Logs:Getting Close
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| RL Date: 23 July, 2014 |
| Who: A'rist, Barnabas |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Bones stumbles in on A'rist alone at the bathing pools. They discuss Lythronath, and companionship. |
| Where: Bathing Pools, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 2, Month 5, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions |
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| Bathing Pools, High Reaches Weyr Omnipresent clouds of steam slink across the tops of three naturally warm pools, set into the floor of this kidney-shaped cavern. Near the entrance the ceiling is high and polished, gleaming with little mineral specks as it sweeps downward into increasingly ragged, uneven steps. The foremost of the pools is squared off with wide steps leading down into the water and has faucets for bringing in cooler water from a rain-catching cistern. Primarily used for laundry, there's an almost constant film of suds along its surface until the circulating current clears it at the end of the day. Four sinks line the nearest wall and various tubs stored beneath allow for the washing of delicates. Laundry bags can be dropped off in the bins near the door and clean, folded laundry is stacked in rows of tall cubbies for easy pickup. The bend in the cavern leads to a rougher-hewn part of the chamber where the two circular bathing pools welcome those in need of a wash. Towels and washcloths are kept in neat stacks on shelves along the wall, along with sacks of sweetsand and a few bars of precious soap. Stone benches provide a place for sitting to remove shoes and clothing, while a row of gleaming brass hooks stand above, ready to hold clothes and robes.
The wet slap of heavy feet on stone is the beginning, soon partnered with a set of low growls and groans that echo a bit off the walls of the cavern. The disturbance comes into light from around the corner, rubbing at his neck with one hand while the other stretches high above his head. Dirty, hairy, nude: Bones. "Oh. Hi." The realization that he isn't alone as usual dawns on him as he makes eye contact with the floating head. "Ain't usually nobody here." At that hour anyway, but he makes at least a small effort to stop his tired groaning as he steps into the water to soak away the sweat and potting soil of the day. "We met before?" A'rist opens one eye, first. Then comes the other, once he's already given the big man a once-over. Lightly floating limbs are brought back under some bit of control, though the young rider doesn't straighten up any more than is required to bring his chin above the surface. "I know." His eyes half-close, leaving A'rist staring through slits at the newcomer. "That's why it's a good time." In response to the question: "I don't know your name." Almost nitpicking. Maybe he's seen Bones around. Half washing and half pondering, Bones brings a hand up to his head to scratch at it in between the braided and unbraided sections of his wild hair. "Yeah, it's the best time. 'Course now I might add or subtract an hour to it knowing somebody else has figured that out." A smile grows for the stranger, big white teeth on display. "I swear I seen you before though. You uhh, one of Azaylia's guys?" He doesn't wait for the answer before moving to introduce himself, wading through the water to be a bit closer to A'rist. "I'm Bones." "One of-" he sits up a bit straighter, as much because of Bones' approach as the continued conversation, water only covering his shoulders, now, his neck poking out. "I've been around there," he starts again, eyes opening wider again, face placed to memory. "That's where I've seen you, huh." A'rist nods, one slightly pruny hand coming to scratch idly at the back of his head, where water is dripping down his neck. "A'rist." More ominously, "Lythronath's." Bones gets just close enough to extend an arm for a handshake, his palms still freshly calloused from working through the night. "Yeah, I think that's where we might have spotted eachother. I'm asleep on her couch a lot. She's good people." The smile fades ever so slightly at the mention of a dragon name, though it's returned swiftly. "You're the one in charge of that beast, eh? Yikes." A'rist offers his own in return, also callused, but notably smaller than Bones'. Still, he can do a firm handshake. "She gives me tea on her couch a lot," is said with a strange little twist of his mouth, a smile, though it's not quite amusement showing there. "Guess so," he confirms, an easy shrug bringing both of his arms back, so he can rest his elbows up on the edge of the pool. It means that now the top of his chest is out of the water, too. "Makes it so everyone knows who I am though." Bones settles in against the edge of the pool, but then gives a look around as if he's forgotten something. With a soft sigh, he goes ahead and pulls himself up out of the water to head towards one of the shelves, fetching a bar of soap. "Yeah but is that uhhh notoriety, or..." he pauses to dip back in, dropping down to send ripples across the water with how much he quickly displaces "Infamy, eh? Hehe." A'rist's eyes only track Bones' progress until he's got the trajectory mostly figured out. Then, he's glancing back toward the caverns. No one else seems to be coming, and that, at least, seems to satisfy him enough to settle back down, and close his eyes. "All kinds of things like that. There's not lots of people who get Lythronath. And even the ones who do sort of..." Another shrug, one that, in his elbow-propped position, makes him bob a little. Giving a soft chuckle as he begins to lather himself up, Bones nods at A'rist a few times. "Now me? I don't much care for dragons. They scare the shit out of me. But I do get not bein' understood." Slowly standing up in the water, Bones takes the opportunity to begin scrubbing everything above the surface. Before long, he looks very much like a sudsy snowman. "It ain't so bad. Just means the folks who are close to you? Well, y'can probably trust 'em. Probably." Thoroughly scrubbed, Bones decides to dip back into the water to rinse. "Not that you were askin' for my opinion on nothin'. Ha! Sorry, comes with gettin' older. I gotta spit wisdom at everybody a seven younger'n me." "You probably shouldn't meet my dragon," decides A'rist. "Especially with a name like 'Bones'. He'd probably think it was funny. Hahahaha. To do something." All said, deadpan, in the same steady rhythm. But once it's been spoken and has a second to sit out there, there's that quirk at the corner of his lips again. "Sure. If you got any folks real close." But he's tilted his head to stare at that older man's braids and not-braids. "At least you don't look like those old uncles sitting around the caverns." Smirk. Bones says, "Don't intend to, 'less I gotta." Bones laughs before dunking his head under the water, emerging without as much white soap in his hair and beard. "You've got a bronze dragon, right? Way I understand it, no matter how scary your monster is, you're gonna have some people wanna work their way in to your good graces just on account of your big boy's color." The big man puts one of his oversized hands up to his cheek, and bats his eyes a few times before adopting the closest thing to falsetto his scratchy voice can manage. "Ohhh, you're Lythronath's rider? How... mysterious." He fires an air kiss A'rist's way before cracking, another hearty laugh leaving him. "Hahaha! And yeah, I guess I ain't your typical old man yet."" A'rist opens his mouth as if to comment on that soap - but doesn't, not when Bones is speaking. "There's some," the bronzerider allows, midway through his grimace at that kiss. "None look quite like that..." and fingers flick toward the big man, "but that's not really close is it? That's just..." and there's a gesture down his body and a quick thrust at the water. Then another shrug, lounging back against the edge of the pool once again. "None look quite like that? Hehe, yeah, they can't all be as pretty as me." Bones gives a second dunk of his head before drifting back down into the water for a bit of a relaxing soak. "And that's kinda close. About as close as most folk seem to care to get around here. Some of these people are as cold as the weather." With a half-walk, half-swim, Bones drifts back to the edge near A'rist. "But yeah I see your point. Bah, y'just gotta find some folk that don't intimidate easy that's all." "Or as tall," A'rist decides as Bones starts to move. "I think it's hard, being really close to anyone," comes once that move is accomplished, and after the young man has had some time to reflect, "sometimes, when half of everyone's got the one dragon they're really close to. Maybe sometimes it's not about being intimidated. Maybe sometimes it's just that some of you is sort of... all chewed up and busy, you know?" The blink that goes with that is slow, sleepy as much as pensive. Bones has to scratch his head again, trying to wrap his head around the sensation of having a dragon in his brain. It's something he gives up on with a shake of his head. "Maybe you can't quite get as close to another person as you can to your dragon. But that don't mean you can't get close at all." With a playful smile, Bones tucks in closer to A'rist, pointing a finger at him. "Hey, here's an idea. You don't seem like an asshole. How about I buy you a drink sometime? We can shoot the shit in a place without so much echoing. And nudity." "Maybe," A'rist allows, though it's not said with high confidence. "It's hard to explain." A'rist's eyes cross, just a little bit, when he looks straight on at that pointed finger. He's still looking when he starts to nod, and it's a definite effort to turn his attentions away, check out the cavern again. "Sometimes. Sounds good." It's his own hands, brought up before his face, that he takes a look at next. Very pruny. "I guess I can let you have the baths to yourself for a while, huh. Before the early morning shift starts moving around." With a few nods, Bones agrees. "We'll probably bump into eachother again right? And this time, we'll know eachother's names, ha!" Drifting back towards where he left the bar of soap, he begins to lather up his hands again. "And thanks. I was about to scrub up my undercarriage. It gets a little weird goin' about that with an audience. I'll start with my legs to give you a head start!" There's a playfulness to his tone, though it's clear he's not entirely kidding. "Probably," agrees A'rist, already turning to brace his palms on the edge of the bath, and hoisting himself out with a quick push. He doesn't look back once, from going to towel off, to dressing, to even calling, "Later," as he leaves. |
Comments
Azaylia on 21:55, 23 July 2014 said...
The title and quote you chose are very misleading. >:C *throws popcorn away* No, actually this was very entertaining. XD More A'rist/Bones!
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