Logs:Starting Over?
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| RL Date: 21 December, 2014 |
| Who: Lycinea, Z'riah |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: After her walk with Farideh and run in with the boys, Lya finds Z'riah to clarify just exactly "what gives." |
| Where: Bathing Pools, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 7, Month 8, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: X'vae/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated. Altchatter. Adult themes. |
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| "What's the deal?" Lya wants to know, having settled on the in-water bench beside Z'riah in the bathes later that night. "'You're that girl'?" She mimics with raised brows and attitude plentiful enough to plainly show both her puzzlement and disapproval. "I thought we were going to be friends, asshole." She says the last word in a way that might be called affectionate, or at least not negative. Z'riah opens his eyes abruptly to get an eyeful of disapproving Lycinea, just a hint of surprise in his expression. He probably didn't expect to see her again quite so soon. "That does sound like something I'd say." When he's under his dragon's influence. "At least that's what I'm told. It's Lya, right?" Before she can get too pissy, or whatever she might get, about him not being sure, he explains, "My memory gets kind of sketchy when she's proddy. It's not personal. I'm sure you're awesome. You must be, if you put up with me."' "No, I'm just the right kind of person to put up with you." Lya answers, apparently not having any intention to get pissy. "Lya." She confirms for him before drawing her knees up so her toes rest on the edge of the ledge and she wraps her arms around them, the water keeping her modest. "So are we supposed to start over or something since you don't remember me?" Apparently not entirely forgotten, but not wholly remembered either. "The important bits is that we're friends, I can call you an asshole when you are one, and you're going to try not to make me cry because we both hate crying." "Faranth," he murmurs to himself more than her, closing his eyes for a moment to let whatever feelings surface of kicking Proddy Z'riah in the nuts pass so he can continue. "We don't have to start over entirely. That all sounds pretty reasonable, I think. And you might decide you don't want to be my friend, after all. But that's okay." There's a pause before he can't keep himself from asking for his own sanity, "How old are you? We didn't... did we?" "Ew, no." Lya wrinkles her nose at the very thought and then shifts so she has a free hand to flick his shoulder. "I don't do that." It's a moment later that she volunteers, "I'm seventeen," and if only he knew what she tells other people it might be a clue that she might actually genuinely think (at this point) that she wants to be friends. "I don't have many friends. So. Until you're totally awful, it's probably fine." They can be friends. "Unless you don't want to be friends now?" "Seventeen," he repeats thoughtfully. At least it's that that he focuses on and not the fact that she doesn't do that. "I don't have a lot of friends, either. But I like having them. So, the more the merrier, right?" Z'riah offers her a quirk of a grin and a friendly, rather than suggestive, sort of wink. "I can be pretty awful, though, so fair warning." "And I will tell you when you are. And also say ew." These things are easy to promise. Lya rocks idly, resettling the arm that had moved to flick him. "What do you remember about me? About what I said when we were up there?" In his weyr. "Yes, ma'am," says Z'riah before he has to legitimately think about what he remembers from that day. "We talked about... friends." He knows there's more to it than that, but it must be hard for him to put it into anymore words than that. "Shit, I whined about Xev, didn't I..." He knows he mentioned him, but not quite to what extent. So best to play it safe. "Don't, like, tell him any of that shit, okay?" Look! Their first friend secret. "I don't even know him. Why would I tell him anything? Besides, you're not going to tell anyone anything you sort of kind of remember." Right? Secrets 2 through 12 or so. Lya moves a hand so she can scratch her arm. "It would suit me fine if whatever we talk about when it's just you and I stayed just between you and I." Some friends are more understanding than others. Z'riah could surely think of reasons why Lya might tell X'vae things he doesn't want him knowing. But he's not going to go giving her any ideas about it. "Sounds like a deal to me," says the greenrider, lifting a hand out of the water to hold out to the younger girl. They'll have to shake on it, evidently. Lya eyes the hand with suspicion. The reason becomes clear when she says, "You weren't doing something with that hand before I got here, were you?" She might not want to shake of that's the case. He looks at his hand, then at her, arching a brow. But not because he doesn't understand her concern. "You know that every man that has ever existed has done that, right? I wasn't just now, though, no." Z'riah continues holding it out for her, but notes, "It's not like it wouldn't be clean even if I was." They're in water, after all. "Duh," as if she does know. But since it wasn't right now, Lya shifts to shake his hand, even if he has given her that disgusting mental image. "Gross." She tells him anyway. "You also owe me a ride somewhere I want to go sometime. That was the original deal, before we were friends." Being friends doesn't apparently get him out of it. Her disgust only makes Z'riah all the more amused. But it's the ride that he comments on rather than continuing to figure out how far he can push the gross factor. "I haven't had many friends without their own dragons. But if we're good friends, I'd probably be okay taking you anywhere whenever you want. So long as I'm not busy. So a ride doesn't seem like asking for much." "What do I have to do to be a good friend?" Lya inquires once again skeptical. "Do you remember that I puke on dragons?" Because, you know, that might change things. "I don't think there's a specific thing you do to be good friends." In other words, Z'riah probably has no idea. "I think I do remember that. Yizi hates getting puked on, but it's not like I've never done it, either. Everything washes." "Well if there's a specific thing that I don't do or do and shouldn't, let me know, and I'll see about doing it, or not," because that's not confusing. Lya seems to mean it at least. "I'll try not to puke on her." Then she's moving toward the soapsand. Evidently, everything includes Lya herself. "She says she's a good flyer, so you shouldn't have any reason to be sick. But she won't hold it against you if you are." This makes Z'riah smile a little more fondly for a moment, then he's starting to shift to rise up onto his feet. "You ought to look away unless you want an eyeful," he warns her before actually moving to get out of the pool. "I'll see you around, Lya." Then he's off to get dressed and continue his day. |
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