Logs:Useful Over Fun
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| RL Date: 24 January, 2015 |
| Who: Drex, Azaylia |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Azaylia considers picking up a new skill. That is, if she can convince Drex to share his wisdom. |
| Where: Resident Common Room, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 22, Month 11, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Farideh/Mentions, Itsy/Mentions |
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Resident Common Room, High Reaches Weyr Just off of the main passageway lies the small cavern that forms the hub of the residents' quarters, kept immaculately clean by the headwoman's staff and warmed in cold weather by a stone hearth to the left and well back from the entrance. Comfortable chairs and a plush fur arrayed before the hearth make an inviting spot to curl up with a book or handicraft, or just to sit and chat. Beyond, additional chairs stand in clusters throughout the room, some upholstered with age-softened hide, some plain wood. At the widest point of the cavern, a round table gleams with polish, though its surface is nicked and scarred from Turns of use. Beyond the table, the very back of the cavern often lies in shadow unless the glowbaskets there are unlidded to cast cozy pools of light. The commingled scents of klah, smoke and polish permeate the air along with the sweetnessof rosemary and lavender. It's well after dinner, and most residents -- especially those with early morning jobs to do -- have long since retired to their beds. Drex is not amongst them, having chosen the largest couch in the common room to stretch out in, feet hanging over the arm, what looks like a long, thin piece of rope in hand. He's concentrating, carefully twisting the rope into complex knots. The far end of the rope dangles on the ground, and seems to be entertaining a young kitten. It's unclear whether he's aware of the creature, or not. There's a faint click-clack before rounded claws are silenced by the edges of the soft rug in the common room. The canine is much larger than a kitten, but still caught at the awkward stages of puppyhood. Squash-nose pressed to the ground, he snuffles his way closer, lifting his head only to freeze at what's at the end of Drex's rope. There's a tense moment of staring, a quiver, before the brown and white loaf is taking off after the feline. Warg warg warg warg! So much for those with early morning jobs, though one of those barks sounds like a feminine call of, "Warg? Where did you get off to?" As if she can't follow the commotion. The kitten reacts as kittens do: hissing and puffing up, and when that isn't sufficient deterrent, crawling into the space between couch and wall, a sharp-clawed paw striking out and no doubt serving to discourage the canine, should it get near enough to land. Drex doesn't seem overly disturbed on behalf of the kitten, giving the pair -- feline and canine -- a furrow-browed look, and a snort. "Good luck," to the dog, like he thinks it'd need it. Back to the rope, the call of a woman seeking her lost canine not enough to stir him from his comfortable recline. Ha ha! He has the puffy sharp thing now! There's a yip when the flash of white claws comes too close, but it only offers a few seconds of respite at Warg sneezes and shakes his head. It's enough time for Azaylia to peek into the room, pinched worry melting into relief. "There you are! What're you..?" A gasp when she sees that little paw, scooping the canine up with a soft grunt. "You leave that little kitty alone! I'm so very, very..." Now that she has time to look at Drex, his unbothered position has her confused. "...sorry?" Wrangling her armful of wrinkles, the goldrider tries to get a peek between the couch and wall. "He didn't hurt it, did he?" The hissing continues, and it only abates when the canine is scooped up, the gleam of kitten eyes visible from the safety of behind the couch. "Eh?" Drex squints up at the woman, one finger marking his place, the other holding the end of the rope. The shrug he gives is hard to interpret, given he's lying down, but the dismissive answer makes it clearer: "They take care of themselves. S'why they're useful." He squints at her for a moment more, before looking back to his rope. Confusion is flecked with disapproval, and Azaylia can't help but murmur, "Should take better care of the poor thing." There's a moment to coddle the canine, checking his nose and adjusting her grip before her gaze slides back over to Drex. "And dogs can be useful, too." It's inevitable that she glance at the rope, but when the answer isn't immediate she can't help but wonder, "What're you doing with that?" "S'not even mine. It follows me around. It's that girl that's touched in the head, it's her kitten," Drex says, unconcerned by the disapproval. The concept of dogs being useful earns a snort of disagreement, though it otherwise remains unvoiced. "Keepin' my hand in," is the sailor's response to her query about the rope, glancing briefly up at her with a sudden grin, as he pulls the rope tight. "Never know when it might come in handy, y'know?" "A girl who's..? Are you just being rude, or is there really a girl like that?" Now he's gone and concerned the woman, her gaze shifting between the poor 'abandoned' kitten and the resident quarters. It's his snort that drops her gaze back onto the lad, lips twitching until she decides to let it go. The grin surprises her, but not as much as the tightening of the rope, giving a little start as she blinks. And blinks again. The wheels are very obviously turning before she clears her throat, and obvious attempt to hide both smile and laugh, "Could you teach me? Ah, it's rope tying, yes? Does it only work with a little bit, or...?" Suddenly very interested. "Of course there is. She's always wandering around all," Drex puts the back of his hand to his forehead, like he might faint, and then scrunches up his nose and claws his hands, making grrr sounds. "She just kind of goes all funny like that," he snaps his fingers. "Poor thing." It's the latter comment that actually makes the sailor sit up, staring at her in surprise. "You ever been on a ship?" dubiously, like he suspects the answer. Does Azaylia clutch Warg a little tighter at Drex's display? Possibly. He's just that convincing. Very 'touched in the head'. "She sounds... young. And sensitive." But not the way that she initially assumed. His question catches her by surprise, answer sudden, "No." Until her brows lift, eyes following suit, "Well, yes. But it wasn't... it was docked." Which amuses her to no end, because she's smiling that earlier smile. "Probably not in the way you mean. Why? Can't learn how to tie knots unless you're a sailor?" The sailor's face scrunches up again, as if to disagree, though he merely gives a one-shouldered shrug. As for the latter: "Not much point, the sort of knots I could teach. Unless you really, really don't want something to get away." Drex snorts, as if dismissing that idea, but, still, this gets voiced: "One of your dragons, maybe." The goldrider's expression brightens, all aimed to agree until his last, which prompts another purse of her lips. "You had it right the first time. I don't need, or would I ever want to tie up a dragon. Mine or anyone else's." The canine in her arm squirms, and Azaylia faces him away from the couch, using her dark blue skirt as a barrier between him and the kitten's hiding spot. Warg seems uninterested after an attempt or two to get past, turning to snort at another corner of the room. Back to Drex, with a patient smile, "You could always say no, you know." There's a glimmer of whiskers at the back of the couch, just in range of the canine sight before he's turned away. It's not like the kitten's baiting him or anything. Surely not. Another of those one-shouldered shrugs comes from Drex as he squints up at her. "Can't see the point." A beat. "Not unless there's something in it for me." "It sounds... fun." Azaylia honestly believes that, arms moving innocently behind her back as she considers it. Whether 'it' is the actual process of tying knots, she doesn't say. Her quiet "Ohh," is followed by an even quieter laugh, "Right. Well, you're..." No. Stop. Recover. "I don't know if I have anything you'd be interested in. You clearly don't like dogs." Not that she's offering Warg up, anyway. The kitten creeps out, and when she's sure the canine's attention is elsewhere, claws her way up onto the arm of the couch and sits there, licking her paw, casually. Drex barely glances at the kitten before his attention goes back to Azaylia. Her mention of fun gets another of his expressive scrunches of features, shaking his head as if to say, weyrfolk. "Well, what can you do?" Azaylia almost sabotages the kitten's escape, her sudden coo catching the canine's attention. He eyes the ball of sharp, before chuffing and deciding it's too high and not worth the scolding. "Oh she's so cute." Bending over, she doesn't reach for the feline, afraid of startling it all over again. "Hm? Well, lots of things. Need any paperwork done?" An obvious tease. "I can knit, though I might be a touch out of practice. Need any foals delivered? Though, goodness, I'm probably even more out of practice with that." She gives up with a laugh, offering empty palms and a shrug. The kitten doesn't seem to mind the attention -- especially since the canine's lost interest, continuing to groom obliviously. Drex's expressive, the fuck? at her mention of paperwork is pretty clear, or maybe it's her talk of knitting that earns it. "Paperwork. Knitting. And giving birth to foals. None of that is any use on the sea," he says, as if that should be an obvious trait for what interests him. "Well," he swings feet back up onto the couch. "Come find me when you find something to trade with." "I don't suppose you have any interest in painted skulls?" Now she's just having fun with the very serious young man. Those are obviously not any use at sea, either. "I'm a bit too busy to offer any rides, but-- well, you could ask any rider to visit the ocean, I suppose." Not something special she can offer. She gives up for real, turning to track down her pet, "Maybe I will." If she can think of anything. And now Drex is looking at her like she's touched in the head. "Can't say I... have. Is that the sort of thing that interests you weyrfolk?" The kitten seems bolder, stepping off the arm of the couch and casually onto, and across Drex's chest like he was some sort of walkway. Azaylia might miss that look, turning in place to catch Warg in a completely different place than when she last checked on him. "I think it's just a 'me' thing. Actually, a 'Hraedhyth' thing. My dragon. She likes to collect the bones of her prey." All too casual, she picks up on the kitten's movements and stifles a giggle. "You know, you're a little far from that sea you're so interested in. Why a Weyr?" Another of those careless shrugs. "A'int got a ship to go back to. Not yet." The kitten settling on his chest makes it difficult to continue with knot-practice, and the sailor appears to relent, fingers smoothing over the fur of the tiny amimal for a moment. "You couldn't find work on a ship? Have you tried?" Rather than be stuck inside the stone walls with weyrfolk. It's a slow walk from one end to the other, hefting Warg up once more before aiming a smile at Drex. "Well could I at least have your name, just in case I can come up with something worth trading?" He gives her a look that conveys duh rather clearly. "Wouldn't be our ship. No point." The shrug that follows is enough movement to make the kitten on his chest make a noise of protest. He gives her a frown, before answering Azaylia: "Drex." Oh. The mouthmotion is there, even if there's no sound. "Your ship." It makes sense, even if she finds it rather amusing. His name prompts a blink, "Oh! Right. I thought you looked familiar, but, it's a big Weyr. You're from the storm? With... the girl." Names, and no dragons to help out-- Azaylia's nightmare. Clearing her throat, "Alright, Drex. I think it's time Warg and I got home and left you to your rope." And kitten. "Itsy," Drex confirms. He gives a nod, and that seems to serve as farewell, gaze flickering after the woman and her canine briefly. It's just when she's out the door when the goldrider peeks back in, "Oh! And if you need to find me, I'm Azaylia." A name he may have heard before, "Just in case you didn't know." Quite possible, which is fact that has her grin widening as she finally leaves for real. |
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