Logs:Flirting and Tree Thieves
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| RL Date: 9 August, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, N'rek |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Telgar Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: N'rek invites Edyis out to his neck of the woods while their dragons plot to trade for a tree. |
| Where: Local Bar, Telgar |
| When: 18D 6M 38T I10, summer night |
| Mentions: Jo/Mentions, M'kris/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to make any changes. |
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| Perhaps it's expected that sudden visuals pop into Akluseth's mind of a cozy little tavern outside of the Reaches area. « Mine says if you've the time, » the Telgari brown, Largath, sends, his presence a strong but silent one much like his rider's. Should they follow suit, the area is revealed to be somewhere in Telgar and not far from its Weyr in the onset of evening. There's a few dragons on ground about, suggesting that this place could be a hangout spot for local dragonriders. Flashes of silver bubbles through cerulean waters suggest amusement, possibly even draconic laughter. « Uh, give her a few? We'll be right over. » The scent of soap and oil shared as possible explanation for the delay. When they do arrive, Akluseth offers a rumble of enthusiastic greeting for the dragons while his rider slips down, shedding the flight jacket and weaving it in with his straps. There are signs that extra care was taken with her appearance, from the crimson off the shoulder blouse to the leather pants that must be new; a deep, deep brown with a subtle shimmer that accentuates what curves she does have. Those dark sable curls have been left loose to tumble over one of her shoulders, still slightly damp and smelling faintly of lavender. « Pretty sure you could have shown up in your flight gear and he wouldn't have cared you know. » Akluseth almost sing-songs. Shut up. Cue silvery bubbles. « Why? It is cute when you preen. » Shut up. Even more bubbles. N'rek is situated right outside of the bar, lounging near the door as Akluseth winks in. Since the weather is cool, he has his rider gear on - which hides the ink on his arms, but his head is bare. When Edyis dismounts, his brown dragon sending a grunted greeting, of course the man takes in those extra little touches in her appearance. Dark eyes trace over her features from where he is, waiting for her to approach him. If there's an impression made, he seems to be saving it for when she's close to his position. Akluseth, as usual, seems all too happy to set about making new friends. Even as his rider heads in N'rek's direction. « Don't get into any bar fights. » He tosses at her departing form, which only earns him a stern look from the young woman. "Rek, Thank you for the invitation." She calls with a rather large smile once she's close enough to him, wrapping her hands about her elbows a and rubbing her arms a little. "Haven't ever made it out this way yet." Largath isn't by any means a chatty dragon, but, does seems curious enough to ask the young weyrling brown, « Do you like the Reaches? » around the same time that N'rek pushes his back away from the wall to close the distance. He nods to her appreciation before he's suddenly close, taking in her faint scent of lavender as he draws an arm about her waist. "Thought you might like a change of scenery for a bit," he muses quietly, turning to guide her into the tavern. "My wing likes to hang here sometimes. And, since I've been visiting you lately," he adds, the grin in his voice, "I thought you'd like to visit me for a change." Once inside, it's a spacious-looking place despite its small appearance from the outside. The counter is wiped down clean and the tables look shiny with a gloss over their surface. He guides them towards one of the tables in the back as he asks her, "Is there anything you want to drink? They make good spiced drinks here." « It was where I hatched, what's not to like? » Akluseth answers, before curious himself, he asks; « Do you like Telgar? » N'rek's arm around her waist causes a slight hitch in her breath, and in an instant she's grinning up at him. "You are right, I would like that very much." Attempting to steal a brief kiss before allowing him to steer her in the direction of the tables. "You pick, I'm always up for something new, just nothing that shines or requires gloves to make." She states the last rather cryptically studying the place. "This is a nice place." « It's a good home, » Largath seems to consider this. « I like the trees. He's going to make something out of a tree for me for our weyr. The Reaches is nice. » N'rek chuckles quietly to the stolen kiss, tightening his hold on Edyis as they enter the tavern. "Plus, sweeps ran a bit too late today," he adds to his other words to her as he lifts a hand towards the nodding barkeep on their way to the their table of choice. "So, something interesting, but not too interesting?" he muses over choice of drinks. "There's a drink here that's supposed to make you as rich as a Lord Holder. Looks a bit gold, too, but I've never seen anyone come back with stories of sudden wealth." Being here, in his homeland seems to making N'rek more comfortable to talk - or, perhaps it's because he's more comfortable around present company. Settling down at the table, "They do have good wine here, too," he adds easily. "I'm not exactly sure what it is that girls like to drink." « You should come see where Ed grew up sometime. She doesn't like talking about it much but the whole valley is filled with Trees. She promised we could do more than just fly overhead some day soon though. » Akluseth shares happily. « He builds stuff from trees? » "Well maybe a better way of putting it is nothing that would require passing out in a booth before being able to safely between anywhere." She grins, the traces of her earlier nervousness starting to melt away easily. "What, no adoring fan club?" She muses lightly, before adding, "I like lots of different things, you've seen some of what I have in the weyr, different things for different occasions. White wine tends to be my favorite, but I'm more curious about what you like, and besides, I enjoy just about everything." « Why doesn't she want to take you where she grew up? » Largath asks with glimmers of curiosity. « If it's full of trees, I would love to go. I like the really tall ones. He builds a lot of things from trees, » he adds in an answer on the last, pride coming through his mindvoice. « He shows me that he would make tree things growing up. He doesn't like to show me where he grew up, either, » gets noted, suddenly. There's laughter from Rek as he says on drinks, "I won't let you fall, promise. How about we try the bark ale here? It's not really bitter and it has a nice flavor." He gestures towards a nearby table where a couple of riders play a game of cards over a decanter of dark liquid. "It's pretty popular here," he adds, grinning at her. "And, it won't have you crawling back to Akluseth." He's not a man of much humor, but this seems to be a rare bit to indicate his good mood. « She says it isn't home anymore. » Whatever that seems to mean, « But she keeps her promises... Maybe we can nudge them both into going. She seems to be in a better mood about things when he's around. » "Bark ale? It sounds like it would be really interesting to try." Edyis asks, curiosity piqued, "Why is it called Bark ale?" Clearly she's up for trying it, as for the joke, it has her laughing. "Well if you don't want to be stuck with a hungover woman in the morning that is probably the best bet." Returning his good humor with her own. There's a nod of greeting in the direction of the other riders, but most of her attention seems fixed on him. Largath seems to ponder since he's grown quiet. « Our weyr is our home, » he agrees to that, « but I would like to see the old home, too. Do you think they could be convinced? Mine gets very defensive about his life before me. » As if there was life before him, his mind's tone seems to imply. Slipping a hand at the nape of Ed's neck to curl around a strand of hair, "It's a bit of tree bark," N'rek nods to her guess, "but it isn't as unpleasant as it sounds. Two bark ales," he calls to the approaching barkeep and the man nods and turns back towards the counter before the brownrider continues. As for being stuck with her, hungover, "I think I would like to see you hungover," he muses back as he studies her face. "You don't seem like the sort of girl that would give up control of yourself easy. Might be worth the liquor just to see what happens." The younger brown seems to consider the possibility. « What would it hurt to try to convince them? It would probably be good for them. Edyis would be easier probably. She seems stubborn on the outside but she's really easy once you know the trick of it. Yours might be the bigger problem. » Akluseth's tail swishes with the thought. On beer, the scribe grins, "It sounds pretty interesting in truth." And on hangovers she laughs, "You sure you want to risk it? Might find out I'm more trouble than I'm worth." « Those we choose are silly, » Largath agrees. « They always make things so difficult. I've seen what he doesn't want me to see. I think visiting would be good for him. Do you think yours would part with a tree once we get there? » Because, to a dragon, uprooting a tree is not a thing at all. To Edyis's comment on the beer being interesting, "You're interesting," N'rek cuts back with a grin. "And I think I'm willing to risk it. I want to see what kind of drunk you are. I already know what kind I am." Leaning towards her, "I'm not scared of a little trouble like you," is his response to that as the man returns with their mugs. « I don't think she actually has say in that part, Since some guy from the main hold took over, but maybe she could buy one. She probably makes enough on the side to buy a tree.... or maybe we could steal one. She might not like that though, but if we are really careful about it... » His tail swishes « There's lots of trees south though that you could probably have. » See he's thinking about it. To the idea of her being interesting she just shakes her head laughing. "Bet you say that to all the girls." She teases, "No I think you just like egging people on to see what they will do. Careful you might, just get what you wish for." Grinning as she reaches to claim her mug and sample the liquid. « We could take a tree without him looking, » Largath suggests, seeming to consider it. « One of the small ones. Mine can cut one down. South... we've been there a few times. They have different trees. » As in, maybe. "I say it to you," N'rek counters back on the smooth things he says, leaning back to take a drink of the dark ale. "You like being called 'interesting'. You should come back to my weyr sometime," he notes with amusement now, "and show me this trouble that you claim to be. Bet I can handle it." He runs a hand over his mouth as he regards her with the mug, watching her reaction before asking, "Well?" « Ooh, we might be able to. We'd have to be really careful though. Wouldn't want to get a bunch of holders with pitchforks chasing after us angry like. » But the idea seems to be sticking. "Its sort of sweet with an odd spiciness to it." Her smile spreading wider, her eyes wrinkling at the corners. "I like it. Wonder who does the brewing on it." Her mind already working out a different trail of thought. "I love it, and I would love to see your weyr. But I think, you already knew that." « They do that? » Clearly Largath hasn't seen any holders with pitchforks before, and so, this possibility gives the effect of interest rather than fear. « We could drop them something in return. Mine tells me sometimes that it's good to leave something when you take something else. » This idea is clearly not a good one, but dragons will be dragons. "I think the tender, here, does his own," N'rek answers on the ale, pleased by Edyis's response. "He never wants to tell us anything about it. Afraid we'll steal his recipe or something like that. Granted, we would've came back here anyway for it." There's a pleased grin behind his mug on her wanting to see his weyr as he says, "After this, we can go. Show you how we Telgari live. Aren't you graduating soon?" Perhaps they have had a conversation about it during the numerous times he's visited her as he drinks. « Trading might not be a bad idea. Why are northern trees different than southern ones though? » The brown muses. "Really." Edyis states impressed, dark eyes drifting over to the bartender, as though making a mental note. "Brewers are funny, they spend so much time perfecting something unique, I could see why he would be cautious." She chuckles, "Soon enough, then the'll be tossing us into wings." Her enthusiasm fades with the thought of the prospect. "I did decide though on getting another tattoo regardless of what wing we get shoved into." She tilts her head on him, "Know any good artists?" Smile twisting a little wry. « Something useful, » Largath tries to ponder what this gift they would leave behind be. « The ones south just look different, » he sends then after a pause, and it's given easily. « They smell different. Not bad, just, different. » On the bartender, "Have you been around brewers before?" N'rek asks, finding something she says about it curious. He mulls over graduation before he shakes his head a bit and says, "I didn't exactly get the wing I wanted, but it turned out pretty good. My wingleader isn't so bad. Are there any wings you are interested in than the other way around?" And then of course: ink. "I know one here in Telgar," he tells her at length, lingering on his drink. "What are you going to do? Where're you going to put it?" and he looks down at her body as if he could visualize the inked in design on her right then. "A few." Edyis admits of brewers. "Most of the ones I know tend to be a little eccentric, and secretive, but they are also the ones that make the most amazing and unique things." A touch of awe in her voice as her dark-eyes continue to follow the bartender thoughtfully. It's talk of wings though that has her attention drawn back to N'rek. "What were you wanting in a wing?" She wonders as she sips her ale. "I've a few, I would like but I doubt I'll end up in either. Savannah, Glacier, or at least someplace where I won't be paid too much mind and can pick up a little work on the side without anyone taking too much notice." She shrugs, "What is your wing like?" Curious now. Of ink she laughs, "I think I'm going to have flames done this time, starting here, and coiling up to here." Using her free hand to trace a path from her hip up to her rib cage just below her breast. "What do you think?" "Do you have family in that craft?" N'rek asks, considering the information she's revealed. He watches her watch the bartender before nodding his way and saying, "Well, I don't know about him being so eccentric, but he does make a tasty brew. Sounds like you have an interest in the vintner craft." On wings, Ed's question gets a slight shrug from him as he answers, "Largath is into search and rescue type of missions. I prefered a wing that was a bit more low key. He won, naturally." He doesn't seem upset about it, either since there's a fondness in his voice. The wings named, he only gives a slight frown to, but he nods all the same before he remarks, "The wing I'm in gets a little busy with search and rescue, here and there, but there's enough downtime that I can have myself. Y'ren's a good wingleader, so, it doesn't pass me that Largath made a better choice than I did. Not that I canchoose where I get tapped," he's quick to amend, "but, he encouraged me to build a rapport with him enough that the odds of me getting tapped there were high. It helped that I made a few friends with the wingriders, too." He open seeks out where she traces for her future tattoo, head tilting downwards to let his eyes linger perhaps longer than it should on her breast before meeting her gaze. "Why flames?" he asks on the choice, but as for the location for it, "Look pretty good on you, depending on the right artist. Mell might be who can fix that up for you real nice." Edyis shakes her head chuckling, "I wish, but no. Most of the older ones are either holders now or in the woodcraft. The younger girls went to Weaver and my youngest brother is living in Tillek, he's going to go to the Seacraft when he's of age. There's one out wandering the world I guess." She shakes her head then as though ridding herself of an unpleasant thought. "That he does, I might just have to visit you more often, if only for the beer." She teases. "Akluseth is good with the physical side of things, so maybe search and rescue wouldn't be a bad option, but I'd rather not land in a wing that does a bunch of traditional drilling." She doesn't answer immediately on the subject of why flames, instead taking a moment to study the rest of the people in the bar. "Reminds me of the things I've overcome I guess, and the things I've yet to overcome." She offers a small smile, "Mell?" She inquires. Akluseth offers a mild rumble, « What would we have to trade though, for a whole tree.» « Maybe give them food? » Largath considers what non-dragons would want in return for a tree as a flicker of interest shows on N'rek's face upon hearing about the woodcraft. "Do you keep in touch with them, then?" he asks Ed as he takes a drink of the bark ale. "And, you should come by Telgar more often. Not just for the beer," he counters wryly and quietly on that tease. He considers her words on wing choices then, leaning back in his seat before nodding thoughtfully. "Does Akluseth show any interest in any of the wings?" he chooses to ask then, nodding for her to drink. On ink choices, her answer gets a considerable, "Things to overcome. I wonder what that could be...Mell's his name," he adds belatedly. "The artist here. He's the only one I would recommend locally." "Not as much as I used to, Nalden used to write on occasion, but ..." He still hadn't forgiven her, so She gives a noncommittal shrug. "Most of them were grown up and moved away before I was even born. But Nalden was always my favorite among my older siblings, he is the sort of guy everyone loves to be around, but you could also count on him to be the responsible one. He used to spoil me when he'd visit. He'd bring a book or drawing supplies. It didn't matter that I was so many turns younger." Her lips thin slightly but she grasps a different topic instead. "Akluseth just doesn't want to be bored. He is the sort of dragon to make ridiculous things happen on accident when he's bored." She states somberly. On ink, "Mm, would you maybe wanna go with me then? You know, more excuses to visit Telgar and all." She flashes her best smile at him. "My sisters never write either," N'rek relates as he looks around them. "They know where I am. Have you written him yet?" he asks on Nalden now. "Maybe send him a ten-sheet letter about the most mundane of bits of your life at the Weyr. Might annoy him enough to get him to write back." Not that he's tried himself, evidently. "My wing became family, actually," he adds now, since they're on the topic of wings. "I'm in one of those wings where we all have each other's backs. It's something I've never much had before, so, it's nice. Makes the sting of family not so much." When Edyis offers for him to tag along, there's one of his slow-growing grins as he answers in return, "I'll go with you. I don't want you to get lost, being here in Telgar. I could even show you the Weyr if you've the time afterwards. Or maybe one of the Holds here if you're not in a lot of pain afterwards." "Have you written your sisters?" She asks in response to his question, before the suggestion earns a wrinkle of her nose. "Maybe some day, when enough time has passed, but I'm not sure he can forgive me yet." She admits, her free hand moving in attempt to absently trace the lines of one of his tattoos, going from memory rather than sight. When she speaks again it's soft, murmured against his ear, the sort of question that might be easily glossed over without ever being answered; "Are they upset with you, or you with them?" She asks of his family. Her smile curls. "They sound like good people, your wing." His comment on getting lost earns a tilt of her mouth, "I think I should be able to slip away for a while and it would be interesting to see your stomping grounds. But, is Telgar that difficult a place to navigate?" She wonders taking a long pull from her mug. Akluseth meanwhile, considers the food angle. « But they like their food cooked'. No flavor left all burnt like. » The younger of the two opines. N'rek shakes his head once to her question. "Maybe someday," is his verbal response. "It's not so much 'upset'. It's more...disappointment. They wanted the craft for me and that wasn't what I got into. Not even Impressing to Largath fixed it. What did you do to him?" he now asks about her brother. Muscles shift against her touch and the look he gives her softens. On his wing, there's an easy look about the place and patrons within before he comments with, "You'll find your wing, too, Ed. I doubt the camaraderie is much different between Weyrs. Though, I hear that the people of the Reaches tend to be more...rough around the edges," he notes with a quiet touch of open amusement. "Telgar isn't hard to navigate at all. At least our land isn't like yours. Before you Impressed, have you done any traveling?" - « Ruined, more like, » Largath agrees on the strangeness of humans' eating preferences. « We could drop something and let them ruin it if they want. Maybe a wherry? We just have to make sure we don't eat it ourselves. » Might be a hard feat for a hungry dragon. Edyis casts a glance around the bar, though her fingers pause for a moment at his question, before continuing to trace that pattern. It's knowing, that nod for disappointment. "I did the 'right' thing, out of malice," she confesses quietly, "and it cost him something he had wanted all his life." Of rough around the edges, she bursts into an airy laugh, the slowly building tension in her melting instantly. "Maybe, so. I think that's part of what makes the place so damned interesting though." He gets a look when he says Telgar is easy to navigate, but it dissipates quickly. "Some, It was easier then of course. I could come and go from the weyr as I pleased. Lived in Monaco for a while, but I kept ending up back at Reaches." « Maybe a few Wherries, you know, so that if we get hungry... they won't know what they missed. » See Akluseth is capable of being practical. Sometimes. "Malice," Rek echoes that word with a note of interest. "That can be a tricky thing to pass with blood. Like disappointment. Do you regret it?" It's an ease of his voice over a sensitive topic - the man seems to know where she's coming from at least, the relatability there in words if not voice. "I have some regret," he admits then, "but I don't regret my decision to leave them. Wouldn't have met Largath otherwise." He laughs shortly on the Reaches and her comment on it, shaking his head. "Well, if the Reaches can breed a crazy person like Jo," is all he says on that, the easy snort given. "Tell me about Monaco. Never been there." « Good idea, » for Largath is clearly warming up to this idea of gifting. « We can catch a couple for ourselves, for a job well done. That's more than enough for a tree, I think. » "Some days I do, some days I don't." Edyis wrinkles her nose. "Sometimes I can convince myself that I did it because it was the right thing to do. Other times I realize how angry I was at the time, and how rashly I acted." Her voice still soft, bearing a touch of surprise at the ease with which the confession slips out. "I would imagine Jo was Jo, long before she ever set foot in the Reaches." Her dark eyes glittering with amusement. Her eyes cloud as she recalls the southern Weyr. "Mm, it was beautiful and warm. The weyrleader was an absolute dick, though. Still, I miss it a little, I think it was the first time in my life that I learned I could count on myself, you know? I think that's also where I learned that home is about the people around you, rather than an actual place." « Yes we must put this to action soon. » After all what could go wrong? "You, a hot temper girl?" It's a light tease from N'rek. "I don't see it. He must have done something really personal to get you to that point. When you're around me, at least, you're so even keel." Of course he knows he has something to do with that. There's quiet laughter on their mutual friend, the brownrider remarking on Jo, "She was crazy before, at least. Impressing changed her a bit. Impressing changed me. Largath sees the same situation so different than I do, which is useful." He stares at her when she talks of Monaco, draining his mug finally before he says, "You're right about home, and, I think most of these Weyrleaders are dicks." Largath. himself, shows his pleasure at a plan formed as he sends to Akluseth, « We'll need to catch some wherries...or maybe take the tree first? They get offended by the smallest of things, it seems. If we give them the wherries first... » "No, I don't really think I am." She admits her lips curling at the tease, "I could try to pretend I'm a badass and say I burn cold, but... Truth is I have too much of a conscience." Of being even keeled, She grins. Leaning over in attempt to trail her lips lightly over the line of his jaw to the point where it meets his throat. "That is one of the things I appreciate about your company. It's comfortable around you." She admits wryly. On Jo though, she's smiling, "I think, the crazy is part of the attraction." Polishing off the last of her drink easily. « Good thinking! If we catch them and give them to them first they certainly can't complain...It is the perfect plan. You are a genius Largath! » Of course Rek can easily give into the attentions of a pretty girl like any hot-blooded male, and so an arm snakes up to drape over her shoulder as she does, asking, "And what's the other things you appreciate about my company?" He merely snorts on Jo, saying, "A woman of contradictions, too," in continued teasing. "You prefer the craziness in one person and the calm seas in another. Are you sure you weren't destined to be a harper?" and he leans back from her to narrow a studying look at her. And, since Ed finishes her drink, too, he takes a look around them before gesturing towards the entrance with a brisk, "Unless you want a refill, we can head back to my weyr. Akluseth can follow along. It's not far. I also hope you realize our dragons are plotting to steal a tree from your family's hold in exchange for a few caught wherries." It's casually thrown in there, but the brownrider appears amused by it rather than annoyed as he straightens up. « Of course I am, » Largath doesn't seem to care that his rider is privy to his plans. « What could possibly go wrong? » Edyis mms, tapping her chin as she leans back enough to scrutinize him. "You are quiet, but not cold, and when you do have something to say, it is worth listening to. You are confident, but not quite arrogant. Oh, and I suppose there is that thing you do with your teeth..." That smile? It probably appears disproportionately innocent compared to the words spoken. It only grows wider at mention of Harpers, "Maybe I missed my calling." Of Akluseth's plan, she's quiet and offers a shrug, "Not our hold anymore." N'rek is silent to listen, his grin a 'barely-there' one before something Ed says draws laughter from him. "I'll take that," he says, trying to draw her mouth to his with his fingers on her chin. "That thing I do with my teeth. I could almost take that as flirting from you." Pause. "I think you did miss your calling. Just as well, or imagine where' you'd be right now." Likely not with Akluseth nor sitting at a table with with the brownrider with the teeth. He gets to his feet then, and he will guide her up by the waist if she allows as he asks, "Ready to go? I can score us some food from the kitchens on the way up once we get back to the Weyr." HIS Weyr, presumably. She is drawn easily, and quite eagerly into that kiss, and once freed, her lips twist, "That was me flirting." But he's getting up, and Edyis is easy enough to lead, "Mm, now that sounds perfect, I'm starved. I admit, I am terribly curious." N'rek lead them out of the tavern, passing a few shoulder slaps to the riders there that he recognizes on the way out. "Good," is all he gives Edyis, pleased by her ardor. "Maybe while we're out there, we can convince our dragons on what a bad idea it is to steal trees. Largath is a worse influence than me." Then they're gone. |
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