Logs:Mave-Pink
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| RL Date: 21 March, 2013 |
| Who: N'ky, Cailluneth, Mave |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Only Mave can be trusted to lop off N'ky's precious curls... and he spills to her as she does. |
| Where: Lake Shore |
| When: Day 19, Month 4, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: The sky is clear today. The air remains cool and damp, but the weather is overall pleasant today. |
| Mentions: K'zin/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, Sabella/Mentions, D'kan/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. During breakfast, a weyrbrat will have approached Mave with a note. Written on the scraped-clean hide in a scrawly sort of handwriting is a simple message - Please come to the lake after breakfast? - N'ky. Though the weyrling was clearly in the cavern at some point having breakfast, he's nowhere to be found at the time of the note's delivery - nowhere other than the lake, of course, where he sits on the shore with his trousers rolled up to his knees, bare-chested and wet from head to toe with a towel looped around his neck. Cailluneth pounces at waves, chest-deep in the water; no doubt she's the reason why N'ky is soaked. A note she now clutches, crinkled into scrap in her hand as Mave bounds down to the lake shore, her round face touched with a notion of her harried pace; making a deliberate effort to relax on spotting the weyrling pair, she's just trotting pleasantly come time to raise her hand and shout, "Permission to approach?" Squinting takes in N'ky's state, as well as the likely source. Hitting the edge of the sand slows her, boots touching, toe to heel. As her weight rocks back, the one boot catches the other and begins to peel the leather off. Drowning in her tunic, a familiar look, usually reserved for late nights. Slacks are also not quite work-standard, and when she shucks the boots, she looks ready for sleep. Cailluneth spots Mave and warbles a welcome, the flare of her wings showering droplets that catch in the light. It's a phenomenon that doesn't go unmissed by the little green, and she quickly repeats it, turning her head to watch the spray as she spreads her wings over and over. N'ky leans back and looks over his shoulder, giving Mave a toothy grin and beckoning her forward with a tilt of his head. "H-hi." He pats the sand beside him, inviting her to sit, if she will. Grin catching, softening, Mave watches Cailluenth's entertainment, leaving her boots where they've been slipped off at the sand's beginning and striding down, barefoot, to tentatively join N'ky closer to the water. "Should I also have brought a towel?" She asks with exaggerated caution, stuffing the crumpled note in her pants' back pocket. Putting off sitting, she plays her toes into the sand, watching them vanish between grains. A constant crinkle under one eye betrays a worry slithering around beneath everything. "Hey, Cailluenth," she greets, friendly despite, before bobbing her head at N'ky. Here, legs drop bonelessly, shifting in the last second to bend beneath her so that she lands in the sand lazily cross-legged and eying him. "So, what's on the agenda?" "She says hello. W-well... she sends yellow and s-sparkly stuff and Mave-pink. It's like a hello." Yes, she has her own colour in Cailluneth's rainbow vocabulary. N'ky echoes Mave's pose, crossing his own long legs and leaning forward on them with one elbow propped on his knee. He reaches to the side, fumbles about blindly, then produces a pair of scissors, held out handles-first towards Mave. His smile fades a little, expression turning hopeful with a pleading quirk of one brow up beneath the curls that fall forth over his forehead - one of which has perfect timing in falling right over one of his eyes. N'ky blows upward to clear it. Smiling prevails merrily, a blank sort of pleasantness accepting the dragon's peculiarities until-- "Mave pink?" A beat. "Mave pink?" So-named Mave'd be scandalized, once she's beaten the confusion down. A good warm-up for the frowning eyebrows and perturbed mouth that meet the revelation of the scissors, banishing what curiosity had sprouted at his groping about. From his eyebrow to the scissors to his hair, to the scissors, to Cailluenth, to his hair. Then, "Oh no." Where her fingers had been poised to take the scissors merely because they were being offered, and isn't that what's done, her palm juts up to refuse. "You're not asking me to-- not the curls." But, just as soon, she's twisted her fingers to take the scissors with a heavy sigh. "Right, right. It's gotta be done. Don't you guys have weyrlingmasters for this?" While scooting along the sand closer to his shoulder. Curiosity draws Cailluneth out of the water and towards them. She waits until she's within a metre before shaking herself off, showering the pair of them. Not that it matters to Nicky, who's already wet. "Pink," he confirms, with a look that's both rueful and amused. "Sh-she picked it." Cai presses her muzzle to Mave's scissors-bearing hand, then lies down in the sand with her tail draped over N'ky's knee. "They'll grow back, I p-promise. And... I wanted you to do it. Um... I t-trust you." Dripping hair hanging down past her ears and shoulders, shoulder of her tunic on one side damp and heavier, Mave stares upon him, "Did she." Green's press of muzzle seems permission enough, as Mave commences her sidling to sit behind N'ky, maneuvering with her free palm and one knee, till she's dragged her cross-leggedness all the way and one knobby knee is prodding him in the back. "Well," she murmurs very matter-of-factly, "I don't see why." Pink, trust, or both. None expounded on. Trying to get a good angle on N'ky's wayward curls proves absorbing. She gets a handful of them and they spring away. Chasing after pushes her chest against him as she partially sits up, balancing by the mere strength of her thighs-- who care not for the activity. Grumbling, "You're even a giant sitting down," she uncurls, planting on knees to get taller so as to overlook his entire head of hair. "Okie dokie..." "S-sorry," N'ky apologises meekly for his height, hunching his shoulders and trying to make himself smaller... all without moving too much. Cailluneth wants a good view, so she shifts about to sit in front of him, one paw on his knee to pop herself up so she can peer with blue-whirled eyes at Mave - they're nearly the same height, so it's not too much of a stretch for the tubby green. "Is that better?" He's as low as he can get - or almost as low, as he suddenly realises that planting his hands behind him and leaning back will get him lower. So he does so, leaning into Mave in the process and butting her chest with the back of his head. "O-oh. Um." Cheeks flaring red, he quickly rectifies his position, propped up just enough to be at round about the right height. "B-better now?" A hand catches his bumping shoulder, positioning him firmly. "Just as long as you stop squirming." Mave eyes Cailluneth across the way, peering into whirling dragon ones. "Are you going to be my helper, or my critic?" She waits a short time, pause for a response, but doesn't linger. N'ky's curls are caught up by her free hand, played through her spread fingers as she contemplates where to begin. "How short do you want it?" A couple more twists and massage of fingers, becoming increasingly less practical and more fanciful. Light squirming of her knees against him precedes a snort, "Dammit, and I can't even kiss you one more time with them-- ah well-- " a swift recovery heralds the metallic shink of the scissors opening. ... and N'ky pulling quickly away, turning around to look wide-eyed at Mave. "Wh-what?" Blink. "Wh-what one more time?" Cailluneth rasp-purrs, butting her head against his cheek, then nuzzling into his curls with a snort of breath ruffling through them. N'ky reaches for Mave's scissors-bearing hand, gently lowering it, his fingers staying on in a gentle hold as he looks at her, biting down on his lip. "What did you s-say?" "Mother of a goat-herding wherry egg-- !" Panting out, Mave's jerked backwards, rolling off one knee onto the heel, stayed just by the touch to the scissors hand which had been on the retreat. "I said don't squirm, N'ky! That definitely qualifies as a squirm. Did you not hear the-- " and she exercises the scissors a couple of times to demonstrate the noise of preparedness. N'ky shakes his head, giving a little squeeze where his fingers remain curled around her hand, closer to her wrist now. "Nu-uh, Mave, y-you said you couldn't kiss me. Kiss. I h-heard that." And possibly not much else. His other hand goes out to Cailluneth, stroking along her neck before he curls his arm over her, just in front of her wings. The little green croons, coming forward to clamber into his lap, keen to not miss an opportunity to do so even though she's getting a bit on the big side to do so. "You d-did say that... didn't you?" "Huh? Oh yeah, y'know, cause you're a weyrling," easing back onto the curled toes of her right foot, Mave's simplicity fades uncomfortably as her eyes drift cautiously to Cailluenth, "Should we be... talking about this in front of her?" The scissors are used as a slight indicator, though her wrist has been restricted. A moment passes where N'ky's eyes close as he connects with his lifemate, and then he nods, just once, and looks at Mave with a tiny hint of a smile. "Sh-she's fine. She's... p-pink. Your pink. Um... sh-she normally is, when I think of you." He bites down on his lip, exhaling through his nose. "It's not just pink. It's... l-like your shooting star. A b-bit silver, a bit copper. It's..." His eyes close again as he visualises it, and he sighs contentedly. "Pretty." Finally, his fingers loosen, and he runs them through his hair. "Um... s-six months. That's wh-what Waki said Azaylia told him. M-maybe they'll have grown back? I-if you'd still like to kiss me then." Mave's teeth close of her lower lip, stoppering the little hum she might've made otherwise. "I may be getting this wrong, but aren't I supposed to me-pink?" It can't be helped: her nose wrinkles, upper lip rising, at the choice of color, more reflexive than truly disgusted. Mentions of the shooting star pendant soothe her till the wrinkle is just a pleased crinkle, "Well, you made it. So praise to you. Now-- " reminded by his fingers, she listens to what he's saying, but it's going to be while grabbing him below the jaw and firmly turning his head towards the front. "I imagine they will," she informs him, "It is what hair tends to do." Another warning slice of noise from the scissors and then she's gathered up some curls, brought the scissors across them and-- "... did you bring a comb?" N'ky turns his head obediently, if reluctantly, shoulders slumping at the deflected question. "Cai's thoughts turn Mave-p-pink when I think of you." A green head pops up above his, canted to the side to see Mave better. N'ky reaches up to gently ease Cailluneth back down again, settling her into his lap. "L-like they turn yellow for Sabs, or blue for D'kan, or th-this... this c-coppery-gold sort of colour for Waki." His fingers curl into the sand where he's propping himself up on one hand, while the other is soothingly rubbing over Cai's headknobs. "Do I need a comb, too?" She plants a knee against his butt and leg, anchoring him as the scissors hover. "Well... it would've been good for keeping everything even..." In the past; Mave squeezes down on the scissors and the first of the curls separate and flutter down to the and between them. "You might want to have someone shape it later." With her fingers, she does her best to spread the springy strands out, measuring each cut against the first. Snip snip, and more hair falls, some caught by a stray morning breeze and jumping along the sand towards the water. She's gotten into a rhythm before she adjusts her weight, commenting, "Thinking of me doesn't necessarily mean fine..." Watching his curls caught on the breeze, N'ky sighs softly - but only once. Otherwise, he doesn't seem overly bothered by the loss. They'll grow back! If anything, he might actually be enjoying the stroking fingers through his hair, since he leans just a little weight back against Mave's knee. "She's happy," he says warmly, followed by a contented little huff of breath. "She knows I-I'm happy." Fingers dig deeper into the sand, then flex out straight, only to dig in again. "She likes you. I'd know, um, i-if she didn't." Hair's starting to gather on Mave's leg, attaching to her sleeve. Every so often, she pauses to brush briskly at her arm or knee. "That's good," Mave acknowledges breezily, beaming over a half-cut curl at the draped dragon, "I like you too, Cailluenth. Seems like we have a good arrangement here." Scissors click shut and she shoves them sideways into her mouth for improper holding while using both hands to soothe over his head, pushing clinging cut strands out of the way and trying to comb through as thoroughly as she can with her scrawny fingers to see if there are any strange protruding lengths. While leaving her less talkative, that does not equal quiet. Humming strains through the scissors' after a few seconds, mindless and wandering along a melody then skipping over to another. No scissors means no risk of getting cut for moving, and N'ky takes advantage of that to lean towards Mave, tilting his head back into her combing fingers with a happy little sound. It makes Cai pick up her head, eyes opening slowly as she looks, curiousity whirling in her eyes. "Um... M-Mave? I'm glad I asked you t-to, um, cut my hair." He flicks a cut curl from where it's fallen on his lifemate's tail, then sighs happily, leaning back a little more. "You d-didn't answer my question, though." Mouth inching around the scissors, Mave squints at him, hand grabbing for his shoulder to twist him back the way he should be. But as he asks, she reaches up to remove her muffle first. "That's cause you haven't seen it yet." Moving the tool to her right hand, she follows up on turning him promptly forward. "Some of us have places to be after breakfast, weyrling," a soft tease, though she scans the horizon for a very vague indication of the time since she got here. Now that she's content-- enough-- with the one side, she begins snipping at the other to make it match. A prominent curl near the top of his forehead drops into his lap. "Question?" No maneuvering, no hiding; she asks sincerely. N'ky picks up the shorn curl, holding it where he can see it without having to move his head. Cailluneth wuffles at it too, then lays her head back down in his lap to slip back into some degree of sleep. "I, um, a-asked if maybe you'd still like to kiss me, i-in six months. W-well, five and a half months. That's when Waki said w-we can, um, do stuff." He shrugs his shoulders gently, trying not to move too much. A long furrow weighs over Mave's eyebrows, concentrated to match the slow and steady pace of her snip-snipping. Weight shifting, knees digging into the sand growing continuously more discomfiting, she replies helpfully, "Oh, no, no you didn't." Scissors slice. "You asked if I'd mentioned kissing, and then if maybe your hair would grow back. But I'm pretty sure you said if you want to. Like a statement." Shhkt! more and more tumbling down. One side matching the other, as close as she can in limited arrangements. The breeze picks up strands and takes them down the beach. "Anyway, even if you phrase it as a question now, I'm not going to answer that, because you two are obsessed." No biting maliciousness as she rambles on, just more practicality as her mouth tweaks to the side. "Five or six months from now is-- well, five or six months from now. What about living now?" Caught out on a technicality! "B-but it was kinda a question, I-I thought maybe you'd, um, a-answer... but it's ok." N'ky has the urge to squirm uncomfortably, but suppresses it by wiggling just his toes and sinking his fingers into the sand. "C-Cai and I aren't obsessed," he corrects mildly, quietly. "I-I, um, I like you. You're a g-good friend, Mave. A-and I, um, l-liked that t-time in the Snowasis, and b-before the hatching..." A sharp intake of breath, and the weyrling shifts all of his attention back to his dragon. "B-but, fve or six months is still five or six months. S-so, um, we'll see what h-happens then." "You and K'zin," Mave's own gentle correction. It's becoming longer between snips, owing to having to spend time examining the different lengths, finding missed spots or uneven cuts. "There, see? Friend. We're friends. Friends hold still." Nevermind the soft, warning frown, not coming to fruition, as he goes on. And, luckily, stops. Mave's own gaze shifts over to the green dragon nestled there tentatively then, with a little sigh, she focuses on hair alone. By now, there's barely anything left to call a curl. One or two over his forehead as she runs a hand across it to find their origin, sidling a different angle around his shoulder to properly measure where she can see how they'd lay when trimmed. "That's right. Think about today. What else are you guys doing? ... This time, I mean, you and-- " the scissors embark on a detour to point to Cailluenth's muzzle. "I am holding still." N'ky's gaze shifts sideways to try and see Mave without moving his head. See? Still! Barely moving, apart from his hands where they both now caress over Cailluneth's warm hide. "We've g-got an etiquette class, then, um, Cailluneth will want t-to be oiled and f-fed, and then I'll have lunch, um, then I'll h-help prep the f-food for everyone else, and, um... m-maybe Cai will want to watch the pens again. She likes p-pretending to hunt." There's an unusual tone to his voice as he says that; it suggests he's not entirely comfortable. "Wh-what will you be doing?" And a good thing he is, as she just snipped very close to an eyeball. With that, the last of the curls floats drearily down, and Mave releases a soft sigh -- only small octaves above the hard snort made for etiquette lessons. Having knee-shifted herself nearly to in front of him, her hand slides over the top of his forehead, resetting some of the more rowdy hairs, taking in the look. Brown eyes rove the top of his head. "Got to make sure mum took her medicine after breakfast, since I wasn't there," she murmurs offhandedly, frowning over an imperfect cut and rising up on her knees in front of him to correct it. Sliding down, she brushes at his hair again. Better? Better. A faint pleasure captures her mouth, without smiling. "Then I'll probably have to help clean up and prepare for all that stuff you guys just did. Hmm. Not too much longer on that, though." N'ky's own brown eyes settle back on Mave, either looking at her or drifting into that fuzzy place between his own mind and his lifemate's as they converse. "H-how is your mum?" He reaches up to gently, briefly touch her hip, then drops his touch back down to Cailluneth. "What stuff did we do?" Cai is shifted around a little bit so that they're both more comfortable, and he smiles crookedly, leaning his head towards Mave's hand, asking for more hair-playing. "M-maybe we'll be able to catch up at d-dinner?" "She's fine." A quick, upbeat answer while she stares importantly at the top of his head. Leaning is beneficial to Mave, so she clutches his face on either side and encourages him even lower, as she sinks to sitting on her heels. When his face's pointed down at her knees, her palm pushes onto his skull and just-- swipes back and forth, encompassing his entire head, so that there's absolutely no spare pieces messing up the look. "The stuff you just said. Oil, feeding... we help a bit, in the beginning with supplies and the like, what with weyrlings being exhausted and all. But as you get used to it," she shifts down to actual sitting, no longer hovering over him, and releasing her hands from his head. A shrug, "We back off. But yeah, maybe dinner." And rocking up onto the heels she'd been sitting on lends her a flightier look. He's officially handed the scissors, handle first. "If I'm not," and she sees just one more spot to rub at, then pick with a few fingertips to get it lying right. "With my mum." "Thank you for your help, Mave." Whether he means for the cutting, the oil and so on, or everything all together, N'ky takes back the scissors and runs a hand experimentally over the top of his head, floofing up what remains of his curly hair. "So w-weird," he admits quietly, pulling a face, "b-but thank you. I'll, um, t-try to grow them back quickly? Maybe Sabs know h-hwo to make them grown quicker." The weyrling rests his hand on Mave's shoulder, giving her a soft squeeze there. "I-I'd hug you, but, um..." A glance down indicates where Cailluneth is still in his lap. "Sh-she's getting hungry and itchy, so I'd best go." Another shoulder-squeeze and he then gets to his feet, holding out a hand to help Mave to hers. Grasping his hand once partially up, Mave yanks to her feet and begins the impossible process of trying to free all the sand and hair bits from off of her clothes. "Now I'm itchy," she scoffs, but her face looking up at them is smiling. "But she's got me beat with the hunger, so scoot along. Scoot, scoot." The backs of her hands usher them off; she, too, plodding towards where she shucked off her boots, not noticing that, as soon as she's turned, her teeth dig into her lip and her crease returns. "We're s-scooting," N'ky chuckles, bending down to pick up his earlier-discarded shirt and sandals. He's still in wet trousers, but he waits to watch Mave go before leading Cailluneth off towards the barracks, where food, oil and etiquette classes await! |
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Comments on "Logs:Mave-Pink"Alida (Alida (talk)) left a comment on Fri, 22 Mar 2013 00:17:55 GMT.
- giggles* The colors of Cailluneth. Gotta wonder what Alids is to her; red? Orange? Heliotrope? :D
Nicky (Nicky (talk)) left a comment on Fri, 22 Mar 2013 02:32:27 GMT.
We'll have to find out, won't we? ;D
Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Fri, 22 Mar 2013 09:19:57 GMT.
This was such a cute scene! Mave, N'ky, and especially Cailluneth. Into the cute basket with all of you!
My favorite part was when Mave freaked out about N'ky freaking out. That counts as squirming! XD
K'zin (Wakizian (talk)) left a comment on Fri, 22 Mar 2013 15:22:05 GMT.
Aaaaadorable! :D
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