Logs:To Getting Out
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| RL Date: 8 September, 2009 |
| Who: K'del, P'ax |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'del and P'ax chat. They really have managed to ease away the one-time awkwardness. For now. |
| Where: Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 13, Month 9, Turn 20 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: C'sel/Mentions |
| Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr The Snowasis is rarely quiet, and even then, the high-ceilinged former weyr is kept from echoing by the fantastical booths tucked into its convoluted perimeter. The secluded seating spaces have been shaped from the truncated stalagmites that escaped the smoothing of the main floor, and are both softened and separated by colorful hangings that are thick and opaque enough to make each corner its own private nook. Some of the smaller stalactites still roam the ceiling, their jagged teeth tracing a bumpy, inverted spine to the hearth. There, a thick rug with a low klah table and comfortable armchairs and couches sit, their upholstery and cushions changed sporadically to match the season: bright, light colors in the summer, fresh greens and yellows in the spring, warm autumnals in fall, and clear, rich hues for winter. Small tables litter the rest of the cavern, enough to fit up to four people each, while stools stand along the smooth wooden bar behind which is the passthrough window to the kitchen. Glass-paneled cabinetry behind the bar provides a clear view of the available liquors, the many colors reflecting the soft light of glows tucked into strategic niches around the cavern. Given the rain, perhaps it's no surprise that the Snowasis is doing a roaring trade this evening between those eating and those drinking, not to mention the card-players, and the rest. Amidst the throng, K'del's in what looks like the last stages of a meeting with Sisha, his Wingsecond, though he seems to have been doing almost entirely listening. With a snapped salute, the older woman tells him, "Sounds good, Sir. See you in the morning for drills, then," then turns to stride away, leaving the bronzerider - and his half-finished beer - alone at the table. P'ax is soaked when he appears in the Snowasis, so he's probably spent a considerable amount of time out there in the rain. The hearth is more his destination, at least while he's stripping out of his jacket. K'del's presence here draws the line of his gaze and his chin jerks knowingly. Somewhere outside, Yyth's reaching out for Cadejoth to see if he's unoccupied. He glances at the fireplace longingly and then sighs, redirecting course. "Hey." Quietly offered as his hand reaches to fold his fingers over the back of an empty chair, leaning on it. Cadejoth is, indeed, unoccupied, luxuriating in the rain as it waterfalls down onto his ledge from those higher up - what fun! Yyth gets an exuberant greeting, metal slick with water and more of a staccato drum-beat than ever. "P'ax!" K'del looks, for a moment, outright surprised, and then, sounds concerned; "Should go dry yourself off. Don't want to get sick, right?" His head tips towards the hearth, encouragingly. "Can join you, if you want. Guess summer is long gone, huh?" « Can I join you...? » The darkness uncurls to envelope him. K'del's offered a tiny ghost of a smile. "Riders don't get sick," he points out dryly and then nods his head. "Was going there, saw you instead. Thought I should say hi. You looked... alone." Which is better than 'you looked like you weren't having any fun'. "Yeah, time to pull out the winter clothes, huh?" « Do! » Cadejoth extends an image of the rain-swept world as seen from his ledge, positively delighted. « We can splash together! » "Riders do too get sick," insists K'del. "Look at Eila. Rather not lose another rider for half a turn odd." He ignores, perhaps rather pointedly, the comment on his aloneness, and insted draws himself out from his seat and grabs up his mug, evidently intending to follow the greenrider towards the hearth. Or lead him there; either way. "Mm. Going to miss the warmth, though at least we can visit it, I guess." And so Yyth is more than happy to oblige, appearing like a wraith from the murky rain-driven darkness. Splashing, curling up into his warmth, it's all good to her. "Just don't want to lose a rider?" he teases, allowing himself to be led, or lead, whichever way you want to see it. "That we can, which reminds me. Given any thought to that Turnday trip? At this rate we'll be celebrating Cadejoth and Yyth's Turnday more than our own." A bit of both, then: more splashing, some curling up, and throughout all of it, Cadejoth's infectious enthusiasm. "Sure, that's my /only/ concern," teases K'del in response, on his way towards the hearth. Though he's completely dry, he still lifts his free hand to warm it in front of the flames. "Shells. Sorry, keep intending to-- soon. Promise. Time just keeps running past, you know?" Yyth waits til they're both sopping wet before really hunkering down, curled up around him. Fun, fun. "Hey, don't worry about it," says P'ax with a laugh. "I know you're busy." He hangs his wet coat up near the fire and puts his back to the fire to dry that part off first. This means he has to turn his face over his shoulder to look at K'del. "Where should we go?" Cadejoth extends his wing to cover her, though more as a gesture of companionship than to actually protect her from the rain: they've already established that the rain is fun, after all. "Mm. Feel bad, though. Too busy for all kinds of things, and it sucks." Transferring his mug to his other hand, he considers the hearth for a moment before he adds, "Nerat? Southern? Boll? Hm. Not sure." In turn, Yyth turns her head up under his chin, pressing her muzzle into his chest. « Nobody cuddles as well as you do, » Yyth decides wistfully. "Sucks, yeah," repeats P'ax, grimacing. "Liked it when we could just take off anywhere. Or at least they could." The dragons. "Been awhile since we went to Nerat. Southern or Boll would be a change, though." « I always, » almost, « have time to cuddle you, Yyth, » insists Cadejoth, lowering his head head against hers as his tail curves around towards her. « Iovniath doesn't cuddle. » Pity. "Me, too," agrees K'del, turning his back to the hearth and taking a sip of his drink. "Simpler. More fun. Intended to see most of Pern, back then. Now-- almost only ever leave to see my family, or local Holders, or other Weyrleaders." He sounds mopey. "Let's see how we go, anyway. Maybe we'll have a preference, when the time comes." Yyth doesn't say Iovniath is a cold-hearted bitch. Dragon treason. But she sort of thinks it, in some sleepy dying tendril of thought well-hidden under long layers of contentment. « Maybe tomorrow afternoon, once drills are over? » she suggests. P'ax decides the back of him is dry enough to sit down on the couch close by to finish the drying process in comfort. "Might at that. Some weird stuff going on down south. Might want to avoid it, given who you are, I suppose." Either Cadejoth is ignoring that tendril of thought, or perhpas he simply doesn't notice, so contentedly does he snuggle against the green. Though, of course, his tail continues to twitch. « I can't think of any reason not to, » he decides, brightly. K'del follows after P'ax to take a seat at the other end of that couch, shifted around so that he can face the greenrider. "Weird stuff? Like what?" « Good, » responds Yyth simple and twines her tail loosely around his twitching one. P'ax puts his back against the arm of the couch, curving one knee to cross his calf across the cushion. "I'm not sure exactly. I'd heard Fort was having troubles with some of the Holds again, just mumblings though from a few riders who make it up here. I don't know if Boll's involved though, didn't hear which Holds exactly." "Fort," K'del nods ruefully. "Of course. Have heard something, vague, about that. Hope it's nothing serious." His gaze slides across towards the distance, as though, briefly, he's deep in thought on something. "Least ours are quiet, for the moment. No problems with Crom, or rogue traders, or anything." P'ax just nods his head wearily over it all. "Yeah, well, we're due some peace, don't you think? Hear told there was plenty of trouble - yeah, Crom." His eyes roll and then he tips his head lazily back on the arm of the couch. "Think Yyth has found her replacement while Cadejoth's not chasing her," he notes idly. "She and Corvinth went flying earlier. C'sel is...an interesting man." "Reckon we are," agrees K'del, firmly. "Let's hope we didn't just jinx things by saying that, of course." He drains the last of his drink in a single swallow, setting the mug down on the floor beside him as he adjusts himself to a position that is, presumably, more comfortable. "Oh?" And then, "C'sel-- interesting. Yes. That's a word for it. Pleasant, but a little strange. His father's less distant; they seem a strange pair." That's all equally idle. P'ax stretches out a lazy hand to rap his knuckles against the nearest wooden surface. "We're covered," he says. "Corvinth and he are definitely...different from each other. I think he's glad Corvinth didn't win the last flight, even if he didn't admit to it. He seemed worried about hurting me." Amusement grabs at his mouth, pulling it tight in one corner. "Oh? I didn't realize you knew his father. I don't even know who his father is." K'del looks amused, at the wood-rapping, head bobbing in a brief gesture that could easily be construed as thanks. "Don't know Corvinth much at all; he and Cadejoth haven't had much to do with each other, so far as I can see, but-- hm." His brows raise at this idea of 'hurting' P'ax, but he asks no questions, instead explaining, "Met him at the Nabol gather, couple of months ago. Bought them both a drink. They're Nabolese. Works in the orchards, if I remember correctly. Talks a little more, at least." P'ax mms. "He's pretty cocky, from what Yyth told me. Likes her a lot, C'sel says." But he shrugs his shoulders away on that and ahs. "Okay. Yeah, not really sure why C'sel's so bottled up. I don't know if I /want/ to know why or of it's something I should just leave alone. You know, not because he's not a nice guy, but because he might be hiding some trouble you don't want to be involved in." K'del, shaking his head, decides, "Reckon it's just the way he is. No big drama, no deep dark secrets. Just... like that. But," he adds hastily, "Don't actually know him all that well, so, grain of salt and all that. Respect him, though. Solid, steady guy. Good for the weyrlings, I bet." He reaches unconsciously for his empty mug, then sets it down again a moment later, reminded of how empty it is. "Anyway. Glad Corvinth is keeping Yyth entertained." "Probably right. I just find the silent type a little...nervous-making. When I was silent, it was because I was hiding things. But I suppose it isn't fair to project that on other people, is it?" P'ax notices the movement of the mug and asks, "Would you like another?" No further comment on Corvinth keeping Yyth company, he hasn't decided if the brown is a good influence on her yet or not. K'del's head bobs along with what P'ax has to say, but he says only, and in a mild tone, "Maybe he'll thaw out more when you get to know him better. Who knows." He glances down at his mug again, hesitantly, and then nods: "If you're getting up-- sure. But otherwise, can probably do without." "I can get it for you," P'ax reassures coolly, and then leans to take K'del's mug off the floor. He's gone awhile and then back with two mugs. One goes to K'del, the other he keeps for himself. "To getting the hell out of this miserable Weyr for awhile as soon as we possibly can," he toasts, lifting the beer high before taking a big gulp. The rest of the time he's drying he finds little things to talk about with the Weyrleader, until his beer is done. Then he excuses himself and heads out into the rain again, pulling Yyth reluctantly away from Cadejoth. « I'll see you tomorrow, » the green reminds him before she heads back out to pick her rider up. K'del's full of easy things to talk about, and thanks for the beer, until the greenrider withdraws. "Make a time to head out soon," he promises, head bobbing after the greenrider. « Tomorrow! » Cadejoth has not forgotten. He's looking forward to it, no doubt about it. |
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