Logs:Sex, Weyrlings and Respect
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| RL Date: 21 June, 2015 |
| Who: H'vier, K'zin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Wingleader and AWLM chat about things important to them both. (Is anyone surprised by these topics? No? Shocker~) |
| Where: Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 20, Month 1, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Fayla/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, Yesia/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated. |
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>---< Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr(#555RJ) >----------------------------------<
The Snowasis is rarely quiet, and even then, the high-ceilinged former
weyr is kept from echoing by the fantastical booths tucked into its
convoluted perimeter. The secluded seating spaces have been shaped from
the truncated stalagmites that escaped the smoothing of the main floor,
and are both softened and separated by colorful hangings that are thick
and opaque enough to make each corner its own private nook.
Some of the smaller stalactites still roam the ceiling, their jagged teeth
tracing a bumpy, inverted spine to the hearth. There, a thick rug with a
low klah table and comfortable armchairs and couches sit, their upholstery
and cushions changed sporadically to match the season: bright, light
colors in the summer, fresh greens and yellows in the spring, warm
autumnals in fall, and clear, rich hues for winter. Small tables litter
the rest of the cavern, enough to fit up to four people each, while stools
stand along the smooth wooden bar behind which is the passthrough window
to the kitchen. Glass-paneled cabinetry behind the bar provides a clear
view of the available liquors, the many colors reflecting the soft light
of glows tucked into strategic niches around the cavern. It's a busy night in the bar, but not so packed as to have trouble finding service or seats. K'zin's arrival has pinkened cheeks from the poor weather without which only serves to buoy his amicable look. He's quick to fetch a drink, a hot klah laced with something more like to warm the belly than just the heat alone, and brown eyes scan the faces in a way that makes it seem that he's in search of company rather than someone in specific. While H'vier hasn't been hanging out in Snowasis as much over the last few months, he's still not an unfamiliar sight in the bar. He's been a quieter presence even when he's with his wing, but he's alone tonight, sitting at a booth with a pitcher of ale and a half-drank mug. It's the papers in front of him, wing reports, that have his attention more than the alcohol. Perhaps it says something that K'zin chooses the older bronzerider's booth to settle in, across from him, not disturbing his papers as he settles his drink. "H'vier," he greets with just the slightest curl to the edge of his lips. "No flight tonight," he assures the other man, "and no button pushing," is a promise that may or may not be kept. "How are you?" H'vier looks up when K'zin settles in across from him, but his expression stays neutral and he looks back down at the reports without telling the younger bronzerider to get lost. He rumbles an acknowledgement of the assurances before offering unhelpfully, "I'm fine. Yourself?" That's practically friendly coming from H'vier. "Not bad," the younger man answers before bringing his mug to his lips. "Having a shell of a time talking to the weyrlings about sex." K'zin's brow furrows, "Why haven't you been around offering to help the women try things out?" He wants to know as if this were naturally H'vier's job. That's H'vier. Practically friendly. Without looking back up from his reports, he notes, "I find it hard to believe that you ever have trouble talking about sex. What makes you think I haven't had my way with all of them already?" He finally glances up at K'zin again, reaching for his mug. "Well, the one who came onto me said she was a virgin," sort of. K'zin frowns as though it's H'vier's fault he had to go through any of that horrible experience. "And it's hard to talk about sex when I'm supposed to only be having it selectively, and certainly not with my students." It's a hard life being a teacher. There's some interest in H'vier's consideration at the mention of virginity, but maybe not as much as one might expect. "You've had sex. I don't think you need to have it with a lot of people to have some idea of how it works. I'm still surprised they let you talk to the weyrlings at all, honestly." Let alone about sex. "Did you come here for advice, K'zin? Or are you trying to encourage me to fuck the weyrlings?" Or is he just here to be K'zin? "I have had sex, and a lot of it with a lot of people," K'zin returns in case H'vier needs to know his qualifications. "But nothing prepares you for talking to teenagers about sex when you are no longer one and not in the game." The younger man rolls his eyes. "No, maybe, and possibly just saying hello. Not that we're friends," though he draws that statement out as if he needs to contemplate it a moment. "Better you than me, anyway, though I doubt Quinlys would sanction my saying so under any conditions." There's a sort of wry smile for that. "You're probably too busy with all your very studious wingleader duties to be of any real help," he verbally strokes the button after promising not to; K'zin is incorrigible. "They're just people," says H'vier dismissively. "Just people with less experience, overblown emotions and poor judgment. You should get along with them just fine." Both of them should, really, but H'vier is sort of insulting (or maybe teasing) K'zin, so including himself would probably take away from that. "I am busy. And the only reason you'd want my help is to have the Weyrlingmaster after my throat." H'vier is possibly paranoid. "No, thanks. She's difficult enough to deal with when I don't have to deal with her." Hilarious. K'zin laughs, really. He even grins at H'vier. "I don't want Quinlys at your throat. She's already got a boot on mine often enough," though the way he says that he probably means it figuratively since he doesn't seem to mind much. "Have you given thought to which weyrlings you might want to recruit to Iceberg?" The older bronzerider snorts his own amusement, a subdued sound, before he takes another drink and then returns his attention to the reports in front of him. It's less focused now, but after a moment, H'vier starts gathering them to put them away, saying as he does so, "Not much. I got a bronze out of Reisoth's first clutch. Kind of a pain to acclimate weyrlings." But still he asks, "Anyone I should want?" "Maybe, but better to get fresh blood than have to deal with someone another wing has broken in, I think." K'zin contemplates the question over a few sips of his drink. "There are more with Silver Threads this time than I think I saw in the last class," though it sounds like that's from memory. "Depends on what you're looking for. What kind of people do you want in Iceberg?" "Depends on the person," H'vier says of fresh blood versus old meat. "I don't care about silver threads. I want people who can take orders, who know their place. People who aren't going to let Fayla convince them I have no right to my knot. People who want more out of life but aren't so ambitious that they want what I want." The wingleader smiles at K'zin. K'zin listens and manages to keep a neutral sort of expression. "A man who knows what he wants," is wry and definitely aimed at another button, if obliquely. "They're a strong-minded bunch. Maybe you're best off skipping this lot after all," he's probably kidding. "I'd imagine each one of them would test your nerves and make you earn their respect." This much he's probably serious about. "A wingrider's respect shouldn't have to be earned. What are you teaching these brats if they can't even take basic orders?" H'vier seems kind of serious now, too, but the question itself is probably rhetorical. "They can take basic orders. Just maybe not from you." K'zin answers with lifted brows. "You do realize though it's been a time since you've actively been horrible about your opinions of women, you still have a reputation?" It's idly that he adds, "I wonder if there's some ratio for un-earning a reputation. Like two turns good behavior for every one turn you spent with less than-." "My reputation is irrelevant. If they're incapable of respecting their superiors, whether they like them or not, I'm not interested in having them in my wing." Never mind that H'vier would die long before he could cancel out his reputation by K'zin's standards even if he wanted to. "As you said. I know what I want." "If you say so," K'zin replies in an amicable tone that might, from K'zin, be another touch of a button, or another attempt anyway. The younger man finishes his drink in a swallow before sliding out of the booth. "See you 'round, Wingleader," is offered with too cheeky a smile to be wholly professional, but at least he does then move off. |
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