Logs:Something More
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| RL Date: 9 January, 2013 |
| Who: Azaylia, Barnabas |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Bones and Azaylia find out the Greenhouse isn't as empty as one might expect, late at night. They bond a lil' bit. |
| Where: Greenhouse, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 1, Month 10, Turn 30 (Interval 10) |
| Greenhouse, High Reaches Weyr A rustic and unadorned vestibule leads in from hewn spiral steps to a refitted ledge, enclosed by limestone pillars. Sturdy wooden framework captures elongated glass panes, tilted to absorb the most light during the day. The wash of heat from within, lush and humid, persists even into the dead of winter; the air is heady with the scent of fresh-turned soil and various flora. Long, deep troughs of soil line the inner stone wall, planted with an assortment of broad, leafy tropicals - practical and decorative alike. Fruit and vegetable baskets hang from rafters, optimizing space, tempting in reach with a perpetually ripening harvest. A series of stone shelving is devoted to flourishing, aromatic herbs and new green shoots; even the softest touch releases a burst of savory scent from tender leaves. Amidst the greenery, a handful of wooden benches have been scattered, making this a temptingly warm and secluded spot to sit. Shuttered vents serve to regulate humidity and heat given off from a small hot spring recessed into an alcove at the back; a secondary pool with cooler waters siphons off to provide a constant, fresh supply for irrigation. A small potting station nearby is cluttered with watering cans and gardening tools of various uses, with a wooden bin for composting materials tucked underneath. Heavy raindrops do their best to invade one of the few warm sanctuaries High Reaches Weyr has to offer. Instead, autumn's attempts drum soothingly against the glass panes, droning on steadily enough to be pleasant. Rukbat has set long enough ago for the evening to be considered late, when folk should be huddling in their homes. Past the soil lines, past the hanging bounties of fruit and all the fragrant plants, Azaylia is tucked into the far corner of the greenhouse. Perched on the floor and wrapped in a blanket, she uses a bench to support her upper back rather than sit on the wood seat itself. She's nigh undetectable. Or, would be if not for the song escaping parted lips in breathless hums, notes falling in a predictable high-to-low pattern. Calloused hands find their way to the outstretched petal of a white and pink flower, giving it a gentle pinch between thumb and forefinger to sample it's waxy texture. The hand's owner gives a soft hum of appreciation, and pulls forth a short steel blade from his boot to neatly slice the green stem below. It was one flower of many, the plant could spare it. Bringing the flower to his nose, a short inhale is taken, and Bones' harsh sounding whisper voices it's opinion. "Nice!" A quick glance is given over one of his broad shoulders, and with a playful but still quiet chuckle, the tangled mess of his dark hair is given a white and pink accessory, nestled right in like a pretty pink bird in a brown nest of twigs. "Now I'm a fancy lady, ready for the ball!" He's alone in the greenhouse, or so he thinks, but as he heads further in towards the secret little hot spring that gave such pleasant warmth to the plants around him, his ears pick up the soft singing of his housemate. "Zee?" He asks the quiet question to himself, determined to seek out the source of the sounds. The humming continues, what with Bones being as quietly self absorbed as Azaylia herself seems to be. The words are lost, silently mouthed while her throat carries the tune. There's a mixture of hides and papers spread out in front of her, looking like the sort she always seems to be tending to. Goldrider stuff. It's all uncomfortably out of reach, circling what has captured all of the young woman's attention. A well sized book opened somewhere in the middle on the ground, a hand leaving her blanket to turn the page just as Bones nears. Her head jerks up as she senses movement, fingers grasping for a report and tugging over and across what she's reading. "Bones." Squeak. "I thought you were back at the weyr." You know, somewhere not here. "I KNEW THAT WAS YOU!" He doesn't mean to shout, and his own shoulders hitch up in reflex to the volume of his own voice. "Sorry, that was loud." Even his second attempt at his normal speaking voice is just a touch more boisterous than proper for the greenhouse, it's tranquility no match for the excited ex-con. He closes the distance and plops himself heavily down onto the floor in a cross-legged position, thankfully not disturbing any of her work in the process. "Whatcha doin'?" Azaylia scrunches her face up at his raspy exclamation, her entire body giving a flinch. "Y-yes?" It's not fear that has that quiet voice stuttering, but she's clearly been caught off guard. "It's fine." Pulling the small blanket tighter around herself, the edges creep up to shield the book. Brown eyes follow him down to the ground, "I... you have a flower in your hair." Quiet tone falls somewhat flat in surprise at that fact until she remembers his question. "Nothing." A whole lot of nothing. "I mean, not nothing. Working." Hands reach out to tug those weyrwoman papers in closer, a little more believable that way. "I didn't think... I thought I was by myself." Bones gives a blink or two in realization that his messy locks are still adorned with a freshly pruned flower, a big toothy smile quickly follows up the very brief look of embarrassment. "Yeah, I don't think it's me. Maybe it needs a better head a'hair eh? Here, lemme just..." he pauses, finding it better to show rather than tell. Putting one his palms flat to the floor in front of him in betwixt her paperwork, he leans in and plucks the flower from his own hair, and then carefully start slipping it in right behind one of Azaylia's ears. "There we go, that's a much better place for- yoink!" He interrupts himself abruptly, darting the newly freed hand to snatch up the book she's so intent on hiding. "Not doin' nothin ey?!" He quickly springs up to his feet with his new prize in hand, dangling it in taunting fashion above the sitting weyrwoman. "What's this then, hmm? Well if it's nothin', maybe I should just pop it open and start readin! I'm suuuuure it's nothin!" With no time to protest, Azaylia stays absolutely still as the man's calloused fingers tuck the flower behind her ear. "Thank you, but..!" A squeak, the alarm sounded as he steals the book out from under her. "Bones..!" The blanket slides off her shoulders when the weyrwoman stands, already relying on her tiptoes in order to try and reach. It's not overly rare that she meets a man taller than she, but so many inches is frustrating. She gives up fairly quickly, embarrassment openly mixing with misery on her face. "I was going to get right back to work." She mumbles, eyes falling to her boots. "I just stopped to read a little." Fingers wringing worriedly in front of her, "Can I please have my book back?" The playful smile on Bones' face slowly fades as he witnesses the result of his actions, with it the little wiggle of his stolen property coming to a halt. "Sorry, Zee." He goes the extra step in returning her book, making up for keeping it out of her grasp by personally slipping it right back into her wringing hands. "I was just messin' 'round, tryin' to have fun with ya." Hands go into his pockets after they're both free, and he tries to make amends in the most short-sighted fashion possible. Compliments. "Flower really does look good in your hair though. Y'got pretty hair to being with so I guess that ain't no surprise eh?" Azaylia seems startled to have the book suddenly in her field of vision. Her hand smooths over the leather cover, fingers brushing over the pressed letters of the title. It's a compilation of Harper tales, by the looks of it, perhaps a little more advanced than the ones told to children at bedtime. "Oh... I know you were." She brings the book up to her chest and hugs it there, peeking up at the man. "I shouldn't have gotten so upset." Is her own form of apology, even if she didn't really do anything. His compliment has her reaching up to touch at her curls, left free from her dual buns for once and reaching a good few inches past her shoulders. "Thank you. Uhm. I..." The attempt at conversation is quickly abandoned, instead standing there awkwardly until she can offer a bland observation. "It's late." It sure is. The silence lingers for a few seconds, Bones cocking his head to the side with an obvious arched eyebrow and slightly parted lips. His attempt to read her face is obvious. "Yeeaaah?" His tone has an inherent 'so what?' attached, as if the time had no bearing on one's habits. For him, it doesn't. He reaches out and puts a hand on her shoulder, the other still tucked away in his pocket. "Hey, this might be outta nowhere but uhh, you know y'can turn to me right?" The smile slowly returns from hiding. "Like if y'got a problem, or somethin'?" In the quiet, there's the steady drum of rain and not much else until the large man gives that drawl. By then, Azaylia's looking off to the side and a little low once more, whimper sounding suspiciously like 'I dunno'. He'll be able to feel her give a little jump at the weight of his hand on her shoulder, "Turn to..?" It may even surprise him with how quickly she seems to relax underneath his palm. "Oh. I don't have a problem, though." She seems to believe it, offering a grateful though small smile. "I know I shouldn't waste my time with silly stories. I just felt guilty that you caught me." It feels good to admit the truth. Bones rather suddenly pulls that hand from her shoulder, slapping it instead to his forehead as he gives an open-mouthed smile. "Embarrassed!" A round of surprisingly soft laughter leaves him as she pinpoints it. "I could tell somethin' was buggin' you, but for the'life of me I couldn't figure it out! C'mon Zee, y'aint gotta be embarrassed about likin' a story or two." He slips his hand back in his pocket. "And guilty? Y'think I'm gonna give you a hard time about takin' a break from work? Me? Ha!" His laughter first has her lips thinning, and then the lower one swells in a subtle pout. But then, Bones laughs at everything. "I'm not. It's not about the stories." Azaylia tries to explain, stopping once it seems as though the ex-con actually does understand how she feels. "No, not you, but... You could have been anyone. I don't want people thinking all I do is hide in the greenhouse and read." The leather in her arms creaks as she holds it tighter against herself, a worried glance aimed behind him to make sure that they actually are alone. With a long sigh she deflates, slowly lowering back onto the ground with knees tucking beneath her. Bones follows her back down to the ground, taking a knee in front of her and re-securing one of his palms on her shoulder. "Hey, y'got weight on your shoulders now, I get it. But the last person you ever gotta worry bout judgin' you is me, eh? Cmon, s'Bones yer talkin' to here." From the raise of his eyebrows, he thinks it's clear his last statement speaks volumes. "Now..." a pause as he fully sits down, crossing his legs underneath him and resting his elbows on the tops of his thighs. He leans forward. "... how about we just go back to the way it was before I came in here and interrupted you, hmm?" A brief glance down to the leathbound volume is given. "Read me a story. One'a yer favorites." This time, Azaylia isn't surprised when Bones follows her down. She doesn't look to be terribly bothered by it, either. "Okay." She gives a faint nod, smile lingering on her face until it makes way for a look of surprise. Quiet, she lets the book drop back into her lap, hands bringing it the rest of the way to the ground. "There is one about a Lord Holder's daughter..." Her excitement is put on hold so that she can ask, "It's a love story. That's alright, isn't it?" Despite the fact that her hands are already turning the pages in order to find it. With Azaylia finding merit in his suggestion, the big man slowly leans back to support his weight on his elbows. "Lord Holder's daughter eh?" He's calm and quiet again, but his interest isn't entirely feigned for the sake of polite conversation. Her question lingers in the air unanswered for a time, Bones taking a moment to look up at the glass ceiling of the greenhouse and observe the heavy droplets of water cascading down its roof. His smile broadens. "Yeah, I think a love story sounds perfect right about now." With that, he leans back the rest of the way, hands behind his head as he lays flat to the floor, tucking in for a long night of stories. "Uh hum." Azaylia answers promptly, "She runs away to try and join a Weyr but gets lost on the way. There's this Journeyman Harper and..." Her voice falters, choosing to wait for his answer rather than give it all away in summary. With a soft giggle, "Oh, good." Finally finding the right page, she wraps the blanket around her shoulders once more before beginning. "Lady Marielle longed for something more. Something beyond the stone walls of her father's Hold..." Soft, steady voice would regale Bones with a tale of the rebellious blooded girl and the roguish Harper lad. By the time she finishes, the rain has stopped long enough for both to make it back home, and to sleep. |
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