Logs:Inquiry and evasion
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| RL Date: 20 March, 2013 |
| Who: Alida, K'zin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Alida asks, K'zin answers, but it's not the answer she expected. |
| Where: Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 16, Month 4, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Fog begins to coalesce in the very early morning hours and lingers throughout the day, soft and still and clammy. |
| Mentions: Alida/Mentions, K'zin/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, N'ky/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions |
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| Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr The rest of the bowl may be barren, grass barely surviving at best, but here by the lake, it's brilliantly green in the warmer months: thickening and thriving in the silty, boulder-dotted soil just before it transitions to soft sand and thence to the cool, clear water itself. A large freshwater lake fed by a low waterfall, it not only provides warm-weather bathing space for humans and dragons, but has one end fenced off as a watering hole for the livestock in the feeding grounds. The water there is often muddier than the rest of the clear lake, whose shallows drop off abruptly several yards out into deep water, and whose edge undulates against the coarse-hewn bowl wall: here close enough to just be bramble-covered rocks, there far enough away that a narrow land bridge divides the main lake from a smallish pond. Between are several rocky outcroppings that form excellent makeshift diving points, though only one -- across the bridge -- has a set of narrow, slippery, quite possibly tempting stairs.
Apparently it *is* nap afternoon for young dragons, for Alida too is out and about sans Ilicaeth, the young woman having finished her own weight-lifting exercises, and now leaving the bathing area after freshening up. Warm and rejuvenated inside her long, heavy coat - the thing shucked open to allow the 'warmer' weather in - the weyrling is taking a brisk walk on her round-about way back towards the barracks when keen greens espy a fellow weyrling all alone by the lake. Squinting to try and make out which one if her clutchsibs it is, Alida has to settle for 'likely male' and 'maybe someone she knows,' the bluie giving herself a small shrug and double-time stepping over towards the unknown one. When close enough to be seen and heard more easily, the blonde finally calls out a clipped, "Hoy, Waki..." as she's finally able to see him decently. Well, at least he's identified as likely male by this blue weyrling as opposed to the other things he's been mistaken for in the past. K'zin has just finished, it seems, with the stretches that have him seated, and has just laid back on the ground to stretch his glutes when he hears Alida's call. He squirms where he is moving to try to find where she's calling from (previously blocked by his knees), "Oh, hey, 'lida!" He calls back before easing into the stretch that has one ankle on opposite knee, hugging the knee toward his chest. Finally stepping up before the bronzer, Alida simply watches him stretching out for a moment, the blonde then looking out over the lake with clear green eyes far away for a moment. Low and offhanded; "Ras snoozing? 'caeth's finally settling better from that thicker oil." "Yeah. He had a pretty busy morning, so he wanted to take some time off." Beat. "That, and the big lunch. He's trying to gorge himself. I think he took some of the advice Cadejoth gave him a little too seriously. Thankfully, he can't feed himself, yet, so I don't have to deal with him over-eating and puking in the couch. It's bad enough mucking up the rest." K'zin makes a face, then switches legs to stretch the opposite. "How're you doing with Ilicaeth? Other than the oil. He letting you get a little more sleep?" Listening to the ex-Smith with a keen ear for things, Alida bobs her palest head - the young woman giving a grunt and a small smirk at the advice of Cadejoth perhaps having gone awry - then commenting over her shoulder, "At least he ain't *shitting* it out in 'iz couch. Barf's bad enough, but... " Cue a small shoulder shrug, and a soft snort. "Got Ilicaeth cured uv soiling 'is couch right quick. He just bolts awake 'n hurries outside, now." Beat. "Sometimes he even makes it." Head-droop, head-shake, eyeroll. "Yeah... now I c'n wake up being only *tired*, instead uv exhausted." How happy she sounds...NOT. And finally it comes after those introductory words of some small importance, the bluie turning around so she can face K'zin. "If y'don't mind me inquiring...What's up, Waki?" "Impressive, when he's still so young. Hard to believe it's only been fifteen days." The compliment is for the dragon potty training. K'zin finishes his stretch and sits up, pulling his legs up in front of him, arms wrapping loosely around his knees. "Well, hey, tired's a step in the right direction, right?" He tries to sound cheerful, but his dragon is the same age and requires the same all-hours spread of care, so it's likely that he isn't much better off in the sleep department, if at all. His expression is puzzled as he looks up at her. "Up? Besides not enough sleep and dealing with the inevitable loss of my hair and whatnot?" He's really not sure what she's getting at here, so brows knit and he waits for clarity. "We both had a stake in getting him up 'n out before an accident: *Both* uv us hate gettin' shit on us." Cue a low snork from the ex-guard, and her nod of agreement with K'zin. But now things are more serious, and Alida's moving forward, to squat down on her toes beside the younger male, those inquiring and keen greens settled on his browns. "Well...yer' even more easy ta' unsettle than you used ta' be. Maybe more irritable, too." A quirk of the blonde's head might almost silently inquire of some tacit agreement on Waki's part before she continues in her low alto. "Especially if you 'n Ras 'r around a bunch of people." K'zin can't help but laugh, "Well, that's definitely a good thing to be agreed upon. Have you seen that one brown? The one that likes to be dirty and always reeks?" He asks about one of the other weyrlings. "Glad he's not my lifemate." This is said with fervor. Then the puzzlement is back, and perhaps re-doubled. "Irritable? If anything, I thought Ras makes social interactions go more smoothly." K'zin may have seemed often pensive, withdrawn, occasionally grim, or troubled, but rarely irritable since Hatching. Then a thought occurs to him, "Is this about the lice thing?" A hand goes to his hair and he scratches. "I got lice when I was fourteen. They shaved my head. This--" He pulls the runner's tail over his shoulder, "-is the last three turns. I hate lice." A face made with eyeroll and slightly stuck-out tongue does indeed agree with K'zin about the brown he mentioned. "Ick..." then follows it up for good measure. As for the bronzer's following words, well, Alida listens thoughtfully, the blonde giving a little purse of lips as she rummages things around in her head, her gaze occasionally flicking to the ground, out beyond their current position, and even behind her. Habit. An small "ahhh" is given to Waki's words of the lice incident, a hint of amusement creeping into the guard's eyes at his unfortunate episode. "I figure *all* uv us likely go through crap like that at least once in life. Y'can't get away from it, living in close communities. Unfortunate part uv' life." Shrug. Hrm. "Wonder if dragons c'n get lice..." Off towards the barracks those incisive greens flick, 'lida's lips twisting into a frown. Ugh, what a thought. "Mm...well, maybe I misspoke. Y'seem...darker, somehow." Shoulder roll. "Thought mebee' y'd feel better gettin' a load off yer shoulders, 'r something." Back to the youth go those clear greens. K'zin laughs, "I doubt it. No hair. Unless there's lice that like hide over hair." The man wrinkles his nose at this thought, his hand going to scratch at his head again. "Can't say as I really have a load I'm carrying. I mean, I'm adjusting to having someone else in my head, just like everyone else. And Nick was being really weird about me being a bronzer and kissing Azaylia and stuff, but that's all sorted now." He shrugs his shoulders. His world may look different than before Hatching, but it's largely come to rights. "Well, that's nice t'know..." Alida sighs a little in some relief about the whole lice and dragons thing, then quirking her head again at word of Waki carrying a load. Cue another nod. "Yeah, I hear ya'..." is noted after he speaks of having someone else inside one's head, Alida still not truly 'used' to that. "Weird? Is 'e jealous?" A scritch at one of her cheeks tends to some itchy skin, soon followed by a thoughtful, "Must be gettin' old..." Smirk. "Yeah, can you imagine having to have something as big as them covered in stuff for lice?" K'zin shudders at the thought. Then he shakes his head, "I wouldn't say jealous exactly. More concerned that it was gonna go to my head or something and make me all different. I think he needs to get to know Azaylia more before he can think of her as a person instead of just a weyrwoman. He thought at first that there was a rule about not dating weyrwomen if you weren't a bronzer or at least a brownie. But K'del said there was no rule." There's a slight flush to his cheeks for having to ask. "Now, Alida, I only feel it's fair to warn you... You're sounding dangerously like my friend." His brows rise in challenge, daring her to contradict it. "Don't even think uv' going there..." the guard mock-groans, shaking her plaited head. Listening to word of Nicky and Azaylia inspires the woman to chuckle for a moment, Alida then giving a shrug. "Could see why he'd misinterpret that. I've heard uv Weyrwomen not cleavin' t'their Weyrleaders sometimes... and Weyrleader who got non-riders as their weyrmates." Shrug. "Takes all kinds." Perhaps the bluie's not quite as Traditional as her upbringing might lend one to thinking. Then of course, she *is* a guard. At K'zin's blush, the blonde tilts her head for a moment, then returning to an easy peer at her clutchmate. "Better t'know some things 'n be certain." To the bronzer's next statement, the young woman's lips quirk into one of her smirky little half smiles, those seemingly ever-vigilant green eyes burrowing into browns. "No worries, Waki. I'm not." Though her voice appears light, there's the ring of truth in her alto voice, in the firmness behind her gaze. "Yer' a good acquaintance." She *did* once tell him it takes her a long time to move into friendship territory. And with that assertion, the palest-blonde slowly stands, wiggles her knees around some, and moves to depart. "But I am growing on you." It's not a question, and the man looks a little too delighted by this. But before Alida takes the opportunity to knock the smug grin off his face, he's bouncing up to his feet, "Ras is itchy." He says, though really it's probably more the impending feeling of consequences for his confidence. He's seen how she's reacted to declarations of friendship and good will before! "Maybe I'll take me less than six turns after all!" He says with a laugh, then he's jogging at a quick pace back towards the barracks. "Git..." is all Alida allows herself to comment of Waki's behavior in regard to perhaps someday becoming her friend, the blonde lifting her hand in farewell as they both stride off, a laconic, "Don't getcher' hopes up, punk..." fired off at the bronzer over her shoulder before she gets out of easy speaking range. |
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