Logs:Sunny Ambitions
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| RL Date: 26 October, 2013 |
| Who: Reesa, E'ten |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: There's sun, sand, and talk of ambitions, though more on Reesa's part than E'ten's. |
| Where: Southern Boll Beach and Docks |
| When: Day 4, Month 2, Turn 33 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: N'muir/Mentions |
| Spring has well and truly hit Southern Boll, and today has proved to be a fine day indeed - the sun is shining warmly overhead, and a warm breeze comes in from the ocean. Reesa's apparently spent her afternoon shopping - or rather at the Weavercraft commissioning new items for the coming summer - the packages set up in a neat little pyramid on the beach next to where she lounges on a towel in her bikini. She isn't the only one enjoying the weather - there's plenty of locals and a few other visitors here and there, though no other Fortian riders in sight. Khiabeth's wallowing in the warm shallows, and whatever nervousness her presence has generated in the locals seems to have subsided with the length with which she's been there - which has probably been a while before she tells Adiulth, « It is warm here. You should come. Your rider does not get out enough. » The latter is undoubtedly Reesa's contribution, given she adds, « She requires his assistance. » He's aware and quite used to this by now - E'ten and Adiulth both. But where one may have paused with a question, the other has all but launched himself from the bowl where he was sunning to land with the air of prompt response to the summons. « We are needed.» Spoken to his rider who still seems to be dressed for duties and drills that have at least halted for the day, by the time that both appear over the Bollian skies man and dragon might be in similarly good spirits. Perhaps. Swinging one leg from around the bronze's neckridges, he first glances at those in the immediate area before beginning to shrug out of his jacket. "I'll have you know that I do get out enough," he notes, looking over to Ree's figure - bikini clad and all appreciatively. Khiabeth's delighted greeting to the pair comes out as more bubbles than noise, given her submerged state. "Really? When was the last time you came to Boll that didn't involve work?" Besides that whole hostage rescue thing, anyway. Reesa's pleased to see him, anyway, to judge by that smile she throws his way. "Here- I need some more oil before I burn-" she gestures to the pot, then lifts a leg briefly to indicate her intent. "Tell me you at least brought something to wear- or are you going to go without when we go swimming later?" The greenrider's already planned out the rest of their afternoon, after all. Adiulth's delight is reciprocated in a warble turned in Khiabeth's direction, neck turning in that direction before taking a step forward and then looking at E'ten. He needs to remove those straps, please and thank you. "You're fortunate that Adi told me where you were. I have suitable clothing - just in case. It wouldn't do for a wingsecond to spend his afternoon playing though." Even though the greenrider said it loud enough for others to hear that he doesn't? Hrm. Time off wouldn't hurt. Especially when there's no answer to the question as to his last time to Boll. It really /was/ an errand in recent sevendays. The leg, however, beckons. Quite well. Exhaling with a turn towards the straps to be released, bag slung over one shoulder, he turns towards the towel laden spot with a twitching curve of his lips upward. "I brought clothing for the beach, but if I'm summoned back..." He'll have to go. "What's this about swimming again," he asks, dropping everything before draping his jacked across the top carefully. "Playing?" Reesa echoes that in a sharp tone, even going so far as to sit up and eye the bronzerider. "This isn't playing. You're helping out a wingrider in distress." Not that she exactly looks distressed so much as demanding, but that's beside the point. If he needs more convincing, well, "If I don't get oil and get burned, you'll have to put up with my moaning all through drills tomorrow." Her smile, when he relents, is brilliant and enticing. "I'm /sure/ they can spend an afternoon without calling you in. I can have Khiabeth tell Bijedth you're otherwise occupied?" she suggests - or maybe threatens - with an arch of brow, though the laughter that spills out a moment later might ruin it. "We have to swim to cool off later, of course. That's how the beach works." Meanwhile, Khiabeth's disappeared below the waves, though she's sharing the sensation of sun-warmed ocean water as further enticement. "Pain builds character?" E'ten might be the last person to want to give sympathy during drills, but the smile may take most of the sting out of his lack of compassion as he reaches for her leg to drape across his own as they stretch out in front of him. "And maybe, but things have been .. well, not as quiet as you might think." He's been busy, if nothing else. "As for Khiabeth.. well, I think N'muir would be first surprised and then second? As much as I hate to say it, he might go ahead and encourage it," he says, picking up the pot gingerly before setting the lid to one side, away from being covered in sand. "Did I ever tell you that he, ahem, told me to go explore shortly after being tapped in the wing? Or at least, take time for myself and hobbies." In light of the laughter or near laughter, he shrugs while beginning to oil one leg with restraint in doing just that. Nothing else - for the moment. "And I know how the beach works, Ree. I'm not that far gone with knowing or not knowing how to relax." "It may well, but you'd have to put up with me complaining /after/ drills as well," Reesa adds, adroitly. There's a contented smile as she rests her leg over E'ten's, a curious little twitch of brow at his comment. "Not busy? What's been going on? Secret plans for world domination? You know you have to include me in /those/." The pointed smile suggests the greenrider's got a pretty good guess how Khiabeth's intervention might well be taken. "So, you're saying the /Weyrleader/, your Wingleader, even said you should go exploring and you still haven't done it? What /does/ it take to convince you, hm?" She wiggles her toes while he works on her leg, adding, "Oh, I don't know. To hear the talk of the other wingriders- something about a stick or something?" she casts her eyes skyward contemplatively. "I did," E'ten remarks with a waggle of one oiled finger in Reesa's direction, pausing in his ministrations for that brief moment before letting his fingers and hands resume their roaming to one thigh but no further. "And I've been on duties for the wing, errands for the Weyr...N'muir made that request of me a few turns ago. When Adiulth and I were first tapped into the wing. What about sticks?" He could imagine what the other wingriders are saying - but he doesn't seem to be put out about it." "Really? I think I'd remember world domination plans. First, Adiulth has to catch a senior queen, right? He should practice more- fly longer." Apparently Reesa's not above being ambitious, even if it's only on E'ten's behalf. As for what their wingmates are saying? Well, she's busy bending her knee to make that oiling a little easier, and lifting the other leg too, so he doesn't forget. "Well, there's some varying options. That is to say, it's no wonder people think you're all work and no play, considering how hard it is to convince you to do something fun." Or not that hard, considering their current position. E'ten might just know what the riders are saying after all. Not that it keeps him from shifting his attention from one leg to the other. "Adiulth isn't like other bronzes." After anything shiny. "He's selective. I've seen that over the turns. Good for both of us but it's not easy being Weyrleader. You've seen that, right?" Apparently resting and he's still talking about.. duty. Settling the non-oiled leg onto his lap, he continues easily. "I'm not running after /that/ knot. He practices enough for flights that matter or of interest to him." "I can help you." Be Weyrleader, or become Weyrleader? Reesa doesn't exactly elaborate. There /is/ a noise in response to his comment that Adiulth is selective though, her gaze flickering towards the bronze, then her own green, before shifting back towards the bronzerider. "I'm not saying /yet/, but the N'muir wouldn't have taken you under his wing if he didn't think you had the mettle for it. He's grooming you, everyone knows that." The bronze in question seems to be rather content to follow Khiabeth into the water, taking his time in enjoyment of the cool waters and the bright sunny day. It's a distraction that's good enough to keep E'ten from answering immediately to the other observation. About N'muir. "Maybe he's thinking of another wing that might need a leader eventually." Weyrleader, he's staying away from. Even as a possible thought. That one does not need to be mulled over in his own mind. "Have you heard anything?" "But you're not denying that he's grooming you," Reesa counters, sounding pleased. Or maybe she's just enjoying the attention her leg is getting, wiggling her toes a bit more. "About another Wing needing a leader? Mm. Obsidian could maybe use someone to take them in hand. They're all over the place," in the greenrider's not-so-subtle estimation. "Though I imagine you'll have a battle on your hands." But she's admiring E'ten's work before slipping her leg from his lap in order to stand. "I think it's about time for a swim," she declares, with an offered hand towards his. "Can't let our dragons have /all/ the fun." Obsidian. It'll stay in E'ten's mind for latter mulling over his future and how the present ties into it. The present, in all its oiliness is met with a hand reaching for Reesa's so that he can stand properly and be led away to hopefully the beaches. Should it be the water this soon? There's some matter about his leathers and water. And yet, she /did/ say water. Hopefully, there's time to change before finding himself throughly drenched. "I think our dragons are always getting the upper hand on the fun." |
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