Logs:Graduated Greenriders
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| RL Date: 22 July, 2013 |
| Who: K'del, Telavi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'del's soaking wet. Telavi doesn't have a wing yet. |
| Where: Nighthearth, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 25, Month 4, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: I'zech/Mentions, Meara/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: After playing the scene, it came out that Tela was to have been tapped sooner, but the scene couldn't be dated sooner because of other scenes it references unless they were moved too, so let's not look too closely at the time here. ;D |
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| Nighthearth, High Reaches Weyr
After a while, a not wet-and-dripping-- and liking to keep it that way-- greenrider minces her way in from the caverns, very much watching where she's going even if she's not watching beyond, because any floor could potentially be a wet floor around here and wet floors are slippery floors. Telavi's neatly dressed with a Cirrus knot unhidden upon her shoulder, her hair piled up in a high bun with a few braids wrapped around it, their ends left loose like tassels. Neatly dressed, but distracted. It's a few moments after Telavi enters that K'del turns, evidently intending to move on to trying his back instead of his front-- which means he's well positioned to see her. "Telavi," he greets, as casual as a person can be when they (still) look rather worse for wear. And, after a surprised double-take, "You haven't been tapped yet?" Her head lifts, her expression surprise and a quick, unbidden smile, one braid swinging forward to dangle by her ear like so much jewelry. But then, not to look accusingly or anything at the man who happens to be the Weyrsecond, Telavi says brightly, "No." Couldn't care less! Not a care in the world! K'del doesn't believe it for an instant, and it shows. But he smiles, too. "I'd better give your new Wingleader a poke, then. Remind them to pick you up. Can't have you languishing with Meara and Quinlys forever, can I?" His fingers run through damp not-quite-curls. "Though, of course, vacations are fun." "'Them' sounds completely hint-free unless you are implying something... unusual," Telavi notes, quite as though it might not have been deliberate. With a glance at the tall bronzerider, she moves to the hearth even if he is standing there, the better to hold her hands not-unnecessarily to its heat unless he's taking up all of it. Or, possibly, even if he is. "A vacation would be nice," the greenrider half-agrees, regardless of how long she might or might not like to languish with Quinlys. Oh, and Meara. "Elevator duty and couriering keeps us busy. I suppose it's useful, arguably more than most," cheerful, cheerful, mostly cheerful. Telavi isn't that big: surely there's room for her in some of the space K'del hasn't taken. Room enough to not have to get too close to his dampness, even! "As long as you're not unhappy," is K'del's opinion, which gives no more hints. "Congratulations, anyway. Full rider, all that." The dampness might, after all, be catching. Telavi goes so far as to lean crossed arms upon the mantel, the better to look at him sideways. "Thank you," she says, politely, and keeps looking. K'del raises one of his eyebrows pointedly. What. What is she looking at? Not that his face isn't pretty... Casually, "Think Meara'll step down, now that you lot are all graduated? Seems like Quinlys is doing a decent enough job." Telavi raises one of her brows, mirror-fashion, sighs, and sets her cheek against one arm. She keeps her body arched away from the hearth somewhat, not leaning enough to invite cinders to pop out and char her precious clothing. "I wouldn't be surprised," she says. "Now that we're graduated, now that the place has been cleaned up, now that things have been sorted and sorted," since someone may have been put to work if she's going to haunt the barracks now and again anyway. "On the other hand, in some parts of the world, I hear the weather's getting better," which has to help the elder greenrider's arthritis even temporarily. "Poor Telavi," says K'del, promptly, putting two and two together. "Let me guess, you were put to work helping with all of that? Mmm. But wouldn't you decide to just kick back and enjoy yourself, if you were her? Not wait for winter to make it all depressing again." He turns, letting his side get some of the warmth from the hearth, now, which also positions him to actually face her, more or less. What he'll do when it's time to do the other side remains to be seen. "Be nice to get some of that weather here. I'm going to get dry, and then get wet all over again when I go home. Times like this, I miss my ground weyr." "It was awful," Telavi casually agrees. "I would have escaped, of course, if it weren't for the chains they bound me in, iron and duty and devotion." She broadens the splay of her elbows, just enough to let her lace her fingers together, free of fidgets. "I take your point. Perhaps I should preemptively emulate her while I can, the good example that she hasn't yet set me? And..." now there's a new curiosity in those green-today eyes. "Could you really get all the way to these caverns from the weyrleader's weyr? Or was it a matter of being less," a glance up and down, "sodden? Oh, I know about the links to the various weyrs from the council chambers, but... alternate passageways?" Not to call them secret, if they do in fact exist. K'del's mouth twitches, amusement barely suppressed. "Such chains," he murmurs, cheerfully. "My goodness. They do lay it on thick, don't they?" He seems to approve of her plan, but it's the last he answers, ticking things off of his fingers: "Council chambers to records room, records room to the set of passages just at the entrance to the Weyr, which is more or less under cover, and leads straight to the lower caverns. Sadly," for all that he's still grinning, "No super secret route. Weyr I had as a weyrling had a secret door, but it just led into the floor. Cave-like thing." Someone does, anyway. Telavi listens raptly to his account, at least until K'del gets to describing the entrance and she agrees, "Close enough, I suppose, you're right. Far less interesting. Maybe someday when the Weyr's flush and swimming in marks, we can add some in... what was your floor-cave for, though? Hiding? I wonder whether, once upon a time, someone really liked whoever it was that lived in the weyr below..." "That's creepy," says K'del, of the idea of digging down into someone else's weyr. Does it help that he answers, then: "Porn, mostly. Someone's stash was in there when I found it, and... well, it's probably still there, come to think of it. Plus some additions along the way. I'zech's got it, now." He's blithely conversational as he adds all of this, a winning smile set in place. He even takes a step away from the hearth: maybe he's warm enough, now. "It is, believe me," Tela is quick to agree, only then she laughs on his very first followup and then again, later. "Well, that sounds useful, particularly if it really does get cold at night, although it might be sacrilege to burn it by this point." She doesn't follow him with more than a passing glance, though that much does leave a smile curving up her lips. "I don't plan to ask I'zech about it, if that's all right with you." K'del looks promptly - but not seriously - horrified. "You can't burn it. It's a collection." A serious collection, even if he doesn't look or sound it. "Hah. No, that's only fair. Never talked about it with him myself. For all I know, he never found it." He shrugs damp-shirted shoulders; he doesn't much mind. "It might make a better story, not knowing." Telavi's glance tracks that shrug, briefly, and then she's turning away from the warmth of the hearth, tugging at the cuffs of her sleeves and saying, "I should go. But! Do you know anything about dragonpoker decks, the decorative kind? Because if you do," but that's for later, because now she's going, all but for that inquisitive cheshire glance. The question bewilders K'del-- not that he gets a chance to answer it. Instead, he'll stare after Telavi, head shaking. Women! So strange. |
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