Logs:Not So Secret
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| RL Date: 16 July, 2008 |
| Who: Paige, K'len |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Having worked out the identity of her not-so-secret admirer, Paige thanks K'len for his thoughtful gift and the two spend a bit of time being cute. |
| Where: Living Cavern, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 10, Month 2, Turn 17 (Interval 10) |
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| It's not long after the dinner hour, a time when most candidates have been gathering to work on their robes and propagate general chit-chat about their eventful days. Although a few have clustered around the lower caverns hearth, Paige has cloistered herself into a side cavern off of the main hallway, likely with the intent to finish up her much altered robe. But her expression is anything but focused; gaze and motions rather absent, it's no wonder that she ends up pricking herself more than once, finally pushing the worn garment aside with a frustrated frown. Heavy thinking and sewing just don't mix well. More often than not, if someone wants to catch a glimpse of K'len, they'd have to be in the lower caverns to do so. Rather than landing his dragon in the bowl like most might, he tends to leave Kalorith in the hot springs directly below where their ledge is. The bronzerider has a bunch of hides with him tucked under an arm, though he pauses to call to a bluerider to come and get some of them from him. A few left tucked under the arm bearing the more elaborate knotting of an assistant weyrlingmaster for the forthcoming clutch, he finally settles his blue grey gaze on the candidate with the frustrated frown. "Having some trouble with fixing the holes?" He asks, though if she hears him or not - that could be a different story. Paige is pulled from whatever her train of thought is by K'len's inquiry, turning a little to better face him. "Trouble?" she repeats vaguely, blinking up at him for a moment, cheeks pinking faintly. "Not with fixin' up the robe, no. Not really." But her eyes have fixated on the bronzerider's more elaborate shoulderknot, eyebrows lifting slightly. "Y'got - y'got promoted?" Having stated the obvious, she stares a moment longer before adding a quick, "Congrats to ya and Kalorith, " flicking a glance back down to her now-idle hands. K'len is looking down at the garment on her lap, rather than her face when she addresses him - almost like he's checking her work before his gaze lifts to meet hers. "Oh. You had a furrowed look like you were either thinking really hard, or having some trouble." He obviously chose the later, rather than the former. He follows her gaze and then shrugs his shoulders lightly. "It's not the first time I've worked with a weyrling class - I was an assistant weyrlingmaster for Zahava's clutch. But, thanks none the less." He says with a wry smile accompanying the last. "Thinkin' hard, " Paige admits, smoothing an invisible wrinkle along a trouser leg. "We got t'go touch the eggs earlier t'day, " she blurts after a moment, fidgeting a little. "Bein' out on the sands like tha' fer the first time - 'twas frightenin'. S'it - s'it always tha' scary?" But still, her wide eyes remain on her hands, occasionally slanting toward her mostly finished robe. K'len looks for a place to sit himself down, nearby yet not looming over. He shuffles the hides he has left onto his lap, and just listens to what she has to say. He's silent for a moment, perhaps deciding what he should answer. The truth, or something to make her feel better? "It's been a while since I've been out on the sands... But, sometimes when the dragons are hatching - that's the scary part. They're confused, and hungry and trying to learn how to get all those limbs moving the right ways. V'delin has some hatching wounds from his own dragon, even." He apparently decided that the truth prevails, and shares his own view on things. "Since you can't predict how things will end up, is it really worth worrying about?" Paige listens, expression gradually relaxing a bit. "Naw, I - I guess not, " she says at length, but her smile is still tremulous. "S'jus' - so big, out there. And everyone'll be watchin'. And I jus' can' help but worry, least a lil." Shifting a little, she expels her breath in a small sigh. "I dun wanna let people down, even though everyone says I dun need t'worry 'bout tha'. I mean - what if'n I gotta go back home? I dunno if'n I really would, anymore. Even if'n m'sister would want me back." "Why're you worrying about unknown things in the future, right now? I could worry about how I have drills in the morning, and what I might find during sweeps, or if Kalorith might hurt himself during a flight - but I'd never sleep well if I did." K'len starts, his face rather unreadable as he considers what he's talking about. He falls silent for a little while, and then shrugs his shoulders before continuing. "See what happens, and decide afterwards what you're going to do. Try and enjoy candidacy, and the friends you're making." "Been doin' tha', " she rejoins, ducking her chin briefly. "S'great, really. They're all great." She glances up again, expression brighter. "And Nerine's a real good friend t'have." The corners of her mouth tug upward. "Trustworthy, too. Sure knows how t'keep secrets. Dun spill'em, either, even if'n ya ask real nicely." And Paige's smile twitches a tad. K'len taps his fingers on the hides resting on his lap, and grins a little at her first statement. "That's great. I'm glad you get along with your class. Mine was... ah, well, maybe it was me." He says, not finishing the thought entirely. When Nerine's brought up, he arches a curious brow which slowly returns to it's normal level shortly afterwards. "That's good to hear. Some people can't help but tell everyone secrets." Certainly, he seems relieved to hear it. Paige returns his grin, although her head tilts slightly at his unfinished phrase, expression momentarily curious. Nevertheless, she takes in his relief, grin widening a trifle. "Yeah, like, " and she names a gossipy candidate from Bitra. "Sometimes y'can guess someone's secret, " she adds, a little more quietly, "'specially if it ain' - fully a secret." And she casts her lashes downward briefly, flushing. "Y'didn' - didn' hafta get it fer me, " she almost mumbles, "but s'the purtiest hairclip I've ever owned. Been wantin' t'thank ya." Two and two. K'len snickers a little at first, then he grows more somber the further she goes. By the end, he's looking off towards the way back to the hot springs, and shifting as though at any moment he's going to just get up and leave her here. "It wasn't so much a secret." He finally says, and then levels his gaze on her. "Of course I didn't *have* to get it for you, I *wanted* to get it for you." He says somewhat defensively and then after a short pause adds a little more reserved and quieter, "I'm sure it'll look lovely on you. I hope.. it doesn't make you feel uncomfortable." Paige's expression is contrite once she's done speaking; she probably thinks that he's going to get up and just leave, judging by his body language. Still, she can't help but to give a pleased blush and tentatively extends a small hand toward him, perhaps to give his arm a reassuring pat. "No, no, 'twas one o'the - nices' thin's, really. I - I like ya too, y'know." And that last bit's admitted in a bit of a rush, shyly. "Liked ya even 'fore y'decided t'get tha' fer me." At first, K'len pulls away from the touch out of a sense of habit. His blue grey eyes look at her hand, before reaching for it and placing his overtop of hers for a moment before allowing her to do as she wishes to his hand in return. "I like you too..." He says quietly, and pauses for a moment before continuing, "I didn't want to give it to you myself because I didn't want you feel obligated to get me something in return. I knew you liked it, and I just wanted to see how lovely you'd look with it in your hair." Paige's brow creases a little as he initially pulls away, but it relaxes as his hand covers hers. "Well, I'm - plannin' t'wear it at the hatchin' feast once everythin's over with, " she offers, shy smile dimpling a bit. Her hand curls carefully about his. "I owe P'draig and his T'mic dances, but ya'll be there t'dance too, won'tcha? Or t'get somethin' t'eat or - or somethin'?" K'len keeps his hand where it is, idly rubbing his thumb over her hand as he finally relaxes. "It'd be nice to see you with it in your hair." He reaffirms, quirking a smile that lacks any noticible dimples. "Psh, T'mic.." He says, looking away from her before just shrugging and getting over whatever might've been bugging him relatively quickly. "Depends if the weyrlings need me or not, I s'pose. P'draig gets a bit of lenience because he can tell us to stay while he goes and dalles." "Y'dun like him very much?" Paige asks gently, brows knitting briefly. "Ah, well. If'n I make it in there 'fore ya, I'll jus' watch fer ya, " she promises. "And if'n I still can't find ya - I'll find a way to find ya. Later." Because he just has to see. Glancing down momentarily at his thumb's movements, she opts for giving his hand a bashful little squeeze in response, happy. "Oh, it's not that.. He's nice enough, and I like him just fine." K'len offers quickly enough, then blushes a little darker as he admits, "Kalorith won his Aath's first flight, it was uhh... Well, uncomfortable for me." He gives her hand a squeeze back and a warm smile. "I'd like that. I'd like to get to dance with you, too." "Oh." And Paige grimaces a little in understanding. "I can see how tha'd be purty awkward. Can' quite imagine a flight with a woman, m'self." She returns his smile with a warmer, less uncertain one of her own. "Tha'd be real nice, " she agrees. Now, if she can just get Nerine into a dress and dolled up for the festivities, the day the eggs hatch will be made, Impression or no. "Yeah, it was pretty awkward and still is sometimes." K'len agrees, pulling his hand away from hers to gather up the hides on his lap back to a position so he can get himself back up to his feet. "I ought to get this last bunch of hides where they're supposed to go before /someone/ gets upset. It was good seeing you, Paige. Make sure to save me a dance at the feast." Paige may be mildly disappointed when the bronzerider finally reclaims both his hand and his hides, but she gives him a quick nod; it wouldn't do to have someone upset at him just because he took a few extra minutes to bring some hides back. "Yeah, wouldn' want tha'." And she beams up at him. "Was real nice t'see ya, too, K'len. Y'can count on it; I'll be savin' ya at least one." |
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