Logs:Getaway
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| RL Date: 17 December, 2012 |
| Who: Brieli, N'rov |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Shani turns twenty, so she and N'rov run away 'before something else goes wrong'. Because something always does. |
| Where: Island Somewhere South |
| When: Day 14, Month 7, Turn 30 (Interval 10) |
| "Before something else goes wrong," she'd written, and someone's having their Turnday besides. Hence, a classic little waveswept beachfront bit of nothing, and if N'rov had won its location off Y'ral in some scurrilous bet or other... at least those waves have washed away the evidence. Though there /is/ a firepit: someone's been here before. As the rider's getting Vhaeryth's straps off him, he glances sideways towards Brieli. "Thought about Exiles' Island, or whatever they call it, but it seemed wrong." Maybe entertaining, but wrong? Doesn't something always go wrong? Not yet, anyway - and not on her Turnday, even. Perhaps things are not so dire. Especially on a beach like this in such good weather and away from home, where there's no one to hear Brieli called Aishani, or anything else, really. She doesn't seem all that interested in the provenance of the location, but pleased /by/ it. Trying her best to be quick with Iesaryth's straps, she gives N'rov a look, just shaking her head. "Wrong is one way of putting it. You have an odd sense of humor, have I told you that?" Not that she's bothered, but. "Not lately. I don't think I've ever been, actually. You?" It takes time to transition, sometimes, and N'rov's still got that indefinable demeanor that still smacks of High Reaches, of where they'd just been before hopping off here: aware, maybe too aware of being /watched/. Though he's losing it, a little, with every buckle he unfastens, and afterwards when he can get boots and socks off properly and bury his feet in the hot sand. By then, Vhaeryth's already gone, off to the water. "Kind of nice, it being warm here and back at the Weyr too." Either Weyr. "Maybe at least once? I remember it from somewhere, but I can't remember who." Shani's brows draw together, sparing some thought for it, though only for as long as straps and buckles have her attention; once Iesaryth's followed Vhaeryth into the water, she's shrugged it off. She's also kicked off light shoes to curl toes in the sand, then start through it towards N'rov, idly, casually working on the buttons of her shirt. "Better than the winter, yes. But I feel like I might appreciate it more, then." "No doubt. I dropped by some of the places we went then, and they're far too hot now," but while N'rov doesn't slow that much in his reply, it doesn't seem to be the beachfront that he's appreciating. He straightens, lacing his hands behind his neck, and takes time to take in that approach of hers properly. "Better that you didn't get sick, have I told /you/ that?" Curious, "What's too hot?" Aishani doesn't /quite/ finish with her shirt by the time she's close enough to slide arms around his waist, but it's enough of the way along for the sort of attention he's giving her, and to show she's not bothered to wear a swimsuit besides. Looking up, dark eyes bright for all that she's apparently serious, "I could just be a carrier, you know. You haven't. And I'm rather glad of it too. I look terrible when I'm sick. I wouldn't be pretty enough to visit." "/Vhaeryth/ liked it, but it was about baking my eyeballs in my head," N'rov admits, but distractedly, what with shirt and swimsuit and so forth. He has to get his feet back out of the sand, one at a time shaking out from between his toes, before he can see about sweeping her up properly. Because, "I think I'm the carrier," he tells Shani even as he illustrates for a couple steps. "And I could visit when it was dark, but you'd still be demanding, I'm pretty sure of it. I'd have to go get this and fetch that and /hope/ that I brought everything with me. So it wasn't that bad, seeing as it didn't get you?" "That doesn't sound pleasant," Shani has to agree, but she's not all that inclined to be otherwise, especially after she's been swept up in N'rov's arms. That's always a big hit; it leaves her a little breathless after, looping arms around his neck. "/Still/ demanding," she echoes, though she seems much less annoyed than infatuated. "Am I demanding? In a bad way?" As if there's a good way. "And it seemed unpleasant for anyone who had it, but no one died. And not too many people got sick, as a bonus. Also, I didn't burn a thing." She's proud of herself. It's not like N'rov's wearing leathers or anything: easy enough to wade into the water /with/ her, and if his cloth pants get wet, so be it. "Demanding enough that I'd swat bugs for you," he tells Shani teasingly, "Except that I borrowed," 'borrowed,' "a netting tent so I won't have to." Except twice over, that all of a sudden he's searching her face: is she okay, is she actually worried, is she good. Which doesn't mean he can't add, "Was, ah, /burning/ really a danger?" She's not wearing anything that can't get wet either, and as long as he's not letting go of her, Shani's not complaining. And if N'rov will kill bugs for her, she can at least do him the favor of feigning a swoon against him; her hero. "I think I like the planning ahead more than the swatting bugs. There's other things you could be doing with your time." She has a grin for him, but it fades a touch as he regards her more seriously; she looses a hand to touch his cheek - fine. She's fine. Smiling wider, "No. But I always manage to come up with some idea or another that's complete overkill for the situation." But is she better than fine? At least the swoon won a chuckle out of him, and now N'rov takes Shani's word for it enough to scoop her both higher and closer, as though not even her toes could get wet. At least, not until they get deeper. "So what's your overkill for /this/ situation?" The one where he's started to jostle her in his arms: earthquake! Soon, they could plunge into the torrential depths! Maybe right now. Aishani's arms tighten around N'rov's neck as he holds her closer, and not because she's worried about getting wet. She has little answer but for a laugh, but to try to squirm from his arms when they're deep enough, and drag him down into the warm water after her. For a kiss. It might be the same result as plunging into the depths as was threatened, but at least /she's/ responsible for it. Of course she is. Which naturally leads to a lot of splashing about, and possibly some scaring of fish. Later, when they're dry and the gitar's dragged out, she gets a birthday serenade complete with dramatic strums... featuring rhymes that are sung rather better than they're played. Or that they warrant. N'rov affects a Harper's devotion to his beat-up instrument in a way that shows off his nearly as dramatic profile, sliding a glance at her to see how it's received as he croons all about Shani. Shani! who is so bonny, tawny bonny Shani, of whom he's fond-y! Shani who's not so very brawny, with whom he'd see the dawn-y! Scared fish might just dart off in the direction of swimming dragons, so everyone wins in that scenario! But for the fish. Shani is both surprised and suspicious of this new talent of N'rov's, which, as it turns out, she has every right to be. But while she lies on the blanket in the sand and watches him, eyes alight, she can't stop herself from smiling, seeming far more appreciative of his efforts than really might be warranted. Or maybe it's the whole performance... or maybe the fact that it's for her. Whatever the reason, when he's done, she'll slide herself across and up to him for a lingering kiss before, low and amused, "Even better than the last. You're so good to me." No harper, N'rov shows his lack of credentials by abandoning his instrument with alacrity. On the other hand, it's for one of those kisses, so maybe it fits after all? "Just wait until you see dessert," he says with the satisfaction of one who's tasted the goods already: someone bribed a Baker. And then he spends a little while playing with her hair, if she'll let him, if it won't get frizzy, if she won't care if it does get frizzy. Just because it's hers, and because he can. As long as he can. "You didn't need to do anything. This is enough." Just being here, being with him, something Aishani aims to prove with more kisses, though she'll add, "Not that I'm turning it down, either." To be completely clear. And he can play with her hair as long as he likes, even if it might just curl up a bit in the heat, and between his fingers. Because, by her sigh and the way she leans into him, she likes it, likes that he likes it. Resting her forehead on his shoulder, quiet, "I missed you." Whether it's been all that long or not, she always does. Good thing, because N'rov had just started to point out, "You don't /have/ to ea..." only to stop, and smirk at her, next thing to a laugh. He uses his free hand for the hair-playing, so he doesn't disturb her pillow. "Well," he says in a lower tone now, to go with hers. "Missed you too, so it's fair." He's quiet a moment, and then another. He doesn't speak of /someday/. Only, "You'll have to let me know if you get bored of islands. You know, for next Turn. No 'grin and b-e-a-r it,'" though the underlying humor in his voice suggests that the other kind's all right. Go figure that Shani might have figured /that/ response out - she has to tilt a look up at N'rov with her own grin at the partial reply. Even the quiet can't really make it fade; her only response is to brush lips against his neck, his cheek. "I don't think I could get bored of islands. I like being all alone with you." All alone, not with attention paid to comings and goings and whatever else people like to keep track of. With a little roll of her eyes, "You didn't have to spell it out." But it reminds her of another reason she likes being so alone with him, and that predictably involves getting him out of his clothes - something in which she shows a sudden and intent interest. Dessert, and anything else he has planned, will have to wait for a little while at least. |
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