Logs:Too Hard?
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| RL Date: 9 January, 2016 |
| Who: Jocelyn, Lys |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: After an awkward dinner, Lys comes to ask Jocelyn a difficult question. |
| Where: Jocelyn's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 11, Month 10, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: V'ret/Mentions |
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>---< Jocelyn's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr >------------------------------------<
Separated from both the weyrleaders' complex and the dragon's ledge by
heavy tapestries, this weyr is easily spacious enough to fit at least
three, large dragons, an enormity that feels rather empty due to the
minimal furnishings. The outermost room of this weyr currently seems to be
designated as a front-facing, public space. Centered between the two
entrances, a large, stone table is surrounded by several sensible,
straight-backed chairs. Nearby, a trap door in the wall covers an old,
elevator-pulley system connected to the kitchens, its mechanism
occasionally finicky despite its polished state. A sizable, glassed-in
bookshelf is built into the wall near the opening that leads into the
inner weyr, containing a handful of books and situated next to a series of
small, empty ceiling hooks which look suitable for hanging plants. Two
cozy-looking armchairs are available for more informal seating, precisely
arranged around a homespun rug in dark blue, but the present paucity of
decor does little to render this outer room as anything but severe.
Curtained off by thick, dark drapery, the entrance immediately beyond
opens to more private chambers, a section of two bubbles in the caldera
wall joined by a short tunnel. The smaller, blue-wash walled room closest
to the outer weyr also connects to a personal bath, largely enclosed off
by a carefully carved strip of rock wall. Heat and cool air mingle in the
space between it and the rider's bedchamber, which is mostly filled by a
large bed kept made up in plain linens and blankets. At the foot of the
bed is a large, ornately carved chest of sweet redwood; against the far
wall is a darkly-stained armoire.
Down the short passage, the larger of the two rooms serves as a private
study. An ornate desk takes up most of the available space with ample
shelves just above it; against the wall is an additional, open bookcase
housing scrolls and folders of varying sizes. There's little yet in the
way of other pieces besides a plainly carved, if sleek chair nudged
against the desk, but the amount of glowbaskets tucked around the room
suggests that this area currently sees more use than perhaps any of the
others.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
Jocelyn F 25 5'5" lean, red hair, blue-gray eyes 1m
Lys F 20 5'5" slender, blonde hair, blue-green eyes 0s It's not really that long after Jocelyn leaves dinner that Lys is walking briskly into the goldrider's space to find her. "Joce?" is called along her way. Just now there's no slowing for Aidavanth, no hesitation in seeking the goldrider even if that means inviting herself further into the weyr. It's not uncommon to find Jocelyn sequestered in her study after dinner on most evenings. This one is no exception; sleeves rolled up and posture terribly straight, the redhead is scribbling through a small stack of reports and copying out headers for fresh notes from lower caverns and weyrwomen meetings alike so that they're ready for use in the morning. If Aidavanth forewarns her of Lys's entrance, there's little sign of it, not when she continues to work up until the greenrider might make it all the way back through that tunnel and into the doorway. There are i's to be dotted and t's to be crossed before she carefully sets down her pen. "Lys." It's quiet, if surprised. "You didn't have to - I didn't expect you to follow me." Finally, she turns in her chair, but remains seated. Lys comes to Jocelyn there, waiting and then sliding onto her knees once the goldrider has turned. "Joce, is this too hard?" Blue-green eyes search the goldrider's face, even as she seeks the woman's hands to take in her own. Jocelyn's hands are easily taken, fingers curling tentatively to press gently against the other woman's. Blue-gray eyes focus on their hands for some minutes before lifting to meet Lys's greener ones, brow furrowed. "I'd be lying if I said this were easy, " she says slowly. "Is it too hard? I don't know yet." Her expression falters momentarily. "It's awkward, is what it is. I'm glad that he makes you happy and that you seem to make him happy. I can't help but to feel extraneous when I'm in a room with the two of you, sometimes." She may as well be reciting the ledger of last autumn's stores inventory by the end; talking about feelings is hard, but she's trying. Lys' eyes search Jocelyn's face when she speaks, taking in every expression that goes with the words. "You are never extraneous to me," is truth. She might not know where to go from there so her forehead comes to rest on the goldrider's knees, taking a few deep breaths to steady herself. "I'm glad to hear it, " says Jocelyn softly. It's likely more to have something to say than because she's truly in need of any reassurance, but one hand gently disentangles itself so that she can lightly bring an arm up and across Lys's shoulders, palm warm as she almost-but-not-quite holds her while the blonde is gathering herself. She wears the look of one who wants to say something more but isn't sure where to begin. There's a small intake of breath - and then it's quietly exhaled again in the next moment, as she elects instead for as patient of a silence as she can manage. It's with her head still down, still resting there, as if perhaps she can't look at Jocelyn, that Lys confesses quietly, "It's like living in three separate worlds that sometimes collide. Sometimes well enough another times not." She sighs and lifts her head, looking up at the redhead, her eyes searching again. Jocelyn makes a thoughtful sound, pale gaze traveling so carefully over that upturned face, those blue-green eyes. "I wish I could offer you a world that wasn't held so apart by necessity, " she admits. "I've decided that it would be - beneficial, regardless, for me to try to find a malerider of upstanding character with whom I can be seen and build a politically educational acquaintance for long-term safe choices when it comes to flights." It's a sensible enough plan, but she doesn't look happy about it. "I wanted to tell you about this, before I - acquire some introductions. There will be nothing exchanged between us that resembles what we - have shared, " a moment's hesitation, "what we do, I hope, share. But there may be the appearance of it, from time to time." Her expression turns searching, now: Does she understand? It's... easy. There's barely a flicker of anything and it's gone so fast it's like it was never there. Lys' nod is acceptance. "I support you," is quiet. "Whatever you need, Joce. If you need anything--" From her- She probably means in relation to this guy, in relation to it 'looking real,' but who can say, really. "I need you." It's a vulnerable admission, and one that Jocelyn perhaps didn't intend to make. "To be happy, " she appends in a poor attempt to save face, biting her lip afterward. Lys shifts back onto her feet, leaning down to press a kiss to Jocelyn's lips and then lean her forehead against the redhead's. "I'm yours," and she is. Only, she's also his, and he needs her too. She seeks another kiss. "I didn't come to derail your study. I won't be staying tonight, but--" She looks at the goldrider with some trepidation, "I love you." It's probably the first time since that other first time, and certainly this is under vastly different circumstances, so perhaps it somehow counts more now. There's a low, soft exhale for the meeting of their foreheads, those two words, their kisses. "I've too much to finish tonight, so it's just as well, " Jocelyn murmurs when their lips part. Still, there's a wistful cast to her features that she can't mask quickly enough as a hand lifts to gently stroke the other's cheek. "I love you, too, Lys, whether you are able to stay here or have promised your time to V'ret. Your hours are your own." And while she clearly means this, it doesn't stop her from getting to her feet long enough to seek to embrace the greenrider, however briefly. "I'll see you in the morning, " and she tests the endearment gently, "love." The embrace is something Lys can give, easily. She enfolds the goldrider and holds her close for some long moments, even turning her head to seek a longer, more meaningful kiss before she reluctantly steps back to break the contact. "Thank you for understanding even when it's not comfortable, Joce." She means that. "Study hard," holds a little affectionate tease, "if you answer every question right tomorrow, I'll see that your efforts are rewarded. I can even quiz you when my mouth isn't busy," that teasing comes with a desirous caress that can leave little doubt that the greenrider's feelings remain unchanged toward the goldrider regardless of anything else. "See you in the morning," has her adding one more peck for good measure before she does turn to head for the bowl. |
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