Logs:Lakeshore Water Sports
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| RL Date: 27 April, 2012 |
| Who: Damaris, Taikrin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: It's a beautiful summer's afternoon-- Damaris and Taikrin make the most of it. |
| Where: Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 15, Month 8, Turn 28 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Warm sunshine and cloudless skies make for a beautiful day and pleasantly warm evening. A breeze tempers the heat with no humidity lingering in the air. |
| Mentions: Riorde/Mentions |
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| It's one of those gorgeous summer days, when it's warm (but not too warm), breezy (but not too windy), and perfectly sunny (but not too scorching). Dragons litter the floor of the bowl, sprawled out to capture the last of the afternoon sunshine, and the screaming children (many pink with sunburn) are only just now being herded inside from their lakeside antics. It's just the right time for Taikrin to saunter out of the caverns in a tanktop and cutoff shorts and little else. She appears to be joining a particularly bulky brown dragon sprawled nearly in the lake itself, who sniffs with mild interest at the bottle she's taking swigs from. Sunshine. It is the best thing ever. Heat. Especially now that the danger of burning is passing; not that she avoided it too well, because her face is a little less pale and a little more pink than usual. Having managed to again escape the kitchen in time for enjoyment of the day, she's reclined on a larger rock, feet in the water and her weight resting on her hands behind her. She's wearing her own tank-top and a little short sarong type skirt, all bright colors. Sandals are sitting on the rock beside her. Toes splash, she watches the children and the dragons and their riders. Lazy attention, but attention all the same. When her eyes eventually cross over Taikrin and the brown, they catch and stay there. It doesn't take long for her to pick her sandals up and slide down to her feet, and she picks her way over the rocks in the direction of the familiar face. "Yeah, I know right? Better cold, but whatever. Reckon she'll be up for a trip later?" There are odd pauses between sentences; likely Taikrin is getting responses from the sprawled brown. "I could-- what?" Szadath is the first to notice Damaris' approach: he lifts his head and blinks lazily, after which Taikrin twists to look over her shoulder. A smile breaks out on her own sun-reddened face, and she waves her bottle in greeting. "Oi, Damaris! How's it hangin'? Ain't too bad out today, huh?" Lacking her own bottle, Damaris lifts a hand to return the wave, her own pleased smile brightening a few shades. "Hey," she returns, stepping into the water and continuing to pick her way over. It's way slower going than putting her sandals on would be, but she makes progress anyway. Eventually she's drawing up, sending a hesitant smile up towards the brown before her attention shifts to Taikrin again. "It's amazing," she says. "Entirely worth getting up early for this morning. I wish we could keep it like this forever." "Early this morning?" Taikrin echoes, face twisting in distaste. "Wouldn'a been up that early if we didn't have to sweep out halfway to Crom." The brown rumbles his agreement, dipping his chin to rest back on the damp sand. "You off today?" The brownrider leans back against Szadath's shoulder, taking another swig from her bottle before offering it across to Damaris. It's plain whisky, cheap and warm-- but that doesn't seem to be slowing her down any. "Got away a lot more this spring to down south, so we ain't been without sun so much this turn. Still, nice to not have to take a trip between to see the sun, you know?" "No, I just got up early enough this morning to get the rest of my day out of the way so I could have afternoon and evening for the sunshine," Damaris explains lightly, taking the bottle when offered. She doesn't inspect it too closely before taking a quick drink, and when it's lowered there's a little cough and a clearing of her throat that goes with briefly wide eyes. The bottle is handed back over, smile resettling into place. "I...well, sort of. I get it. I don't really _know_, though." Impish smile, a light shrug. "Glad at least somebody's been getting to see it, though. I was starting to wonder if it still existed." Taikrin laughs, though not unkindly, at Damaris' reaction-- when she takes the bottle back, her own swig goes down with the ease of long practice. "'Least you got the afternoon off. Ought to have another couple hours of sun?" She squints at the sky, then shrugs. "You swim yet? Or take a dive off the cliff? We figured we'd wait 'till the kids took off. Szad's always a little worried he's gonna drown 'em, you know?" "I haven't done any diving, no," Damaris admits after making a little affirmative noise in response to the final question spoken, turning her eyes up towards the ledge with steps. "But I have been in the water today already. Not for long, there were...a lot of kids. While I'm not worried about drowning them on accident, the squealing gets to be a bit much. I figured I'd go in once it got a little bit quieter." She does wade out into the water now, though only to about mid-shin. "Few more hours yet though, yes. It should be really nice tonight too." Taikrin makes a contemplative noise deep in her throat, then crouches down to one-handedly pull off her heavy riding boots. "Squealing's terrible. If I wanted squealing, I'd set Szad on a wherry nest." Boots successfully shucked, she gives Szadath's shoulder an affectionate clout then wades in after Damaris. "Yeah, reckon it will be. Got plans for tonight? Or just gonna see what happens?" She's got a certain glint in her eyes as she levels a sidelong look at her new companion. She only goes a bit further out into the water, not quite to the point of getting her skirt wet. Damaris trails her fingertips through it as she stops, distracted briefly by the sparkly of reflected sunshine. "It really is," she agrees with the terribleness of squealing. When she hears Taikrin enter the water, she shifts on her feet to turn back and keep half-an-eye on the other woman. It isn't exactly wary, but...certainly attentive. "I don't really have any plans beyond 'lazy' and 'relax' and 'oh summer welcome back'," she replies lightly. "It needs to be refined still, but I can do that on the fly." "Ahhhh, yeah, this ain't so bad," Taikrin sighs as she sloshes noisily after Damaris. "Lazy and relax, these are plans I can get behind, you know?" She glances over her shoulder to look longingly at the bottle she left behind with her boots. "Thinkin' the same. Except maybe later, maybe see if we can get into a little more fun?" Her grin turns wry, and she cracks her knuckles together. "Know what I'm sayin'? Best thing about a warm night is gettin' sweaty, one way or another." Oh. Damaris watches Taikrin for another long moment before she's looking away again, some hint of color touching her cheeks. Water is splashed, though certainly not in the other woman's direction. No picking fights she knows she can't win. "Maybe," she grants. "We'll see how things go, yeah?" And it's a little bit further into the water she goes, a little content sigh escaping her throat. "Though the sweaty itself doesn't sound too appealing." "What? That's the best part! You must not be doin' it right!" There's a note of teasing to her voice-- and Taikrin is not at all afraid to flick water at Damaris with a crooked grin. "Either the fightin' part or the dancin' part or the gettin' naked part. I mean, which one of those ain't there to like?" "Oh, the getting there is good," Damaris agrees swiftly, laughing at the water flicked towards her. Oh, it's so tempting. She manages to continue to restrain herself though, both hands submerged as she wades out a little further. "It's the actually being sticky and gross part in the heat bit. On the other hand, that just gives an excuse to go for a swim, and...that's not so bad." "See? Ain't so bad." Damaris might be taking it slow-- not so with Taikrin. Despite her clothes, she drops down briefly to dunk herself completely, then shoots back up out of the water with a whoop. "Gettin' sticky is fun, gettin' clean is fun-- you can't tell me that ain't true. You know you like it." Dripping wet and grinning, she advances faux-menacingly on Damaris. Damaris laughs when Taikrin dunks herself, particularly with the whoop. She flashes a grin down that way, and then she rolls her eyes and laughs at the advancing. Finally, one hand is scooped and she splashes a good amount of water in Taikrin's direction. There is prompt bouncing away through the water, towards more shallow so she can move a bit quicker. "Oh but it _isn't_ true." That's her most innocent voice, and the words are spoken with a wide-eyed look that's sent the other woman's way. Pause. "Of course I like it," she agrees. "It's fun all around." "Hah!" Taikrin makes an incredible racket -- and an incredible mess -- as she sloshes at speed after Damaris back into the shallows. "I'll teach /you/ what's true!" And then she's launching herself at Damaris, arms spread to try and grapple smaller woman down into the shallows. On the shore, Szadath lets out a low rumble of amusement, coiling himself upright to get a better view. Didn't she agree just a few minutes ago that squealing was bad? She totally did. And yet Damaris laugh-squeals, when Taikrin launches at her, and then she's tumbling to the shallows and going 'oof' and then there is so much laughter. She doesn't try to avoid it, though she does try to make sure she's catching herself when she goes down, so that there is no smacking of her head or whatnot. Aaah, she is grappled and down. "Hey! Hey, it was a joke," she says, but there's so much laughter there. "I didn't mean it. Uncle!" Taikrin is aware enough of what she's doing to ensure nobody bashes TOO hard against the lakebed-- there might be a useful hand braced behind Damaris, or a clever twist of weight. "Hah!" she crows, utterly pleased with herself; she makes one last splash at the other woman before releasing her to smugly slosh back to the shore. "See? Don't I know how to show a girl a good time?" Laughter, and Damaris just leans back in the water when Taikrin heads for shore. "That was never in question," she counters, offering back a grin. There's a half-hearted splash at the retreating back, and then she's stretching and rolling to push back up to her feet. "You've never been anything but." She sounds like she means it, too. "Even if my hair is utterly a mess, now." Yeah, she's soaked. The curls don't take it well. "Yeah, whatever, it looks cuter this way," Taikrin retorts, waving a hand in Damaris' general direction without actually looking back: she's intent instead on recovering her bottle. "Wet and messy. S'how I like it." Turning, she raises her eyebrows pointedly as she lifts the bottle once more to her lips. There's an eyeroll for the compliment, and Damaris drags herself back to the shore to flop down a few steps out of the water, shoving her hair out of her face and offering up a grin. Another blush makes an appearance on her cheeks at the raised eyebrow look, though she does her best to pretend it's not there. "I s'pose there's something to be said for wet and messy," she replies agreeably. "It's certainly a lot of fun." Szadath lowers himself again, stretching an arm out companionably so that Taikrin can perch just below his elbow. "Szad likes it too," she offers blythly. "'Course, he likes fun too. Reckon if you don't like gettin' all sandy you could sit here, with me." She even pats the spot on his sandy hide. "He don't mind none. Better'n the ground. Basically, it's why I keep him around-- for sitting on." The brown rumbles, raising his head again to /glare/ briefly at his rider before subsiding-- sunbathing is exhausting work, after all. "Oh," Damaris says, and she's giving a more genuine wide-eyed look towards the dragon. A moment of consideration, and then she's shoving up to her feet and brushing herself off as best she can. Which isn't terribly effective, because she's wet and was sitting. Still, an attempt is made. Once she's gotten that as taken care of as possible, she slips over to settle herself carefully down to sit where directed. "Thank you," she notes, up dragon-head-wards. Yes. There's definite uncertainty, there, but it's at least accompanied by politeness. Sitting on dragons, not a frequent occurrence for her. "What's his full name?" "Szad? Oh-- Szadath." Taikrin puts special emphasis on the first syllable, much to the brown's approval. "He says you're welcome. He don't mind." He really doesn't seem to: he's put his head back down, and a shudder runs through his heavy frame as he relaxes into boneless abandon. The brown is warm, his hide faintly spicy and slick with recent oiling. "So, tell me. You doing okay? That kid giving you any more trouble about the whole harpering business?" "I haven't seen him in ages," Damaris admits, lifting and dropping her shoulders in an easy shrug, smile taking on a reassuring note. "So no, he hasn't given me any more trouble." One hand goes out, to sort of pat-brush at the hide beside where she's sitting, feeling it. Dragon! That's so cool. "I'm doing just fine, really. Things have been wonderful. How's everything been for you?" "Good." She shifts to straddle the brown's forearm so that she can sprawl her bare legs out to either side. "Glad to hear it. We been okay. Caught a green sevenday before last." There's smug pride in Taikrin's voice, and her look at Damaris is calculating. "Sweeps, Riorde, green flights, drills. It ain't super exciting, but it does okay I guess. Feeling like maybe slumming it out at this bar I know. Maybe check out a fight? Been a while since I been. You like watching fights?" "Doesn't have to be exciting to be a good time," Damaris says, again shoving wet hair from her face. Her head tilts a little at the calculating look, eyebrows lifting just a bit. "I." Pause. "Hmm. Yes, watching fights is entertaining, as long as I'm not actually at any sort of risk of being involved in them, because then I would get broken." A wry smile, for that. "Sounds like it could be a good time, though." "Don't worry, I won't let 'em get you. Being in fights is fun too, but only if you know what you're doing, yeah?" Taikrin speaks with the voice of long experience: as her skin reddens with sunburn, her myriad assortment of pale scars become more apparent. The normal set one might expect of someone miner-bred, yes, but also several that look more violently acquired. "Reckon we've probably got room to take you -- and maybe a couple friends? -- if you're interested, next time we go. Usually a fun time with the betting and the drinking." "I expect it would be a good time if you do know what you're doing, yeah. But I don't. Really at all," Damaris does not seem phased by this at all. She doesn't know how to fight. It is simply a fact of life. The offer has her tilting her head to the side, expression touching thoughtful. Eventually, she gives a quick little nod. "That would be fun, of course I'm interested. Especially if you're going to be there to keep me safe." That's followed by an entirely played-up flutter of her eyelashes. "Definitely does sound fun." "Well, good." Pleased with herself, now, Taikrin reclines against the curve of Szadath's upper arm. "It's a party, then. Next time we go, I'll throw you a heads up? Probably later this seven, if we don't get pulled into punishment sweeps or something." From the sound of it, this might be a not-infrequent occurance. "Sound like a plan?" "It sounds like a plan," Damaris agrees, and then she's moving to slide off of the dragon and back down to her feet. A warm smile is offered up. "I'm going to go put dry clothes on now, though." Pause. "Thanks for the invite. It'll be fun." There's a brief pause before she's darting in to attempt to give a quick one-armed hug, and then there is retreating. Hooray, plans! Taikrin is surprised enough by the hug that she doesn't have the time to try to turn it into something dirty or gropey; all she can do is return it with a one-armed hug of her own. "Hey-- no problem. See you later. Reckon we'll hit up the Snowasis once I'm done baking." Score one for her! Damaris looks pleased with herself for having surprised Taikrin, though only briefly. She flashes a brilliant smile, nodding her head quickly. "I'll probably see you there, then," she replies. "Once my poor hair has recovered." Poor, poor drenched curls. "I'll see you later!" And she's pausing long enough to pull her sandals on, and then it's off she goes. |
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