Logs:Fish Out Of Water
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| RL Date: 1 March, 2014 |
| Who: Hana, R'hin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: R'hin totally doesn't try and drug Hana. Really. Honest. |
| Where: Weyr Entrance/Snowasis |
| When: Day 18, Month 2, Turn 34 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions |
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| There's not too much traveling happening this time of Turn -- especially not by foot, or by runner as the case might be. The wind blows the lightly falling snow into the entrance, cold enough that it isn't a particularly inviting place to hang out. R'hin's wearing a not-quite fitting jacket, tucked tightly about him, shoulders hunched into himself while he talks with a younger man who is standing next to a runner. The creature is breathing hard, like he's just finished a run, and the tracks lead out into the snow. People occasionally stumble down from the steps of the Snowasis and duck into the inner caverns as a way of avoiding the cold of the open bowl. Hana steps out from the inner caverns, a heavy shawl over her shoulder to tuck her hands within as the drafts bring the cold air 'inside'. Heading towards the storerooms, the woman pauses a moment at one of the glows, then shakes her head as she notes the rather dim effect. So instead of heading back in, it is a rather zigzag path towards the exit, as she checks each glow up close, rather than glancing by. R'hin becomes aware of Hana by measures, first out of the corner of his eye, and then by turning to look and see who it is once it's obvious her path is slowly-but-surely taking her nearer him. With the exchange of a few more words, he claps the younger man on the back, and they part ways -- R'hin, towards Hana, the other man leading his runner off towards the stables, presumably. "So what did you do," comes the bronzerider's voice, pitched towards Hana, "To deserve such work?" Hana hms, looking up. Then flashes a quick grin as she processes the question, "Alas, I have no-one to blame but myself; the first glow needs to be changed, and I thought I would check the rest of them." There is a pause, before she adds, laughter dancing over the words, "I may, however, get someone else to do the actual changing." "A diligent worker, I see. Who will certainly freeze if she spends too much time counting all the dimmed glows," R'hin says, as he falls into step along side her, head tipped curiously as pale, intent gaze lingers on her. "Do you do this often?" he wonders. "That is what movement and shawls are for," Hana protests, still sounding far too happily amused, "But if you mean counting glows, not so much. However, it does not hurt to put a word in someone's ear sooner, rather than later." There is a pause, then she glances up from the glow she's checking. "As someone who was here before I was, is there a certain amount of time before the freezing occurs?" "Yes," R'hin answers her latter words immediately, "Assuredly sometime in the next few minutes if I don't immediately get a drink into you." His touch is light, but she can feel the sense of his fingers at her elbow, with the intention to guide her towards the Snowasis' steps. "You can go back to counting glows if you fancy after -- but if I let you fall into a frozen heap, your Weyrwoman would be most perturbed with me." That word -- perturbed -- is said with far too much amusement and familiarity. The laughter no longer dances under the words - it's slipped those bonds to just simply be laughter, even as Hana allows the touch to steer her towards the utterly opposite place she was going to. "I see - well, in order to protect you from Lady Azaylia's concern, by all means. I wonder if they have a pot of tea going -- I do usually bring my own, you know." "Mm, tea? Well, we'll see," R'hin says, not particularly convinced by that idea, it would seem. He guides her up the precariously wet stairs, sticking close and allowing her to precede him. "You're very gracious to look after me," he manages to get out without a trace of irony. This time of evening the place is relatively busy, and he guides her to a seat at the bar, given there's no tables free. He bends closer to talk over the noise of the room, "Hana, isn't it?" "I would be rather surprised if there was - as it is, they have been incredibly gracious when I've brought my tea in with me," Hana admits, before sitting down. She pauses a moment to loosen the shawl, letting it pool over her arms, before nodding. "Correct." There is a tilt of the head, before she adds, "And it is no trouble, R'hin?" there is a faint upward lilt to the name, as she isn't totally sure of the name, "It would ill behoove me to leave you in such dire straights!" "Not every Reachian has been so kind to a fish-out-of-water Monacoan." Even if his Leiventh is High Reaches born-and-bred, that fact is conveniently forgotten in the face of the current narrative. When the bartender comes over, R'hin says, "Do you have any of that Igenite tea? The dark variety? Hm, yes, that will do." The unsurprised expression of the bartender suggests 'tea' might well be a loose term for the drink, given he doesn't blink. The Savannah Wingleader confirms his own identity with a pleased nod at her recognition as he shrugs free of his jacket. Hana looks rather doubtful at the idea of 'Igenite tea', but doesn't protest the order, instead shaking her head with a smile, "There is too much to be done - much better to be kind and helpful, then have to go behind everyone, fixing upsets, don't you think?" There is a pleased smile at the nod of confirmation, before she tilts her head, "I hope, being the fish-out-of-water type, things have been going well? Weyrs are comfortable, and everyone is fitted out well?" she asks, eyeing that jacket. "Oh, I don't know. There's something to be said for shaking up the status quo now and then. Often, now more than then," R'hin says, although his disagreement is tone with good humor rather than intent insistence. He starts to answer, opening his mouth, then notes her look at his jacket -- his grin becoming a dark chuckle. "Your lady is holding my actual jacket hostage. Quite rightly so, I suspect. Speaking of, I saw only a handful of dresses in her closet, and nothing appropriate for dancing. You should work on that," he decides, with a nod. A tilt of the head is given, "Hostage?" is the first word Hana offers, before groaning softly, and flaps a hand at the man, "It is a work in progress, and difficult to manage. A proper dance dress is on my list, especially as the weather gets warmer." There is a pause, before she grins. "Is there a particular timeframe you were thinking of, or was that a general statement?" A rueful grin is given, though the bronzerider fails to explain. Instead, he allows the return of the bartender to interrupt an answer -- not that he seemed on the verge of giving one. The Igenite 'tea' is dark and bitter smelling, and at first the taste of the hot liquid makes it seem the same. There's a strange berry-like taste to it, however, and a hint of afterbite that suggests it's alcoholic, if perhaps not overly strongly so. R'hin takes a sip, looking pleased, then watches Hana for her reaction. Hana hms lightly at the lack of an answer, but instead turns her smile on the bartender, and gives a quiet thanks as the mugs are placed before them. Chilled hands wrap around hers, and she lets the steam rise up, taking a wiff, before trying for a taste. There is a pause as the bitter hits, followed by the berries' burn. Another hmm follows as she lets the taste linger, before looking up. "An interesting tea; alcoholic, I presume? This may just be a form of such that I shall enjoy." R'hin looks, oddly, pleased by Hana's reaction to the tea. After he takes a sip of his own, he says, "It's made from this tenacious plant that manages to grow in remote areas of the Igen desert. The nomadic tribes collect them and brew it -- in enough quantities it gives a bit of an... altered state." There's a dark thread of humor in his voice and a slight pause before he continues, "What they sell outside the tribe is a weak version, as much for our benefit as theirs, I suspect." "An 'altered' state?" Hana repeats, in the dark, and giving her mug a look. "Should I worry about anything in particular, or just make sure to drink plenty of water later tonight?" she asks instead before she takes another sip. Setting his mug down for a moment, R'hin spreads his hands as if to say 'who knows?', though it's soon followed by a dark chuckle. "I'm sure you'll be fine. It does affect different people differently, though. Some people say they experience quite... vivid dreams, though, even with this weakened version. You'll be sure to report back to me how it affects you, yes?" Hana hms, as she eyes the tea for a long moment, "I shall report back to you, maybe," she amends, before glancing over. "Though interesting dreams may well be interesting. Speaking of interesting, is there a time limit on that dress of dancing?" she goes back to the older question, letting the warmth of the mug soak into her hands. "Maybe," R'hin echoes in a more faint, disappointed tone. "Such a tease, and after I've introduced you to something so grand." He taps a finger against his mug before he lifts it to take a deep drought. There's amusement in his voice -- whether at her, or at her return to the question isn't clear -- "Not especially. She has a new red dress that suits; that will do for now." "Now, now. A tease would be someone who promises to tell all, then says nothing. I shall at least consider it." And to prove it, Hana takes another sip, before humming with approval. "I do rather like the color of it." "Now, now. Don't get pedantic around older men; they can be far more pedantic than you," but the warning seems good natured, R'hin chuckling briefly under his breath at her clarification. "If you ever want to try the real stuff, you should let me know. As long as you have a free day. Or two, maybe," he adds, regarding her speculatively, while he drains his mug. Lifting his jacket, he stands. Hana grins, and stays right where she is, before shaking her head. "I am not usually a fan of Snowasis' offerings, but I shall give it a thought - at least, once I survive the night. I thank you for the drink though - and don't let Lady Azaylia keep your jacket for too long; it is far too cold for such things!" "Oh, it wouldn't be at the Snowasis. To get the real stuff, you have to go to them." And with that amused, parting shot, R'hin hefts his jacket -- taking Hana's warning with a low chuckle -- as he heads out the back entrance, down the stairs. |
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Comments on "Logs:Fish Out Of Water"Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Sat, 08 Mar 2014 05:03:57 GMT.
- eyes* ...You be nice to my assistant, R'hin. I've grown accustomed to her. D:
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