Logs:Good Intentions
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| RL Date: 17 September, 2014 |
| Who: V'ros, Lycinea |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: V'ros and Lycinea meet on the GPL again. This time no one gets hurt. |
| Where: Garden Patio Ledge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 20, Month 10, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Good. Clear. Autumn. |
| Mentions: H'vier/Mentions, Oliwer/Mentions |
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| Garden Patio Ledge, High Reaches Weyr Partly sheltered by the curving stone overhang, partly exposed to the weather, the wide stone patio serves as a balcony for socializing or just plain drinking on a sizable scale. The repurposed ledge might once have let two large dragons land, but now there's too much furniture for that: two rustic tables with attendant chairs, plus a couple more in particularly good weather, and a wrought iron bench situated to make the most of the view of the western bowl and the lake beyond. Other changes include rough little niches carved out of the stone walls to hold glows in colored bottles at night, the climbing plant that's being trained to grow up along the overhang, and the blue ceramic pots of flowers that dot the edge of the ledge as a colorful reminder not to fall off. An archway leads to the Snowasis itself, housed in the ledge's former weyr, while a few wide steps descend along the wall to the bowl. The weather today is very pleasant. A few clouds chase each other across the mostly clear skies, and a soft breeze picks up in the afternoon to make for a fine day. It's certainly not the first time Lya's been back to the ledge since the incident, and even now, with healed arm in use on yet another basket of wings, she sits perched on the edge, just as she had that time months before. To her credit, there's a napkin now and she's using it to blot her face every few wings, though her fingers are still something of a mess. Her eyes rove across the happenings in the bowl, kicking the heels of her worn work boots idly against the wall. Should the kitchen aide have sharp eyes, she will notice the approach of a certain brown weyrling. V'ros has his head down, his shoulders slumped, as he shuffles through the bowl in an inefficient path towards the garden patio ledge. He looks like he's watching his feet as he walks, glancing up or to the side only when he encounters someone within his periphery. It's quick, staccato steps that bring him up the steps and onto the ledge, his hands shoved in his pockets. His path is wending towards the Snowasis when his eyes land on Lycinea - causing him to pause, and frown. Undecided, he just.. stands there, and stares. Not creepy at all. Lya, as it turns out, was not so distracted by the obvious deliciousness of her wings as to not take note of V'ros' approach. She even took precautions by scrambling up from the edge and moving to thump down on one of the less dangerous benches - after all, she can always cling to the wrought iron back if there's shoving! Her last precaution is to hurriedly use her napkin to wipe up the worst of the sauce, but there's still some on the pucker of her pursed lips, coloring them a darker-than-usual red. She's pretending not to look, but since he's staring she's caught on her first surreptitious glance and her cheeks color prettily. She stands, as if to, you know, do something, but then she's just stands there, awkward, flexing her fingers into and out of uneasy fists. The weyrling's mouth moves as if to speak, but no words come out. He's left there, staring, with a frown straining his face. One of them is going to have to be the brave one; V'ros will try, taking a few steps forward. "Lycinea." His voice is unwavering, but he coughs and clears his throat anyway. "How are.. how are you?" He seems contrite given the circumstances. It's probably weird that Lycinea still jumps a little when he actually speaks to her, but she hurriedly tries to hide it and the reviving of her flush by stepping confidently toward him, leaving the nearly finished wing basket on the bench, her hands folding behind her back. "Fine. I mean. Well. I'm well. Thank you.. And you... V'ros?" At least she used his name this time and not his old name. She rocks forward onto her toes and back onto her heels, likely unaware of the motion, adding a moment later, "And Zmeyth?" Clouded eyes follow the girl's progress forward, slipping down to the ground when she's in front of him. V'ros scrubs a hand over his head in his usual nervous habit. "Good. That's.. yeah.. that's good. Great." He flicks another look up, eyebrows lifting with them. "I'm ..good. We are.. flying, now." Conversation isn't his strong point. If she didn't already know. But his new struggle to form words and sentences might remind her. "He's.. great. Yeah, he's.. we're.. well, we like what we've learned." Wince. Lya listens, her eyes ranging to him and away and back again. "I puked." She volunteers without thinking. This is good conversation fodder, right? "When I flew, the last time, a couple days after the hatching." She fills in hurriedly, "I hadn't since I was six and this pervy old bronzerider took me to this gather and bought me clothes and--" Because that's not creepy and weird, "I puked on his boots. So, anyway," she tries to explain how this relates at all. "It's good that you're liking flying, and... not... puking on him." It's now that it seems to really hit Lya just how poor a path she travelled to try to relate. "What are you learning this month?" She tries. That can't be an awkward question, can it? "Ah." A slow nod follows the simple sound, V'ros absorbing that bit of information. "That's.. I puked. Too." He looks down again, shuffling his feet in place. "I never liked.. riding, but.. our first manned flight lesson.." His eyes close as his brows pull together. He sighs. Her pervy bronzerider comment gains a frown and an intense stare as he says, "Old.. bronzerider.. R'hin?" That's the first name that pops into his head upon hearing the description, evidentially. "That.. doesn't.. no, doesn't sound like him." He shrugs and sighs a second time, scratching his chin. "We're still practicing flight - longer distances, higher altitudes.. stamina." "Oh," Lycinea sounds surprised, and then she makes a stab at cheerful, "Well, at least we have that in common." Because that's a totally great thing to have in common. At least there's something else to talk about, "You mean the bronzerider who was Weyrleader here a million turns ago?" She wrinkles her nose, "No. Older, I think." She's probably lying, though, because that gives her a grin that does better at cheerful than her original attempt. "H'vier. The one that offered to beat you up for me. The one I told not to." She's not threatening him, she's assuring because that's not a miscommunication she wants again. At least she learns. Sort of . "Do you get to go anywhere interesting? Or take people with you?" Thank Faranth they have vomiting on dragons in common! V'ros continues to frown. "Older than that guy. I don't.. know.. I don't think I.." He stares off into space, letting his hands drop to his sides; his eyes refocus on the girl when she supplies the name. "That asshole? You actually got on a dragon with him?" Someone looks offended by this. Someone who has no business to say otherwise. Someone who snorts at the mere idea. "Dick." To H'vier, not her. "No, we mostly fly around here, around the Reaches, sometimes we can go a little farther but.. they can't handle much. Now. No one else, yet. Soon." "Hey-!" Lycinea snaps, her hand balling into fists and finding her hips. "He's not so bad, even if he is a pervert." The fact that she's now defending a man she herself just insulted smacks of some sort of proprietary feel. "He bought me a gather dress and all I had to do was dance with him." Which is more than Roz has ever done for her. Abruptly her hands fall away and she's asking, "Will you take me somewhere when you can take people?" At least Zmeyth is used to the vomit. "You let him.. buy you things?" V'ros gives Lycinea an off-putting stare. "That's.. uh, great." That's all he's going to say about /that/. He is much more comfortable talking about his dragon and vomiting. "If you want to. We can go.. anywhere," he says, like it's a novel idea, because really, it is. Flying is still new and amazes him, it seems. "Fort, Ista, Igen. Wherever you want to go, as long as.. I'm not busy." "Why not? Cheap price and it's not like I have someone else to buy me things or like I make any marks to speak of." One might imagine she's even paying the Weyr for the privilege of working with the way her pay has probably been docked for her many transgressions. Lycinea tugs at the bottom of the vest she wears. It's overly large and obscures the finer curves of her figure but while the patterning on the dark thing is busy, it's much less offensive to the eye than most of the other things she wears. "Balen Hold," she says abruptly and specifically. "Or maybe Ista Weyr. I think I'd like beaches." Though she's only ever heard of them beyond seeing the 'Reachian version. The tug of her vest doesn't go unnoticed. It just causes V'ros to frown more. "What's at Balen?" He sounds mildly curious, before, "We can plan something for Ista. I wouldn't mind the warmer weather after the Reaches." Never mind he's from around Tillek way. "Can you even get off duty for something like that?" "I used to live there," Lya shrugs like it doesn't matter. "I haven't been back in a long time." But then she's quickly moving on. "I suppose I'll have to be very, very well-behaved for a while," she sighs dismally. How awful a fate. "Or," she says, brightening immediately, "maybe I can get this healer I know to get me a couple days off." Yeah, conning Oliwer! That's way better. V'ros isn't so into this plan anymore. "Don't make one of the healers ..lie.. for you." He gives her his best disapproving look, which is, really, just the normal face he wears on a day-to-day basis. "Just.. let me know, when you've got a day off.. and we'll work something out." He adds with a rueful shrug, "In.. another couple months." Now that they've got a plan, he's got places to go. He'll take some reluctant steps towards the Snowasis. "I should.. go." Lame. The look that answers the not-different-at-all-from-all-the-time disapproving look is one of her own not-different-at-all-from-all-the-time. 'Uh-huh' it says. Because she's totally going to do what he says she should or shouldn't. Just because he said it. Lya completely dismisses the matter, simply saying, "Okay. In a couple months." And then she's stepping backward, but just one step. That ends the conversation, right? "Right." An awkward pause follows as he glances between the Snowasis and Lycinea. "I'm just going to.. go.." V'ros jerks a thumb towards his destination and waves the same hand in a goodbye to the blonde. "See you.. around." Then, he's turning, and walking away. |
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