Logs:The Hand Off
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| RL Date: 9 October, 2015 |
| Who: Farideh, Rategar |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Farideh gives Rategar a new knot. |
| Where: Stables, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 15, Month 13, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Jo/Mentions |
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| At this time of the early evening, the stables are still busy with stablehands running around. Some are bringing in runner beasts, some are cleaning up stalls in preparation of them - and then there's Rategar. For the moment, he's busy eating a redfruit as he watches one of the runners brought in. One could say he's being lazy on the job since he looks quite comfy leaning up against the wall against a broom handle. If anything, he looks like he's in charge. It may be early yet, but the weather outside of dark and torrential; not to mention short of freezing. Anyone who treks through that is bound to be missing a few marbles, desperate, or-something else, altogether. Farideh looks less than pleased when she ducks into the stables, clutching the edges of her coat tight around her chest. Her hood -- cleverly attached to her overcoat -- is soaked against her head and her boots are muddy. "High Reaches," the goldrider hisses under her breath, before turning her annoyed gaze on the stables at large, taking in the myriad faces; searching. A woman entering the stables - especially one dressed like Farideh - is sure to be taken notice of. Many of the stablehands working pause to look at the commotion entering, her greeting getting a murmur in return. Rat merely watches. "Is there anything we can do for you, ma'am?" one of the younger boys step away to approach her, his tone carefully polite. "We were just bringing in all the runners, er....so, if you're looking to ride...." Rat's bite into his fruit has an audibly crunch. "Ride?" The brunette almost laughs, but doesn't. "I'm looking for someone named Rategar? I'm told he goes by Rat sometimes? I hardly believe that. Someone preferring to go by that nickname," Farideh says, carefully pulling down her hood and fluffing her hair from its flattened state. "Is he here?" Hazel eyes continue their unhurried perusal of the stables, and even take in Rategar, watching from his post against the broom; she seems unimpressed on the whole. Farideh laughs, and a few of the boys close by are taken in by it enough to gawk. "Umm, Rat?" the boy stablehand blinks once, looking her over as if he really couldn't believe his ears in hearing the woman asking for that one. "Uh. He's over there." He gestures and points right back towards where Rategar lounges, at leisure with his redfruit. Many of them are now looking between the two of them, much of the idle chatter having died down in favor of being generally nosy. He himself does manage to hear his own name; enough so to pierce Farideh with a look as he calls out, "Women seeking me out for a change," in a heavy Bitran accent. "My luck must be starting to change." The surprise and general confusion of the stablehands earns the raising of Farideh's brows in sharp contrast. Over there, and her eyes follow, raking Rategar with a derisive look. "Don't," as she starts to walk towards him, unbuttoning her overcoat one button at a time with her right hand and holding up her left hand in the stop signal, "get your hopes up. I'm here to offer you something." Obviously, she either doesn't understand how she sounds or doesn't care. It's only when Rat speaks that the stablehands reluctantly return to their tasks - and one can be sure that those lingering nearby are there for eavesdropping purposes. Rat takes that derisive examination with a smile that's clearly 'come hither' in nature. Watching her approach and speak, "If you're naked under there," and he nods down towards the unbuttoning of that coat, "we should probably take this somewhere more private." It seems he's completely glossed over what she had said initially. Meeting her gaze, "Offer me something, huh? What might that be?" It's obvious that he thinks it's sex by the way he's eyeing those fingers on those coat buttons now. "Naked?" Now, Farideh laughs outright and comes to a stop unconventionally close, leaning forward just a bit to mock-whisper at him, "You don't want your friends to see?" Her eyelashes bat dramatically a scant second before she swings one side of her coat open and digs in the inner pocket, from which she produces a simple white knot. "For some reason, you have friends looking out for you here, because from the looks of it, you don't have the work ethic to make a decent rider." Disdainfully, she gives him another one of those head-to-toe glances. "Rat." Rat. When Farideh leans forward, Rat does as well. "I don't think I would want to share you," he admits in a mock return whisper, his grin indulgent. "Going to tell me your name?" That is, until she produces the white knot. There's an audible gasp somewhere in that stable for it. It's a testament to the fact that he knows he's connected since there's no change in reaction to it on his face. At her words upon producing it, he straightens up with his fruit as he states, "I'm probably the best one you'll have. Do you enjoy judging people at first glance?" He steps forward, closing the distance between them. At the gasp, Farideh's head turns to the side, lending an ear towards the sound, but she doesn't turn to actually see who made it. "Are you telling me you don't know?" She doesn't look surprised, though her expression does sour at having to explain herself to him. "Farideh." Impatient. "Goldrider." One hand swishes flippantly in the air. "My dragon's eggs you'll be standing for." Pause. "And Niahvth's." His attempt to close the gap between them has her trying to step back, eyeing him mistrustfully. "I don't need to glance at you to know what kind of person you likely are. We both know who got you that knot," she tells him, chin lifting, arms crossing. "I haven't been here all that long to get to know all of the Reaches' beauties," Rat notes casually, taking another bite into his redfruit. "Give me time. I would've gotten to you." She does give her name, though, and when he looks around, it's to shocked faces at his demeanor. "Oh you're Farideh," he says, eyeing her closely now. "My apologies, Weyrwoman," though, notably, he doesn't look that sorry. "I didn't know. I'm curious to know what kind of man you think I am, though. I've noticed the women here love to give their opinions about me a lot." But, yes. Rat knows who got him the knot, and he leans forward to murmur for her ears only, "A manly, but good woman, she is. It fills my heart with pride to know there's someone here looking out for me and caring about my welfare." The whole time Rategar talks Farideh's eyes are narrowed, and it's only when he's finished does she hold the white knot out in front of his face with both hands, pulled tight. "Do you want it or would you rather I stuff it in your mouth? You do seem to love to talk to hear yourself speak," she says unkindly, with a smile to match. Someone snorts, and Rat looks in the boy's direction as he takes up the knot. "I do," he is open to admit it. "I think I have a great voice. You'll get used to it." He tosses the remaining fruit into one of the stalls for a runner as he holds up the white knot and he gestures for her to proceed him. "You lead, I follow," he tells her, his smile far too easy. Once the abhorrent knot is out of her hands, and safely into his, Farideh looks a little relieved, if guilty as she tucks hair behind her ears and glances around self-consciously. "You can't find it on your own?" She sounds disgruntled because she is, though she's loath to have him following. "It's near enough the resident quarters for you not to get lost," she points out, already slipping her hood back on and adjusting her hair underneath. "You don't want to give me the grand tour?" is what Rat is returning with, a brow lifting at Farideh. "And hear I thought we could spend more time together. With all of this teasing...." Who was teasing? He steps pass her then, the large man handing his broom over to one of the stablehands as he says to them, "Looks like you buggers are on your own for a little while. Don't cause too much trouble while I'm gone, okay?" "That is not what my job is. You can find one of the assistant headwomen if you need a tour." Farideh's answer is brisk, and though she stays in place long enough to watch him hand off the broom, she's quickly walking towards the stable's exit. "Regretfully, I'm sure we'll meet again." She gives him another displeased glance and sighs, hugging her coat to her body as she steps out from the dry shelter of the stable and into the rain outside. Taking her rejection in stride (this man must be one used to it by now), "It wouldn't be nearly as exciting," Rat says in return, watching the goldrider with a heavy air. "We'll meet again. Farideh." He lets her leave then without following along, choosing to stick around the stables until the rain eventually lets up and the newly-minted candidate departs for the barracks. |
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Rategar (19:53, 9 October 2015 (PDT)) said...
This is a very suggestive title. Rat approves heartily.
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