Logs:Re-Introductions
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| RL Date: 17 July, 2013 |
| Who: Cailluneth, N'ky, K'zin, Rasavyth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'zin catches up with N'ky the second day after graduation. |
| Where: Western Bowl, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 2, Month 4, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions, Quielle/Mentions, N'gan/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions, J'madri/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated |
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| Western Bowl, High Reaches Weyr The bowl's vast dirt floor extends in a rough oval from west to east, only sparse clumps of grass surviving between the crisscrossed pathways of daily traffic. To the northwest stand massive gates to the world beyond, allowing people, livestock, and tithes to pass beneath some of the seven jagged spires that stand sentinel over that area of the bowl. In late afternoons, their spindly, fingerlike shadows stretch over that end of the bowl all the way to the living cavern's hulking brass doors in the far north. Eastward, the bowl sprawls on toward the lake, sloping slightly downward to allow runoff from rain and snowmelt, but to the south it's caged by more cliffs of dark, rough-cut granite. Rocks poke up from the ground here, a few large boulders and many smaller outcroppings worn smooth in spots by time and use. A few ground weyr entrances dot the wall, the most frequented ledge set up like a patio while the largest ledge services the Weyrleaders' complex, directly beside the huge entrance to the hatching sands. A more human-sized entrance, left of that, leads to the galleries.
When Rasavyth touches down, it's near Cailluneth, his landing comes with a stumble, but at least it's not a skid and hey, he's still better at them overall than he once was. It makes him back up a few paces even as K'zin is unbuckling straps and swinging on down from them, leaving goggles, gloves and helmet still in place as his boots slap through the mud puddles at a jog to round toward the cavern, slowing to a walk as he approaches the greenrider, "Hey! Nick! You got a second?" The new wing badge shows K'zin's been tapped into Taiga though pretty much everything else seems about the same. N'ky might have shot Rasavyth a look when he landed, but he would have seemed intent on getting up Cailluneth's straps and out of there, until K'zin called for him. Turning around to look at the bronzerider, while juggling the package he's holding and trying to get his gloves on, he nods, gesturing for him to come on over into the rainbarrier that Cailluneth - who hasn't greeted Rasavyth other than with a huff of breath and a look in his direction - is now providing with her wing. N'ky leans back against her side, no doubt trying to pull some warmth from her hide. When K'zin gets closer, he replies; "What's up... Taiga?" Rasavyth, for his part, is quite friendly as usual, warbling a hello to Cailluneth once K'zin's called out to her rider. The bronzerider steps beneath the umbrella of the green's wing and lifts his flight goggles onto his forehead. K'zin's glance in the direction of his own badges is brief, distracted, "What? Oh, yeah. That." He grimaces, "Yeah. Taiga. Pretty sure K'del just wanted to make sure I had as little time off as possible." Clearly, he's less than thrilled, but that's not what he's come for just now. He glances to the straps and their contents, possibly gleaning more information from the lidded eyes of the bronze on the otherside, "Heading out hunting?" He asks politely. "I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to talk with you at graduation. I wanted to say congrats - to you and Cailluneth both." He offers a polite nod to the dragon in question. "To Southern, yeah." N'ky nods, crossing his arms gently over the package he's holding, pressing it to his chest as he shrugs his shoulders. "Trying to make some extra marks, pay off... Far Reach quicker." He smiles crookedly at the congratulations, dipping his head. "You were busy. J'madri saw you get tapped, then you were busy dancing..." He shrugs again, brushing it off as just the way things are - or were, at that particular event. "We left early, anyway. But, um... congratulations to you both, too. I-I think K'del wanted you because... because he's K'del. You're you. It makes sense." "I was pretty--" Do men use the word 'upset'? "--out of sorts after I got tapped. And Cadejoth had told Rasavyth that Nhidanth had said that Quielle was feeling depressed since she's pregnant and -- all that." All that about Quielle and N'gan and weyrlinghood and yadda yadda yadda. It's no secret that Rasavyth has been a bolstering presence for the blue and that K'zin has been going a little above and beyond more often than not to try to make Quielle a little happier than she otherwise might have been. "That's-- well, I probably wouldn't've risked the dancing with her otherwise, but-" He shrugs helplessly. He was trying to do the right thing. "And then Ras had his paw on Solith's face and-- Yeah. It was a complicated night. Anyway. None of that really excuses it, I just-- wasn't thinking straight." The bronzerider's jaw tightens a little then, "K'del's--" He can't even get into it. He swallows the anger that briefly shows in his face. "He just wants me where he can control me. But that's not what I'm here about." He has to unbutton some of his buttons to get to an inner pocket in his riding jacket. "It's actually about Far Reach, sort of. Well, only if you want it to be. I was trying to think what I could get you as a gift that you'd want, and I thought-- well, this might be the best thing just because of how things are right now." He pulls from an inner pocket a small satchel, no bigger than a fist, and offers it out to the greenrider. "Either to have fun with or to help pay them off." "I don't think he wants to control you, K'zin." N'ky shakes his head, but then... there's talk of a gift, and... when it's held out, he shakes his head. "I... n-no, no, I c-can't." One hand is held up towards the bronzerider, while he continues shaking his head; if Cailluneth hadn't already been behind him, he likely would've backed up a step, too. As it is, he's pressed closer to her. "N-no. Thank you, but... I can't. Sorry, K'zin, but... I c-can't." Fingers curl gently around the little pouch, and he presses it back towards his clutchmate. "You don't have to give me anything. I-I've got nothing to give you, in return." "Nick," K'zin starts, frowning. "Shit's gone down between him and I. Still is going down." He doesn't get into the issue, but simply outlines that there are things the greenrider doesn't know about his personal relationship with the older bronzerider who might have been considered his mentor at one time. The pressing back of the pouch only deepens the frown. "Look, I know we've not been close the last few-- more months, and this isn't a way to make up for it, but I wanted to give you something that you could really use." He reaches up to shift the goggles on his forehead, offering the pouch back over. "Oh." Clearly, the news about the bronzeriders' relationship is... well, news to N'ky. But he doesn't press the matter. Instead, he turns away for a moment, tucking the package he's been holding gently into Cailluneth's straps, leaving his hands free as he turns back to give K'zin a crooked, soft smile - and another shake of his head. This time, both of his hands come up to curl around the pouch, pressing it gently back to the bronzerider's chest. "Thank you, but... I can't, Waki. But thank you. Really." One hand drops, the other pressing the pouch with gentle insistence against K'zin's chest, before it, too, drops. "But..." N'ky runs his fingers through his hair, curling them in there before he offers his other hand up for a handshake. "Hi. I'm N'ky, green Cailluneth's rider of High Reaches Weyr. I'm kind of dumb at times and I stutter and I can't do maths and I'm not Pern's best anything, but... I miss my best friend, and... would you like to get a drink, sometime?" He bites his lip to hold back a laugh, looking down as he blushes. "I-if you're buying, of course." The look of frustration and lack of comprehension gets replaced with one of quiet amusement, the bronzerider's lips tugging to one side, curling up just slightly. He shifts the pouch and reaches out to clasp N'ky's arm in a customary greeting. "Well met, N'ky, green Cailluneth's rider of High Reaches Weyr. I'm K'zin, rider of Rasavyth. I'm pretty dumb often, I ask questions I shouldn't, I don't know how to deal with anything I feel so I drink too much, punch bronzeriders who try to mentor me in the face when I've been drinking, and at least one person has observed that I'm kind of a slut. But only sometimes. Actually, mostly, it seems like just the first two months I was getting laid. I've recently started on a somewhat lucrative business venture and I'm also prone to throwing satchels with five whole mark-pieces in the mud when stubborn friends won't accept gifts." Which he does now. Satchel into the mud between their feet. "I miss my friend too, even though he's stubborn. And I'd like to get a drink sometime, if you still want to." After all of that. N'ky wrinkles his nose in amusement, trying hard not to laugh... because it's all such serious business. The wince at the marks thrown into the mud is a very genuine end to the laugh though, and his fingers curl more tightly around K'zin's arm to stop himself from reaching down to pick the little bag up. "I've... kinda come to drink for the same reason," he admits quietly, before giving one last, gentle squeeze of his fingers and breaking their contact. "I should be safe from being punched since I'm a greenrider, right?" It's an attempt at humour, coupled with a friendly, if hesitant thump to K'zin's shoulder. "I've got my graduation bottle of whisky in my weyr. Come up some time? Rasavyth won't fit on the ledge, I don't think, but... but I can ask Cailluneth to collect you? I'll, um... cook stew. I've got plenty of... um..." His voice lowers, even though there's no-one to overhear them, "meat. Mutton, beef... Lots of it, a-actually." His gaze flickers to the entrance to the living caverns. "And my mum's stew recipe's better than what they're serving in there right now." The confession has K'zin pursing his lips a little, "That might be something that we should both work on. I'm told it's not such a good way of coping with things." For all that there's humor there, there's also an element of seriousness. "Should be." He confirms for N'ky's safety as a greenrider. "Though I'd advise against trying to push me too hard, insulting me or my dragon. Those seem to be buttons of some variety that equal a punch." This too is a mix of joviality and sobriety. "Stew does sound good, but even if K'del and I are on the outs, I'd like to try to get along with my wingmates. I'm going to be trying to take meals with them, or at least see them around meal times. Maybe once we're not so new to our wings? We could get dinner in the caverns sometime though." "I, um... don't have a wing yet." Which is why N'ky's about to disappear off to Southern again. "Well. Cirrus, but... no grown-up wing." He pouts thoughtfully, about to say something before biting back on it. "Whenever you want, K'zin. Just let me know ahead. I've not really been taking dinner in the caverns lately, but... sure. Sometime. Whenever you want," he repeats, with a soft shrug of his shoulders. Then he bends down, picking up the mud-covered pouch, and holding it out to the bronzerider in the flat of his palm. "You don't want to just leave it there for anyone, do you?" And everyone's got at least two days off! "I'm sure you'll get tapped soon. I'm jealous. You'll get more time of doing what you like before you have to get back to drilling and all that stuff." K'zin looks wistful. "And you don't have to spend one of your precious few days off after graduation on a boat with a guy you kinda hate but have to get along with because he's your wingsecond even though he's a jerk." Ugh. K'del. K'zin delivers that all too brightly, the kind of brightness that is nothing but total mockery of the dismal situation he finds himself in. "Ras'll let Cailluneth know when I'm down there." And presumably not occupied with wingmate bonding. The coins are eyed. "I was leaving them there for whoever happened to pick them up." He takes a pair of steps back from the greenrider, smiles suppressed almost entirely. "That happened to be you. If you don't want to use them for what I want you to use them for, you can leave them on the ground. But you know pretty much anyone who finds out would think you too stubborn for it. Happy graduation, N'ky." It's delivered pointedly, and then goggles are snapped back into place and he's turning to jog back toward his dragon. No backsies! While his mouth may open to protest being stuck with the marks, N'ky perhaps knows better than to try, now that K'zin's trotting off. Either that, or he just can't stand the thought of them just being left there. Half-frowning, half-amused at the bronzerider's craftiness, he tucks the muddy pouch into his pocket, wipes his hand off on his trousers, and turns to Cailluneth, to shimmy up her straps and buckle himself in. She reaches out to Rasavyth, a gentle, non-invasive and fleeting touch of gentle pastel thanks and gratitude. Whether it's coming from her or from N'ky mightn't be clear, and as she leaps skywards her mind's too occupied with concentrating on taking them between to entertain questions. |
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