Logs:Pi-rates
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| RL Date: 25 May, 2013 |
| Who: K'zin, Telavi, Solith |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Telavi and Solith fought pirates! Telavi's turn to give K'zin the dish. |
| Where: Eastern Bowl, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 19, Month 11, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Quinlys/Mentions, Meara/Mentions, Sh'mel/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Part 6 in a series of month 11 snippets between K'zin and Telavi. Preceded by Logs: Savvy?. |
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| Eastern Bowl, High Reaches Weyr Ringed by rough granite walls to all sides but one, this end of the huge bowl narrows from the even broader plain to the west, continuing the ever so slight downward slope toward the blue and green of the Weyr's lake and surrounding foliage. More open to sun and wind than the western bowl, but less frequented when there aren't weyrlings in residence, the bowl's grassy tufts keep the topsoil in place and thicken into a bloodstained meadow within the feeding pens that adjoin the lake. At the base of the surrounding cliffs lie entrances to several caverns, including the dragon infirmary and the weyrling barracks: the former to the northwest near where the spires begin, the latter opposite to the southwest. Both archways are large and dark enough for any dragon to pass through, but it's the infirmary's that is haunted by faint smells of redwort and numbweed, as though over generations they have seeped into the very stone. To the southeast, between the weyrling area and the lake, there are a handful of structures built into the floor of the bowl, standing out amidst otherwise an empty space.
The first little while they'd spent waiting, Telavi and Solith, they'd had others to talk to, or maybe it's to be talked at, who wanted to hear all about the excitement from yet another of those who'd actually been there or maybe just deliver their own speculations. By the time the wingsecond gets to them, Telavi's slumped against crouched Solith's shoulder, rubbing her neck with her good hand. She's tired, sweaty, unpretty. So is Telavi. But the greenrider's eyes lift, and then she's smiling like it was still the night before, like she hadn't done for days now. "K'zin. You missed the most amazing," and then she hesitates, still looking at him but more tremulously this time, because which day are they on now? She's lost track. Telavi's words, though they don't answer either of K'zin's questions prompt a relieved laugh from the man. His thumbs tuck into his pockets as the laughter settles into one of his goofier close-lipped smiles, "Do you know," he starts slowly and then with a particularly well time arch of a single brow, "-that you sound just like Solith when she was telling Ras about it last night?" Solith, visibly intrigued right down to the tilt of her head, though it's possible the ramifications escape her. Telavi... tilting her head in the opposite direction, thank you, with a peculiar admixture of dubiousness, worry and, sneaking in right at the end there, a couple different shades of relief. She shoves her whole hands into her pockets and straightens a step away from her dragon. "And you think it's funny, too." It doesn't quite reach one of her signature mock-glowers, but then she has a little too much uncertainty, not quite enough energy or ease. "Well... yeah." K'zin admits with a shrug as one of his hands lifts away from his pocket to rub the back of his neck, the smile he offers her a sheepish one. "Think about it, Tela. There's an attack. A pirate attack." He takes a second to stress the gravity of the happenings with a look that probably shouldn't be but is edged with humor, "And the first thing both your dragon and you want to say to us is how exciting it was and how we missed it." He glances between green and girl. He doesn't say aloud that maybe they're more similar than she thought, but there's a wiggle of his brows that tries to express something along those lines. "Well." Telavi could try to argue that. Instead, a different tack: "Well, you did miss it. And how could a pirate attack not be exciting? And," picking up a little steam here, "let's not forget the daring rescues, though," with a tip of her head towards where the line used to be that still doesn't have her looking away, "you probably heard about... everything? ...already." "From others, but not from you," K'zin is quick to reassure her. "But I don't want to make you tell me now if you're feeling tired or in want of-- a bath, or something. We've all got the next couple hours off thanks to all the excitement. You could take a trip up to the hot springs with Solith," He suggests, helpfully, the hand freed from his pocket making some gesture toward the sky, probably meaning to indicate the hot springs, but who knows for sure. It's a weird little vague wave of his hand. Hot springs, baths. Baths, hot springs. Baths, more civilized. Hot springs, less populated. Hot springs win. And there's Solith. "Her neck's sore. My neck's sore," wherry or egg, and yes, by Tela's look she knows how that sounds, knew it before she said it and said it anyway. Clean's a must, she doesn't have to say that. She tracks that weird gesture for a moment before checking back. "So you want me to wait the rest of the time to report in? Just say where. I... am sorry," and here she rocks back on her heels before tipping forward again. Awkward Telavi is awkward. She quickly adds, "You missed it." K'zin's smile is regretful. But not because of the pirates. "Sh'mel says..." He starts, and then it's just the apologetic smile. Surely Telavi can see where this is going. "I think he plans to take the whole night. He said something about too much wine and a paintbrush." Not thrilling, one can tell, from the bronzerider's expression, though it's worn only briefly. "But... enjoy yourself. Soak the sore out of both of your necks." His voice lowers to murmur, "I wish I was coming along instead." Instead of what he needs to do to be a good wingsecond. "You can report to me -- sometime. Later. Whenever. I think the Weyrlingmasters might want written reports? I'm not sure though. You'll know when I do." Very decisive. "And don't be sorry about me missing the pirates. I'm not." Beat. "Tela, they were pirates." As if this should explain why anyone sane should be glad they weren't there. He winks, and then turns at the sound of his name being called by none other than the shlemiel Sh'mel. Tela's brows draw in, perplexed, because sympathy would have been one thing but regret's another and what does Sh'mel have to do with... When it kicks in, she shakes her head with a wince, but it's the wherry or egg thing again for that too. But she doesn't try to break in to clarify or anything else, instead putting on a smile as he continues. "Whenever." And that last has her smiling in a different way as she turns back to Solith because, sing-song, "Pi-rates." In the end, if easing the ache out of the dragon's neck partway relieves the rider's, that might also bring the weyrlingmasters some miniscule relief there too... if they weren't busy. |
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