Logs:Thieving Lizards
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| RL Date: 21 November, 2014 |
| Who: Edyis, Alida |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Pyrite poaches cuddles and a snack, Edyis and Alida catch up |
| Where: Nighthearth |
| When: Day 1, Month 5, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: R'hin/Mentions |
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>---< Nighthearth, High Reaches Weyr(#1549RJ) >------------------------------< With its entrance located between the kitchen and the living cavern, this tiny bubble cavern is cozy, always kept warm and is filled with comfortable chairs and a small round table. At the far end, there's a hearth, outlined in ruddy, aging bricks, where a pot of stew simmers in the evening hours. Generally quiet, the nighthearth is the haunt of insomniacs and those seeking quiet from the bustle of daily Weyr life. -----------------------------< Active Players >----------------------------- Alida F 26 5'7" Athletic, white-blond hair, Clear green ey 7s Edyis F 19 5'4" athletic, brown hair, brown eyes 0s ----------------------------------< Exits >--------------------------------- It is a rare free evening these days that Edyis has off duty from her newest form of employment, though tonight seems to be an exception. Perched by the hearth with a volume or two of records in her lap, she seems more focused on gazing off absently than getting any important reading done. At least the room seems relatively quiet, early enough that most are either in the commons rooms or visiting one of Reaches' two bars. The table beside her holds a pouch containing bits of jerky, a wine glass and bottle just opened to judge from the amount left. Occasionally she pauses to either nibble or sip as need arises though she keeps an eye on the room in periphery.
Pyrite has trained her pet scribe quite well. Edyis doesn't seem to mind at all when she lights on her shoulder, and gives the little beast her due of affection in the manner the little gold indicates via body language with amusement. "I see you are as affectionate as ever." She dutifully sacrifices a single piece of jerky holding it out for Pyrite to take or refuse as she pleases, popping it into her own mouth if refused. "I suppose your master is lingering about nearby?" She asks the creature, her own dark eyes peering about for a sign of the familiar blonde. Oh shells, yes! Not only acceptance, but affection AND food?! Pyrite is in her own type of heaven under Edyis' dotage, the flit trilling soft and warmly as she rubs her cheek against Ed's own, then daintily accepts the jerky treat with a buzzy churr...soon tucking into it. There's a quirk of golden head at the not-scribe's inquiry - the little blighter chewing her noms busily - then a muffled, brisk sound. Good luck interpreting, Edyis...and no, there's still no blonde on her pet's tail. "If only people were as easy to please." She smirks, chuckling at the cheek rubbing, one hand continuing her doting. The free hand settles the volume in her lap and turning the page perusing the contents for possibly the eighth or ninth time, with a sigh, reaching over to take another long sip of the wine. Such pleasure! Petted, talked to, fed...Pyrite makes herself right at home on Edyis' shoulder, making certain not to prick the woman with her rear talons as she eats, occasionally nuzzles her perch. This is the *life*. And it continues being so... until about 4 minutes later, when the sound of swift bootsteps are heard approaching the hearth. It's right about as they carry a slightly-stern-faced Alida into the small cavern that the flit - stuffing the rest of the piece of jerky into her mouth - attempts to burrow beneath Ed's hair at her neck...while still chewing. Maybe it's lucky for Pyrite that Edyis has quite a lot of hair to burrow in, though probably not as lucky for Edyis. "Well, Just the woman I wanted to see," Edyis calls over to the familiar bluerider, hoping that Pyrite disposes of the evidence. Teamwork! Or not so much, as the case might be. "You look grumpier than usual." For a long moment, Alida simply stands there, fists on hips and legs splayed a little, staring darkly at the tips of golden tail and one wingtip peeking out from beneath Edyis' curtain of hair. The bartender might understand the blonde's vexation, though, given the heavily-damp state of her hair and the towel slung over one shoulder. To Ed the bluie first inquires in grumpy tones, "How much?" then jerking her chin at that small pile of jerky. "Only one small one, and it was all she was going to get. She didn't beg either I offered it." The makeshift bartender responds as she begins to understand. "Has she been raiding people's food again? It's just wherry jerky, not much fat content to it, I didn't think a small piece would hurt her." And truthfully Edyis has always felt bad about eating in front of people, or firelizards who are on diets. "Though while you are here." The scribe closes and passes the pair of volumes over. "I figured I would return these." Alida senses the books aren't what they appear, outwardly they look to be poetry, but inside immigration records from Honshu Weyr and hold have been copied. At the bartender's admission, Alida looks at least partially-mollified, though she does peer into Edyis' hair and mutter, "You little ingrate..." at Pyrite, who remains quiet while chewing the last of that jerky. Back up to Ed go the bluerider's luridly-green eyes, and her alto notes briskly, "No...but she was told ta' wait until I got my hair more dried." Apparently someone was too hungry to listen well, beyond a certain point. WIth a blustering sigh, the blonde moves to fetch up a small bowl of the wherry stew over the fire, then returning to Ed as the not-scribe pushes those volumes over. "Thanks..." her alto murmurs with some earnestness, the woman settling herself opposite Ed in a seat, then placing the tomes upon her lap. As she moves by the other female in the process of sitting, the whisper is overheard, a soft grunt of acknowledgement offered. After some moments of lifting a spoon of the stew to lips to blow on it, the bluie mutters only a little sourly, "Oh, come on outta' there, silly. Ain't gonna feed ya to Ilicaeth." Eyeroll. After some checking, Pyrite does indeed emerge from Ed's hair - hopefully not getting too tangled up during such - the gold hopping down to tabletop and stepping slowly over to her pet human and that food. Mine? Chuckling, Edyis studies the escaped firelizard with amusement, brushing her hair back over one shoulder once Pyrite is free to make up for the mess it's now in. "I wondered why she seemed so friendly today." Collecting her wine and pulling her bare feet beneath her, angling herself in the direction of the bluerider. "You seem in better spirits these days, impatient lizards aside." "She's almost always friendly, even without a food bribe..." Alida notes around an exhale, shaking her damp head at the firelizard, then offering the spoonful of stew out to her pet. Carefully, Pyrite tests the offerings, then settles into eating right from the spoon...with at least *some* decorum. Alida remains silent while listening to Edyis, finally replying quietly, "Life goes on... either with 'r without us." Though somewhat grittily pragmatic, the bluerider still seems subtly melancholy. "A very maudlin sentiment, but it is hardly inaccurate." She sighs, sipping her wine with a furrow of her brow. "I am sorry for whatever it is you lost." She adds, softly. Fingertips absently comb through the loose spill of curls over her shoulder, she glances back to the rider. Studying, but not intensely so, the picture of the pair eating from the soup bowl bringing the suggestion of a smile to the younger woman's lips. "Fuck off..." emerges almost automatically from Alida's mouth at Edyis' 'maudlin,' the reflexive rejoinder lacking either verve or anger behind it that might lend it honest punch. Again, there's only a grunt to the bartender's condolences while she continues to scoop up stew, blow on it, and feed her hungry 'lizard, while her free hand absently draws over the surface of that top book. If Ed's expecting conversation, she's likely to be disappointed. "Perhaps when I have an interest in such things." She replies to the off the cuff cursing, unperturbed, pulling over one of the ledger books nearby and flipping it open in her lap. "It may be a while before I have any more music or poetry to trade again, but I will do my best to keep an ear out for new material." The bland look greens give Edyis imply Alida's hardly interested in the other's sex life, an absent pet given to Pyrite's back as she continues feeding the 'lizard. As for the mention of music and poetry, "Whatever ya find'll work. I dun' have a way with words..." Understatement. But her fingers can draw 'poetry' from strings, and this Edyis knows. "How long have you been playing anyway?" She asks, glancing back now, a hint of jealousy to her tone. "It was beautiful to listen to. I never had the skill with instruments, though I always wanted to go to Harper Hall to study." "Since I was 3, I think..." Alida murmurs quietly in answer, her alto measured, though still clipped. Shrug. Not that kids that age are ever great at honestly producing good music. A small head bob comes at Ed's words of Harper, the blonde getting to the gist of things with a murmured, "Why don'cha?" "A girl almost out of her teens? It's a bit late for it don't you think? Then again, it was already too late when I finally had the freedom to." She smiles, "It hasn't been a total loss though, there were so many other interesting things to discover in the world." She smiles, "An early age to start, who first taught you?" Lifting the bottle to refill her glass. "I keep hearin' it's never too late..." Alida replies laconically, though quickly enough, a faint wave of some kind of pain ripples through green eyes before being snuffed out. Shrug. "Don' need ta be a Harper ta pick up musical skills." Point of evidence: the blonde herself...unlikely as it is. Looking up from feeding Pyrite measured bits of chow, the bluie finds herself staring into Ed's dark eyes for some moments before replying low, "My mother." "If only that were always true." She replies softly, though not without empathy. For the words on music, she only nods her assent uncertainly. Though it is the last revelation that seems to stir something undesirable in the dark haired woman. There is a beat before Edyis replies gently, " She must have been a talented woman if her daughter's talent is anything to judge by." Yes, if only it were. There's a small bob of damp, pale head again to Ed's words, the blonde quietly noting, "There's the WeyrHarper..." If Edyis is so inclined. Alida's revelation and her subsequent response to it have the bluerider lofting one brow slightly at the other female, as if to subtly coax her on, though the older woman replies with a faintly sarcastic, "You tryin' ta' buddy up ta me, Ed?" Snert. "She was able ta hold a tune...an' that's about it. Her talent was mostly in the scribe department." A trill from the near-sated Pyrite coaxes out a low, "Father had raw talent. Taught 'imself guitar...but never had the urge ta learn ta read music." "I know better." She remarks to the sarcasm with a dark smirk. Her voice softens, and there's some small hint of emotion which flickers briefly as she asks, "Is that why you love to play, because it reminds you of him?" "Good girl..." the bluerider replies with mixed arch sarcasm and dark humor, then honestly snorting aloud at Edyis' inquiry. "Hardly..." is noted in somewhat scathing fashion, Alida rolling her eyes again, then looking back to her pet as Pyrite finishes the last bites of stew. "I play 'cause it's...it feels good. Right." Whatever fleeting thing had been there is gone with the response, replaced with a sardonic smile, that becomes genuine with the last explanation. "A good reason as any, better reason than most I guess." Now that Pyrite's done eating, Alida takes the time to run a finger around inside the bowl, and lick it clean from the scant leftovers of the stew once inside, while the sated flit pads over to the less-active human - in this case, Edyis - and attempts to crawl back up to that formerly-vacated shoulder, if not stopped. "Maybe the best reason uv' all..." the blonde murmurs after looking back up to note her pet's wanderings. "The best reason of all, I can drink to that." She responds chuckling as the little lizard returns to the perch and resumes her obligations to share the love. "Did you like the whiskey by the way? I wasn't sure what to get you for your turn day, another knife seemed impersonal. I hope Ilicaeth didn't accidentally knock it off his ledge." There's simply easy silence between the two women for some moment, until Alida looks into Ed's eyes to riposte, "It was good." Is there some honest warmth beneath the casual alto and that crooked little smirk-smile? "Figured you were one uv' the few ta have access ta the Records ta find out." Pause. "Thanks." Snigger. "He came close..." She laughs, "I was afraid of that. I would have knocked but." Dragon drool, is not something a person willingly invites twice. "You are quite welcome." She grins, pleased. She nudges the little gold at her shoulder a moment before attempting gently to pick her up, with the intent depositing her in the bluerider's lap. "The wine is finally kicking in though. I need to go to bed before I fall asleep in here and wake up with a stiff neck." "But I need ta get a door, like the ol' man..." ALida chimes in. The old man? Snork. Fed and happy, the similarly-drooping Pyrite allows herself to be gently deposited back upon her usual 'home base,' the gold churring pleasantly at Edyis, then carefully crawling up behind the blonde's damp hair, at neck. "Sleep decently..." the usually-terse bluerider notes to the other female, then nodding before she rises - scooping those books up into her protective arms - then soon departs. |
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