Logs:Dinner Invite
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| RL Date: 22 February, 2010 |
| Who: Madilla, Warucori, Z'yi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Z'yi invites Madilla out for dinner! Everyone go 'awww'. |
| When: Day 13, Month 1, Turn 23 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Cold. |
| Mentions: Delifa/Mentions |
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| Resident Common Room, High Reaches Weyr Just off of the main passageway lies the small cavern that forms the hub of the residents' quarters, kept immaculately clean by the headwoman's staff and warmed in cold weather by a stone hearth to the left and well back from the entrance. Comfortable chairs and a plush fur arrayed before the hearth make an inviting spot to curl up with a book or handicraft, or just to sit and chat. Beyond, additional chairs stand in clusters throughout the room, some upholstered with age-softened hide, some plain wood. At the widest point of the cavern, a round table gleams with polish, though its surface is nicked and scarred from Turns of use. Beyond the table, the very back of the cavern often lies in shadow unless the glowbaskets there are unlidded to cast cozy pools of light. The commingled scents of klah, smoke and polish permeate the air along with the sweetness of rosemary and lavender. Tapestries hang across the entrances to dormitories and more private quarters as well as the exit to the outer hall, colorful protections from drafts. On a mission, and obviously so: Z'yi is here, moving from little auntie-group to the next, politely inquiring to the whereabouts of one particular Healer. Most aunties remember him as a child, and thus his mission is failing hideously at this point, as the latest group approached have nothing but jokes and remniscent stories about Isz and his childhood co-conspirators. He smiles, and nods, as is appropriate, but someone twenty yards away could see the giant 'save me' written in bold black ink on his forehead. Maybe he'll manage to break away from them sometime before the end of this decade. Maybe. Conveniently for Z'yi, someone with a little more get-up-and-go - and, apparently, knowledge of Madilla's movements - has taken pity on the bluerider, and gone to fetch the healer. Whoever that was, they absent themselves fairly quickly, leaving the healer to venture into the commons on her own, hunting down the bluerider with a quizzical expression. She arrives, just behind and to the left of him, right in the middle of one of the anecdotes, and waits there, patiently, albeit shyly, for the right moment to break in. "And then, Rosolo - you remember him, don't you, Sari? The little redheaded boy, with those pretty green eyes, but such a rapscallion! Well, Rosolo comes in behind him and pulls out the chair!" The auntie delivers the punch line, everyone laughs. Even Isz. It's certainly not more than a chuckle, but it's there, as only would be polite - even though most of that laughter was aimed directly at him, albeit a childhood memory of such. He must not have much of periphial vision, as he doesn't notice the focus of his search on the outskirts. Madilla doesn't laugh, but then, it's hard to tell if she's actually listening, or just waiting. She does, though, as laughter stops the actual flow of conversation, reach out with one, wary hand, evidently intent upon touching Z'yi's arm, and alerting him to her presence that way. That may be her intention, at least, but the hand end up hovering there for quite a few seconds before, finally, she lets it touch, and even then, only for a moment. At the touch, Z'yi's head is turning, a brief little glance that eventually is followed up by a second look-- Oh! "Well, ladies, I hate to leave this wonderful conversation," because flattering the gossips of the weyr at least has some small likelihood of helping his general reputation, right? "--but I fear I have to." He winks at the group, then turns. "Word travels fast, I see. I haven't been out here /too/ long, I didn't think." He's moving off from the aunties, a slow thing designed to stop if she doesn't follow or carry on if she does. Warucori steps lightly out of the candidate quarters and has a quick look around before moving towards the inner caverns. She can't help but slow to watch what's going on in this room however, in case she might stumble onto something interesting. None of this actually helps Madilla look less confused, it should be noted, but despite this, she follows along without question, pausing only to smile politely at the gathering of aunties. Politely-- but uncertainly, an expression that is matched in her tone as she asks, a few steps onwards, "You-- wanted to see me?" See, this is not the way of which Z'yi really wanted to approach this. So it takes him a moment, to collect his thoughts and briefly consider his words. "I wanted to ask you," with perhaps a bit of odd awkwardness to the tone, a slight undercurrent to indicate a certain fumbling, "If you would mind too terribly much - ah - that is," see, he's not good at stuff like this, instead glancing past at residents going by, including Warucori who receives a brief nod before Z'yi's back to his topic- "I was wondering if you would overmuch mind having dinner with me, sometime," finally delivered out in one (coherent!) sentence. Warucori bobs her head back at Z'yi's greeting and then lifts a hand to wave to both him and Madilla before deciding that she'd be intruding if she opened her mouth. With a faint blush she hurries along her way. Perhaps as a result of that awkwardness, Madilla tips her head up to fasten her attention wholeheardly upon Z'yi, her smile one of encouragement despite her own confusion. Said smile does dim a little in uncertainty as the bluerider continues, though, and she looks utterly lost - entirely out of her depth - as he finally gets it all out. Hands tangling in the expanse of her skirt, she opens her mouth to let a low exhalation of breath pass, and then, "Why should I mind at all, let alone overmuch? It would be a pleasure, Z'yi." She's gone pink. Hallelujah to the heavens! Z'yi's face is almost comical in relief, at those words, and his forthcoming smile afterwards is a rare one for present company, being it a boyish expression and rather candid. "Well, you never know," he replies to the likely hypothetical question of 'why'. A vague gesture of his right hand, aborted before he can do much more than flex fingers and lift his arm. "Is there... a particular day that works better, for your schedule? Delifa was so kind as to clear me for active duty today, so I'm back to evenings free," and doesn't that just sound /backwards/? Matching the smile with one of her own, clearly pleased with his reaction, and maybe just pleased in general, Madilla's uncertainty fades away. "She did?" She bypasses the first question in order to respond to this; her pleasure at the news is unmistakable, and audibly, visibly, genuine. "That's wonderful-- I'm so glad. Delifa and I usually have tea in the evening of the fifth day, and I work the evening shift first, fourth and sixth day, but... otherwise, I tend not to have plans." For the record? Still pink. There is an easing about Z'yi's posture, something loosening in his expression, at her reaction to his somewhat-clean-bill-of-health. A turn from stiltingly studied casual to actual easy casual, perhaps. "Third, then? If that is fine with you, I'll make arrangements," he replies. He reverses her order by going back to the beginning, stating, "Yes, she did. I can't say that I'm unhappy with it- seems like I've been on the wounded roster for entirely too long, and Faranth only knows how ready Isforaith is ready to get back to work." "It must have been very difficult," agrees Madilla, with just enough serious in her tone that she doesn't manage to lose her own relative ease. "For both of you. Enforced idleness is... not quite as enjoyable as it is sometimes portrayed to be. I /am/ glad." Really, truly! Her smile is a little shy, but obviously pleased as she continues, "The third day, then. That would be perfect. Should I-- meet you somewhere?" "I am sure, as a Healer, you've heard more people complain of being cooped up than not. Especially in /this/ weyr," wryly tacked on with a glance about to make sure that, y'know, Tiri isn't lurking around somewhere ready to garrote him. "Ah- we could meet by the nighthearth?" he suggests, given it the only spot where he's not like to search like a goober for more than five minutes before finding Madilla. "Around nineteen mark, if that-- works?" Amusement shows itself on Madilla's expression at this first remark, and she nods, easily. "It's true," she allows. "I think it's hard enough for people in winter, sometimes, even without injuries or-- otherwise to get in the way." Hers is a mostly diplomatic statement, but then, that's not unusual. Her hands drop from her skirt, resting lightly at either side of her as she nods a second time to confirm: "The nighthearth, around the nineteen mark. Yes, that should be perfect." "Well then," and slowly paced, not all in a rush like Z'yi probably would like to. Or maybe default to. Same difference, right? "I won't keep you any longer, Madilla, but I look forwards to-- dinner." Another smile, here. "I hope you have a good evening..." and because he /almost/ forgot about it, "Oh, and thank you." His voice drops, a sidling glance askance to the little groups of aunties, "For saving me. Earlier. With the-- nice ladies." Ahem. "So do I," Madilla reassures Z'yi, with another of those shy little smiles. "And you, to-- oh." Of the ladies, she just laughs. "They do take some handling sometimes, don't they? The way they talk. Sometimes, you'd think they've known me my whole life, and not just a handful of turns." And yet, her expression is fond. "It was no trouble. I'm-- glad I could help?" There's an uncertain bob of the head there, a confirmation, perhaps, or-- something else. "Well, they /have/ known me my whole life, most of them, and they make it a point to make the rest of it miserable by retelling the same stories over and over," Z'yi states, a certain dryness to his tone. "Funny the first couple of times, just old after the first couple hundred." With an expression perilously close to cheeky, he hazards a wink to the Healer and dips his chin in a nod. "Good night, Madilla." And then he's making his way through the crowds back towards the bowl, before things can get awkward again. Sagely; "I can imagine." Poor Z'yi. But at least he has Madilla being all sympathetic! She looks amused, though, at the almost-cheekiness, and her final farewell is warm and light, "Good night, Z'yi." She stays where she is, though, for at least a few more seconds, watching after him with an expression that shades distinctly loser to thoughtful - and once again - curious, until he's gone from sight. |
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