Logs:Of Lines Crossed
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| RL Date: 2 June, 2006 |
| Who: Bayan, Harley, L'sen, R'hin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| When: Day 21, Month 11, Turn 7 (Interval 10) |
| Your location's current time: 16:59 on day 21, month 11, Turn 57, of the Tenth Pass. It is a autumn afternoon. You head towards the lake shore. Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr This shoreline marks the edge of the freshwater lake that fills the southeastern portion of the bowl. The gritty dirt of the bowl gives way to smooth sand. Dragons love to dive and bathe within the lake's deep waters, enticing their riders to join them for some play; a chilly but refreshing experience. Firelizards frollic above the clear surface, hunting for the small fish that are kept well stocked. Across the lake, the bowl wall rises high into the sky, its face dotted with weyr entrances. A few dragonlengths above the water, glimpses of a level cliff can be seen amidst boulders lining the edge. Just south of here, a smaller pond of water is divided from the main lake by a natural bridge of land. A path leads across the bridge and up to the diving cliffs, winding through a dotting of small boulders on its way. The afternoon is clear and the sun shines brightly. There is a light breeze that ripples across the lake. Contents: Bayan Obvious exits: LAke Pond Diving Cliff Bowl Harley strolls over from the eastern side of the bowl. Harley has arrived. R'hin's dressed casually as he walks towards the lake end of the bowl. He's stretching his arms as he approaches, a good indicator that he's intending to go for a run around the lake itself. For now, though, he heads in the direction of his rock, using it as a suitable step to limber up on. Harley is ambling along instead of walking at her usual brisk pace, coming across the bowl. She's munching on a meatroll and sipping from a mug of klah as she walks as well. Seeing R'hin at his usual rock as she gets closer, she debates going in the other direction if only to keep him from getting all fussed. Her feet however, keep her moving forward while she debates this. Bayan is at his customary place, so engrossed in his thoughts that he misses the arrivals of the weyrling and Harley. Suddenly standing, he was about to leave when the first thing he sees is R'hin. Bayan's face falls as he just stares at him, then looks over and notices Harley. "Uh, hey!" he says with a smirk, placed back quickly and carefully as though all was well in his world. "Fancy meeting you two here..or again." He chuckles and stretches, eyeing the weyrling wearily and looking as thought there's something he wants to say to him. R'hin rests his foot against the rock, leaning on the bent knee for a moment. As he switches sides, he catches sight of Harley out of the corner of her eye, watching her for a moment, as if waiting to see where she's headed. Eventually, he greets, casual: "Harley." The demeanor is extended to Bayan, as well, with a nod, "Ah! If it isn't our troubled visitor. Still here, I see? The wild blue yonder hasn't drawn you onwards as yet?" While he catches Bayan's look, the bronze weyrling doesn't encourage him, nor query him on it. Harley is too close to be meandering in any other direction. She nods to both men. "R'hin." her tone is equally casual. Eyes going to Bayan, she adds a soft "Bayan." Returning her gaze to R'hin she bites her lip for a few seconds before realizing another bite of meatroll would be much tastier. Chomp. Bayan grins and nods to Harley, "How you been?" he asks softly before returning his gaze to R'hin. "Troubled? No, not me. I've been the picture of good here," and he winks smoothly. "Ask Harley, she knows. And...I do have something to ask of you...about Satiet?" He raises an eyebrow in amusement, though his anger at the weyrling is apparent in his eyes. R'hin gives up stretching, dropping his leg back to the ground. Abruptly, he strides up to Harley, and gathers her up in an oddly effusive bear hug. "Congratulations. Hope it turns out less of an optimist than its father." He lets her go again just as abruptly, though leaves a steadying hand to her arm should she require it, eyes drifting to Bayan. A snort answers the erstwhile Igenite's claims of goodness. "Sure, sure. I bet you have -everyone- fooled. Congratulations." He claps his hands together a few times, the gesture deliberately mocking. He flickers a glance towards Harley, then back to Bayan, lips twitching. "Satiet and I don't exactly have a warm rapport, but if I can help you ingratiate yourself with her... ask away." Seeing R'hin coming, she barely has time to hold the klah mug out of the way so it doesn't get spilled on her or the weyrling. Harley blinks, obviously surprised. Very surprised. She knows if she even tries to return that hug, R'hin is going to be wearing klah or meatroll. So she opts for a smile, needing that steadying hand to regain her balance. She does add in a murmur "There's nothing wrong with optimism. And thank you." Pointing at 'R'hin's rock with the meatroll, she asks "May I?" Bayan first grins and bows to Harley, "Oh yes. L'sen told me the other day. Congratulations." He pauses to watch the hug in mild interest, "He's really excited about it." Glancing now at the weyrling, he pauses a long time, "Still talking while clueless, aren't we?" he drawls slowly at him. "As for Satiet, I'm more interested in knowing what you told her about me. I ran into her not too long ago, and she had some...interesting...ideas, about my involvement with her. They were ideas that gave me a very good laugh, I might add! Ofcourse, I knew it had to be from you she got such blasphemous notions, so, do tell." He fold his arms across his chest and stares at the weyrling. "Have you -met- L'sen?" R'hin counters, but it's good-natured, as if he might just be joking. A grin, and he gestures gallantly towards the rock, "Please do," he allows, eyes following her for a moment. He seems pleased with her surprise in reaction to his gesture, strolling casually closer to maintain an easy distance between Harley and Bayan, not at all coincidentally. "I'm shocked, dear boy! Such accusations of me!" He touches a hand to his chest, as if hurt. "It's well that you got a good laugh out of it, which I can only take as a sign that you enjoyed it, so we can put it behind us." His gaze is likewise on the Igenite, ill-concealed challenge in the gesture. Leiventh> To you, Leiventh, sunning himself in a distant part of the bowl, senses something, attention focusing on you. He's by no means alarmed, merely curious at this stage. Harley sits on the rock, her eyes going between Bayan and R'hin. She's starting to enjoy the 'discussions' between the two though she doesn't do anything so rude as to show it. She settles for taking a couple sips of the klah before speaking. "Rumor abounds in this weyr no matter what you do or say. When I first got here, I said I liked babies when someone asked me about working in the nurseries and next thing I know I'm pregnant. That was what, well over a turn ago." her eyes sparkle suddenly "I must have set a record since I still have a few months to go." Bayan grins gently to Harley, "I believe you with rumors," he says, "But they've always annoyed me. If you're going to spread something, make sure it's atleast true," and he pointedly looks at R'hin. "The laugh was good, but her current estimation of me isn't, especially since it's based on a lie. I had no intentions on her, harmful or otherwise, and I was shocked to hear of it from her. I can take insults, my dear boy, but lies...that's crossing a line you don't want to cross." He matches the weyrling's challenge, tinged with amusement. A quick glance to Harley, "Sorry you have to hear all this, but I couldn't hold back this from him. Not only has he put Maja on me, which I could care less, he now has Satiet on me." R'hin folds his arms across his chest, in a deliberate echo of Bayan's posture. His eyes remain on the Igenite despite the words being clearly addressed to Harley: "Do you think if I start spreading the rumour that Maja is a lovely, warm and friendly person, the next thing you know..." he trails off with an amused twist of lips. "You were shocked?" the bronze weyrling asks, puzzled, of Bayan, "I thought you were highly amused? So many disparate emotions, I can barely keep track." His head tips to one side, although unlike his counterpart, his eyes never leave the other man. "Should I draw you a map to illustrate how far over the line I already am, and how empty your continued threats are? Have you ever heard the Harper tale of the boy who cried wherry? I can do a pretty good summary of it, if you're interested...?" Harley chews and swallows the mouthful of meatroll. Tilting her head to one side, she simply asks, interrupting R'hin. "All right. I understand how you feel about lies. Believe me, being hold bred, just arrived in the weyr and being asked when my baby was going to arrive was a shock. I have one question though." She pauses to take another sip of klah before continuing, her expression still thoughtful. "Satiet told you it was R'hin who informed her?" Bayan's smirk is now gone. He look coldly at the weyrling, looking about having enough of his jibes, but he answers Harley's question first. "I made a guess with the hints she tossed at me, and she confirmed them. It was obvious, since there's no other weyrling I have problems with here. I don't think Maja would stoop so low to do that, so she never entered my mind." His gaze flicks to R'hin, "Perhaps you should learn the difference between threats and warnings, R'hin. That wasn't it. If I ever threaten you, believe me...it will /not/ be an empty one." His eyes seconds that statement. "I am simply stating something you're having a hard time grasping. And shocked? Not really. I was amused to a point, until Satiet thought it useful to now be distrustful of me." R'hin seems undisturbed by the coldness, as he offers casually, "You started this, itinerant, not me. You haven't any high ground to stand on." A faint chuckle is evidenced, low and quiet, as he takes a step closer to the other man. "Then threaten me, ruffian! Bother me not with your whining about how I did you wrong, you poor innocent!" His voice, in turn, is cool, dismissive. "Wait a minute, you -just- said you were shocked. Now you're not. Who is the liar here, I wonder?" he asks, gaze finally leaving the man, rolling upwards in mock contemplation. He certainly hasn't denied that he spoke to Satiet, but neither does he confirm it. Leiventh> To you, Leiventh's thoughts hover indistinctly, like he's considering warning you, then decides better of it. Leiventh> Teonath senses that Leiventh's crimson and bass tones are simply present all of a sudden, no sly sliding up. « Mine wishes to convey that your rider's distrust of the itinerant appears to have ruffled some feathers. » There's a sense of tense amusement, though some of it is undoubtedly his rider's influence. Harley's expression shifts from thoughtful to wary. Alert. Turns spent with squabbling brothers has taught her not to get between the two men. And she wasn't about to find out how that bronze would react to his rider getting slugged. She's not going to put up with much more of this. She clears her throat, loudly. "Enough. Both of you." she grabs a quick sip of the cool klah before continuing. "We know where each of you stand with the other now. Brawling about it here and now will serve no purpose-" she breaks off before she finishes that sentence. After a split seconds pause, she adds "other than to make several other people angry, myself not included." Bayan flicks a glance at Harley for a moment, as if contemplating for her words, then looks back at the weyrling, coolly saying "You want to back away from me, right now." His easy-going demeanor is gone, replaced with something much different. "I have had about enough of you. I never started anything with you, so back off." Each word is spoken deliberate and in even tones. Sizing the weyrling up, he finally breaks into a small smirk as he turns to Harley, "No worries, my dear. I made a promise to someone and I don't intend to break it. Now, if he decides to take it a step farther..." and he leaves that off, knowing where that sentence would lead. The bronze weyrling's posture tenses slightly, glance flickering towards the assistant steward. R'hin's head jerks in Bayan's direction, "No one said anything about brawling. This one'll stick a knife in my back when I'm sleeping," he observes, with a glance towards Bayan, and a smile that is closer to a baring of teeth than anything, "No need to confirm or deny with witnesses about," he graciously allows. He eyes the distance between them - not great, but he's certainly not in Bayan's personal space yet. He uses the toe of his shoe to draw a line just in front of him in the sand. "Is this the line, then?" His hands clap abruptly together, ringingly, allowing anger to leak through: "Speak your thoughts, ruffian! Tell me what you will do if I cross the line! Be brave! You face a lowly weyrling, whom no one would be sorry to see gone. Speak!" he commands. After a long pause, the whisper-soft sand strokes of Teonath's mind lift up to entangle the crimson and bass intrusion in sweeps of desert gold and brilliant blues. « Those who have no dwelling bring suspicion too easily on themselves. » Though more conversation could ensue, the retreat of the queen's touch speaks of a distraction that will not deviate further. Harley blinks and boggles at R'hin. She just boggles. It takes a minute to realize her mouth is hanging open. Quickly closing it, the klah mug hits the ground, breaking into several large pieces as she stands up. "No one??" she glares at R'hin. "Excuse me? You would throw your life away like that?" and she snaps her fingers. "You care so little for your dragon?" She is both angry and upset. "Have you learned nothing since you came here? While I agree with you about who you are, even if you drive the rest of the weyr insane, that doesn't mean you can deny *Exactly* *Who* *You, R'hin* *Really* *Are*. Face it, accept it, and get on with driving the rest of us crazy. I don't ever want to hear a comment like that from you again. That you care so little for your own life" and she breaks off, turning her glare on Bayan "And you sir, you need to back off. While you are a welcome guest here at High Reaches, you don't need to keep throwing out those challenges." Her gaze shoots back to R'hin "Nor you, yours for that matter." knowing full well which challenges came from whom. "If you two want to settle your score, the least you can do is wait until after R'hin graduates. When he's free to decide his own fate, or his dragons." and the look she gives both Bayan and lastly to R'hin is angry enough to leave scorch marks on their own hides. "Is that understood?" Bayan is about to retort at the weyrling when Harley suddenly cuts into his thoughts. Bayan goes blank, staring at the lady for a long moment, speechless. Then, "Challenges?" he echoes, simply aghast. Another pause is taken before he bursts into laughter so hard that it has him almost in tears. Wiping at his eyes, he does take a step back from the weyrling, then holds both his hands away from himself in a sign of peace. "Well, I can't say much to that. You are, simply put, quite a lady!" he drawls with a lazy smirk, the dangerous look in his eyes now gone as he sweeps a bow towards her. His eyes does flick towards the weyrling briefly, as if to say 'this isn't over.' L'sen heads over from the eastern side of the bowl. L'sen has arrived. R'hin stares at Bayan still, a snort given as the Igenite fails to answer. He draws his own conclusions from that, deliberately taking one step across the line he's drawn, voice quiet, pointed, "And I guess we see what measure of a man we have before us." Eventually, his gaze travels towards Harley, faint surprise at her outburst, silent a moment. "I've learned many things, Harley," he counters, anger curbed in his own voice in response to hers. "And don't even suggest for a moment I've forgotten about Leiventh, and never make the mistake of thinking he's not paying attention." He's angry in turn, but visibly struggling to control it, seething at her comments. "If you never want to hear a comment like that again, I shall be sure never to express it when you are around." Leiventh> To you, Leiventh's mental tones thrum and flare in response to your anger, though he is the soothing, calm counterpoint to it. Harley says "Oh don't you give me that R'hin!" she's still furious, and to those who know her well, pretty scared. By two posturing men flexing their egos? No. That doesn't phase her a bit. She throws her hands up in the air, the remains of the meatroll going flying. A little brown firelizard nabs it out of midair as she glares at R'hin "You say that but I never see it! I only see-- oh what does it matter anyway." and she whirls around to get back to the caverns. Seeing L'sen instead, she practically throws herself at him. If steam could come out of a humans ears, her's would be blasting it clear across the bowl in both directions. She mutters unintelligibly, shaking with the angry scare R'hin gave her." Strolling lakeward, L'sen meanders about with his usual purposefullessness until he finds someone to entertain him. In this case, three someones: for his eyes lock on Bayan, Harley, and R'hin from afar, and, though he can't pick their conversation up from the distance, it certainly /looks/ interesting. And animated. He heads closer, hailing them with a cheery wave and a "Hiya, everybody," before the tension of the other three sends him to glance curiously between them. "Er. What's goin' on?" wonders the bluerider, still grinning when Harley throws herself at him. "Whoa, what's wrong with you?" he wonders, blinking in surprise., Bayan watches Harley curiously, shaking his head slowly. And all he wanted today was a peaceful day at the lake. Seeing that's out, he notes the pointed step over the line R'hin makes and the words he throws his way. That alone causes his hands to ball into fists at his sides as he flicks a warning glance at the weyrling. Quietly and evenly, he says "You have no idea what my measure is....and that's /your/ line to cross, not mine." When Harley storms into L'sen, his face clears of expression. "L'sen," he just says, not sure what to say to the bluerider. Verenth wanders over from the eastern side of the bowl. Verenth has arrived. R'hin's jaw clenches at Harley's reaction, watching her flee towards the bluerider with a slight narrowing of his eyes. His attention, however, is swiftly drawn back to Bayan, eyes flickering towards the other's fists with interest. "You did say if I took a step further..." he trails off, frowning, "And then there was some ominous silence. Granted, you might have been about to follow up with 'I will give you presents and puppies' or something, since you're obviously so skilled at obfuscating your intentions. Care to enlighten the rest of us?" Harley's arms are crossed defensively across her chest as she listens and just steams. Almost literally. She jerks a thumb over her shoulder at R'hin and Bayan. "Here what they just said? They've been going at it since I got over here. And R'hin said" she hiccups, pausing to try to calm herself down "he said no one would be sorry to see him gone." She's not worried who overhears at this point. The steam is still coming out of her ears. Or would be. Even L'sen can't blithely chatter on and ignore this problem. The bluerider peers between R'hin and Bayan with furrowed brows, regarding the pair uncertainly. "Uh, guys? What /is/ going on here? Seriously. Because, lines? And puppies? I'm lost. Y'all two all right? Uh." Harley gains his attention with her words, but it's to R'hin that he stares. "Why would you say a thing like that?" he asks the bronze weyrling, surprised and more confused than ever. Bayan looks on for a bit before showing a look of mild innocence. At the weyrling, he gives him a look of boredom, "Whatever. Look, just keep your lies to yourself, okay? I don't want Satiet or someone else coming up to with ideas of me doing whatever it is you think of. I have enough to deal with than to add you to the stack." He looks back at Harley and L'sen, grinning, "Nothing's going on, L'sen. You saw the beginning...and the end." He glances briefly at R'hin again pointedly before adding "I just want a peaceful moment at the lake is all." He shrugs and looks rather amused by the situation. "Oh-ho!" R'hin chortles, delighted with Bayan's abrupt change of demeanor. "How very intriguing. You accuse me of lies in the same breath as you perpetrate your own! The gall!" He's deliberately not looking at Harley at this point, instead saluting as L'sen's words draw attention to his approach, offering casually, "Oh, yes. Just another -friendly- chat with our resident ruffian, my good bluerider. Yes, why would I say such a thing, indeed?" he mutters, rather than answering L'sen's query, returning Bayan's look with a bemused rise of brows. Harley sniffs, her glare turning from the lake to R'hin and on to Bayan for a few seconds. Each. She mutters a few more unintelligible words before she takes a deep breath and tries to relax. Tries. She glances up at L'sen. "You don't happen to be free tonight do you?" While she doesn't say it out loud, she could definitely use a neck rub. She doesn't dare open her mouth at the moment to say anything to Bayan or R'hin. In fact, she's biting her tongue, literally. Shaking her head at the trader and weyrling, she returns to the rock and crouches down to start picking up the remnants of the klah mug that broke to bits. L'sen rolls his eyes, apparently reassured by R'hin's and Bayan's words. "Well, okay. D'y'all /always/ have to bait each other like that, though? Can't you just, I dunno, get along, you know what I mean? Boys," he says in mock-disgust, though he's probably younger than both. "I bet lots of people would miss you," he continues breezily to the weyrling, grinning again--he doesn't seem to think things are too seriously. "And yes," he tells Harley quickly, with that trademark big grin, "I am. Don't have any plans just yet." Bayan watches the exchange between L'sen and Harley closely, and with a certain amount of interest. He keeps the smirk as he regards the weyrling now, "I'm interested to hear the so-called lies I just told?" and he raises an eyebrow in prompt. At the name 'ruffian', he rolls his eyes and shakes his head, "I'm a ruffian? I'm not even going to ask." He nods to the bluerider, "I did no baiting. I simply asked him a question and he went off on me. Well," and he pauses in thought, "I may have baited, just a tad," and he winks good-naturedly before flicking a glance at R'hin to challenge his words. "'Nothing going on'?" R'hin counters to Bayan's challenge, echoing the other man in precise intonation. He purses his lips briefly, eyeing L'sen in obvious bemusement. "Apparently some fall for it very easily. I can see how you would think you've such a glib tongue, Igenite," the bronze weyrling says to Bayan. "Not all are so trusting, however. I needn't have said anything to Satiet - she is intelligent and adept enough to draw her own conclusions. Perhaps you have valid cause to be concerned over her distrust of you." Arms spread out to his sides, he takes a step back, executes a mocking bow, and turns to leave, striding back across the bowl, his intended run put on hold for the time being. You stroll north towards the main bowl area. |
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