Logs:Plotting Blondes
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| RL Date: 17 May, 2013 |
| Who: Alida, Telavi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Flurry loses the big match to Cirrus. Later that night, Alida shows Telavi her weyr and lets down her hair, while Tela provides snacks and possible plots. |
| Where: Alida's Rest and Relaxation Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 22, Month 10, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, C'wlin/Mentions, Jo/Mentions, K'zin/Mentions, Lujayn/Mentions, N'gan/Mentions, N'ky/Mentions, Quielle/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Language! |
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| Has Solith visited Ilicaeth? Surely she must have done, but does she remember? That might be another story. « Ilicaeth, » she calls to the blue, breathless, still exhausted from earlier's racing but also still too revved up to sleep. « Have you returned? I would visit, and bring Telavi. » Please say he's free! (To Ilicaeth from Solith) He's a little drowsy, but still awake enough to shake it off some, and respond in his golden-sand-gritty fashion to his half-sister, « Yeah. » Pause. « Alida's finishing up some stuff. C'mon over. » (To Solith from Ilicaeth) Solith comes. Though when she finally gets there, she flutters above the ledge, the clouds having parted enough that the thin moons' light glitters across the quartz and she has to watch it for several hovering beats, before actually bringing herself to shadow it with even her own slender self. When she lands, it's with a sigh. It's not as pretty, now. "You'll survive," Telavi tells her out loud as she dismounts, her tone not unfriendly. « Nice, ain't it? » Ilicaeth inquires of Solith's peering at 'his' quartz ledge, the blue chuffing with rarer self-indulgence. He's currently splayed across said ledge, which still leaves very ample space for the green's landing. « Stretch out, relax toots. Y'll live... » he chuckles in soft, gritty baritone. The stone beneath the green might be felt to be somewhat warm, oddly enough. And as for Alida? She's huddled just inside the mouth of the entrance towards the blue's couch, holding up a big basket of glows that cast pale light upon her somewhat tired features. "C'm in, Tela. Whazzup?" is inquired crisply, a gesture inviting the greenie in, a casual "Make yerself at home, Solith," offered over her shoulder to the tired green. Somehow, it's different that Ilicaeth is blocking some of the moonlight. Maybe because it's his ledge? « If you insist, » the green replies with teasing primness, settling herself down with a long breath of pleasure. Warm stone! And then she sprawls too, even if it's partly over Ilicaeth, because she's so young still and still has no pride, not for this. Maybe she never will. Tela just rolls her eyes and approaches Alida, saying, "Beer, cheese and crackers. Which do you want first?" He's sprawled on? Uhm... well, okay. Ilicaeth isn't usually amenable to casual attention from those not closer to him, but since he's somewhat tired and in a decent mood... « Yeah... way ta' go overboard. » He was trying to be decent by giving her his warm spot, but obviously she'll take a mile. A soft snort rolls from the blue's nose when Solith uses part of him as a rug, Alida waving him off as she escorts Telavi inside, into her own part of the sanctum that is her retreat away from everyone. "Beer..." is noted near-instantly, the blonde then looking over to her fellow weyrling and asking, "Is this about the games? 'R weyrling stuff?" Since she's nominal wingsecond, right now. She does, doesn't she. And then maybe two miles, but for now, just one. « You're so patient, » Solith approves, and it's not as though he can't kick her off, is it? She sighs a happy breath and tries to hold still from there, really she does. Mostly. "It's beautiful," Telavi says genuinely, looking about her. "Did it come with all your furniture, or did you find it stained the same way, or stain it yourself?" The couch gets a frankly covetous look, and it's toward that that Tela drifts closer. "Not exactly," she says, "though I'm curious what you made of it all. Was it fun? Awful? And tell the truth, was it you or N'ky who picked teams?" Somewhere along the line she pauses by the partially blocked-in murals, touching the paint delicately only to find it dry, and gives Alida a questioning glance over her shoulder. « Yeah; that's my second name... » the blue chuffs with dry humor, his sands barely lifting from the parched earth of his mind to reply to Solith. It's not as if *he* can lay perfectly still, either, Ilicaeth's tail given to the occasional twitch or wriggle, his coppery claws flexing slightly. Further within, Alida responds to her guest's inquiry with her usual, rapid-fire and clipped accent-delivery of, "Most uv' it, yeah. Stripped down a couple pieces, then re-stained 'em ta' match. Got another piece from stores...bigger bed." Beat. "Thanks." As for the event, "It was okay. I like some competition, physical activities." Her 'extra,' nearly every day workouts with K'zin and Azaylia are commonplace knowledge, by now. A look over to Telavi presages the woman's snert. "I let him handle almost all uv that. I just made sure the playing field was level." Fairness, and all that. At the greenie's look to the mural that slowly 'happening,' "Waki's. Wanted Ista up here, since we're a cold climate." Shrug. « Your secon... how does that work? » Solith twists her neck around so she can gaze right at him, and she can't be that gullible, can she? Maybe she can. Perhaps it's a relief that his claws flex, and now hers do more freely too, stretch and relax and rasp, rasp, rasp against the stone. "Did you." Tela starts to add another question, maybe, and then she just laughs at herself, and gets back to looking over the mural. "I can see the black, anyway. I hope it does what you want it to. Was it work, 'leveling the playing field' within Flurry? I heard someone else call Cirrus more cohesive, overall, and maybe that's so." While she's at it, as long as Alida's pointed it out anyway, Tela wanders on to inspect the bed. "I like your alcove. I would have liked one, the only good thing about mine is that I can move it around when I want. Are you thinking of curtaining it, or leaving it the way it is?" Of course she has to reach out to try to touch the quilt if she's not intercepted, touchy touchy touchy. The blankets, too, one at a time. At least her hands are clean! « Ferget it, toots » Ilicaeth replies blandly, either unwilling or unable to believe that Solith *is* that gullible. Maybe they both got the 'wiggly' gene from Cadejoth, given their flexings. Inside: "Want anything? Tea, klah, wine..." Alida notes politely, peering some at Telavi, but letting her ramble. "Not really. Everybody's got strong 'n weak points in various ways. Looked inta' 'em, balanced 'em out." Perhaps noticing such things comes more easily to one of her ilk. Briskly, "Cirrus *is*. Flurry's more driven." A look over at her sleeping area inspires some thought, the bluie finally allowing a low, "Not sure, really. Guess I could have push-aside curtains, 'n get the best uv' both." Grin. A peer over at the touchy-feely greenrider intensifies into a habitual, full studying of her motions, looks, habits...something drawing out the guard inside her. Solith sighs, a light and airy siiiiigh against Ilicaeth's shoulder, and lets it go. For now. It's not a cuddle, she's not that sort or at least isn't yet, but more a matter of being comfortable like puppies. Maybe Cadejoth really can get the blame. "Oh, right!" exclaims her rider. "The beer," and she unloads the sack from her shoulder with an eye to just giving the whole thing to Alida if she'll come take it, or if not, she can carry it back over when she's done with her tour. "'Driven.' Why am I reminded of a wagon driving its way off the road? No, but these are lovely. Was it your family's, this quilt? I like the stitchery, and cotton, that must have run whoever it was a pretty mark." She wouldn't ring like a thief to the guard's instincts, but simply the seamstress that she is or was. "Push-aside curtains, I agree, those are even better. They would keep you warmer, too. Perhaps a little bit sheer, so you can see out but most times it's harder to see in?" Beer is *good* (not as good as spirits, but still), and quickly enough, Alida re-routes herself and takes up Telavi's bag in nimble hands, walking it over to the table and settling it gently down, then opening the thing up to get at the good stuff. The blonde's quick answer to her guest's words of driven wagons is a snicker, then her more typical, "Gotta be careful when yer driven, since if ya' fix yer eyes only on the goal, ya' lose track uv' the surroundings." And blop, then you're suddenly in the mud! A small nod is offered to the seamstress' words of the quilt, Alida murmuring, "My ma' got it from a friend, when she made Journeywoman." For Tela's words of those curtains, the bluie blinks...and then actually smiles a little, turning her gaze back to her sleeping area. "Maybe inner 'n outer curtains... inner one sheer, outer solid." Beer and cheese and crackers and grapes and mugs! Telavi follows the lure, unbuttoning her riding jacket and then tugging off her cap. That cap's removal is far more of a reveal than the jacket's, something she never did in the barracks if she could avoid it, and exposes neatly pinned braids closer to pale whisky than the other woman's moon-blonde. She glances at Alida, thoughtful for a moment before tucking her cap into a pocket and having a seat by the mug furthest from the other woman. "Did she? I'm sorry. Nobody came for me either," but here Tela looks just a little impish. "I wouldn't even have told my uncle, if I hadn't wound up staying. Oh! and before I forget, remember to hang the curtains on separate rods, if you want them to shift independently." There's an expression of 'ahh' for Telavi's tugged off reveal of her long, pinned up braids, Alida grinning white teeth and bringing her hand up to her own ferociously-tight braided bun. "How about we do this right...let our hair down, eh?" And with her words come the practiced motions of hands and fingers, plucking out wooden pins, then undoing leather fasteners, her long braid finally spilling free into a cascade of shiny, thick, straight hair that's slightly kinked up from the tightness of its binding. A soft sigh of relief and enjoyment issues from her lungs, and the woman starts absently massaging her scalp after tossing the bindings to the side of the table. "Fuuuck, that's good..." Head bob. "S'okay; too young ta' remember much uv her, really." Quirk. "Where'd ya come from? Pars had me up its keister almost all uv' my life." Smirk. "Ah, yeah. I figured..." of the seperate rods. Beat...smirkie. "Who might be able ta' make those fer me on a weyrling's meager stipend?" Tela's hand lifts to her hair, and she gives the other weyrling a bemused, considering look as though Alida had suggested something rather more intimate than what the bluerider likely means. She watches Alida for a few moments in which the other weyrling might as well have been disrobing, and then turns her gaze discreetly away to the beer. Beer is always good, right? She messes with the seal, then pours for them both from the same bottle, leaving the other one to sit cooly until it's needed. Eventually, hesitantly, she removes one pin, there by her temple. She'd washed her hair in the baths, but even that briefly, and it's rarely ever loose. "Benden." Tela's smile is a little cheeky, now. "The Weyr, if you coudn't tell. As for the rods," she shrugs. "All we need to do is go off to Boll, or Nerat or northerly Southern or something, and mess around with the reeds. They grow some big ones, just cut them and air them out so there won't be bugs, smoke them maybe, and we're good to go. Won't it be fun to go anywhere?" Apparently the blonde is oblivious to the thoughts, reactions her taking her hair down causes in Telavi, for she's already moving on to flipping her hair over after bending her torso over, fingers massaging over the back of her head, now. From within the spill of moonlight-blonde comes an only slightly muffled alto, "I try not ta judge too many books by their covers." Back up the vibrant woman stands, ruffling fingers though her hip-length locks, murmuring a clipped, "Thanks" for the beer poured. A nod for the greenrider's thoughts of curtain rods prompts the bluie to ask, "I take it that stores has that kinda' sheer fabric somewhere in it? Figured it was too nice..." A lift of the mug of beer to her guest presages an intense, "Here's ta goin' anywhere in three heartbeats!" Telavi does peek a time or two, but mostly she's engaged in distributing the food in such a way that they won't be eating their hair with the meal. "They do, or at least they did a sevenday or so ago," Tela agrees once she's toasted Alida right back. "I don't know if we weyrlings rate it, but they do have it. You wouldn't need nearly as much with yours, either, because you have the alcove already... unless you wanted the inside to look the same all the way around? Mine would take too much, if I made a frame, and what a shame." While she's at it, and here Tela leans forward once she's downed the latest cracker, "What did you think of weyrwoman Lujayn visiting? Wasn't Rielsath fun? I heard she and Weyrwoman Aishani were sharing each other's drinks, even." "I gotta' have another look again, then," Alida murmurs around a few grapes she's popped into her mouth and mostly chewed, the woman enjoying the heady taste/scent while she can. "Musta' missed these at dinnertime..." is murmured out, a bit of cheese then nabbed up, nipped at with relish. "Mm... heard uv' those snazzy beds with curtains all around them. Huge. Must be a dream ta' have." Silent inquiry: do *you* have one? A slightly sour face for thoughts of weyrlings getting all the crap inspires the seated bluie to murmur, "Gonna go down 'n pick it out if it's still there, 'n try ta wheel 'n deal a swatch uv' it ta' pick up after we graduate." Have to maintain *some* appearances as a poor weyrling, after all. She doesn't want to inspire ire/envy in her fellows, as that could lead only to unhappiness. Word of Lujayn is greeted with a small shrug of shoulders, then a deep sip of beer. "She must be nuts wantin' ta come up here, right now." Snert. "Mf, Ilicaeth seemed ta' enjoy Rielsath, mhm." Given that Alida's not one to gossip much, if at all, the subject of Aishani and the Monocan goldrider is lent only a small lofting of brow, then apparently dismissed in favor of another plucked grape, which is then wiggled upon its short stem for a few moments. The now-quiet weyrling eyes her uneaten prize a heartbeat longer, then looks up unerringly to her tablemate, inquiring, "Ya' didn't come here fer simple chatter 'n sharin' - though I honestly thank you fer such - right?" Unspoken: what's the *real* reason. "I'd like one too," Tela says wistfully, which might serve to answer the silent inquiry as well... if not the more audible comment about the grapes. "Why nuts, though? I heard that she could have been, even should have been Weyrwoman here, that she should come back... but if she and one of our weyrwomen were making nice, doesn't that mean that's not going to happen, it really is up to the two of them? After all, it's not like it's snowy out yet, at which point... nuts. So very much nuts." The greenrider's smile has reappeared, even if only one of her dimples are showing. But for the rest? Telavi has another swallow of beer before leaning forward, regarding Alida searchingly. "A little bit of this, a little bit of that," she says. "Or maybe a lot of this, a lot of that? But also... your month's almost up, so it's not like I'm trying to get in with you that way, if you see what I mean. And I have seen how you've looked at N'gan." A bit of silent envy for those who can get such posh beds is seen in Alida's green eyes, but it's only there for a moment as Telavi speaks on about Lujayn. "In my opinion, only a goldie with a screw loose 'r who *needs* a big challenge'd wanna take on all the politics 'n bad blood *here*." Nose-wrinkle, grape-nom. "I enjoy a challenge... but even *I* wouldn' touch 'Reaches weyrwomen positions with a twenty foot pole, even if I had a gold." Snerk. And then comes her guest's look and laying down of part of her hand of cards, Alida leaning back into her padded chair and offering a knowing hint of a half-smirk to the greenie across from her. "Yeah, best ta go in with a clean slate..." is noted of the 'duty' that will be upcoming, sooner or later, for Tela. Word of N'gan inspires first a somewhat surprised reaction, then a quickly dawning realization that leaves the paler-blonde smirking again. "And what'd ya' see?" Telavi's sigh is not wistful, this time, it's through her teeth in agreement, and she even toasts to those twenty-foot poles. But to Alida's smirk, she gives her a smirk right back, just a little less bright than the bluerider's. "I see someone who isn't... thrilled... by how he's been treated, compared to how Quie has, by so many of the rest of us. Want to tell me I'm wrong?" She'll drink right back to that, and does, Alida chortling a bit before again lifting her own mug, then taking a deep draught of beer. A more neutral expression is donned for Tela's restrained airing of her view of the bluerider's take on that particular weyrling 'gaffe,' 'lida finally allowing herself a small, ironic little smile. "Gotta practice coverin' up my disgust better." Snerk. No, she won't say Telavi's wrong at all. Sip. "And?" "And," Telavi strings that out, just a touch playfully, because how much more clear can she be? "I was thinking," she says, "that you might have some ideas on how to help her... while making sure he learns better. I thought you might have some very nice ideas indeed." "Ahh..." the bluie notes from around a nip of cheese, her expression archly wry, her free hand's fingertips, short nails now drumming against the tabletop a few times. "I'm afraid y'give me more credit than is due. I ain't got any thoughts about how ta' ease 'her' burden. Any other 'nice ideas' I might have on the 'other' side uv' the equation 'r potentially rather..." How to put it. "...'uncomfortable,' an' they take multiple 'assistants' ta' bring to fruition." Another grape is popped into her mouth, chewed with restrained delight, while clear greens peer patiently into teals. Nom. "What level uv' chastisment 'r you considerin'?" "What I've got so far," Tela says, "mostly means getting on the case of people who pick on her, but she can do most things now. Later," she shrugs somewhat ruefully, smiles back at Alida, and starts to layer cheese with crackers. "Not so many details, as you can see. As for him, well. Nothing that'll get us in trouble if it comes to the wrong person's attention, if you see what I mean. It's not worth it. And it's complicated by... well, you heard about the Tillek tithe, right? I hope it's completely unrelated." But her teeth press against her lower lip for a moment anyway. She listens with casual intent, sipping beer, nabbing a cracker, and cheesing it up, like Telavi does. A rub at green eyes clears them of accumulated hints of wannabe-sleep, Alida offering ghost smiles mostly to herself at places in the greenrider's monologue. After a few moments to swallow her latest sip of beer comes the guard's thoughtful, yet slightly humored alto, "So, y'want me ta' throw sand in 'is face? And ya' want me ta subtly threaten anyone who might give 'her' shit?" Sigh, head-shake, smirk. "Do I look like I deal in trifles, Telavi?" The bluie's features smooth out, becoming sober and serious. "Payback's no walk in the greenhouse. Ya gotta plan, have fallback plans just in case, and ya do it right the first time, so that people *don't forget*." Sip. "At least yer' thinkin' uv' how his involvement with related higher-ups might affect this." Nod. "Yeah...some dragons 'n people can't keep their mouths shut. No details, uv course, but I get the gist." A shark's toothy little grin is flashed to the greenie, and the paler blonde shrugs. "I don't know what you deal in, Alida," and Telavi's openly leaning forward, her gaze staying on the bluerider's, catching that toothy grin and raising it up a notch. "Yet. That's what only you can tell me... if you like." She takes a deeper breath. "Does it matter to you, knowing that she doesn't want to wreck anything that's left with him? Anything that's not flamed to ash and gone already." "I deal in adult realities," Alida lips off after dropping her grin in favor of more cheese, the woman apparently causal once again. "If she'd get all bent outta' shape over any kind uv' chastisement uv' him...then why are we even talkin' about the situation? I think she's a fool if that's how she feels, but..." Shrug. "I can't read minds. If yer not interested in layin' down a few more cards, I can't start playin' ball with ya'." Another errant rub at her slightly sore scalp produces a faint sigh of pleasure and a close of eyes for a moment, the bluerider soon re-affixing her gaze back upon Telavi. "So, what is it?" "Did I say, any kind of chastisement?" The greenrider's smile is slow, gradual. "It just requires a little... finesse. Which I'd be better at, if I had more sleep, but still probably not as good as you." Telavi's enjoyed watching Alida eat, and now she fans her hands wide as though they indeed held cards, cards whose faces the bluerider could see if only they weren't invisible. "Pick a card, any card. I'm not trying to hide mine from you. I just don't know what you want to know. I can keep a secret. I don't know that Solith can. Is that one?" It's the subtle little maneuverings that Alida's not so astute at, and she knows she's missing some shit...and it aggravates her, bless her direct, grey little heart. Still, the bluie plows onward, not showing her inner bit of ire upon her features, though her shoulders tense just a little. "So, what's her upper limit? What's *your* level uv' involvement?" "Knowing, for certain, her level of involvement would have to mean involving her, and that I'm loath to do." Telavi's smile is, briefly, deep enough to show dimples. "I don't want her to feel guilty... or like she has to confess. Let's just say, nothing that would mean he wouldn't like her. In fact, who knows, she might even console him." Silly girl, says her tone, but what can you do. "My level? Oh, I'm not thinking broken bones or anything, but more like... hmm. Like whoever left those stuffed creatures about," and there's nothing in Tela's tone that speaks of knowing, of having guessed. "Imagine one of those with strings tied tightly about what passes for its nuts, and left under his pillow. Wouldn't that be fun? Or am I thinking too... small?" "She'd likely get in the way, anyway..." Alida murmurs, watching Telavi closely, the guard remaining calm while the greenie smiles at her. A brief roll of eyes at foolish, hopeless romanticism, and the woman finally cracks a quiet bit of a smirky-half-smile, replying in subdued fashion, "Havin' a dragon presents certain...difficulties." *Him* having one. "No lasting harm is one uv' those." As for Telavi's proposition and her thoughts of perhaps thinking too small... "S'a possibility, sure, if people don't want his precious hide touched in any fashion." A shrug, a sip of beer, and the wily guard's mental gear revv up in speed. "Y'know, a body c'n overhear some uv' the oddest things over time..." Alida notes casually, sitting back into her chair. "Like one time, turns ago, I overheard mention uv' a guy wakin' up in 'is cot in the morning, gettin' up ta' pee...and findin' his junk was mysteriously glued t'gether...t'his inner thigh." Pause, brow scrunch. "And once someone I used ta' know spoke about clippin' off some pubic hair, 'n gluin' it like a mustache ta' some girl's upper lip... not ta' mention takin' some indelable ink 'n writin' a specifically nasty word on 'er forhead. Apparently takes many days uv scourin' 'n such ta get it removed." Telavi's smile has reappeared in response to Alida's, and she has to nod, agreeing, "No lasting harm. None for High Reaches. I'm thinking, more that could help him see the light, Faranth knows this place needs more of that come wintertime." She has some more of her beer, too, lightly blowing on its froth before taking her next sip, but she's still sitting forward and she's still very clearly listening. "Glued. I'm far too fond of that idea. How would you even do it? Some sort of pine sap? And how would he not notice? Maybe not a nasty word on his forehead, but where someone might see it in the baths instead, and he'd know... What I would like, what I would really like, is to have the weyrlingmasters have him write out five million times, 'I will not screw women and then screw them over and then lie about it. I behaved like a jerk and I know it but I'm trying to get better. If a woman ever admits my unworthy self to her body again, I will fall down on my knees in praise.'" "I think yer likely wastin' yer time in thinkin' he'll ever see any light...except that found at the end of a fist driven inta' his face by some pissed off femme," Alida murmurs with some semi-casual disgust at thought of N'gan. "Pine sap, pitch is very sticky, I've heard...and it's supposed ta be rather irritating t'the pores if it's left on 'r rubbed in." Shrug. "Cocks 'r decent fer writin' on, by their very nature, I guess." There's a small glint in green eyes, by this time, though the guard doesn't smile. "Now, *if* 'someone' wanted ta take that route, they'd have ta use an easily gained substance ta'... 'massage' his state uv consciousness." A lift up of the glass of beer in her hand, a pointed study of it and a look over at Telavi presage, ""He's in Cirrus, an' one just knows he's gotta' be smartin' over not bein' able ta' celebrate, like the others, what with his pulled priviliges. Could make a frustrated, irate teen just about wanna drown his sorrows in private." A deep sip of that beer in her mitt is followed by a thoughtful little smile, and her alto, "Not drunk, uv course. Nobody wants a drunk weyrling. But... massaged. Free 'n easy feelin'...which tends ta' lead ta' very deep sleep." And as for Telvai's last 'wish...' "Keep dreamin'. Betcha Tillek's got a finger deep in the pot, in favor uv' 'the precious.'" Snork. "If Quielle only would," Tela sighs, wistfully. "She has more right than anyone..." and then she's staring at Alida, wide-eyed. She even slides back in her seat. "That sounds, that sounds awful. Who would want to do such a thing? Touch him like that? After what he did," and she's not distracted enough not to nod with fierce agreement about how losing that extra celebration might rankle, but she can't help but circle back to, "Oh, no. Unless..." and now she's looking at Alida with new eyes. "Unless you want to?" Alida might have admitted to a fondness for wearing tank tops woven out of wool, and Telavi might have responded with the same half-fascinated horror. "Is he your type? Alida? I suppose I haven't seen you with anyone else, not that I've been looking, but Alida." And they ate and drank together! "She has more right, but she ain't got enough uv the guts...nor dedication," Alida murmurs in her quickly accented alto, apparently casting the matter of Quielle somewhat to the side. "I'm glad someone wants ta help her...but I'm not the type." Shrug. She has no deeper investment in the other female. And *now* she's blinking at Telavi, and how the other weyrling is speaking to her, looking at her...and quickly enough, realization floods Alida, makes her face twist up, eyes narrow a little. "No fuckin' way." PERIOD. "You got me wrong; I meant savin' up some potent, smooth booze on the side in a small bottle 'r skin when other weyrlings" (like themselves) "go ta' the Snowasis, 'r whatever. Then attach a note ta' it from his buddies, in general, sayin' drink up fast so it's not found later. Hide it in 'is press, under 'is pillow." Sip, snerk. "It'd be found by him alone, and he'd likely drink alone ta' get back at authority figures, an' ta celebrate." As for inking his weenie... "Y'didn' know I basically grew up around a bunch uv' guys in a barracks." Smirk. "I was one uv' the guys in enough shit. Ain't nothin' ta' me, in the right state uv mind." "Oh. Oh. Oh, Alida," and then Telavi's dissolving into giggles. "You said... but you said... oh, dear sweet Faranth's foolish fewmets." Has her grin ever been so wide? She's blushing, too. "Well, if you're up for that," except apparently that's starting to sound too much like a pun, because she's laughing all over again. "Did you, did you wind up doing that to a great deal of your... comrades?" Is that a pun too? Tela eyes her empty mug, then reaches for that second bottle so she can open it up, because surely that will help her figure things out. Ah yeah, *now* Tela's getting where Alida's coming from...and the paler-blonde grins broadly at the giggles and blushing going on opposite her, while sipping from her beer somemore. Another shrug to being 'up' to it - and factor in a waggle of brows - leads into "Not that specifically, but a couple u' times, yeah." Snert. Eyeing that second bottle being opened, the bluie notes, "Better not get too fucked up, 'r y'll likely ferget things." Onward! "Things like this require...lookouts. Eyes 'n ears...'n late nights with dark clothing 'n no moonlight." Pause. "Fog'd be even better...as long as there's a pair uv' super keen senses helpin' on lookout." "It would take more than half a bottle, or even one bottle," Tela claims, but then she has to blink a couple of times. What had she had before getting here, and did it involve remnants of Jo's gift? She pours about a quarter of the beer into her mug, conservative-like, takes a swig, and only then decides, "I had really get back to my own weyr, because now I'm starting to think of that one song, you know, the one with dark clothes and ships' bows and the potter's wife? Unless it's the renegade by moonlight, that's another good one I haven't heard in forever. This is what you get for making me laugh after everything that's been going on," as though it were all Alida's fault, mischief in her tired eyes. Look, there's a hairpin, hers. She replaces it, right before she stands. "Thank you, Alida, for your hospitality. And I'm sorry I'm not more good to you right now. Keep the fruit, would you? Just drop the bag by, when you get a chance, it's mine and not the caverns'." "Some days'r different than others, I've found..." Alida comments to words of needing more than a couple of bottles, though she nods agreeably to Telavi. The rest of that bottle - if left over - is upended into the bluie's own mostly empty mug, and chugged like a pro. She looks daft about the first song the greenie mentions, but the second lyric gets a quick nod and a laconic, "Good one," sight of the other female replacing her hairpin making the current wingsecond smirk. "Yer welcome... and thanks for the nice eats. Just sit on what's been talked about, stew it around some in yer mind. No need fer speed." A nod for word of the fruit and the return of that bag, and the woman murmurs, "I'll bring it down with me at dinnertime tomorrow. Just gimme a head's up when yer goin'." A soft scrape of chair legs upon stone as she slowly stands, then stretches, presages a low, "I leave it purely up ta' you if there's t'be any actions taken. Just keep me informed." Beat. "Need a walk out ta' Solith? 'caeth says she's flopped on 'im." Smirk. « I think I've had all I c'n take. She's comin' out, right? » Snort. His golden motes of finest, gritty dust rasp more tired, ready to sleep, than irritated about Solith, who's resting on his shoulders. (Ilicaeth to Alida) Chuckle. « Yep. Watch yer tail, toots. » (Alida to Ilicaeth) "True!" Tela watches Alida go after the beer, smiling just a touch, and dips her head as her own you're-welcome. Though she replaces her cap, it's reluctantly at first, only getting more decisive when she flattens its band into place. "That's good to know. But then, he'll be around for a few months yet, now won't he. Dinnertime warning, it is." And a warning going the other way, for the rest. Telavi sets her chair back into place and then wanders towards the ledge, taking a last look around while buttoning up her jacket. Her, "Silly girl," might be just on the verge of audibility. "Let's just say... I wouldn't turn it down?" By the time she gets to the ledge, Solith's nosed Ilicaeth once and then gotten up, shaking out her wings and looking altogether too chipper for a self-respecting greenrider to have to deal with. Still, they'll be on their way easily enough and, should anyone be watching, land without incident on their own ledge as well. "Indeed he will..." is noted around a small half-smirk, Alida slowly accompanying Telavi out to the ledge, where Ilicaeth's found lifting his head to lightly bump Solith atop her rump with his chin, as if urging her to get going so he can get up and stride in towards his bed. A nod to the other weyrling and a lift of hand in farewell presage 'lida's turning away, and quick retreat into her warmer weyr, for her own bed. "I'm sick uv' the cold..." is noted to nobody in particular, along the way. |
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Aishani (Brieli (talk)) left a comment on Sun, 19 May 2013 21:05:49 GMT.
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I liked how... easy that seemed. Very different Alida. I know what that's like! ;)
Alida (Alida (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 20 May 2013 01:27:40 GMT.
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She's in her own 'element' (in her own place), and she's relaxed, for once, and dealing with something she's rather familiar with (retaliation/payback). Yep; Alida's at 'ease.' ;D
Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 20 May 2013 21:33:01 GMT.
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I really enjoyed this. Telavi knows how to soothe the savage beast, and that's with booze, fruit and vengeance.
Grapes... the perfect sidedish... FOR REVENGE!
I can't wait to see what comes out of this brainstorming. >:3 And I agree, I like how easily the two got along. And how annoyed Ilicaeth is with snugglin'.
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