which place that should be. "So what is your type then Alida?" Edyis wonders before a whuff of breath from Akluseth draws her attention, and she eyes her lifemate as he noses at the little gold. The rag, gets shifted to start working on his muzzle then with a laugh. "Don't worry Akluseth, she's not honing in on your turf." « Riiight. » but he is placated for now by the rag. "What'd *you* use 'im for?" Alida inquires only partially facetiously of Edyis, as far as H'vier is concerned, her curiosity and her disgust both piqued. Further word of K'del isn't even worth the blonde's further attention, apparently, the bluie sparing a lingering look down at Edyis before she shifts back to scrubbing her lifemate's shoulders and lower 'ridges, now. For some moments, the elder woman doesn't say anything, merely getting into her work, while Pyrite starts to snooze on her human perch. After Edyis reassures her own brown lifemate, the burly blue's partner murmurs rather softly, "Resilient; sorta-independent; basically honest; sorta-decent." Grunt, scrub. "Like some decent brains in 'im; dun' need ta be super handsome." Pause, smirk. "Sense uv' humor; *loyal*." That lattermost is a *must*. Edyis lifts a shoulder, "That I don't know yet, but he's at least somewhat competent, and if he can get Yesia to listen to him..." She shrugs, That she nods to each item in the list... as though marking it down mentally might be concerning. "Interesting." Is her own reply before falling quiet and tending to her brown, and to the little gold too. "I'll keep that in mind." And for the rest she seems too intent on the dragons and firelizard to say much else. |
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Jolie (05:17, 4 August 2015 (PDT)) said...
(lols) I enjoy whenever Pyrite is proddy (or when Alida acts out of the ordinary)! The dragon chat was hilarious, too. I want to kidnap Akluseth.
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