Logs:Out in the Cold
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| RL Date: 10 March, 2013 |
| Who: Nicky, Hana |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: On a cold night in 'Reaches, Nicky and Hana share a few words in the warmth thrown out by the forge. |
| Where: Craft Area |
| When: Day 11, Month 3, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Wakizian/Mentions, Mave/Mentions |
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| Craft Area The far southeast corner of the bowl is devoted to crafter use, with a couple of stone buildings built in the open, designed to make use of the fresh air. One is the tannery, always reeking of chemicals and with hides everywhere, stretched out on racks to prepare and dry. The other is the forge, which rings of metal-on-metal and leaks black smoke and heat -- suffocating in summer, but at least somewhat more bearable in the cold, cold winters. A number of windows with heavy wooden shutters line the wall behind these structures, aimed in such a way so as to avoid the worst of the noise and smells. In between them, a boulder-shaped entranceway leads within. To the west, roughly in the direction of the weyrling area, is a loading dock, while above it all, the glass-walled Greenhouse sits atop a low-positioned ledge.
Early enough to venture out - but not nearly warm enough to be without a layer or two of shawls, Hana escapes from the confining area of the Weyrleader Complex - and the equally likely location of inner caverns. No destination in mind, if her wandering steps are any indication, hands are tucked out of sight, and the head is tilted up towards the windblown spires. From where he stands, Nicky easily spies Hana through the steam that's raising from his mug. He makes an eager path to her side, regardless of the lack of heat away from the proximity to the forge and ignorant of the fact that he's not really dressed to be out in a 'Reaches winter night. "M-miss Hana," he calls softly to her, not wanting to interrupt whatever thoughts she's having as she looks upwards - but also not wanting to let her go by without saying at least hello. "Isn't it a p-pretty evening?" Hana starts, totally not expecting company - or perhaps particularly - certain company. "Oh, Nicky!" she offers, turning slightly, then repeating herself once she sees his level of preparedness, "Nicky! You shouldn't be out here like that! This is how people end up getting colds," she scolds, even as she reaches over to lightly lace her arm through one of his. "What are you doing out here, pretty as it is. Cold, but pretty." Nicky seems surprised that she links her arm with his, and he transfers his mug of klah - the scent gives it away - into the hand furthest away from her. "S-sorry to have startled you," he apologises softly, smiling down at her. Cold? He doesn't notice it. There's a Hana on his arm to distract him... though it does remind him that he's not exactly in the cleanest of states. "J-just stepped out to, um, c-cool down a little - e-even in winter, w-working in the forge gets o-overhot." Which is why he's a bit... grimy. "You l-look nice and warm though?" "Layers. It is all about layers," Hana informs him airly, her breath steaming a bit in front of her. An uncertain glance is given up, before she asks, "So you aren't going to freeze? All us High Reachians have a bit of resistance, I'm certain, but it can still be a concern, you know," she natters, directing herself - and perhaps him if he's moved - a bit back towards where she suspects the forge is. Or at least the entrance. Whether she guesses correctly is another story. She doesn't quite get the right direction, but Nicky casually corrects their course. As they get closer, the heat thrown out from the forge is obvious, as is the noise of industry that sounds out from within - quieter than normal, given the late time. "I'm n-not going to f-freeze," he reassures her, grinning soppily for her concern. "H-how can I, w-when I've g-got hot klah, a-and, um, you b-beside me?" He blushes, dropping his gaze coyly down to the metal-enforced toes of his workboots - and yet still being unable to hit the over-big smile that results from his attempt at flirting. Hana is very thankful for the cover of dark for that comment, something she wasn't /quite/ expecting from the rather stuttering - but cute! - candidate. "Flattery will get you," she teases, leaving the 'what' unsaid, before coming to a stop a slight amount short of the actual heatwave out. "Goodness - now I see why you had to cool down. They have smithwork for the chores? Or do they have you keep a hand in with what you're trained for?" Either would make sense, if looked at, at a certain angle, after all. "The latter," Nicky manages without stuttering; he even looks up again, giving Hana a shy-tempered smile. "I-I've been b-busier than u-usual, when I h-have craft chores, a-and my spare time is, um, k-kinda full, too." He looks up to the entrance of the forge, then back to Hana. "D-do you know wh-what I, um, d-do, when I'm not being a c-candidate?" Hana shakes her head, "Spend time with your friends, I imagine - or, like you said, Smith things." That is rather said like 'Guy Things'. Something she knows nothing about. "Something with metal?" she offers with a bit of a crooked grin. Nicky shakes his head. "I'm t-training to be a farrier. S-so, um, yeah, I do w-work with metal, b-but a-also with runners. They're e-easier to talk to than, um, m-most people." He blushes, looking down at the contents of his mug. The klah's not quite as steaming now, but he takes a glug from it anyway. "I d-don't stutter around them s-so much. They know when y-you're, um, nervous." "That's right - I remember you said later - if you end up with time available, there might be a lesson on riding," Hana recalls, before tilting her head slightly, then nodding. "I suppose that makes sense. They'd be like old aunties - narrowing in for the kill if you show the least bit of gooey inside." That makes Nicky laugh, even as he's shaking his head to correct her - politely, of course. "W-well, if they were all like o-old aunties, um, I-I think we'd all be in trouble." He brushes his hand back through his curls, sighing a soft breath that crystallises when it hits the cold air. Then he changes the track of the conversation completely, looking up at the starry sky above them as he speaks. "Um... I-I think maybe you sh-should ask Waki to go to the Hatching feast with you. H-he's a g-good dancer, and I've p-put marks on him imp-pressing, s-so he'll be a, um, g-good suitor." Hana immediately nods - aunties are /evil - but that nod sort of wobbles off, as the rest of the statement sinks in, "... what. Waki? What?" Where did that come from? "... I'm not going with anyone though. Well, besides Lady Issedi and Lord Devaki! I suppose I could take Vinien, but that might go past his bedtime...." she mumbles, halfway to herself. "Oh. Um..." Awkward, much? Nicky is the definition of it as he stands there biting down on his lip, looking flustered. "I th-thought... n-nevermind. I'm s-sorry, um - f-forget I s-said anything?" The teen's cheeks are redder than the forge's heat or the winter cold can render them, and he shuffles his weight awkwardly. Maybe it's suddenly become too cold out here for him? "Um... I-I ought to g-get back t-to work." Hana doesn't even touch on the subject of suitors. No way, no how. Still, there's a faint frown, as she squeeses the arm slightly. "Stop worrying about the Party, Nick. I'm certain I'll enjoy it regardless of who I don't go with, and with everyone who's kind enough to dance with me. And put a mark on yourself... hm. I should find out who does that... I have never bet, but it shouldn't be hard, right?" Another squeese, and she lets go. "Don't work too late - and I'll see you later." Maybe after a drink. Waki suggesting Nicky, Nicky suggesting Waki... Weyrs are so difficult! "M-Mave. Mave is t-taking bets." Nicky adds in quickly. "Y-you'll have fun, Miss Hana, I'm s-sure you will." He nods, backing up a step when that final squeeze and her letting go. "H-have a good evening..." There almost seems like there might be more that he wants to say, but Nicky cops out, gives Hana a salute that's little more than a touch of his fingertips to his temple, then he disappears back into the heat - and sanctuary - of the forge. |
Comments
Mave (Mave (talk)) left a comment on Sun, 10 Mar 2013 16:15:51 GMT.
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Poor Hana, being run around in circles! XD We could bond.
Hana (Hana (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 11 Mar 2013 04:00:23 GMT.
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RP is totally owed, Mave!
Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 12 Mar 2013 04:05:08 GMT.
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...Teenage boys are confusing. >:l Poor Hana!
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