Logs:Errand Running
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| RL Date: 19 April, 2014 |
| Who: E'ten, Reesa |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: E'ten and Reesa are setting back into routine at the Weyr after their trip south, though the routine is different than normal. |
| Where: The Weyr of Many Things, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 25, Month 7, Turn 34 (Interval 10) |
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| After a day spent with a rather energetic Jasper, it's probably no wonder that Reesa - rather than spending dinner in the caverns or with others - seeks her weyr for a late afternoon nap. That nap turns into a late evening one, and it's rather more late by the time Khiabeth asks where Adiulth and E'ten are, more out of habit than any expectation that they have to be here. The greenrider's carefully and reverently unpacking some of the dresses she bought at the recent Bollian gather, admiring them before finding (with great difficulty) some space in the closet. While she's been ever more tired recently, she looks bright-eyed now, probably as much due to the fashion as the afternoon sleep. Whether expectation or habit, Adiulth's rather accustomed to the pair to go as far as including them now in his warbled greetings while en-route to the greenrider's weyr. Spending the afternoon with Hematite doing sweeps, a late dinner was bound to be expected of the bronze pair. Whether down in the caverns or where he ultimately chooses to be - dismounting carefully from his dragon with care given to some bundle of gear that had been fastened and clatters when moved. Plates and other breakables within one bag are being slung over one arm while tucking the other bag under the opposite arm. "Ree? I saw Khiabeth on the ledge and thought you'd be here." There may be a touch of concern in the latter words, though it doesn't show on his expression once coming into view, "No one saw you in the caverns for dinner, so I thought to bring... something with me." Pausing at the sight of more dresses, he slows deliberately. There's certainly enough space on the ledge for Adiulth, and the green's pleased warble greets the bronze as he arrives. The ledge is still warm from the afternoon's summer heat. "Oh, I was busy," the casual way in which Reesa brushes off his concern is about par for the course for her. She gives a long-winded sigh as her gesture takes in her very full (and tiny) closet. "I mean, I'm going to have to rearrange this whole closet just to fit in all my new clothes." The pout that follows is over-exaggerated, and E'ten knows her well enough to know that; she does take in a sharp breath as she catches scent of some of the food, and her lips twitch upwards as her eyes come to rest on E'ten. "I could suggest that some of the older dresses be sent down to the stores. The Weyr's going to need things like this for those who might find themselves dressing nice for whatever reason." It's a statement that E'ten already knows the answer to, if the upturn one corner of his lips were to be any indication. Adiulth gladly accepts the invitation of settling in, courteous to allow enough room for the green as it is her ledge after all. "And yes." It's food. Moving towards the table to set out each wrapped bundle - it's not the best. Sliced wherry, tubbers, vegetables and a couple of sweetrolls thrown in. "You missed dinner down in the caverns, so I thought to grab whatever I could. Our sweeps ran a little late. Hidework afterwards, but I left some of that for later." The probably expected noise of disapproval is almost immediately offered from Reesa as she regards the older dresses. "I suppose I could send some of last season's dresses down. Although," she pulls free a yellow dress, holding it against herself with a knowing grin sent E'ten's way, "This one is kind of special. This was what I was wearing when we-" the innuendo is clear in her tone even if she doesn't finish the sentence, her gaze going from bronzerider to the table. She sets the yellow dress over the back of the chair as she sways closer, a hand pressing fondly against E'ten's back before she slides unprotesting into a seat and reaches for some of the sliced wherry with her fingers. "It smells amazing," she allows between bites. "But you brought far too much. I'm not that hungry." Despite the fact she's picking up some more of the food as he's still setting it out. "Keep that one." Answering the grin in kind, E'ten looks around for anything already present to drink in lieu of the juice skin that he's brought. Tired as of late might mean coming down with something after their long trip south. Warm versus cold. "It never fails to amaze me how good your legs look in that dress in particular," he says, remaining at the table before both brows lift at the speed of the disappearing wherry. And to smile over to Reesa as she sits. But nevertheless, he reaches for a slice between two fingers. Just in case it all disappears. "Thought you might say that," Reesa says with a knowing grin, glancing up at him between mouthfuls of food. There's some water on the side board, as well as a half-drunk bottle of wine, though it's difficult to tell how old it is. As her grin deepens, the greenrider adds, "It's the color, I think. Highlights my tan - which I'm glad to say hasn't faded yet. Maybe I'll get another dress for this season in the same color material - what do you think? A trip down to Weaverhall next rest day, rather than back south?" There's a twitch of lips as he reaches for some of the food, but she's not protesting. "I have to make use of all my dresses while I still can." Water it is. "I think it's the legs, but then I might be biased a little on that," E'ten says, getting the pitcher and returning with a brief kiss planted firmly on one cheek before grabbing the cups with a bit of a perplexed expression. "While you still can? You've worn dresses in the deep chill of winter before. And, that could done. It might be good to stay around the region on at least one rest day as of late, so people know we're still around." Setting both cups among the plates, he takes up a chair with a knowing smirk. "Where are you going to put it?" Speaking of which, it's no coincidence that Reesa crosses her legs so they're in plain view right about then, making a contented noise when he kisses her cheek. "No, I mean-" she hesitates a moment, propping her elbow on the table with a wrinkle of her nose, like it's some /inconvenience/. "-once I get /fat/. I don't think there's much cause for high fashion on pregnant women. Although if they want a trend setter I suppose that could keep me occupied-" her eyes go upward, thoughtfully, and she continues casually enough, "I hope I can swing staying in Jasper." It's an exaggerated gesture on E'ten's part but the legs are there. Giving both well tanned and aforementioned legs an appreciative glance, he ruefully points out with one of the utensils, "You're going to look beautiful. And I can't see you letting pregnancy keep you from dresses or much less anything else until they say no Betweening. Who knows? You might inspire some of the other women into something of the same. We can go back and forth to Boll until you're grounded and Adiulth and I can run errands." "You may be running a /lot/ of errands," Reesa warns, though the look E'ten gives her legs earns a suggestive smile. "How about we finish this food, then finish this conversation in bed?" she says, reaching for a sweet roll. "I think that's one errand that I'm agreeable to - among many." E'ten relaxes into an easy smile as he props one elbow atop the table as the gaze is moved towards Reesa with a wink. "I'm sure that I can come up with other things to talk about too. Besides how many errands I'm about to get a list for. Which reminds me When should we let everyone else in on the news?" "Mm. Let's keep it to ourselves for now. The sooner people know, the sooner people start to treat me differently. Besides, I want to stick in Jasper as long as possible," Reesa counters. "Although if you can sufficiently /convince/ me otherwise..." and she'll leave that challenge hanging as she finishes off the sweet roll, standing to head for the bed after a glance over her shoulder. |
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