Logs:On the Ice
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| RL Date: 21 October, 2014 |
| Who: Edyis, Rafevan |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Edyis meets Raefvan. |
| Where: Lakeshore, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 20, Month 1, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| OOC Notes: As usual feel free to add/edit/correct anything I may have missed. |
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| Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr(#276RJs) The rest of the bowl may be barren, grass barely surviving at best, but here by the lake, it's brilliantly green in the warmer months: thickening and thriving in the silty, boulder-dotted soil just before it transitions to soft sand and thence to the cool, clear water itself.
A large freshwater lake fed by a low waterfall, it not only provides warm-weather bathing space for humans and dragons, but has one end fenced off as a watering hole for the livestock in the feeding grounds. The water there is often muddier than the rest of the clear lake, whose shallows drop off abruptly several yards out into deep water, and whose edge undulates against the coarse-hewn bowl wall: here close enough to just be bramble-covered rocks, there far enough away that a narrow land bridge divides the main lake from a smallish pond. Between are several rocky outcroppings that form excellent makeshift diving points, though only one -- across the bridge -- has a set of narrow, slippery, quite possibly tempting stairs.
Sure, it's winter, and that means cold; but down by the lakeshore that also means ice skating. Rafevan, for the record, is not participating; but he is watching all bundled up from shore, fascination evident--not so much the crowd, but the couple of small greens who are trying to emulate their apparent riders on the slick surface--but mostly just end up diving around in the snowbanks. Blond hair, blue eyes, handsome enough to notice, normal enough not to remember. At least Rafevan dresses well, most of the time: he's got enough marks to spare to be a slight cut above the average working man that he would otherwise look like. Edyis was never one for skating herself, though as she pulls the too large jacket tighter around herself she can't help but smile as she catches sight of the icy antics. She is so distracted by them that she might accidentally collide with those watching from the shoreline as she continues in the direction of the greenhouse. Though he's watching the spectacle on ice, Rafevan is not nearly so oblivious to his surroundings as some. When Edyis gets too close, he obligingly takes a step backward, but only just: room enough not to bump, if not to preserve the usual standards of personal space. His "excuse me" that follows has some measure of judgment in it to go with the unwillingness to cede much of his location. The words catch her attention, far quicker than the near collision. "Oh! I'm sorry." She responds in soft tones, retreating a few steps out of any personal space she may have inadvertently invaded. "I should have been paying more attention." Edyis responds, scuffing a boot in the snow, glancing downward before lifting her dark eyes to study him for the briefest of moments, as though cataloging the face for future reference. No protests here, not on that point apparently. Rafevan does lift one brow archly as he regards Edyis and studies her in return, but a small incline of his head follows: acceptance of the apology if not the usual returned ones, refutations of blame, and other such social niceties. She cants her head to the side a moment, still studying before she finally asks, "I don't think I've seen you around before. I'm Edyis, and you are?" Her gaze shifting back to the ice and those brave enough to trust it with their weight. The other brow goes up to join the first, and his mouth twitches at a corner in what's not quite a smile; somehow Rafe's quite expressive even in relatively few words. "Do you know everyone here, then?" he wonders in return. "No, that would require far more free time than I typically get." She exhales softly, with a chuckle. "I'm pretty good with faces and names though." A casual lift and drop of her shoulders, "Never know when a name might be important." Eyes moving back to focus sharply on him now, perhaps fully aware that he avoided answering, her own lips twisting in a smirk. |
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