Logs:Statement of Affairs
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| RL Date: 1 July, 2013 |
| Who: Alida, D'kan |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Weyrling wingseconds meet for a drink and end up discussing something closer to home, which gets awkward in a hurry. |
| Where: Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 17, Month 2, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Steady, today's snowfall sticks, creating dunes on the bowl floor. |
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D'kan might have only just flown in given his appearance and attire, both looking a little windblown. He is, however, right on time. After a brief glance, Alida's bright blonde hair is easy to pick out, so the brownrider soon shows up at the booth, shedding winter riding gear with hopefully as little snow dislodging as possible. "Hope you're sharing that," he teases lightly, chin pointing toward the pitcher as he grins. After spying him enter, Alida watches the brownie approach, giving him a pleasant nod along his way towards her. When D'kan spouts that, his fellow wingsecond smirks, notes amicably, "You kiddin'? The way this stuff's brewed, only take me 4 glasses ta' get decently schnockered." The brew she's imbibing does smell potent, yet pleasant: just enough hoppiness to give it the proper tang, yet deep and smooth. The pitcher is big enough for about 3 drinks apiece...so apparently the bluie's going to get herself nice and buzzed tonight, divvying it in half. "Enjoyin' winter, now that we're north again?" Dry humor and asperity are mixed in the blonde's easy alto. "Is 'schnockered' the goal tonight?" D'kan asks lightly, grinning more as he finishes hanging his stuff out of the way and slides into the booth. He grabs his own glass and gives it a mild whiff before arching a brow at his fellow weyrling, then lifts it in a toast. "To winter, among other things that fail to kill us and only make us stronger." Followed by an appropriate quaffing of the drink. "Shells, no. Just pleasantly buzzed," Alida notes from around a deep sip of the chilled brew, then lifting her pilsner glass to her companion. Scowl. "I friggin' deserve it." Sagenod. Peer. "An' so do you." A point of one of her glass-holding hand's fingers at him presages her murmured, "Not terribly hungry...butcha' wanna' appetizer?" And then comes a sudden, solid yawn, quickly hidden behind her empty hand, irritably shaken off. She does appear rather less animated, perhaps somewhat tired. D'kan grins at Alida from across the table before leaning back, beer glass held in both hands on the table's edge. "Just the drink, I think. Had something to eat earlier." He takes a sip of the beer and glances at the other Snowasis-goers for a moment before glancing at Alida again. "Heard anything yet about wing shadowing assignments?" "Nothin' really." Sip. "Mebee' they've learned ta' keep their mouths shut after livin' here long enough." A soft snerk from Alida trails into green eyes noting her companion's state of being both in general and in detail, her gaze then slipping from D'kan to the throng of humanity all about...assessing before returning to her tablemate. "How you been during yer second round uv' 'seconding?" "First, actually," D'kan replies, grinning once more, if crookedly. "The first round was as wingleader. Wingseconding is much easier, especially with two of us." He takes yet another sip, making steady work of that first glass of beer, pausing about mid-gulp to wave to a passing group of Snowdrifters, familiar by now after the weyrlings' work with them during the last month or so. They soon pass on, however, and D'kan turns back to Alida. "What about you? Think it suits you? 'Seconding?" "Dauymn... I must be gettin' old, 'r somethin'..." Alida lips off in reply, shaking her head, donning a bit of a self-depreciating smirk. "Still wonderin' why Sabella chose us... me." Shrug, sip. Watching Deke wave to the members of that Wing, the blonde soon transfers her gaze to the deep golden liquid in her glass, watching the bubbles rise within it. "Yeah. Lettin' me get an even better feel fer things the second time around. Be lyin' if I said I didn' like most uv it." A wan bit of a smile presages her mellow, "Got any favorites?" Beat. "Wing choices." D'kan shrugs slightly, hands opening, fingers splayed while the heels of his palms remain resting against the glass. "Maybe... because we're older than some of the others? We don't break when people lean on us?" There's another smaller shrug before he lifts the glass to his lips again for a brief sip. "What do you like about it?" he asks before laughing softly about the wing choices. "Yeah, but... well. I'm reserving judgement until after we've been able to do some more in-depth shadowing, you know?" He pokes at some of the condensation on the glass. "I mean, I know stuff like this isn't permanent, but it still matters. Better to get it right the first time." She watches how he grips his glass with some small curiosity, greens flicking from D'kan's fingertips up the digits, to his hands, then up arms to meet his dark gaze again. "Maybe." More drinking soon shifts into a ready answer for her companion. "The order." Smirk. "The way things run smoothly when we got it all down. We're like some kinda Smith's machine, in a way; all these seperate parts, but workin' as a whole ta' make a machine that accomplishes every goal we want it to...Threadfall 'r rescue, pirates 'r scavengin'." Grin. His own answer about Wings choices remaining flexible until later gets the palest-blonde's head nodding a little, her lips returning to her own glass. "Absolutely..." is noted in a tone that agrees with the brownrider, 'lida then casting her glance over to the glows that help light up their booth some. Quietly: "You...uh...still in the same...straights as last time?" Another long sip nearly drain her glass, the woman flicking her eyes barely across D'kan, then over to the bar rather quickly. "Y'know...when we talked...up on the Rim." D'kan can definitely agree about the order of things, nodding as Alida describes the benefits. He's otherwise quiet, just nodding and and sipping at his beer. Until the bluerider asks her question. At first there's confusion, but then she clarifies. For a couple seconds, D'kan's expression goes blank, but then he leans back to finish his beer and sets the glass aside. "Well. Not what I was expecting," he admits quietly, leaning forward enough to cross his arms on the edge of the table. The brownrider goes quiet again for a brief pause, then looks up at Alida. "Guess you could say that. Why do you ask?" Yeah...she thought he'd remember, after a bit. Another round is poured for herself and Deke while he looks at her and she at the beer, the blonde speaking quietly, in the meantime. "Dunno how long our dragons'll stay kids." In that way, she hints silently. "Don' want this whole, upcomin' Flights thing ta be..." Here, she takes a quick swallow of her her new beer, glancing up at D'kan for a moment again, then looking away. "...unpleasant." Pause. "'Cause people like us decided ta wait too long." D'kan moves the refilled glass closer but does not drink again just yet, instead letting things go quiet for a likely uncomfortable moment as he fidgets where he's sitting. "Yeah, it's been on my mind," he admits truthfully, then falls silent again to quietly turn the beer glass in its spot on the table. "The thing is, it's not the same for guys, from what I can tell." He's definitely squirming now, not quite able to look up at Alida just yet. "And I know, living in a Weyr, and being riders and all, it's supposed to be different somehow, but it doesn't feel different from what my parents taught me. And what they taught me was that it's something special. So... I'm not going to 'get it over with'," complete with quotation fingers, "just to get it out of the way." At this point, he finally looks over at Alida, both concern and embarrassment discernible in his expression. "But that's how it is for me. Maybe I'll be an eternal non-flight virgin for the rest of my life. I don't know. But... that's where I am with it. So..." He has nothing more helpful to say, it seems, so he takes a much-needed sip of beer. In a way, while D'kan talks, admits his stance to her, Alida's relieved, the blonde seen to deflate and unstiffen some behind her glass as she nods silently to her tablemate, her greens once again finally able to meet his own browns. Once he's done speaking, and they're done doing the dual squirm, she murmurs, "I was raised holder, too... but a Guard." Sigh. "My ma' passed when I was little, 'n da' disappeared in a snowstorm when I was eleven." A heavy swallow of beer allows her to continue. "Had a few folks kinda' help raise me up after that, but..." Shrug. There were likely conflicts. "Thanks fer...sharin', Deke." Guzzle. "Yeah...different fer the boys 'n the girls." A sudden, harsh bark of caustic laughter gets her looked at by some nearby folks for a moment, and that causes Alida to shut up. "Won't bother ya again about it." There is a momentary look of mild shock on D'kan's face as Alida shares some rather personal information with him. Possibly a first, aside from the already mentioned state of affairs down below. His expression settles quickly, however, as Alida continues, and he winces a little at the end. "Alida... this won't go beyond the two of us, I promise. And I'm pretty touched and flattered that you'd come to me." Concern has definitely overtaken any embarrassment at this point. "No matter how many times I thought about it, though, I came to the same conclusion, and..." He grimaces and looks down at his beer for a few long seconds before he looks over at Alida again. "There are other guys. Good guys. Discreet. But I'm not the one who can help you, and I really am sorry about that." She's very careful with who gets to see those judiciously metered-out parts of her life, and since D'kan was so kind as so share something quite sensitive with Alida - and not be an ass about it - she felt as if it was decent to level the playing field. A grave dip of her head to his promise is offered, the guard then murmuring, "I promise, too." Her final word is like platinum. Drink. "If I was a guy... I think I'd do what yer doin', too." but her world might be even more hellish if she screws up. So wonderful, being female. "I respect yer take on it." Very much, if her intense greens can silent speak so. And then there's a rough snort and a shake of head, more beer downed after her tablemate again speaks. "Been...thinkin' about those kinds. Not comin' up with any who fit the bill." Snerk. Out of useful things to add, D'kan ends up drinking a good portion of that second beer, finally slowing to a stop as Alida talks about fitting the bill. "Maybe... at another of the Weyrs," he half suggests, half asks. "Or find out from the Healers if there's... um." Again with the uncomfortable squirming. "You know, another way to..." He starts to gesture, then suddenly presses his hands to the table. Right, let's not gesture that. Not here. And embarrassment returns, tenfold, apparently exceeding D'kan's quota for the day, because he's quickly emptying that second glass of beer and scooting to the side. "Next time, drinks are on me. And it will be stress free and fun," he promises. Is that sweat on his forehead? That, or it started raining indoors. He pauses in the act of grabbing his gear, then looks at Alida again, anguish warring with everything else now. "Alida... I'm so sorry." Which is his farewell for the night, as he hurries into the winter air, all his gear still in his arms. She too is starting to squrim again inside, and it keeps the woman from looking directly into Deke's eyes again, especially when he can't find words anymore. As the brownie heaves his form up to leave, the bluie can't help but nodding like a sunstruck wherry on autopilot, then peer at his eyebrow for a few moments...and smile rather sheepishly. "Don't be..." is noted around a sigh, the blonde then waving him off...and slowly finishing the rest of her beer, and the pitcher. She sits there, quiet and alone for another 15 minutes, becoming heavily buzzed indeed, until her new, and hungry-itchy firelizard shows up and asks to be tended by rubbing herself against the woman's arms in direct fashion. With a small sigh, up the weyrling levers herself - Pyrite skittering under her human's braid and draping herself upon Alida's neck - then moving slowly, but steadily out to where Ilicaeth stands in the snow. Up he tries to help her to his neck, reminding the slightly drunk human to fasten two straps, and then up he flies to their weyr, where the long-suffering blue directs his lifemate to tend to her new 'pet' then herself before she plows into her bed for sleep. Maybe Ilicaeth will have to tend to the teensie gold fledgeling if Alida can't wake up in three hours. No wonder she looked tired, before; it's the first month of weyrlinghood all over again...in miniature. |
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Comments on "Logs:Statement of Affairs"Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 02 Jul 2013 20:39:07 GMT.
Awwww! Poor lil' holdbred groundsquirrel. X3 Though D'kan's thoughts on how to go about things are smart, and I like that he can't easily shake off the morals he's known his whole life.
Alida sharing a bit of her past, and her current predicament is certainly a change from when she first arrived.
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