Logs:Talien Teases N'thei About Alcohol
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| RL Date: 22 July, 2007 |
| Who: N'thei, Talien |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| Where: Weyrling Barracks, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 1, Month 11, Turn 12 (Interval 10) |
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| The first few days after the hatching have been exhausting ones, and fully half of the weyrlings are already asleep by 8:30, the barracks full of the sounds of snoring and drooling. N'thei is near drowsy, but he hasn't gotten that far yet, right now seated cross-legged on the end of his cot, using his press as a table to play a hand of solitaire with a deck of heavily used cards. Nearby, Wyaeth snores contentedly. Talien is one of the few who are awake, Svodriyth too - though just barely. The blue maintains vigil, even if it's a bit droopy-eyed. With all of one leg covered by the upper half of Svodriyth's body and one of his front limbs draped over her hip, Talien remains as still as possible while reading over notes from the days lessons and tribulations. As she turns the page, Svodriyth's vigil gives way to sleep and Talien's study abruptly ends. Glancing over the top of her work, Talien waits a handful of seconds to see if the blue is really, truly asleep... then she works at carefully and ever so slowly disentangling herself from him. N'thei thinks about it. He very clearly thinks about taking the card in his fingers and flipping it right over toward Svodriyth's drowsing head, even lines up the shot with a fake-practice flick of his fingers... but he has no follow through. Instead, quietly putting down his cards, he pads over on bare feet to offer a hand to tangled Talien. "You're lucky," Talien says quietly as she accepts the offered hand, "He'd probably whoop you if you woke him." Her lips pucker with a grin that, for the moment anyways, is fought back. Once freed, Talien slips quickly from the couch to retrieve a flask stashed specifically for such a situation. A long, heavy gulp is taken before she holds it out to N'thei, "Want any?" N'thei surely counts his blessings, that must be what the pause and the look he gives Svodriyth his meant to convey. Just ignore that the look is tolerant and amused. "Depends on what's in it." He keeps his voice low as he moves away from the sleeping blue toward the stashed flask, Talien by proxy. "Booze. The best kind... I have a secret stash, you know." Talien replies blithely, "'course I don't just give it to anyone." The flask, still held out, is given a little jiggle which sloshes the liquid inside. "Time's a'tickin'..." Talien quietly drawls. N'thei sidles right up when that revelation is made, eyes rapidly darting between the girl and the flask, the girl and the flask, finally with a break of his expression to a smile thick with charm. "It's a good thing I'm not just anyone then, isn't it? I will make it up to you one way or the other." An oath, a hand held out hopefully. "I'daur'd skin me whole." Talien says, tipping the mouth of the flask in N'thei's direction to offer the bronze weyrling a whiff of something fruity and definitely non-alcoholic. "'sides," she quips, either abandoning the fruit-juice filled flask to him or taking it with her as she approaches his cot, "I'daur drinks an' the last thing I want is to be anything like him." If N'thei had possession of that flask right now, there's a good chance he would be jumping up and down on it maniacally, so crushed is his expression when he gets that whiff, so crestfallen; "Why? Why would you play such a horrible awful spiteful joke?" Tempt not a desperate man: His eyes even sting with tears. "What terrible thing did I do to you?" Talien wasn't expecting such a strong reaction and it most definitely catches her off guard. Glancing at him, her confusion switches rather quickly to guilt. "Geeze, I... I didn't think-" She glances at the flask, hauls in a huge breath, "You know, if it's that bad... maybe you oughta talk to someone. That healer girl... she's got all sorts of ideas to get folks offa the booze." Lips quirking to the right, she adds, "'course if you promise not to tell..." Her eyes lift, searching past N'thei to the Weyrlingmaster's door. N'thei masters himself with a manly swallow of his tears, only swipes at his eyes once before he holds up his palm to stay Talien's further offers. "No. Fool me twice, shame on me. Just know that we might have made friends some day, cruel girl." With his stiff upper lip on, his big shoulders slumped tragically, he mopes back in the direction of his own cot, his forgotten card game. "Hey - I-" The 'I' ends harshly, still confused. Talien bites her lip, draws the flask back to herself and murmurs something before kicking lightly at the end of his press. "I'll be serious this time," Talien tries to convince him as he nears, her voice quiet to elude any prying ears. "Honest. You just gotta promise me something first and then I'll promise you something. That's the deal, you know... when I make it, I won't break it, I swear." She enforces such by drawing an invisible 'x' over her heart. Shaking his head, sitting back down on the end of his cot, starting to pick up his cards, N'thei looks up to Talien with sorrowful eyes. "You go first." Talien hesitates, then leans in close to whisper, "...first..you and me..best ever." Straightening with a serious look and raised brows, Talien awaits his reply. N'thei drags up his eyebrows, leaves them hitched near his hairline while he digests Talien's lowered words. Nearby, I'dyn's jaw drops open to hear just enough of this conversation to form his own conclusions. "Best ever? That's a tall order for nothing but a little girl." The pretense of tragedy fades when N'thei skeptically sizes up Talien. "Little girl?" Talien's guilty expression fades and N'thei is pinned by a withering look. "Listen here, I am anything but little and am most definitely not a gir - oh just shut up!" Annoyed, and abruptly so, Talien flaps a hand in his direction and turns around to tromp back toward her cot. I'dyn's jaw-drop is (fortunately for all) missed. Just as she's about to drop heavily (and pointedly) down onto her stone couch, she reconsiders (Svodriyth being there and all) and settles for the floor. N'thei stands under that withering look, ostensibly to put away his playing cards but with the added bonus of putting him a full 15 inches higher than Talien just before she storms off. "Anything but little?" He follows the girl with his eyes till she drops down out of sight, busies himself with putting his cards into his press and getting himself ready for bed properly. "She plays a nasty joke on me, and she's the one who storms off in a huff." I'dyn ends up with a snicker for all his trouble. Talien isn't quite within earshot and is trying hard to ignore N'thei as is, though the one thing he is is within line of sight and the cards N'thei stashes away become Talien's focus as she tugs on the ends of her hair. Unnoticed is the stirring of Svodriyth upon his couch; the blue straightening from the couch-encompassing slouch to something a little less sloppy. His eyes are narrow slits, lending the illusion he's still asleep but the blue's sides puff with irregular breaths and not the deep, steady rhythm they'd once been. "Stupid boys," is all Talien says. |
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