Logs:For the Injustice of Flying Fruit
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| RL Date: 25 July, 2013 |
| Who: Alida, Ilicaeth, N'ky, Cailluneth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Proddy N'ky is grumpy. Alida throws fruit at him. Battle commences. |
| Where: Living Caverns and Western Bowl |
| When: Day 6, Month 5, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: A layer of gray clouds covers the sky. The air feels cool and damp, but there is no rainfall today. |
| Mentions: C'wlin/Mentions, N'hax/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, Jo/Mentions, K'zin/Mentions, Aishani/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, April/Mentions, Kieri/Mentions, J'madri/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Argh I love this scene, it was so much fun to play. XD Thank you, Alida! :D |
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| Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr Stalactites hang high above this enormous cavern like a jagged chandelier or an inversion of the Spires themselves, but shadows cling to them instead of light. Below lie great tables arranged in rows, each large enough to serve a fighting wing, while in the nooks and alcoves around the cavern's edge sit more sensibly-sized tables, from six- and eight-seaters down to intimate spots for just a couple of diners. The only really open space is around the kitchen entrance, smelling of food and rarely quiet, and by the nearby serving tables with their long buffet of the day's offerings. Tapestries on the smooth walls -- some faded and others newly woven -- only slightly mute the sea of sound when a meal is in full swing, but they add cheerfulness augmented by the glowlight from wall sconces and the centerpieces of each table. Still, shadows always creep along the ceiling and into the mouths of the exits -- the myriad small hallways at one end of the cavern and, at the other, the twisting tunnel to the bowl near an array of coathooks and and hatracks -- and late at night, when the glows are allowed to dim, the chamber can seem very dark indeed. Dinner time means time for Alida to show up and get her rather bland chow, along with the rest of the Weyr... thank you once again C'wlin and N'hax. After getting as much wherry stew and bread as her hummingbird metabolism demands, the woman grabs a seat at Glacier's table, bobbing her head, grunting, and sometimes even muttering a greeting to her wingmates. The other riders there give her both typical crap and the same kinds of greetings back, the blonde merely rolling her eyes, flipping one person or another off, or rolling her shoulders at the former before she settles into eating with her typical neat intensity, greens scanning the cavern, on occasion. Sitting quietly at the end of the Avalanche table without any dinner, or evidence of dinner recently finished before him is N'ky; he's not joining in with his wing's conversation, but rather sitting with his hands curled around a mug of klah, head dipped and brow furrowed in deep concentration. Occasionally he'll look up and at someone as if called on, smiling somewhat weakly at them and participating to the bare minimum before he looks away again. There's a point where he would seem to have had enough, as he pushes the klah mug away from him and gets up from the table, giving the briefest of surly-looking nods before he stalks away, hands dug deep into his pockets and gaze fixed to the floor a few inches before his toes. As luck would have it, his path takes him right past Glacier's table. Nearby motion is often a trigger to garner Alida's attention, and when somebody tall starts stepping along nearby, the bluie's eyes flick to notice said movement. She only peripherally identifies the person as N'ky, then spending a moment noting his uncharacteristic behavior, before returning to her chow. He might've been allowed to pass by if it weren't for a certain gritty dragon rumbling inside her head, « Now'd be a decent time ta practice. » Her socialization skills...or lack of them. Whichever. If it was anybody other than a pal, Alida might simply mentally flip off her blue, the blonde not terribly fond of potentially disruptive interactions during her damned dinner. As it is, though... A deep, dark sigh and a grit of teeth are given the woman finally cutting up, then hefting a less palatable slice of leftover apple... and winging it at N'ky's back in accurate fashion. BOUNCE. *Thwump* The piece of apple hits N'ky dead on the shoulderblade, and he quickly turns to seek the source, brow furrowed even deeper than before, with his overall look of displeasure completed by the moody twist of his mouth. It's just displeasure though, with no hint of real anger as his brown eyes scan behind him for likely subjects. Alida's one of the last to catch his eye, perhaps purposely so as he looks to the Glacier table last, and when he sees her his frown deepens, brows settling low over a gaze that remains questioningly on her. He shrugs questioningly as he points at her, mouthing the word 'you?' His continued look of displeasure finally meets with her own vaguely grumpy one, Alida then nodding once to N'ky's mouthed inquiry, the woman then leaving the rest up to him as she turns her gaze back down to her food once again. N'ky's gaze remains on the bluerider for a few seconds, though he doesn't seem to actually be focused on her; his attention is elsewhere, as the glassy glaze over his eyes suggests. Then he snaps back into the room, abruptly looking away, looking down, searching for whatever it was that hit his back. When he locates it - happily not squished by anyone's foot - he picks it up, tosses it once in his hand to unnecessarily gauge its weight, then hefts it back at Alida. That brings a smirk to his sullen face, as he stands there with feet planted, hands dug into pockets. Well now, that's new from the greenie. She was expecting either his approach or his withdrawl, but not that apple slice winging its way back at her. Said fruity missile strikes her left shoulder, inspiring first a small start then a faint glare right up at N'ky...plus a few low hoots and smirks, pointed fingers from some nearer Glacier riders that witnessed the hit. "Yeah yeah..." Alida mutters at her wingmates, then returning her quieted gaze to the sullen-smirky young man. Watching. And it's a stare-off, until N'ky raises his hand to beckon Alida over. It's a short movement, just the curl of his index finger towards him, while he continues to watch her from behind the curls that fall over his eyes. That frown's still there, but it is quite as intense - perhaps because that previously tight line of his lips has eased a little. It's tough, being in a stare down with someone it seems was *born* to stare. Flat greens rest unmovingly upon browns for long moments while Alida slowly shovels food into her mouth...until she finally gives a second sigh, and rises. A few grunts of farewell to her 'mates soon sees the blonde - tray in hand - stepping over towards the greenrider. N'ky's eyes drop to the tray that's coming along too, and he seems confused. Why does she need to bring that? But rather than outright question it - not that she's likely to miss the look on his face that says as much - he looks back up to meet her gaze and waits until she's closer before speaking in a quiet, slightly husky tone. "You threw apple at me." He looks down at the Glacier wingrider with a slight smirk tweaking up one corner of his lips, then holds out his hands in an offer to take the tray from her. She can't help but notice that look he gives to the tray, though Alida answers his statement first with a bland, "Good assessment, captain obvious." Those held out hands inspire her to deal with the former situation with a slightly grumpy, "I'm *not done*, yet." Gheesh! And to prove such, the woman splays one hand under aforementioned tray, nabs up her spoon in the other, and dips it into her stew, which is then blown upon, then fed to her yap. "Wha'chu' want?" is finally muttered. "You threw shit at me," the greenrider points out. The spoonful of stew's drawn N'ky's eyes to Alida's mouth, and he has to make a conscious effort to look away, to look up, with a whole new level of concentration furrowing his brow. A few seconds later he tears his gaze away from her completely, scanning for a quieter spot. "There," he points to one at the end of a table, near the corner of the caverns. If she wants it, he'll follow. If not? He doesn't seem too bothered. "Is that 'me' as in, 'How dare you?', 'r 'me' as in 'I'm too nice ta' throw food at?'" Alida inquires casually after chewing her mouthful, her gaze flicking from N'ky to the cavern-at-large, for a moment, then returning to him. She misses his concentration upon her mouth, in that moment. After looking where he points, the woman shrugs, paces off in that direction in crisp fashion, then taking a seat at the mostly unoccupied, smaller table...and starts to eat again. "As in 'I was leaving, you threw shit to stop me," N'ky clarifies as he follows the greenrider to the table pointed out earlier. He sits beside her, all the better for hushed-voice conversation. "And a little bit of 'how dare you?', too," he adds, leaning in to be heard as he speaks quietly. "If it'd been anyone other than you, I would've done more than just throw apple back at you." Listening to him as she eats, a slightly smirky little grin touches the corner of Alida's lips, the blonde looking directly into N'ky's browns as she speaks. "Is this a new N'ky I hear? Gonna toss a punch at me fer the injustice uv' flung fruit?" More food is consumed, then, "I'll know not ta bother, next time." *That* utterance is given in much more typical fashion, the guard not smirking anymore, her tone flat. N'ky snorts, still leaning in towards the bluerider, still smirking. "I said anyone but you." The return to her usual tone makes him bark out one short, amused laugh, and he shakes his head as he briefly shifts his weight to lean back, allowing him to take in more of the bluerider. "That's the 'Lida I love," he quips wryly, lips quirked into a crooked smile. Out in the Weyr, Ilicaeth may see Cailluneth where she's perched on the southern rim, hunched over as she watches what's happening below with red-flecked eyes. She reaches out to him, extending a battle-like challenge through her muzzy thoughts - her typical colours are more muddy than silver-bright, overpowered by crimson and shades of grey. "The sentiment's still there..." Alida notes dryly, her eyes watching N'ky, his motions and posture, and his eyes. A loft of one brow is given for the greenie's next words, more stew ladeled into her pie hole. She long ago gave up figuring out whatever drives him to be the way he is, and so there's not any extra questions for her clutchsib, merely more observance. Outside - perched on his own ledge while observing the comings and goings around him - Ilicaeth can't help but rumble as he picks up on that almost-battle challenge from his sister, the blue's eyes whirling more rapidly as he gives the green a warble and unspoken words. A warble is returned with a blared roar, as Cailluneth rears onto her hind legs, wings beating for balance as she cranes her neck down towards Ilicaeth. She launches off from her perch, gliding teasingly by his ledge on her way down to the bowl, close to the lake's edge. He's invited to follow, of course, while she occupies herself with snapping and snarling at another green who's trying to share her patch of lakeside. N'ky leans in to Alida, eyes fixed on her cheek briefly before he turns his head to whisper close to her ear. "I just chose you over April, 'Lida." He snorts softly; she might even feel it on her skin before he pulls back a little. "She's in my weyr. But Cailluneth..." He pauses, checking in with his lifemate, "prefers Ilicaeth. Has he... noticed?" It swirls in the air about him, scouring at her hide like tiny needles, his sand intense, heated. BATTLE. Even if mock, done in earnest. « You sure? » Because *he* is. (To Cailluneth from Ilicaeth) To Ilicaeth, Cailluneth's mind flares red at the thought that Ilicaeth could be unsure of her intentions; did she not just request it? Did she not make herself clear? Hot, blood-tasting heat is projected to the blue, along with an unmistakable certainty. Yes. Now. The look on her face says it all: huh? This is 'Alida: thick as two planks' mode, the blonde pausing in her eating to try and figure out just what the fuck N'ky's going on about. And then there's the greenrider's too-sudden-for-her-taste words of April in his weyr, and Cailluneth prefering Ilicaeth...and she puts two and two together. Green eyes round in some alarm, the woman's greens getting distant for some moments as she contacts Ilicaeth. Oh Yes. YesYES*YES* *BATTLE* There's no words now, just the scorching vortex of golden sand that is Ilicaeth, and when Cailluneth sound off, he roars back in return, the sounds garnering enough draconic attention to the two. Down to the Bowl floor he dives on would-be-bronze hinting pinions, those vast sails scooping air, slowing him, then settling the blue solidly to rock with a rather loud 'thwump.' « BATTLE! » Though mock, it will be intense and glorious! (To Cailluneth from Ilicaeth) "If Ilicaeth will oblige, it'll make things much easier for me," N'ky murmurs huskily, peeping out from behind dark 'lashes and curls with the beginnings of a hopeful smile upon his lips. It grows somewhat blissful when, through Cailluneth, he learns that the blue's accepted his lifemate's challenge, and he reaches for Alida's wrist to give her a gentle but insistent tug as he cants his head towards the bowl. "Come with me. Let's watch. It'll... take my mind off... things, as much as hers." Cailluneth is quick to snake her head and bare teeth at Ilicaeth when he lands, the red-blue whirl of her eyes echoing the swirl of sentiment in her thoughts. It will be glorious, and it will be intense; she wastes no time in darting towards him, maw wide in a bellowing war cry, wings tight to her sides. At the last moment she raises her head, aiming to full-on barrel into him, chest to chest. She's not going to make a small scene in here, Alida still jerking her hand away from N'ky's attempted grasp like he might be an open flame, the woman abandoning her leftover meal to hurry out to the Bowl so she can watch the two dragons...and monitor Ilicaeth for signs of 'unwanted sexual maturity.' His own teeth are bared likewise, Ilicaeth's grin a draconic version of his rider's, but much more fierce, given his aspect. The blue bellows back at his sister, unconcerned about being held back by Hraedhyth's maternal inclinations, now. His own wings are also huddled in tight to sides to protect them from possible harm, and with the glee of a linebacker from one football team meeting another on the 'field of battle,' Ilicaeth shoving his own broad, sturdy chest out to meet with Cailluneth's in a heavy slap-slam of muscles. Given that she's not much smaller than him, it's near-equal masses meeting. N'ky's come to know Alida well enough now to not be offended by her quick withdrawal, though he does get a little frustrated by it. "I'm not gonna..." he starts, then waves it off with a flick of his hand and a dismissive shake of his head as he gets to his feet and follows the bluerider outdoors to watch the show. He stops when she does, standing close but with his hands firmly shoved into his pockets and his brow furrowed once more as he monitors Cailluneth, both physically and mentally. "Talk about... something," he asks quietly, eyes fixed firmly on the silver-glow of his lifemate's hide. And she has bulk and mass to her advantage too, having never lost the baby pudge that rounded her out as a weyrling. Cailluneth snap-snaps her teeth at Ilicaeth's neck and back when they slam into one another, aiming to nip and butt rather than truly bite, but if she can get a hold on a 'ridge then all the better. It's a playfight for sure, but her lusty, red-driven thoughts show there are no holds to be barred from her perspective, as she uses the power in her hindquarters to thrust herself forward in an attempt to try and topple the blue - or to at least get him to stumble a step or two backwards. Alida weaves in and out of her blue's mind like threads in a tapestry, the woman closely watching him for those telltale signs the weyrlingmasters told them about...that she *seen* all too often, now. N'ky's words garner a darted look of consternation, disbelief from the blonde, who quickly turns her gaze back to the epic mock-battle of giants taking place beyond them. Oh *glorious* day; callou-callay! His own kind of lust - for warfare - makes Ilicaeth's own blood sing through his huge veins, though he's cognizant enough to keep his contact to the non-vicious kind. With Cailluneth's snapping and grabbing comes his own mirroring motions, the slatey dragon growling deeply as he chomps his kind-of Hraedhyth-looking teeth at the green, then nipping at her shoulders. It won't draw ichor, but scratches? Hell yes. The heat that drives her is akin to, but yet *not* the kind that drives him, and when Cailluneth powers her haunches, the blue indeed stumbles back a dragon pace. Another roar from him has him suddenly rearing up to hind legs - his fore-body just barely off the ground - then power-slamming his chest rather brutally hard into the green's own chest. It has all of his weight and some height behind it. "'Lida..." This time it's a little more pleading, N'ky chewing on his bottom lip intentionally hard to distract himself from his thoughts. Brown eyes flicker from green hide to blue, as he looks over her friend's lifemate, trying to look for signs that he doesn't even know how to recognise. "Is he...? Will Ilicaeth... when Cailluneth goes, will he...?" He raises a hand to rub the heel of his palm roughly against his forehead, groaning in frustration before admitting in a whisper, "I want it over with." That slam knocks Cailluneth back, even with her last-minute bracing against it. She stumbles and goes down, falling onto her side as she snarls in anger; but being low gives her the chance to nip at his feet and legs, while she wriggles around to get her hind feet under his belly to scratch and kick. It's not a position easily sustained when there are wings involved though, and it's not long before the green packs all her power into one thrust with her back feet into the curve of Ilicaeth's ribs, pushing with all she has before she scrambles off and rolls back to her belly, before getting up and charging him, throwing a shoulder into his. That slightly more pleading tone manages to garner some of her attention once more, and the tight-featured, concentrating woman jerks her gaze over to N'ky...still keeping as much room as she can between them. He's in control of himself, so she doesn't have to deal with that, thank Faranth...but the blue's emotions are soaring, taking their cue not only from his own nature, but *hers*, too. Battle! Distractedly, perhaps harshly: "NO." Not from the signs, though at times, battle lust and regular lust can feel quite alike. A bugle of some triumph and much more glee is voiced to the heavens when Cailluneth goes down, the blue not holding back anything - except for keeping this clean, anyway - as he wades in towards his sister. Those nips make the Ilicaeth 'dance' some on his feet to avoid them, his belly rippling from those kicks and scratches as he uses his higher position to slam his shorter, powerful neck into the green's own neck. He feels her tensing for that heave of his body off of hers, but is too close to totally avoid it, 'Caeth instead sidestepping in off-balance fashion. In this fashion is he jerked both backwards and to the side by her motion, the blue giving a dragon-sized 'OOF!' in the process as he goes down temporarily to his own belly. As he rises, her shoulder-charge meets his broad left-shoulder, and Ilicaeth staggers again, now sitting upon his ass, forelegs holding him up. Count on a big teeth-gnashing near Cai's face, as well as a sudden lashing of his too-long tail to strike her soundly just below her jaw. It is a harsh response to N'ky's ears, and he glowers as he tries to figure it out, brown eyes fixed firmly on their dragons and not on the blonde beside him. "Was that a no for him being interested, or a no because you think I'm..." Now he looks at her, brows drawn low and lips tight. "Because I'm not. I told you that before." Cailluneth shows no slowing when Ilicaeth's on his butt like that; she rears up, the smoky claws of her forepaws flashing through the air as she paws at him, at the base of his neck and his chest, while her wings are spread for balance as she awkward-hops forward on her back feet, neck snaking low to try and nip at his own... until she gets tailwhipped. That causes a bellow of annoyance as she drops to all fours. She's too close to back up to charge, so instead Cailluneth simply throws herself at him, attempting to twine her neck with his and to thunk the solid mass of her head off his own stony one. Trying to remain alert for Ilicaeth's feelings and her own, Alida snaps off a tart, worried, "He's *not* gonna be goin' up after *anybody*." It sounds as if, by will alone, she can stop such from happening. He almost leans into that pawing of hers, the rough contact making Ilicaeth rumble and growl like the beast he can be. His first scratches are bestowed by his sister upon that wide chest, and the feeling of very minor injury makes the blue bare his fangs again in that grin, then headbutt Cailluneth when she tries to get at him from a lower position. His tail-contact and that toss of her body into his end up in him managing to avoid that neck-twining position of control by snaking his neck and head back and to the side, 'Caeth nipping lightly at one of his sister's neckridges in the process. "Fine," N'ky replies with equal tartness, scowling as he looks over to their dragons. "I said the same about her." He nods sharply towards his lifemate, who's hide is certainly more shimmering under the moons' light as she gives as good as she's getting. Then, the greenrider exhales heavily, his shoulders sinking a fraction. "It's not so scary now it's happening," he admits, very quietly. "But I wish she'd hurry up about it." One good nip deserves another, and as Cailluneth lets Ilicaeth get his teeth around one of her 'ridges, she snakes her head about to gently sink hers into the base of his wing, at the join of limb and his broad body. She holds, not enough to hurt or injure but iron-jawed and stubborn, while her tail swishes angrily and she sidesteps to buffet the blue with the length of her body. It's not an offensive position though, so it's not exactly effective. "*You* were probably denyin' how she felt, was actin'..." Alida mutters darkly at N'ky, her gaze flicking like a tennis match-watcher's between the young man and their sparring dragons. "*I* know Ilicaeth well enough ta' see he's just sparrin' with 'er." Grumpy, meet grumbly. Yes, there's no doubt that the green is indeed 'glowy.' Blink. "How long's she been at it?" Alida inquires just a little breathily. It's now nipping and holding time, apparently, and Ilicaeth does the same to his sister, seizing one of her feet in his teeth and lightly gnawing it. No skin's broken... it's more gleefully rough. This time, he *does* twine necks partially with her and hold the green close, so he can rumble and growl and lightly headbutt and mock-chew on her. "I was. I was terrified. I hated the thought of it." N'ky can't deny it. His eyes narrow, not leaving Cailluneth, though one hand does work free of the pocket it's been shoved so deeply into to brush his curls back from his face. "Tacuseth picked up on it about... two sevens ago, I think, but it was nothing then, just... her being a bit more territorial, a bit more headstrong, but it's been getting worse since then. Kieri grounded me last night. She's been a nightmare since." He rubs at his temples with both hands, having freed the other, too. "Ilicaeth's helping, whereas Rasavyth..." N'ky shakes his head, frowning. "I think she wanted to rip his throat out for the frustration he caused her." Cailluneth's equally as growly and rumbly in return, with the occasionally vicious snarl to accompany her sharper nips. The neck-on-neck hold limits her movements, but she's not ready to be defeated yet as she returns one of his light headbutts with a much heavier one... but then the chewing she's aiming at his headknob lasts only seconds before she's lapping at him with her tongue and rubbing with her chin instead. It's not defeat, but it's an acceptance of his dominance, perhaps? Either way, she's a little softer in her next nip, which is followed by a warm nuzzling. How can she deny his words, when thought of Ilicaeth going up some day makes Alida just as fearful? This time, the guard's less acerbic - though still worked up some over this latest bout of uncertainty - and she can't help but staring at N'ky when he mentions that about Tacuseth. "Two sevens?" If she wasn't a more serious person, Alida might actually squeak those words. Wait... "Helping? H..." She cuts herself off. Ahh... by bleeding off some of the green's anger and tension before she flies. Still, there's the rest of the Weyr to consider, and the blonde finally states, "We can't let 'em go on much longer. I c'n already see Aishani, 'r Quinlys stompin' out 'n demandin' we have 'em knock it off on pain uv' banishment, 'r somethin'." Submission? All he's interested in is mock fighting. With all their growly-rumbles and tussling also comes Ilicaeth's slight wobble of head when Cailluneth's headbutt connects, the blue then mock-falling over and groaning aloud, as if she's defeated him. It lasts for a moment, and then he's snorting roughly at his chewed, then licked headknob, the faint flecks of red in the blue of his gaze disappearing as older brother appears to splay just a hint tiredly with his younger sister as she nuzzles him. A good fight, indeed. Chuff. "Just a bit longer," N'ky practically begs, touching Alida's upper arm fleetingly as he drags his eyes away from his lifemate to look at her. "It makes it so much easier... it's like I'm fighting her all the time right now. A-and it's not like Cailluneth's been much quieter on her own - she's been bellowing at every dragon, especially the greens." He rubs at his temples again, sighing heavily. "J'madri can't even come over. She won't let Velzeth come anywhere near her ledge, let alone land long enough to drop him off..." The greenrider stops, hit by a thought. "But she'd allow Ilicaeth. W-would... 'Lida, would you let him sleep in with her, tonight? You can come stay too if you want, I-I'll sleep on the sofa, but... b-but I might actually sleep if she's with him..." Splaying is good. Cailluneth half-drapes herself over her blue brother, her ribs rising as she draws in a deep breath, falling again as she exhales it over his cheek. A very good fight, with plenty of scratches and aching, bruises-to-be to show for it. Her mind's calmer now, more satisfied, but not without the burning red that's been growing steadily in the past sevens. She rubs his chin along the base of Ilicaeth's neckridges, crooning husky appreciation to him. Well fought, brother. Listening to N'ky go on, Alida quiets more, parsing out various things in her mind as moments pass. After rumination... "Alright. *This* time, anyway. He says it's the least 'e c'n do." The guard sounds a bit suspicious, still, but since she's felt not a drop of sexual tension from the blue... "I just don' want this ta' become... habit. He likes 'er 'n all, but he's not a... a pacifier." She's trying to choose her words decently, but, as usual, Alida's wont to be pretty direct. How crazy they might look to the more conservative dragons and people, even now that they're a little petered out. The attention is quite nice after their spar, and Ilicaeth rumbles softly to his sister, whuffling some over her neck, then lightly bumping her with his head in motion to rise so they can get a move on. The stiff line of N'ky's shoulders melts a little in relief. "Oh - really?" That frown lifts long enough for him to smile, and he looks almost ready to hug Alida - he moves as if to do so, then remembers himself and stops. "Not as a pacifier, he won't be a pacifier. He'll be... someone to just occupy her while I get to... oh, I'll get to sleep." That realisation gets a blissful sigh from N'ky. "W-would you like to stay too? To be close to him?" Cailluneth lies stubbornly still for another few moments until she's properly done with nuzzling him like she wants to, then gets up to allow the blue to his feet. She's still wuffly-warm over him once they're standing, gently butting her head off his neck, or rubbing her headknobs against his chest to settle an itch there. They're soft, fuzzy and sated sort of movements now though, not the vicious ones of before. « Ilicaeth. » A rumble of hot appreciation, wrapped in a blanket of blue-gold that she spreads over her thoughts, both in her mind and where they touch his. Yes, this would *not* be a good time to try and hug the woman, given the circumstances. Her greens now gaze a bit warily at N'ky when she sees those hallmarks on his face, in his form, and then she too relaxes some when she doesn't have to rebuff him. "That's what I mean..." is murmured, Alida looking out to their now relaxing lifemates. "He can't be doin' this each time she gets..." Hand gesture: like *this*. As far as her staying... it takes Alida more moments for thought, but she finally shakes her head. "We're both grown-ups." She and Ilicaeth. They're both quite stubborn, and so she has to endure his repeated nudges and motions for her to get up. A cheekrub back to her own is Ilicaeth's own thanks for the spirited spar, the blue quite happy indeed, though he didn't view Cailluneth's previous motions as vicious at all. To him, it's simply another form of battle...a very delightful one. For her rare word and that glorious rowe they just had - said word his name, at that - he offers not his sands, nor even dust, but a very rare image: that of his desert blooming into fertile fields of wheat and vegetation, dragons flying overhead while Weyrfolk oversee the soil. "She mightn't be like this again." Surely N'ky means the whole rawr-ness of his lifemate's current state of mind, rather than hoping she won't become proddy again. "But he's helped her a lot, 'Lida. So much. Thank you." There's a lot of genuine warmth there, and N'ky smiles properly at her for the first time. There's even a hint more relief when she turns down the offer of staying with him. He laughs, softly, and nods. "That's... th-that's good," he smirks. "I don't fit on the sofa," what with it being that tiny little loveseat and all, "a-and I, er... I kinda need April." His cheeks flush red, hands digging deeply back into his pockets. Soft lavendar and lilac, more pink than usual given the ever-present rouge that lingers over her mind, weave through that pleasant scene and touch upon all aspects of it - from the plants to the dragons to the people, wrapping them all in her cosy blanket of soothing sleepiness. Without wanting to interrupt his image too much, she gently presents one of her own: her couch, with the two of them curled up within it... and a set of mismatched, ugly little Frankenstein plushies sitting at the edge watching them with baleful eyes. He might recognise them. "Well...then we're glad fer that," Alida allows to both the hope of Cailluneth not being as 'rawr' and to Ilicaeth's helping her. And with N'ky's next words, she suddenly remembers April's up there...and Alida turns away so the greenie can't see her faint flush. After a moment, she's able to cobble together a low, "Jus' bet ya' *do*." Sigh. After she regains self-control, back the blonde turns to her clutchsib, noting to him, "I'll need 'Caeth ta' get me up 'n down a couple 'u times ta'night, but between those time, 'n after I hit the hay, he'll stay with 'er until we need ta get ready fer work." He enjoys those colors, not minding the altering of his 'land' since she's sleepy, and he's wanting to rest, anyway. But just because he's Ilicaeth... a quick noogying of her headknobs with his chin is added in. Those freaky plushies though... they inspire a sudden light bulb to flick on in the blue's mind, with him showing the green where he's hidden his own little 'firelizard' plushie, plus a baritone, « Mind if I set it up atcher' place? » Because Alida already *has* a real flit, and because he doesn't want either of them finding it. N'ky is confused by the blushing bluerider, and he's right there looking at her when she turns back to him, ready to give her a warm, but cautious sort of smile. "Thank you," he murmurs, dipping his chin to her. "He's her favourite, you know. Of all our clutch, out of everyone in the Weyr. She likes Ilicaeth best." The greenrider brushes back his wayward curls again, giving Alida a gap-toothed smile. "Come by for breakfast, if you want. I've got eggs. April won't be there; Snowdrift's got pre-dawn drills." Another plushie? Cailluneth's own mind lights up at the sight of it, a happy canary yellow surrounding the little stuffy and drawing it in towards the others. That is most definitely a yes, emphasised by her croon and the bracing of her neck against his. Another 'pup' for her 'pack' is most certainly welcome. "Yer welcome," Alida murmurs, the woman looking more relieved now that their dragons have quit being so 'hands-on.' "Yeah... kinda' seemed that way," is the blonde's response to the direct, rough, tough, yet quite affable blue being Cai's bestest. "He like 'er, too...probably 'cause she's one uv the few willin' ta thump on 'im an' be thumped in return." Snert. Like they all just witnessed. There's some thought again, and then greens meet his browns in forthright manner as the Glacier rider notes, "It'll be a kinda late breakfast... after ninth hour, fer me, if ya' still c'n do it. I pulled delivery duty, so I'm gonna be out uv' the Weyr a lot. Got a buttload uv' stuff ta get ta Smith, Miner halls first thing." "I'm grounded, 'Lida. The most I'll be doing is elevator duty, and I'm not on that rota until after lunch." N'ky shrugs, not looking entirely pleased that he's being kept out of things... but there's not really much to be done about it all. "I'll see if I can get some bacon, maybe some mushrooms and potatoes, too. Just let me know when you think you'll be free, ok?" He's far more relaxed now than when he first got up to leave the living cavern - relaxed enough to yawn luxuriously, stretching his arms out above him and then to his sides, fingers flexing and wiggling. "I'll be yours whenever you want me." "Grounded doesn't mean ya want people in yer weyr any ol' time..." Alida notes pragmatically, then blonde then adding, "Make it between nine-thirty 'n ten candlemarks, then." Word of those hopeful ingredients for an omlette have the woman internally drooling, and finally grinning a little. "I'll see if I c'n coax a green pepper slice 'n those 'shrooms outta' the Hall kitchens while I'm there." Speaking of food... "Gonna go in 'n get a little more, if they'll let me. Still hungry." A hand is lifted in farewell to the stretching greenie. "Night, Nick." The low rumble of slightly wicked laughter at her having some of those crazy stuffies of her own inspires Ilicaeth to show Cailluneth the international distress orange of his own 'pack' member, the blue noting low, « I'll grab it after I take 'lida back to our place. » When he's done stretching, N'ky presses his fingers to his mouth, kisses them, then waves that hand towards the bluerider as she departs. "The more ingredients, the merrier the omelette," he replies, winking at her as he starts walking backwards towards Cailluneth, watching Alida until he can't any more. "Good luck with dinner!" Once she's disappeared - or once he can't keep going the way he is any more - he turns around and trots towards his lifemate. Cailluneth rumbles her approval. « Yes. » She wants it for her plushie pack. With N'ky approaching she turns to wuffle lovingly to him, then shares one final parting headbump with Ilicaeth before peeling away from him. Mentally, though, she's still there, even as she crouches to allow her Heart up onto her back. That invitation to join her is still there, and there's now an extra pair of creepy eyes to watch them snuggle in her couch. |
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