Logs:First Things First
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| RL Date: 3 June, 2013 |
| Who: Razi, Yamilet |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Razi is (sort of) searched by Yamilet and Ivwynoth. |
| Where: Southern Bowl, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 14, Month 12, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
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| A green leaf is spiraling out of control high above the Bowl, twisting this way and that, doing corkscrew twirls and tight loop-dee-loops way up in the big, grey clouds. Except that the leaf is not actually a leaf but rather Obsidian's green Ivwynoth - her image coming clear when another dragon winks in from /between/ and lures the green's focus for a fraction of a moment so she might investigate them, greet them with a happy chirrup into the wind, and then close her wings tight against her body and /TWIRL/ like a whirlwind dropping down from above. Faintly, the sound of someone screaming can be heard over the wind until that screaming is brought down into the Bowl and turns out to be coming from a poor boy nearly a solid head taller than the smiling Yamilet. "I warned you not to say 'fun'," she tells her pale-faced passenger as she tries to unbuckle herself around his clinging arms. Ivwynoth, meanwhile, perches daintily (and innocently) as she waits, her dark-rimmed eyes and chipper clatter greeting familiar and unfamiliar faces alike. Nothing to see here, folks. Move along. It's that time of afternoon where the kitchens are frantic with meal preparation. Of course, not /everyone/ is dutiful in their duties: one particular apprentice baker is loitering out in the bowl, as if hoping not to get noticed. Razi's height probably marks him out, even though he's deliberately slouching and leaning against the bowl wall, staring at the rapidly descending-and-twisting green dragon in a way that can only be termed /envious/. Yamilet unbuckles her shoulders but not her waist and grabs her passenger's hands. "Okay, I'm going to help you down now," she explains, enunciating every syllable carefully. The boy just clings more but Yamilet twists in her straps and grabs her passenger by the front of her jacket, fighting with his resistive arms. "Just... come... this... waaaaaaay..." SHe pulls harder and harder, gloves digging into his jacket until she pulls him right over Ivwynoth's narrow back and he is forced to either grab hold of Ivwynoth's straps or fall face-first on the Bowl. He clings to the straps, and lowers himself down. "/There/! See, if you'd just listen to me the first time... Didn't my tone of voice tell you that 'fun' was not the right option? You should have gone with 'boring'." And while Yamilet begins to ramble off to the sky about the differences between 'fun' and 'boring' in the eyes of Ivwynoth, her passenger runs off to hide somewhere more private to bring up his supper. Only after she's done her rant does Yamilet realize her passenger is gone. Ivwynoth, however, is helpful and zig-zags across the BOwl with Yamilet still strapped in, her path eventually taking her right to Razi. There! Found him! "Oh, there you are. What are you doing running off?" And, from the side of the bowl, this whole episode is watched with puzzlement by the apprentice baker. There's something amused as Ivwynoth's passenger runs away to meet his supper, and it's followed by a snort from Razi. Surely, if it were /him/, he'd be much more manly, the straightening of shoulders implies. So distracted by the passenger, is he, that only belatedly does he notice Ivwynoth is /right there/. "Oh, um." His accent is lilted a little, with a hint of Fort Sea in it, "Running off? What do you mean?" He's got that guilty expression all teenage boys have. Ivwynoth chirrups brightly while Yamilet unbuckles and carefully draws her leg over the green's neck. The green dips to help her rider set foot down on solid ground without having to leap, and Yamilet smoothes her riding leathers down her body, never quite /looking/ at the young man. "Well, we /were/ over there, now we're over here - couldn't you just stay put? We have things to do. I have to introduce you to the Headwoman, get you a white knot, blah, blah, blah." Which can all be summarized in her hand swirling around in the air until her hand finds a pocket with a missing button on her backside. "Ack! Shards!" She turns her backside to the 'Candidate'. "Am I missing a button? Does it look bad or do you think I can still wear it to a turnday party? The blank look that the greenrider receives from Razi is genuine bafflement. "What?" he manages to get out, before Yamilet turns around. Yes, that's a genuine gulp of anxiousness there, but he still can't help but stare at her backside, because, well, he is a teenage boy. "It... looks fine," there might be a slightly higher pitch there, less Fort-Sea and more Boll, though it's brief. "Why do I need to see the Headwoman?" he finally manages to tag onto that point, if perhaps belatedly. "I was... just collecting some supplies, then I'm headed to the kitchens." Razi adds. He's totally lying. 'Fine' appears to be the right answer, and Yamilet gives a little giggle before turning around and practically /leaping/ at Razi with the intention of grasping his arm in hers. In fact, whatever he says after 'why do I need to see the Headwoman' is lost to her laughter as well, and she tries to tug him along with her to the caverns. "Did that ride rattle your brain, you silly bird?" she giggles. "Come on, let's get going so I'll have enough time to do my hair before the party. You aren't going to bail on me now, are you?" If only Yamilet would /stop/ and /look/ at her Candidate, perhaps she might catch on to her mistake. Or not. "You may as well not fight it. Ivwynoth doesn't take it very well when one of her Candidates rejects the offer to Stand. Better if you just come along and get yourself settled or the ride home will be far worse than the ride here, ok? What's your name, anyway?" Here, he's /totally/ busted staring at her behind, and it's with wide-eyes and nervous, "I'm sorry!" bleated that Razi stares, wide-eyed, at Yamilet's arm wrapped around his. "Candidates?" he adds, in a near-squeak, but now there's something else: excitement, mingled with anticipation. Even if his gaze suggests he's not quite sure Yamilet's all there, the apprentice baker seems willing to let himself be drawn along in her wake. "I'm... Razi," he finally manages to get out, with more drawling Bollian tones. "I didn't get... your name?" "Sorry?" Yamilet giggles, tugging gently on his arm and leaning all the more against him as if he were a beloved teddy bear. "For what? Ivwynoth is the one who picked /you/. Usually Candidates are grateful, not apologetic. But it takes all kinds, I guess." Though she doesn't sound quite so confident. Never fear, Yamilet's insufferable happiness is never far away, and it bounces back in a heartbeat. "Razi? What a cute name!" Yamilet's head tips to the side, another giggle erupting. "You forgot already? I'm Yamilet, that's Ivwynoth. I guess that's kind of a mouthful though, isn't it? Would it be better if I shortened it? What about Yami? Is that easier to remember?" All of this said a million miles an hour. "So, you're ready?" Ready for what is left vague, but her smiling face turns and looks up at Razi with hope brimming brightly in her blue eyes. Razi /tries/ to accept all that man-handling with a kind of nonchalance, but it's clear he's not really /used/ to it, and he's distracted by the need for a kind of awkward gait to accommodate the height difference. "Yami," he echoes, belatedly, and if he seems /unsettled/ well, he hides it with an attempt at a smile, "Um, sure. I'm ready." He's just not sure for /what/, but he's indulging the greenrider for now, somewhat dazzled by her fast rate of speech. Yamilet's high-pitched squeal blossoms from her delight, and she releases his arm only to throw her arms out in hopes to capture him in a hug and pull him close. "Oh, goodie! I love Search! It's so much fun, isn't it, Jazi?" Then those arms are reaching for his again, fingers attempting to link in his and pull him along to the open mouth of the inner caverns. "You are going to have such a great time making friends. And of course I promise I'll come to visit you - unless you... want me to leave you alone?" Again, the teenager seems taken aback, but not exactly /protesting/ being hugged by a very friendly greenrider. "It... is," Razi manages to get out, before Yamilet's pulling him along into the cavern, and he dutifully lets himself be lead again. "Oh, no. I'd love you to visit," he's quick to say, with only a little fluster, like he's uncertain of her exact meaning. "You're the most friendly face I've met so far," he adds, enthusiastically, while he does his little shuffle-dance to try and match his stride to hers. Friendly greenrider is friendly! Yamilet's giggles bubble to the surface again and she clings to her new friend all the more. "Oh, you are too sweet. I can't wait to see you at the Hatching!" The thought of which leads to another squeal of excitement. "But first things first," she reminds herself more than Razi before she tugs him into the relative darkness of the caverns. "Let's get you a Candidate's knot!" |
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