Logs:Rubbing 'Knobs
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| RL Date: 18 March, 2013 |
| Who: N'ky, Cailluneth, Mave, K'zin, Rasavyth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Mave runs into N'ky and meets Cailluneth and scratches some 'knobs. K'zin and Rasavyth arrive which prompts a none too friendly departure, leaving Mave to seek out a new set of 'knobs to scratch. |
| Where: Feeding Grounds, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 10, Month 4, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Sabella/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions |
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| Feeding Grounds, High Reaches Weyr Wedged between the lake and the rest of the vast bowl are the dusty feeding grounds. Here, the well-trampled ground is contained by a sturdy wooden fence, cutting right through one end of the lake to section it off into a muddy watering hole for the animals. Several gates allow people in and out, while at the back, large overhangs of rock provide the herd -- a mixed bag of herdbeasts, wing-clipped wherries, and fat porcines -- shelter from storms or the hot sun. What grass survives is usually bloodstained, but feeding troughs are stationed around the edges of the pen. A layer of patch clouds covers the sky. The air feels cool and damp, but there is no rainfall today. The morning is crisp, cool, fresh, full of the promise of spring with just a hint of a reminder that winter is only just slipping away. It's a pleasant day, with clouds skudding overhead and Rukbat's light shining through them, glistening off Cailluneth's freshly-oiled hide where she lies alongside N'ky on top of a rocky lakeside outcropping. The little green is avidly watching the herdbeasts in their pen, eyes whirling with excitement, head following whenever one moves. Her weyrling doesn't seem quite as interested; he's whittling away at a piece of wood, paying little attention to what's keeping his lifemate so fascinated. A few other weyrlings, local Impressees, loiter about enjoying the weather while Mave chatters beside them, crossing the bowl, exchanging soft banters and familiarities. As they near the feeding grounds by chance, one of Mave's glances notices that particular pair on the rock and, shortly excusing herself, she trots on over, slowing as she gets near. Coming up around the side of the rocky perch, she's light-footed until just behind them, crawling up beside the two with a burst and flopping down on Nicky's opposite side with a brisk, "Hey!" That's for N'ky; his lifemate gets a much longer look, a sweetened smile of greeting. "This must be Cailluneth. My respects." Cailluneth saw Mave coming; how could she not? But the herdbeasts move right then, and they're far more interesting to watch than the girl. N'ky, however, didn't know he was being snuck up on, and the whittling teen jumps as he's suddenly joined by a familiar figure. The knife he's whittling with slips, cutting deeply into the wood he's working on. His expression momentarily clouds over, brows furrowed deeply, before he closes his eyes and smiles with typical warmth. "Mave." Cailluneth is still small enough to clamber across his lap to see the new person, sticking out her slender muzzle towards her and inhaling. "Cailluenth says it's l-lovely to meet you, a-at last." The knife and wood are put away, and he leans towards her to bump shoulders. "How've you b-been?" "At last?" Questioned absently, because Mave has a green muzzle within hand's reach. First offering her palm towards the inhaling, she meets the small dragon eye-to-eye, "Nice to meet you, too. Has N'ky told you yet how pretty you are?" Harboring a slight teasing edge, it's still sincere, as she looks over the green, fully appreciating the up-close encounter versus a flash of activity on busy Sands. "I'm-- " When she chooses not to complete that thought, mouth tugging, she hides it within continuing to look over Cailluenth with specific studiousness. Maybe a mumble passes by her lips, mostly she relies on that smile she springs to later keeping things moving along. Spying towards where the wood vanished-- though she didn't quite see, missed the hard cut-- the question, "What's going on out here?" is half-focused, half-general. Lifting her head, a hand idly tracing above the green's headknobs without touching, she turns to eye the herd. "I know you guys don't hunt yet..." "Sh-she knows," N'ky is full of pride, stroking over Cailluneth's neck and shoulders, running his fingers down the side of her 'ridges. That makes the little green happy; she growls, eyes closing blissfully, head butting up against Mave's hand, then dipping low to press her headknobs hard against the girl's fingers. "Rub her just there... she l-likes it, right at the b-base of her headknob. And sh-she knows you, Mave. From, um, here." He taps his temple, shrugging apologetically and looking, well, just a tad sheepish. "She knows everything." Then N'ky laughs, the idea of his tiny dragonet hunting. The sound - perhaps the thought? - makes Cai's happy-growl darken a tone, though only momentarily. "Cai wants to w-watch the herdbeasts. She's dreaming of h-hunting them, already." K'zin and Rasavyth's entrance is casual. The dragon carries himself carefully, each step measured and precise. His postures suggests a certain status, but approachable. K'zin walks beside his lifemate, hands behind his back, one curled into a loose fist, the other wrapped around the opposite wrist. His expression is one of focus. To Mave, it might seem that they've jumped back turns and he looks how he once did when trying to master a particularly difficult Harper lesson. As they draw near the rocky outcropping where the green weyrling pair and their companion sit, K'zin's head abruptly jerks up, and his eyes are searching. He swiftly lands them on Mave and N'ky, and a grin flashes. "Hey!" Head-butting, all the permission Mave needs to put her fingers to green headknobs, not a second's luxurious wait, getting to rubbing as instructed. She massages along Cailluneth's closest knob, then curls her fingers to scratch slightly more deeply at the base. "She knows me..." Half-scolding, but mostly scandalized, "And I know nearly nothing about her. I feel at a disadvantage." Nodding about hunting, she taps Cailluneth lightly where her fingers are working, "It's good to have goals." Her voice grows distant, troubled; her expression deepening-- only for K'zin's voice to yank her out, a welcome distraction that bursts the smile back. She scoots forward, the better to look around N'ky, grasp on Cailluneth loosening. "K'zin! And respects to you, Ras-a-vyth." The name comes out slow, studied: clearly her first time attempting it aloud. Fingers don't raise from where they're stroking Cailluneth, but N'ky nods and winks at K'zin as a hello anyway when the bronze weyrling comes up to them. "Hey," he replies, while Cai rasps a welcome to Rasavyth. "You'll g-get to know her, Mave - um, i-if you'd like to." There's hope there as the sentence ends on a questioning tone, and he strokes his hand higher up his lifemate's neck so that his fingertips can brush against hers. A fleeting touch, before he starts working at the base of the 'ridges nearest to Cai's head - fleeting enough, perhaps, that it might even have been an accident. "Um, Waki'll tell you about Rasavyth too, I b-bet... right, Waki?" Rasavyth's voice is soft, smooth, and warm - like a blanket you want to snuggle into, as he croons a good morning to the green and her companions. His long, sharply featured head is lifted in polite acknowledgement. K'zin glances to the bronze briefly before finding hand holds in the rocky outcropping to pull himself the short distance to the other three. "Sure." The man's baritone responds to N'ky's words, parroting the other's conjecture as a good wing man ought! "No more dresses, Mave?" His tongue clacks in disappointment, "Rasavyth says you looked quite the lovely lady at the hatching feast." His jaw tightens a moment before his grin appears, teasing, as he reaches out to squeeze the woman's shoulder lightly in friendly greeting, following suit with N'ky moments later. "How're you and Cai this morning?" He inquires chipperly. Fleeting touches seem to skim straight by Mave's realizations. Feeling the bump, the hand retreats, perfectly ready to let the actual rider take care of his dragon's scratching needs. Until, noticing that N'ky's gone back down to ridges, she re-applies her fingers for a light, testing scratch at the knob again, smiling crookedly at K'zin: a touch of sarcasm, her eyebrows lowered in a scoff against that cluck. "Didn't you toss me around in that one enough?" Between K'zin to Rasavyth, wryness evens out to pleasantries, her hand dropping off the green to show her palm to the bronze in allowing. "Thank you, Rasavyth. Though I'm sorry you got such a mistaken first impression of me." Should be worked out now, thanks to her slacks, her lazily pulled back hair, and the irreverent way she's flopped on the rock, scrawny legs spread about. "If somebody wants to see a lovely lady again, somebody will have to think of a reason." Aimed as it is as the young dragon, her inflection perhaps shoots the pointed barbs across to a rider. Though it's all light-- in fun-- and easily forgotten on the breeze. She turns to listen for N'ky's response, sweet and content, mouth just before a smile. Without Mave scratching at her headknobs, Cailluneth looks back to the herdbeasts, watching them raptor-like as they move, flicking from one to the other with eyes whirling fast with excitement. Looking from K'zin to Mave as they talk, N'ky leans back on his hands, listening in. "You did look 'stunning," he interjects, followed with, "b-but you're more Mave right now. Um... m-maybe, um, we could t-take you to a gather. When we're graduated? S-so you could dress up again, um, i-if you wanted." Whether 'we' is him and his lifemate, or him and his best friend isn't specified, though he does shoot his buddy a look. "We're as good as you and Ras, Waki." And to prove it, Cailluneth suddenly gets to her feet, claws scrabbling on the stone, to bugle at a blue coming in for the kill over in the pens. Clearly, she approves, and N'ky has to reach for her to stop her from leaping down to go join in. There's a series of rapid blinks from K'zin and he shakes his head as though trying to clear it of whatever rapid-fire thoughts entered his mind. "He says to soothe your fears. He didn't receive a mistaken first impression of you. He applauded the memory of you punching me in the face. He's since educated me on where I went wrong." The former Smith clears his throat, grasping onto another topic: dancing, gathers! "That's a great idea, N'ky. You and Cai should take Mave to the next gather after we can go between and all. I bet by then you'll have toss dances down, too, if Mave fancies another. By the by, N'ky, Mave owes you my winnings on your Impression bet. It's your now very belated turnday present. You can use it to pretty yourselves up for the gather, or something." His grin is teasing again, but this time turned on both, instead of just Mave. He takes a moment to settle himself on the rock, eyes following the near-escapee green, looking like a laugh is being held in. "Great," murmurs Mave to the revelation, "More reveling in how well I handle myself." Clearly, she believes the answer is: not well. But besides a gnawing at her cheek, it's routinely dismissed; Rasavyth getting an acknowledging jerk of her chin. "Mmmm," she hums over gathers, pleased and intermittently hesitant. Though there's nothing held back when she reaches over to nudge K'zin on the shoulder with two fingers, "He said we. You're not getting out of this, buddy. If I'm gonna hurl on somebody for tossing me too hard, it's gonna be you." Having been reminded, then, she repurposes fingers to dig around at her belt, where a few mark purses are hanging by small chords. "Right! What I actually came over here for. Well, this is yours, N'ky," undoing one nimbly, she yanks it off her, then fishes into another, very carefully counting out the right pay. "And I suppose that makes this one yours, too." And she's not too busy doing so to miss raising her head to partially stick out her tongue at K'zin for his prettying comment. And that quick turnaround of events leaves N'ky... with a handful of pouched marks, and a lap full of dragon as Cailluneth reclaims her spot, twining her tail possessively around his waist as she settles back into watching the activity in the pens. "Oh. Um... th-thanks, Mave." The pouch is tucked away into his pocket, and he, too, stares over at the herdbeasts for a moment, sitting with an awkward sort of rigidity - as if he's trying too hard to be nonchalant. "I c-can't do toss dances, so, um, y-you're welcome to th-throw up on K'zin." He clears his throat, and is given an encouraging bump in the chest by his little lifemate. "S-Sabs and I are going to Ista when we g-graduate, anyway. S-so I'll p-probably miss, um, a g-gather or whatever. I-I'll be travelling. With her." "So kind of you, N'ky. I'll be sure to wear my new boots." These two comments are directed to the green weyrling and then the thrower-upper in turn. "And where's mine? I figure with twelve marks on me, and me Impressing, that ought to at least double my life savings." K'zin looks pleased, "Which is good, since Ras says I need new clothes and nothing from the stores will do." There's a roll of his eyes for this, and the bronze simply watches, rustling his over-sized wings, from the ground nearby. "You and Sabs?" The bronze weyrling's brown brow lifts in surprise, "On an Ista graduation trip? What am I doing for graduation then?" "Right here, right here..." after handing over N'ky, Mave wrestles off the bag she partially emptied, coiling it in her hand then, waiting very deliberately for K'zin to look her way, underhandedly tossing it to him. Gently. "Oh, so who's getting pretty now?" A little smirk dances at the corner of her mouth before she turns to regard N'ky, leaning her head down as her feet stretch out along the slope of the rock in front of her. Knees come up for her to lay her elbows over as she nods. Don't mind her as she, of the worn, nearly elbow-less, jacket refrains from commenting on clothes from stores beyond a raise of her eyebrows. "Mmm, Ista and its beaches. Proper choice." Then swivels her head to look at K'zin, "Yeah, what are you? You'd better come up with something now. Tsk, K'zin. Already behind." Since Cailluenth has recovered the nearby lap, Mave's fingers trail unconsciously back to the green hide, scratching diligently at the one indicated spot of before. That is a melting spot for Cailluneth, and she obediently drapes her neck over the gap between N'ky and Mave to rest her head in the girl's lap. "Me and Sabs," he repeats, nodding his head hard enough for his curls to bounce. "B-by the way, s-stores were always good enough for Waki." There's a bit of a barb there, that the bronze weyrling will likely understand, that goes beyond Nicky's own wardrobe of mostly second-(or third-, fourth- and so on)hand things. This time when he walks his hand up Cai's neck, N'ky's a little more blatant in his attempt to touch Mave's hand; he stretches out with his fingers to her. K'zin catches the tossed bag easily, and draws it into his lap, grinning. "Well, it's alright to change some things. I don't mind dressing nicely. I just-- never knew how before, never thought about it much. Ras does, though." Know how and thinks about it much! He glances down to the bronze before giving N'ky an reassuring smile. "I bet between me, Ras, and my-sister-the-weaver we could get you fitted up very handsomely for the next gather. Or for your trip to Ista." And the way K'zin says it, it makes it sound dirty. Or at least questionable. He rolls his eyes at Mave. "Well, I'm sure I'll sort something out. Maybe I'll celebrate with a pretty girl of my own." He raises a brow at Mave, though the intent of the gesture is ambiguous. Mave bites in a giggle, her knees shifting to accommodate the weight of Cailluneth's head, fingers practically keeping to task; scratch, scratch, scratch. "Well, good for Rasavyth, then," she comments lightly, gaze switching between the two, "I forgot to say that you both looked nice at the party, too. Y'know," her hand lifts off the green to flick at N'ky's curls. Its purpose blurs whether she slipped out of N'ky's fingertip-touch knowingly or not, "For being sweaty, anxious, little new-riders." Pouting her lower lip up, she imitates an auntie fussing at her little, precious baby boys. All dropped, her hand finding her thigh below Cailluneth's jaw, at further discussion of trips. "Ya ain't gonna find one just standing around here," she scolds in a lively manner to K'zin, back in her voice. "Though, if it's graduation, you'll be able to take Azaylia out, huh?" Blankly curious; she's familiar but not intimate with the weyrling lifestyle. "Which means," a scolding finger passes between them, "Isn't it kind of earlier to be thinking about pretty girls, fellas?" "I'm f-fine as I am, K'zin." It's a little snappier than N'ky would normally be, and he glowers briefly at his friend. Cailluneth looks up, eyes whirling as she opens them slowly, tailing lashing out behind her, close enough to the bronze weyrling for its tip to brush against him. "Like Mave said, y-you have Azaylia. Take h-her out. Or does--" He stops, biting down on his tongue with his jaw set stubbornly, looking firmly down at Cai's pudgy back so as to avoid looking at a certain other weyrling dragon. "I think it must be," he replies to Mave, shrugging his shoulders. "Cailluneth is hungry." See her red-whirling eyes? "I'm going to feed her." He slides down from the rock, just to the side of where Rasavyth is, then reaches up to pick his lifemate up as she slides partway down to meet him. With her held tight to him and the green's head snaking over N'ky's shoulder, the weyrling walks off... without even a goodbye. "Sweaty?" K'zin bemoans her assessment. "I bathed and dressed nice and everything." His tone is that of one much put-upon by the effort. "Although, I suppose I was pretty sweaty by the time we partnered together for the dance." That's what happens when you dance-dance-dance and party like there's no tomorrow! Then N'ky is making his brusque departure which leaves K'zin speechless for a moment, then a heavy, defeated sigh escapes him, shoulders sagging. Twitching on the ground distracts him quickly. The weyrling is up and sliding the short distance to the ground grabbing at his belt where there's a fist-sized jar secured. He pulls the cork and reaches in before dabbing some oil around the claws joinings of the rather daintily offered forelimb. As he dabs, he looks up to Mave, "Azaylia's excuse for why she shouldn't kiss me as a candidate was that she's in charge of me. I think it's the same as a weyrling. But, and I tried to ask her about this, isn't it always going to be the same? Even once I'm a rider? She'll still be my boss' boss." Then he flashes an amused grin, "Rasavyth was making dirty jokes in my head from day one. Apparently nothing shocks him." Beat. "In point of fact, I think he's more eager for me to experience more of those kinds of things than even I am. Apparently, second hand accounts are not as interesting." He doesn't offer comment on the awkwardness of N'ky's departure, but he does look troubled as he oils away on those claws. Retracting her hand quickly from a red-eyed dragon leaves Mave half-frozen in watching N'ky take off, a glance she questions K'zin with abandoned in lieu of letting the air be. She stretches forward, now that she's a lap, grabbing onto her toes and watching his process. "Unless you guys catch her, I guess." Simple, non-judgmental fact hummed out while she thinks deeper. "But, it'll be graduation day then, so you'll be about as high as you can get for then. No reason not to try and see, if you want it." Sullenness seems to too easily arrest her features, betraying her constant slight distraction by troubling matters whirling in that little round head. "No, I don't imagine they are." Replied quite matter-of-factly as to second-hand accounts. "Certainly not in other things, so why should this be any different." Tilting her head, observing the oiling suits her well enough for a bit, but then she lets go of her toes, rolling her hands up to her knees. "Does he need any scratching or anything?" Not to imply that his rider can't handle it; she seems antsy, if anything. "His headknobs could do with a bit of oil and gentle scratching, if you're up for it. He tends to get itchier there and here," K'zin nods towards the joining of claw to arm, "More than anywhere else." Rather than stop his oiling, he simply juts his hip to the side in an offer that she can take some oil from the jar hanging on his belt. To the matter of catching Azaylia, he shakes his head. "No, Cadejoth has to catch Hraedhyth when she flies." His response is firm, though a slight tilt of young Rasavyth's head might indicate some differing thoughts on the part of the dragon. "Azylia said weyrlings can do stuff long before graduation day, I'm wondering if she'll make me wait for that date even so. The-- ah, facts of life, shall we say? They don't much matter to Ras." He frowns a bit, "I'm-- I'm kind of surprised that N'ky didn't make graduation plans with you." He chews his lower lip a bit. "I thought-- you guys were-- getting well, cozy? Before Hatching, anyway." Scrambling down the rocky seat to align closer to dragon and weyrling, Mave grabs up her hair, reaffixing the runner's tail and then looping her hair under so the tip is caught by the tie, keeping even strays from falling into her face. With a jerk of hair, it's all tightened then she respectfully offers her hand out to Rasavyth, palm first, to ascertain that he's also keen on this plan and shan't be swiping. Teeth nudge her lip at the mention of Cadejoth but she keeps quiet, just shuffling in her spot and nodding along with his information. "If you could convince her you're gonna be really mature about it?" It's an offer, given lightly, to be fair to how she just rolled it off her tongue rather than gave thought, or perhaps, that she gives little merit to her opinions. "We know that weyrwomen haven't just solely dated Weyrleaders before." Leaning aside, she rocks into his hip, dipping in front of him to scoop a few fingers at the offered oil. "N'ky and I are friends," she's saying while against him, "Like you and I are friends." She straightens, rubbing those fingers into her opposite palm. "Anyway, I bet you can easily help with the mature bit, Rasavyth," she declares to the bronze, lowering her hands along his headknob, using her palm to spread the oil first before getting to more focused scratching. Amusement niggles on the edge of K'zin's awareness. « Just what is it that she think I am? A canine? » An appropriate image is plucked from his memory. « Did she do the same to you when you met? Perhaps you ought to tell her that a hand so obviously willing could be put to better uses with that oil. » No image accompanies this suggestion, though there is the brief flash of a leer from a bronzerider who was drunk enough to take Lady Smith for an actual lady (or at least, a desirable target for his evening's affection), but it's removed quickly. A fluttery sigh that sounds a lot like pages being flipped rapidly forewarns the bronze's conclusion: « Really, K'zin. You did have such a dull life before I came along. » (Rasavyth to K'zin) Rasavyth's long head tilts and the speed of the whirl of his blue-green gaze quickens. He chuffs softly, a sound that imitates laughter. K'zin grins, perhaps a little widely for his next words, "He says you needn't worry. If he'd not have permitted it, I'd have warned you." That's not at all what Ras said. But it's a lot more polite. "He also might've said something about wondering if you thought him a canine." Beat, "He's smarter than I am, so treating him that way would be good. Or at least as smart." At that last the chuffing draconic laughter begins again. Ras then tilts his head towards Mave in invitation. "Well, I already convinced her to kiss me when she wasn't supposed to, so I'm definitely planning on trying to convince her to go on a date with me. Or I'll make it a non-date-date." He grins at this idea. K'zin hms softly, "No, Mave. You and I are friends. You and N'ky are friends with potential." Rasavyth allows a a few sets of his lids to close as his needs are attended to. "To think otherwise when he's allowed to date will just get you both in the middle of a mess." This advice is offered quietly, and with sincerity. "You don't have to explore the potential, you just have to be aware of it, or everyone's feelings will get hurt." Apparently, he has a vested interest in the feelings of everyone in this situation. "Just because you gave permission doesn't mean I shouldn't acknowledge him as an individual. And not..." Mave's voice drags slightly as she thinks poorly on how that must've seemed, "a canine. Sorry, that was leftover from Cailluneth wanting to smell me. At least, that's what she looked like she was doing." Nevertheless, her hands don't slow, keeping to work diligently despite the slow draw of her talking. Nods of approval are met with a sudden halt when he gets to defining her relationships for her, leading to a half-scowl and a brusque glance aside. "Are you the record-keeper in charge of my relationships now, K'zin?" Asked calmly, in that too-calm manner girls are terribly keen at. But she soon relents, shrugging her shoulders to cool the air lingering from his sincerity and her eye-rolling. "I'm quite aware, anyway. He told me. I responded." Note: he's getting absolutely no more details than that, except that, "We're friends," somewhat leads to assumptions. "I'd like to think that everyone has potential. It's poor manners to just write someone off," now, there's a tease to her voice; it's that loftiness, as she works on Rasavyth with an ease of growing near dragons. "Hasn't Rasavyth taught you to stay alert to possibilities yet?" "And you thought the best way to acknowledge him as an individual was to hold out your hand like you would to a beast you'd not met before instead of saying 'Hello, you mind?'" K'zin casts his voice into his falsetto register to mimic what Mave might sound like addressing his lifemate. The bronze weyrling grins, "Cailluneth probably did want to smell you. She's a lot more--" He looks down to Ras, brows knitting, "--cuddly than Ras." Notice how the 4 foot tall bronze statue of a slender dragon hasn't been skittering all over the place? "I'm not your record keeper." K'zin chuckles, "But I know, as you know, that N'ky feels something for you, and I just don't want you trodding on his heart by accident. You don't have to deal with it, just be-- sensitive to it." Mave. Sensitive. Ha! The man seems to appreciate this thought and grins stupidly for a moment before his mood shifts mercurially. A sigh heralds the change and again his face looks troubled, "We don't have potential. We're written off for each other unless you and N'ky turn out to-- well, not. Or unless he and I stop being--" This is too hard to acknowledge aloud, so he quickly grasps at her question, answering: "He has. I just don't like some of the possibilities he's most helpful in pointing out." Like the possible end of his friendship with N'ky. « How droll. » Rasavyth interjects in his quietly bemused tenor. « How curious it is that this fish neither desires to be on the line nor to be cut loose. You might think well of keeping her a while yet. She's a firm hand and good-- » Bones' face leers into K'zin's mind. « --rhythm. » (Rasavyth to K'zin) "Did I not just explain to you why I made that mistake?" Cool again. Eyes track K'zin carefully, and, this time, her hands pause so she can really look at him before Rasavyth receives a last, brisk dab. When her eyes move off, the embarrassment shows under the neutrality. Mave's legs curl absently, one tucking under, but the other plants more firmly on the ground level nearby. Hands brush against one another, trying to banish some of the oily feel left behind. "Thank you, though. For explaining to me how I do or should feel about things." Mostly, she's snarky as in a joke, because a level of sensitivity remained when he spoke regarding caution with people's heart, but it's clear he's put her on edge-- and not just of the physical perch. "I'd go on about how you're basically boxing me in like I only have the one option of N'ky, but I already promised myself I'm not going to think about options for a while." Stretching her arms above her head precedes standing, letting her voice and face drift more thoughtfully. "Well... that's why they're just possibilities. So you have choices." K'zin laughs softly. It's not a mean laugh. It's a laugh that means he's taking each thing she says with good humor. "Relax, Mave. I wasn't trying to tell you how you feel. I was just asking you not to hurt N'ky." Now it comes in the plainest words. Perhaps there will be less confusion this time. Rasavyth's eyes unlid as K'zin moves from doing forelimb claws to back, getting down on his knees to reach them. The bronze, unhelpfully, remains upright with his head canted towards Mave. "I didn't even say you had to think on possibilities. I was just explaining that we are friends, like you asked for." Beat. "Ras says you need to work on your stamina." He smirks. "How'd all the betting turn out anyway? Have to break any knee-caps to collect yet?" His tone is joking, but there is, perhaps, a small amount of real concern. As he talks, a blush starts to rise to his cheeks. « Dear me. Is that all the lass has got? » Rasavyth's voice is dramatically dismayed when Mave's hand moves away after so brief a time rubbing his knobs. « Surely, she doesn't think that was satisfying? You'd think a slip of a girl like her would have more stamina. » One of Mave's eye rolls is pulled out of memory to illustrate his feelings. « Maybe she shouldn't make the list of those practice women I was talking about. She'd hardly give you a work out at all, I suspect. » Beat. « Blushing, my dear, K'zin. Work on that, won't you? » (Rasavyth to K'zin) "I know you were, but you have such a way of saying it." Mave's wandered a few steps, arms crossing, but not gruffly. She sways between her left and right foot. "And I was kind of hoping that, now that you're a weyrling, we'd stop having these conversation for a sevenday or two." Tone turns up blithely at the end before she shrugs it down. "Anyway," she goes on, pleasantly, "You don't have to explain that we're friends, cause I said we were friends first. And maybe Rasavyth needs to work on keeping a girl's interest, instead." His smirk is graciously returned. Somewhat ruined, though, by her round, not at all snarky, cheeks and chin. "Betting went fine, really. No huge ups, no huge downs. And, turns out, it's throats that's the thing to go for." Raising her eyebrows-- the more you know-- at K'zin, she backs up another step and nods to them both individually. "Later, yeah?" K'zin's eyes fall to Rasavyth while she speaks. "We can stop having these conversations forever now that we've had one about N'ky. It's no longer any of my business, so you shan't hear another word about it from me." His words sound sincere enough, though those who know him well could likely guess that may not be an agreement he can honor, in time. "Glad to hear it. So I've been told." He adds to the comments about betting and throats. "See you, whenever." He calls back nonchalantly, apparently supremely unconcerned with when their next run in will be. Maybe he's going back to ignoring her now that she doesn't want to punch or kiss him? Rasavyth twitches and slides sinuously down to a position on all fours, wriggling his tail. "Right, let's." The weyrling responds to his mate, and corking the oil jar, they head off themselves. « First she'd have to qualify as a girl for me to want to keep her interest, instead of a convenient pair of hands to fulfill my needs. Wouldn't you say, K'zin? » Bones' face leers again, before « K'zin, you really must have some more interesting conversations. I'm running out of looks and I'm only 9 days old. » (Rasavyth to K'zin) |
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Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 19 Mar 2013 07:50:49 GMT.
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K'zin's entrance pose: ._. Holycrap he's training him. That's terrifyingly awesome.
AW HAW. I'm going to be so sad when Cailluneth gets too big for N'ky to carry. <3333
...I feel violated for Mave. STOP IT. PERV DRAGON. (Don't it's hilarious.) BUT SERIOUSLY CUT IT OUT. I love how the lingering thoughts of other scenes, other conversations still follow Mave. >_> K'zin better be careful she doesn't punch him... again.
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