Logs:Cutie
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| RL Date: 17 September, 2013 |
| Who: K'zin, Lansha |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Two weyrbrats catch up and Lansha reveals an old secret, but K'zin's as oblivious as ever. |
| Where: Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 27, Month 10, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Giorda/Mentions |
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| Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr Stalactites hang high above this enormous cavern like a jagged chandelier or an inversion of the Spires themselves, but shadows cling to them instead of light. Below lie great tables arranged in rows, each large enough to serve a fighting wing, while in the nooks and alcoves around the cavern's edge sit more sensibly-sized tables, from six- and eight-seaters down to intimate spots for just a couple of diners. The only really open space is around the kitchen entrance, smelling of food and rarely quiet, and by the nearby serving tables with their long buffet of the day's offerings. Tapestries on the smooth walls -- some faded and others newly woven -- only slightly mute the sea of sound when a meal is in full swing, but they add cheerfulness augmented by the glowlight from wall sconces and the centerpieces of each table. Still, shadows always creep along the ceiling and into the mouths of the exits -- the myriad small hallways at one end of the cavern and, at the other, the twisting tunnel to the bowl near an array of coathooks and and hatracks -- and late at night, when the glows are allowed to dim, the chamber can seem very dark indeed.
K'zin's entrance is unremarkable. Just another rider in from the day's duties. His stop to snag food and drink before moving toward an unclaimed seat. "You mind?" He queries of Lansha, gesturing across from him. Lansha looks up from the hide he was so absorbed in. "Hm? Oh! No, please, have a seat." He smiles and takes a sip of klah. "Thanks," The bronzerider slides into the seat, letting his small plate slide onto the tabletop. K'zin lifts his own mug and sips at it before giving the other lad a once-over, including the hide. "Interesting reading?" Lansha shrugs. "Not really, just some records, but the headwoman wanted me to study them until I knew them by heart. Oh, I'm Lansha, by the way. Nice to meet you, rider." He extends a hand to the man. "To memorize by heart they've got to be at least a little interesting." The older teen answers with a grin. His hand is wiped on his trouser swiftly, before he reaches out to clasp Lansha's. "K'zin. Rasavyth's. I think we were in classes together, weren't we? Turns and turns ago?" The former weyrbrat gives the other another long look, possibly trying to peel back the aging of turns to confirm his memory. Lansha cocks his head to the side slightly. "Were you? I think I remember. You were a few years ahead, though." He looks off into nowhere for a moment. "Yes, I remember, you were always joking around. And I..." he breaks off suddenly, blushing. "Um, nothing, sorry." "Yeah." K'zin grins, nodding to the description. "That's me. Wacky Waki." As he used to be called, anyway. His brows knit in thought as he reaches for a meatroll from his plate, "Truthfully, I don't really remember much about you. Just-- I'm good with faces and your seemed familiar. So." Beat. "What've you been up to the last, oh five turns or so?" Like it's so easy to just catch up with someone you never knew well to begin with; he makes it sound that way, anyway. Lansha suddenly smothers a giggle with one hand and blushes again. He takes a sip of klah and clears his throat to recover. "Oh, this and that, you know. started working around the caverns and the kitchens after lessons were done." He suddenly seems to be avoiding eye contact with the bronzerider for some reason. If the first blush wasn't noted, the second blush isn't lost on K'zin. Not with the giggle going hand in hand. Brown eyes flick around the cavern, even going so far as to turn his head to look behind him. "See some girl you like or something?" Because bronzeriders are known for intelligent and tactful inquiries at High Reaches Weyr. "The kitchens sounds like a good place to work, if you can get your fingers into the best food before it's done." Well, hopefully figurative fingers. Lansha smirks, then meets the rider's eyes. "Not a girl, no." He sees the clueless look on K'zin's face and rolls his eyes. "Well, if you must know, I was remembering that back then I thought you were kinda cute." "Cute." It's a thoughtless repeat. The whole thing has K'zin freezing in perfect comedic timing to have the meatroll nearly at his lips. The food lowers back toward the plate as he looks at Lansha. "I'm not sure my manly sensibilities approve of being found to be cute, no matter what age I was." He frowns slightly. Contemplating, cute. Lansha laughs out loud at the look on K'zin's face. "Well, you weren't alone, I had crushes on half the boys in the Weyr. But you're a bronzerider now, so I assume you're not interested." He shrugs. "I don't mind. Other fish in the sea, and all that." He grins. The bronzerider's brain isn't so quick to move along. 'Cute', the word is mouthed again. Still frowning he picks up the meatroll. It's possible that K'zin didn't even hear the rest of what Lansha said about crushes and bronzeriders, too hung up on the application of the dreaded c-word to himself. But apparently he catches some part of it. Probably the wrong part, "Oh, you like fishing?" Lansha stares at K'zin, for a moment, mouth slightly open, trying to figure out where he came up with that. "Fishing...?" He shakes his head a bit. "Oh. Um, well, sure. Who doesn't? Not that I really have time for it anymore." "I've really only been the once in recent history. It's-- peaceful, I guess. But really boring, actually." K'zin replies. If he knows that 'fish in the sea' wasn't meant to refer to actual fish, he hides it well. If history has anything to say, he probably genuinely doesn't realize it. He was never the brightest bronzer in the bunch (even before he was a bronzer). "But at least spit-roasted fish was better than that stupid stew we've had all turn. Are the kitchens glad to see the new tithes come in for variety at last?" Lansha nods, going along with it. "Uh-huh. Yes, it's about time we got some new stocks. I could've only gone on so much longer eating the same things every week." He sighs and rolls up his parchment. "Well, I must be getting back to work now. Nice to talk with you again," He stands and heads out toward the bowl, then turns around one more time, "Cutie." He grins and turns, making his way outside. |
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