Logs:Lakeside Catchup
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| RL Date: 21 May, 2013 |
| Who: Z'ian, Barnabas |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Bones and Z'ian have a friendly chat |
| Where: Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 3, Month 11, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, Jo/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. With Rukbat hanging lower and lower as time passes, Bones steps across the sandy shores with heavy thumps of his boots, stopping once in a while to pluck up a sandy stone and twirl it a few times 'round in his fingers and then chuck it idly into the water. The wind has him occasionally rubbing at his bare arms to warm them from weather he's clearly beginning to find uncomfortable, a nagging discomfort that he finds more worthy of attention than the hair flying into his face. This place has the worst sort of seasons. Z'ian finds himself wearing his heavier jacket more and more often again, but tonight it's just warm enough to get away from that thing. He too is wandering along the short of the lake, this time from the opposite direction. He's even performing a similiar action, picking up rocks and then sending them out towards the water. However he's actively trying to skip them, meeting with some success along the way. It's with one of those downward glances to look at the rocks that Bones spots the untied laces of his sand-caked boot. By the time he's done binding it tightly back together and is back to his feet, the silhouette in the distance becomes more clear; Tall, male, and familiar. Z'ian? He smiles preemptively before the view becomes clear for either of them, but to spare the awkwardness of a long slow approach he picks up steam and jogs himself towards the bronzerider. "Hey Z'ian!" Called from a distance where he has no reason to truly shout, he moves in to wrap an arm around his friend's shoulders in a sort of side-hug. "Politics ain't killed you yet, eh buddy? How you been?" Ha! Got it. Z'ian manages a decent couple of skips before the stone sinks to the bottom of the lake. It's really pretty impressive the look of boyish delight that generates just from being able to accomplish that. The sound of his name picks up his attention and he turns his head, "Hey! Bones!" He lifts a hand to wave at the other man and moves closer in his direction. The question makes him laugh and he shakes his head. "Not yet. Not unless someone poisons one of my meals or suffocates me for existing. How've you been?" He asks, exchanging the side-hug right back and turning, falling into step next to him. Bones gives a few pats at the middle of Z'ian's back before entirely unwrapping his arm from around his shoulders, the breach of personal space concluded with a shove of four fingers into each of his pockets. "I'd be more worried that the stress of dealin' with Aishani is gonna send you willingly off a cliff face, Ha!" A stone that'd normally be plucked up and sent out into the lake is instead kicked idly by the big man, but the sand keeps it from tumbling too far up ahead. "Course, Tsanth'd probably snatch you out the air or whatever. And me? Man I caught myself one of them wicked bugs. Been sick for what felt like sevens. All kinds of weird colored liquids comin' outta me." "She isn't so bad. It's the daily encounters with Taikrin that I think are going to turn all my hair grey early." Z'ian dips his head down to roughly point at some spots that he swears he saw a few of them the other day. "Probably, damn dragon doesn't know when it's okay to let a man suicide or not. He'd probably want to keep me company." He grins ruefully, looking Bones over when he mentions he was sick. "You know, I was thinking that you were looking more trim recently. I just thought you'd decided to go on some kind of diet. I hear eating just carrots is all the rage these days." Bones tugs one of his hands free from his pocket to wrap it around one of his biceps as best he can, judging one of the few parts of him that vanity insists should not be more trim. It's that vanity that saves him from falling in to discussing politics deeper, at least temporarily. "MMph, maybe a few pounds sweated out from the fever. I'll get my strength back, just need to keep my food down for a few weeks. Good food." Not carrots. "How's Jo?" It hasn't been all that long since the ex-con has seen her, but Bones assumes that Z'ian's kept closer touch. "For a few weeks? Probably want to focus on the next couple of days. If you've been so sick is great for you to be wandering around out here in the cold?" Z'ian asks, concern beginning to climb somewhat. "Without something to cover your arms. And- Who's been taking care of the greenhouse when you're not in it?" Really. How does the world turn without Bones around. He quirks one eyebrow upwards, questioning. "She's fine. You know Jo, it would take a real rattle for that woman to be anything other than doing well. The rest of us." The bronzerider with his problems and the gardener with his random wasting illness. "Actually, I was takin' care of the greenhouse while I was sick. That's probably why it lasted so long. I'd trudge myself in half-alive and make sure most of my plants at least stayed in as good'a shape as me." He looks out to the water and smiles. "Which ain't all that good but..." he trails off, deciding to move to the next topic of conversation. "Actually, I was fixin' on tryin' to get me a swim, but summer slipped by real fast. This autum wind is rough. I still want to get some quick strokes in but... for some reason I'm just stickin' to the shore with my vest still on." Z'ian winces for that. Going into work when you're oozing different colored liquids does not sound like a good time. "At least they're still alive? More or less?" He suggests consolingly. The next topic comes up and the bronzerider hops onto it with ease. "It does do that here, gone in a flash. I usually keep swimming up until the first snowfall. Which we haven't seen yet, so I'm thinking of going in tomorrow." He smiles crookedly, "You won't adjust to the water if you just stand on the edge of the shore. If you're really feeling better you should just jump on in." "They're all alive, just a little more brown in some spots than they should be." Salvageable, with plenty of tender loving care. "As for swimming..." The left side of his face scrunches up in sort of a contemplative half-wince. "I think maybe my body's tellin' me it ain't ready yet. Maybe I'll join you tomarrow, eh? We can see who's quicker in the water." Nothing like competition to help push one to getting their exercise. "I'm sure they're looking forward to your return." The plants that is. Well and probably those other people that visit the greenhouse on a regular basis. Slightly disappointed he looks out over the water. "I guess that's fair. I wouldn't want you to get worse off than you've been. Tomorrow." He grins crookedly, stretching his arms over his head as they continue to stroll along the shore. He kicks an errant stone out of his way. "You're probably faster, given the whole being a sailor thing. I'm just a guy that likes to jump into the water." "Of course I'm faster. You think I'd challenge you at somethin' you had a shot at winning?" It's his turn to grin, one of his big pearly-white toothy ones that seems to stretch across his whole face. "Meetcha here about noon or something? Or do you got like... some kinda dragon leader thing you gotta get to around then?" "I think you'd challenge me at something you thought I didn't have a shot at winning." Z'ian replies back easily, reaching out to shove at Bones' arm. "Well, I did have a meeting of my dragon cult arranged around noon so we could sacrifice some herdbeasts to the skies. But, I can find a way to get out of that and be here." He jokes, flashing the other man a smile. "Really? Heardbeasts this time? What's wrong, you run out of blonde virgins again?" He gives a hearty laugh at his own joke, but the laughter is shared for Z'ian's humor as well. There's a bit of drift to the his walk at the shove to his arm, but once his balance is caught, he returns to walk alongside. "Seriously though, I almost bought it for a second. Don't play with my ignorance too much, or one of these days I'm gonna drag a carcasse into Azaylia's weyr thinkin' I'm paying her proper goldrider tribute or some such nonsense." "This is a weyr. How many blonde virgins do you think we really have?" Z'ian asks with a short, loud laugh. "I haven't seen any." There's more laughter when he mentions bringing the dead carcass into Azaylia's weyr. "I think she would be rightly disgusted if you did that. Though Hraedhyth would probably appreciate the snack. The dragon can eat." Seriously. She's huge. "Hrae is a monster, that's for damn sure." Intended as a compliment in both size and ferocity. "To be honest? She scares the shit out of me. Everytime we lock eyes she's just got this look like... whoa! Y'know? Just, bam, I see you there man meat, and you ain't nothin." He does his best to fill in the gaps with hand gestures and expressions where words fail him. "But she purrs like a kitty cat for Azaylia, so whatever." "Golds almost always are. They're so much bigger than the bronzes, even. But Hraedhyth is something else, she's even got Tsanth somewhat tense these days." Not that his dragon is all that big and dramatic like some of the other beasts at the weyr, but still. "I have a hard time imagining that. I'm going to have to take your word for it.' Z'ian grins crookedly at that, shoving his hands deeply into the pockets of his pants. A particularly nasty bout of wind whips some of Bones' dreads into his face, and though he doesn't vocally acknowledge the change to his vision, his steps slow for a moment or two as he gives a quick jerk of his neck to toss them back behind his head. "I think I oughta get back someplace warm, before my case of the sniffles comes back something feirce." He stands a bit straighter to look around and get a sense of where on the lakeshore they were in relation to a cavern entrance, having been a bit wrapped up in conversation to keep track before. "I'll see you tomarrow, right champ?" Z'ian pauses when the other man does, glancing back in the direction of the bowl himself. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea. I don't want to beat you tomorrow just because you're sick." He teases, tipping his head. "And yes, be ready to get your ass handed to you." There's another of his grins and when Bones starts off, he begins in the opposite direction. Going who knows where, really. |
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Alida (Alida (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 22 May 2013 02:57:24 GMT.
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- stupidly raises her character's hand to the blonde virgin thingie* ;P
Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 22 May 2013 18:05:06 GMT.
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Ha! Put Bones n' Z'ian together and what do you get? A lot of funny things being said. XD It's like they encourage each other just by existing/being near. Really funny!
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