Logs:Never Been Personal
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| RL Date: 30 July, 2008 |
| Who: Paige, P'draig, Nerine |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Paige uses her break in the afternoon to grab a quick bath and a snack. Nerine joins and the two chat briefly with Paddy about differences in meshing with their dragons. Later, the talk turns more personal; both girls discuss a bit about proddiness and an intimacy with someone that they just aren't ready for. |
| Where: Living Cavern, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 12, Month 4, Turn 17 (Interval 10) |
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| There's a little break in lessons this afternoon while one group trades off with another and P'draig's snuck into the living cavern to get a mug of klah and hang out with Palia for a few minutes. He sits at the table commonly occupied by Skysentry with that mug on the table and Palia on his knee telling him about her day. Paige has utilized a bit of her time during her break to grab a quick bath; hair still damp and face freshly pink from a healthy scrub, she heads in from the direction of the inner caverns, exchanging greetings and salutes with a few people as she moves to acquire a mug of something warm. Settling in at a table with a few other weyrlings, she gives little Palia a finger-waggle of a wave from her seat, grinning a little. Aww, little kids. Palia pauses in her tale-telling to catch her breath and then peeks curiously at Paige's finger-wiggling then waves back. Paddy turns as he notes the gesture and smiles Paige's way. "Feeling better?" he asks her, tipping up his own mug for a sip. "You look like you've got your color back." Nerine has arrived. "Much, " Paige nods, returning his smile with a grateful one for the inquiry. "Lungs're clear again and jus' in time t'enjoy the spring as it gets warmer." Taking a deep drink from her cup, she adds, "Tiasheth says t'tell Palia hullo, too. We were wonderin' if'n ya could come and look at our straps after lessons this afternoon, sir. Had t're-do part o'them and not quite sure if'n they're - sturdy 'nough." "Glad to hear it," P'draig answers with a warm smile. "And the weather'll only get better so hopefully that's the last of the colds for you this season!" His head bobs a swift affirmative about the straps. "Of course. Can't have you all going up on bad straps," says the Weyrlingmaster while Palia bounces a little atop his knee. "I say hi too," the little girl announces to Paige with a little devilish grin. Between lessons, tending Zerith's injury and arguments this is the first chance Nerine has had all day to grab a bite to eat. She slips quickly though the line snapping up several meat rolls and a mug of Klah. She spots Paige, and P'draig and a little girl she hasn't seen before. Pulling out a chair she plops down next to Paige setting her bag on the table. "Hello Paige Hello P'draig, and who's this?" She smiles, despite the fact that she is worn out. "Hopefully, " echoes Paige, relieved. "Thank ya, P'draig." Palia's grin is returned cheerily, message likely duly relayed. And then here's a Nerine plopping down next to her, eliciting a quick smile and a warm, "Heya Nerine." Casting a side glance at her friend while taking another drink, she adds more quietly, "Y'look 'bout as tired as I feel. Zerith wearin' ya out, huh?" "I Palia," says the little girl very confidently and looks at Nerine very directly. P'draig looks up from his conversation with Paige to nod Nerine's way. "Good afternoon, Nerine. How're you and Zerith doing? No further flying escapades?" Nerine grins at the unabashed confidence of the girl. "I am Nerine, It is very nice to meet you Palia." She looks back to the weyrling master with a heavy sigh. "No still dealing with the repercussions for the last one Sir." She tears at a bite of meat roll, glancing down at her plate. She glances up after swallowing and adds. "Zerith is listening more now though," Paige curls her hands about her mug, giving Nerine a small, sympathetic grimace. "Least y'ain' the only one buttin' heads with yer dragon, " she comments, still quiet. And for P'draig, there's a briefly bewildered look. "I know o'more people havin' a harder time with their lifemates'n not. S'it normal t'have such an easy time o'it?" "Hi Reen," Palia replies, not quite getting the name right. P'draig nods at the update on Zerith. "As long as she's not pushing it and that wing is getting better, that's good news. Just have to keep her listening to you," he says mildly and looks back over at Paige. "It depends entirely on the pairing on the personalities, really. Some just go smoothly right off the bat, some don't. Both are completely normal." Nerine's lips curve in that bright smile. "Aren't you adorable?" She glances back to the Weyrling master with a sigh. "We've both started listening to each other, you could say." Not wanting to say any more on that she glances over to Paige with a sigh and a smile. "Difficulties will come, though a prettier pair than you and Tia I haven't seen yet." She smiles and tears another bite loose. "Real cute, " Paige concurs, giving a small shrug after the weyrlingmaster's response. "Ah. Well, was jus' wonderin'." She smiles back at Nerine, though, rotating her cup carefully with her fingertips. "Aww, yer too sweet, Nerine. But thank ya, from both o'us. I dunno what thin's'll be like when they're grown, " and rise in mating flights on a regular basis, "but hopefully thin's'll keep a'goin' the way they are." Solemn gray eyes regard both weyrlings in turn and then she flashes them a very deliberately wide and bright 'ain't I cute' smile and snuggles into P'draig's chest. "It's not a given, Nerine," Paddy corrects mildly. "Sometimes there's just a lot of meshing. Jekzith was into everything when he was little, still is really, but other than that I didn't have many issues with him. We just matched." there is a soft smile, watching the child cozy up to her father. Her gaze is shifted as P'draig speaks and she sighs. "I wasn't necessarily speaking about the meshing of personalities sir, There are aspects of a greenrider's life that well. . ." She glances back to Paige ". . . Will take some adjusting." She finishes. She is thoughtful, and starts to say something but closes her mouth directing her attention back to her plate. Paige is hard pressed to hide a tiny smile at P'draig's description of a young Jekzith, but tips her mug back for another pull of klah, pale eyes flicking amusedly from little Palia back to Nerine. And the idea of those aspects causes her gaze to widen, cautiously dropping to her drink again. "We got a while yet, " she offers at last, voice soft. "It's an adjustment regardless of color, actually," P'draig points out mildly to Nerine. "The biggest difference is that most greenriders have to deal with proddiness on top of flights and they can't choose to try to ground their dragons. However, riders of male dragons have to get used to their blues, browns or bronzes chasing and chasing a lot more often than a single green rises. And Paige is right: you've plenty of time, a good eight months or so before either of your greens are mature enough to rise." Paddy sets Palia down as her caregiver appears in the tunnel and waves his way. "Go on. Go see Miara," the weyrlingmaster tells his daughter with a fond tousle of her curls before the little girl goes running off. "Yeah" Nerine gives awkwardly. "I hadn't even considered proddyness" her voice falters, wide blue eyes find P'draig's face. She watches as Palia runs along, smiling. "I wish the distance on it made me less anxious." She glances down to her plate embarrassedly before looking up again. "It is the idea of sharing a bed with a person at all really" She fidgets, not really wanting to admit. . . "I've never . . .well done that. In spite of being weyrbred and all." She finishes lamely. "I guess Zerith trying things prematurely just has me on edge a bit." She admits. "Yer not alone in tha', either, " Paige mutters, red-faced. "Can' be /tha'/ bad, but I hear flights're - intense. I jus' - reckon it oughta be - be special b'fore then." Enter the holdbred values, stage left! "Dun blame ya fer bein' on edge, what with her early flight attempt. Maybe we'll get lucky and - someone else's green'll go firs' and won' set everyone else off." Eight months isn't as long as it sounds, not when they'll all be busy with training and constantly caring for their dragons day in and day out. "Most Weyrlings haven't," P'draig replies, looking between the two girls calmly, hands resting on recently vacated knees. "If only because so many Candidates Searched are under 18." He smiles ressuringly then and leans forward a little, hands folding together. "Even if Zerith decides to jump ahead a little on this, it won't be before she's a turn old, Nerine. Greens mature between a turn to a turn and a half of age, blues a little later, browns and bronzes a little later than that and golds last around the two turn mark." His head tilts a little and there's a wry smile on his face. "We'll talk about flights and proddiness a little more when it gets closer to when they might start rising, but try not to worry about this too much. You'll have your own weyrs well before your greens rise the first time and what you do in your weyr is nobody's business, all right? For now though, try to focus on the things that're important now, like straps and wing exercises, because until they can get off the ground consistently, flights really aren't a problem, are they?" And his voice is lightly teasing there. Nerine doesn't say much. Not wanting to contemplate the whole 'what you do in your weyr is your own business' part. She laughs, at the teasing, "I wonder at how many more wing strain's will happen before then." She laughs, not comforted, but at least a little at peace. "Does the design of the straps much matter? I was looking through some of the old records and there are a few variations I'd like to try at some point, After about a year they stop growing right?" Nerine didn't want to think about how many sets of straps she would have to go through. She offer's her friend a smile they'd deal with it together right? Paige's chin ducks a little; my, my, what an interesting little speck on the table, right next to her mug. "Y'gotta point, " she says at last, forcing a small smile and slowly dropping her shoulders back into a more relaxed position. "S'not important now, 'xactly, jus' - kinda scary t'think 'bout, " she admits, finally leaning back to drain the rest of her klah. At least they'll go through less sets of straps than the boys and Berit will. And she returns the other weyrling's smile, if a bit tentatively. "As long as they're stitched together right, no," P'draig tells Nerine with a grin. "The important thing is that they hold together well, take wear and tear well. The rest is just gravy. And they'll slow down then stop growing, but you'll still need to replace straps as needed from wear and tear." His gaze shifts back over to Paige and he nods. "I know it is. It's a scary thing to be that intimate with someone, but I hope you'll both trust me when I say, that for the most part, and especially with someone you care about, it's an enjoyable thing. But like I said, we'll talk about this more when the time gets closer. In the meantime, you're certainly welcome to talk to other greenriders for their thoughts and advice." He pushes upright then and nods towards the Bowl. "I'll see you out there shortly for this afternoon's lesson. I need to go get set up." And with that the weyrlingmaster moves off. P'draig has left. Nerine considers the speach but doesn't say much else, she is pensive. Paige mutters something that could be a, "Yeah, see ya, " but her attention still seems riveted on that little speck on the table next to her cup, cheeks still crimson. "M'aunt says people jus' kinda get this sorta thin' over with soon's they can, " she says at last, fingers absently scooting her mug back and forth. "I jus' dunno if'n I'd be ready ter, y'know? When the time comes. Even 'fore she flies fer the firs' time. I never been so personal with anyone." Nerine is stirred from her thoughts and glances over. "Not many people I ever really wanted to be that close to." Nerine admits with a furrow of her brow and a frustrated smile. Well maybe once, but that was long over with, before it ever got to that point. "It's not like you can just go up to someone and say, 'here Im still a virgin and my green is going to be rising soon, can you help me out?' " Nerine grumbles. She glances about and leans a little closer to Paige whispering. "to tell the truth Paige, I've never even been kissed." "Couldn' say tha' right out like tha', " Paige agrees, astonished. "Tha's so..." Bold and forward, as Berit would say. Scandalous, shocking and terribly improper! "S'jus' somethin' I could never do, " she finishes, finally pushing her empty mug aside in favor of silently drumming her fingertips over the tabletop. Blue-grey eyes round a little at the confession, an earnest, "Me neither, " following. "K'len's kiss on the cheek's the closest I ever had ter a real - kiss." Shift, flush. "More than I ever got really" she laughs, well maybe she had almost once. . .no not the time to think about that. "K'len seems like the decent sort, really" Nerine notes, finishing off the last of her meatrolls. "And you seem rather fond of him, if you don't mind me saying. I think he is fond of you as well." She smiles, "or did you ever figure out who bought you that silver comb? " Paige's flush deepens and the slim girl's gaze drops for a moment, shy. "He's awful sweet, " she manages to get out after a bit, small smile widening a bit. "Figured it had t'be him. Saw him a'talkin' t'the trader 'fore he left, then here y'come a'sailin' in t'get somethin'. 'Twas - awful nice o'him. Y'know we got t'dance at the hatchin' feast?" She fidgets a little soon after, muttering, "Told ya, tha's fer later, " under her breath. Nerine nods, "I know Paige, I am just pointing out, maybe things aint as dire as we think?" Zerith must be starting to rub off because she almost never uses the word ain't. Nerine glances over the empty tables with a sigh. Something in her thoughts she isn't saying, but she dismisses it. "You'll be just fine you know." Why was it so easy comforting the girl? "I am glad you stayed and impressed you know, your about my closest friend here." She smiles. "Ain' as dire - oh! Tha' was fer Tia, " Paige is quick to correct, sheepish. "Not ya, Nerine. Honest." Her smile turns tremulous, a bit uncertain. "Guess we'll all be. Gotta face up t'everythin' one way or 'nother, at some point." Propping her head up on an elbow, she tilts a warm look at the other greenrider. "Me too, " she adds softly. "Got Tiasheth now. Yer a real good friend too, y'know. Y'helped me so much ever since I got here and - I'm jus' so glad we met." Nerine offers Paige a bear hug. "I feel the same," She laughs, "Now I think it's back to the grind for me, but Paige If you ever need a human ear, you know Im always willing to listen." She smiles collecting her plates and runs them back to the kitchen Paige makes a surprised noise at the hug, but returns it with a quick squeeze. "Oh, yeah. Guess we do have lessons in a lil bit, dun we." And as Nerine runs her dishes to the kitchen, the weyrling gives a tiny sigh, pale eyes briefly fixated on her mug before turning to the bowl as she, too, stands and heads on out. |
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