Logs:Tactical Advantages and Forgiveness
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| RL Date: 4 June, 2013 |
| Who: D'kan, Telavi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: A day in the life of weyrlings, now with (almost) all of Pern at their fingertips! |
| Where: Kitchen, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 20, Month 12, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: The snowfall is light and intermittent throughout the day until it tapers off completely into a frigid night. The ground is damp, though very little sticks. |
| Mentions: C'wlin/Mentions, E'sren/Mentions, K'zin/Mentions, N'hax/Mentions |
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"Sounds good to me," D'kan can be heard to say as they near the kitchen doors, though his voice is slightly muffled as he's trying to scrape some of that super wet snow out of his hood. Everything was fine as they reentered the 'Reaches air space, then whoosh goes the wind, and rip goes the cord holding his hood closed. Therefore, it is a red-eared brownrider who follows Telavi toward the blessedly warm kitchen. "I really think it might be worth modifying some of that oiled gear the seacrafters use, and turning it into riding gear. That wet cuts through everything." "I don't know, right now I think you should focus on getting that hood of yours in shape," Telavi teases. "At least it didn't fly off, right? I'm this close to convincing the weyrhealer to let me get my helmet surgically attached, and that way nobody can see my helmet hair." Not that the helmet's been at risk of flying off either, and not that it can flatten her braids much more than they are already beneath the liner. Though she glances at what he's trying to accomplish, instead of offering to directly dig in and help, "Off to the hearth with you. Wingsecond's orders, and I'll grab a couple of whatever they've got." D'kan offers a lightly sarcastic "Hah, hah" in answer to the hood jibe, but then he gives Telavi a flash of a grin, followed by a smart salute. "Aye aye, fearless leader. I will leave the daring heroics of hot food procurement to you." Teasing or not, he takes her up on the offer and changes course, now shedding his riding jacket altogether. The better to rid it of snow. Telavi grins right back at him and his salute, then marches off to daringly intercept the particular kitchen helper who's staring at D'kan and his jacket like she's worried the weyrling will get snow all over the floor and then make a big wet patch and then make everyone fall and hit their heads and die. The weyrling wingsecond employs one of her better disarming smiles on the older woman, and a brief conversation later-- quiet, but surely sucking up, though it's the sort of thing the woman appears to enjoy rather than take offense at-- gets not only directed to a big pot but assistance in the so-difficult ladling, into mugs rather than bowls. It shouldn't take long. No worries, High Reaches' floors are safe for another day. Most of the snow D'kan has dislodged has been in scattered, small clumps. The majority is saved for the fire place, which gives off a rather satisfying hiss when he throws the handful of collected snow onto the flames. Then, with his jacket safely draped and drying, he draws another of the more comfortable chairs a little closer to the fire, then waits for the mug-laden hero. She returns triumphantly, of course, though what should be a powerful stride is inhibited by those mugs being a little too full. "Yours," Tela offers D'kan, though rather than turning the mug so he can take the handle, that's still what she's holding it by. "And," her nod to her wrist points out what's either a large napkin or a small tablecloth. "Soup, but drinking's faster. What do you think, will Southern take us back anytime soon? My ears are still hurting." "The yelling wasn't entirely unwarranted," D'kan replies, if distractedly. He's trying to take the offered mug and napkin from Telavi without burning either of them. And... success. "It was idiotic of him to try to show off this early on. We're still like those little kids on their first runner rides. May as well be tied to the saddle. Maybe that's the true purpose of all those riding straps." He breathes in the ridiculously welcome steam from the soup, then lifts the mug toward Telavi. "Cheers." "And here I thought the straps were just to keep us occupied," Tela says with a laugh, not bothering to try and sound deadpan. She toasts, says, "Bottoms up!" and drinks. It's hot but not burning, some sort of savory broth with tomatoes in there somewhere, and after Tela's warmed up one of her hands she presses it onto one of her cheeks and then the other. "Starting to thaw. I wonder how Cirrus is doing. It's a good thing we were too moral to have gotten K'zin to sneeze on all their pillowcases, and also not cruel," though she eyes D'kan speculatively. Does he look to be coming down with anything? "With our luck, they're all enjoying that healthy side effect of being a rider. It's got to come in handy for something, right?" D'kan's smile is awfully crooked before he takes his own long drink of soup. "I think we should use a tactical advantage by asking our mentors to help us find stuff, personally. Call it extra training or something." By the end of the second drink, the brownrider's managed to drink about half his soup already, letting the warmth build internally rather than try to thaw out those poor little chipmunk ears. They'll catch up. "I think... I'm going to take advantage of my birthright and visit High Reaches Hold this evening. One of us needs to leave a good impression." "Something other than chapped skin," and Telavi pulls a moue, patting her cheek again. "I've practically invested in lotion... but that mentor idea, that's brilliant. We probably should ask ahead of time if it's allowed, though I suppose the worst that could happen is we'd get disqualified. I'll talk to E'sren." The wingsecond looks at D'kan with a different sort of interest as he continues, and she says, "I almost feel it's safe to assume that you will leave a good impression, even. Will you visit family? Go back to the docks? I'm guessing you won't march up to the Lord and tell him how well-behaved you are, but I could be wrong there." "Sometimes it's better to ask forgiveness rather than permission," D'kan replies with another crooked smile, his tone sounding like he might be quoting someone. "Unless, of course, you're C'wlin or N'hax." Which is the only commentary D'kan is likely to give on that subject. At least for now. Telavi was right about the mugs, as the brownrider's soup is already down to the last couple mouthfuls, and soon even those are gone. "Start at the docks, I think. Didn't part on the best of terms with my folks, so... I'll have to see how it goes." He gets to his feet, stretches his arms wide, shoulders popping quietly before he nods his head toward the exit, already in the process of slipping back into his still slightly damp jacket. "Well. Off to Nerat with us. Figure our wing's had enough time to thaw by now? Looking forward to seeing the ships at port..." Voices trail off as they return to that wet and swirling snow. Pern awaits. |
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Comments on "Logs:Tactical Advantages and Forgiveness"Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 04 Jun 2013 23:22:31 GMT.
A snippet of the day in the life of weyrlings. :o Getting their mentors to help is a good idea. And I hope D'kan's visit goes well. >.O Or at least okay.
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