Logs:Problems
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| RL Date: 26 August, 2013 |
| Who: Aishani, N'rov, Iesaryth, Vhaeryth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Aishani comes to visit N'rov once he's out of the infirmary, post liberation of Southern Boll. The conversation is a bit grim. |
| Where: Vhaeryth's Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 15, Month 8, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Hattie/Mentions, Ali/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, B'rant/Mentions |
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| Though Iesaryth and her rider have been traveling, and busy -- at times mysteriously so, for all the gold isn't great at being not-obviously-mysterious -- that doesn't mean that her attention isn't on or at least around Vhaeryth in the time after his sudden warning about Southern Boll. Obviously concerned, there's also currents of anger that eddy in the depths, once the details start to be filled in. When she's allowed and there's time, her warning that they're on their way is brief, with the sense of arrival immediate: someone's impatient to make the visit already. It's barely minutes before the gold is in the skies, contacting the watchdragon and the queens. At least they're out of the infirmary now, or so Vhaeryth contributes to the cause of immediacy, back in their own weyr. Or rather, he's on his ledge, from which the bronze sends a resonant trumpet upward just in case anyone else missed the pair's arrival, because his rider's stolen his couch. Yes, all of it, if only because N'rov will prove to be stationed smack dab in the middle of Vhaeryth's very nice rug when Aishani looks in, and wave a crutch at her by way of greeting. Pleased with the greeting, Iesaryth has a rumble for Vhaeryth as she lands on the ledge neatly, so as not to take up much room if he's been relegated to it due to his rider's thievery. Once Aishani's dismounted, she'll curl her tail around herself and set to ensuring nothing seems wrong with the bronze, as if there could be some sympathetic injury. Her rider doesn't take long to find N'rov on the couch, given the givens, nor does she take long in sliding up alongside him to kiss him in a manner appropriate for both injury and how it was earned. After that's done, "Does it hurt much?" She's wearing a belt knife now. Vhaeryth will give his familiar visitor what room he can, even if he familiarly takes back what's left, holding still for her inspection... until abruptly his dark wings spring up and outward, a demonstrative Boo! The bronze thinks it's funny, anyway, some of that reflected in his rider's eyes as well, at least where N'rov's not simply glad to see Shani. She gets a kiss that he doesn't bother to make appropriate in any way, after which he says, "Just an ache right now. We have good drugs. Don't bounce on it, though." Too hard. Iesaryth isn't too surprised by Vhaeryth's sudden movements, but is surprised enough and knows him well enough to make it seem like she is, if only for entertainment's sake. Her own light wings flutter in 'shock', oh no, got her! And well, if N'rov's going to be like that, Shani will settle herself on his lap, though careful with the injured leg, good drugs or no. For his last, she finds a pout, dark eyes bright. "That doesn't leave me with many options." More seriously, "I'd hit you for getting yourself hurt in the first place, but I suppose that's not totally fair. If Vhaeryth can tell it's a put-on, he seems the more pleased for it, and even moves to lower one of his wings over Iesaryth despite that hers are both bigger and brighter. N'rov wraps an arm around his girl's waist meanwhile, as though that could possibly keep Shani in line, though it might help him haul her closer to kiss that pout too. "You're good with options," he says with a smirk. "I'd just as soon not be hit, though. It's not like I stood in front of the guy and said, 'I can't throw a knife, but I can be a target! Go ahead!'" Iesaryth doesn't really try to hide it, nor does she try to avoid the drape of Vhaeryth's wing; she's happy to be there, to lean her bulk against his and watch the skies for now. Aishani's wound her arms around N'rov's neck in the meantime, fingers drifting into his hair at that kiss. Staying close if he's pulling her in, resting her forehead against his, "I'll see what I can come up with. And I'm sure you didn't." A faintly dangerous thread sneaking into her tone, she notes, "Someone should deal with that problem." Vhaeryth doesn't watch the skies; he keeps an eye on who's out and about instead, what would be splitting up the work if it were work, now and again exchanging a bit or two of information but mostly just very much there. N'rov does indeed keep Aishani close, though that tone of hers has him looking into the closest of her dark eyes. "Why do I find myself thinking you're not just thinking about a one-person problem." Iesaryth does like to know things, near as much as her rider. Shani's warm and relaxed against N'rov despite the subject, one hand tracing a pattern over his shoulder, his back, making sure he's there and whole, if a bit damaged. Her gaze still fixed on his grey eyes, she's careful. "It could be a one-person problem, possibly. If it's the right person and permanent." A beat. "If it'd been me, someone would be dead by now." She'd have to press harder on those bruises for him to wince because of them, but her words are enough for the muscle to work in his jaw. "He could have been," N'rov says after a moment, unblinking. "I went for his neck, not his face, I needed him out. I suppose that much worked. Proud of me?" "Not--" Shani stops, wrinkles her nose in annoyance, and visibly thinks before she speaks again. "Not if I'd been you, and not that I'm saying it's a good thing. It's just..." She kisses his neck, buries her face there for a minute. "It make me jumpy." Frightened, if she'd admit to it. When she pulls back, it's to tell him, "Always." Turning to glance down at the injured leg, cheeks pink, "How did it happen?" He exhales that tension against her hair, and after another moment strokes her back, reassuring her in his turn. N'rov says, "The man had a knife, he had a hostage... Ali. He had her tied up. If I didn't take him out, it would have been all over, so I rushed him." He shrugs, uncomfortable; his arm tightens around her. "Could have been worse, I guess, could have gotten my knee and there goes the dancing." After she can relax against him again, lean into him, Aishani nods slowly. "Any fight you walk away from is fine," she murmurs before she'll look back his way, with a brief smile. "Or limp. Whichever. I commend your restraint. I..." Pause. "Don't have much right now, I think. I shouldn't be surprised that someone thought they could get away with it, without retribution, but there it is." Seeming apologetic for her more sardonic tone, she asks lightly, "Will you dance again, N'rov? Or will we be forced to sit on the sidelines and mock people forever?" "I'm not sure 'restraint' was the word," N'rov admits, solemn. "Unless you mean not finishing him off? I didn't start with a knife because it was going to be more risky, running with one. If he hadn't stayed down, I'd have hit him again," and maybe it would have killed him, recognition of that clear in the tone of his voice, "but he did stay and the important thing as getting her out: something that the kid who was with us forgot," and that tone isn't a forgiving one. He leans to kiss her nose, though. "Yes, we'll dance. But indulge me in some more mockery first? Complaining, anyway." "It can be," Aishani will admit, "Especially if you're holding it right, blade in, but with-- never mind." She shakes her head, agreeing, "When the point is to get people out, there's no sense in making things worse." But what little she's heard, and to be honest, his own injury, has her looking grim and thoughtful, though the kiss to her nose draws her out of it enough to kiss him, lingeringly, before, "Complain, or mock away. It's my job to listen. One of my jobs." "See, that's the sort of thing I mean," N'rov says. "You know what it means, when you have to get someone out. They were hostages for each other, those other riders could have had us forever, the dragons were already..." He's already been frowning, grim in his turn, but it deepens. "It wasn't good. I don't like to think about what if it had been you and Azaylia, even after everything that's gone down." With a little grimace, "They can't get away with that. But yes, time. Time is the important thing." Aishani runs fingers through his curls, over them comfortingly. "At least you managed. That's the main thing. I hope... I hope it wasn't too awful for them." Because if there's riders willing to take a Hold and goldriders hostage, who knows what they're willing to do. She's quiet for a moment before, not unapologetic, but not intractable either, "I won't be taken hostage." N'rov leans into the caress before straightening up again, his jaw set as he looks over her shoulder, listening. He nods once. Then he looks at her, at her. "What do you mean by that, Shani?" His words aren't hard, but there's something about his voice. Aishani is still as he looks at her, as if that will help with that tone of his. Her gaze isn't hard either, but serious enough; not quite stony, but there's something there. Simply, "I'd kill anyone that tried it, that's what I mean by that. I am not taking half-measures with any of this anymore. Apparently, it's perfectly all right to murder or attack goldriders, and I don't intend to be one of them." He relaxes, not wholly but suddenly. "Not that I thought that you'd kill yourself first," N'rov says, with something almost like a laugh for entertaining the idea at all, "but I had to be sure. What's your plan?" Because she has to have one. "Oh. No." Shani has to laugh as well for that, for the idea -- and does hit him lightly for thinking it, or not thinking it as the case may be. But she'll make it up to him by leaning in to trail a line of kisses along his neck, which could be one of her jobs too, with the attention she gives to it. Only a little muffled, "My plan always depends on the situation, but right now it's to make sure no one can get behind me, and keep knives ready." Which seems... a lot like her usual plan? The bronzerider just laughs, and somehow later manages to note, "That sounds familiar," despite the way she's talking against his skin. "But I'll just go and help you with that, make sure nobody's behind you." This might require a more concentrated patdown, so long as it doesn't jostle his leg. "So helpful," Aishani sighs as his hands move over her, which makes her hands start finding their way into his shirt, and there's not much talking after that. If she can reliably stab someone, one would hope she could at least not bounce his leg around. Too much. |
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