Logs:Milani Knows
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| RL Date: 19 November, 2007 |
| Who: Milani, N'thei |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| When: Day 6, Month 4, Turn 14 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Amerie/Mentions |
| It's late. The Common Room is mostly empty, the glows dimmed, the fire just about out, only embers lingering in the hearth. In one of the comfy chairs along the wall, Milani's all curled up, long limbs drawn up into the fastness of the chair, arms folded atop her knees watching the patterns the dying fire makes against the walls. One might wonder what she's doing up so late, but then she's not exactly announcing her presence. N'thei slips in, much as someone his size can "slip" anywhere. His footsteps are audible but quiet, his feet scraping across the floor while he enters the room. Frowning, surveying, tapping a stiff hide against his palm, he's just about set to turn and head back out of the room when he catches sight of the curled Milani. Two steps in her direction, a harrumph to clear his throat; "Amerie's not here." Milani observes N'thei's entry with interest, scanning the big man from top to bottom and back up again as he catches sight of her and steps her way. "Hi to you too!" she replies with an eyeroll and unfolds somewhat, feet dropping to the floor, arms to the chair's rests. "Yeah I don't see her either. She was in Stores earlier. Might be out for a walk or something." One leg crosses over the other and that leg bounces up and down a little, the girl's customary energy making it hard for her to sit still. "That's not particularly useful." N'thei continues clapping his palm with the hide, slap slap slap in an activity heavy with nervous energy-- not the knee-bouncing teenage-girl kind. "Look, can you tell her I was looking for her? Tell her..." He pauses, frowning, and comes over the rest of the way to Milani's chair. "Tell her it's important, that there's more. Yes?" "Sorry! I don't like, y'know, track her." Milani grins up at the big bronzerider, though her eyes drop to the slap-slap-slapping hide and one eyebrow quirks a little. "You look like you could use a walk yourself -- more huh?" The girl's chin lifts a little and she fixes him with rather a keener look. "Sure. I can play message girl. No problem." N'thei adds a cheerful-seeming, "Thank you." He looks at what Milani's looking at for a second, only just reminded that he's fidgeting in such a way, and triggers a smile of apology for the girl, to be followed by the pocketing of the hide. "And thank you for keeping your mouth shut, clever girl. --Why are you up so late?" "You betcha," answers Milani perkily and this time her cheeky, sunny smile surfaces and she pushes up on her feet, rearranging herself in the chair so she's more perched on its arm then in the thing. Apparently fidgeting is a way of life with Millie. "Not much point to opening my mouth about this stuff y'know. Though, it's not exactly super cold out anymore. So why there'd be 'more' I'm not entirely sure. Doesn't matter though. Can always stow it away back of beyond somewhere for a rainy day-like." Her fingers pluck at a loose thread in her skirt, tugging at it with a slight smirk on her face. "I don't have a curfew anymore?" Cue a glance to the arm of the chair, a flickered look to the floor. "If that tips over, I plan to laugh at you." N'thei has mellowed now that he's not tap tapping his way along, his hands at ease in his pockets, his expression milder though a little distracted still. "Different kind of more? Call it variety. You look like you ought to still have a curfew. Twelve or thirteen?" "Laugh all you want, /if/ I fall." Milani's grin stays put and her head tilts to the side slightly. "Ohhh, okay. Well, can't say that we can't use 'more' of ... 'whatever', so like I said, we've got places to put it." She kicks one foot out and the chair leans ominously. The girl's blue-green eyes widen just a little, exaggeratedly, not with real fear. "Ow. That stings. Fifteen, big bronzerider, sir. And I lost the curfew when I got this." She shrugs her knot-bearing shoulder. N'thei lets doubt have its way with his tone of voice. "Fifteen? You're sure?" He hmms in dubious acceptance, then raises his eyebrows in a news-to-me expression. "--Speaking of places to put things. Did Amerie tell you about Jolak and his apparent capacity for picking locks? Hardly a desirous quality given, well, given the way things are around here presently." He smiles, glosses over how exactly those things are. "Just had a turnday coupla months back. I'm of age, yeah. Over a turn now." The chair rocks again as Milani's foot kicks harder. "Jolak's got a lot of hidden talents." Smirk. "But no, she didn't mention /that/ one in particular. I'm guessing that means you're /real/ interested in some of thos eback of beyond store rooms huh?" With his head tipped aslant, with his smile tolerantly amused, N'thei comments, "Apparently, subtlety comes with age." He sighs, oh-well, and shrugs beefy shoulders in a helpless answer to Milani's latter question. "My interests aside, it's never a good thing to have people prowling where they shouldn't, neh? As an assistant headwoman." He lowers his voice to give loft to the title. "I would expect you'd want to look into it." Milani shrugs too. "Um ... sure, what you want me to be more subtle-like? I can keep my mouth shut, but all this dancing around stuff is kind of ..." another shrug. "I dunno. Anyway. Yeah, thanks for the heads up. I'll keep an eye out for the guy." Thud. The legs of the chair thud down and Milani slithers on back into the seat properly. There's a pause and then more quietly, the girl has this to offer. "Thanks y'know. For doing something." N'thei's smile comes... and goes. "Don't thank me, miss. It's not a selfless thing. But--" With his teeth to file across his lower lip, with his eyes focused off in the distance on nothing in particular for a moment, he takes a breath to shake his reverie before his attention refixes on Milani. "I suppose there's no point to youth if it's not corrupted, is there?" "Did you just call me /miss/?" That might be an odd reaction from Milani, but apparently she finds it highly amusing and giggles a little before seriousness takes over again and she stares at N'thei without saying anything for a while, comprehension utterly lacking for the space of a moment or two. "Huh." A glimmer lights in her eyes and she squints at the big man's face more closely. Hesitantly, one of the girl's hands lifts towards his shoulder for a light pat. "It's still worth saying thanks." And she nods pointedly at the embers of the fire. N'thei answers with a wrinkle to the end of his nose, "I could call you 'little girl,' but you've already said you're not a girl, and you've surpassed little." He holds his hand level with a guess of Milani's height, not so very far below his own, and draws up an eyebrow in a questioning arc. There's that easy-come-easy-go smile again for the pat to his shoulder, like as not that a smile doesn't rest easy on his face these days. "Right then. Here's the list. Seems a bit stupid to make you rummage up Amerie after all this." The hide from earlier, the one he'd been slapping so distractedly, makes a reappearance, now directed to Milani. Laughing outright merrily now, Milani slips out of the chair and upright, stretching to her own full height and peeking upward. "Yeah, little isn't the word for you and me both." She takes the list from him, eyebrows answering his early quirk with a full on lift and she takes a peek at the topmost-hide, squinting at the words in the semi-dark. "Let's see ... what /variety/ we've got going on ..." "I haven't decided what we're going to do with forty-one jars of grape jelly, but I couldn't see just leaving it there." N'thei's eyes travel down the page in a quick glance, likely an attempt to guess at Milani's questions before they arise, and he ends by simply relinquishing the hide to her care. "And please let me know if you can think up a use for ten jars of pickled okra, won't you?" "That's ... a lot of jarred goods," Milani notes, a little dryly. "At least that stuff doesn't spoil fast. And you can always dump vegetables into the soup and kids like jelly." Glancing down the list and Milani laughs suddenly. "Slippers?" Her eyes lift up to the bronzerider questioningly then she just shakes her head. "Okay, yeah, I'll figure something out. Work it with Amerie." N'thei insists with humor behind his eyes, "With as cold a winter as we've all just suffered, I think slippers are highly appropriate." He indicates the hide with a pinch of his fingers at the outline of it, from there to his breast pocket with a serious nod. "Just work it with her where it's quiet. --Now if you'll excuse me..." He nods to the door through which he entered, in an entirely different attitude than just half an hour ago. "Okay, okay." Millie laughs again and nods. "Don't worry. I may be cheeky, but I'm not stupid. We'll keep it quiet-like, N'thei." One hand waves a little, towards the door back to the bronzerider. "And sure, you're excused for whatever it is you big bronzeriders do." "Personally, I enjoy needlepoint." N'thei wiggles his beefy fingers, so hard to fathom with a dainty little needle between them, then ducks out of the room with a parting, "Sweet dreams, kiddo." Lest Milani get the idea he's taking her too seriously. |
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