Logs:Sweet Buns
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| RL Date: 14 July, 2014 |
| Who: Aishani, Geviaur, K'zin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Kindred spirits chow down and Aishani deigns to join them. |
| Where: Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 3, Month 4, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Ali/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Scene got cut short by sudden RL for Geviaur and K'zin, but fun while it lasted! |
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| Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr Stalactites hang high above this enormous cavern like a jagged chandelier or an inversion of the Spires themselves, but shadows cling to them instead of light. Below lie great tables arranged in rows, each large enough to serve a fighting wing, while in the nooks and alcoves around the cavern's edge sit more sensibly-sized tables, from six- and eight-seaters down to intimate spots for just a couple of diners. The only really open space is around the kitchen entrance, smelling of food and rarely quiet, and by the nearby serving tables with their long buffet of the day's offerings. Tapestries on the smooth walls -- some faded and others newly woven -- only slightly mute the sea of sound when a meal is in full swing, but they add cheerfulness augmented by the glowlight from wall sconces and the centerpieces of each table. Still, shadows always creep along the ceiling and into the mouths of the exits -- the myriad small hallways at one end of the cavern and, at the other, the twisting tunnel to the bowl near an array of coathooks and and hatracks -- and late at night, when the glows are allowed to dim, the chamber can seem very dark indeed.
Fresh from the forge, with the sweat and smell to prove it, Geviaur has much the same intentions that K'zin does. While his food-tetrising skills may not be quite as honed, he still manages to load a plate fairly high - and, just for good measure, manages to snag from somewhere an entire bottle of wine which is tucked glamorously into the waistband of his pants, to leave his hands free for the carrying of dinner. He skirts around a few people - giving an overly familiar wink to one of the women he brushes past - and finds himself finally at the self-same table K'zin is sitting at. He doesn't ask. He just sits. The plate and bottle are thudded down, as is his long form, and a fleeting nod offered the other man before Gev begins to tuck in. Perhaps the lack of people is why Aishani's chosen this time to deign to grace the living cavern with her presence. She really doesn't need to eat with all you people, given she can just order food from the kitchens whenever she likes, but sometimes it's good to be out and seen to be eating with the public. Whether the public cares to see her or not, well. That depends on a lot of things. At least, when she's divested herself of her raincoat, she's as well-dressed and short-skirted as usual, kicking the mud off her boots before she too goes to the serving table. She takes her time, though, and no need to stack anything up, not on her plate. K'zin's head bob combines with a swallow of the roll which he might have eaten whole. He neither looks surprised nor offended when the taller man joins him. "Hey," is even offered in a friendly way before it's back to this business of eating. The food must be decent since the bronzerider doesn't seem overly inclined to make conversation until at least some not insignificant portion of his food has been put away. He might stand a better chance of noticing Aishani's entrance right off if she were carrying a plate of sweet buns. Not that she doesn't have-- but that's not presently his chief concern. There are some that may claim that Geviaur is unrefined. Judge for yourself - is it unrefined to use your shirt as a napkin to wipe your fingers, or to swig wine straight from the bottle? Surely nonsense. After doing the latter, he does have the courtesy to offer the vintage across the table to K'zin, with a low grunt that apparently means sharing. It's around this moment that he notices Aishani. For him, sweet buns can't compare and he actually abandons his food, which he has previously been eating with a single-mindedness. He goes to lean back in his chair, a foot propped up on the one adjacent, and just... observe. "Weyrwoman," he comments, possibly to K'zin, and possibly just to himself. He is also known for his particularly keen observations. Once Aishani's done with her plate, unsurprisingly sparse, she claims a mug and fills it before turning; there's lots of space to sit and she's more than used to ignoring any attention she gets. But K'zin and Geviaur are particularly near, and now she's being addressed - possibly - so minimum politeness at least must be observed. Though, it's with a smirk that she returns the comment-slash-observation, nodding once to the candidate. "Evening. Hello, K'zin." Though she doesn't sit, she moves to set plate and mug on the table, pulling a flask from her jacket. K'zin's been domesticated out of at least using his shirt as a napkin, thanks Silver Threads (or maybe just Telavi), but he seems to take no issue to any of the rest. Wouldn't you know that he forgot a drink? So he reaches for the skin and follows suit. His eyes follow Geviaur's to the woman in question and there's a little wistful sigh, "Yeah." But then she's looking, no, talking to them, and he can't have her seeing him wistful, so he puts some food in his face and greets her with a masticating mouth, "Aishani, care to join us?" The food in his mouth has to help make Gev look good, even if it probably doesn't make the offer all that attractive. Geviaur has no problem with being seen to look wistful. Or covetous. Whichever suits the situation better, and in this one it is the latter. The smile he offers up for Aishani is wide and dimpled, a bright expression in contrast to an overall brooding aesthetic, and he waves to the available chairs as an addition to K'zin's suave invitation. "Please do, weyrwoman." And, for good measure, "I'm Geviaur." He says it as though suspecting she may already know. It's an assumption. The candidates may all blur together after awhile, but in his own mind, he's fairly confident he stands out, long legs and muscles and slightly wicked grins. "Care for some..." The wine he was about to offer is apparently unneeded, as she brought her own refreshments, and with a half shrug he takes a swig off it again himself. Uncapping the flask to pour a significant amount into her mug, Aishani doesn't offer it around, especially given the men are drinking with such manners already. Picking it up to swirl the liquid inside before taking a drink, she's kind enough to pretend to hide any smirk behind the rim this time. "Mm." She sniffs delicately before telling K'zin, "As long as I can sit here." At the end of the table, where people have bathed, thanks. Pulling up a chair, crossing legs as she sits, she echoes with a nods, "Geviaur. A pleasure. Do you two..." She picks up her fork, makes some sort of gesture between them. "Know each other?" To her credit, it doesn't actually sound vaguely dirty. "Oh, yeah, yeah." K'zin answers the goldrider casually. It could be to her choice of seat, but it's just as likely an answer to the question. "It's like a rule. Part of the Muscle Men code. We all have to know each other." He sounds pretty serious about it, and surely it must be important to tell her this with no chance of being misunderstood because it's delaying another mouthful. "Or maybe the Smiths. You're a Smith, right?" This to the other muscular man. Picking over her plate, Aishani nods slowly, as if enlightened. "Ah, of course. One of those rules. Like all the goldriders compare notes." She seems completely serious about that, lifting her mug for another drink. When the candidate is called away, she tells K'zin, "Seems like one. The apprentices come in and out so often..." She gives another wave of her fork. Apparently, it's difficult to keep up. "Do they?" K'zin may be Rasavyth's lifemate, but he's still occasionally gullible Waki and he sounds genuinely worried as he asks without thinking. Maybe Azaylia or Ali have notes that he's concerned about! "Well, they can't all be apprentices like me who wanted to stay here forever and ever and ever." The last is made to sound monotonous. Maybe it was a mistake? He looks back at his food, there's more progress to be made here. But before he can take two more bites, his brow is furrowing. "Speaking of the ball and chain, duty calls." Without offering more explanation, the bronzerider is nodding his farewell and taking his plate with him as he heads toward the bowl. Nevermind that his food will get waterlogged. He'll probably eat it anyway. |
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