Logs:Laughingstock
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| RL Date: 8 November, 2015 |
| Who: Farideh, C'ris |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Farideh and C'ris talk relationships together. |
| Where: Garden Patio Ledge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 21, Month 3, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions, Jounine/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, Drex/Mentions |
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Partly sheltered by the curving stone overhang, partly exposed to the
weather, the wide stone patio serves as a balcony for socializing or just
plain drinking on a sizable scale. The repurposed ledge might once have
let two large dragons land, but now there's too much furniture for that:
two rustic tables with attendant chairs, plus a couple more in
particularly good weather, and a wrought iron bench situated to make the
most of the view of the western bowl and the lake beyond.
Other changes include rough little niches carved out of the stone walls to
hold glows in colored bottles at night, the climbing plant that's being
trained to grow up along the overhang, and the blue ceramic pots of
flowers that dot the edge of the ledge as a colorful reminder not to fall
off.
An archway leads to the Snowasis itself, housed in the ledge's former
weyr, while a few wide steps descend along the wall to the bowl. Snow clouds hang low over High Reaches, unleashing a bevy of snow into the weyrbowl that only piles the already-tall dunes higher. From the entryway to Snowasis, Farideh stands under the overhang, peering out at the white stuff falling from the sky. She's bundled in a sweater and festive winter scarf, with tall boots and a knit hat on top of her head, but appears to be uninterested in actually getting out of the mostly-warm interior of the bar however far removed she is from the actual hearth. C'ris is leaving the weyrling barracks when he comes trudging across the bowl, the flurry of snow going almost unnoticed around him except for the fact that he's bundled into riding leathers and his hands have been shoved deep into pockets. Despite everything, he's got a bright smile on his face, even as he climbs the steps to the patio ledge. "Hey there!" His greeting for the goldrider is light and enthusiastic, though he glances past her briefly before resettling his attention on her. "Shouldn't you be inside? Don't want you getting cold." At some point in the goldrider's observation of the weyrbowl and the flurries falling from above, her curious hazel eyes shift to the bluerider and follow his progress up the stairs. "C'ris," Farideh greets, with a tentative smile. "I'm tired of always being inside. I'm not going to catch a cold and die just because it's snowing." She cuts her eyes at him, but keeps her smile. "I hope you're well." "But you're keeping two of you warm now," points out C'ris with a quiet laugh to his words, smile turning to boyish grin as e reaches to adjust her scarf lightly. "I'm good. Great. It's-- been a good day." And the spark in his warm, brown eyes is certainly a happy thing. "How are you? And the baby?" Two gets mouthed silently, but she only wrinkles her nose at him after while he adjusts her scarf. "Has it been? I think I've only managed to annoy Jounine today and embarrass myself in front of the laundry girls, and there's still' the rest of the day to make mistakes," she sighs, dramatically. "I'm fine. I suppose she's fine? But I can't see in there." Experimentally, she pokes a finger at her belly. "Don't poke at her. That won't help anything," C'ris counters with the same hint of laughter, letting his fingers fall away from her scarf as he smiles at Farideh once again. "What'd you do in front of the laundry girls? I'm sure it wasn't that bad." "I don't know that she can even tell. It must be weird, in there. Does she know she's inside? Is it dark? Does she feel anything?" Farideh waves a hand around before tucking them both up into the folds of her sweater, which is particularly fluffy and soft. "I'll never tell. Then, I'll have to relive it. And how do I know you won't tell your wingmates? I'll be the laughingstock of the Weyr." The questions are certainly enough to draw a thoughtful frown on the bluerider's expression, and as Farideh tucks her hands away, C'ris will reach out to rest a hand lightly, hesitantly against her belly. "I don't know. I heard that they can hear your heartbeat the entire time. Just in there, listening to it." But then he's smiling again, adding firmly, "Now, you know I wouldn't. I think I am the only one allowed to be the laughingstock of my wing. Or the Weyr. When even the Weyrleader laughs at you--." "I've also heard not to put my arms over my head because the cord will get tied around her neck and she'll die, but I don't think it's particularly accurate to believe everything you hear." Farideh's smile widens into a toothy grin. "Did he? And yet you still defend a Weyrleader who would laugh at you-- for what? Did you trip? Say something impolite in front of a dignitary?" Cue her eyes rolling. "Well, don't put your arms over your head! No need to risk it," C'ris counters with his own smile, some warm humor in it. "No, uh. No. I don't think they'd let me around dignitaries. And just because he laughed--." A pause, before he tells Farideh quietly, "I asked Quinlys on a date." "What if I need to stretch? And how will I ever ride, again?" A heavy sigh follows and then a hearty laugh, before Farideh's covering her mouth with solemnity. "Oh, Faranth. C'ris, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-- but-- Quinlys? I love Quinlys, but I-- I thought she liked girls and she's-- she's Quinlys. That would be like you asking out Jounine." There's a slight flush, and C'ris' smile is gone as Farideh laughs, not even returning with her apology. "Yeah, well. She said yes, so," is his simple, firm response. "Maybe I'll ask Jounine out next if it doesn't work out." "I didn't mean it like that. I really thought-- I'm glad. Happy, for you, if that's-- if you're sure Quinlys is the type of woman you want to--" Farideh stops, mouth open until she closes it with a snap. "I'm sorry. It's your life and I'm not one to talk. It's not as though Drex is-- well. I'm happy for you." "It's fine," breathes out C'ris, accepting the apology without lingering over it. "She's-- She's a strong woman, you know? And smart and independent, but there's a softness to her. I don't know that it will work out, or if she'll be-- the one. But." He shrugs up a shoulder, breathing out the air that he was holding and smiling at Farideh. "Your pirate, right? Are you happy with him? That's all that matters." "I have to agree with that assessment." Farideh's fingers toy with the edges of her scarf and her head tilts to the side. "I hope you'll be happy. I hope she'll be happy. Whether that's-- together or not. She's got two weyrling classes on her hands." And then, a mock-frown and, "Sailor. He's a sailor. He sails on ships. He doesn't rob people, however nebulous his morals might be. I am. We are. Happy, for now. You can ask again once she's here-- things are different after babies they say." C'ris winces in apology, accepting easily, "Sailor. Sorry. Some of the dragonriders--. Well, it doesn't matter." He smiles to the goldrider, his shoulder lifting in another shrug. "It doesn't have to be that different. You'll just have more to love. A baby and your weyrmate." He doesn't return to the subject of Quinlys or his own happiness, only adding with a gesture to the waiting bar beyond them, "Here. Let's get you inside. I'll buy you a warm drink." "I'm sure," she sighs, of what the riders must say. "We'll see-- and yes, it's actually--" Farideh leans forward, staring up at the snow, and gives her head a shake. "I was hoping it would stop snowing, but it seems to be getting colder." She tugs her scarf tighter and then turns, only giving the bluerider a smile before she starts walking back the other way. "You can tell me all about this date you're planning." |
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