Logs:Like A Brother
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| RL Date: 9 December, 2009 |
| Who: Kash, T'rev |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: T'rev and Kash are entirely platonic, even when naked and dancing. |
| Where: Hot Springs, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 6, Month 6, Turn 21 (Interval 10) |
| Floating in the middle of one of the smaller pools, Nakasha is on her back with her belly extending well above her, her arms spread out to either side. It's afternoon, and apparently not, at least for today, a time of peak springs use, perhaps because it's warm and sunny outdoors, and who wouldn't want to be out there instead? The young woman uses one foot to lazily send herself spinning, clearly making the most of being a little more mobile. The reason why T'rev is not using his own private bath might be obvious from the moment he walks in: soaked with klah from mid-chest downward, it looks like he had a direct encounter with an entire pitcher of the beverage. "Shells ..." he mutters, peeling out of his clothes quickly and making a face at the way his shirt clings to his chest. His clothes are left in a yicky slimy pile on the pool's edge and he hops into the water, vigorously scrubbing upward. When the worst of the liquid has washed off, he takes note first of the seemingly bodiless baby bump, tilts his head to the side and finds Nakasha's head floating. "Hey," he says quietly, but not so quiet that his voice won't carry. "Must feel good to float, huh?" Nakasha's ears may be underwater, but evidently the sound of T'rev's voice carries just enough that she can make out something-- though whether or not it's the actual words, well, that's harder to know. It's enough that she draws herself up, letting her legs float back towards the bottom of the pool, that belly disappearing mostly below the water line as she turns her attention towards the speaker. Her smile turns brilliant: "Hey there, T'rev. You said something, and I missed it, I think?" Grinning as she goes upright, T'rev nods. "Said hey there and that it must feel good t'float. Don't have to stop," the weyrleader says, though he wades a few steps closer. "How's things?" "Does," says Nakasha of floating, but evidently floating upright does much the same thing, because she spreads her arms out again and treads water, angling her back further backwards. "Like I can /move/ again. Maybe I'll just stay in here - or out at the lake - until I pop." She blows at a curly strand of hair sticking itself down her nose, failing to dislodge it, then adds, "Things're... things. You know. I'm hold-sized and grumpy about missing gathers. But how're you? Better than me, I hope?" "You'll get wrinkly," T'rev teases a little, hands moving back and forth through the water. "Yeah, can't be easy the last parts," he replies, sympathetically and steps within arm's reach, lifts a hand to tuck that bit of hair away off her nose and behind her ear. "I guess the big one at Fort will be too late," T'rev muses, then holds both hands out toward her. "There's some little ones going on already though, at the smaller holds." Nakasha gives T'rev a brilliant smile in appreciation for the hair-tucking, letting her hands remain mostly just under the water for a few seconds longer, until she draws them up to meet T'rev's as he holds his out. "Don't care," she says, probably in relation to getting wrinkly. "Fort's is right when they think I'm due. But maybe if I go /early/... that's what I'm hoping, anyway. I keep hearing all about the little ones, but..." She shrugs. T'rev folds his hands around both of Nakasha's and listens, nodding. "Probably won't feel up to much after," he says with a wry smile. "But if you want to sneak away again, get to one of those, I've got a nice big dragon and I'm pretty sure we could manage some dancin' if we got creative," the weyrleader says sincerely. Nakasha doesn't look like she /strictly/ believes T'rev on the not feeling up to it: she's going to be fine! But; "You think?" The idea obviously has some merit, a flare of hope audible in her tone. "It'd be like dancing with someone across the other side of the dance floor... seems kind of useless to me." Beat. "And you never answered my question. About how you are?" Some very serious nodding occurs on T'rev's side of things. "Yeah. Serina didn't do much but sleep, feed the baby and walk a little after Cedri was born. Though she kind of had a rough time of it," he relates then smiles at her again. "Wouldn't be that bad. Did you know that sometimes it helps when you're in labor to dance with your -- er -- a partner?" T'rev gives her hands a little tug, aiming to bring her nearer, but then he's also trying to lift one so that he's turning her under his arm, to step behind her and cross arms in front. "'Sides, this is where the creative part comes in. See. Can dance real close just like this," the weyrleader says quietly, though as with other occasions, for all they're not dressed and standing in a bathing pool, neither the gesture nor what he says have any innuendo to them. "I'm glad it's summer, glad to be warm. I'm not sure if I want to get into all the reasons I've got a lot on my mind though. Just might be good to run away for a little while and pretend not to be the Weyrleader and dance the night away, so t'speak." With her nose wrinkled, and her tone utterly dejected, Kash says, "I hope you realise that that's not helping at all. Just want it over with, so I can move on." But the dancing, however water-logged, seems to appeal to her more, and it certainly doesn't take much, as a result, to bring a smile back to her face. "I didn't know that. Dancing! And... maybe you're right. I feel so awkward and wrong in my skin, but there's still /ways/." Quietly, then, lifting her gaze to meet his, she adds, "Don't need to explain all that to me, then. I'm sorry that-- things are the way they are." Beat. "Funny, too: that's what K'del does. Pretends not to be the Weyrleader for a while, so he can be Kas, who likes to laugh and joke and tease his little sister." "Heh, sorry," T'rev apologizes sincerely. "Could be lucky and be up and running up hills the next day too," the weyrleader jokes a little and puts a little sway into that 'dance' they've got going on there. "There's definitely ways," he agrees and this time there is a little bit of naughty humor threading his voice, though he means that mostly innocently. His gaze meets hers steadily and T'rev smiles, hands tightening on hers. "Have to believe they'll get better sometime. There's always hope." He laughs though, nods. "We got a lot in common your brother n' me." With a much happier smile, Kash agrees, "Right! That'll be me." And she sounds almost determined enough to make it happen by sheer force of will. The sway makes her laugh, and she moves her body along to it, eyes closing for a fraction of a second or two, as though she's imagining something in the process of it. Though; "Bet that filthy mind of yours can come up with ways to do just abou tanything." She's teasing, amused by that naughty note. More quietly: "Have to. Right. Nothing lasts forever. Got to get better eventually." With a wry smile, then, she adds, "I know. S'maybe why... well. You kinda feel like a brother to me now, too. Hope you don't mind." Grinning as Nakasha leans into that sway, T'rev doesn't say anything until she accuses him of having a filthy mind. Then he laughs quite heartily. "Probably," he admits when he's done laughing and lets his chin drop down towards her shoulder. "Eventually. Just keep hopin' for sooner over later," the weyrleader says then chuckles again at her last. "Oh woe is me. Like a brother. Normally I'd be horribly disappointed," T'rev replies with laughter in his voice. "But no, I don't mind. I'm glad even." That laughter makes Nakasha laugh, too, hers dying down in the seconds after his does. "Least you're honest," she teases. And then, "Seems like you and me are both hoping for things sooner over later... just different things." She watches him in silence for a few moments after that, the only sound the sloshing of water around them, before, obviously pleased, "Good. S'easier that way. If we're on the same page. You're not my type, anyway." "Honesty's very important to me," T'rev agrees in spit eof the teasing and his arms tighten around her. Amazing. Another woman he can be completely platonic with even while butt naked in a bathtub. "Glad you feel like you can count on me. Glad there's trust," he pauses and his laughter has a wry quality to it. "But ouch! My poor fragile male ego's smartin'," he jokes at 'not my type'. Mock sadness limns Nakasha's tone as she intones, "Oh, poor T'rev. One girl out of the many has no interest in him... he may never recover from the humiliation of it." She can't keep the smile from her face, though, her teasing gently meant. "Might be the curls. Not sure I could ever go for a man with curls, really." She squeezes his hands gently as she adds, "Me, too. The trust, I mean. Makes a big difference." "Why's it always the ones I actually /like/?" T'rev keeps up the good-natured teasing and tilts his head back a little, winks down at her. "Too much like family?" he jokes further and frees up a hand to run through water-dampened curly locks. "But yeah, it does. It's good to have friends like that. So. My very dear girl. Are we goin' dancin' or not? Because even if I can't rock your world, I can at least show you a good time that way," the bronzerider says jauntily, way too pleased with himself at how he turned those double entendres up on their heads. Promptly; "Because you people always want what you can't have." Kash seems pretty pleased with herself for coming out with that so quickly. She uses her own newly freed hand to push her own curls out of the way, nodding. "Right. It kind of helps with the brother thing." She considers his question for only a moment, eyes dancing with merry delight at his turn of phrase, and then confirms with a nod. "Yes. Want you to leave me breathless... if you can put up with less than perfect gather attire on my behalf." "Go figure," is T'rev's amused response to that first remark, steps around from behind her and this time he aims to draw her hand up to kiss the back of it. "I'll do my best to leave you breathless and satisfied, regardless of what we're wearin'." Because apparently it's all about the on-the-verge-of-naughty-and-not-really-meaning-it teasing. "I'm gonna go find something that's not covered with klah and low-key enough for a little gather. Meet you out in the Bowl in twenty?" "Such a gentleman," says Nakasha in the wake of that hand kiss, amused but probably also pleased. She mock curtseys, too, though given the water, it looks more like an awkward bob. "Breathless and satisfied! What more could a girl ask? In twenty, then... and then you'll have to tell me how come you got covered in klah, anyway. Paying too much attention to the kitchen girls?" In the meantime, though, most of her effort's got to go into heaving herself out of the pool and back into her clothes. A gallant gentleman who will help her up out of the pool for sure. "Most girls would probably want 'undying love' on top of those, but I'm doomed to leavin' most of 'em unsatisfied in that regard," T'rev answers straightforwardly and steps away to get a towel from the shelving where they're left folded and convenient. "I wish it was for flirtin', but no, just bad timing," is the explanation about the klah. "I was goin' into the kitchen, the klah was comin' out and there was just no room to dodge." Which also earns him a smile - a beaming one. Much easier that way. "Most girls are--" She breaks off, makes a face, and then shrugs. "Can't always be like that. Usually isn't, even when people say it is. From what I've seen, anyway." Rubbing down her damp hair, she makes a face, adding, "Whoops! Bad timing, then. Less interesting a story, though, probably. But... why wish it was for flirting? Reckon that kind of story going around wouldn't be terribly helpful." "Because flirtin' would've been a lot more fun?" T'rev suggests with a wide grin and rubs his own hair dry, then daubs down his front, wraps that towel around his hips firmly. His clothes are balled up: he's not putting them back on, though he does stick his feet into his unlaced boots. "Could make the story more interesting, add some details," T'rev continues with thoughtful humor then shrugs. "A little flirtin' isn't going to make for much of a story goin' around. Not a big deal." Laughingly, Kash admits, "POint taken." She wiggles into her loose dress and then shoves feet into shoes, as, cheerfully, she adds, "Details! See, that's what makes every story more interesting." Beat. "Suppose not. Plenty of flirting around. Plenty of worse things than flirting. Anyway... Bowl in a few?" "I'll see what I can do about details, we've got a good ride ahead of us," T'rev notes and then bursts out laughing again. "Mm. Or folks willin' to make things other than flirting into 'worse' even if that might not be the word for 'em," he claims and gives her a loose salute. "Bowl in a few," he confirms and tromps out in just that towel and his boots, totally unfazed too. "Much obliged!" declares Kash, warmly, amusement visible in her eyes as well as audible in her tone. "People do like to do that, don't they?" That's not quite so jovially said, except she doesn't linger on it, instead matching the salute sloppily, and watching him go. Her head shakes: this seems to amuse her, too. Then, she takes up her waddling gait, heading back to the dorms for her change of clothes, and then out to the bowl to meet her ride. There's only a grin over T'rev's shoulder and a little wave. Twenty minutes later he's out in the Bowl dressed nicely enough, trader-style to blend in at a small hold's gather and not so fancy that he'll stick out. It's about a half hour's ride down the spine of the mountains and into a little valley where the hold in question sits near a crossroads which is probably why it tends to be gather central for the other even smaller holds around it. Mecaith puts down well out of sight, though not so far away that walking over is difficult. All identifying knots and so on are left with the bronze and T'rev will indeed show proof of his creativity in dancing positions, making young women breathless and hopefully leaving Kash satisfied with a fun day away, all without any hanky panky whatsoever. There's no denying Nakasha's complete and utter enjoyment of that half-hour ride, nor indeed of the dancing that falls. It doesn't take all that much to get her out of breath, these days, but that doesn't make it any less satisfying: it would be hard to miss exactly how much she enjoys the whole excursion, her very last before the timer ticks down to 'done' and everything changes once more. |
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