Logs:Just one night
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| RL Date: 3 October, 2014 |
| Who: Edyis, Alida |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Costume ideas float about, Edyis may give Alida one. |
| Where: Nighthearth, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 9, Month 12, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Steady, today's snowfall sticks, creating dunes on the bowl floor. |
| OOC Notes: Alittle backdated to allow for costume creation before the Event. Also: A few minor edits for spacing, a missed pose, plus another image. |
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| With its entrance located between the kitchen and the living cavern, this tiny bubble cavern is cozy, always kept warm and is filled with comfortable chairs and a small round table. At the far end, there's a hearth, outlined in ruddy, aging bricks, where a pot of stew simmers in the evening hours. Generally quiet, the nighthearth is the haunt of insomniacs and those seeking quiet from the bustle of daily Weyr life. Though it's still early in the day, it is perhaps unsurprising to find Edyis at the Night hearth, but the papers that surround her do not seem the usual records that she works on. About a dozen or more sketches litter the table where she sits, lost in absent thought, ideas for masks or costumes something that requires enough of her mind that her thoughts don't stray from it. Splashes of watercolor tint some of them. A feathery dress and beaked mask that looks rather like a wherry, another has a rather delicate looking set of wire work wings, with a brilliant wash of blue, each page holds a different thought or idea. It's not typical to find Alida here, either, but the bluerider's just finished with dreary sweeps, and needs to warm her body after enduring winter's brutality. While Ilicaeth soon deposits his tough frame into the hot springs not far outside the Weyr-proper, his rider sheds layers while pacing swiftly into this smaller cavern, looking for a deep draught of klah to wrap her hands around, fill her chill belly with. Not only does the blonde find her wanted drink waiting for her in the pot hanging over the fire, but... "Ed..." as well. Peer. The nickname has the young scribe looking up from her work, and a warm smile crosses her lips as she recognizes the source. "Al." The peer causes a lift of her brow. "Long sweeps day?" While continuing to peer at what the scribe is up to - until she passes Edyis, anyway - Alida nods her head, steps up to the hearth, lays her riding gear down on a chair facing the fire, and simply stands there for a long moment, absorbing the blessed heat. Her skin - of pale coloration, anyway - is blotched at cheeks with pink and hints of blue here and there, telling of her inner chill. Over her shoulder, that crisp, hard alto notes low, "Fuckin' dawn sweeps suck goat balls." Shiver. Finally, those pallid hands of hers reach for a large mug atop the mantlepiece - various bowls and such kept there by kitchen staff for Weyrfolk to help themselves to between meals - nab it and start ladeling in steaming-hot refreshment. "Costumes?" is inquired back. "Yeah, just ideas really. It sounds like fun, dressing up pretty, dancing. Wear a mask for a night and forget all your cares or worries." She smirks, "Not like a determined soul couldn't figure it out, but just for a night it might be fun." "Just for a night..." the rider echos quietly, then blowing on her klah loudly until she can sneak a small hint of a quick sip. Ahhh! The pause that refreshes. "Any ideas, b'sides avians?" Alida soon comments, slowly turning her form so one of her sides can roast, now that her front is re-warmed. "Maybe, Pirates - but that is too easy, firelizards and dragons, but that's too - common? I've got one in here that's one of those spotted felines from the southern continent. Of course if you don't have to be anything in particular, there's always the more freeform ideas, dark whorls and flowing shapes painted on the skin, or maybe even lines of poetry to become a harper's song." Edyis chuckles to herself, "Silly really." More blowing presages more sipping, Alida continuing to turn her body so that each 'side' gets exposed to the heat of the fire as she listens to Edyis, returns animation back to her own form. "Might wanna keep it more simple, unless ya got access to lots uv marks." Shrug. "Only one night..." the blonde comments quietly, perhaps oddly to Ed's mention of 'silliness.' Edyis considers that a moment. "Just ideas, Pirate would be cheapest. I've got most of the elements for that one." She tilts her head, "What would you want to be, if no one knew who was underneath. If you could be anything?" There's a hitch up of one pale brow for Edyis' words of already having enough 'piratical' garb assembled, the bluie noting laconically, "Been on any raids uv Tillek, yet?" Smirk, sip. And then Alida's presented with a question that she has to honestly think about, her brow furrowing slightly as she cogitates...while turning her opposite side towards the warming fire. It's only after some long seconds pass in silence that the guard allows herself to murmur so quietly that Ed might be mistaken she ever really heard the rider answer, "A woman." "No, but maybe I should start, might be good marks in piracy, though a trip to the gallows isn't quite on my list." She tilts her head as she process the last. Scooping up her papers and moving to an empty seat nearer Alida. "You say that as though you aren't one?" She tones very softly, curious but also very careful. "Dead-end job..." the blonde comments of piracy about a faint smirk, her hands retreating from wrapping about her mug to one now holding it by the handle. She still doesn't seat herself - even as Edyis nears, takes up her own seat - Alida now turning her back to the fire, though her lurid green eyes don't do anything but look out at the archway exit from the night hearth. Still quietly, but with a dash of dark humor, "Oh, I am." Blow-sip. "Part uv me. Inside." Her smirk this round is a slice of an expression that touches only half her mouth, and not her eyes. The scribe smirks at the pun, but it's the second part that has her attention, has her studying the bluerider in a whole different light. She lights on an idea, and the pencil starts moving over the page again. "Are we talking best gather dress woman, or just - unmistakably feminine?" Again, Alida rotates herself so her flat-featured face is once more facing the fire, her gaze leveled down into the flames as she nurses her klah. With Edyis' words comes a soft, low spate of huffed, dark laughter that lasts only a pair of seconds, the bluie noting a little crisply, "You ask an awful lot uv personal questions." She sounds only vaguely irritated, though. "I get that a lot." There is something to that smile though, something beneath it that seems warmer somehow. "Amazing the things you learn if you simply have the courage to ask. Indulge me for a moment though, you trust me just a little bit right?" The pencil moving more rapidly, pale grey lines beginning to take on a shape. "No shit..." the guard mumbles around a faint chuff of glottal humor, Alida then quieting to sip at her tea, and suck up more warmth from the fire, klah. Mmm. Almost casually, the rider murmurs, "I rarely indulge others anything..." Especially getting personal with her. But, perhaps this time, the often cool blonde finds it in herself - or perhaps in Ed - to allow a simple, "With what?" Edyis smiles quite innocently in fact. "We all have our talents." The pencil moving more rapidly until it takes shape. By the time the second question is spoken, that smile isn't quite so innocent. Passing the sketch over, it's a very different picture of the bluerider, Hair curled and pinned into an intricate style, the faint suggestion of cosmetics, lots of little soft touches that make more difference than a dress would. "It would only be one night you know." "Mhm..." is all the 'talented' blonde allows herself to respond with, Alida's expression hidden as she faces the fire...until Ed gets her attention, and passes over that quick sketch. There's a strange expression alighting mostly within those clear green eyes, though it manages to touch the bluerider's face some, as well: a little incredulity, some faint shock, a dram of pleasure...and always some coldness, plus anger. In lieu of saying anything, the woman instead examines the sketch, her keen gaze missing nothing, ears even less as she internally debates. « Once ain't gonna hurt... » her blue lifemate chuckles quite softly, nudging his 'wild flower' just a little. He's never really seen her like that, either, and Ilicaeth is incredibly curious. The rider half of the equation quietly debates, weighing the bad with the potential good (whatever the hell that is), and after a long play of moments, passes the sketch back over to Edyis, while she lifts the mug towards her mouth, then decides to gather up her gear, instead...said mug of leftover klah settled upon the mantle. All the while Edyis watches those expressions flicker. "Keep it." She answers when the bluerider tries to pass the sketch back, thoughtful. "You don't get to stay angry at me over it either. It's just a thought, just the idea that you whispered earlier." She seems more adamant about this, not that the reminder would keep the bluerider from holding a grudge over it. She does as asked, for once, the sketch kept with one more look, Alida curling it up into a scroll, soon to tuck it inside her flight jacket's outer, left pocket. "Thanks..." the bluie murmurs, all traces of her former emotions gone, except for a little of that near-constant, dark humor. "Look me up when ya get yer costume idea down. I wanna see ya bring it ta'gether." Vicarious enjoyment, perhaps? "If ya need transport ta collect shit, let us know." There's her slightly wicked little smirk-grin making an appearance again, the blonde wrapping her scarf around her neck before she steps back out slowly towards the exit. Delicious delight and dark delectation color Ilicaeth's flow of emotions as he gives his 'lida a ferocious mental hug, then spinning her around in his own, improvised dance move...something more martial than anything else. « Fuckitall; I love ya! » is finally rumbled around a sudden swirl of gritty humor, the fertile fields of Telgar bursting into life for some moments. Won't Edyis be (potentially) surprised when (if?) she finds out that Alida *is* going to the masquerade...but completely incognito. (Ilicaeth to Alida) |
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