Logs:Embarrassment
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| RL Date: 31 July, 2013 |
| Who: N'ky, Norrick |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: What might've been a pleasant catching-up over runners is interrupted... by Hraedhyth. |
| Where: Stables |
| When: Day 23, Month 5, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: The sky is clear today. The air remains cool and damp, but the weather is overall pleasant today. |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions, Z'ian/Mentions, K'del/Mentions |
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| Stables, High Reaches Weyr Taking advantage of a natural overhang in the side of the mountain for its roof, this building boasts sturdy stone construction braced by beams of tough-as-nails skybroom. Just inside a pair of broad doors, the ceiling rises a full two stories high for the full length and half the width of the building. Beneath the overhang, wide windows admit light and more fresh air, while opposite is the second-story hayloft. The stables' main focus, however, is the double rows of stalls that line the walls below: one large stall serving as tack room, the rest housing a remarkable variety of beasts. Norrick has been at the Weyr for a while! A sevenday at least. And he found work. Readily enough, he was assigned a position in the stables. It was comfortable enough work, considering he had been doing it most of his life. He currently has a runner out of its stall and tied, giving the animal a good brushing. It seems happy enough about the treatment, tossing its head and giving a faint noise now and then. At least the animal doesn't look like it might kick at all. Norrick murmurs quietly though, talking softly to the beast to keep it calm. Work has kept N'ky away from the Weyr a lot during Norrick's so far short stay. When he's not been drilling, he's been posted elsewhere - and today, there's an almost perceptible hint of the sea to him as he finally finds the time to track down his friend for a catch-up. "'Rick," he greets as he approaches the familiar figure, still decked out in his riding gear with his goggles pushed up on his forehead, resting on his helmet. "Have you really been here a whole seven?" He sounds a little guilty for not having been around so much. A recently ungloved hand reaches out to stroke along the runner's back, pausing on its muscled haunch. Norrik looks up from his work, brows lifting just a bit in surprise. Really, with N'ky being so busy he really hadn't expected to see him waltzing into the stables. A grin quirks his lips though, and he offers a nod for the greenrider, laughing. "A whole one. Maybe a day or two more, even. Haven't been counting. You've been busy, yeah? They got you running ragged?" He keeps at his work at least, still running the brush over the runner in smooth, even strokes. "This has been pretty good for me, really. Nothin' new to try and get used to as far as the work goes." N'ky probably didn't expect to see himself waltzing into the stables either, but... things are as they are! "I keep getting watchrider or transport posts out in Crom, or Tillek, like today," he explains, shrugging softly as he leans into the runner, coaxing a hoof up into his hand out of habit. While Norrick grooms, he examines the underside, his farrier training hard to ignore even if he's been out mostly of practice for well over a turn by now. "Are you settled in, then? I did try to spot you at dinner a couple of nights ago, but I must've missed you. I sit with Avalanche if I'm down there, you should come over. They're not like Glacier, they won't pummel you for saying hello." He grins, motioning for his friend to pass him a hoofpick so he can get to work on cleaning out the runner's hoof. Norrick passes the pick over easily enough, giving a grateful nod. "Hah! I'm surprised you can spot anyone in there. Sure, I'm used to somewhat rowdy dinners at home, but that's so many people. All crammin' their faces at once. Downright chaotic. Oh, but if you're sure I won't get pummeled then I'll be right over." He laughs lightly, giving a quick rub of his forearm across his brow before getting back to work. "Avalanche riders are pretty good for the most part," N'ky says with a grin - not that Norrick is likely to see it, since it's directed down at the hoof he's cleaning out. After scooping out the muck he flips the pick around to start brushing over the newly cleaned surface, before setting it back down and moving to the runner's foreleg on the same side. "Though honestly? I eat mostly in my weyr. There's only so much stew you can take, and I've got plenty of mutton, so... you're always welcome to come join me, you know? Just have someone get a message to me if you can't actually find me." "Inviting me for dinner? That's sweet." Norrick makes his way around the runner then, brushing the animal's side and back while glancing down at N'ky. "Don't think I've already imposed a bit much on your... hospitality?" N'ky clearly hadn't thought of it that way, as he straightens up to look over the runner at Norrick. "No? I mean, I've got the stuff, it needs to be eaten, so... why not?" He shrugs, giving his buddy a crooked smile. "You'll get sick of stew soon enough, if you aren't already. Then you'll be begging for something better to eat." He's scraping out the hoof again, cleaning it thoroughly. "I was thinking of maybe taking some of the next lot of meat out to the lakeside, or maybe to Ista or somewhere, having a bonfire cookout or something like that. Somewhere on the beach, with a few friends, maybe..." "Beg? Really now.." Norrick chuckles quietly though, simply looking more amused than anything. He shakes his head though, reaching to tap N'ky lightly with the brush. "But I'll come if you're inviting. Besides, you've got some pretty good whiskey there, I wouldn't mind mooching a bit more of it." And getting the greenrider drunk in the process. "Is it really? Good?" N'ky sounds clueless. "I got it as a graduation present. That, and this," he holds up his hand so Norrick can see, wiggling fingers to draw attention to the ring that's around one of them. "And a couple of other things, too. All from the Weyr. They came in that chest in my bedroom... did you see it?" The second hoof he's worked on is set down gently, and he leans against the runner to look over its back at Norrick. "Do you like the sound of Ista?" Norrick laughs a bit. "The sound of it? Sure. I've never been. But I hear the weather there's something real nice.." He scratches a hand through his somewhat dirty hair then. He's been working with the runners for hours already. He's bound to be a bit dirty. He cants his head for a moment to look down the line of stalls, then puts the brush away, wiping both hands on the back of his pants. "They gave you all that? Damn." "A distanceviewer and a first aid kit, too. Oh - and a thing of bath stuff, um, a weaver token, and this pretty little egg thingy, too. Some of the older riders said they got better stuff, but, y'know. The Weyr's stores are kinda low right now." And he's not complaining. It's tough times to be in High Reaches, for sure! N'ky steps around the runner so that he can start working hooves on the same side as Norrick. "I'll see when I've next got a free day, so we can plan something. Ista's pretty awesome - there are some good whor--- bars." Norrick's brows lift a bit at that, laughing. "Oh really? Well I can't argue with persuasion like that. Don't got many marks of my own, but I'm sure I could afford a few..drinks." He watches N'ky work with a hint of a smile though, nodding. "Ista it is then, yeah? Living at a Weyr all of a sevenday and already I'm traveling the world." N'ky laughs, flicking muck from the runner's hoof at Norrick. "Drinks. Yes." That would be 'drinks'. Drinks. "I can take you everywhere in my spare time. I want to see more of Pern, but all of my clutchmates are so busy with their own wing stuff; none of them were put into Avalanche with me, you know? They're all elsewhere, and, well, it's good to have you here, 'Rick. I miss having a friend around." Maybe they could split the cost and share a drink. Norrick chuckles though, stroking the runner's head lightly when it comes around to bump him. "Well I'm glad to help ya out in that. Gonna take me all around the world, eh?" It'd sound a bit romantic if N'ky were saying it to a girl. "I came here because of that, you know? Didn't want to be somewhere without a friend in the whole place." "I had Ansly," his uncle, "when I came, but then I found that there was someone here who I'd been at the Hall with... we stood together, too." N'ky smoothes his hand over the runner's foreleg as he settles it back to the ground, moving on to clean out the last one. "Kinda grew apart after that, though. Our dragons don't like each other. He grew up one way, I grew up another, and we don't gel like we used to." He shrugs as he bends to his work, brushing it off as just one of those things. "Would you give Search a try, Rick? If you were given the chance?" "Search?" Now there's a question Norrick doesn't expect. "Well..I dunno. I suppose I would, but that's pretty big, you know?" And dragons are big! "Guess there would be eggs about fairly soon, eh? From the way I hear things around here..." N'ky looks up and nods. "Sure. Hraedhyth's going up any time now, or so they say. I wasn't here last time the golds rose... this'll be the first time there's been a proper Weyrleading pair since I got here." And who doesn't know the story of the mess that's been the Weyr's leadership for the past turn and a half or so? "You could ask to stand. You could maybe be Searched by a dragon. I got asked by K'del - you know, the guy who used to be Weyrleader? I'm wondering if his Cadejoth will catch Hraedhyth when she flies." Norrick tilts his head a bit at that, laughing. "Wonder if that's why it feels so warm today." He nods though at the talk of proper Weyrleaders. "Yeah. Heard about it even over in Far Reach. Ask to?" The idea catches the stablehand a bit off guard, laughing as he shakes his head. "Don't know if I'm ready to do something that forward or anything." The runner's had all four hooves properly cleaned out now, and N'ky returns the pick to the grooming kit before rubbing off his knees where they've had fetlocks clasped between them. Suddenly he straightens up, eyes getting that distant, far-off look that suggests he's talking to his lifemate, and he looks surprised. "Oh -- oh! Oh, 'Rick, she's... Hraedhyth. Now!" "What, right now?" Norrick looks just as surprised really. He shakes his head a bit then, untying the runner to lead back into its stall again, talking a bit louder to be heard. "Never been around one of those. What do you all do? Watch?" "I don't know." N'ky's only half concentrating on what Norrick's doing, because his connection to Cailluneth is very much active in his mind as he monitors what's happening through her. "She's blooding... I've never seen a goldflight before. Only greens... Cailluneth's..." He scratches at his forehead, then runs his hand back through his hair. Norrick nods slowly, leaving the runner in the stall and latching the gate. He reaches for his friend though, gripping his shoulder gently to give him a shake. "You okay? You look a league away." The shake makes N'ky snap back to attention, blinking his eyes a few times as he refocuses to look at Norrick. "I... yes. Yes, yes I'm fine, it's just... it's... I can feel it through Cailluneth. It's like she's..." He smirks, shaking his head. "Like she's cheering her on, sort of. Hraedhyth's her dam, you know?" The greenrider runs his tongue over his bottom lip, biting down on it for a second. "Listen." The stables may be just beyond the Weyr's entrance, but maybe they can hear something of the flight? Norrick does listen, but he watches N'ky. The gold flying is the only real reason the man can think of that he's feeling definitely... warm. "Cheering her on?" The man laughs faintly at that, but lightly hooks the greenrider's arm, steering him a few stalls down. "C'mere a sec.." "Cailluneth's a big fan of... blood." N'ky murmurs that last word, voice dropped low in a husky sort of whisper - it's almost as if he's ashamed of it, and yet extremely proud at the same time. "She's watching Hraedhyth and the others blood, and she's enjoying it." The greenrider's easily tugged along, though he does look wistfully back at the entrance to the stables and the tunnel through to the Weyr beyond. "I wonder who...?" Whatever the end of the question is, it remains unspoken. Norrick nudges N'ky gently into an empty stall, latching it closed behind them. He smiles just a bit though, fingers playing over a spare saddle situated on a hook. "She's liking it, eh? Can imagine. Don't even have a dragon and it..well. Heh..can feel somethin anyway." "Can you?" Having never been dragonless during a goldflight - having never experienced a goldflight before now, N'ky has no clue what Norrick might be feeling. It's all very new for him, and it's... exciting. Exciting enough that he's still in the stall, even though he's got a pretty good idea of where things are going. He exhales heavily for just one long breath, then leans back against the stall's wall, hands tucked behind him. Norrick lifts the saddle from it's peg, tossing the gear down on the stall's floor. He ignores it then, moving toward N'ky with a bit of a grin, until he settles in front of him. He tilts his head just a bit though, fingers reaching forward a bit to the greenrider's tunic, pushing buttons through holes casually. "Mmhm. Everythin' feels a bit warm, and I've been feelin' pretty damn horny for a little while now. That sound about right, ya think?" N'ky might try to deny feeling a certain way, but his stammered attempts bring up nothing but broken syllables... and crimson of his cheeks is a dead giveaway anyway. He bites on his lip as he looks down at Norrick, quickly looking away and out into the stables, to see if there's anyone near. "'R-Rick, I..." He's confused, but... he reaches out to gently touch his friend's arm. "Here?" Norrick smirks a bit when N'ky looks out at the stables. "Don't worry 'bout anyone else. There's the flight, right? Bet the whole Weyr's watchin'." His thumb rubs slowly over the greenrider's stomach once he has it visible, and the stablehand chuckles, dropping his hands to unfasten the man's pants, fingers nudging them slowly down off his hips. "In here, yeah.. I got an idea." He gives the rider a reassuring smile, leaning forward to brush his lips against his friend's. "New W-Weyrleader... they will be." N'ky can at least agree to that, and there's an element to his voice that suggests he'd like to be watching, too, but then there's so many distractions in here. He swallows heavily when his pants are eased down. "Rick... I... I-I, um... oh." Any mild protest he might have tried to put forth is stifled by the kiss, during which N'ky raises his hands to press them against the other teen's chest; but there's no pushing away, just a gentle, slightly uncertain invitation for Norrick to do as he will, as he picks up on that flight buzz through his lifemate. It leaves him all embarrassed and stuff, by the time they're done. The greenrider has his hand over his eyes, teeth digging down into his bottom lip; oh, he's not displeased in any way, as the way he strokes his fingers through Norrick's hair confirms, but he's pretty much dying of embarrassment as he sinks to the stall floor beside his friend. Norrick smiles faintly at that, chuckling as he shifts over to put his back to the wall as well next to N'ky. And he fixes his pants, at least. His head rests back though, gazing up at the stable ceilings. "We got a Weyrleader yet?" "Yes," N'ky says after a moment, nodding his head gently as he runs fingers through his mussed-up curls. "Tsanth won. Z'ian's bronze. Boreal's wingleader." He chews on his lip for a second, then shrugs. "I think it's a good thing. Him, in charge... I think he'll be good." Look at N'ky, all into politics and stuff! He leans slightly against his friend, shoulder to shoulder (ish, there is a height difference to take into account), and sighs. "I'd always had my marks on Azaylia and K'del, but... just as well I didn't bet them, I guess." "Heh. Never take bets myself. Rather not risk throwin' my marks away." Norrick glances over when N'ky leans, and just nods. "Don't know 'em.. But I'll take your word. They have a party or anything for this stuff? Or just...business as usual?" N'ky shrugs. "I don't know, 'Rick; I've never been here when there's been a goldflight, let alone a leadership one... maybe? But... well, given the state of the stores..." High Reaches Weyr doesn't exactly have a lot to offer, partywise, at the present time. "I think there'll be people, um, celebrating... like we did." He laughs as his blush deepens, raising his gaze to also look at the ceiling. Norrick chuckles at that, reaching to smack N'ky lightly on the thigh. "Don't need food for a party. Just good company. Heh. C'mon though. Can't just be sittin' round on my arse when there's work that needs doing." The smack is given one in return, and N'ky laughs as he gets up to his feet, giving Norrick a hand to his. He smoothes down his tunic, fixes his leathers by dusting off the residue from sitting in the stall, before sweeping his hand towards the stall door for Norrick to lead the way out. |
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