Logs:Minion Returned
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| RL Date: 8 September, 2013 |
| Who: Aishani, N'rov, Jyani, Iesaryth, Vhaeryth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: N'rov is mostly healed, so returns Jyani to High Reaches. Shani and N'rov go to bed and talk about events and 'home'. No one notices Iesaryth's slight shift in shade and laziness. |
| Where: Aishani and Iesaryth's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 28, Month 9, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Ienavi/Mentions, Jo/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, Hattie/Mentions |
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| "Behold," N'rov says from the ledge below Jyani, his hand stretched up to her. "The Weyr of your... residence. Will you step down," slide down, maybe even jump down from bemused Vhaeryth's neck, "rejoin your cousin, and be welcomed into her embrace?" For that somewhat grandiose wording, Jyani has a tragic sigh. Not that she dragged her feet about heading back, no, but she does have to point out (again), "It doesn't seem fair that just because Fort is the oldest, it has some nicer stuff. But big surprise there." She sniffs, then jumps down without taking the offered hand, just because she can. Iesaryth is at least there on the ledge for Vhaeryth, to greet all of them with a soft rumble -- though she'll nudge the girl as she runs past the curtain and inside. « Was she helpful? » Consider that outstretched hand a wave, the better to attempt to direct Iesaryth-as-audience's attention to the acrobatic display of young Jyani, even if N'rov does have to distract from the effect by noting, "It's not as though we can pack up the architecture and give them here." He lets the two cousins reunite in peace, at least long enough to grin at Iesaryth before he saunters on inside. « She was, » Vhaeryth agrees after him. « I would keep her if he would complain less. » While he's at it, « He is being careful not to limp in front of her. » Not Jyani, this time. « I will tell her not to jump on him. » Just in case her rider was considering such a thing, but Iesaryth won't pass on the rest, not that Aishani might not guess anyway. « Did he complain? She does too, but the little one talks back to her. » Perhaps she does to Vhaeryth's rider too, if her behavior is any indication. And it wouldn't do for Shani to be too sentimental, even in front of someone who's well aware of her capacity for it, so any hugging or reuniting is well done by the time N'rov comes in -- though there's a slender hand on the girl's hair, before she's off like a shot again. "I'm going to make sure no one was in my room!" she calls on the way out. Suspicion runs in the family. At least it leaves Shani to greet the bronzerider properly, approaching to take his hand, pulling him in for a kiss. « Tell her that she can, but he must lie down first, » explains Vhaeryth. « 'Not sleeping does not mean one is awake.' Mostly he did not complain about the girl, no. » Since N'rov's not one to forgo such an opportunity, perhaps Jyani really was better-behaved around him. The man himself, evidently unaware of his dragon's tattling, redirects Shani and all that pulling by scooping her up in his wholly functioning arms. Once he's had his kiss, "Did you bribe her to do that, or was it all her own idea? Either way, I like it." « I... » Well. Iesaryth would tell her something, anything really, but there's no time before Vhaeryth's rider goes doing things he likely shouldn't anyway. « He is not being very smart. » She is truly disappointed; in the gold's mind, that's not exactly a plus. Her rider doesn't need the cue to look irritated -- or as much as she can after kissing N'rov, as much as she can with being in his arms when that's kind of the issue. "I didn't bribe her, but she's not stupid either," Shani tells him wryly, fine brows still coming together. She's mad, look at her. "You shouldn't carry me around. So take me to bed already." She also knows that's faster than arguing about it. It really is. N'rov grins at her and her eyebrows before starting up a mock march, hup two three four, controlled steps to make the right side match the shortness of the left. « He won't have pity. » It may not be smart to get what he wants, but he'll get it all the same, and Vhaeryth has no argument with this. N'rov does pause at the bed's edge. "All ashore who's going ashore!" He opens one arm stiffly, like a gate. Rolling her eyes, Aishani just winds her arms around his neck, and generally fails to be amused, though the light in dark eyes certainly says she's pleased to have him there. Whether she not-so-privately thinks he's being a pain about or not. Iesaryth has all kinds of logical arguments for why Vhaeryth should, but it's not her place; she merely settles down in the sun. And if she's faintly brighter, well. Maybe that's just the exceptionally clear day. If Shani's aware, she's not telling N'rov, taking her opportunity to escape to the bed, pull him after her, if with a bit more care than usual. No pity, she's just not breaking him already. "You look like you're in one piece. Tell me about how it went with her later?" With Jyani, presumably. Such brightness may be nothing Vhaeryth's consciously aware of, even instinct as yet untriggered; it may be that he only looks long upon Iesaryth as he often does, and angles his lean frame to soak up more of that reflected warmth and light. « You're holding back, » Vhaeryth surmises, amused without going so far as to ask. His rider's busy tipping over hers, his weight on his good knee, and any other care is all for her. "Later," N'rov agrees. Later, for other things like guards and Lords, for tithe that's missing and tithe that's been given away. "In the meantime, why don't you check for yourself? Who knows what fragments I could be concealing," beneath his clothes. « It's not for me to tell you how to manage him. » Because they do manage them, don't they? Iesaryth never minds Vhaeryth's attention, nor his proximity; she settles her head down and eyes closed, content to let him bask in her glory, reflected or otherwise. Aishani's not resting, no -- she likes the idea of checking, by her wide grin. N'rov's just that little bit off-balance, so she'll use that to continue his momentum to get him on his back -- and maybe, coincidentally, off either knee -- so she can undo his shirt without reaching. "I'll just start from the top and go from there. I wouldn't put it past you to hide something else you've done to yourself." And if he is, she'll find it. Quick hands are determined. « Why not? Everyone else tries. » Vhaeryth might be exaggerating, somewhat, but then he also doesn't seem to be holding too much of a grudge; perhaps he's too busy basking. N'rov's basking too, supine so Aishani can do her pleasant worst; it's quite some time later that he gets around to asking, "Any news from your family? Are they going to try and demand your minion back anytime soon?" through a yawn. She can still ask, « Does everyone? What do they tell you? Does it make sense? » Iesaryth has to wonder if it's at least viable information, or perhaps interesting if not good. Once Shani's about making conversation above a breathy whisper again, she gives a sigh against N'rov's neck, contented. "No, I don't think so. I'm sure they don't mind not having her underfoot." A pause. "I'm not around them as much as I was... recently, but it seems things are not-bad. I'll take that." « Little is new. » The bronze's tone is lugubrious enough to imply nothing is. « 'Over-self-confidence is equal to being blind.' That would require over, » and there at last is the glint of sunlight off glass, all of it humor. N'rov's got it in his voice when he says, "Not-bad, I'll take that too. Not-around, your decision or theirs?" « Never over. » Iesaryth might be wryly amused, but she hardly has stones to throw there, and she and her rider are both relaxed enough now that she can't be bothered. The sun is warm and she could sleep now if she wanted; her stretch is rather like Shani's, though the girl seems a bit less inclined to doze than the gold. For now. "Oh, mostly mine. I haven't had as much reason to check in, though I'm trying to. Did you bother worrying your family with this recent injury? Do you have to show yourself in one piece?" Vhaeryth's rumble is agreement, his nosing into her stretch entertainment, if possibly more for him than for her. At least N'rov doesn't try to tickle Shani, though his smile widens momentarily. "Now that your... parcel has been redelivered? And no, I did not strip for my parents, if that's what you're asking. They don't have to see a thing, though I'm sure they've heard a thing or two," or ten. "I'll display my clothed self at Turnover, and that will be that." There's only a long sigh in response as Iesaryth dozes off. It might make Aishani hide a yawn in N'rov's shoulder, her tangled hair, but her grin is in her voice as she notes, "Delivered someplace she could deliver, yes. I hope... I hope I didn't make things difficult, but to be honest, no one else is doing anything to straighten it all out. If a few strings can be pulled..." With a quiet snort, arm sliding across his chest, "That was not what I was asking." Which he knows. She knows that he knows. He delivers a laugh for her pun, and doesn't even have to cross the continent to do it. "We heard as far as the infirmary," not that N'rov was in the infirmary anywhere near all that time, "of her own successful delivery. Your strings appear to be," so far, "a success." After that, he mock-whispers, "I can tell you don't think I'm all the way better yet. You didn't hit me." "So far," Shani goes so far as to voice, cautious and faintly doubtful even now -- and that might be due to the next: "I did tell you they'd gone so far as to just start... forcibly drafting people into militias around Nabol? It's ridiculous." That mild accusation, even in mock-whisper, causes her to prop herself up on her elbow with great effort, managing some indignance. "I don't hit you that often. I didn't feel like it." N'rov leans forward to appreciate the view from even closer up, now that she's rearranged it. "If you say so. But don't think I didn't notice you used the past tense." Once that's settled, he gets back to, "That's still happening? I think when you said it, it was just rumors. There's the harvest to finish getting in, they'll need those strong backs." When he leans forward, Aishani gives him a look, then just kisses him. Possibly instead of hitting him, but it wouldn't be the first time. "Do you want me to hit you? I don't want to send you back broken now that you're all fixed up." Resting her head in hand, dark eyes serious, "A little less than rumor now, and the harvest is one of the concerns. If there's no one to bring it in, we certainly won't be getting any of it." "But would you send me back with a broken back?" Not that N'rov shows any signs of not enjoying the kissing, which he proceeds to do more of before returning to the less pleasant news. "There will be some, but not enough, and they'll need seed for next Turn. Let's hope there isn't any burning. How are your stores holding out?" Between kisses, one hand slipping up into dark curls, "I wouldn't send you back at all, but I promised not to keep you." Shani sounds very sorry about that now, every going so far as to pull back a little to pout. As for the burning or lack thereof, she has little to say, just; "The stores are all right. The way things have been managed has helped; the odd addition that was made also helped... but I don't know how to manage another winter. Some of the business I have with Jo might help, but that wasn't really the plan." A beat. "Do you know how yours are now?" "Who did you promise?" N'rov has to ask, as though asking why. The pout is kissable, and so it's kissed. "'The way things have been managed,' as though they somehow did it all on their own, without intervention from anyone. 'The odd addition that was made,'" same thing. But he's shaking his head, with regret; "Not my territory," and not as though he wants it to be, either. "All I keep hearing about is Fort running through his marks, and a lot of Boll's got stolen, so anyone can do the math. What we had saved up, though, that I don't know." "I sort of told Hattie, some time ago, that I didn't want to take you away from them, necessarily. So maybe that's not really promising." Certainly Shani's gotten around things more concrete than that, but she's in no rush to either get rid of him or lock him away in her wardrobe, fingers playing through his hair with a faint smile. "Azaylia did a lot of it," she says quietly. "And it's not a surprise no one cares where anything extra comes from. Anyway. I'm sure there's something saved, or something can be managed. It must have been in the past. It can't be the first time any of this has happened." That's rather dry; she would think the worst of humanity, even in the past. "I won't ask her if she thought you were promising," N'rov assures, the twist to his mouth curving up as he considers the future Lady Bluebeard, though then his focus changes when her voice does and she mentions the other goldrider's name. He doesn't question it, just lets it be. "Probably happens all over the place, one Interval to the next. Don't your Records have a guide to that sort of thing? 'A Hungry Weyrwoman's Guide to Spinning Food Out of Straw.'" "Promising in which sense? I think I'm promising." And she'll offer a slow smile to match as well, but after, Shani shrugs a little. "I don't think she thought I promised anything. I just... I don't know. It's hard to explain." Her fine browns draw together, a little line between them; she can't explain why she tells Hattie things, okay? With a short laugh, "Right, that's beside 'How to Win Friends and Influence Holders, Revised'. That's why I was so successful." She tries not to let that darken her gaze, but it doesn't totally work. "She knows you're that kind of promising," N'rov teases, without bothering to consult his senior weyrwoman on the topic; then again, it's not as though she has Fort's bronzeriders watch out for any old out-Weyr goldrider. Rather than press Shani further on the topic, he reaches back to capture her fingers and draw them from her hair to his kiss. "Hey, now. It's not your fault someone made off with the copy of 'How to Cope with Ungrateful People Who Aren't Grateful.'" Arching brows, "I don't know if she knows." But he definitely knows, and Shani has a smile for that and the kiss both, despite the fact that she's still bitter. Not quite so bitter, but enough to make a point of being a brat. "I suppose it's not," she allows begrudgingly. "I just wonder. If... a lot of things. I don't know. I don't know why it bothers me. I don't know why I care." Her fingers tighten around his; she rests her head on his chest, looks up. "I'm glad you're feeling better. If not completely." Because no. She doesn't believe it, and she's not apologizing for that either. "It's not bad to care," N'rov says, no, whispers in utmost confidence, though its dryness recognizes that she has reason. Rather than ask her to apologize for a thing, rather than admit to a thing, "You aren't still wondering why you still care about me, are you?" Beat. "Other than when I ask you things like that, of course." "It's weird." Shani whispers that back, and her gaze is faintly confused. But then, her relationship with the place she lives has never really been one that makes a lot of sense, that's been easy to understand. That fades, though, in the wake of his question, as she begins to smile. Sliding up along him, over him to give him a long kiss, she shakes her head after, nose brushing his. "No. I don't wonder about that." "Don't tell my father, but once I referred to Fort as 'home,'" N'rov whispers in return, but then there's kissing to attend to, and that takes a much higher priority. In its wake, in her words' wake, he grins at her. "Good. How about we stop wondering about the rest, just for a while." Her home, his shin, and the as yet unnoticed... glow. Once the kissing -- well, most of the kissing is done, Shani promises, "Another secret safe with me." But she seems understanding, beneath the humor. It's weird. There's a slow grin before, "We can try." It's usually easier for her not to worry if she doesn't have to think... so it's not much of a surprise that she takes that as a cue to kiss him again, in a way that should end any decent conversation for some time. |
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