Logs:Interesting Qualities
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| RL Date: 27 April, 2013 |
| Who: R'co, Azaylia |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Azaylia bumps into R'co for a pleasant little chat. |
| Where: Greenhouse, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 18, Month 8, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Barnabas/Mentions, Hana/Mentions |
| Greenhouse, High Reaches Weyr A rustic and unadorned vestibule leads in from hewn spiral steps to a refitted ledge, enclosed by limestone pillars. Sturdy wooden framework captures elongated glass panes, tilted to absorb the most light during the day. The wash of heat from within, lush and humid, persists even into the dead of winter; the air is heady with the scent of fresh-turned soil and various flora. Long, deep troughs of soil line the inner stone wall, planted with an assortment of broad, leafy tropicals - practical and decorative alike. Fruit and vegetable baskets hang from rafters, optimizing space, tempting in reach with a perpetually ripening harvest. A series of stone shelving is devoted to flourishing, aromatic herbs and new green shoots; even the softest touch releases a burst of savory scent from tender leaves. Amidst the greenery, a handful of wooden benches have been scattered, making this a temptingly warm and secluded spot to sit. Shuttered vents serve to regulate humidity and heat given off from a small hot spring recessed into an alcove at the back; a secondary pool with cooler waters siphons off to provide a constant, fresh supply for irrigation. A small potting station nearby is cluttered with watering cans and gardening tools of various uses, with a wooden bin for composting materials tucked underneath. The sun's setting outside, casting a golden glow throughout the balmy atmosphere of the greenhouse. He may or may not be the only person in there at this time, but R'co's whistling a jaunty tune that sounds most definitely sea shanty-like as he works, bare-chested, amongst some potted plants towards the back. It might look like he's doing some sort of pruning work with a pair of secateurs, but closer examination shows he's actually tapping the sap from a spindly vine, catching it in a vial. From the craft complex, Azaylia enters with a stack of books held against her chest in an attempt to protect them from the heated, moist air. The jaunty whistling draws her near, already beaming in preparation for the gardener she's sure is the source. It doesn't fade, despite the surprise that lights her face at the sight of not a mountain of man but... R'co. Decidedly smaller, but still familiar, it doesn't halt her steps any. "What are you doing?" She doesn't mean to sound suspicious, but, "Does Bones know you're in here?" Genuine curiosity can't help but be tainted by the faintest hint of a warning. R'co looks up when he spots Azaylia, his whistling tapering off as his smile makes it impossible to continue. "Weyrwoman Azaylia, what a fabulous surprise." The vial in his hand is almost full with the slow dripping sap, and it pulls it away to cap it. A kiss to his fingertip is then pressed to the spot where the vine's still gently oozing, held there for a moment to halt the flow while he drops the vial into his shorts pocket. "Does Bones know I'm here? Not at this exact moment I don't think, no. I haven't seen him this evening, darling, if you were looking for him?" The secateurs are hung from the side of the vine's pot, and he cants his head to give the goldrider a cutesy, pouty smile. "I kind of was." Not that Azaylia seems terribly disappointed by Bones' absence, far more interested in what it is R'co's doing. "Though, I was worried you were doing something to his plants..." Vine and vial get another glance, before she's straightening up and looking somewhat sheepish. "He can get... protective." Territorial, like the big brute that he is. "But if you have his permission?" Books shift in her arms as she shrugs bare shoulders, pale yellow sundress all too suitable for the humidity they're standing in. R'co steps towards Azaylia, an amused smile tugging at the corners of his pouty lips. "I bet he gets protective - no, I know he gets protective." A light little snort is a gentle laugh, and he reaches to delicately pat the woman's shoulder, looking up at her now that he's closer. She's taller than him! "Don't worry, weyrwoman. Bones' plants are absolutely safe - that was one of mine. Neratian firevine sap has interesting qualities that I'm, ah, hoping to show you at our little tea party? If you'll allow me, of course." His eyes course quickly down over her dress. "Is that one Hana made for you? That is so your colour." Azaylia does her best to keep the guilt from twisting her gently curled lips, though they do skew with some amusement. "It's good that he's passionate about something." Realization that the large, ex-con is one to get upset over flowers does have her biting back a soft laugh. As for the vine being R'co's, "Oh? And, sure. I'm looking forward to it. Hana has it written down somewhere." So certain the notice will get to the brownrider in time, she's easily distracted by his compliments. "Isn't it lovely? I wear it all the time, while the weather's still nice enough." Books are pulled from her chest and cradled in one arm, out of the way as she twirls once to better show off Hana's handywork. "It makes you look even more beautiful, darling. Such a flattering cut. Hana has quite an eye." R'co watches the twirl with pure appreciation, taking a tiny step closer to Azaylia when it's complete. Besides the earthy aroma of the greenhouse that lingers in the air around them, the brownrider adds a distinctly fruitier scent to their immediate proximity; mango, if the weyrwoman's able to pick up on it. "I am so looking forward to our tea, weyrwoman. I'm sure it'll be a pleasure to get to know you better." He reaches out to pluck a flower from a nearby plant, which he presents to the goldrider by twirling it between his thumb and forefinger. "Tuck this in just so," he has to stretch up a little to be able to fix it into her hair just above her ear, "and you have the perfect outfit for a summer evening." He takes a small step back to admire the flower, then the picture as a whole, head canted slightly to one side. "Gorgeous, darling. I only wish I could stay to appreciate the vision longer, but this sap must be processed before it turns. You'll have a lovely evening, won't you?" His smile is bright as he touches his fingertips to his temple, saluting her jauntily before stepping around her to head towards the greenhouse doors. If she catches that scent, Azaylia's too polite to comment. The brownrider's gushing has her smile turning shy, "Thank you. It really is all Hana's doing. Her needlework. Her styling my hair." The dark locks in question are swept up into a bun with various braids, having let the hairdresser have her fun this morning. "I'm looking forward to learning more about your craft." For the goldrider has questions. Ones that won't be answered tonight, it seems. Reaching up to touch the flower, she's careful not to dislodge it before those same fingers pull away in a light, wiggling wave, "Have a good night, R'co. We'll talk more later." After being buzzed by flamboyant cheer, it can be said that the weyrwoman is in a better mood than when she entered. Still, the hunt for Bones does not end, even if it takes her out of the greenhouse. |
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