Logs:Shorter Fuse
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| RL Date: 24 March, 2014 |
| Who: Alida, Azaylia |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: While working out, blue and goldrider talk. There's an obvious explanation to Alida's bad mood. |
| Where: Workout Room, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 28, Month 4, Turn 34 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Barnabas/Mentions, G'laer/Mentions, Jo/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions |
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| Workout Room, High Reaches Weyr This larger sub-cavern - located not far from a tunnel accessing the outside - has an arching ceiling and smooth-hewn walls to better facilitate both safer workouts and better circulation for the Weyr's residents, if the outside weather is inclement. Various implements are stationed in ordered symmetry about the cavern, including free weights, punching bags, and many others. Along the glow-lit walls are pegs for holding clothing, and large mats hang from sturdier braces, allowing for softer falls, while large covered bins and lockers hold smaller necessities, such as boxing gloves, jump ropes, and more.
Azaylia obviously favors cardio, although her shoulders and arms bulge with defined muscle from her short session with the weights. The Weyrwoman seems to be in high spirits, rhythmic skipping kept up long enough for a sheen of sweat to cling to her rich complexion. Long hair kept in dual buns, she's wearing ancient scraps of clothing to work out in, old and stained but regularly laundered. The trance she's settled in is broken by Alida's words, soft features tightening as she aims a stare at the bluerider, "Why." Sounding so much like one of Hraedhyth's not-questions. It's a lightning-fast and vicious jab for what might be the groin of the bag, this time, Alida dancing rapidly out of the way of the swaying human simulacrum. Her long braid sways and snaps about her as the bluerider feints and roundhouses, more dancing on her fleet feet presaging a puffing 'answer' to that Hrae-like non-inquiry. "Ya won't spar with me, ya' won't even show me yer moves... so how can I assure m'self 'n others that yer quite ready ta' take full care uv yerself, if push came ta shove?" Ah, it's that old complaint from months ago, after the Fortian weyrwomen had been kidnapped. Azaylia might have thought she got under Alida's radar...until now. It takes a few moments for Azaylia's face to relax, even after Alida's quick explanation. Her wrists continue their subtle roll, rope making a satisfying snap each time it strikes the ground beneath her rapidly pumping legs. Having enough of that, the Weyrwoman settles into a slow jump, feet together to hop in place. Winded but not quite done, "I have Hraedhyth. I have Bones. I have Don. I have the Weyr." Spoken with a knowledge that the first three would kill for her-- if a firelizard could ever manage to do so. "I don't need to know how to be a bully to take care of myself." One of Alida's lightly-shod feet suddenly lashes out, landing a brutal, sideways kick to the 'bag, which obliges by lurching back and then forth, trying to club her. Out of the way she dodges, landing a kidney-punch on it, then cutting in just after the Senoir's words of the primal queen and Bones, "They can't be with ya all the time, Zay..." Truth. Any other words the blonde was likely to mouth later die aborning when the other female speaks of bullying, Alida stopping in her tracks and eyeballing the other woman for a long moment. Good thing the punching bag isn't in her path. After a burble from the lilac-eyed firelizard beyond them, the bluie finds herself not-so-casually querying the other rider, "Is that how ya think uv me... 'n people like Tai, Jo? Bullies?" Azaylia doesn't bother to argue with Alida's obvious, and often made, point. She's happy to continue with her own conditioning as silence settles between them, not yet realizing Alida has stopped. Her head lifts at the bluerider's question, brows drawn into a faint pinch, "Kind of." Honesty is brutal only in what she says, her actual tone as gentle as always. "I don't understand what's so fun about beating up another person." Her shoulders give an upward bump, enough of one to finally interrupt her jumping, rope hissing to a stop against the toes of her boots. "I don't mean self defense." She clarifies, but of the riders Alida lists, they have one thing in common: excessive aggression or intimidation. At least she knows where she stands with Azaylia, though something in Alida's green eyes gives a small wince when the goldie gives her the mostly unvarnished truth. Instead of either blowing past it or growling and stalking out, however, the blonde *this* time merely continues to stare at the other woman...her features likewise vaguely pinches between brows, and flat everywhere else. One hand lifts for some reason, and flicks a negating gesture at the now-crooning Pyrite, whose wings have fluttered open, the little gold staying her leap and quirking multi-colored eyes at her mistress. To her workout partner, the bluie murmurs only a hint tightly, "It ain't 'fun.'" Not necessarily. "Most often, it's just the job. We wind up doin' most uv the shit others don't wanna 'r don't have the guts t' do." A moment's pause has her quietly inquiring, "You think that way uv' G'laer?" as she starts stripping off her boxing gloves. The rope is gathered up in Azaylia's hands as she makes her way over to a drying cloth, wiping her face as Alida speaks. By the time she's done, there's a small smile on her lips, "So, you think I'm gutless." Hardly an accusation, more of a point being made as she aims her warm gaze at the bluerider. "I don't think you, or Jo, or especially Taikrin are bad people. I never said that. We're just different." G'laer's name startles the Weyrwoman with such an unexpected mention, and it takes her a moment to remember, "Teisyth's?" Another brush of cloth to brow, "We've chatted once or twice. I don't really think any way about him." Her own form is almost as sweaty as Azaylia's, but Alida pays it no mind for the moment, the taciturn blonde only walking her gloves over to their bin, tying them together in a slipknot, then tossing them in. For the goldrider's first words, there's only a small shake of head, though it's soon folowed by a dull, "More the first, really." Zay doesn't want to get her hands 'dirty.' A small sigh is puffed out to meet the other woman's words of their difference, green eyes drifting over the contents of the open bin in mechanical fashion... not really seeing them. After another set of moments, the now slightly-guarded bluie pivots about to more-or-less face Zay again, and walks over to procure herself her own towel, which is then unabashedly swiped over face, then between breasts, at back of neck, then finally under her armpits. Blech. "Guess I shouldn' be surprised... G'laer's not particularly outgoing." Unlike Jo or Taikrin. Shrug. There's a sudden bit of fussing over something by Pyrite, whose tail lashes a pair of times before she takes to the air and tries to rather stubbornly land upon Alida's shoulder. After some minor irritation between the two, it ends up in the more bipedal of the females snapping in oddly peevish vexation at the little gold, "Will you buzz off?! I don't want any more heat near me, right now..." This is followed by the queen's harsh scraaw at her mistress before she darts out towards the tunnel...and Alida's sudden - if small - hint of pink at her cheeks before she swipes the towel over her face again. Nope, didn't see anything. In the silence, Azaylia cools down by keeping herself moving, ignoring the steadily growing urge to sit down. When she finally decides to comment on the greenrider, "He doesn't seem to be, no." Alida is left to her own devices, the goldrider busying herself in finding some water to recover some of her lost fluids. It'll take some time, with her careful sips. Only when the firelizard and bluerider have their little spat does Azaylia turn concerned eyes on the pair, legs slowing to a stop. She follows the flit's progress with her eyes, gaze snapping back to Alida, "That seemed awfully mean." of the rider. Alida, too, is moving around, the woman slowly pacing after her flit leaves the cavern so she too can cool down. Her motions lack some of their typical fluid, almost prowling ease, though, and when Azaylia confronts her, the muscles in her jaw and in forearms, biceps bunch and flex...irritate green eyes flicked to the other woman. Rather uncharacteristically, the bluie spits out, "You haven't had ta' be around her, lately. She's fucking *glued* ta me most uv the time...messing up my hair, laying on my head when I'm sleeping, hiding stuff in my weyr..!" Where others might have biting sarcasm, Azaylia's tone is of feather-light mirth, "Oh no," Her lips thin in their attempt to fight off a smile, "A creature who loves you and is trying to show it. Sounds awful." In the face of Alida's aggravation, the goldrider offers patience that is born of familiarity. Even if the bluerider is even more testy than usual. An easy suggestion, "She might be proddy." There's a little glare for Azaylia's humor, and Alida continues in irritated fashion, "No; she's beyond affectionate. She's weird...clingy one moment, the next forgetting me fer hours on end. She usually just wants ta hang around my general vicinity, but..." Eyeroll. Blink-blink. Oh... ohhhhh. "Oh... shit." The bluerider groans softly, raises hand to her forehead, and rubs at it soundly. "Maybe that explains it..." is whooshed out low, the blonde finally lifting her head and assuming a look of concentration. It takes more than the usual few seconds for Pyrite to pop from Between back into the cavern, but - with some harsh scolding of her human - the little queen does finally return, and assumes a perch upon the top of 'lida's head, her claws dug into the thick hair there to hold her steady. Revenge! Indeed, there is a subtle luminescence about her drowsy sunflower-shaded hide. Azaylia gives a few knowing nods at Alida's description, sounding more like a list of symptoms the more she speaks. The firelizard returns, and with a quick glance the Weyrwoman catches sight of that faint glow before continuing to gather up her things. "See? That explains it." As if it was the simplest thing in the world. Given that they're riders, it almost is. "I'm probably going to go to the Snowasis for a drink, after my bath." An invitation as well as the beginning of a farewell. "Why didn'cha tell me, ya little twit?" Alida mutters with a mix of leftover irritation, chagrin, and dawning understanding to her pet, green eyes rolled upward in vain towards the firelizard on her noggin'. A proprietary cheep - smug and satisfied sounding, somehow - is all that answers the woman, and all the coaxing the bluie tries on her nuisance is in vain, for Pyrite maintains her successful perch, lightly nipping at her owner's fingers to stave them off. No blood is drawn, thank Faranth. "If this is only the ghost uv' what you feel with Hrae..." is murmured around a sigh. "I feel for ya." More quietly, almost in surly fashion comes her alto, "Pardons..." For being crochety. "Bath is mandatory...and I think I'll need two drinks, after *this*..." Finding out about the gold's state. "I think I'm gonna hole myself up in my weyr whenever I can until after she goes up." "When Hraedhyth's proddy, I don't get angry." Azaylia points out, smile widening as she looks back on those hazy days. The bluerider's apology is quite literally waved away by a fluttering hand, "It's fine. You wouldn't be Alida without your rough edges." When towel, 'skin of water and cloak are accounted for, the goldrider moves to leave while aiming a smile over her shoulder, "Two drinks, then." After she's turned around, there's a sing-song lilt to that whispery soprano, "That's no fun." But it's certainly something the bluerider would do, and so Azaylia leaves well enough alone. That is, until they meet up for drinks later. |
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