Logs:Jabbermouths (not)
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| RL Date: 26 March, 2015 |
| Who: Alida, X'vae |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Two blueriders meet, greet, eat, and beat feet to the wheat. |
| Where: Nighthearth and Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 12, month 5, turn 37, approximately 20:00 |
| Weather: Grey; light rain. |
| Mentions: Issedi/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Kristaeva/Mentions, M'kris/Mentions, R'hin/Mentions, X'sten/Mentions, Xaerista/Mentions, Z'riah/Mentions |
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| Pulling second shift watch means Alida gets a later dinner tonight, the woman striding briskly through the nearly empty living cavern, then into the nearby night hearth area, in search of much-wanted food. Her riding jacket is already tossed over one shoulder, helmet and goggles shoved into the thing's various pockets, her scarf hanging loosely behind her neck. Slightly rumpled hair shows she's avoided the baths, likely, until after she's eaten, the blonde's green eyes keen on the kettle dangling above the banked fire as the scents of bread, wherry stew, and a few leftover nut pastries remain warm for those who are yet to be fed. It's not the first time that X'vae has sought out the relative sanctuary of the nighthearth to engage in quiet study; it is, after all, more out of the way than the nooks off the main thoroughfare of the inner caverns, more comfortable than the records room, and there's food! He has an as yet uneaten berry pastry balanced on the knee of the leg whose ankle is balanced on the opposite knee, creating a triangle that seems to fit his open book well enough, which keeps his hands free to (left) turn pages, and (right) take notes on a small pad resting on the wide armrest of the comfortable chair on which he sits. Horrors! Are there any of those rarer pastries left?! Thank Faranth! Alida makes a suddenly-quickened beeline for one of the upon the hearth right after she drops her jacket in the nearst chair, then nabs up a large plate and bowl. The way the blonde almost seems to mantle over 'her' pastry like a hawk might indicate the depths of her hunger, though tsavorite eyes flick out to check over X'vae's silent presence nearby. Habit. A faint and cursory grunt of 'greeting' is offered to the other bluerider as her gaze is already returning to 'business,' and - in short order - she's soon got dinner, dessert, drink in her possession, and moving carefully to 'her' chair to get things settled, and tucked into. On occasion, those incisive eyes lift, move to the entrance/exit...and to X'vae, as well. Odd...if he knew her typical proclivities. Initially, X'vae seems so engrossed in what he's reading and note-taking on that the blonde's grunted greeting goes unanswered. He must come to some kind of stopping point, for he abruptly flips the book closed and slides it off his lap and to one side of him on the chair, catching his pastry up in a hand and shifting long limbs to stretch out the stiffness that comes with long-time sitting. It's as he's biting into the pastry (which squirts a little red filling onto his face at the corner of his mouth) that his roving eyes meet Alida's and he starts hurrying to swallow to make a proper greeting of "Evening." She's a person who appreciates quiet, and so X'vae's lack of chatter is a blessing to Alida, the paler-blonde using most of her attention in assuaging her growling stomach...the 'beast' possibly overheard in the relative silence of the 'hearth. While the other bluie stretches, she can't help but glancing over on the sly, a healthy female's appreciation for a good-looking guy subtle in her guarded expression, but there. And when he finally enters into 'conversation' mode, Alida finds herself mid-swallow as well, her greens lifting to his blues in mostly firm fashion, a bob of her plaited head offered in lieu of words. She's not on the trail, after all, so a little decency in eating habits is shown. X'vae has some manners, too, as it happens, and one of them includes a brush of his hand around his mouth to clear the red deposit. His eyes stay on the woman a moment longer before shifting away as he sets his pastry on his notes and moves to tuck the book away into a bag at the foot of his chair. "You're Alida, right?" It's not an immediate question, but it comes as, still leaning down, he gets the book settled in the satchel. When his gaze drops for a moment, so does hers, Alida concentrating on getting more hot food into her yap and down the pipe...only to find herself looking back up at the man in faint surprise. Blink. Well, her hair color is rather rarer in an adult, and she *does* have rather the reputation, especially since High Reaches Hold. A small nod is soon followed by her mile-a-minute, harder accented alto, "And *you*?" "X'vae, or Xev." The man answers as he leans back up to reclaim his pastry... and brush the red off his notes as best he can, poor plan, X'vae. "Izazeth's lifemate." And a beat later, "I'm Z'riah's roommate. He used to be your wingmate." He licks a finger and tries that on the abused notes. A very quick, subtle communication with Ilicaeth confirms X'vae's facts with Alida, the woman nodding again as she continues tucking into her dinner, though she stops in mid-spoon-lift for a moment to look flatly at the other bluie for a long moment at his latter words. Noted without an emotion, "Still am. Just temporarily reassigned, fer th' moment." The Wing patch on her jacket is still that of Glacier, after all. Shrug, nom. "Yer point?" is inquired casually. X'vae's brow furrows, pausing in his attempt to clean the almost certainly forever-marked notes to look at her with a measure of confusion. It's after he looks at her patch that it seems to become clear to him, "Oh, sorry, no. Not you. Z'riah's in Snowdrift now, with me. Has been a while now. I wasn't meaning you." He looks back to his notes and decides it's time to slide them into the bag along with the book. His mouth opens as though he might say something more but a glance toward Alida seems to make him think better of whatever he might've said. "Ahh..." is very softly murmured, something inside Alida shifting from bristling to humored when X'vae apologizes like that...her flat greens now glinting a little. Around bites of her food is continued, "You two just roomies, 'r..?" More. As if she never asked the first, potentially awkward question, "Wha'cha' readin'?" The first prompts a laugh that's less uneasy and more 'used to it.' "Friends, roommates, not more." X'vae answers it succinctly, and at least his tone indicates that the question doesn't seem awkward to him. "An anatomy text. I'm taking a trip to Healer Hall later in the seven to do some reading in their library about what discoveries the use of the unbreakable glass and organ storage that they were experimenting with last turn has yielded, so I wanted to make sure I was up to speed on the old methods and thinking." He glances to his bag and then his pastry and then the woman, "So is it a temporary reassignment? The wing? It seems like it's been going on a while, hasn't it?" Glass...organ storage? That idea hadn't ever occured to her before, and - instead of getting ill or looking disgusted - Alida's lips curl into a bit of a wintry little smirk as she nods her understanding, eats somemore. "Healer..." is noted firmly of X'vae, the woman then jerking her gaze up to him again mid-spoon lift, then setting the utensil back down into stew once more. "If ya go three fer one, I might have ta assume you got a knack fer askin' touchy questions." Very touchy questions. She'll give him a little latitude this time, however, and remain unemotive, instead of adding the usual touch of warning into her voice and aspect. Shrug. After a nod for 'healer,' X'vae's hands rise (with the pastry) to make a peaceable gesture. "Sorry, I didn't realize it's touchy. Forget I asked. Just, you know, curious." He shrugs his broad shoulders and then bites into his pastry, and chews. Clearly, this is the safest route. She seems suspicious about X'vae's answer - how couldn't it *not* be? - but the man's apology does manage to mollify the touchy woman enough to allow her to give him another pass, more of her own chow devoured with only slightly lesser enthusiasm. Thouuuugh... "Must miss Monaco." Beat. "One uv' R'hin's buddies?" "No, not really." X'vae answers in candid tone. "I miss my sister, my mother, but not so much Monaco. Maybe the Monaco of my childhood, but not the Monaco of now." He shrugs. "I'm not sure I'd call us buddies, but I'm not one of R'hin's enemies at any rate." She digests that information in her usual fashion, Alida's lips then twisting just a fraction at the current lay of the land in Monaco...the woman then offering a whiskied little chortle. "Somethin' ta' be said about that, anyway..." Smirk. Of *not* being an enemy of the wiley bronzerider. For want of any further, obvious conversational topics, the paler-blonde asks casually, "Why not have 'em live here? If they're not riders, that is." "Something to be said for not being an enemy of anyone at all, but that doesn't necessarily mean one shouldn't ever be the enemy of another," X'vae ruminates briefly before shrugging. "My father wouldn't have it. He's a rider there and my mother's from there, and a posted crafter, no less, so." His hands come up in a 'what can you do' sort of gesture. "My sister's old enough to Stand, so I'm sure she will when the time comes. For Monaco." There's a few small nods interspersed with Alida's eating and drinking, the woman listening more as a stream of consciousness, now, than as a full participant. Though she's feeling a little more sociable than usual, the woman's not often a casual conversationalist...and she's not really into grilling X'vae, tonight. Quietly, "Yeah; yer kinda' screwed..." is noted around the lip of her mug, the thing offered a few slow twirls in her hands after she finishes the last scraps of her food...and that delicious pastry. The male bluerider finishes his pastry before speaking. "The nice thing about having a dragon is that it's easy enough to go back and visit." Obviously, X'vae is not persona non grata as Savannah has been known to have the trouble of being. "Have family here? Or elsewhere? Or is that a touchy topic too?" The last comes with the light inflection of a testing tease. "Not in Savannah's boots, then, I take it?" Alida murmurs almost glibly of the whole ugly thing going between that ousted Wing and the Monacoan Weyrleader. Smirk. A small headshake is the woman's first answer to X'vae's inquiries, her lips tipping into a reserved little smile before she comments, "Might have a few distant relatives down south, but nobody." Shrug. "Ilicaeth's all the family I need." Is there a faint puff of her chest, a little fondness behind that often-guarded gaze for her lifemate? "Mm, no." X'vae answers. "I'd have to do something really unforgivable to end up in Savannah's boots, as it turns out." Perhaps he tried and failed. "Good that you have a good one then. I hear some lifemates can be pains in the patella." The way he says it, with levity, suggests that his lifemate could only fall into that category when there's fond teasing involved. "Like piss off the Weyrleader?" Alida suggests in a tone that might speak of her having done just such. Nod. "So I've heard..." is commented of others' difficulties with their lifemates, though she addends, "Don' get me wrong; 'caeth 'n I got differing opinions on certain stuff, too." And more, if the woman's fond-yet-somewhat aggravated nose-wrinkle says anything. "What's yers like?" "Didn't work." X'vae frowns. "As it happens, his temper's not always easy to get up." The bluerider shifts to draw his bag up into his lap as though he might be getting ready to go. Yet, he stays in the seat, not making further move to depart. "Intelligent, empathetic, perhaps a little heart-strong, but pretty much everything I could want in a lifemate." "Lucky you..." Alida comments quite dryly, filing X'vae's comment about Monaco's Weyrleader for later perusal. Her pale head bobs in empathtic understanding, lips again finding a quiet little bit of a smile for all the talk of lifemates. "I second that...second." Snert. Alert eyes notice the other bluerider's possible move towards leaving, and she finds herself casually, though uncharacteristically murmuring, "Feel like a post-aperetif drink?" "Sure," is answered of the drink. X'vae shifting onto his feet pauses to consider, too late, "Did you mean now?" Like right now? 'Cause he's standing up and everything. "Well, unless yer suddenly busy..." Alida mouths around a faint smirk as she too stands, then walks her empty plate, bowl, mug to the wash bin. "Now, later, whatever. I'm gonna grab a drink, no matter." "No, I'm not." X'vae answers, shouldering the bag. "I just wasn't sure if you were finished eating. Snowasis?" He questions, nodding in its general direction. "Done...fer now. Probably have a late snack after I'm done drinking." Smirk. A definative nod presages Alida's stretch, a grabbing up of her jacket, and her move to step to the side so as to allow both of them to walk abreast back into the tunnels leading towards their ultimate destination. A gentle burp is covered by her quick hand along the way, the woman not bothering to feel embarrassed about it. X'vae's gaze flicks toward Alida at the burp, but he makes no comment. He clears his throat, before saying, "So how do you like Glacier? Guess it wasn't really Z'riah's speed, but I hear Glacier isn't for everyone." Along their walk to the Snowasis - as X'vae broaches the sensitive subject of Glacier with her - Alida has enough leftover guilt to actually look a little pink in the cheeks for a moment over her 'indicretion,' though the reaction is quickly banished in lieu of a faint bit of anger mixed with fondness. What a mercurial firecracker she can be! "Fits me well enough. Yeah...not fer most, really. Gotta be able ta hold yer own, be tough, I guess. Very loyal...watch out fer each other." And even pound on each other, if necessary, as some tales about the Wing are overheard by enough folks. Still, her home wing is still a sore subject, and the paler-blonde veers away from it with a decisive, "You work search an' rescue when you were at Monaco?" "Primarily, yeah," X'vae confirms of the search and rescue. "It's a different thing there. You prepare for different kinds of disasters. Wanted to transfer over to Snowdrift from Alpine after the storm at Tillek," he frowns, "but Alpine's a good wing too, so. Took 'til I got back from Monaco when my mom was sick to actually decide to request the change. Been learning a lot since." Evidently, X'vae has a passion for his work for he seems happy enough to talk about it. "I think loyalty is something I'd hope for in all wings. What is it about Glacier that makes it so important there, do you think?" She listens as they meander Snowasis-wards, Alida not feeling any need to interrupt or respond in any fashion aside from the occasional bob of her grape. When it comes, the woman's response is firm, clear if low. "Glacier...well, it provides protection ta whoever asks fer such." The sudden, black little smirk upon her lips is a little chilling in the mix of glowlight and shadows as they move along. "We've gotta have each others' backs...." A little angry, that, the woman thinking of the big-mouthed brown and his rider who near-perpetually stand watch at the Hold. "Can be life 'r death, sometimes. *That* kind of trust..." Is that a little more darkness in her voice? "...takes a certain kind uv' person...people." Ahh...and now they're entering the drinking establishment, Alida relieved at being able to use a legitimate excuse to drop the current route of conversation in favor of a clipped, "What's yer poison?" As usual, the joint is hopping. X'vae regards the other bluerider a moment before reaching to pull marks from his pocket to cover his drink. "Since you don't want to talk about anything I know to be interested in talking about, why don't you pick a topic?" He suggests mildly, apparently now not unaware of her unwillingness to even illuminate her wing's involvement in matters at the Hold. Those intense green eyes move back to X'vae when he speaks his piece, Alida assessing him for some moments before leaning her torso back a little and commenting, "I tend ta suck at generalized conversation." For a couple of seconds, she thinks of letting her reply remain just that, and then something nudges her into a muttered, "Just enjoyin' hangin' out with someone who's not a jabbering social butterfly...or an asshole." Her smirk is both darkly humored and somehow self-scathing. "I'm a bit of a jabberer," X'vae says with faux seriousness. The sentiment is probably true enough. He stands near Alida at the bar waiting for drinks. Late evening shows the typical spread of people here for drinks. The man shifts to lean back against the bar, letting his eyes float. "So what are non-touchy subjects?" "Just don't jabber too much when I'm around, okay?" Alida notes dryly to her conversational companion, the two soon getting their respective drinks from the 'tender, the paler-blonde likewise allowing her gaze to drift some. Inspiration! "You play darts?" Because there's one board open out of the three, and Alida feels like having a little fun. Already she's looking to get the 'tender's attention once again so she can have him fetch her a double handful of the pointy things. "I make no promises," X'vae returns with his usual warm wry humor. "It's in my nature." The jabbering. "I do," he nods to the darts, "But Zaz is reminding me we have dawn sweeps, so I'll spare you my jabbering and we can save darts for another day." The man downs his drink in a few swallows, placing the glass back on the counter before offering, "Alida," with a nod by way of farewell before heading toward the bowl. |
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