Logs:Scheduling Conflict
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| RL Date: 6 June, 2014 |
| Who: Ilicaeth, Teisyth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Teisyth talks scheduling with Ilicaeth for the hunting/fishing/camping trip Alida proposed during Hraedhyth's flight. |
| Where: Dragonland |
| When: Day 1, Month 13, Turn 34 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Jadzia/Mentions, Oliwer/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated. |
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| It's notable that G'laer, through Teisyth, keeps his word in having the green reach with her coppery tang tinged with pistachio to the gritty blue the afternoon following the flight to talk scheduling for the proposed trip. « Howdy-do, Ilicaeth? » The green's twangy alto greets. « I dun got some bad news fer Alida. » She sounds a little apologetic, but not overly so. (To Ilicaeth from Teisyth) Ilicaeth's somewhere warm and damp, currently, his sands sticking together in various shapes... holds here, crafthalls there, trees and arches and more. Still, a random whirl of grit scours almost playfully over Teisyth's rusty hide, the parched blue's gritty baritone greeting her amiably enough. « Heya, toots. » Pause. « Hoo man... ain't good ta disappoint 'er. » No matter. (To Teisyth from Ilicaeth) « Ain't never good to disappoint nobody, » Teisyth responds, only barely escaping getting completely distracted by the scouring. There's a sense that she's wiggling about now cuz that there feels funny. « It ain't off, he says, only it's got t'wait a bit. He says, » and now there is a colorfully crayon-scribbled cartoon of G'laer talking (so she must be quoting), « Something came up at home. Can't be away just now. Need a couple of sevens to work it out. » Of course, that's G'laer's version. Everyone knows that Teisyth is unfortunately only a few right words away from telling anything that's not really really private. (To Ilicaeth from Teisyth) « Alida's particularly bad ta disappoint... » Ilicaeth rumbles factually, letting some of his 'sandcastles' disintegrate so that their golden sands can form more gritty eddies that scour lightly in various places on Teisyth's hide. If she's itchy, it'll feel delightful. « Mhmm... a coupl'a sevens. » A faint feeling of withdrawal for a moment presages the blue's mellow return of, « She's holdin' 'im to that. » Firm. More conversationally, « Humans're way too complicated, sometimes. Ya get too many duties, 'n then ya have no time fer fun. » (To Teisyth from Ilicaeth) There's distraction then for the green as she's speaking to her lifemate, « He says sometimes life is disappointing. She can suck it up. He has faith. Besides, he says, he's letting her know ahead of time, and it's not like they actually set a-- oh, whoops! He was talkin' to me. » Not for relay. Teisyth's mindtouch is suspiciously occupied with... um... oh, hey! There's a grub in that herb box! But only for a moment. « He says he'll do it, just needs the time to sort things that got complicated. » The green probably thinks she's being helpful, without the aid of the talking G'laer cartoon, « Oliwer doesn't wanna be left alone in the weyr just now. Not after all that craziness yesterday. » Or did it happen tomorrow? Time is hard. But that does seem to fall right in line with Ilicaeth's assertion that humans are complicated. Too much so, for sure. (To Ilicaeth from Teisyth) There's a feeling of finer focus from Ilicaeth in return to G'laer's uncensored words, the blue's sands coloring slightly towards ochre for a few moments before he sweeps them away, back into his sand constructions. Almost casually, « Faith's dangerous. Proof's better. » The blue leans in and down to sniff at those herbs of the green's, looking specifically for mint, even as he continues, « Yep, gotta take care uv business. » Even if the 'business' is one's lover. Snort. Yesterday, today, tomorrow... it doesn't matter if it's not duty, combat, or his own rider. « She'll wait... » is noted of Alida's stance, the male then chuffing mellowly, and adding, « We went back up ta our weyr after they drank. » Alida and G'laer. (To Teisyth from Ilicaeth) To Ilicaeth, Teisyth, in all truth, probably doesn't understand the difference between faith and proof. Or at least doesn't put much stock in the difference herself. She is very different from her rider in that way, but if she tells G'laer, it's likely that he understands even if he doesn't answer the point. « We did too! » Of going back to the weyr. « Only Oli wasn't there. An' then later he finally showed up and didn't want to talk about how G'laer had kissed that girl he done did wrong to at Crom in the bathes, only I made him, » she sounds proud, « And that was gonna be okay, I though, only then Oli told him that he was with-- » She's abruptly cut off, like the engine puttering along just up and died. Yep, the blue's comment was more for G'laer than Teisyth, and that the green conveyed it faithfully seems to perhaps oddly please Ilicaeth. Still, there's more interesting stuff to take in with her admission, and the male nods his sands around a shaggy chuckle at Teisyth's former admonishment of her rider. The abrupt cut off leaves the blue wanting more, but he's restrained from prompting her for more by his own, guard-esque wish to maintain a less forthright manner while 'interrogating' a witness. He'll share this with his rider soon enough, and then she can mull it over, and ping it off of him. Privately. Right now, he's all easy affability with the rusty gal on the other end of the 'line.' « Well then, sounds like ours got a date ta hunt. Alida's got two days off in a row a couple sevens from now, anyway. Make it easier on 'er. » Chuff. « Thanks, Teisyth. » (To Teisyth from Ilicaeth) To Ilicaeth, Teisyth, in all her innocence, probably is telling G'laer that it turns out it's fine because Ilicaeth wasn't paying any attention to all the stuff she Definitely Was Not Supposed To Share. After all, he didn't ask, so, it must be fine! « He says he'll have me let you know when he can go. Or send a note. Sometimes notes are better. But either way, I'm not supposed to talk to you until I forget what happened yesterday. » Or was it tomorrow? It doesn't matter, in a whirl of distraction in the form of that grub in the herb beds, she's busy, and dutifully obeys G'laer, this time, in keeping her silence until yesterday isn't even a memory for her. |
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