Logs:The Twain Meet
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| RL Date: 12 July, 2014 |
| Who: G'laer, Laghnei, Oliwer, Teisyth, Cerzoth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: G'laer's Two Most Important People finally meet. |
| Where: Bookworm's Paradise Weyr (G'laer & Oliwer's), High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 25, Month 3, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: B'gherio/Mentions, Gallania/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated. Laghnei by Telavi (many thanks!) |
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| It wasn't until G'laer felt sure that Oliwer wasn't going to leave him again (at least not imminently) that he re-broached the topic of Laghnei and Oliwer finally meeting. Laghnei's laugh and comment about wanting to meet the man whose actions had gifted her with so much quality time with her brother on her couch was enough for the greenrider to make a plan. He'd had a number of ideas, which Laghnei thankfully shot down as blithely as breathing, and in the end it was decided that they'd have drinks at G'laer's and Oliwer's weyr. Intimate and flexible in duration in case they really, really hated each other. Teisyth is anxious in her excitement for Cerzoth's arrival, alternating prancing about the ledge with looking out into the bowl for signs of the blue. Within, G'laer has the kettle on and an assortment of offerings (maybe he robbed the living cavern blind?) on the table. It's easy to tell that G'laer doesn't formally host often and that he really has no idea how to go about it; but there are snacks and any kind of drink you could want occupying the entire surface of the table. He even dressed nicely for the occasion. It's quite a risk, what with Laghnei and Oliwer both being such hatin' people. When Cerzoth does show up, he's hard to spot unless Teisyth's looking straight up; the big blue's descending as close to the cliff as he can, though detouring for a ledge or two is required, and for once he's doing it quietly. Which isn't to say that wingflaps and shadows mightn't be noticeable once he gets lower; whenever the green does react, she'll get a booming, « Who're you looking for? » Laghnei has a surprise of her own, as she'll prove when she enters; she grins at her brother and admires the table before passing over her... ... ...flowers, a great armful of them, because apparently neither sibling does this sort of thing halfway. Luckily, there's also a bottle of wine, even if that means it's less for her brother and more for her brother's weyrmate-- for whom she's looking around. « Oh, hi Cerzoth! » This is entirely distracted. The punchline doesn't come until, « I'm just waitin' for-- Cerzoth! » Teisyth jumps and then wiggles about to face him. Best. Surprise. Ever! (To Cerzoth from Teisyth) Is it any wonder that G'laer has no idea what to do with the flowers that are presented to him? He takes them with an awkward smile for his sister. The wine is received with more aplomb. It's when he sees that looking, that he turns back toward her from where he found a spot for the wine on the table to smile reassuringly. "I'm sure he'll be here soon. Probably just got held up in the infirmary or something..." Is it that he sounds unconvincing because he himself is unconvinced? Not that Oliwer shied away from meeting his mother, but it's not like Gallania gave him much of a chance to run before she descended upon them and their lovely afternoon. The healer had ample warning that Laghnei was coming. Cerzoth tramps heavy-footed-- thud, thud, thud-- towards her, his wings fanned all dramatically... even though, at some angles, they might now bear an odd resemblance to one of those dark blue flowers' petals. « Teisyth! » Of course it is. He specializes in awesome surprises, and if others have short memories, so much the better! (To Teisyth from Cerzoth) If he had known, that might have said something about Oliwer's-- the missing Oliwer's-- influence right there. Laghnei ambles around, checking out the furniture and furnishings for signs of the healer's renewed presence. "He probably did," she's amenable to agreeing. Though a short while later, "You're sure he's not hiding?" Stepping back a couple paces, she checks under the table, then around the corner towards G'laer's desk. "Or maybe," casting a grin over her shoulder, "he's invisible. You've planted all this evidence." See, she knows a buzzword or two. G'laer gives his favorite sister the eye for her pretended search. "He'll be here." The greenrider's arms cross over his chest, which is a sign that as ever her ribbing has hit just the right tender spot to get under his skin just the right amount. "Of course he'll be here," Laghnei agrees all too readily, her gaze floating up towards the ceiling. Either of the riders might be alerted to the elevator dragon dropping Oliwer off on the ledge. And if not, it's shortly after that the healer is in the weyr with his apologies, "I'm here! I'm here. I'm sorry. Someone came in at the last minute and everyone else was busy." So of course he stayed to do his job. But now that he's done his apologizing and he's put his things down, he turns to the woman and smiles with his typical warm smile. "You must be Laghnei. It's so nice to finally meet you." G'laer's expectant look toward the ledge says he knows, given that Teisyth scuttled past Cerzoth to stand in her wallow to make room enough for the elevator dragon to drop him off. Of course, this simply afforded her the opportunity to show Cerzoth all her favorite things. Even if he's seen them before. Who can remember these things? Not Teisyth! His eyes move over Oliwer in a way that is turns of habit in the making: an assessment. What evidence is available to his eyes to support or deny Oliwer's words. Not that that's of importance just now unless there's something highly irregular. Now he's moving to stand near Oliwer. An awkward moment later, he's claiming one of the healer's hands. See? His weyrmate is real. And they're really weyrmates who love each other and stuff. There's a warm smile from Laghnei in return, and so far, the healer seems to be escaping a head-to-toe looking-over; her gaze stays with his through, "Well met indeed, Oliwer." Perhaps they might have crossed paths in the infirmary, Laghnei bringing in a wingmate needing attention, but this is in a rather different capacity. Of course, when G'laer moves over, when hand touches hand, she doesn't hold back a smile as she regards them both. "Yes, G'laer, I will report to the girls. I understand you've met our mother already, Oliwer?" Meeting a healer in an infirmary doesn't really count. It's known. Oliwer glances down at his hand when G'laer takes it, but his attention returns to Laghnei as he says, "Oh, yes. Lovely woman." He doesn't even sound like he's being sarcastic. He might just be going for polite. And then he frowns just noticeably and adds, "I'm not sure I made a very good first impression. She hasn't been back since." G'laer's eyes narrow a bit at the bluerider only one turn his senior. "I'm beginning to think I've made a mistake in inviting you here." Because surely his best-friend, confidant and blood relation needs an invitation, right? He entwines his fingers with Oli's, but she can't scare him, so there. "If I'd known he could get me out of monthly family dinners, I'd've weyrmated him sooner." The greenrider adds in reference to Gallania and Oliwer's meeting. G'laer may or may not be kidding, just now it's hard to tell. Laghnei gives over contemplating Oliwer to turn her head towards her brother, her whistle this time not the piercing whistle to grab one's attention across the Bowl, nor friendly admiration of the sort that doesn't get directed at siblings, but something more than half amazed. Still, "Getting sick gets you out of dinners too, but I'm hoping he's much more fun. Now, Oliwer..." There are friendly crinkles about her grey-blue eyes. "If it bothers you, visit her before she can visit you again. That way you get a plus for her not having to chase you down, you get to choose the time and place, and best of all, you can head off without running away from your own weyr. Or, have you thought about meeting the big guy first, G'laer?" That comment from the greenrider earns a brief, slightly narrow-eyed, look from Oliwer. Probably more for the weyrmating than G'laer's mother. Though it's his mother that he comments on, closing his fingers around G'laer's, "She was being a bit unpleasant." That's his explanation for Laghnei, though she might not need it. Maybe she hasn't met her mother. He can't be sure. "I don't entirely understand why any of this is necessary. You don't want to meet my parents, do you, G'laer?" That's likely supposed to be less of an actual question and more an attempt to point out that it's a little ridiculous, the ritualistic meeting of family members. "No." G'laer answers Oliwer of his parents. "But I don't live in the same place as your parents. And you might actually like Dad." For the record. "He's a good man." A man G'laer respects, says his tone. "And you're meeting Laghnei," not that Oliwer probably meant to bring this into question, "because you two are the most important people in my life, so you should know each other." He abandons Oliwer then as he moves toward the table, "Laghnei brought your favorite wine, Oli." He holds it up before uncorking it. "Laghnei, wine?" He offers their guest first. "She takes some getting used to. We're still working on it," Laghnei says of their mother, with a roll of her eyes that's less teenager and more comfortable good humor. The bluerider stays out of the parents-dilemma, a convenient excuse to set into her brother's provisions, which means that she has the rest of her current snack with which to toast Oliwer when G'laer starts talking about their importance. Wine, however, is better; "Always." Which, while not precisely true, is valid inasmuch that her brother knows when to not ask her. "Important people are different. They don't have to be family to be important to someone. I didn't mean to imply that I haven't wanted to meet you, of course." The last is offered to Laghnei. And then Oliwer is grinning pleasantly. "If I can look forward to you bringing my favorite wine on occasion, we might need to make this a regular thing." She will soon become quite important to him as well if his favorite wine is involved. "And Laghnei, let it not be forgotten," G'laer directs to Oliwer as he pours the glasses, mischief suddenly alive in his eyes, "is one of her daughters." He's ready to avoid a swat from his sister, if only for the sake of the wine, and too, offer a glass as a gesture of peace before he's leaning to hand Oliwer his glass and picking up his own. "To my important people," he offers in toast, his smile affectionate for both weyrmate and favorite sister. "May we all have many happy turns together." |
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