Logs:Getaway Denied
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| RL Date: 13 July, 2013 |
| Who: Hana, N'ky |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: A catch-up and proposition over klah. |
| Where: Nighthearth |
| When: Day 25, Month 3, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Wind and snow make for very bad weather today. The visibility is low, making travel dangerous. |
| OOC Notes: Very backdated! |
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| Nighthearth, High Reaches Weyr With its entrance located between the kitchen and the living cavern, this tiny bubble cavern is cozy, always kept warm and is filled with comfortable chairs and a small round table. At the far end, there's a hearth, outlined in ruddy, aging bricks, where a pot of stew simmers in the evening hours. Generally quiet, the nighthearth is the haunt of insomniacs and those seeking quiet from the bustle of daily Weyr life. Just when 'Reaches might have thought spring was on the horizon, the weather made sure they knew it wasn't quite done with winter yet. The result? A raging blizzard outside, which has resulted in driving near enough everyone indoors. N'ky's enjoying some of the cosiness of the nighthearth as he eats his dinner, away from the bulk of the crowd in the living caverns. There's a rowdy lot in there tonight, and the nighthearth is a little bubble of peace with its few occupants and blazing fire. With all the rowdy crew being out in the living cavern, Hana takes the evening to slip into the Nighthearth, basket full of odds and ends hung over one arm, a teapot and cup tucked away on top of the container. There is a pause as she takes in who's present - then a bit of a smile appears. "Good evening, N'ky; hiding from everyone outside, too?" "Hana!" It's a reaction of surprise from N'ky, when he looks up to see who's addressing him. She gets a warm smile, and he nods; the smile fades as he looks towards the doorway through to the living cavern and its noisy occupants. "There's too much going on out there tonight," he admits, with a quiet little shrug of his shoulders. "How are you? Are you here to work? I wouldn't mind company, i-if you'd like to join me?" "Just a bit of a project - all the better planned now that winter is being rather stubbon," she admits, before moving over and first, placing cup and teapot on the table. "If you don't mind me sewing, I'd be happy to join you. And I am doing fine; keeping busy and planning projects. You?" N'ky resettles his dinner in his lap while watching Hana, swivelling around to face her. "We're nearly at graduation, so we're all kinda busy," he replies as he fishes a chunk of fingerroot out of his stew, blowing on it, allowing it to cool as he finishes talking. "I've, um, started a little p-project of my own, which is filling in all of the rest of my time." He pauses for a thoughtful moment, then looks at Hana hopefully. "You wouldn't want to, um, get out of here, would you? Go somewhere warm?" Hana grins, "Ah... that's right... Everyone is expected to dance with me, by the way. Just like last time." It's said matter of factly, though that certanty is lost as the rest of the statment is offered. "Ah.... somewhere... warm. You mean... fly?" her voice sort of squeaking on that last word. Dance? N'ky pales a little at the thought of it, but there's luckily another topic to latch onto. "Sure. With Cailluneth and I." He picks up on the squeak as possible fear, and smiles reassuringly at Hana, setting his near-finished bowl of stew aside to give her his full attention. "I could take you to Southern, where you can work on your project in the sun, up on a plateau or down on the beach, wherever you'd like. Or Ista, where the sand's black - it's so weird, but really pretty. And it's warm, and I bet we can get away with a little bit of a picnic, too." He pauses, cheeks colouring a little - "And it'll be the dinner I promised you so long ago. I-if you'd like to come with me?" One goes pink, the other goes pale - both at similar thoughts; a dinner, and the method for getting there. For once, it is Hana who is stuttering over her words, "I... that is, I cannot right now. Ah, maybe later?" she offers, before getting to her feet. "In fact, I think I forgot my tea on the fire." An obvious untruth, as she leaves behind her teapot and cup - barely recalling her basket of odds and ends grabbed as an afterthought. |
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