Logs:Shanlee and N'thei Discuss Amerie
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| RL Date: 28 October, 2007 |
| Who: Shanlee, N'thei |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| Where: Water Caverns, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 1, Month 1, Turn 14 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Amerie/Mentions |
| The baths have just cleared out for the most part. There are a couple of girls near the laundry, looking absolutely frantic as they try to scrub a stain out of the delicacy of a party dress, and two older riders polishing their boots before they stroll out, and there's N'thei. He's still lounging in the big bath with a wash cloth draped over his head and an utter lack of hurry-up-and-dress. Dressed casually, a towel slung over one shoulder and a bag in the other that is being very carefully carried, Shan's form emerges through the haze of steam that fills the area. That ever present weariness that most of the riders wear these days is still present, but something is different. A dissimilar set to the slender shoulders, to the way she carries her head, the smile that filters through as laundry girl skirts around her. Undressing quickly, the heat of the waters soon envelops the Weyrsecond. N'thei's bulk had at first not been given much notice until she pops up from under the water right near him "Your date's gonna be real made if you're late." the assumption made through a faint smirk.
"Solo." N'thei shrugs, easily heard as the splash of shifting water around big shoulders even though the look of it is obscured through steam. Let it be noted that the undressing-and-submerging Shanlee got adequately gawked though he was at least smart enough to keep his mouth shut throughout, nothing to even betray his presence let alone his eyeballing. "But you're one to talk, just getting in the tub. At least I've scrubbed myself already." "Ditto." Shan returns with a grin. Hands scoop up sweetsand and set to the task of getting that mass of hair washed. Any woman knows when she'd been watched, especially this one in particular aware as she is of the marks she carries across her ribcage. Ducking under the water to rinse the suds off and coming back up again with water streaming over her face, the greenrider's mouth carves a sly form to its smile "Women get to be fashionably late. It makes for a grander entrance." Turning her back to begin the process of bathing, her head turns over a bare shoulder to flick a wink N'thei's way "It's our right to do so. So that you men can fully appreciate the time and trouble we got to for you."
N'thei laughs wryly, more a slightly damp exhalation than any properly formulated chuckle; "Because, of course, no man would ever go to such lengths to look so much like a pastry." He inclines his head to indicate the pink fluff of dress being scrubbed all the way across the room, and the poor girl practically weeping over its demise. "Before you lecture me further about the time-and-dedication spent by women, I need to ask a favor. And I think this may be the safest time to do it, since chances are slim that you'll storm out on me." Lips quirk into an unseen line of amusement, a low chuckle spilling out at the froth of pink "Girl's been saved from an embarrassment if you ask me. Someone did her a favor." Done with the cleansing of shapely legs, narrow waist and now working on toned arms, hands still and Shan turns to face N'thei slowly. Arms crossed demurely across what shows of her naked torso "What do you need." all tease and humor replaced by sincerity. N'thei flicks one last look to the devastated girl, a fraction of sympathy in the partial glance, and then his attention rests fully on Shanlee again. To give weight to his own sincerity, his attention stays entirely north of the waterline, no stray eyes here, just very placid gray ones resting on the greenrider's; "There's a girl here, Amerie. She came from Crom, and I think she's getting a little discriminated against because of it. I'd like if we could give her a better job here. Assistant headwoman, namely." Shanlee notes the carefully held line to N'thei's vision, but admirably keeps the smirk of amusement from her features. "Yes, I've met her." a twist of ruefulness touches across her mouth "Gave the poor girl the third degree myself when she revealed her home hold." Fine brows arc upward at the request "This the one that has your heart?" Slipping under the water and moving just off to the bronzerider's right to find a section of underwater ledge to rest on, the Weyrsecond cants a curious look onto him. "I can speak with Hayda if you like? The Headwoman is usually the one who hands out such positions." tone turning businesslike for the next "What are her qualifications and experience?" Quick to shake his head, almost too quick to dismiss the notion, N'thei hastens to answer, "No. I only met the girl a a few weeks ago, and I've been smitten with-- well, been smitten for going on two turns now." Woe is he, with the heavily beset and saddened sigh that he bestows upon Shanlee. But he breaks it with a light laugh, well-aware of the ridiculousness of his predicament. "She's bright, well-mannered. For a teenage girl at any rate, and you know how bad they can be. Good accounting skills, domestically inclined, quite the little headwoman material if you ask me." He lies and lies just as casually as he rinses out his washrag. N'thei's explanation is afforded an 'Ah' moment of silence and nod of understanding. Yet, Shan doesn't relent just yet "Then why the interest in helping her out? There must be a dozen new people every sevenday coming to the weyr. Yet this one in particular attracts your attention." Words on the girl's supposed skills draw a skeptical look from the Weyrsecond "We don't need to be pissing Crom off yet again by taking one of their more skilled people off their hands. Pretty, competent teenage girl or not." Watching her own hand as it washes idle patterns in the heated water, a sly cast settles on the fine features "Although such a thing would give me great pleasure." a clear note of reprisal drifting through in the light tone. "A man can't help a person out just because she needs it? Skepticism is hardly becoming, Shan." N'thei pauses to give the greenrider a disapproving look, then drapes the newly dampened washcloth back over his skull, lets water leak over his closed eyes and off the end of a stubbled chin. "She showed up at just the wrong time, and she needs somebody to stick their neck out, or she's going to wind up some discarded seamstress for the rest of her days. I met her, got along with her well, and offered to at least ask on her behalf. If you'd rather not help--" He shrugs once more, none too fettered, though it's with clear disappointment in Shanlee's lack of compassion. "Apparently it's not one of my worse traits." Shan returns a little too swiftly, and then tempers it with flicker of a hand and touch of annoyance at herself, "Forget it. I've done enough arguing in the past few sevendays to last a lifetime." Now that his head is hidden back under the washcloth, the greenrider straightens up enough to brace her elbows behind her on the rocky edge of the pool, safe in the knowledge his eyes are well shielded. "If anyone understands what it is to need to be taken in, it's me. So don't try that guilt trip on me bronzerider." Silence spills out as the man near her is studied carefully "I'll help her and not because of your attempt at emotional blackmail but because everyone in this life deserves a second chance." N'thei cracks open an eye only long enough to assure himself that Shanlee is indeed in a compromising position, and it would be best all around for good relations if he just keeps his peepers shut. Likely all he saw was a blur of water and eyelashes and red hair anyway. "I'll take it however I can get it, love, whether it's by your good graces or my so-called blackmail. And thank you. I can at least have a clean conscience while I tell her I did my best." There's a silence just short enough to signify a change in topic; "Arguing with whom? You came in here looking like you just got laid, if you'll pardon the expression." Luckily for all concerned Shan doesn't realize that N'thei had tried a sneak preview, as she leans her head back against the pool edge and studies the cavern ceiling. "Give me some credit N'thei. I'm not a total bitch." and here again she finds herself using the same line yet again, but to another, "Shit." this coming quietly enough that he may not hear it. "Don't thank me. I have my own selfish reasons." wryly slipping in, "I believe its called 'redemption'." The bronzerider's last jerks a swift snap of head his way and then a forced relaxing of shoulders "I wish!" muttered and then louder for him to hear "Sometimes argument is needed to remind one of what its all about." there's a strange tightness to the words but nothing spiking or heated about it. Even with his eyes closed, N'thei's expression humorously questions the not-a-total-bitch line. Clearly, at least in good-natured ribbing, he'd beg to differ. "I'll thank your own selfish reasons then. It doesn't matter to me why, unless you care to share, so long as it gets done." Abruptly, keeping those eyes parked closed, he pulls the cloth off his head again and announces. "I have to shave, so make yourself decent, woman. And quit cursing like that. It's arousing." It's a wink-and-a-grin tone. Rolling her head to one side, N'thei's way, Shan regards him quietly "Maybe one day I will. But for now just take my word for it, that I will always endeavor to for another what was done for me." The sudden movement from him, has the greenrider slipping under the water instinctively. Low laughter wells up over his words on cussin "You make it so easy don't you." She has to bite at her lip to prevent testing his teasing words as she moves toward the steps, just the swirling water left in her wake. Drying off and wrapping a towel about her slender form, the redhead calls out in a tease, "You can come out now. I'm decent enough that you won't go blind by looking at me."
N'thei creeps an eye open, testing the water so to speak, and then safely pops open the second one, a quick sweep of a glance tails up Shanlee before he really commits to the eye opening. "I make it easy, yes. You make it--" He stops, because the joke is just too obvious, and he foregoes the steps to just hop out of the water where he was, heaved up over the ledge. For decency's sake and so Shanlee doesn't get mad with desire, he wraps a towel around his hips in turn. "Who were you fussing with anyway? Want me to let them sample a knuckle sandwich?" Opening the bag she'd carried in with her, Shan carefully lays out a river of azure blue that's been formed into a bodice style top and figure hugging, floor length skirt. With great adeptness, and likely many years of practice, the Weyrsecond manages to shimmy her way into the skirt under the towel. Once its in place, with her bared back turned and presented to the bronzerider, the strapless bodice is next to fall into place. Now as fingers pull the ribbons that criss-cross down the front of it tighter, she turns back toward him, feet finding the heeled sandals that she'd dropped to the floor. Unfortunately, she'd missed whatever brief display had been on offer before N'thei had wrapped that towel around his hips, she does however lend his torso an appreciative once over. Her mouth curls around the beginnings of a smile which slips slightly at his question "Someone that didn't deserve what he got." a light frown and tightening of expression. Again, she strives for an attains that smile that had begun "Ummm...much as I appreciate the offer, I think one too many people have already gotten involved."
N'thei, to the once-over, "We're always open for sampling of the goods, love, rather than just window-shopping." He smiles keenly; without the benefit of bedroom eyes, it's nothing more than a tease that lacks allure. "But you look good enough to drink, which is a better compliment that to eat, I promise." Shaving must really have been on the menu, for he manages to turn away from pretty Shanlee to a mirror-and-basin, there to lather and dally and generally be in no hurry to get to the party. "That seems to be the course of things here, everyone getting involved whether they've any business or not. I won't ask who or what, but just know that the offer stands if it comes to that. One good turn, as they say." Something almost predatory enters the green eyes at N'thei's offer on sampling goods, and then is studiously schooled away with a light laugh from Shan "I tend to get myself into more trouble then it turns out I can handle." A small playful curtsey is dropped for the compliment "Such flattery bronzerider." Clothes she'd arrived in pushed into the bag, fingers rake through the mass of still damp hair in an attempt to tame it until it dried completely. Steps carry her over to where N'thei busies himself and the redhead leans up against an outcrop of wall, watching him "Used to always watch Raiveen shave. I miss that." Now she slides her attention off the bronzerider and out over the now quietened laundry pools "No, he's been hurt enough. I -can- tell you that he's a good friend. One of the few I have that for some reason has put up with me." "A man will put up with almost anything if he-- but no. I don't know your friend, and that's a poor conclusion to jump to." N'thei's eyes ask the question who-is-Raiveen, for his mouth is momentarily unusable while he dabs lather on around his lips. He manages the shaving with the dexterity common for men who have to do it often, despite his usual stubbly state, occasionally looking out the side of the glass at Shanlee. "You're not so intolerable when you aren't acting like a skittish foal. Almost pleasant." Again, a low chuckle filters out "That, would be kissing and telling now wouldn't it?" Shan arcs a brow upward in amusement. Catching the unspoken query, she responds simply with "He's my older brother." With arms folding about herself and head leaning to the side against the smooth rock, there's a moment of silence, then a slow intake of breath before the greenrider replies to N'thei's last, "I'm working on that. Habits are easier to form then break, someone once told me." N'thei drags up his eyebrows; "Not so poor a conclusion after all, is it?" For a few moments, he has no chance for expression or comment, dragging the razor across the underside of his chin, scooping away lather and bits of stubble. Then he shakes it clean in the basin of water, a quiet chuckle at Shanlee while he goes through his own habitual motions. "It wasn't a criticism, my love, only an observation. And an implication that you should be a little less self-deprecating. Obviously it's not such a chore to put up with you all the time." He dabs away the leftover lather, smooths his fingers across his cheeks and jaw, and looks satisfied with the effect. Now to dress. Shanlee has to bite hard on her lower lip to suppress the humor that rises up "I neither confirm, nor deny that statement on the grounds that my answer may incriminate me." she rattles off blithely instead. It's the whole ritual of shaving, and some odd sense of security that the redhead seems to derive from observing it taking place. Shoulders shift lightly against the rockface, and she turns to rest against hands that have flattened out behind her "Hhhmm" the sound coming as soft air through her nostrils "There hasn't been any yet that's managed it. But then, I haven't given many a chance either." Perhaps she should allow the man his privacy to dress, but she doesn't and remains exactly where she is. For all that N'thei is an intensely private person in his way, he's absolutely unbashful. Mind, he keeps his back to Shanlee while he changes from towel to trousers, but shy he is not. "I still choose to associate with you, hm? For as many times as you've been one of the most heartless and hateful women I've ever known, we're still able to have a pleasant conversation. In the buff, even." Said while he belts up, socks soon to follow, still ginger with partially purpled toes. "I should really bill you some kind of cover charge for the show though." And neither is Shan one to be shy about openly following the planes and angles of N'thei's form as he dresses "You don't want anything from me." she points out to his first. Something he says, has her blanching a little and murmuring quietly to herself "I didn't used to be." there's a light drift of sorrow but his last words erase whatever that was. "If you do a little dance, I might be inclined to pay for that." an impish grin appears as her hand comes away from the wall so that a finger can draw circles in the air. "That's not true. I want /all kinds/ of things from you." Even pulling on something so dainty as a silver sisal shirt, N'thei imbues the comment with such lasciviousness that he has to pause and look Shanlee over in that pretty dress just to make sure the effect is wholly enjoyed. "Just none that seem wise." The buttons fly closed deftly, and the show draws to a close while he tucks in the shirt, sad sigh for closure. "Alas. Another time. Are we fashionably late yet? I've never figured out just how long that is." This time his words draw a longer look, one that might suggest temptation on Shan's part "I was referring more to the kind of liaison that does require strings be attached." His choice of clothing brings her to cock her head at an angle and make a show of running a critical eye over his attire "You certainly got style. I'll give you that much." Green eyes widen, and for all her previous words on being fashionably late, it seems this was rather a little later then she'd anticipated "This plays on the boundaries of rudeness." A quick few steps, a drag of brush through hair until it snaps and gleams lustrously around her shoulders and the Weyrsecond hefts the bag up under an arm "I'm blaming you for being distracting." Ah yes, always have another at the ready to lay the blame on. N'thei sighs full of tragedy, draws on his vest afterward and does up a button in the front, then thinks twice and undoes it, let's not overdo things here. "And there's the problem, strings attached. Oh well." While Shanlee is set to dash off, he's not there yet, and sits down to do up bootlaces and such, still in no particular hurry. "By all means. Show up and tell people I 'distracted' you. I'd love to see what people make of that." With a boot in one hand, he waves her toward the door; "Get a move on." Shanlee's about to point out that he'd misunderstood her, but in light of the topic thinks better of it and instead follows his tragic show with a moue of disappointment "And we would have been so well paired." a light snort follows that notion. Almost out the caverns, she halts and swings back to N'thei when what he points out registers. Strangely enough, a light blush touches her cheeks "Touche." is managed after a moment. In a swirl of blue, the Weyrsecond is soon gone, the faint click of heels on rock echoing out her path. |
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