Logs:Proddy?
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| RL Date: 9 September, 2008 |
| Who: Paige, P'draig |
| Involves: Fort Weyr, Ista Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Paige and Tiasheth visit P'draig and Jekzith at Ista. Paige clings and remains firmly in denial. |
| Where: The Sandbar, Ista Weyr |
| When: Day 10, Month 9, Turn 17 (Interval 10) |
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| It's getting on towards late at Ista and P'draig's perched at the new bar, bare feet hooked up on stool rungs enjoying one of Kip's tried and true specialties rather than the plethora of new things now availble. And maybe predictably, it sounds like the brownrider is asking the barkeep all about the kitchen and how well it's working out. "Mind if I borrow some of the space sometime?" he asks and Kip just lifts his shoulders, grins at Paddy. "So long as you don't make a mess." Out on the beach, a dark, dappled green wings down to a landing, whisper-quiet. While Tiasheth plants herself on the shore to observe the waves and quietly settle in the sand, Paige edges into the Sandbar; a hand reaches up to touch her necklace for a long moment, pale eyes flitting uncertainly from patron to patron. Ah, but there, up at the bar. Her previously downcast expression lifts tremendously, filled with the same exuberance that helps her feet take quick, little steps over to the barkeep and the brownrider. She is, however, unwilling to interrupt their conversation, but as unobtrusively as possible, slips onto the seat next to P'draig, smile wide. Jekzith's head lifts from the sand at Tiasheth's approach and the brown's aquamarine gaze takes in the young green's landing. « Tiasheth! » he greets her exuberantly as ever and a breeze blows bubbles and leaves from his mind to hers. « It's so good to see you. Would you like to come sit with me? » P'draig laughs at Kip's directive and nods, hand lifting for a lazy salute. "Aye, aye, captain," he jokes, then turns slightly as someone slides into the seat beside his. A smile lights his face up in turn as he recognizes the Fortian greenrider. "Paige! Off-duty?" he asks and leans over to slip an arm around her shoulders, offer a light kiss. « Jekzith, » and Tiasheth's greeting isn't so much exuberant as a sigh of welcome relief. « I would love to sit with you. Thank you. » Bubbles and leaves meet a quiet, unusually still glade. The avians must be nesting. The sun has long set. Even the air is still, bereft of even night breezes. Joy still bubbles up from the earth, a tiny pool that's almost at odds with the steady drip-drip of water from somewhere above. « I have missed you terribly, » she admits. « It is wonderful to see you again. » Hopefully he's intent on cuddling, for her head brushes delicately along his wing, seeking that most comfortable of niches to settle into. "Been off duty, " Paige informs him, giving a happy sigh as his arm goes around her, as they kiss. "We jus' missed ya so much I jus' had t'come, " she explains, placing an arm about him, too, while leaning closer to press her head to his shoulder, not unlike her dragon's movements outside. "Yer duties go okay t'day? Everyone doin' good and everythin'?" « I have missed you too, » Jekzith said with earnest sincerity and no compunctions, his wing lifting readily to welcome the sylvan green, muzzle turning her way for a light, affectionate touch. His mind is the usual wash of bright colors, though he takes in her stillness with a quiet prick of sharp focus. « All is well, Tiasheth? » Asked gently as he nudges a little ray of golden sunlight towards that dim quietude. "Well you won't find me saying no to that," P'draig says with a laugh and curls his arm the more comfortably around the greenrider. "Would you like a drink? Some juice? They've got a whole raft of new things to try." A nod about duties. "Mm - just fine, drills, sweeps, messages, nothing unusual. Jaivery's growing like a weed and so's his sister. Both of them into everything in slightly different ways. You, love?" Tiasheth nestles contentedly against the brown's hide, a gusty sigh disturbing her relative silence; in that too-still glade, it's perhaps a little too loud. « As well as they can be, » answers she, « now that we are here. » While his ray of light is warm and very nice to have, it does little to affect her mindscape, save to send a few more drops of water plopping down, grey. Paige curls all the more into his side with a relieved smile, as much as their seating will allow. "Somethin' sweet, " she decides, but grimaces soon after and reaches up with her free hand to rub at her temple again. " ... somethin' warm." Split-second decision change. Jekzith's wing curls all the more protectively around Tiasheth, this grayness a new thing and unfamiliar. He tests its edges out with a little tendril of the green-gold she loves so well. « I am glad you are here, glad to be with you, Tiasheth. » Comforting for whatever it is that is troubling her. P'draig's hand rubs lightly at Paige's arm, mirroring his dragon on the beach. "I think Kip's got somethin' that would suit," the brownrider claims and beckons Kip over, orders a spiced herbal tea. That rubbing at her temples though draws a sharp-eyed gaze to Paige's fingers where they press against skin. "Head hurts?" he asks casually and looks into her face, assessing. Where greyness and green-gold meet, the former gives way to the latter; to this tendril, she clings, relieved. « And I am glad to be with you, » Tiasheth returns in kind, softly. « You have always been very comforting, Jekzith. I wish - I wish sometimes that you did not live so very far away now. » A hint of rose in the backdrop, but the hue is a bit off. Paige's thought? Hers? Both? There's a grateful look for P'draig as he orders her that herbal tea; Paige's expression falters briefly as he looks at her. "Jus' a headache, " she says, trying to reassure him. "Went t'the healers after it didn' go away this mornin'. They gave me somethin' stronger, but - didn' do much fer it, really. Kinda been an off-and-on sorta thin'." That hint of rose is gently brought to the fore, matched by Jekzith as he leans lightly against the green. « I know. I'm sorry we aren't just down in the Bowl anymore, though being here is good too. I do /miss/ you though, » the brown says sincerely. His muzzle to her neck again, still light his entire manner comforting, reassuring, affectionate, not flirty. Paddy's hand rubs along Paige's back gently and he clears his throat, curls his hand around his glass and has a good swallow of the Feisty Girl he's been nursing. "Not going away," he murmurs slowly and looks out towards the beach where brown and green curl together. Gray-blue eyes return to Paige's face and he bends to press a kiss to her temple. "Want to come up after you've had your tea? Or I can come back with you, Palia's long asleep and Mic's ... otherwise engaged," he says with the faintest smirk. "Backrub, neckrub and tuck you in?" Tiasheth leans against him, too, comfortable. « I miss you, too. Blowing bubbles in the lake this afternoon was fun, but rather lonely. I had to blow your bubbles for you. » Right about the same time, Paige blinks up at Paddy for both kiss and query. "I - can y'stay after the tuckin' in?" she has to ask, suddenly small. "I jus' dun wanna go t'sleep all alone. S'awful nice t'be held." « I blew some for you too, » Jekzith says fondly to Tiasheth, draws them into the air for her, those once-bubbles that were in Ista's seawater. P'draig nods an easy affirmative. "I can. Jekzith will let Aath know." His hand lifts to smooth over her hair and he takes a deep breath before going on. "I'm off tomorrow, I can drop word with the nursery that I'll be at Fort all day." Beat. "Because, Paige, I think Tiasheth might be proddy. It's not the usual set of signs but Jekzith says she's shifted." « That was very kind of you, » Tiasheth says affectionately, adding her own collection of bubbles from Fort's lake - and there are a lot of them. Streams and streams of little spheres. Paige's expression relaxes again, relieved - until P'draig airs his suspicions. In his arm, she stiffens, shoulders tensing and eyes rounding. "P - proddy?" she stammers, shaking her head vigorously. "Can' be. We're jus' a lil under the weather, s'all." She's not terrified, but there's a good deal of uneasiness about her that borders well enough on fear. "Wouldn' - /shouldn'/ I know if'n she's proddy?" she asks desperately. « I like bubbles and it's nice to have someone to share them with, » Jekzith muses and nudges some more into the green-rose-gold landscape between them. "Paige, it'll be all right," P'draig reassures gently and pulls her a little closer. That tea's arrived, the mug steaming a little as Kip sets it down on the bar and he casts the pair a covertly sympathetic look, smiles at Paige then retreats down the bar to serve another customer. "Constant pressure in your head? Nagging a little? Like maybe her thoughts and yours are colliding?" Tiasheth likes bubbles, too, likes them very much. That must be why she regards all of them together so intently, adding just a couple more of her own here and there. « Very nice, » she agrees. Paige shakes her head briefly. "Not so much - collidin'. I - I think they're all a'meldin' t'gether. She got a lil melancholy the other day and I started a'cryin', like - felt like /I/ was sad. Still looked a lil red when I got t'Berit's. And - " A thoughtful pause. "Been cravin' diff'rent foods. And yesterday, the headache started. Miss ya lots and lots, but - we always do." Her free hand curls about that mug, pulls it to her mouth for a brave sip. "But other'n all tha', I dun feel any diff'rent, Paddy. I dun wanna flirt and I dun wanna wear diff'rent clothes or forget anythin' or - any o'tha'." There's more bubbles to share, Jekzith keeps them coming, each one tinted a different color. P'draig's hand continues to soothe at Paige's back, works its way up her neck. "/Melding/ though," he says with a nod and looks all the more sure. "She's just more subtle than some, Paige, makes sense with how she is really. It's not always a crazy wild change, like I said," the brownrider's manner drops back into Weyrlingmaster mode easily still. "I think if this has been building for a few days and the headache just started, she has to be really close. These are probably her signs, Paige," Paddy says as gently as possible, leans over to kiss the greenrider's cheek. "I'm definitely coming home with you tonight. We'll keep you both company." Between Paddy's soothing movements and the warmth of the tea, Paige finally relaxes again, exhaling softly as his kiss finds her cheek. "I dun want 'em t'be her signs, " she mutters, still happily situated in the land of denial. "I dun want her t'go up. I dun want someone I never met. I jus' want ya." Draining the rest of her tea afterwards, she curls back up against him, allowing herself a yawn. Or two. "Ya'll - ya'll stay, won'cha? When we get back." « Thank you for staying with us, » the green says for them both, touching her nose to Jekzith's neck momentarily. « She is tired. I cannot do a thing to help her, but - yours is comforting to her. As always. » "I know Paige," P'draig replies quietly and lifts his drink to finish it off, waits until she's worked her way through her tea to wrap both arms around her and hold her tight. "Yes, I'm staying," he promises and then, mindless of anyone looking on, swings the slight greenrider up into his arms to carry her out to the beach and the dragons. His shoes he stuffs feet back into just outside, bears his light burden all the way to Jekzith. There's a query from the brown to Tiasheth about Paige riding with them just this once and then Paddy's carrying his sweetheart upward onto Jekzith's back. Straps are always a necessary safety, but his arms are always close throughout the short ride back to Fort. Those familiar skies welcome them back and P'draig bears tired Paige to bed where he stays with her straight through 'til morning, wrapped warmly around her. Out in the wallow, Jekzith likewise wraps Tiasheth in his wing again and the night passes peacably enough until there's another day to face, with the Istan pair sticking close by throughout in case the inevitable should happen. |
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