Logs:Nude or Just Naked
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| RL Date: 22 June, 2014 |
| Who: Jadzia, K'zin, Telavi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'zin provides Telavi and Jadzia with a unique first meeting. One of them has no clothes. |
| Where: Bowl and Artful Artifice Weyr (K'zin's), High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 23, Month 1, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions, G'laer/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Nudity and adult themes. |
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| Jadzia doesn't have a good and proper reason for being at the Weyr today. She's only here because she wants to be. And, more specifically, because she wants to talk to someone in particular. Several someones in particular, in fact. But looking for only several different people in one big Weyr can be a challenge for a someone that isn't very used to being in one at all. It must be luck, or a helpful nudge in the right direction, that has Jadzia happening on one of the people she's been looking for. "K'zin! Hey!" Fancy meeting you here and all that. The object of her search is just leaving the smoking structure that is the forge (don't worry, it's supposed to do that) in the craft area of the bowl, dressed in an inappropriately sleeveless tunic for the chill of the winter day. There's evidence of where he's sweated through the thing, if not a lot of grime to indicate this was the top layer. In one hand is a mug and his direction was taking him toward the craft complex. When he hears his name, he turns toward the source, looking at her half a breath before placing the face and smiling. "Jadzia of sort-of-Crom. Back in the Weyr for a time? More runner business or is it canines this time?" Like their conversation was yesterday. She jogs the last little ways to bring herself up alongside the bronzerider, offering a friendly sort of smile and generally not looking like she's been drinking. "Back in the Weyr for a bit, yup. But none of that. My business is with you. Hopefully. I mean, it's okay if you're busy." Jadzia's gaze wanders down to his bare arms. She approves of what she sees, clearly, but her eyes come back up. "I have marks. I didn't know how many I'd need." "With me?" K'zin's brows shift up a touch of curiosity. Then his eyes shift briefly like he's reading a line of text sketched in the air, "Ah! The sketch." He tosses a glance back toward the forge. "Not busy. Not if you can spare me a few minutes to put things away in there." He doesn't answer the matter of marks just yet. "I have all the time in the world," says Jadzia. Which is obviously not true, but there's nothing pressing for her to be doing other than following him around as he cleans things up. If he didn't mean for her to follow him around, granted, that's just too bad. "I can help, if you need it." "Nah. It's mostly settled anyway, just need to tuck things back into my workbench. Why don't you flag us down an elevator dragon," maybe K'zin is suggesting it specifically so he doesn't have her following him while he does the task. He can't be the only one working in the forge today and that type of workspace isn't particularly workspace friendly. "And I'll meet you in just a couple minutes." Jadzia frowns. It's perhaps less because he doesn't want a tagalong and more because of, "How do I-- never mind, I'll figure it out." It can't be that hard to flag down someone. She's a bright woman. So she goes to do that while K'zin does whatever doesn't need her help. Surely Rasavyth could have obliged by passing along a message, but then K'zin would have had a tagalong. But true to his word, it doesn't take him long in the smithy before he's meeting Jadzia and their ride. A short time later they're dismounting on Rasavyth's wide ledge.
Rasavyth's Ledge, High Reaches Weyr What a spectacular weyr! Its large ledge boasts a pair of perfect hollows, room enough for a pair of bronzes, and just inside the entrance are a series of shelves cut into the stone, ideal for displaying small knickknacks and keeping everything organized. Artful Artifice Weyr, High Reaches Weyr The exterior curtain shields the pair of dragon wallows from the elements, but it's really after the interior curtain set just behind them that things become more human-friendly. The entryway narrows to what would still be wide by people standards, but narrow enough to disabuse any dragon of the notion of trying to fit inside, then the cavern bubbles open into a fairly massive main cavern. Almost opposite the entrance is a pair of doors nearly side-by-side leading to back rooms, but in between there's space. Spacious might be an understatement here. To the right of the entrance the curved wall provides space for a very large table whose matching chairs can seat up to twelve. It's reminiscent of the council chambers, really, and the backdrop on the wall dotted with low cabinets behind it is covered in a to-scale rendering of a map of Pern. A map of High Reaches sweep and the Weyr's badge get a close-up on a mural to the immediate left of the entrance. A broad hearth interrupts and separates the second half of the expansive curved wall from the first, and the latter shows the greatest display of artistry in a mural of a hazy night sky dotted with stars. Closer inspection might lead one to find that the stars might be used as hand-holds if one were inclined to climb. The newest addition to the weyr's decor are the large letters over map of Pern in bright red paint that read: K'ZIN SUCKS!
Jadzia takes some liberties in exploring what she can of the weyr's ledge while they're there. She follows K'zin quickly enough but her exploration only continues there. It's mostly with her eyes, though she stops at the hearth to check for wood. "You think maybe we can get this going? I'm pretty sure I can keep my nipples hard without being frozen." Jadzia is a classy lady. She's not taking off her clothes until she's pretty sure her skin won't be frostbitten. "Is there a standard pose? I was thinking maybe laying down from above. Or sitting on something. I want it to be sexy. Does that cost extra?" "Yeah. I wasn't up here last night, so." That's why it's cold. "But it'll be easier to heat the bedroom, smaller space and all. Plus you'll probably be more comfortable posing on the bed." Not that the plush rugs in the main space don't look plenty inviting. "None of that, for the record, is me trying to get you in bed." Other than that he's trying to get her in the bed. "Lying down from above sounds a little complicated to sketch, if only because of my vantage point, but how about you pick any which way you want once you're on the bed. Sexy doesn't cost extra. Just try not to stare at the walls too much." At least that's what he recommends before he's moving to one of the doors and pushing it open, going immediately to the hearth that's shared between the two smaller rooms and building it up. That leaves Jadzia to inspect the inappropriate wall art and the made-for-five bed. "Where were you? Don't you live here?" Important questions that must be asked, clearly. Jadzia follows K'zin into the bedroom. "Are all weyrs this big. My quarters are... smaller than your bed," she says as she comes in and mentions the first thing she sees. "I'm not sure even the Lord Holder's bed is that big. Sketching bare bodies must be very lucrative. Do they all get in your bed?" At the same time? Once she does look at the walls, Jadzia only seems curious, not scandalized. She's a progressive sort of sort-of-Holder. She wanders closer to the bed as she takes in the walls, sitting down on the edge so she can eventually return her gaze to the bronzerider and work at unlacing her boots. "Did you do these?" He starts with the last first. "No. They, like the bed, were already in the weyr when I got it. I had the mattress cleaned and restuffed. But I like it all well enough. Why change?" Then, "No, not all weyrs are this big. I expect this one was only vacant because there used to be more of this-" one of his hands indicates the mural, "-out there when I got it." K'zin gets the fire lit and rises, moving around the bed to his wardrobe. "Usually the people I sketch in sexy poses are already in my bed for other reasons. You're the first who isn't." Not that that seems to bother him. He's faced away from her as he trades out of his sleeveless shirt and into a light-weight long sleeved one. "I do live here, but my dragon isn't cleared to fly up routinely yet, so some nights I'm in the dragon infirmary with him. Last night, I was at my girlfriend's." It's delivered very casually as he moves to a desk and opens a drawer. "So you're saying I'm your first," says Jadzia, sounding oh so very amused by this idea. Once her boots are off, and her socks to go with them, the blonde rises to unfasten and drop her pants with all the modesty of a weyrbred woman. "Is her weyr this big? Why wouldn't you just come here with her? Or does she not have one? Is she a rider, too? Why doesn't she live here?" Who wouldn't want to live here? If him having a girlfriend was supposed to mean anything to her, well, it doesn't. Her jacket is next to come off, but once it's been dropped to the ground with a clunk that might suggest a full flask, Jadzia is crawling up onto the bed to sprawl out luxuriously. She'll get to the rest of her clothes eventually, no doubt. K'zin's look can't be seen for the first and he makes no answer, though he doesn't seem to mind the comment. "Hers is not this big. Yes, she's a rider. We come here a lot. She doesn't live here because she's my girlfriend not my weyrmate. I like my space." In the meantime, he's pulled a tablet and pencils from the drawer before walking back around the bed and sets these on the edge of the bed before he starts futzing with the glow baskets around the room to get good lighting. "Well, she sounds great." There's a hint of sarcasm in Jadzia's voice, since he didn't really tell her anything about said girlfriend. Then again, she doesn't go asking anymore pressing questions. She sits up to pull her shirt off, the only thing between her and above-the-belt nudity, tossing it toward the rest of her clothes. "Do you think it would look better if I kept my panties on? Like, not all the way. Just around my thighs? Which would you rather be spending a night alone with? Off or slightly on?" "She is. Even if my dragon doesn't really think so." It sounds like the latter part of this is said pointedly for said dragon to hear. K'zin says this as he messes with the last glow basket. So if his breath catches when he looks back to the bed, and if he has to take a deep breath and clear his throat before he speaks again, those are compliments, right? "I've always been a fan of off, myself. But who can say if my tastes run the same as your friend." He crosses back to the bed, settling onto the corner previously occupied by the sketching supplies which he now brings into his lap. "You would probably know better than me." Being a fellow dude and all. Jadzia lays back just long enough to push her underwear off of her hips and down her thighs before she's sitting up again, sliding them the rest of the way off and tossing them aside with the rest of her things. "You're sure you're okay with this? You know, you didn't tell me how much it would be." Maybe she should have clarified that before taking all of her clothes off. "Fine," K'zin assures Jadzia quickly. "Just, you know, the whole not sleeping with the naked woman in my bed is a novel experience. "This is probably what the artists I've talked to meant when they said sketching nudes as opposed to naked people. I guess it sounds more professional that way." He flips open the tablet to a fresh page. "I'd suggest a pose that's easy to hold and to get back into. We will probably be a bit to get something decent." "I guess I shouldn't try to invite you to keep me warm, then," teases Jadzia as though that was precisely what she'd had in mind. "Keep you all professional. Might be hard." With a smile, she starts to shift back toward the head of the bed so she can lean. Her knees bend, thighs parted enough for a hand to rest between them, covering herself in a way that some might consider chaste and others might consider enticing. "What about this? Like this," she adds before she's biting her lower lip and looking at K'zin like she wants him. For the sketch. "Well, then we'll each have a personal challenge ahead of us. You'll strive not to ask me into bed and I'll strive not to accept should you fail. How's that?" At least he said 'should she fail' and not 'when she inevitably fails.' There's a difference. K'zin pulls a pencil from the cloth roll that holds them. "Looks like I'll have my work cut out for me." Not with sketching. It's approval for the pose, since she said she wanted something sexy. Before he starts with the pencil he pulls a piece of putty for erasing, and a knife for when the tip gets dull. As the strokes start to fall on the page, he asks, "Want to talk while I sketch or just lay in silence?" Silence but for the crackling of the hearth. "I think I can handle that," is all the answer Jadzia has for the personal challenge, such that it is. The position is one that she can hold comfortably enough and, for now, sitting still won't be a big issue. "Do you usually talk while you sketch? And, more importantly, does that cost extra?" You know that thing he's been ignoring. She's noticed. "Sometimes. Depends on if there's something to talk about. It doesn't make it worse, if that's what you're worried about." K'zin answers. There's another moment where it seems like maybe he'll continue to not address the matter of cost. "You already paid for it. When you didn't throw your drink," did she even have any left at that moment? "when I was an ass in Snowasis." And, you know, sketching a beautiful naked woman is such hard work. Whether or not there's anything for them to talk about will have to wait for now. Jadzia frowns at K'zin. "If you were that big of an ass, I wouldn't be here now, would I? Anyway, I'd rather drink a drink than throw it on someone." Such a waste of perfectly decent alcohol. "I thought you said these things cost a lot?" "Truthfully? I don't really know. Like I said, you're my first. This way, anyway." K'zin answers with a touch of a blush and a little bit of a repentant look for misleading her. "What do you think a fair price would be?" "You didn't want to do this," says Jadzia like she's figuring it all out now. Not that she's moving or making him stop. They're doing this. She seems to find it more amusing than upsetting, anyway. "I didn't pay for the first one I got, either. Not with marks. It was just my face, though. Maybe I should have tried it this way then." "Of course I did." That much rings true. "A beautiful woman wanting me to sketch her? What's not to want?" K'zin's pencil has begun to fly nimbly across the page. "How did you pay for the first one? What was your goal with it?" He's likely just making conversation now, so if she chose not to answer or told him to mind his own business, he probably wouldn't be offended. Jadzia smiles. The bite of her lip is a little more genuine in that moment, and she's not even trying to pose her face right now. Fortunately it fades as she thinks back to the first sketch. "You probably don't want to know how I paid for it. I guess I just wanted him to notice me, though." Answers. Vague answers, but answers all the same. "Why? Do you think your answer would shock me? I make my extra marks selling erotic art. Do you really think you could shock me?" K'zin queries, curious. His smile might momentarily grow brighter for the more genuine look, and his pencil certainly moves faster starting on the face to try to capture some of the subtler nuances there before they vanish. "I once dressed up for a costume party as a woman and got myself a lifelong nickname because I wanted a woman to notice me. So, there are certainly worse ways to go than a sketch of your face for that." "Maybe I just don't want you getting any ideas. At least not without me getting them first." Like that whole inviting him into bed thing. Or not, as the challenge goes. "There was worse. Tried seducing him. He turned me down. Then he had me kicked out of the guard." Wait, why is Jadzia doing this sketch, again? "You think you'd mind taking off your shirt or something? I feel weird sitting here stark naked with you all covered up like that." Or she's just saying that. "On my honor as an artist, I promise I'm not seeking alternative methods of payment. After the headache it was to sort out being monogamous, I'm sure my girlfriend would stop mending my socks if I botched it in the first month." Then what would he do with his socks?? K'zin makes it sound as though that might just make the world end. Then he sets the sketch pad aside and reaches to pull his so newly fresh shirt off. "Better?" He asks, taking the pad back up and bringing it back into his lap. "Monogamous." Jadzia says that word like it's some strange foreign concept. "I guess that makes it easier, anyway. And I really hope that's a euphemism." Otherwise K'zin might be more boring than he's let on up until this point. The shirt does help, whether she was being honest about her desire to have it off of him or not. "Better. Unless you're willing to lose the pants, too." Her smile suggests she's probably mostly teasing about that one. When Jadzia expresses that hope, it makes K'zin grin so wide it can't help looking a little goofy. "Actually, now that I'm reminded, it is. Her dragon's a little naive, you see. So, codes and euphemisms are how we go about dragon-relayed rendezvous." Amusement colors his warm baritone further. "I wouldn't want to make your challenge harder." This is surely for the matter of pants removal. "Harder than monogamy? If you'd just said that sooner," they probably could have saved Jadzia from being her usual self. Probably. Judging by her smile, anyway, she isn't too put off. "Did you have to hide it or something? From other people, I mean. Or is it the dragons that care about that sort of thing?" K'zin's look is amused. "To be fair, we weren't when you and I met. Monogamous, that is. Maybe we even have you to thank for making it so," which may or may not be something to thank her for in the end, but only time will tell. "No. Didn't need to hide it. Ras was the one that started it. I'm not sure if he thinks Solith wouldn't understand, truly, or if he was just bored that day. But it sort of stuck after that. Solith was never any the wiser, to my knowledge. She still thinks we just get very excited about emergency sock darnings." As though invoked by the sound of her name, a dragon touches down on the ledge right on cue. Already glancing down towards the feeding pens, shifting her wings in anticipation, she's little help to a bemused and shivering rider attempting to manage the simple task of dismounting. "Nice socks are pretty fantastic," admits Jadzia. But it might just be because it hasn't warmed up entirely in here. "So, tell me about this girlfriend of yours that doesn't mind you having naked women in your huge bed." There's a slight hint of a question in there. Does his girlfriend mind this sort of thing? "Strictly speaking, I'm not completely certain she'd approve. I am sure, though, that looking and nudity wasn't against the rules." Which doesn't mean it shouldn't be. "Her name is Telavi. She's a greenrider here. We were weyrlings together. She's nice, smart, curious, kind. She knows I sketch these sort of things, but since you're my first live-model commission," he doesn't know for sure says the shrug. It's easy to guess, though, that he's not about to tell her (if she weren't just arriving on his ledge). Speaking of... "K'zin? Have you gotten it warm yet?" may be barely audible at first what with distance and being muffled by the door; how many women do blow into his weyr with such familiarity? As distance lessens, "It's freezing! He said something about being in a hurry--" and also a surprise! "A man that likes to live dangerously." This is amusing to Jadzia. And not just because she has a thing for dangerous men. So far K'zin probably doesn't quite meet those expectations. "I'd think a commission would--" But her voice trails off when another voice is heard and Jadzia sits up, breaking her pose but not darting for clothes or anything practical like that. Fortunately, K'zin manages to lift his pencil before surprise would have it jutting an unfortunate mark across the page. "Shit." So maybe he wasn't so confident she would approve after all. "That's her." He's sliding the tablet from his lap and rising. "I'll be right back." He doesn't think to put on his shirt again either, which does make it the closest article of clothing to the naked woman. He slips out the bedroom door, closing it behind him. "Tela, hi! What are you doing here?" Something's wrong. But look at that forced smile. And he's shirtless. In the freezing cold. It must be warmer in the bedroom, logically! Logically! If he hadn't forced that smile-- as it is, Telavi looks K'zin up and down and up again, her brows going up with that last pass too. "Is the surprise that it's a surprise for you? Solith said Rasavyth said-- wait." Her voice slows, acquiring mischief along with a certain sultry quality. "Were you... busy with the drawings again? I'm cold, don't just stand there," and the greenrider waves her fingers at her bronzerider's nice warm-looking chest. Cold fingers. Shit? Jadzia frowns after K'zin as he gets up to meet the unexpected girlfriend. At least unexpected from her point of view. But he'd seemed surprised, too, so maybe she won't be paranoid. The blonde crawls toward the left behind shirt, but she gets distracted with trying to listen to them through the door before she does more than lift it up to hold against her body and sit back against her heels. "Is everything okay, K'zin?" she asks with a voice raised enough to carry past the door. It's not an impulsive question. There's a purpose. Surprise. K'zin's brows go up. Yes, it's a surprise to K'zin. He reaches for her hands, meaning to press her palms to his indeed warm chest. "Er, drawings, sort of. Listen, Tela-" That's when Jadzia's voice breaks in with that purposeful question. K'zin's head snaps to look back toward the door and then back to Telavi with a guilty look. "I have a naked girl in my bed." He blurts. Then corrects almost desperately, "Nude, I mean nude." That makes two of them looking in perhaps-comical unison, not that Telavi finds K'zin's chest particularly easier to look through than that wooden door. If Tela's brows could rise higher, they would; as it is, it also may be just as well that he has control of her hands given the way they jerk in his grasp. Green-today eyes might as well be shards of bottles' glass. "How," Telavi really wants to know, "does 'nude' change one single thing?" For someone significantly shorter than he, she stands awfully tall. Jadzia isn't naked, or nude, by the time she makes it off of the bed and to the door. By then, she's wearing K'zin's long-sleeved shirt, which covers everything important. That makes it better, right? The door opens and Jadzia, confident, stands there. "Were we going to finish or?" That's to K'zin's back. "She can watch if she wants. But I'd really like to finish." K'zin is caught looking behind again at Jadzia, in his shirt, which surely, surely helps things, and then back at Telavi, now looking both ruffled and panicked. Clearly, Rasavyth is not helping him navigate this sticky wicket. He's dumbfounded a moment, and then there's another blurt, "Art!" He glances back at Jadzia again and then to the greenrider. "Art." As if that explains everything. "'Art.'" The word hangs there. Only then does Telavi sidestep to get a better look past him, towards the person wearing... his shirt. Those are her shirts to borrow! Hers! Then she looks back at K'zin. It is not a happy look. It is a reproachful look. Never mind the bed; her shirts. Then, in the next blink, she has quite the sunny smile that displays her lovely white teeth. "Yes, do go ahead and finish. In fact, let's all go in rather than stand here in the doorway; mustn't let the heat out. K'zin, would you introduce us? I don't believe we've met." The blonde in K'zin's shirt takes a step back away from the door so they can come in without her being in the way. She even turns to start heading back to that fantastic bed. She's not just going to be quiet and let K'zin speak where she's perfectly capable, though. "I'm Jadzia. You're Telavi. Don't worry. I only propositioned him before I knew you two were all monogamous and into socks." She's harmless. Truly. At least Telavi wants to come in and not just leave. K'zin doesn't seem sure how to handle that reproachful look, but he does pivot and usher her toward the bedroom door where Jadzia awaits. He probably would have made introductions, only the shirt-wearing blond beat him to it. He slips past Telavi once they're past the threshold and hurries to the bed, picking up his sketch tablet and turning it toward the greenrider as if to say 'here, this explains it all!' and probably also 'please don't break up with me!' "Why, hello, Jadzia." That sunny smile turns up a notch into brilliance. "Whereabouts are you from?" Tela consents to lean against the nightstand and survey K'zin's work in progress, though it's several moments before she really looks at it; when she does, her mouth twitches. Perhaps it's an awful depiction, or just that fantastic; perhaps it's a delayed reaction to socks; perhaps she's considering nuance. K'zin finally gets a smile, and it's even a softer one, if not yet entirely forgiving; that Jadzia character is, after all, still wearing the shirt. "Do proceed. It's so nice and warm in here," that she'll start unfastening her jacket. "Crom," comes easily enough from Jadzia. And that's it. She doesn't have any questions to return to Telavi but she watches her curiously for a few long moments. Then she's turning to help herself back to the bed, pulling K'zin's shirt back off. It's tossed, purely by coincidence, in the greenrider's direction. Jadzia is clearly too busy paying attention to getting back into her pose to notice these things. "Commission," K'zin chimes in helpfully, tapping the page, as if that too explains so much. "Sort of. I owe her." He's blushing already, but it darkens, "Because I was an ass." If he owed Jadzia this much, imagine how much he's going to owe Tela. When he resettles on his corner of the bed, it's more of a perching than a proper settling. "I was just telling her how nice and forgiving and beautiful you are, Tela." Given that he only used one of those adjectives previously, using them now is sure to improve matters. Telavi doesn't seem to mind being watched; likely she's used to it. Her attire is sleek, feminine, the becoming-visible blouse a steel blue softened by its bias drape and the fanciful embroidery that adorns it; her hair is upswept into a spiral echoed by the brownish-red patterns barely able to be glimpsed at her neckline. She doesn't move to catch the shirt, instead letting it fall at her feet; she doesn't, for once, pick it up; she does return, easily, "Benden, and It sounds like quite the story. 'Forgiving,' hm?" When her gaze alights on the Crom girl again, it's with a smile visible more in her eyes and the rise of her cheeks than the demure purse of her mouth. "He wasn't that big of an ass," Jadzia points out so very helpfully. "But he's been really nice about this drawing thing. It's for a guy I know." She seems pretty comfortable even though she's naked in front of two people now. "You can join me, if you want." Jadzia waves a hand at all of Telavi's clothes and pats the bed, beaming a smile to match the greenrider's. "He'd probably appreciate it so he doesn't have to just stare at my boobs the whole time." If K'zin's eyes get a little bigger at the prospect, can he really be blamed? One look toward Telavi is enough to have him redoubling his rapt attention on the paper. He looks at Jadzia a great deal less now than before. One can only hope it won't negatively impact the work of art.For once, the bronzerider chooses the path of wisdom and says nothing. "Oh?" The guy. As to lounging, "It would be more comfortable," Telavi determines after a moment of what surely must be careful thought. Never mind the bare hint of a dimple as she trades a glance with the Crom girl, starting to straighten away from the nightstand... only to artistically pause. "But I don't know, K'zin, would it be too distracting from your..." what was the word from earlier? "'Finishing'?" Is this a trick question? "What do you think, K'zin? I think your girlfriend should be comfortable. I don't think it would be that distracting. Though the sooner you finish, the sooner I can leave and then you two can have your bed all to yourself." Jadzia spreads a hand over the covers with something like disappointment. It's such a nice, big bed. She's definitely not helping with either of them, really. But is she doing it on purpose? This is a trap. There is no way this is not a trap. K'zin's brown gaze bounces between one blonde and the other now. Then he clears his throat, "Whatever makes you two ladies happy." That's a safe answer, right? "I'm sure I can-" little intake of breath, "-manage." Eyes on the paper, eyes on the paper, K'zin! His eyes slide back with urgency, his pencil moving again. "Well..." another artistic pause, and then Tela's rounding the bed to the space behind Jadzia in a slow, easy saunter; one mustn't, after all, block the Artist's view. If she happens to be conscious of how she might look while disrobing-- yet all the while looking sublimely unselfconscious-- so be it. Boots take time, even if the socks go with them, and then she's loosening the laces of her blouse... only to recline just like that. Maybe she's modest! Of course, there's also the opportunity to add 'headknobs' with a pair of uplifted fingers behind the other blonde's head, and this time the dimple comes out in earnest. Jadzia watches Telavi disrobe. At least as much as she's going to. She almost looks a little disappointed when it stops where it does. Once the greenrider has settled, the Cromese blonde returns her attention to K'zin. And since Telavi is more behind her than in front, she won't notice the brow-lifted look she gives the bronzerider. Whatever that means! K'zin certainly can't help repeated glances to Telavi as she disrobes. And his disappointment is obvious. He even goes so far as to ask in what's meant to be an innocent tone, "Don't think you'll be too hot, what with the quilt and all, Tela?" If the greenrider's aim was to get him to laugh, he doesn't, instead his brow wrinkles as he looks from Tela's fingers to Jadzia's brow-lifted look. Then it's back to the paper. The nice, safe paper. Telavi's laugh is quiet, but rich amusement lies within it. "I might be," she admits. "It sounds like it could be a real danger," and surely it's a good thing that he's so concerned for her safety. Danger leads to idly tracing one of the scars on Jadzia's back with a forefinger, inquiring, "Where did you get this one?" Jadzia isn't expecting to be touched, so her first impulse is to go tense and sit up more straight, glancing back at the greenrider before she slowly relaxes again. "I don't really keep track of them. Probably training." She can't really see her back, after all. But she can see her arms, so she moves the one to point out a prominent scar on her bicep. "That one hurt. Knife." What kind of boyfriend would he be if he weren't concerned for her safety! At least the bronzerider must earn some kind of points for attention to the task at hand when he addresses Telavi with dubious eyebrows and a stern voice, "If you're going to make her tense up like that, you'll have to watch from somewhere else," loathed though his imagination might be to banish her. The other blonde is then asked, curiously, "Did you get most of them in the guard or after?" Is training runners and canines as dangerous as training herself? Tela's busy examining that bicep scar with the interest of one who just doesn't have marks like that-- "Knifed like that in training?"-- but does look up when addressed. Her, "Yes, K'zin," at least tries to sound contrite despite the lilt that laughs through it, and she pats Jadzia's arm before stealing a pillow and reclining back on her side again. Maybe she'll even take a nap. "Some before, some after. The worst after, I think. I was-- I was a little angry after I was kicked out. For awhile." So they weren't probably from her canine and runner training. Jadzia smiles, though. It's kind of fake and it's the closest to self conscious she's come since she took all of her clothes off. "Fight," she says with a slight tilt of her head in Telavi's direction. "I get that kind of anger. For different, probably not as good reasons, but the doing things that could get you scars." K'zin has been pretty lucky in that regard, though with his shirt off, the fairly recent and sizeable burn scar that mars his left forearm and the handful of much older ones on his right are obvious enough. The bronzerider glances to Telavi, his look a little sheepish. Surely she remembers the age of 'is stupid and fights too much,' but what he says is, "Jadzia was in the guard at Crom," since the nak-- er, nude blonde didn't volunteer that which might fill in a few blanks. "Mmm." It's a considering sort of sound from behind Jadzia, followed by a moment of equipoise; then Tela breathes out the rest of the way, without asking after all. She does shift a little more onto an elbow once K'zin starts talking, so she can look at him; yes, says the wry uptilt to her mouth, she does remember. But 'guard' has her refocusing, reassessing those blade marks and the not-now-guardsman who wears them. "Crom, hm? One of our weyrlings was from there-- but he must be considerably older than you." Jadzia will just focus on maintaining her pose for a long few moments. She glances at K'zin when he volunteers her past failure. But she can't mind, right? She sort of brought it up herself. "I was a recruit. Left after finishing training." Left. Was removed. Same difference. She glances back at Telavi's comment, but, after a moment of consideration, doesn't respond. K'zin doesn't seem to have any other potentially controversial information to offer, because he doesn't chime in with anything helpful now. His attention seems to on the drawing. He glances up to Jadzia after a moment, "Is your-- er," a look to Telavi that's a trifle guilty, "hand exactly as you'd like it for the sketch?" Guess where K'zin is looking next as that blush deepens. One must wonder, were Telavi not present, would he blush or put that blood to some other use? This time, Tela's single syllable is more of an ahh. Again she might ask; again she doesn't. She does, after a glance at K'zin's expression, peek around to scope out Jadzia's hands; one lifted brow later, she starts inspecting her own pristine fingernails. Jadzia nods her head to K'zin's question instead of actually saying anything. One might even wonder if she's a little uncomfortable now, even if she doesn't really look like she is. But she's definitely not as playful as she was. "How long have you two been... something?" Before becoming monogamous, presumably. K'zin is only too glad to move along away from that awkward moment. His eyes move on the sketch as he does obviously small strokes. The contrast between his now very casual manner and the absurdly specific response of, "Since she took my virginity three turns, five months and seven days ago," is bizarre to say the least. It certainly might be to Telavi, who really does put her face in her hands after a long, wide-eyed moment; that doesn't stop her from saying lightly, a beat later, "I keep it under my pillow." Jadzia laughs. No, no. Jadzia giggles. And then she laughs. It's the sort of laugh that messes up her careful pose. And Telavi's contribution only makes her laugh that much more. There are tears and everything. Jadzia ends up sprawled back on the bed, head tilted to look at the greenrider. "Tell me he took yours, too. Is it in here? Can I see it?" And then she starts laughing all over again. K'zin... is clearly lost on what the joke is. "What?" He asks of the women. "What's so funny?" The pencil has arrested, so perhaps Jadzia's pose being rather completely gone won't affect the drawing much for now. "That is not holding the pose," Telavi tells her exceedingly sternly, belied by the sparkle in her eyes and the way her voice catches once so she won't laugh. Then she's peeking over at K'zin, and that newly-emerged dimple deepens. "You explain," this with a prompting nudge to Jadzia's shoulder. She is, after all, the one who laughed. It's a moment or three before Jadzia has gotten herself composed again. She has to lean up on her elbows to address K'zin, still grinning a little foolishly. "It's sharding adorable that you know exactly how long ago it was. I can't even remember the name of the man who took mine." The way she phrases that is surely for K'zin's benefit. "But it's sweet. Really." No, really. Then she glances at Telavi again and asks, so very seriously, "Did he put up a good fight, at least? When you took it?" "What?" Maybe Jadzia didn't use small enough words for the Bronzerider of Very Little Brain. "Oh," he gets it a moment later. "No," only then he thinks about it and looks toward Telavi, as if weighing whether he wants the cool points back or if this might help make up for having a not-her naked girl in his bed. "Actually, it's just that-- my dragon-- he knows when it was and I'm good at math." Which doesn't explain it all, but some. "Actually, I hadn't realized that it had been that long. No wonder we're finally boyfriend and girlfriend." You sleep with someone long enough... Nor does Telavi reply immediately, though her smile's staying with her; rather, she looks to K'zin to check in with him-- right as he looks at her, as it turns out-- despite that he's the one who'd brought it up. "It was one for the record books," she assures Jadzia just as solemnly, and that is enough of that. Not that K'zin doesn't get another look, this less readable. "Do you visit High Reaches often?" "It's nice." Jadzia is still amused. It's a lot nicer that being possibly uncomfortable. Even if, after that, more people than not might be more uncomfortable. She's back to her usual ease, sitting up to flash K'zin a completely innocent smile. She resituates herself back into her pose as well as she can, lifting a brow at the bronzerider to ask if that's close enough before answering Telavi, "Not really. On business sometimes. We usually visit your bar when we come. I made a trip especially for this today, though." The bronzerider nods in answer to the brow lift from Jadzia, probably under the assumption that it's a question as to the pose. Clearly, it's close enough. "She caught me when I was taking a break at the forge. But I thought since she'd come all this way, I should do this instead." K'zin explains to Telavi as his pencil resumes movement. It surely had nothing to do with the appeal of a naked woman versus the sweat and manly stink of the forge... Telavi's is an easy laugh, presumably for the bar; "We get people from all over." For switching tasks, her tone carrying through, "It might be hard to imagine who wouldn't." She flicks another look at him and his pencil, but winds up watching the latter as his hand moves it: shorter strokes, longer strokes, how certain or uncertain they've grown to be. "It's supposed to be a present for a man I know," Jadzia explains further. Maybe it will help K'zin when he's left alone with his girlfriend, her knowing that there's another man that she's interested in. "I do really appreciate you taking the time," this for the bronzerider himself. "My pleasure," the two words that, were this any other task, would be an innocent enough expression are out of K'zin's mouth before he has a chance to think of the implications. His sudden blush and stutter are signs he knows the words have the power to erase whatever good will Jadzia had just earned him. "I mean..." What does he mean? He looks to Telavi and swallows visibly, "It's fine. I'm glad to--" do it? Is that any better? It's probably the taste of feet that have K'zin switching topics entirely. "I think you can get dressed now. I've got the basics down and the shading will take a while to get it good. Maybe Tela can bring it to you tomorrow in Crom, unless you'll still be in the Weyr?" Brown gaze bounces back and forth between the women. Tela's expression is all equanimity despite the blushing and so forth; "I could be persuaded," she allows, but to Jadzia. "Or it would be easy enough to pass it on to a watchrider when they drop by, but something like this deserves to be handed over directly, don't you think? Even if they can't see through the carrying case and past the seal." Or just get past the seal. Then again, how exciting do such packages ever look from the outside. It's quick enough, the way the blonde bounces from where she's sitting to the edge of the bed and onto her feet, rounding toward where she'd tossed her clothes and passing by K'zin on the way to glance at the paper. It's not until Telavi mentions watchrider that Jadzia blurts out a, "No!" It's another second before she's adding, "No, it's no trouble. I can stick around. Or come back." The sketch is as K'zin described. The outlines are all there, the pose, it's all very promising, but none of the detail work is done to make it look lifelike yet. K'zin startles just a touch at the blurting, but again, his pencil isn't touched to paper, so it's fine. "Whatever works for you. I'd bring it myself, but Rasavyth can't fly yet. Maybe soon, though," this is to Telavi. "They think he should start flying short distances unmanned at the start of the month," this must be new news since they last spoke. Then to Jadzia, "I've asked the elevator dragon up to take you back down. Not to rush you, or anything." It's not like he has plans to use his bed in the immediate future or anything. No? Telavi has such interested green eyes beneath their veil of lashes. "I can-- Really? That's wonderful!" she interrupts herself to exclaim to K'zin, and indeed she looks pleased; to Jadzia again, "It's been such a long process, it's promising to see more progress. Anyway, I can come by this time, maybe around lunchtime," especially if Crom is serving something tasty, "or later. No earlier. Where am I likely to find you, if it isn't around mealtime?" Jadzia moves on from glancing at the sketch soon enough, getting dressed quickly as she answers, "You can find me in the stables. I'll be there all day." Including lunch, evidently. "Or if you want to come later, I could buy you a drink for your trouble. I'd really appreciate it, though." It's a little more difficult for Jadzia to dart around Pern, after all. Once she's clothed and pulling on her jacket, she's already heading for the door. "I'll just go wait outside. Thanks again, K'zin. Good luck with your dragon. Nice to meet you, Telavi." She'll even wait until she makes it through the door before pulling out her flask. "It won't be long," K'zin's assurance is offered to Jadzia's back as she exits, but he can't get in much more than that. Once the door is closed behind her, K'zin looks at Telavi, his look a little expectant. He's probably not sure what he's expecting, but something. "Ras says the dragon's on his way up." It's words to fill the space while he waits. The tablet is shifted a little and his pencil is tilted for a broader stroke as he, presumably, starts some of the shading and texturing like a Good Little Artist. Meanwhile: "Later it is-- you too!" Tela calls brightly after their visitor and, with that, flops back on the bed with her arms outstretched. "Mmhmm." The elevator dragon. At least Solith's probably long finished hunting for Rasavyth by now, though there's no visible sign that Telavi actually checks. Tela's eyes shut. Until they open, so she can look at the ceiling. Then they shut, again-- though still not much, perhaps, along the lines of something. K'zin can only wait so long before his eyes shift away from the art again and to the not naked woman on his bed. "Am I in trouble?" At least he's asking directly this time and not playing games. "That phrase," Telavi says with a sigh that isn't complaint so much as ruminating upon language. "It's not like I'm your boss," or his parent. It does mean she turns her head enough to look at him, now, and finally opens her eyes to do just that. "I don't know how I feel. What do you think of it all?" "I think... maybe I should've asked you first. And that my dragon was trying to make trouble." There's a pause, and then, "He says it's a reminder about Savannah." K'zin rolls his eyes, and then sets the tablet aside. Going back to the first as if there hadn't been a Rasterruption, "Because even though you're not my boss, you are my girlfriend and probably I shouldn't have naked women in my bed without you knowing about it." Did he get the right answer? He looks at her in a way that isn't exactly without boyish hope. Maybe she's his Harper Instructor, not his boss. Great. It's probably not intentional, but Tela rolls her eyes at the exact same time; apparently she has nothing right now to say about the dragon issue. "How about, without my liking it," she does suggest with what's yes, fine, starting to become a bit of a smile. "Though at least this one was more 'on' your bed." At least, since she showed up. "Yes, that's what I meant." Suuure, K'zin. But the bronzerider can hardly be blamed for jumping on something that might keep him out of the figurative canine kennel. The smile he gives her is exaggeratedly winning to the point of cheesy. He pulls the tablet back into his lap as though that's all happily settled and comments almost absent-mindedly, "I know she invited and all, but I feel like we ought to sort of maybe apologize in case we made her feel awkward. Or something." Concern shows in the wrinkle of his brow. First, that smile that, somehow, she's supposed to believe. Next, she should apologize?! Telavi looks at K'zin, stares really, and then hops off the bed. "I'm going to go visit your punching bag," she tells him. "It's lonely." Tela will fix that right now-- and as for K'zin, he can finish on his own. Somewhere, he went wrong. Somewhere, but where? K'zin's groan of frustration and flop onto the bed heralds the beginning of his long and lonely contemplation of the question. Two attractive women in his bed, then nooooone! Woe! |
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