Logs:P-R-O-D-D-Y
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| RL Date: 12 July, 2013 |
| Who: Aishani, Alida, N'ky, Telavi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Telavi's p-r-o-d-d-y and not b-i-t-c-h-y. There is talk of goldriders and ovines and the Proddy Club. Then everyone leaves, and Alida and N'ky talk serious for a minute or two. |
| Where: Snowasis |
| When: Day 20, Month 3, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, Sisha/Mentions |
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| Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr The Snowasis is rarely quiet, and even then, the high-ceilinged former weyr is kept from echoing by the fantastical booths tucked into its convoluted perimeter. The secluded seating spaces have been shaped from the truncated stalagmites that escaped the smoothing of the main floor, and are both softened and separated by colorful hangings that are thick and opaque enough to make each corner its own private nook. Some of the smaller stalactites still roam the ceiling, their jagged teeth tracing a bumpy, inverted spine to the hearth. There, a thick rug with a low klah table and comfortable armchairs and couches sit, their upholstery and cushions changed sporadically to match the season: bright, light colors in the summer, fresh greens and yellows in the spring, warm autumnals in fall, and clear, rich hues for winter. Small tables litter the rest of the cavern, enough to fit up to four people each, while stools stand along the smooth wooden bar behind which is the passthrough window to the kitchen. Glass-paneled cabinetry behind the bar provides a clear view of the available liquors, the many colors reflecting the soft light of glows tucked into strategic niches around the cavern. Curled up on one of the couches by the fire like she's been all morning, one benefit of having been exiled from wing-shadowing, Telavi 's been watching and not-so-watching people come and go as, ostensibly, she embroiders the square of linen in her lap. Some pause to talk to her, some don't, some linger, and now she smiles a goodbye to a cluster of Snowdrift riders who clear out of the space nearby. Because they have to work. It's so sad. So sad, all these people with duties and jobs that keep them busy. Well, it would be sad, were Aishani not apparently finding herself busy in other ways, with out-of-weyr trips and other discussions, though there seems to be little she's doing at High Reaches proper. There's some that agree -- can anyone blame her? But there's as many that do, calling it a delayed teenage rebellion or similar. Or just calling her a brat. Either way, when she comes away from the bar with her mug and passes the Snowdrift riders heading out, she spots Telavi and her embroidery, and starts in that direction, her customary brisk pace slowed to a saunter. While Telavi may have no wing to shadow, N'ky's lucked out in that the wing he is shadowing is on a rest day. At odds with the weather outside, he looks decidedly sunkissed when he strips off his riding gear at the entrance to the Snowasis, hanging up his coat and accessories before wandering to the bar to reluctantly slide over coinage for a tall glass of juice. While he's waiting for it he brushes off some of the dusty muck that's made its way onto his trousers - not typical riding leathers, in that they're a more practical, plain khaki affair. Then, juice in hand, he spies Aishani, plots her pathway to Telavi, and heads in the same direction. "Weyrwoman," he greets the goldrider once he's level with her, before bobbing his head at Telavi. "Telavi." Tela's seen sunshine too, given the golden warmth to her complexion and the highlights in her twin, over-the-shoulder braids, and without even a peeling nose to even things up. She wiggles her needle in the space between threads that had been worked already before looking up, "Hmm?" Then, "N'ky. Hello. Good morning," and a very good morning it is, says her voice, "or is it afternoon?" But he'd said some other name too, and when Telavi identifies just who, she gives the other woman a quick, luminous smile. "Won't you sit?" One of them, both of them, she's not specific. "Not Weyrwoman," Aishani corrects, though not sharply at all, just a rote thing by now. "Goldrider." As if it'll make a difference, or stick; as if the distinction matters to anyone but her. She offers N'ky a faint smile even so, and takes the offered seat in a chair, crossing long legs, warming hands around her mug. "It may be afternoon, or just," she tells Telavi, "But not enough to matter, I think. I hope you're both well." She's amongst those spending time in the sunlight and away from dreary winter as well, dark skin warmed. The warm smile he receives from Aishani has N'ky returning the look with much the same warmth, while he too takes up Telavi's invitation to sit, choosing a seat beside his clutchmate. "Hi," he says softly to Telavi when he's settled in, as a reply to her greeting. Then, brown eyes flicker over to the goldrider, and he nods his head. "Busy, but well," he says with a thoughtful little nod. "I, um... don't know if you remember a talk we had, about an idea I had? I've been putting a little of it into, um, play. In my free time. This morning." A sip from his juice is allowed to linger on his palate for a moment longer than necessary, before he continues. "And you? Both of you?" "Two fewer syllables than 'Junior Weyrwoman.' I like it," murmurs Telavi with another of those smiles, not that Aishani needs her to. She has a mug half-abandoned on the low table herself, something that doesn't have the reek of klah or of heavy alcohol. She looks at N'ky, is he well? ...busy, then, and she nods before supposing for the hour, "I should probably look into lunch." It's not half-hearted so much as unbothered, unhurried, unmindful, or perhaps mindful of other things. It's comfortable here, her tucked-up feet hidden beneath her skirt , the fire flickering, even if there are occasional crunching noises from her lap where a young firelizard's gnawing what's probably a twig of skybroom. The still-weyrling lowers her voice conspiratorially to ask the others, "Is this one of the talks where I should pretend to not listen? Because I can, you know, if it helps. And thank you for asking, I'm remarkably well." "Mm. Lots of people talk to me about lots of ideas, so it's difficult to remember them all. But my guess it it's something about going South." Aishani's not going out too far on a limb with that one, likely. After a sip from her mug, she gestures with it to N'ky with an arch of fine brows. "Fill us in?" There's the slightest narrow of dark eyes for the title she's trying to avoid, apparently, but she notes to Telavi lightly, "'Weyrwoman' implies people should look to me for answers. And I suppose it's not one of those conversations if I can't recall. Why so remarkably well?" Her state of being, she leaves it up to their imagination, apparently. "Oh, n-no, it's not one of those," N'ky reassures Telavi, an embarrassed blush creeping up his already sun-reddened cheeks. "It's to do with going South," he confirms Aishani's recollection with a nod of his head. "There's, um, not much to tell, yet." He shrugs his shoulders, running fingers anxiously through his hair, right down until he's rubbing the back of his neck. "I was looking for something, found some flocks of wild ovines. Th-that's about it." Again he shrugs, biting on his lip and dropping his gaze to his juice. He's keen to pick up on the question from goldrider to fellow greenrider, if only to divert the conversation elsewhere. "R-remarkably sounds... good?" "Oh, good." Although despite her words, Telavi sounds a trifle disappointed. Before she gets to N'ky's question, with a tilt of her head, "And 'goldrider' doesn't have a 'junior' with it, does it. It's not much fun being a junior anything, junior weyrling, whatever," which the lift of her voice leads into the direction of a question without actually bothering to go there. Slipping her needle back into the fabric where she won't have to pay as much attention to it, "It is good. I was worried I'd be, you know, b-i-t-c-h-y," she even really does spell it out as though her dragon could hear, "with Solith and all? but everyone's been really very nice. And friendly." That has a quirky little smile attached. "What color are your ovines, N'ky?" "What was it you were looking for?" Aishani's curious, her dark gaze intent on N'ky, perhaps due to the anxiety. "And perhaps you should net up some of those ovines, send them your family's way," she adds dryly. "Though I imagine your father might still find a way to complain." Telavi's meandering thoughts have the goldrider cut a look over her way, fine brows arching as she notes airily, "I wouldn't really know." Which isn't entirely true, she must have been a junior weyrling at least. She'd say more, but something about the greenrider's words give her pause, then she sorts it out; with a tilt of her head, careful, "Are you all right? I..." A pause. "I cannot give advice in certain aspects of this matter." And as formal as that is, it's apologetic. N'ky suddenly looks uncomfortable, especially so when his father and birth hold are brought up. He chews on his lip, frowning down into his juice. "M-mixed, Tela. B-brown, white, um, s-some grey... just mixed, but, um, n-not good enough to give to... n-not good enough for Far Reach." The latter part is for Aishani, who he looks at briefly, before wincing and looking back down at his lap. It takes him a moment to smooth out his expression, though a little of it lingers in the tight pull of his lips as he looks at Telavi, curiously. "Wh-what's the matter with Solith, to make you... b-i-t-c-h-y?" Wouldn't she? Telavi purses up her mouth, more good-humored than anything, and that's the closest she gets to even looking in the direction of contradicting the... goldrider. Her head tilts the opposite way, both from Aishani and from before, before she says, "I understand." She remembers, even. "No, don't worry, I'm good, now only if she'd get on with it, that's all. Why," but that's about to be too much information, and N'ky's ovines are much better for forestalling all that, so she offers, "That's too bad. More for meat, do you think? And, oh. Solith, she's p-r-o-d-d-y, and if people would only buy me a drink before asking how much longer it would be, I'd be a very happy woman right now. How's Cailluneth?" And then her eyes widen, right before she says quickly, "That's not an awkward subject, is it? Because it's not as though we'd be chasing," the flicker of her fingers denote Aishani as well as herself, whether the goldrider really wants to be included or not. "It's sympathy. Like a club, almost." "Ah. Picky." Aishani says this like it's no real surprise, but still notes that anyway. She might be a little surprised that N'ky has to ask Telavi, but she just lets the other greenrider fill in the blanks, though she does nod for her understanding. In an aside, "I can't even say much about that, the drinks and the asking. Everyone was too busy paying attention to Azaylia and Hraedhyth. They're terribly dramatic. We just sleep." There's a faint steely thread of something to her tone as well as just an 'isn't that typical' weariness. "I hope it's soon. And it is rather like a club, N'ky. Though you lot have to deal with it more often; I don't know if that's better or worse." "Cailluneth enjoyed eating them," N'ky's a little sharp in his response about the ovines, giving his clutchmate a look that's almost desperate to move away from the subject. When the greenrider brings up the dreaded 'p' word, he chokes on his mouthful of juice, leaning away from her as if it might be contagious. How's Cailluneth? "Not that," he's quick to reply, adamantly shaking his head, looking half terrified at the thought of it. "She's not. N-not at all. No." Awkward subject? Absolutely. It's one that makes N'ky curl up a little, as if to physically block it out. Aishani's words don't do much to soothe him, though he does give her a weak attempt at a smile from over the rim of his glass. "Worse. M-much worse. It's definitely worse." Just like he's definitely squirming at the prospect of it being in his future being made all the more real by the proddy clutchmate beside him. Telavi can't seem to help smiling again, for dramatics and for sleep, but that tone, she's not so far gone that she doesn't sit up just a little as though that thread had tugged at her own strings. The firelizard's stopped his chewing for once, looking out with still-lazy if faster-whirling eyes. But what she says is, "You'll be fine, N'ky," although she has no way of knowing that but wouldn't they like to believe it? "It's really... relaxing, right now, anyway. It's not as though we have a lot on the line, you know? She'll just go up, we'll have a good time," she can say that now, "and we'll be back to the usual grind." The touch of impishness in her eyes is all that even hints at a pun. Though as long as he's squirming, she wiggles the tips of her toes out from under the hem of her skirt as if to say hello, hello! Wryly, "Oh, I don't know. The whole Weyr doesn't watch you and your dragon, waiting to see when there will be the next leadership flight, pay attention to your relationships to see if there's a better chance at one rider being Weyrleader over another. That can be... irritating." Aishani seems to think the word a bit short of proper, but she goes with it anyway. But she takes Telavi's lead for all of N'ky's squirming, adding, "She'll take care of you. And there probably won't be a fight." Probably? Helpful Shani. Tela's pun has her glancing sidelong to the other woman; quirking a rueful smile, "My only complaint is it didn't go the way I wanted." Not for lack of trying! Not reassured, but trying to be so, N'ky just nods weakly at both women, before knotting his fingers in his hair and glowering miserably down into his drink a little more. "I'm worried I won't take care of her," he replies to Telavi, watching those wiggling toes out of the corner of his eye. He seems a little twitchy about it for a moment, then there's an indecisive few seconds of hand-hovering before he sets his warm palm down atop them, with an awkwardly apologetic look to Telavi for having touched her. His hand's quickly drawn back, fingers drummed against his thigh, while he chews his bottom lip. "I guess it's worse for you, being watched," he concedes, nodding his head at Aishani. "A-at least we're, um, just another green when it happens." "Better you than me," Tela agrees, "though I'd take the big weyr. With the bath. No, I'm pretty sure a fight isn't on the schedule. Do you think it would help to write one up, actually? I could use my nice handwriting. First I could list, 'Stalking,' and then do a little swirl, you know what I mean, and then 'Drinking Blood' with 'dragons only' in parentheses, and then 'Going Up' and then 'Going Down.' Would that be inspiring? Or too basic? Hmm." She breaks off to study N'ky, especially when he touches her toes, but she only curls them up behind her skirt when his hand has fully withdrawn. "They are clean. If it helps." Her toes, presumably. "How do you need to take care of her? It's not like they have to fly high to get a good clutch or people complain about them," this with a look of sympathy for Aishani that the goldrider also may not need. With a wrinkle of her nose, "Don't say that, N'ky -- just another green. Telavi's proof enough that people will pay attention to the greens they're interested in... it's just a bit more pressure." Like Tela's noted as well. Aishani has a purse of lips for the sympathy, but she does have to admit, "The bath is nice. And perhaps you can confer with Solith on the Up and Down? The fighting is likely easy enough to start if you want, though difficult to stop. Not that you'll care by the end, but there's an unfortunate habit of nose-breaking going around." Escaping the lunchtime rush of the living cavern, Alida meanders into the Snowasis still clutching at a rarity being served to Weyr residents in this time of penury: a bubbly pie scented with cinnamon and apples. As she dips and wades through the typical throng of people in the bar, a few of them notice what the blonde has in her grasp...and promptly abandon ship to see if there's any leftovers of that sweet treat left in the Cavern. A nod here, a wave there to some riders in Glacier, Hailstorm, Snowdrift helps smooth the weyrling's path towards the fireplace, where she can hopefully continue to warm herself after earlier finishing her shadowing of a sweeprider. With a further though temporary parting of the crowd, the woman finally notices the triad of Aishani N'ky and Tela gathered there, and gives the weyrwoman a crisp, militaristic salute before all receive a quick hint of her trademark smirk-smile. "Afternoon..." is noted to all three as she finds somewhere close to plant her ass, and start tucking into her bubbly pie, ears perked for the conversation. "I, um, w-wouldn't expect them to be anything else," N'ky says of Telavi's toes. "B-but they were wiggling at me." And his sun-kissed cheeks blush a shade darker as he offers nothing more than a shrug as explanation as to why he's turning red. "Sorry, ma'am, I only meant that there's a whole lot more greenflights than there are goldflights, so there's less of the p-pressure you or Azaylia might feel." He chews on his lip some more, then continues, "I think Sisha's, um, proof that there's no such thing as just another green." This time, the shrug's a little happier, a tiny flinch of his shoulders to accompany the smile that goes with bringing up the new Acting Weyrleader's name. "I hope there's no fighting at any flights." Oh look, there's an Alida. He greets her with a simple, warm "'Lida," waiting for her to sit down before continuing with the main conversation. "Um... I'm hoping I'll not have to deal with it for a while, so we've got time to... t-to keep up our lessons. Control lessons. I'm worried she'll... we're getting better, but Quinlys said before that maybe the golds had best be alert, in case she... Cailluneth's got a temper, and I'm worried it'll come out when she's... but I dunno. I don't know what will happen. I don't feel ready to find out, though." "No nose-breaking for me, thank you," and in fact, Telavi turns up her not-insignificant nose at the very idea. Not that her dimples also don't show up briefly, though perhaps that's for N'ky's exclamation, instead. While he's talking, she asides to the bluerider, "Girl talk. Girl dragon talk, I mean. You might want to avert your tender ears." Because this is serious business! At least until, "Excuse me," this to the group before she gathers up her embroidery, all but dumps off the poor firelizard, and just barely toes into her shoes before hightailing it out of the Snowasis. But it's to the caverns, not the Bowl, so all's well. Right? There's a nod and a tilt of Aishani's mug for Alida, but perhaps the sight of the pie prompts that nascent mention of lunch from some time back to start nagging at her; she unfolds her legs, starting to stand. Sisha's name brings a bit of an eyeroll, but she doesn't say anything against the new Weyrleader. There's not much to say against her, after all. With a shrug to N'ky, "If the males could handle Hraedhyth, they can handle Cailluneth. You worry too much." If she only knew. Pushing out of her chair, she grins over at Telavi. "Good luck with that. If it comes up in the meantime, try laying down the law, let me know how it goes?" Hopefully, the greenrider will, as she hightails it out; bemused, the goldrider nods to the pair remaining, and follows in Tela's wake. Ahh, it's one of *those* talks...and Alida appears both interested and disinterested by turns as she nips carefully into her hot bubbly pie, the scent of it perhaps intoxicating as it wafts upon the air. Slowly shucking off her jacket and scarf around much pie-shifting within hands, then setting her gear beside her, the woman giving Tela an eye-roll and small head-shake for her 'girl dragon' blurt... right before she yelps softly at the heated sting of some bubbly-filling that blorps over onto one finger with an injudicious squeeze. Apparently the sigh and scent of the bluerider's treat are too much for Tela and Aishani, for they're both abandoning ship as well, leaving the blonde behind to sniff at her armpits in wry fashion and note to N'ky, "Do I offend?" Snark. Whoa... hold on, buster! With his being left behind, Tela's bronze flit quickly enough recovers...and starts eyeing the treat the bluie keeps shifting from hand to hand. His attention earns him a scowl, and a grumbled, "Got my *own* that's beggin'. Piss off." Telavi, then Aishani are waved off, N'ky looking after each of them briefly before they're lost in the Snowasis crowd. Then he looks to Alida, nose wrinkling for her behaviour, but he's also trying to suppress a laugh, too. "I'm still here. You don't offend me." He sighs softly, setting his now empty juice glass down on the table beside the sofa. "I went to Southern last night, and again this morning. Just to keep you in the know." So she'll know he's doing something, following their talk the night before. "I've got some work to do still before I track down the buyer, but there'll be stew for you in a seven, for sure." "Yer one uv the few..." Alida notes dryly back to N'ky, the blonde then looking guardedly at him when the greenie mentions his Southern trip. Quietly, without any preamble, "Don't mention anything ta do with it in open public. Even in a loud place, there's more ears 'n eyes listenin', watchin' than ya' know about." She's a prime example, after all. As for that begging bronze firelizard that eyeing her bubbly, the woman offers a no-nonsense posture of claiming her food, as well as a low rumble that makes her sound like a dog. Getting primal. N'ky eyes the firelizard, frowning at it. He doesn't seem overly taken, which he explains; "Cailluneth can't stand the noise they make." Then he gets up, moving over to a chair beside Alida's, scooting over to be close. Leaning in gets him even closer, though he at least tries to disguise it as if he's perhaps flirting with the blonde, whispering sweet nothings in her ear to the unknowing bystander. "I mentioned it. To Aishani, and Telavi, about finding a flock of ovines. But, it's a plan I'd told Aishani about before - at least I think I did, she didn't remember. I told Azaylia, for sure. The old plan. In part, anyway, so she knew I was planning on doing something similar for a while, but she started saying I should catch some ovines and take them to Far Reach, and I realised I'd messed things up." He pulls back, looking worried with his brows furrowed low over his eyes. "Will it be a problem?" "That's fine..." Alida mentions to N'ky, the blonde sighing and peering hard at him. "Fits in with yer old plan, like ya said. Just make everything believable, mundane, 'n don't act any different." For his current posture nearby her, the woman notes, "An' since when do I let anyone in this close ta' whisper sweet nothins' in my ear?" Standout behavior, for sure, since she *never* does. As for Cailluneth's disinclination towards flits, 'lida answers back, "S'up ta you. If ya' got one *and* taught it well, it'd help ya herd yer flocks." Another nip at her bubbly. "Teachin' mine ta scout, herd, drive, search...whatever she c'n learn decently." A shake of head for what the greenrider has to say about messing things up presages her low, "Like I said: generalities, behave like ya usually would, don't be obvious." "Cailluneth'd eat it, probably. She works pretty well for herding, too." N'ky shrugs, just as he shrugs about her letting in someone close. "It's got to happen sooner or later, 'Lida. You'll trust someone enough to let them in. As far as they're concerned," 'they' being the general Weyr population around them, "it might be me." One brow raises as he ponders that, a cheeky, crooked grin canting one corner of his mouth up. "I wouldn't say no." Smirking as much as he's blushing, N'ky stands up and winks at the bluerider. "I've got the day off, and islands to explore. You're welcome to join me, if you'd like? I need to go stock up on some things from my weyr first, but if you'd like some sunshine rather than snow..." He shrugs, looking towards the door and to where his riding gear is still slung on a hook nearby it. "Ilicaeth can let Cailluneth know if you'll join us. I'll maybe see you later?" That's about it as far as farewells go; Alida gets a smile, then N'ky's on his way off to grab his things, then head into the bowl. |
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