Logs:Telling
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| RL Date: 6 March, 2013 |
| Who: Brieli, N'rov |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Aishani (Brieli) talks to N'rov about telling everyone who she really is. |
| Where: Brieli and Iesaryth's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 2, Month 3, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Jo/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, K'del/Mentions |
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| It would be winter when Iesaryth has a clutch, when she and Shani both are stuck at High Reaches; though it likely matters much less to the dragon than the rider - at least the dragon sort-of has something to do and mostly doesn't have to deal with the snow, where Aishani is not only dealing with the snow, but a now-only-somewhat divided Weyr, Holder visitors, candidates, staff sick of the candidates, and who knows what else. It's not much of a surprise that she's tried to keep her weyr her own, so still quiet - even moreso without the gold on the ledge, only the light and the drip of water from the bath really indicating anyone's home. Vhaeryth apprises Iesaryth of his landing on her ledge, very carefully, as though she were undergoing some sort of arcane feminine ritual that he might otherwise, somehow, bruise. N'rov enters less cautiously but also less quiety, and once he's offloaded some gear, he follows that drip. His greeting is quiet, a simple, "It's me," unlike some of the voices he's faked for her in the past: boisterous intruders, the odd drudge, and most recently one of her Weyr's Holder visitors. Iesaryth seems amused by that careful touch, the bubbly seafoam of her mind as warm and welcoming as ever, only a little sad that she can't be there or he can't come /there/, though there are ledges, when Hraedhyth is sleep-growling, too tired to be vigilant. The voices in the past might have drawn any number of reactions, but this time, just the thump of gear and the quiet greeting is enough to surprise Shani by the sudden slosh and movement of water; when N'rov's in the doorway, she's just sitting up, blinking as if she might have been asleep, or close to it, hair piled atop her head messily. With a sigh, head in hand, lowly, "Good timing." Then perhaps she'll warn him of, or rather /make him aware of/, that sleep-growling. That pause in 'constant vigilance.' Meanwhile, N'rov's got a slow, appreciative grin for his girl, and he wanders over to steal the towel that's in reach. All the towels that are in reach. "And a good evening to you, too. Good dreams?" For once? Of course she will! When would Iesaryth not like his company, even high above her eggs? Perhaps she could point a few out, though neither queen has deigned to do so yet. Shani can't help but grin back when N'rov's looking at her like that, and once /he's/ in reach, she catches his wrist in wet fingers, giving a little tug like she'd pull him in, clothes and towels and all. "No dreams right then, so good enough. But I don't think the bath is the best place to fall asleep, even if she'd wake me." He has a vague sense that she came from an egg, once upon a time, or at least his rider says so. Perhaps it was similar. Perhaps not. In any case, until then, he'll make himself at home in her weyr, by way of keeping it warm. He might even take a nap. That way, it won't be /as/ lonely for her, for all that it's not the same. "No?" asks the rider tugged that way, eyeing his wrist ike she might whack it off with her pincer-fingers, grinning, then adopting a very somber expression. "I suppose not. By the way, I have braced myself nicely, so don't bother trying to pull me in. It will not do. I might be able to be bribed into giving you a towel, however." That's what she's told as well, but it seems like an odd thing, even if she was so much smaller than she is now. When they hatch, perhaps she will understand a bit better. But for now, they are not terribly interesting. They may listen, but they do not talk back. (And she /appreciates/ Vhaeryth's keeping her spot warm.) "Have you?" she asks, terribly innocent - or at least, as much so as she can manage, especially with dark eyes so bright as she looks up at him. Her other hand reaches for his forearm, as if she might test how well he's braced - but then she just uses him to pull herself from the water. "What sort of bribe do you need for /my/ towels?" "I have," N'rov replies in a still-deep, somber voice, but then he's fighting off a smirk as she pulls herself out and he quickly steps back. "What do you have to offer? I feel compelled to say that not getting me soaking wet, or indeed just about any kind of wet, is a prerequisite." "Give me a towel, and you won't have to worry about getting wet." Shani holds out a hand, not too bothered by being naked, or dripping wet in front of him, though she might have to suppress a little shiver. "Isn't that good enough?" A slow smile. "I don't think so," N'rov tells her. "I think you'll just have to owe me one." And with that, and a shake of his head at her hand, he arranges one towel over her head like a veil... and then when she's distracted, seeks to wrap her up in the other one and haul her off with him. Maybe he won't stay completely dry in the process, but that's a risk that sometimes, in the right cause, a man has to bear. It's not as if Aishani does a whole lot to fight N'rov off in the whole wrapping up and carrying away plan, and at least her /hair/ isn't wet, so that's something. As for what she might owe him... there's a concerted effort in ensuring that they're even. It's not wet, or even damp in her bed at least, where she sits up to pull the few pins from her hair that haven't already come loose. Silent for a moment, /not/ looking at him, she murmurs, "I wish you were here, sometimes." He's silent for a moment or two, then says, quietly, "I wish you were there, sometimes. Out from under all of /this/." Shifting, he props himself up with her pillow as well as his own, the better to look at her with sleepy, thoughtful eyes. "Maybe it's less where that matters. And more being with you." It's not a surprise, but it's still not something that comes easily to her; she stays there for a beat, her back to him, running long fingers through tangled hair. When she slides back down into bed with him, it's close enough to steal a corner of both pillows. "I brought it on myself." "Out of here," N'rov begins, but then moves over just enough so she has room. He's had time to learn that, not just consciously but the way the body knows how much space they take up together. "Shani." It isn't quite /oh, Shani/. The thing he can do is reach for one of those tangles, to delicately coax it apart, even if he can't so readily address the rest. "I'm going to tell them." She says it suddenly, like she's just decided, though she must have been thinking of it for some time. She has been, from their talks, from her letter after she declared herself in charge. With her own touch for his lips, his chin, dark gaze drawn there as her fingertips trace a path, "I'll say you didn't know." "But I did know." His fingers curl into the tangle he's partially freed, but by now he's looking at her expression instead. "Eventually. If they ask, that's one thing, but otherwise, you don't need to make it about me. No affirmative defense. I know you. I know who you were." Leaning in the few inches for a brief kiss, Shani draws back to meet his gaze - calm, though there's a little fear there. The unknown. "I don't know if anyone will ask. If it will matter. But if /your/ people make it about you, I'd never want..." Her hand rests on his cheek, warm. "You know me," she echoes, with a faint smile. "Even when they know my name, they won't know me." Not in the same way. N'rov can kiss her back for that, and does. "If they ask," he says after a little while. "I found out eventually. Don't lie for me, Shani. At least," his own smile's a little lopsided now. "Not about that." He turns his head, angling to kiss her palm this time. "What do you think it will get you? Telling them?" Her tone light, especially for the kisses, "But I'm so good at it." Shani does have a point, but; "I suppose no one would likely believe you were totally unaware anyway." Settling down into the pillow to watch him, his smile, with a fond expression and warm gaze, "I'll be done." A pause. "If they don't know, what point is there to all of this? If /he/ doesn't know, more to the point, but I suppose every person that was /there/ ought to know. Who wanted blood." "And who hasn't taken blood, yet. Have you? At least, you haven't said. 'Don't worry, I wanted blood, but taking over is good enough for me. Relax.'" N'rov's wry with it, leaning back against the pillows, letting her hair slip out of his fingers, keeping much that same warmth in his own voice. A little darker for a moment, "I haven't. Not for this." Shani shifts closer to slide an arm around him, her head against his, lips close to his ear. Trying to regain some humor, "Do you think that would help? Explaining that? I changed my mind, Weyr for my home, we're even now?" After pressing a kiss to his cheek, amused, "Somehow I doubt it." "They'll want to know what you want to do," N'rov speculates, or tries to, what with the murmuring into his ear and all. And the kissing. He lets himself be distracted for another moment, a kiss of his own, but then he shifts to eye her eyes, her nose where he can bump it lightly with his own. "Promise me one thing. When you tell them, make sure there's somebody there who has your back. Literally and not." Trying to be serious with the kissing and the nose bumping is difficult, what with Shani's smile threatening to break free, but she makes a valiant effort. After kissing him back. Softly, "I'll probably say I was too frightened to come here with my own name, even more so with Iesaryth, after everything. That I only want to have my own name again. He won't believe it, but he's not meant to. And..." She kisses the tip of his nose, "I promise. I'd like you there. But there's Jo, if not. I think she'd understand." If there's a flaw in her logic, it's not for her lover to pick it apart. So N'rov says, "When are you thinking? And... would you tell her first, before anyone else? Jo's the... bluerider, I think you said, the fighter," though his glance checks to see whether he's gotten that right. "What about the brownrider, the Acting Weyrleader?" That's Iesaryth's job, really. If there's flaws that can be fixed, holes that /can/ be filled. But this is a woman who would never tell the truth if there's a good lie instead. With a faint smile, "The hatching feast was a thought. Awfully dramatic, but it'd do the job, yes? And that's her." She's thoughtful for a moment before, "I think they'd both... get it. I just don't know how to go about it." A pause. "And if anyone else /is/ poking around, it'll solve the problem of blackmail or worse." "A lot of people from all over, a lot of people emotional," N'rov surmises. He adjusts the overs, starts to lean like he'll swap to his other side, then stays where he is after all, so he can see her. "Definitely, about blackmail, as long as /they're/ safe. As for the other two... unless it's too much lead time, you could call them over right now, get it over with. Well, we could get dressed first, I suppose," and here he must be teasing. "I wonder if that's a good thing or a bad thing. I wonder if that'll make it just... one more thing to happen that night, just oh, Brieli's really Aishani, oh well." She'd wave a hand in the air diffidently, if she weren't wrapped around N'rov. Amused, arching fine brows, "You suppose. I'd hope so. Inviting /Jo/ here right now would give her all kinds of the wrong ideas - most of which I've manage to avoid with her." So far! Arm tightening, possessive even in jest, "You're /mine/. And unless you like sharing..." "Somehow, I don't think so," N'rov begins, and then interrupts her trailing off with his own sudden laugh. "No," but he can tease her, even while leaning into that possessive reach to the point where he might bowl her over instead, "Unless she's hot. What do you think? Would I like her? I'd bet she'd like /you/." Aishani is soooo resistant to being rolled over, now on her back, looking up at him, eyes brightened again. There's a light slap for 'unless she's hot', but she's grinning, telling him, "I've tried not to ask whether she likes me or not. As for you, find out yourself." She's certainly not going to go scoping out the High Reaches ladies for him. "Come here, and stop talking about other girls." Not that she sounds offended, it's just a handy excuse for him to start doing other things. "I'm in no rush," N'rov allows for finding out, the better to grin down at her. Except when she continues, he says, deadpan, "/Now/ I'm in a rush." Except that while he proceeds with those other things, he's tantalizingly, teasingly /slow/. |
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Comments on "Logs:Telling"Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 06 Mar 2013 23:33:47 GMT.
It's a nice set up to see characters talk about their plans for the future. Even better when you get to see not only that, but then the execution of said plan. Doom.
Jolie (Jolie (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 06 Mar 2013 23:50:29 GMT.
I liked this. I love the dynamic between Brieli and N'rov.
And if anyone would understand about dark or dirty pasts and secrets, it's Jo! ;D
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