Logs:Of Taking Advantage
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| RL Date: 25 June, 2006 |
| Who: Harley, R'hin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| When: Day 28, Month 2, Turn 8 (Interval 10) |
| Your location's current time: 17:26 on day 31, month 2, Turn 58, of the Tenth Pass. It is a winter afternoon. You vault down Leiventh's side to the ground, using his straps as handholds. Clearing Outside the Tunnel Entrance to High Reaches Weyr(#1021RJs) As you breathe the fresh, crisp air here, you can enjoy the spectacular view of the scenery outside the Weyr. Dominating the horizon are the high mountains common in the area. And though you know that various holds lie beyond those mountains, your eyes see only the towering behemoths. The well-worn road leading away from the Weyr is full of ruts and bumps from the many travel wagons carrying their cargo to the Weyr. In the distance, dust clouds rise from arriving and departing wagons as they navigate the path. A long, low stone building huddles under a natural stone overhang on the Weyr mountain wall, flanked by a dusty and well-trampled paddock in which a few runners shiver in the cold. A few windows in the wall nearest you let light and air into the building. Contents: Leiventh Condier Family Wagon Conmara Traders Camp Obvious exits: Old Mountain Trail Pass through the Mountains Road to High Reaches Hold STables Tunnel into High Reaches Weyr Harley strides out of the tunnel cut into the Weyr mountain. Harley has arrived. It's a cool winter's afternoon, and R'hin's decked in his flying leathers in deference to the cold rather than any particular travel requirements. He's standing, talking easily with one of the Conmara Traders, gesturing animatedly and laughing now and then. Leiventh is a bulky shadow quite a distance from the camp itself, undoubtedly so as not to scare any of the burden beasts. Harley comes out of the tunnel, putting one of those ever present scraps of hide in her pocket. "Yes, I think we've got everything now." she is saying to herself as she consults another, cleaner bit of hide. Looking up, she stops short when she sees R'hin. "Oh. Hello R'hin. How are you and Leiventh today?" R'hin passes the trader a tightly rolled up hide and a quartermark, slapping the man gratefully on the back as he turns away. He shoves hands into his pockets more for warmth than anything else, only the barest of pauses in his stride as Harley greets him. "Both fairly decent," he answers, amiably, "And I see you're still very pregnant," he observes, dryly, as he walks up to join her, taking her words as tacit invitation. "Have you spoken to L'sen lately?" he asks, tilting his head as pale eyes flicker up and down her form as if to determine her present health. Harley shrugs as she carefully folds the clean hide and puts it in her other pocket, drawing the cloak closed around her. Or mostly. Her belly has gotten large enough it's going to peek out of anything with an open seam unless it's fastened. Her answer has a wry tone t it "Obviously. Saw him in passing at lunch today. Why?" Her hands draw the cloak over her belly and hold it shut for the moment. The scrutiny continues for moments more past politeness, edging into uncomfortable. "Just wondering if he mentioned the conversation we had," R'hin responds after a few moments. "Here," he reaches for her arm, with the intent of steering her towards a seat on the steps of the closest wagon, with the confident air of someone who assumes she'll simply comply. "You know, with all this snow, you ought to get yourself a sled, tie a couple of canines to it, make them haul you around," there's a twitch of lips that indicates his humor. A single eyebrow is raised as the study of her mostly hidden frame continues. She does comply though if R'hin were paying attention, he'd see the glittering look he got. One that carried a definite warning. Harley simply snorts at his sled and canine comment. "No thanks. There's nothing wrong with my legs, or my back. I can walk just fine." she answers with a bit of asperity. Harley settles on the step where she's been led and looks up at R'hin. "So what did you and L'sen talk about?" Although R'hin notes the warning he doesn't let it phase him; he takes it, and the warning in stride, almost as if he expected it. "Not saying that you can't walk, but you're only going to in this condition for a limited time, so you might as well take advantage of it." His hand falls from Harley's arm only after she's seated. He puts a foot up on the bottom step, leaning his arm against it, half bent over. He doesn't answer her question immediately, but eventually says with a hint of reluctance, as if knowing she won't like it, "About your baby." Harley chuckles as she rearranges her cloak about herself, making sure she's pretty well covered from neck to toe. "I'm not going to be taking advantage of anything. Walking is supposed to be good for you. Even to help, especially when it's time for the birth. And I'm not such a silly female as to say I need help because I'm pregnant either." a soft snort accompanies that before she continues. "Really? What about the baby?" "No, you're not silly," R'hin agrees, "But you might never be in this situation again. You ought to use it while you can. I would, if it were me," he chuckles, low, pleased by the absurdity of the statement. He exhales slowly, then says, "About it's future. I suggested maybe it was worthwhile fostering the child outside the Weyr, to give it more opportunities." The expression on his face is set, like he's bracing himself for argument from her. Harley smiles. She actually chuckles. "The babe hasn't even been born yet. I've got at least 8 or 10 turns to think about fostering the babe, and where to." Her head tilts to one side as a thoughtful expression fills her face. "What did L'sen say?" "He didn't want to consider it, really. He seemed certain he'd have enough time to be a full time dad, despite the fact that he's a rider," R'hin replies, slowly. Harley nods as she pulls her cloak closed again, keeping her hands under the heavy folds. "That doesn't surprise me. He says his dragon is making all kinds of plans for the baby as well." Her brow wrinkles in a small frown as her feet slide back and tuck in under the edge of the cloak. "He'll find out. We both will. But I'm not exactly against fostering him or her out when they're old enough." "It's a good idea. You'll give him - or her - greater exposure to different people outside the Weyr." R'hin says earnestly, "I can recommend a few people in Nabol when the time comes - it's not that far away that you and L'sen couldn't visit frequently." Harley nods though the mention of Nabol does give her a tiny bit of a pause. "It's something we can talk about, certainly." she answers. She shifts on the step, as if she's starting to get uncomfortable. "Did L'sen happen to mention any names he's been thinking about for the baby?" Her feet reappear from under the cloak as she slowly rises from the step of the wagon, again pulling the cloak closed around her. "I don't think he's decided yet. You know how he can be," R'hin flitters his hands as if to emulate the bluerider's mind, grinning as he does so, however. With a low exhale and a glance at Leiventh, he adds, "I'm afraid I'm being called for. We should have dinner one night, before you give birth." He offers a hand to help her back to her feet, noting the uncomfortable shifting she does. Harley smiles widely as she straightens. "It won't be long before that happens." she admits. "At least, I hope so." She waves to the bronze as she shifts and turns towards the tunnel. "But all the same, if we can manage it. And I'll have to pin L'sen down about a name. I certainly haven't been able to come up with one yet. And thanks R'hin." With a tilt of head, R'hin offers abruptly, "I like Leysen." A faint twitch of lips, and he adds, "And you're welcome." Turning on his heel, he strides swiftly towards Leiventh. Harley blinks as R'hin walks towards the bronze, then smiles. "I'll let L'sen know." she calls after him as she walks into the tunnel. Harley walks into the tunnel cut into the Weyr mountain. Harley has left. |
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