Logs:Spy Game
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| RL Date: 11 June, 2015 |
| Who: Eadgyd, Kaelige |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Eadgyd follows Kaelige to the hot springs late at night. Veiled threats ensue. |
| Where: Hot Springs, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 19, Month 13, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Like it's trying to prove a point about winter bitterness, the weather is horrible today. Starting before daybreak, the wind piles up the clouds, which unleash a fury of driving snow and ice. The day is long and dark, and the night is hardly better as wind and snow combine in a blinding blizzard. |
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>---< Hot Springs, Fort Weyr >-----------------------------------------------<
The Hot Springs are contained within a high domed cavern, the walls
perpetually glistening with a combination of condensation and mica. Steam
drifts through the cavern from the surface of four different-sized pools.
The largest takes up most of the cavern, big enough to hold three
full-grown dragons and is easily reached through the archway from the
Bowl. Three smaller pools, more suited for human use, are clustered near
the entrance leading toward the Inner Cavern. A set of shelves and benches
line the wall nearest the Inner Cavern, fully stocked with pots of
soapsand and towels for those without the foresight -- or means -- to
bring their own.
While the dragon pool is a natural creation, the human pools are the
result of Ancient ingenuity and have been constructed with hewn steps and
seating. The water in all of the pools is warm to hot, and are a perfect
place to bathe young weyrling dragons or for residents to relax after a
long day of work. It's late, around an hour or so after most candidates have already crawled into bed, many already snoring beneath a few extra blankets. Kaelige sits on the edge of his bed, apparently lost in thought as he stares at the ground between his somewhat soft-soled boots. At some point, the boy beneath the hood rises and simply.. walks out of the candidate barracks. There's nothing strange, really, about his exit beyond the hour itself. He doesn't look around, he doesn't seem particularly rushed. It's more as if he intends to get a drink from the living cavern than do anything else. But, those that have been in the barracks for at least a few sevenday have probably figured out he almost never comes back until just before dawn. Down the almost-empty tunnels he goes, drawing no attention to himself via greeting or otherwise to the few riders or others who happen to be awake so late as he passes by. Even the least observant of the candidates have probably noticed /something/ odd about Kaelige - even if it's just that hood of his - and Eadgyd is far from being among the least observant. The sharp-eyed girl noticed his late-night habits after only a handful of days, but until tonight she hasn't done more than observe his odd departures. This time when he leaves, she waits a few breaths before trailing after him. Clad in socked feet (less noise) and sleepwear that includes ratty, loose pants and a long tunic. She spots his figure for a moment heading down a tunnel as she steps out of the barracks, but by the time she catches up to that ghost of a shadow, he's gone. Lost almost a quickly as the trail began. Unable to admit defeat so easily, Eadgyd begins wandering through Fort's tunnels, awkwardly poking her head into various rooms in search of that familiar hood. It's in this conspicuous manner that she finally makes her way to the hot springs. Easy to lose, yes, even harder to find. Kaelige has a terrible habit of being ghostly quiet, and whether it be experience or paranoia or both, he always assumes someone's following and makes difficult and obscure his trail. But no matter the odd rooms he passes through or the zigzagging he takes from point A to point B, his end point tonight is a bath. The teen pauses just inside the doorway to the hot springs, the warmth irresistable after the southern-raised candidate had spent so long in the snow. For Faranth's sake, stopping trouble does him no good. He still earned more chores, and in the snow of all things. Confirmed that nobody else is here at this particular hour for the moment, he steps farther inside, his hands together pulling his greys up over his head. His back and arms are unexpectedly toned, like someone who trains constantly, though the musculature is marred by criss-crossing of scars. Black ink is found there too across his back, a tattoo likely riddled in meaning. No part of him appears to be unaffected by the scrapes, bruises, scars, notable since he also loses the pants and steps into the water. A chittering comes from across the baths suddenly, though its maker goes unseen. The hot springs are meant to be something of a cursory examination, as there's no chance she'll run into Kaelige there. Whatever nefarious things the other candidate is up to in the middle of the night, it's certainly not bathing. But luckily Eadgyd isn't one to leave any stone unturned, and so when her steps lead her to the entryway of the hot springs, she ignores that doubting voice in the back of her mind and steps inside. The warm, humid air hits her immediately as she leaves the tunnel, almost causing her to turn back before she's three steps in. But her pale green eyes spot dark hair before she can beat her retreat. Her brows draw together as she stares hard at the back of that head, having thankfully missed the rest of the show. She bends over to quietly tug her socks off her feet before she pads closer to get a better look at the man in the water. So vulnerable he feels without his greys and the other items he'd taken off and tucked away within their folds, Kaelige sinks into the steamy water. Blue-green eyes close, his head rests back on the warmed stone behind him. Even if he didn't know someone was entering the hot springs, that chittering becomes suddenly a very obnoxious and sharp creel. Fluttering from above may draw attention to the one causing the racket- a scrawny brown firelizard, eyes whirled orange in alert. A sloshing sound of water, one of Kael's hands raise as if in a dismissive gesture and the noise is stopped immediately like the turning of a switch. And though the boy's head never turns to look at her, his creepy voice without hesitation calmly notes, "Hey Eadgyd." It takes only a few feet of distance closed between them for Eadgyd to confirm that the form relaxing in the water is her fellow candidate, even from such an awkward angle. From there, it would be mere creeping, but the loud creeling of the firelizard puts a halt to any attempts at stealth. She shoots an accusing look at the noisy creature, a look which falls back to Kaelige when the brown finally silences. With a resigned step she makes her way to stand only a short distance from the other teen, her brows only arching slightly when he calls her out by name. "Kaelige. Bit late for a bath." As he sits up a little bit he keeps his head down and remains quite still. There's pause and a sigh, though quiet enough to be missed if she keeps her distance. "Not too late for you to join me." Kaelige, always quick to the inappropriate, adds in a quiet tone, though it has an indefinable edge that his usual suggestive comments do not if she's observant enough to catch it. And he's still yet to look at her. In fact, he seems unwilling to turn towards her. The firelizard gives up his alarm, circling above and landing further down towards the draconic side of the springs, almost out of sight. Although Eadgyd misses the sigh, still just a few too many steps away, the words aren't miss. She rolls her eyes with as much vehemence as she can manage without injuring herself, the action tinged with a hint of the latent anger that still lingers a few days after their troubled encounter. "Not too late implies there's still a chance," she answers dryly, "And there was never one to begin with." There's something in his tone that has her tilting her head curiously, but she can't quite put her finger on it. Though she does step closer there's something of a hesitance to the action, as though she's no more eager to see more of him than he is to show it. "Were you feeling particularly dirty?" "Are you?" Kaelige responds to her question, though by the way he's asking it, he's not talking about dirt. And although he would quite enjoy for her to answer that, or at least keep picking at her buttons, he adds, "You should go back to the barracks." It's no threat, but the seriousness in his voice is rather darkly tainted, and the jokster in him appears to be taking a break. The answer to his question is a dark smirk which he can't see, hidden behind his back as it is. She steps forward with one foot and then pauses, weight halfway balanced on the balls of that forward foot. It slides back into place beside the other and her steps redirect themselves, leading her toward the nearest pool to his. "So should you," she comments, her head turned as though to glance over her shoulder even though her eyes don't follow the gesture. She shimmies out of her pants without revealing anything other than well-toned legs, leaving the fabric in a pile on the edge of the pool. She's quick to step in and hide even that from view, settling herself on the edge with legs dangling into the water. Kaelige lets his blue-green glance slide over to her, the expression eerily neutral, suspiciously controlled. Obviously not a modest guy, the reservation he displays is fairly remarkable. Until without much warning, that glimpse of a different Kael is gone, replaced by the rising edge of his lips in a smirk and the return of mischievious glimmer to those eyes of his. "You're right." As if that's news to him. He stands, then, with no effort to hide any frontal part of himself and climbs out of the pools with only a pause of step to collect his greys and a few heavy items stored within them. A towel collected is wrapped over his shoulders instead of his waist. Clearly, modesty was not the problem here, but then that begs the question of what was? The teen doesn't even look at Ead as greys are pulled over still-damp toned and marked figure. "You stay up too late, you'll feel it in the morning." An impassionate warning, as if a concerned adult of some degree. What Kaelige may be lacking in modesty, Eadgyd makes up for in spades. Even mostly dressed with her legs obscured by the pool's water, she appears uncomfortable. Her form is slightly hunched, with arms wrapped loosely arond her midsection as though to protect it. Any chance her gaze might stray in his direction is abruptly cut out when she hears the sound of a body leaving the water. She carefully keeps her back to him, gaze fixed on the rippling liquid in front of her. Even when the sound of rustling fabric indicates that he's likely clothed, she still only turns her head enough to look in his general direction from the corner of her eye. "You're not the only one who's accustomed to late nights," she tells him in a cold tone. "And you're not the only one watching." Kaelige was counting on her discomfort and with stray glances confirming her back remains to him, he pulls on the remainder of his clothing with the sound of a couple of buckles being set in place, a clink of muffled metal somewhere on his person. He's very quick, and it's only a minute later that there's no more sounds of rustling lending to the confirmation he's no longer naked. "Usually the only one bathing during them though, save a couple drunkards here and there." He replies lazily, as if it's no big deal. He runs his fingers through his wet- but not cleaned- hair. Fingers touch his hood, but he foregoes it for sake of not soaking it through. "Careful." He adds, pausing in the doorway as if having no intention of wasting the nighttime hours, "Don't look too hard." He doesn't seem to care if she does or doesn't understand his dark warning, because in a breath more, he's gone again. Drunkards, and young women who can't stand the idea of being seen even half-clothed. "Shows what you know," is Eadgyd's smug retort, far more confident in voice than in body. As the sounds of shifting clothing cease, she finally dares to turn her head all the way, looking him over with a critical eye. One brow arches in a flicker of surprise as he voices his warning. If he's not quite quick enough, he'll hear the throaty laugh that follows it. "Maybe you should be looking harder," she murmurs to the ghost of his back. Rather than follow him into the night, she slips from the edge of the pool and into the water, vanishing beneath the surface. |
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