Logs:Pyrophobia
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| RL Date: 29 June, 2015 |
| Who: Alida, Edyis |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Alida and Edyis run into each other over a drink, and fire-based fears are spoken of. |
| Where: HRW :Snowasis |
| When: Day 17, Month 2, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Chilly, light rain. |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions, F'manis/Mentions, Farideh/Mentions, J'vain/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, T'mic/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: I have Def Leppard's 'Pyromania' going through my brain. |
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| It's just getting around the time of evening when the Snowasis starts filling up, but fortunately for Edyis she already claimed a seat at the bar. The mug in front of her appears to be hard cider, though she's been nursing it for a while. Occasionally dark eyes lift, or she'll laugh at some joke being told a few seats away, but for whatever reason she seems otherwise unaccompanied tonight. Unlike Edyis, Alida's been pretty damned busy today, the bluerider looking a little assed-out, though by no mean exhausted. To wrap up her evening, she's finally bellying up to the bar once she's threaded the throng of Weyrfolk...and looking over to catch Ed's presence three people down before she orders. There's no words for the weyrling, tonight, especially with the clamor in here; just a definite bob of pale head and a ghost of a smirk-smile. Edyis smiles at that bob, and when the particularly pudgy green rider leaves her seat, Edyis deftly hooks a leg to save it for the bluerider. "Taiga keeping you hopping?" She calls over the din, with a gesture for the rider to come join if she chooses. Alida considers that abandoned stool for a few moments, then shrugs lightly and moves to it...which makes the bartender have to follow her, as well, to get her order. After a rather 'froo-froo' banana daiquari is requested, the 'tender moves off, which frees up Alida to note to Edyis, "*Always*. Fuckers." Nose-wrinkle. "Plus business." Beat. "You?" "T'mic and Farideh as wingleaders this time, T'mic seems made for it. Can't say the same of Farideh." The scribe chuckles into her drink, "Earlier starts these days, with flaming starting." An involuntary shudder shakes the younger woman. "Don't suppose F'manis has started looking over the class yet has he?" "'Mic decent, then?" Alida inquires as she listens to Edyis, letting her green eyes roam all about, though ears are perked for what the weyrling has to offer. "Sooner 'r later, Farideh's gonna *have* ta learn some uv it. Poor sap." Headshake, nose-wrinkle. Back to her companion goes that cool gaze, barely in time to catch Edyis' shudder at her own words. Damned cops notice nearly everything...and the 'former' guard scrutinizes the brownie before answering, "F'manis doesn' talk ta me about anything...except ta snarl out orders." Sneer. However, there's something much more interesting to concentrate on, besides her revulsion for Taiga, and the subject's broached in a more quiet, "Not fond uv' flame, I take it?" "Never hurts to ask." She almost sing-songs. But on Farideh she doesn't have anything else to say, but T'mic's name brings a smile. "He's patient as hell, and doesn't mind helping out with the... difficult things." Like fire for example. She eyes Alida's question with a sigh, "Does the whole weyr know I've been ordered to a mind healer already?" "Weird ta have someone like him at 'Reaches, isn't it?" Alida facetiously responds back of T'mic, a faint smile given for thought of the rather 'gentle giant' of a blueriding weyrling. "Kinda refreshing. Just don't tell him the secrets that you *need* ta keep." The dark ones that a white hat like T'mic likely would act on/against...or so says the level, sober stare Alida awards Edyis. There's a faint curl of the blonde's lips into a shallow smirk for the brownrider's response to her inquiry, and when Ed's finished, she earns herself a rather light and airy, "Yer response was pretty telling, actually. But thanks fer confirming my guess." Finally, her drink arrives, and a small coin is passed over to the 'tender in exchange, the bluie looking with relish at the tall, banana-scented rum slurry-slush, then taking a slow, deep sip from her reed straw. MmmmM! Grin. Back over to Edyis, "That bad, huh?" Beat. "Yeah, best ta get *that* kind uv heavy shit dealt with by a professional, especially since it's that time in yer training." Sip, mmmm. "They gonna send one here, or...?" "There's one in Honshu I already have a rapport with; of course it means getting up earlier in the mornings and flaming around others is off the table for a while. Quinlys even gets a nicely written report every few days." There's a swirl of her glass, and a self-deprecating smirk. "Yeah it's great being batty, you never know when someone's going to do something like set the weyr on fire and then you suddenly get to deal with the stuff of heavily repressed nightmares." She exhales, "Yeah, I know. I've been doing the therapy, but progress is slow... Healer Suillel mentioned that there was a very real possibility of having to continue the therapy in small ways for the rest of our lives. The goal however is to make flaming possible." To Edyis' words of Honshu, Alida mouths in typical fashion, "Woman, you get around." Smirk, sip. "Earlier c'n be a bitch, but it's worth it if ya feel better around the one ya know." Word of Quinlys is met with a faint nose-wrinkle, but that's about it. "Letcha' in on somethin', Ed: *all* people got somethin' that scares the shit outta' 'em. Usually more 'n one, 'cause almost all people 're frightened uv death." A quick look around presages the blonde's earnest, "Fire's a nightmarish one, ta' be sure..." The loss of Azaylia stings her suddenly again, and makes 'lida need to look down at the drink in her hand for a moment. "Whatever works for *you*, Ed." She's able to look steadily into her erstwhile barmate's eyes again, now, and it's to inquire, "J'vain accompanyin' you?" Edyis laughs, "Just wait 'till we are cleared for between, and the world is our oyster." She grins, though mention of fire has her quiet. "Yeah, he is." She states evenly, staring at the liquid remaining in her glass. "You know it's strange, as much as impressing cost me, I can't regret it anymore. Akluseth, whatever his flaws, is probably the one thing left worth counting on. He's put up with so much, and he just accepts all of it, good and bad, always there when I need him." "Same with us when *we* were..." Alida notes around another smirky-grin, the woman half-heartedly lifting her daiquari upon the air for a lazy toast. As for J'vain, the blonde inquires briskly, "Bugs ya?" Having him as her 'handler' until the weyrlings are cleared to go it alone. And then there's that admission from Edyis, one that has the bluie's eyes crinkling up some at their outer corners, her grin a more knowing (and perhaps somewhat pleased?) one, this time. "Mmm...excellent." The lifemates or her drink? "He *has yer back*, Ed...just like 'caeth does mine. Even after the quarrelling, the standoffs...we got each other. ComPLETELY." Edyis shrugs. "He isn't too bad, actually tells some interesting stories from time to time, and he's pretty good about not making me feel utterly useless." She grins in return. Finishing off her glass. "We are overdue for an adventure you know, when we get cleared, we should correct that." Edyis offers standing to make her leave. "Well...good, then," Alida smiles soberly, then rolling her eyes at the weryrling. "You might *feel* that way, but, believe me - better yet, believe Akluseth - ya aren't." As for adventures, "No more tattoos, 's all I gotta say. Fucker *itched*." Nose-wrinkle. "Maybe I'll think up somethin'..." is too lightly intoned, the blonde's free hand making a casual gesture upon the air between them as Edyis rises. Watch what you wish for. Standing in for a vocal farewell, as usual, is a more typical 'Alida-bye': this time, a wiggle of two fingers under her chin at Ed while thumb and last two digits hold her frosty glass of yum. |
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