Logs:Still Not Charming
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| RL Date: 5 December, 2014 |
| Who: Lilah, R'hin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: R'hin runs into Lilah at Crom's gather. Things don't go smoothly. |
| Where: Crom Hold |
| When: Day 15, Month 6, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| It's turned out to be a pleasant day for Crom's gather, and it's drawn many from the local areas of High Reaches, as well as further afield. Taking advantage of the weather, most of the gather tents are set out near the river's edge, with the harper's square near the main hold itself. The harpers are currently playing a jaunty tune, the dancers whirling around in time. Amongst them, R'hin doesn't stand out, one might suggest deliberately so, in his dark clothing -- eyes drawn more readily by the bright green dress of his partner, the pair clearly adept at dancing and enjoying themselves. Lilah's knot has been carefully arranged on her shoulder, the brown and black of Fort and Eliyaveith's gold set against the silvery-grey velvet of the dress she wears, the fabric nipped only right below her bust before the weighted folds are allowed to fall where they want across her hips. Her hair has been swept up and away, just as simply and matronly as the dress. Which is all for the best, perhaps, considering that she is sitting with two elderly ladies, both of whom bear knots of dragonriders from Telgar. It is only as they abandon her to retire early that her gaze sweeps out to the dancing nearby those laid out tables, watching the harpers for a while before shifting to the dancers. When her gaze finds R'hin, there is only a slight surprise, more attention paid for his companion and her dress. R'hin's companion is younger than him, though closer to his age. She hasn't the lean, muscular figure of a dragonrider, so much as the well-filled posture of someone used to a life of plenty, and while she wears no knots, others that pass by the pair greet the woman in her well-dressed finery. The song finally comes to a close, and it's with a gallant bow (and a few whispers that make the woman laugh joyfully) that the bronzerider parts ways with her. He makes his way to the edge of the dance floor, pausing as he catches sight of those Telgar riders, visibly hesitating, expression set for a moment. Instead of following, however, he makes his way deliberately in the opposite direction, towards Lilah. "Fort's duties," offers Lilah as R'hin approaches, fingers moving to curve around a drink and pull it closer to herself. Possibly, she doesn't think he's going to steal it, but it is a protective gesture. It's only as he gets closer that her words draw quieter to ask, "Who was that, that you were dancing with?" Considering R'hin's pale gaze comes to rest on her drink first -- as if assessing the quality -- it probably isn't a terrible move to make. With a low-throated chuckle, "Do you want to know who she is, or who her dressmaker is?" Either way, he doesn't answer her question as such, before he makes himself comfortable in the seat next to her, legs stretched out. "i want to know what I asked," Lilah counters with a hint of sharpness to the words, even as he settles at the table. Dark eyes watch him, a frown pulling at the edges of her lips before she raises that protected glass for a slow sip. It's the sharpness that draws the older dragonrider's pale gaze, like he's suddenly interested in the conversation in a way he wasn't a moment ago. "Why?" R'hin asks, simply. Lilah's gaze sweeps over him as she earns his interest, only to slide away to focus on the dancers and harpers and that area. She replies, "Why does everything have to be so hard? I wanted to know who you were dancing with because I don't know her." A beat after, dryly, she adds, "It isn't because I am jealous." "No?" R'hin's amused. And his tone suggests doesn't believe her. A snort soon follows, however: "Hard. Says she who won't even answer a simple question herself." He pushes to his feet, and stretches a hand out towards her. "And yet, only one of us sitting at this table answered a question," Lilah says, frustration beginning to tinge the edges of her words that may be more for that implied tone than his continued avoidance. Of course, her statement would work better if R'hin weren't rising. Perhaps that is why his offer only gets the flick of dark eyes briefly before they return to meet his. "There's only so much you can raise your reputation by pretending to resist the advances of a charming, handsome man," R'hin says, his hand still outstretched, chuckling. Lilah's brows curve upwards, a challenge even before she calls back to turns before with a: "And yet, I still haven't seen you be charming." "Oh, my heart. Crushed,," R'hin presses a hand to his chest, expression pained. "I guess I'd best find another goldrider to flirt with. Maybe one that might actually dance with me." He cranes his neck to look around and assess the field. "Maybe you'll actually ask her," Lilah suggests, lifting her drink in a tip towards the bronzerider before she drains the contents. It is only after she has set it back down that she glances past him and then back again. "Have you spotted one?" "And maybe she'll stop being obtuse and pretending she can't read basic body language." The offered hand drops, deliberately. R'hin's gaze still roams. "Not yet, but," with a grin, "I know where to look," and with that, he's turning to make his way towards the drinks. Perhaps there is a flickered moment of hesitation in Lilah's eyes, of self-doubt and uncertainty where his hand drops away. It covered quickly with narrowing of her gaze on R'hin even before he turns away, adding her own simple, "Still, sometimes, it's nice to be asked." She doesn't pursue him as he turns away, but she does watch him go. There's a slight noise that might be a laugh, or a cough, or something, but R'hin doesn't slow his determined pace. There's a small queue of people waiting to be served, and the bronzerider joins the back of it, engaging in casual conversation with the younger man in front of him while they wait their turn. Lilah waits. Even with an empty glass, she doesn't move to join him in the line, only twisting it beneath her fingers to give her hands something to do while she continues to watch R'hin, waiting. It is that preoccupation that likely saves her from having to talk to anyone who might want to pay a visit to the junior weyrwoman's table. R'hin and his newfound friend finally make it to the front of the line. They've each got two glasses of white in hand (undoubtedly at the former's urging), and there's a last exchange, and a nod in Lilah's direction before they part ways. However, it's the younger man that walks up to the junior weyrwoman, offering a slightly nervous grin, and one of the glasses, "I was told you'd enjoy this." R'hin, meanwhile, heads off past the tables, disappearing into the crowd. The young man distracts Lilah before she can track exactly where R'hin disappears to, which is unfortunate because it means that there is an edge of annoyance already to the goldrider's dark gaze even as she accepts the nervous young man's glass. She does smile in return, though, and murmur a quiet, "Thank you," before her gaze sweeps back to the crowd. "I... I thought you might like to dance," the young man says, after she smiles at him, straightening as if screwing up his courage. "I promise I only have one left foot," with a rueful, boyish grin. If this is a test, Lilah likely fails. Despite what she said before, when this young man asks, she answers with a gentle but firm, "No, thank you. I do not really dance." Her smile grows warmer in response to his grin, before she adds with light humor, "I do have two left feet." Despite the rejection, the young man seems only more determined, possibly because of her smile. "Oh, but I can teach you, then! It'd be a shame to waste such a pretty dress by not dancing in it. I won't even object if you stand on my feet a few times, I swear." For a moment, Lilah considers her next possible excuse, likely just for which one to use given that she probably has a million of them. Yet, it doesn't come. Instead, she only tips her chin in simple agreement, taking a quick drink from the gifted wine before setting the glass down to rise. "I will warn you that they have tried to teach me before," she offers the young man. "I'm tenacious," the young man insists, taking a small sip of the wine himself (followed by a large gulp), before he sets the glass down and leads the goldrider onto the dance square. Well, he is (sort of) tenacious, at least enough to pretend to ignore the occasional missteps to the harper's beat. When the song finishes, he escorts her back to her seat, though both glasses are gone, and with a thankful grin, parts ways with her. Lilah doesn't linger at the table, nor does she spare a look for the young man as he leaves. Instead, she steps away, moving through the gather to meet Eliyaveith and return to Fort. |
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