Logs:Soft Spot
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| RL Date: 20 July, 2014 |
| Who: S'kel, Lilah |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: It's cold. S'kel harasses Lilah. |
| Where: Inner Caverns, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 21, Month 4, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Cold - it's so cold. Outside the weather is dark and gray, rain drizzling off and on all day long, with a vicious wind that howls as it whips through the bowl. Weyrfolk, holders and crafters alike have sought refuge in the caverns, away from the frigid air outside, huddling in large crowds near the hearths. Anyone lucky enough to find a spare blanket lying around.. well, they're the real winners today. So overall it's crowded, cold, and making people cranky. S'kel doesn't seem to notice or care about the living situation - he's bundled up on some kind of over-large coat with a fur cowl, propping up the wall of one of the inner caverns with his bulk. Nearby there's a pair of kids playing one of those hide-a-ball-under-a-cup games with some Holdbrats, slinging bets left and right. It's enough to draw the dragonrider's green eyes in their direction. It is a very drenched goldrider who makes her way into the cavern through the crowd, red hair plastered down her back and only the riding leathers providing protection for the rest of her. The moment Lilah steps in, its as if something changes in the already cranky crowd; the ripple of talk and rumors turning unsubtly towards the debate over the prospects of Eliyaveith's clutch and the possibility of being pushed to rise too early. At least such rumors and attention seem to bypass kids, and it is the gathering of them that she seeks (to hide behind) for the moment as she wrings water from her hair. A shout rises up from the rabble of kids, a squabble as children are wont to do. It's a great hiding place she's chosen - except, you know, she's put herself in the immediate proximity of the new Fortian rider. Quick like a shot between, S'kel moves to put himself between the goldrider and the betting 'brats; coincidentally, his taller frame is also a good shield from the prying eyes of others. "Weyrwoman Lilah," he says with no small amount of amusement in his voice, saying her name as if he knows her, when they have definitely never been introduced before; his grin is toothy, wolfish even. "You look like you could use a towel." But there is no offer by the bronzerider to get her one, just that amused smile stretching across his tanned face. "Goldrider," Lilah corrects, habit by now considering that Hattie still has not offered her the knot that would confirm her role in Weyr leadership. Her dark eyes lift to S'kel at the familiarness of her name, though, as if half expecting to recognize him. And where she does not, her gaze turns studying, weighted and neutral in the face of grins. She will point out: "I don't think we've met. You are--?" The lazy grin persists, heavy brows lifting to convey some significance. "Goldrider? Is that what you /want/ to be? Me, I would have people calling me something with some weight." S'kel winks and rubs his hands together, blowing on them to encourage heat. His smile disappears - though the good humor still shines in his eyes. "No, not yet. S'kel, bronze Dieudoneth's, came this why by Ista several sevendays back. Now you, I've heard all about you. /Goldrider Lilah./" Lilah's own brows curve upwards at S'kel's response, and she is quick to dismiss it with a simple, "What I want is irrelevant. Until the Weyrwoman feels I have earned my knot, I am merely a goldrider. Requesting that people call me weyrwoman would not help anything." Her fingers wring tighter in her darkened hair, though, with quick, efficient gestures that still somehow manage to keep her hands busy. "Welcome to Fort, bronzerider." If he is hoping that she will ask what people have told him, the goldrider doesn't seem inclined. "That's where people go wrong, if you ask me." She didn't, but S'kel doesn't notice. "Go after what you want before someone else gets it first." He does look disappointed she isn't rising to his game though, his mouth compressing as he searches her face with sharp green eyes. "Thank you, /goldrider/, I've found new.. interests at Fort that I never thought I had." But he's certainly not delving into that, instead moving aside and leaning against the wall near Lilah. "Aren't you enjoying the festivities outside? I think you could find a hat suitable enough." There's that amusement again, ringing out in his last words, even if his focus has fallen back to the circle of kids next to them. That, certainly, Lilah will ask about. Where S'kel doesn't delve, she presses with light interest, "What interests have you found at Fort?" She is hard to read even when someone is searching for something, a mask that is easily in place unless something particularly annoys or amuses her, which doesn't seem to be the case at the moment. Except for, perhaps, the flicker of annoyance in dark eyes for the suggestion of a hat. "I am not particularly interested in new fashions and given the state of our Weyr--. But, I will suffer through." S'kel layers his arms over his chest, leaning his head back against the rock wall behind him. "My interests? Well, since you asked.. Shalin, Wevyra, that girl that works the kitchen, that brew they're mixing in the stores that tastes like rocks, the Holder girls between here and Fort, and the head cook's tarts are pretty good too." Was she expecting that? He doesn't look effected by his own words, lifting his shoulders in the barest gesture. "Hats are overkill? Fort is struggling? Yet, you would have the visiting faction see you look like a drowned feline. I wasn't aware that's how new alliances were made.. looking your worst. I would think twice before tithing to a woman who didn't have a care for her own.." His eyes run down her body, taking in the sights, but they stop short and he sighs, "appearance." There is a sharp, dry edge to Lilah's words as she assesses S'kel's reply with a dismissive, "So, your interests run deep, then. Glad to hear." That annoyance only grows in the hitch of the corners of her lips, briefly, even as her arms cross her chest protectively from S'kel's gaze. "This is hardly the first time the contingent from the Weavercraft or the Holds has seen me, and even they know I can't stop rain. Though, tithing is not an /option/, even if certain Lord Holders believe it is. You should know better." True to character, S'kel looks the happier the more annoyed the goldrider gets. "I tried to be concise, you'll understand." He sighs again, turning his head so he can continue to give her a figurative undressing. "Is it? I wouldn't know. You could pretend to care - a little, but then, maybe you don't." As for the rest, he smirks and focuses his lazy stare on Lilah's face. "Do I? Know better that is. Man of few interests and little ties. I can't know much, of course. But what I do know," he strokes his chin stubble thoughtfully, "is that we are overdue for eggs. Unless you're hiding something back there." Back there is subjective - take it as she will. "Do you /know/ that? Well, then, it doesn't seem as if you know anything at all," Lilah replies flatly, the flick of her dark eyes over S'kel dismissive of the bronzerider as a whole person somehow. And with that, the goldrider turns on one booted heel to move around S'kel and towards that group of children. The bronzerider takes it all in stride, staying exactly where he is as he watches her walking away. "What? Did I hit a soft spot?" But by now the man is chuckling, his voice carrying across the cavern and causing curious eyes to turn his way. "Nice to meet ya, /goldrider Lilah/." Lilah doesn't glance back, but she does stop to snatch up the cup that the Weyrbrats are currently using to gamble with the Holder children, quick words of lecture coming from the goldrider about guests and what is appropriate, etc. She doesn't give it back, or answer S'kel politely, before she strides out of the cavern. |
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