Logs:Warnings
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| RL Date: 23 October, 2015 |
| Who: Jocelyn, K'del, Silva |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Three people walk in the snow. |
| Where: Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 1, Month 2, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
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| Mid-afternoon finds a temporary break in the snow, and a crisp, clean coating of the stuff across the lake shore. It's only a matter of time before footsteps stomp it into a muddy mess again, but for the moment, the effect is magical. Perhaps that is what has drawn K'del out, this afternoon, his hands dug deep into his pockets and his gaze lost to the distance as he strolls along the shoreline. Above, Cadejoth is visible high up at the rim, starkly pale against the rock; ruler of all he surveys. Bundled deeply into all of the appropriate layers that make up High Reaches' winter garb, Jocelyn's the very picture of a native out for a walk, gait easy while she works on completing another circuit around the lake. She's yet some distance from K'del, and the thick hood pulled up about her head to shield her ears from the elements doesn't lend itself easily to recognition. Still, Cadejoth's a contrast that's hard to miss if one's gaze happens to wander up there; perhaps it's the sight of him which gives the older candidate pause. Perhaps it's the way the snow gleams just so with the right angle of the light. Whichever the case, she temporarily halts, leaning over to pluck a small handful of snow from the ground, packing it densely into a gloved hand. It's too small for a snowball, but her expression shades a touch wistful, nonetheless. Silva is alone! Which is probably good for the peacefulness of this scene. She's got a thick hat on, and a long scarf cut through with silver. A coat hangs around her shoulder. She minces her way around the snow, trying to not break the pretty, while also walking along. There is a little bit of success going on, as she tries to stick to where the plants already break up the white. For all his thinking thoughts, K'del isn't so lost as to be oblivious of those around him, and though neither Jocelyn nor Silva immediately draw him away, he does seem to be at least roughly aware of the pair of them. It's as his path carries him towards the older of the two candidates that he seems to more readily recognise her, and then it's a simple thing, really, to say, "You're allowed to make that into a proper snowball and throw it, you know." His voice is pitched to carry, perhaps intentionally inviting Silva to join; perhaps simply making himself known and identifiable. The wistfulness vanishes as quickly as it came; hand opening quickly, the redhead drops that bit of snow with a deft motion, enough so that it's crushed well back to powder by the time it hits the ground. "Only when entertaining children, " Jocelyn returns drily, turning slightly to better observe K'del. "Or are you expressing a wish to engage in such frivolity?" That's definitely amused, tone light. "Sir." Pale eyes flick away long enough to catch sight of Silva and her delicate steps, an eyebrow silently lifting before she falls into step next to the bronzerider. Silva stands a bit apart from the pair, still trying to keep from stepping into the sparkling snow. A wrong step has her plunging into a drift though, and she sinks up to midthigh. "Drat." Steadying herself the girl pulls her leg out, and is just going to go make her life easier. Breaking from the path she's beating for herself, she makes an undignified (no one saw that, right?) jump into the footprints the others are leaving behind them. Somewhere in there is a brief, "sir," offered up for the Weyrleader, but now there is //snow// in her //hair// and Silva's just going to try to get it out with her gloved hands before it can melt and make a mess. "We all need frivolity from time to time," answers K'del, with a smile that is as broad as it is genuine. "Especially-- another few days, and those eggs will hatch." And clearly, some frivolity would take the edge off, right? Those blue eyes turn from Jocelyn towards Silva, only now seeing the amount of snow she's covered in, and yes, he's still smiling for that. "Candidate. Not going to... get lost under the snow or anything, there, are you?" Another few days. Jocelyn pushes gloved hands back into her own pockets, chin tilting forward slightly as if to ward off a bit more of the cold. "Surely there will be plenty of frivolity for them, " she replies after a beat, following the direction of his gaze soon after to study Silva, covered in snow. It's a lengthy, appraising look, followed by an even: "Try something with a hood. It'll help, " a nod to the younger candidate, "with the hair." It takes Silva a second to clue in to the fact that K'del's comment was directed at her, which is enough time for her to draw closer to them as she steps in their footprints. "Oh, ah," she scrambles for the words, "no! Of course not, It's just like, a lot of snow. And it's kinda pretty, you know?" Her head swivels about and settles on Jocelyn, who's comments are going to take Silva on a totally different route. "You think? Like, I thought snow was like //dry//. So you could just brush it off, but like, all this?" Her hands spread out to take in the whiteness, as if Silva isn't quite sure what to DO with all of it. "For them," agrees K'del, without skipping a beat, though of course by now he's looking towards Silva rather than Jocelyn. "But the lead up always-- sucks." He lets that hang, shrugs his hands more deeply into his pockets and exhaling a white puff of air. "It's a mess," is louder, and more amused. "Just... wet. Goes everywhere. Melts. It's pretty, though, even if by this time of turn I'm always ready for some warmth. Hood's not a bad idea." "I know, " and Jocelyn's words are likely for both lead-up and the benefits of a hood, even if her attention also lingers on the other candidate. Wryly, "Pretend you're walking through dry rain, if that helps you with your - care." One shoulder lifts and drops through a brisk shrug, chin lifting to shade a glance skyward. "You've the luxury of going south for a brief visit, haven't you?" is remarked matter-of-factly to Cadejoth's. "It isn't as if they'll let us go halfway across the world with Roszadyth's being this close." "I have to find the right one. Something... Silver, you know? To go with my scarf." Silva fiddles with that long scarf about her neck, making it so that the others can see it, as if they'd ABSOLUTlY want to look at it. Don't they? No? Oh, well, Silva doesn't quite realize that. Instead Jocelyn's going to get a very strange look, like Silva's pretty sure Jocelyn's a little cracked in the head. "Dry rain? That's like, not a real thing. I don't think." K'del's own gaze lifts towards his dragon, that bronze who has launched himself off of the rim and into the sky, brilliantly illuminated against the blue. "Mmm," agrees the bronze's rider. "But never as often as I like, even now that he's off the sands and more willing to go. Another few days, though, and either you'll be stuck here for a while, or free to travel again. So... that's good?" Silva's scarf certainly goes without notice, though his smile remains... polite, at least. "It's--" he begins, as if to try and explain the dry rain thing, but he stops; shrugs, even. "I don't often, " admits Jocelyn neutrally in regards to traveling, "but I think I'll ask Jounine for a couple of days afterward." Lips purse faintly for the display of Silva's scarf; the woman's eyebrows lift, just so. "A silver-hooded coat. I'm sure it will be - dazzling." The corners of her mouth twitch into a brief, if thin smile, one that threatens to widen at the girl's strange look before it smooths away. "Oh it would be //beautiful//. Like, silver threads against a dark gray background..." Silva pauses, apparently thinking that the two absolutly want to know her future design plans. "Maybe a dark blue though, to go with my eyes, see?" She takes that smile in hand and will just flash a bright one of her own at Jocelyn. "I didn't know you were interested in clothing! I just figured since, like, you weren't into anything else'," erm, and Silva remembers a bit too late that K'del is standing there, and tries to swing the half insult in another direction, "ah, execept like, being really good at what you do..." not Silva's smoothest moment. "I think," says K'del, still without glancing back at Jocelyn, "that that would be an excellent idea. Unless, of course..." He doesn't speak it out loud, but there it is: the possibility that there might be a dragon in her future. Silva's comments, though certainly heard, draw little more than a raised and furrowed brow, at least in the immediate sense; it may not be outright quelling, but it certainly does suggest some small amount of disapproval at least. Jocelyn gives a small cough, lips still twitching faintly after her hand pulls away from her mouth. "I have very little interest in clothing, " she corrects Silva with a sniff, "but even I can tell when something is going to be particularly striking." Her delivery almost manages to pull off a compliment, if one isn't squinting. For K'del's 'unless, ' there's a low exhale, but her subsequent, "Fifth time I've heard that, sir, " is at least polite, if weary. So is her somewhat subdued, "Good afternoon, " as she increases her stride to head for the caverns proper. Oblivious as Silva can be to nonverbal cues, even she can't miss K'del's quelling look. It takes her eyes away from the pair and spreads them out over the virgin snow. There's a quiet muttered, "Be well," in the general direction of Jocelyn's back. Her heel digs into the toe and she's going to be really interested in her hair again, as she's left alone with the Weyrleader. K'del opens his mouth with the obvious intention of saying something more to Jocelyn, but she's already on her way, and he has Silva to turn back to; it results in a sharp exhale, and a sigh, but there it is. "She doesn't especially fit with the rest of you, does she? And you--" He's eyeing Silva, now. "Do you have a kind word for anyone, I wonder." "No she," wait, that was a trick question. Silva zips her lip up against the rest of her careless question. A hurt look crosses onto her fac as K'del gives over that particular assessment of her character. "I absolutly say nice things, like, all the time." A beat, before Silva's adding a quick, "sir." onto the end of her sentence. K'del's silence may say a lot about his further assessment of Silva, but instead of pursuing the matter he says, "And you? Looking forward to Roszadyth's eggs hatching, or--?" He draws one hand out of his pocket, using it to wipe some stray snowflakes from his hair: it's beginning to come down again, if only lightly. If Silva was the kind to get deflated easily, this would be the time. But no, that overwhelming self love she's got is going to carry her over K'del's silence. "Well.. like.. I'm not sure? I mean, it'll be nice, but like, nothing happened last time." So Silva's not giving herself many chances. "As for after.... I don't know." Her lips twist in distaste as she ponders her most visible options. A pause. A long pause. "I'd give it some serious thought," he advises, tone serious, if falling a little short of lecturing. "Can't give a dragon back if you decide you don't like it. Got to... think seriously about it. Is this the life that you want? Flying sweeps, drills, serving other people, losing any autonomy you ever used to have? You Impress, you're mine. You go where I say, you do what I say you do. Is that something you want?" Those blue eyes seek Silva's, sharply. "You don't decide to Stand on a whim." Silva? Acting on a Whim? NE, erm, always? Uncomfortable under the Weyrleader's stern gaze the teen shifts herself, resettling her hair so that it catches as little of the snow as possible. "I'm not acting on whim." It comes out more than a little bit petulantly, that lower lip of Silva's fat. "I want to do it. I haven't done anything wrong, so far. I mean, like, has anyone complained about me?" To be fair to Silva, it's not as if K'del appears to have evidence to back up his suspicions; though his narrowed gaze certainly seems to be hunting for something. Still, "If you go through with this, you don't get to complain about what happens next, if you Impress. If you end up riding a brown that spends all his time running through mud, or a green who eats herself silly and needs purging all the time. You won't complain having your hair cut off, and you won't complain chopping up meat. Understood? Eyes open, or not at all." It's probably pretty clear what Silva is thinking as her hair comes up and touches those locks of hers. They're a pride and joy, no mistake made. Rather than look at the Weyrleader Silva wilts for a moment under his words. But no, only for a moment, before she's squaring her shoulders. "If Yesia could do it, I can. She even like, gave me some tips for that. And It's not like I've never cooked before. I've touched meat." Does it add insult to injury when K'del answers with, "And don't forget the possibility of lice. We had them in there when I was a weyrling... ended up shaving our heads, mostly." By now, it's possible that he's playing with her, though it's hard to tell. In either case: "Give it serious thought, Candidate. You have a few days left to be absolutely sure. If you'll excuse me?" The snow is, after all, beginning to come down harder now. STARE. Silva's mouth falls open when K'del mentions lice. There's no time for her to come up with a good thing to say to that, especially since he's going to quickly after. Gathering up the shreds of her dignity the candidates makes steps in the other direction, towards wherever she was heading, muttering something like, "He was just joking, right? I mean, like... they couldn't make us shave right? Didn't they say something about avoiding strong emotions those first few months?" Because seriously, Silva would cry if her head got shaved. |
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Edyis (23:20, 23 October 2015 (PDT)) said...
DOOOOOMED. So dooomed.
Alida (23:28, 23 October 2015 (PDT)) said...
GOOD one, K'del! Feel free to scare the crap out of Silva somemore! Alida's too busy to do it. ;)
Faryn (10:09, 24 October 2015 (PDT)) said...
The fact that Yesia is her baseline is the best thing. I wonder... If Quinlys needs another AWLM. :|
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