Logs:Tall Tales

Tall Tales
RL Date: 31 October, 2015
Who: Edyis, Kisva

Type: Log
What: Maryam meets Yesia.
Where: Nighthearth, High Reaches Weyr
When: Day 25, Month 2, Turn 39 (Interval 10)






It's late in the evening, and the nighthearth is sparsely occupied by the usual groups of people, some working on mending, others catching a late meal from the stew pot. Edyis herself is settled in one of the seats nearest the fire, still clad in her flight gear. A green firelizard sleeps on the back of her chair, and a still steaming mug of klah rests on a table close at hand. In her lap is a stack of what might be letters; Edyis leafs through them, but they only partially hold her attention. The dark-eyed woman glancing about on occasion to study those around. "They were this big," exclaims a teenage girl's voice from the corridor outside, the arms that acccompany her grandiose words just as gesticulatingly big. It's a voice that interrupts the silence of a sparsely occupied room and garners a few eyes upward. Whatever happens outside, it's a lanky, nearly all-limbs girl sauntering in alone and with a heavy, exasperated sigh, she drops into a chair right next to Edyis. So close. There's no belief in personal space here. "Hey, hey!" says Kisva, in a way to catch Edyis's attention, "Ever have those friends you just wish you could throw into a lake some days? Faranth!" Those dark eyes lift from the letters and focus, the faintest lift of both brows at the sudden introduction of noise. Even the dozing lizard peels back a pair of lids to study the girl. "I am almost afraid to ask what the transgression was." The former scribe notes with an easy smile curling on her lips. "Sounds like quite the story though." All-Limbs tangles them all up somehow, arms crossed, legs crossed and then stretched oooooooooooooout, far away from her torso. "He won't believe that I killed a tunnelsnake this," Kisva's crossed arms suddenly part, wide, "Big. Down in the tunnels the other night. Said I'd have kept a trophy if I had, but you tell me, why'd anyone want to keep a trophy of a tunnelsnake, right? I'm right." She's always right. "If he doesn't believe a word I say when I tell him, I swear on Faranth's golden arse! Then I ask you, why should we even be friends? Right?" Edyis listens silently, appraisingly, and as the girl continues that smile grows a little sharper. "Truly? I'm surprised then, usually the ones that large stay together and tend to be rather poisonous." Leaning over the arm of her chair, the letters settled to the side for a moment. "The teeth actually make for a fine necklace. I have one that a friend made. We could find the skull and pry them out, He could weave them into something for you possibly." Her tone lacking any trace of skepticism or disbelief. "I suppose that depends, does it bother you that much that he doesn't believe you?" "Oh, whatever," says Kisva, shaking her head with exasperation at the sheer logic of it all. Her arms throw up too, and she's quiet for the shortest amount of time to look about the room. "Quiet in here at night, ain't it? Can't hear my own thoughts, it's so quiet." Edyis doesn't bother masking her disappointment. Perhaps expecting more of a story, or perhaps not, when the silence is again pierced the brownrider gives a thoughtful glance around the cavern. "I suppose this late it can be a bit dull. What do you normally do when it's too quiet to hear yourself think?" She wonders placidly. Kisva flashes Edyis something that's a cross between a broad grin and a smirk. "I hunt for tunnelsnakes." The girl gets up and stalks to study the hearth, her head poking towards the pot and flinching when steam curls right up into her face. "What d'ya do here? Why are you reading? What are you reading?" The last question reminds her of her companion, and she ambles over to try and peer over the rider's shoulder. "Mm, you should be careful then." The papers are settled in such a way as the contents aren't easily glimpsed, "I fly Snowdrift typically." Edyis answers with a smirk, "And as to the why because it was quiet in here and I found it easier to concentrate." She laughs, "As to the what, just a few dusty letters about boring things like crops and trade. Nothing really interesting, and certainly not as interesting as tunnelsnakes." She pauses, "I don't think I caught your name." Kisva shrugs. "Most people call me hey you, but I guess if you want, you can call me Maryam." But names are so boring. She ties to catch a glimpse of those obscured documents and when it seems a futile exercise, shakes her head, rolls her eyes expressively and reclaims her seat, but this time, turning the chair around so she can straddle it, tipping it forward to look at Edyis. "What's your name? You're a dragonrider?" "Yesia of Green Aeaeth." The brownrider notes, with faint amusement. Watchful, studying. "So you hunt tunnelsnakes, and don't like the quiet Maryum what other things do you do for fun." Leaning in conspiratorially. "I deliver the mail," says Kisva, giving up on Edyis's documents in its entirety. She puts her heads behind her neck, elbows out and whistles airily. "When they found out I could read good, they put me to work sorting out all the mail that comes in here. You lot get a lot of mail for people with mindreading dragons attached to your heads. Is it true your dragon can read your mind? Is it true that you have sex with anyone your dragon makes you once a month? You're a greenrider right? Are they really all whores?" Something causes a faint twitch in the brownrider's smile, her eyes glittering with amusement. "I bet you read all kinds of interesting and embarrassing things delivering the mail." For the talk of dragons and sex there's a nose wrinkle, "More like four times a year usually, but Aeaeth has moods." There's a flip of her braid with the assertion, "And of course all greenriders aren't whores, are all mail people so nosy?" Putting on an offended air. Kisva is unable to mask her absolute disappointment in Edyis's response, whether it's from what the dragonrider says or how it's spoken. She sniffs and tosses her head, the curls bouncing cheerfully. "Aw shucks, Yesia, I was just asking. I mean, I can't help what I hear and," another sniff concludes that unfinished thought. "Well, I'll be seein' ya around." The lanky girl rises, pushing the chair back down and backing away from it. Edyis seems determined to remain offended, but there's a shrug, "Maybe." Is the brownrider's only answer, but she does watch the girl as she departs shaking her head to herself and smiling when she thinks Kisva's not looking. The letters are shuffled and she resumes her reading.

Comments

Yesia (11:19, 1 November 2015 (PST)) said...

Edyis, you fuck.

Edyis (11:45, 1 November 2015 (PST)) said...

-whistles-

Silva (12:42, 1 November 2015 (PST)) said...

I'm dead now. Just dead.

Alida (17:39, 1 November 2015 (PST)) said...

Hahahahahahahahaha! I want to see Yesia's reaction when this finally comes around to her. ;)

V'ret (18:00, 1 November 2015 (PST)) said...

Two Yesias! I can't see any way that could possibly be a problem.