Logs:Early to Bed
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| RL Date: 9 December, 2013 |
| Who: Reesa, E'ten |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: E'ten learns about Reesa's transfer into Jasper, and he's after some answers. It helps that he brings breakfast. |
| Where: Reesa's weyr, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 21, Month 6, Turn 33 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: N'muir/Mentions, Hattie/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Backdated stuff. |
| Early. If not for the hours that E'ten personally keeps as wingsecond, he would be like many of the others who are tucked warmly away in his own weyr and bed. Alone unfortunately but not for long, given the bronzerider's presence on a particular ledge belonging to one green pair that was formerly part of a shared wing between them. Bearing what may smell like breakfast, the last part was the hardest to get up from the living cavern. Klah. Deciding to manage a small pot latched onto Adiulth's straps, the pair are quiet enough with only a brief brush against Khiabeth's mind to prevent alarms from waking her rider. If successful, there will be something of a breakfast set out on the table. The pot taking center stage on the table along with two mugs, a ladle and more of the warm meat filled pastries and some of the sweet underneath a plate covered with a clean cloth. Fortunately, E'ten and Adiulth are neither foe or burglar. Shrugging out of his jacket to make himself comfortable before placing it along the back of one chair before crossing towards the bed. While there's a glance in Khiabeth's direction with the faintest of smiles, he perches carefully along the edge of the bed with a hand gently tugging at the covers, "Ree? It's morning." Lying? Well. Maybe. Maybe not. More groaning, and something that sounds like a protest from the greenrider, though it's a lot harder to hide when he's pulling away the covers. "What did I do to deserve this?" Reesa mutters, pushing up. She's not wearing any clothes, of course, as is her habit, and she's giving E'ten a barely-opened-eyes look of reproach. "Why don't you just come /in/, rather than I get /out/." "Oh, I could," E'ten punctuates with a brush of lips against her forehead, hands already settling familiarly against both sleep warmed arms as he considers the possibility. And it's with reluctance that he doesn't move to unbutton his shirt, yet he does lean forward to remove both boots with a quick unlacing of those. "But that doesn't get you any closer to getting ready for duties," he remarks dryly, both arms reaching out in an attempt wrapping her in his arms securely. "And I've heard that Jasper's wingleader is .. more firmer given recent events." So. He knows. A happier noise from Reesa this time, as moves closer. Meanwhile, she's busy pushing up onto her knees and wiggling closer as she leans against him. "More... firmer? Are you sure?" There's a little wince as he mentions Jasper's Wingleader, and after a pause, "I /meant/ to tell you..." she begins, slowly. "But I didn't even know how to start. Wasn't even sure what I was going to say to N'muir." E'ten wryly remarks, "He won't let you get away with a half-morning for whatever reason.." The worst from him may be only a memory now as he exhales with a faint squeeze, settling himself into bed with the added and welcomed warmth. "But be /careful/. This tension between the wings hasn't died down with Sandstone. I wouldn't want to see you involved, but it does make me wonder why. N'muir wasn't how I found out." It was pretty obvious and.. riders talk. Especially where they are. "I'm sure I'll get away with /one/ late morning," Reesa's murmuring to the contrary. "Although," a deep breath, "That klah smells amazing. And I promise I'll be careful," but there's a little smile there that suggests she knows exactly what she's getting into. "Someone needs to sort out this mess," and apparently the blonde has decided that's her role. Exhaling and setting his arms securely about Reesa with a brief squeeze, E'ten knows her well enough so that the next words that come from his lips are hardly a surprise. "Sort out this mess. And just what do you have in mind, if I can inquire," he says, tucking the sheets about her rather than him as he half-smiles. "And if you like the smell of klah, then you won't mind if this happens again." When he finds the necessity to do it. Reesa beams at the squeeze, doing her best to look innocent at his question. "Nothing /too/ nefarious," she hedges, a fond, reassuring pat given to his chest. "You know, make some friends. Encourage some reasonable discourse. Maybe enjoy the risk of potential violence just a little while it lasts," is added with a hint of anticipation. "And, besides which... with things so unsettled in the wing, I'm sure there'll eventually be opportunity for advancement." Which isn't much of a surprise, either, likely. "I can think of worse ways to be woken up," the blonde admits with a happy smile. "Instigating fights, Ree?" Teasing in some nature, there's a moment that E'ten does consider that she's serious. As serious as one can be when nestled into bed. And perhaps, that's why his smile fades with the perching of his cheek atop her head. "I can't say that I'm disappointed in the transfer. It'll make things easier in Hematite," he admits after a few moments. "Less murmurs about whether or not I'm letting you off easy because we're together." A word that can mean many things, that. "And if you do get a chance to advance.. there may be more chances for being woken up like this." Because, they both will have to be awake at ungodly hours in that case. "I would never!" Reesa attempts to deny, a little /too/ vehemently, and she knows it too: there's a rueful sort of grin that follows. She can't see his expression as he admits that the transfer makes things easier, and neither can he see hers, but he can probably hear the ease with which she answers, like that might have had some impact on her decision: "Easier. Just wait until you're Weyrleader, then you can do whatever you want. One day." But not, apparently today, because the idea of getting up /early/ is eliciting another groan. "Sure we can't go back to sleep? Just for a few minutes?" she's trying her best, even if she knows it likely won't work. While his expression may be unseen, the smile in E'ten's voice isn't so hidden as he stretches out comfortably with a mild retort, "Early to rise. Early to bed. I heard that before, some turns ago." As to Weyrleader? That's met with a fading of such amusements as says solemnly, "Weyrleaders can't do whatever they want, Ree. It's not just some big knot that you wear. There's politics and other Weyrs and wings to contend with." Said as he settles down against the pillow so that his features are partially visible, it's clear that he's not smiling and more pensive. "I can't delegate everything and I don't know what it would change if Adiulth managed to pull that off." Sleep? He hasn't forgotten about that. "If you go back to sleep now, you'll undoubtedly be late for something." "Well, I like /half/ that sentiment," Reesa allows with a smile that only flickers slightly at his solemnity. "I know that. I've lived in a Weyr longer than you, you know," she says, with only a hint of reproach in her voice. "But I also know that you can manage all those things without thinking. Doubly so if you find a suitable Weyrsecond to help you - and no, that wasn't a bid for it." A grimace follows, like she's aware she probably needs to put in the disclaimer but perhaps doesn't like that she has to all the same. "Who /would/ you pick as your Weyrsecond?" she asks, head tipping upwards a bit to try and see E'ten's expression. Perhaps it's merely a bid to distract him, but then the blonde does seem genuinely interested. That's far more an interesting conversation than being /responsible/. "I wouldn't ask you," E'ten answers honestly, settling back into bed with his head tilting up to regard the ceiling with the other question asked. "If there was ever a position that I couldn't and not be accused of favoritism.." It's that one. "I don't know who I would choose, Ree. E'dre has to be considered since he's held and holding the spot. Just because things might change, doesn't mean everything else has to. As for being able to manage? Perhaps I can. But it's almost like a Hatching. Don't count your dragons until they're hatched." In an attempt to change the topic even further, he asks, "When all of this indecisiveness is over, did you want to take a trip together on our next rest day?" There might just be a little pout at that, exaggerated. Even if you don't think you should be asked, it's /nice/ to be. "You're far too fair-minded for your own good, E'ten," Reesa says, along with a poke of finger at his chest - not that she doesn't settle more comfortably against him. "It's one of the few perks of the job - it's really hard for anyone to get rid of you. Keep your Weyrwoman happy and you can get away with just about anything." A beat, two, and then she laughs, "We're going to have to work on that, before Elaruth's next flight." Which /that/ she means him to work on isn't clarified by the blonde, because she's pushing a little straighter at the mention of a trip. "I... could. Depending on how long, and how things are going with Jasper, and how N'rad's doing." Which is a lot of 'depends'. But she does /look/ enthusiastic, at least. Honesty. That's far more important in E'ten's mind as he mock winces to the poke rather than the observation that he's fair minded. Or that he was brutally honest in not asking particular questions. Reaching for the hand doing the poking, he exhales and remarks, "That's easier said than done, I think. This is Hattie, we're talking about." Easy need not apply for this conversation. "Elaurth.. well, Adiulth and I like her. There's nothing really to work on," he points out, relaxing his arm as she moves to sit straighter as a small smile crosses his lips. Pleased, perhaps. Though the listing of concerns has the smile fading by just a touch. Weighing the seriousness or finding ways out - he's not sure. Even more so with his reply, "Just a day trip. We can leave early and come back late that night or first thing in the morning, Fort time." Reesa lets her capture that hand, even if she wrinkles her nose at him. "She's predictable," the blonde says, of Hattie, "Leave her family alone and she'll sleep like a feline in the sun." It sounds like she speaks from experience, or at least she makes it sound like she does. The long, considering look the Jasper greenrider gives him suggests she's well aware of that weighing of her response, and she finally says, with a smile, as if compromising "Two days, one night. You know I don't like early mornings. Speaking of which," she breathes deeply. "I think we should have some of that klah before it gets cold." Leaning over, she presses lips against his, before crawling off the bed. The sway of her hips as she makes her way towards the table is deliberate. |
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