Logs:Finding Trust
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| RL Date: 15 November, 2013 |
| Who: E'ten, Reesa |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: E'ten and Reesa talk, and make baby steps towards trusting each other a bit more. |
| Where: Weavercraft Hall, Boll Hold |
| When: Day 11, Month 4, Turn 33 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: N'rad/Mentions, Hattie/Mentions |
| « Mine is looking for yours if you have a break between deliveries. » Tinged with a hint of the chill that can be found in Ruatha, Adiulth is actually back at Fort Weyr with his rider already taking to the inner caverns first before working his way systematically - in searching for a particular greenrider. Some may think that the wingsecond is on the warpath, given that he's single minded about the whole affair. Reality is different. What his dragon knows, while the bronzerider seeks out Reesa. Khiabeth has none of her lifemate's hangups about the bronze or his rider's presence: « We are enjoying the sun outside the Weavercraft while we wait for things to be packed. » There's a shared image, mostly of the heat of the day, and her rider in a short sundress lounging against the green's hide. And since the watch dragon isn't particularly chatty, Khiabeth welcomes the company. If it were E'ten's response, it would be along the lines of - why is she not wearing leathers? Adiulth has a bit more tact, sending the impression of a fleeting cool breeze as he responds. « We can come and join you. Will it still be awhile before they finish? » Even as this is said, the rider is moving across the bowl to where the bronze is already uncurling from his position near the lakeside, boots stirring up dust as he nods to other riders before reaching his dragon and mounting up between both neckridges. « Mine thinks the weavers are being deliberately slow as she was short to them earlier. But we don't mind as the sun is pleasant and it keeps us out of the Weyr longer. » Whether the sense of restriction that flares briefly in Khiabeth's thoughts is entirely her own is hard to say - it's too quick to stand lengthy examination. The pair is visible from above almost immediately - Khiabeth's hide reflecting brightly in the afternoon sun, with Reesa a splash of yellow against her. « Then yours should try not to be short with them next time. » Rather than stating the facts as they are Adiulth remarks with an afterthought - or merely with the transit of ::between:: « To see if that really is true. » As both man and dragon appearing over the Bollian skies, the bronze begins to spread his wings in what some may call a lazy downward spiral. Touching down with a pleasant warble to the green, he stays slightly at a distance from her due to the packages being attached. "Good day to you, Khiabeth and Reesa," E'ten calls down, removing gloves with a smile favored towards both dragon and rider before he moves to dismount. « I shall remind her next time. » Except, being Khiabeth, she won't remember, so the pair are probably doomed to a cycle of waiting-for-others-as-punishment. About halfway down, Adiulth is greeted by a delighted noise from the Fortian green, while Reesa's less warm, straightening and folding arms to watch the pair descend. "E'ten," the blonde tries for casual, mostly succeeds, but she doesn't seem that happy to see him. Or maybe that unhappiness is due to the suspicious look she gives Khiabeth, like she's aware the green shared their location. "Looking to get some new threads?" As the ground becomes closer, it's all too clear to E'ten that Reesa might be expecting a ready retort of some measure. Especially when Adiulth is in pleasant spirits, eyes whirling a gentle blue-green as he looks to the green and her rider. "Something like that," he calls down, dismounting only after removing and tucking the gloves within the interior pocket of his jacket. "I was actually looking for you. It's been awhile that we've been able to see each other, given all that's happening lately." It's the truth and an explanation as he approaches Reesa, not with outstretched arms but rather caution on seeing her folded arms. "How are you?" "You could use some new shirts for summer," Reesa decides, casting a critical eye over him as he approaches. "I'll make sure to add some orders in for you when I get my dresses made up." If it's a criticism it's probably not intended to be; from her perspective she's just doing him a favor. When E'ten makes his errand known it makes her straighten, head tipping to regard him thoughtfully, a hint of a smile appearing briefly. "I've been busy." There might be an apologetic tone in there, then again, there might not. "I figured I might as well spend as much of my time out of the Weyr as possible, before Hattie grounds me like she did N'rad." It's matter-of-fact, like it's just a matter of time; she's watching him to gauge his reaction. "Not that I mind new shirts.." It's safer for E'ten to begin with those words, coming to stop in front of Reesa but falling short of doing anything that would even betray his thoughts. Immediately, if not for the slightest of smiles. "Haven't you enough dresses? Then again, I don't mind that either." Quick to punctuate that, the smile begins to fade on hearing the reference to N'rad. "Why?" Whether or not he knows isn't being betrayed aside from the quizzical statement. "About N'rad, I mean. And busy?" He wants to ask with what, but falls short of doing exactly that. "I have plenty of dresses, from /last/ season. While you can get away with that occasionally, constantly wearing last Turn's fashion is just screaming that you don't care." Is that, perhaps, why Reesa reaches up to adjust his shirt thoughtfully, eyeing the collar as if trying to deduce exactly how old this particular shirt might be? Or maybe it's just an excuse to fuss, briefly, while not looking directly at him. "Why?" There's a certain /heat/ when she answers on behalf of her clutchmate; a sense of anger. "Because she doesn't trust him, or /us/, after everything we've done. We even took her to-" the greenrider's body goes rigid, fist tightening - behind her Khiabeth presses closer, and the blonde exhales sharply. "She'll never trust us, no matter what we do. Neither will the rest of them." The shirt may be at least a Turn old, if not a little longer. It's clean. That's the important part to E'ten as his lips rise higher into a smirk, arms unfolding to set both hands lightly about her waist. Confident in that gesture, he doesn't do anything more in light of where they are but it's far better than the previous posture. "Are you donating the previous dresses into storage then? I'm sure there are likely some girls who can benefit and modify, if so inclined." Teasing gently, it's the remarks about N'rad that finds his eyes looking down at a face pointedly avoiding his. "Ree..." Gently speaking with his arms completing the circle about her, he briefly looks up at Khiabeth to ensure that everything is fine - as much as possible. Adiulth warbles in question, but doesn't shift from where he had landed close to the green. "Took her to where? Though, I can see why they are uneasy. After the eggs were stolen and then Boll? I can't blame her but I think that people are trying to trust. It takes time, but you can talk to me." A slight twist of Reesa's lips at the state of the shirt, but further feelings on that are put aside for now. "I suppose- I will. When I run out of closet space." Which apparently is not yet, surprisingly. His hands on her waist, at least, makes her release her breath, but it's not until he pulls her into a loose hug that she looks back up at him, her gaze steady and some attempt at being inscrutable, largely successful. While there might be some concern in Khiabeth's measure, the gesture of making contact with her lifemate seems to have been the dragon's only goal at this stage. While her thoughts are brilliant, the pressure of the storm and impending lighting are par for the course. "To where- Khiabeth, Maldoranth and Nazguwynth were shelled." Perhaps that thought alone stays her tongue on the latter; certainly, it makes her jaw clench again, gaze flickering down before the frustration there can be seen as more than a flicker. There's nothing for him to worry about from Khiabeth, already aware that the concern was there for her rider but sparing the green a brief smile as he looks up at the large green muzzle and the eyes beyond. Looking down, however, E'ten's eyes meet Reesa's for a few moments in deciphering that look that doesn't have any translation. As much as he tries without so much outside of asking for Adiulth's intervention - which he doesn't. Both may in fact respect the fringes of the storm. Instead, he murmurs, "Wouldn't you think that out of everyone, I would have had the greatest reason to be distrustful?" Tightening his arms about her regardless of who may be observing the pair of dragonriders, his lips lower close to her ear so that not many could or would be dissuaded from overhearing them. "And I'm not. Why did you go?" "Because we're sleeping together?" comes Reesa's reply, phrased casually but her tight posture suggesting it's anything but, by the way she's looking at him. "Why /don't/ you distrust me?" It's a weighted question, like further answers, or further responses might well depend on his answer to that particular question. Despite all that, she can't not answer the latter, heated as it is: "She made us. We didn't- neither of us wanted to go back there." Us being her and N'rad, presumably. "She was sure there'd be- something, I guess. That we were hiding something, hiding /renegades/ there." "Because, you were so damnably persistent in making me notice." The minute things are making E'ten respond in return, arms tight but no longer focused on the physical closeness as his eyes move to meet hers. "And /I/," punctuating that word harder than he might mean to. "..Took a chance in trusting you. Some of the older, more traditional riders do think it's a mistake but they haven't said anything in quite some time." The answer regarding Hattie's interest in the place is met with a set press of his lips together. "And yes, we are sleeping together." To borrow her phrasing - word for word. "I would have hoped that meant you liked me and not for mere convenience," he retorts ruefully, gauging her reaction to that and purposely making that statement, perhaps. "As for Hattie? I'm glad that you went, even if it was uncomfortable. I think she's trying to figure out the renegades." It makes Reesa laugh, his statement- she can't disagree, and the memory makes her posture ease. She's meeting his gaze, "It wasn't- just mere convenience," she concedes, her hands reaching up to adjust the collar of his shirt again. "I do like you." There's warmth there in her voice, though it fades as his words continue, shifting to something cool. "The renegades are gone. They're irrelevant." She says that with some measure of authority, like she /knows/ it to be true. There's the sounds of footsteps approaching them from the hall, likely the packages she's been waiting around for. It draws the blonde's gaze for a moment, before returning to the bronzerider, "How about I model some of my new dresses for you?" It's enough. For E'ten to hear that warmth before his hands move to settle more firmly against her back while looking down at her and the fingers settling against his collar in adjustment. "Good. I'm rather fond of you too," he notes in jest, hearing the approaching footsteps and still not stepping away - immediately. The loading can wait for a few more moments in which he takes advantage of their closeness with a quick kiss before reluctantly releasing the greenrider. "Then tell me if there is anything bothering you, Ree. Even if I, we can't do anything about it," he says finally with an inclusion of Adiulth in his sentiments. Stepping back with another look at those packages meant for loading he asks with a lifting brow while considering the legs likely to be shown by said dresses, "Where were you planning to model them?" Reesa, of course, leans into that kiss, quick or not, and she looks pleased even if he releases her shortly thereafter. "That's an offer you may come to regret," is all she says, but the lightness of her demeanor, now set, doesn't fade any. She directs the apprentice towards her green, watching diligently for a moment. "Follow us and you'll soon find out," she replies, with an arch look over her shoulder, before looking back to make sure the apprentice is securing the load correctly. Khiabeth's probably not making it that easy either, the green seemingly almost deliberately shifting about. It doesn't take long, once he's done, for her to quickly climb up onto the green's neck, though she /is/ looking in E'ten's direction to make sure he's not far behind before Khiabeth lifts aloft, sailing southward along the coastline, looking for just the /right/ deserted stretch of beach suitable to modelling such things. "We'll see." Who will regret what? It may be clearly written on E'ten's features as he turns towards Adiulth, whose attention watches both riders before stretching out a forearm for mounting up onto his neckridges. The bronze is quite patient, even though the ripple through his hide may betray some measure of excitement of flying in such company. Not to mention, it means his own rider is going to take time to relax. It's a good thing in the dragon's sizable book of opinions. And why he manages to keep up with Khiabeth, tilting his wings in the direction of the shoreline as they take a look at the sandy stretches below. |
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