Logs:Of Unsavory Opinions
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| RL Date: 13 May, 2006 |
| Who: Bayan, Harley, R'hin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| When: Day 26, Month 8, Turn 7 (Interval 10) |
| Your location's current time: 16:33 on day 26, month 8, Turn 57, of the Tenth Pass. It is a summer afternoon. You stride out to the bowl. Eastern Bowl, High Reaches Weyr(#840RJs) Standing on the eastern side of the bowl, you realize why this is one of the most striking Weyrs on Pern. Arrayed around the north rim of the bowl are the Seven Spindles: high crownlike points formed of old volcano flows which were eroded to sharp spikes. The bowl itself is a rough ovoid shape, with a large lake taking up a good portion of the southeastern part. The bowl seems to slant down to the lake shore, and the soil becomes a little looser in that direction. From the east, the slight aroma of herdbeast and wherry hide rises from the feeding grounds. The northeast section of the bowl is full of activity: training of dragons both young and old goes on in a large clearing near the entrance to the weyrling barracks and dragon infirmary. Several small boulders dot the area to the north, forming a winding path to the ledges leading into the weyrleaders' quarters. The afternoon is partly cloudy, though the sun still shines through. It is completely still, no winds blow and the summer air feels stiflingly hot. Contents: Leiventh Arikelth Oenoneth Obvious exits: Weyrleader Ledges Western Bowl Floor Dragon Infirmary Weyrling Barracks Weyrling Training Room Feeding Grounds Lake Shore Harley heads over from the western side of the bowl. Harley has arrived. R'hin's currently standing just outside the feeding grounds, head tilted as he peers up silently at Leiventh. The bronze's attention, however, doesn't seem to be on his lifemate, but rather on the herdbeasts grazing peacefully (and obliviously) in the feeding grounds. "They're not going to come over here, you know," the weyrling finally mutters. Leiventh> To you, Leiventh says reproachfully, « I'm lulling them into a false sense of security, R'hin. » Harley walks out of the lower caverns, shoving one of the ever present scraps of hide in her pocket. She looks like she's got too much to do and no time to do it. She also looks like she's going to melt. Her hair is pretty frazzled, wisps drifting free of the normally tight braid. The side seams of her tunic appear to have been let out a little in an effort to let more air circulate underneath the material. Only the air isn't circulating. "Hi R'hin. She glances around, then up. "Hi handsome." she says to Leiventh. Leiventh, as is his arm, is perfectly still, not even a twitch of tail to indicate awareness. He's focused almost exclusively on the feeding grounds, pointedly ignoring R'hin's bemused comment, "False sense of security? By letting them eat and sleep and wander around peacefully?" Leiventh's whuff of breath is likely more a greeting and acknowledgement of Harley than any response to R'hin's words; the bronze sidesteps abruptly, spreads his wings, and launches up into the air. With an easy, if polite smile, R'hin greets Harley, "I'm going to have to get jealous of him soon, you realize." Harley sits down on a handy rock and glances sidelong at R'hin. "Why would you need to get jealous of him?" she asks politely, though there's a spark of mischief in her eyes. From what I've been hearing, you're getting as much attention as he is, if not more." Her lips twitch as she finishes speaking but she manages not to smile. Not just yet. "You keep calling -him- handsome," R'hin says, "It makes me feel positively ordinary." Certainly, judging by the facetiousness of the words, and the facetiousness of the bronzerider in general, this isn't particularly likely. His eyes finally cut away from Leiventh as the bronze circles above, giving Harley a long look for a moment. "Some of that -attention-," faint emphasis, cool, dismissive, perhaps not directed at her but easily taken that way, "Is entirely unwelcome." Leiventh has left. In the sky directly above, Leiventh rises effortlessly into the sky from the ground below. Bayan heads away from the lake shore, back to the main bowl. Bayan has arrived. Harley tilts her head from what seems to be a vague look about the bowl and looks at you directly. "Hardly." she answers drolly "As you well know. And if it's so unwelcome, why do you keep doing the things that will bring more about?" There is open curiosity on her face. This is something she's been trying to figure out about R'hin for a while now. Noticing someone else walking nearby, she goes quiet, stifling the questions she's wanted to ask, though she nods politely to Bayan. Leiventh's shadow briefly crosses the pair - R'hin and Harley - standing near the feeding grounds, as the bronze lazily circles above, taking advantage of the warm summer thermals. An abrupt smile from R'hin, though the gesture isn't likely motivated by any sudden delight: "I am what I am, Harley." Shoulders lift and drop in one smooth motion. "I can't help do what I do, consequences or no." Although Leiventh's lazy motions indicate he might be circling for a while, some silent signal causes the weyrling to look upwards, intent, oblivious to any new arrivals. Leiventh> To you, Leiventh's focus sharpens, picking out one amongst the crowd. His mindvoice thrums with anticipation, waiting for the precise moment to strike... Bayan is walking into the bowl slowly, seeming to be taking a nice, lazy walk about the Weyr. His smile is easy, as usual, as though nothing could go wrong today -and he even returns Harley's nod with smooth grace. He was content to pass along until he noticed the dragon, and the dragon's lifemate. Stopping in his tracks, the look on his face seems like his day has just went wrong. "Shards and shells..." he mutters, almost losing his easy and calm demeanor infront of them. Putting it back up as though it never slipped, he smiles casually and nods to them both, "Great day today, isn't it?" he says by way of greeting. Harley's eyes go up as well to the circling bronze, then flick to Bayan at the soft exclamation. Maybe she didn't really hear it but she saw his lips move. Her face assumes the polite smile she gives anyone in the weyr when she's on duty. "It's a bit too warm for me to be honest. I'm Harley, Assistant Steward here at High Reaches." The soothing repetitions of Leiventh's lazy motions continue for a moment, before, without warning, the bronze's wings snap closed as he dives down towards the feeding grounds, swooping quick and fast. Backwinging at the last second, his talons rip into a herdbeast, his weight bearing down on the unfortunate creature with a loud *crack* that echoes across the bowl. R'hin's eyes glimmer with barely restrained delight, focused on the sight of his dragon's kill, mercifully blocked for the most part by the bronze's bulk. A grin lingers on his lips as he turns back, finally noticing Bayan, and missing the man's dismay. "A great day to talk about the weather," he remarks, casual in equal measures. In the sky directly above, Leiventh banks and lands neatly on in the feeding grounds. Leiventh> To you, Leiventh's wordless delight echoes yours - or perhaps yours echoes his, it's difficult to tell. Crimson flares with the joy of the hunt and the kill, the satisfaction of his meal. In the feeding grounds, The flock of wherries runs around the meadow, screeching. Bayan's grin stays easy, nodding to Harley first, "Well met. Name's Bayan." He glances briefly at R'hin and his casualt demeanor, and copies it as he turns instead toward the feeding grounds, "It is indeed a great day to talk of the weather. I enjoy the cool weather," he just states, although if he's talking about the weather or something else, is anyone's guess." Harley notices R'hin's delight at the kill and makes a note to herself to watch the other riders to see if they have the same reaction. Her eyebrows shoot up under sweat damp bangs as she turns on her rock to face Bayan. "Cool?" her voice goes up a bit, though it's still soft. "I've lived in the Reaches all my life and this is hot. Where are you from, Bayan?" The sounds of Leiventh enjoying his meal aren't muted in the slightest, considering how close the group is standing to the feeding grounds. R'hin leans an arm on the fence separating the bowl from the feeding grounds, his gaze cutting towards the bronze now and then, that eerily delighted grin still lingering as he does so. A snort greets Bayan's casual demeanor, the weyrling ill content to keep to feigned politeness on his part for overly long. His hand gestures in Bayan's direction, though he's talking to Harley as he says, "Careful of that one, Harley. He's dangerous, and dark. Did I mention mysterious? Can't forget that part. It's what all the ladies like, I hear." Bayan's eyes simply flick to R'hin before answering Harley, "I'm from Igen, so you can imagine...this, to me, is good weather." He nods at that, then turns back to the feeding grounds, adding "So, they're killing their food already? I always found that...fascinating.", directed at no one in particular. He pauses more before responding to R'hin's profile of him with a smirk, "The only thing dark on me is my skin color. As for the rest, that's up to everyone else." He pauses more as his grin widens, "Speaking of, talked to Maja, by the way. She sure had an unsavory profile of me. I don't need to wonder why, ofcourse." Harley's eyebrows disappear under her bangs again. She answers R'hin first. "You mean like the sandy haired, dangerous, mysterious guy who preferred a very rickety hammock to a normal cot next to mine? What else should I watch for?" Hearing Maja's name, she blinks in surprise "I think that's Maja's opinion of most everyone at first. Or is this a second or third?" "You mistake me. I am the buffoon, the discontent, not the mystery." R'hin's response to Harley is facetious, though his tone is anything but. He doesn't bother to deny Bayan's accusation; his low chuckle is confirmation enough of his involvement. "Maja's suspicious by nature. She is a guard, after all." Again, he doesn't bother adding the 'former' nomenclature. "And she draws her own opinions - she certainly wouldn't take -my- word for anything. If she has suspicions of you, it's because of something you did, or said... or are." Voice is pointedly light at the end, pale eyes focused on the erstwhile Igenite. Bayan grins easy, not the least bit intimidated. He nods to Harley, "Maja had some help when it came to me, that right R'hin?" He glances at the weyrling briefly. "First time meet, though I have a feeling it won't be the last. She doesn't think of me the way R'hin described me as, but she's suspicious of....other things we talked on." He shrugs lightly as though it wasn't a big deal, "She kinda got huffy when I wouldn't let her see a piece of hide I was holding....which was of amuse to me." Harley actually laughs. A clear ringing sound. "If hide makes Maja suspicious then I must be the most suspicious person in the weyr." she reaches into her pockets and pulls out no less than 5 scraps of hide, each with something written on them. Turning back to R'hin the only thing she says in answer is "Hardly a buffoon, though I won't argue the other." in a wry tone of voice. Shoving the scraps of hide back into her pockets she turns back to Bayan. "Have you been here long? I've been deep in the laundry the past couple of days. This is the first I've seen the sky since the last time I talked to R'hin here. Have you been given a place for the night if your staying?" "You say that as if I'd betrayed some great trust on your part, my dear ruffian," R'hin says blithely, turning fully so his back is to Leiventh's meal, fully facing the pair before him. "I don't think it poor of me to discuss with a fellow weyrling when I've been threatened, do you?" he says, casual, waving his hand vaguely to articulate the point, "It is, after all, a -brotherhood-, no? Us weyrlings must look after each other, lest we crack under the process of assimilation." Harley is given a darted glance, and the light comment that could be mistaken for compliment, "Maja can be a sharp judge of character." Bayan chuckles at Harley, "True enough, but I think it was the fact that I wouldn't /show/ her that got her suspicious....since she was suspicious already." Another shrug at that and an easy gaze at her, "I've been here for a while, actually....since before the hatching, with a quick trip home. I've been sleeping outside the Weyr with my brother." He says no more on that as he regards R'hin mildly. "First off, I never threatened you. I dunno where you got that from," and he looks momentarily baffled. "And second, I'm no ruffian. You called me slow-witted, remember? That pretty much means I have no mysterious past, or a ruffian profile." He shakes his head, "For one who thinks so lowly of me, you sure talk off as though I'm some mastermind criminal." His eyes simply glint, but he looks at no one. Above the bowl, to the west, Oenoneth while in the air catches the thermal rising off the bowl floor, she shoots up into the sky. With pure abandon she flies as only a green can fly. She twirls on her tail, turns on her wing tips, rolls, barrels, flips. In short she's having a good time. Harley says "That's irrelevant. And maybe I see something she doesn't." to R'hin. Nothing more. She blinks at Bayan's explanation. "Okay, that explains why you look a little familiar." she completely ignores the exchange between the two men. At least, she seems to be ignoring it. A shift in the air around her makes her look up, spotting Oenoneth and the pinpoint maneuvers. A smile appears, widening into a grin. Talking more to herself, she says "I bet you've missed doing all that with your rider." R'hin gasps, "You mean, when you said I'd better hope you didn't take my implication the wrong way in that darkly threatening voice, you really meant it to mean you wanted to be the best of friends with me? Oh, happy day!" He pushes away from the fence, jigging from foot to foot as if caught by such exuberance, he can't help himself. Leaning back against the fence once more, he adds, "I wouldn't have used the term -mastermind-," he emphasises deliberately, chuckling. "That would ordinarily require some ability not to hint or infer heavily at one's profession, if one wishes a long and free life." He glances at Harley, sidelong, but makes no comment. Behind him, in the feeding grounds, Leiventh shifts, sharing a more exposed view of the remnants of his meal as he moves to a better position in which to continue snacking on the remains. Bayan sighs dramatically as though he were being patient with a child, "Perhaps, R'hin, I simply meant that I didn't want to get into an altercation. I don't think I said it in a threatening voice, either." He watches the jig in amusement, shaking his head, "You know, still, nothing more than what I want you to know. Maja, too. What she thinks I am right now, isn't the case. I've made no hints to my profession, nor will you or your guard-friend ever figure it out. As far as I'm concerned, chalk it up to the babbles of an iternerant....ruffian?" he ends it in a questioning tone, winking at him before answering Harley. "I remember you too, in fact. We met briefly with my sister and L'sen." Harley blinks at that. A small frown appears on her face as she searches her memory. "Oh! The night of the hatching?" she asks quietly. "That whole day is kind of like a blur for me." she admits, blushing a little. A glance towards the bronze lets her see more than she thought she'd see. The only reaction she has though is her nose wrinkles. "Hey, wait, woah. Back up with those assumptions!" R'hin holds up his hands as if to halt the flow of Bayan's words to interrupt with the important correction: "Maja's -not- a friend. She's a -guard-," he says once more, in a tone that indicates he certainly thinks it bears repeating. "And oh! Thank you so much for clearing up all my suspicions about you. I don't know how I could've ever thought you weren't completely on the level! I shall certainly keep any further speculations to myself now that you've clarified what a good and law-abiding person you truly are." He certainly says the words as if he believes them, though wouldn't be all that hard to read the affectation of the words. His gaze cuts towards Harley, and there's a hint of irritation in the sudden exhale of breath. Leiventh seems oblivious to either the scrutiny, or R'hin's mood: the weyrling, with a shift of shoulders, takes off the bowl at a striding pace, without bothering with a parting comment. You wander towards the western side of the bowl. |
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