Logs:Diverging Paths
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| RL Date: 29 June, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, R'hin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Edyis and R'hin bump into each other during Nabol's gather. Somethings are made clear, others aren't. |
| Where: Grounds, Nabol Hold |
| When: 12D 2M 38T I10, winter night |
| Mentions: Keysi/Mentions, Faryn/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to edit, correct, and alter away! Mild violence. |
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>---< Grounds, Nabol Hold(#1890RJ) >-----------------------------------------<
A land of gently rolling hills and dark soil, Nabol stretches out across
the southern end of High Reaches' territory. Most of the land is devoted
to sprawling farms and orchards; even the fallow areas are overgrown
forests of apple and other fruit trees. A number of rivers and smaller
streams cut across the land, providing excellent irrigation. With the
temperate climate and abundant greenery, animals are widespread, frequent
visitors to the forests and fields. The main Hold rises abruptly up from
the land, a fortress carved into cliff faces that spring from the valley
around it.
In the morning and evening, when the temperature stays low enough, snow
falls steadily. By afternoon, with the day warming up somewhat, it starts
to turn into a miserably damp sleet.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
Edyis F 20 5'4" athletic, brown hair, brown eyes 0s
R'hin M 53 6'1 lean, sandy hair, pale blue eyes 49s
----------------------------------< Exits >---------------------------------
Main Courtyard Orchards Stables High Reaches Area
>-----------------------------------------< 12D 2M 38T I10, winter night >---< Despite the weather, Nabol's grounds are filled with those seeking the thrill of the gather well into the evening hours. One attendee seems to be catching a breath between dances in the Gazebo, the familiar shape of a weyrling brown nearby, napping fretfully. Possessing a glass and what looks like a bottle of Nabol's famous apple brandy nearby. Edyis's dark eyes search the crowds absently, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at her lips, even as she tugs the hem of her flight jacket a little. "So," a familiar voice, standing to one side of the gazebo -- off the beaten track, as it were -- "You like to watch? Tsk," R'hin clucks his tongue, though he sounds anything but disappointed -- amused, more like, a familiar, easy cast to his languid posture where he leans against one of the pillars. He, too, has a glass in hand, near empty. "Just catching my breath, been a while since I've danced with such enthusiastic partners." Turning her neck to grin at the man. "You'd think all that extra physical conditioning would help but-" She studies him a moment, reaching over to extend the bottle in his direction. "What about you, whisked any impressionable young girls off into the unknown lately?" Amusement is rich in the playful accusation. "Ought to," help out, presumably, R'hin grunting as he pushes away from the pillar, veering around towards the steps, climbing up the first before regarding her. He drains his glass, and takes a step forward, half leaning on bent knee to tilt his glass to meet the offered bottle. "Impressionable? No," with a snorted amusement. "Young, maybe," is conceded, with a flicker of a grin. . Edyis laughs, "Impressionable or not, you certainly have a way of changing the people you encounter, or at least you leave them singing your praises." Lifting her glass to knock back the contents. "Some day maybe you will tell me your secret." As her eyes draw back to the festivities. "So tell me what goes on in the world? Or is it much as it ever was?" R'hin waits until the glass is filled near the rim before he lifts it clear, brows rising at her words. "Singing my praises?" he echoes, blandly. "I can't imagine who'd be doing that." He snorts, briefly, "No secret. Natural talent. Can't be taught," a fact of which he doesn't sound the least bit apologetic, before he takes a generous gulp from his glass, nodding approvingly as he recognizes the familiar Nabol liquid. "Oh, no. I'll not taunt you with all the amazing things that are going on that you're missing out on. I'm not that cruel." Except for the fact that he's alluded to them, and all. "Well singing is probably too effusive a phrase." She laughs, "Honestly I couldn't help but start laughing when Faryn described your brand of on the job training. But both she and Keysi seem to have benefited from your influence." Is offered almost appreciatively. "Taunt away, it won't be that much longer before we are back in the world at large, and then that big brown lump can make himself useful." Edyis teases affectionately, even as her gaze moves over to the napping brown. "I regret disappointing you still, but he does make up for it now at least." The Wingleader makes a noise in the back of his throat; hard to say if it's amusement or something else, covered as it is by the lift of the glass for another deep draught. "Too early to say that, yet," R'hin's oddly conservative. "Keysi seems to think well of you, though; that's good." Good why, isn't elaborated on, typically. He, too, looks in the dragon's direction, more thoughtful -- or perhaps using the excuse not to look at the weyrling during her latter words. "Well, we'll make do with the situation, no?" a hint of familiar amusement, though it's rather faint, all told. Edyis lifts a brow at that noise, lifting her glass to hide a crooked smile. The mention of Keysi draws a curious look from the former scribe, but the question isn't voiced, at least not audibly. "So what does making do look like at this point?" She wonders, watching her dragon rather than looking at the man standing beside her. There they are, both looking at the dragon. He must feel very watched. "It means, you oughn't hitch any future plans on me. I'm terribly unreliable and fickle," is said in R'hin's typical irreverent style, "And you're your own woman, now." Edyis mms at his answer, snorting softly as she lifts her glass. "Hadn't noticed, though I was beginning to guess as much." She admits. "Does that mean I can't count on you for a sneaky insight into what particular wingleaders are looking for?" She laughs, though the humor in it seems faded a little, though the smile hasn't. "You would have to bribe me with far more than a single glass. Have I taught you nothing?" R'hin clucks his tongue again. Forever disappointed. And holding out his empty glass in her direction, now. Edyis bursts into giggles with that assessment. "I would hope, that you of all people would know I learned the plying with alcohol lesson quite well," Refilling his glass carefully. She then refills her glass all the way up to the rim as well. "Well, that's something. A legacy of sorts," R'hin says, humorously, looking pleased as she refills his glass, taking another lengthy gulp. Edyis chuckles, "If you want to call that a Legacy, I guess." Dark eyes are shifting back to her brown. Something unreadable flickers in her expression and she's downing that freshly poured glass far too rapidly. The bottle is offered to the man, in such a way as it will hit the ground if he decides not to catch it. "I best get back, very early start tomorrow, and then in the afternoon we are going to be shadowing with the wings again." "There are worse legacies," R'hin observes, with a dark sort of chuckle, though it seems oddly fervent for all that. For all his faults, the Wingleader could never be accused of mistreating good liquor so carelessly; he's quick to snatch at the bottle, making a noise as if wordlessly scolding her for the near-miss. There's the sound of a clink, the bottle hitting the glass, undoubtedly taking advantage already. "Give him my regards," is the Savannah rider's parting words, presumably referring to her dragon. |
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Alida (03:49, 29 June 2015 (MDT)) said...
I can never leave you two kids alone together for a SECOND... >.< :D
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