Logs:Well Loved
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| RL Date: 13 March, 2015 |
| Who: Farideh, Tomic, Lycinea, Schuyler |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Tomic and Lycinea share visitation of Little Kitten, and Farideh has concerns about Lady Annoying. Schuyler brings snacks! |
| Where: Garden Patio Ledge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 1, Month 4, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Cold. |
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| There's furniture aplenty, but Tomic has chosen the stone of the patio ledge. He sits cross-legged, one hand raised so Little Kitten (who really isn't so little anymore) can rub her against his palm and the sides of his fingers. The big young man is only half watching her. The other half of his attention (and he's being very careful to try and keep it evenly divided) is on Lycinea. "I don't know, I guess she could hunt, but... I heard you have to stop feeding them for that. I don't want to stop feeding her." "But isn't she supposed to hunt?" Lycinea questions dubiously, though not with her usual dose of antagonism. She sits cross-legged almost beside but a little across from Tomic. Her hands are draped loosely in her lap, watching the cat more than the boy. Given that Lya is probably one who'd be in the top contender for 'most likely to be a crazy cat lady,' it's probably unsurprising. "Do you think we're robbing her of an experience she should have by still feeding her?" An experience like hunger. The not-bad weather and lack of snowfall must be the reason Farideh comes out of hiding in the lower caverns, gracing the wide world with her grumpy-looking presence. She crosses the bowl with her hands bundled in the depths of her deep-set jacket pockets, her head ducked against the cold wind, and a new brown scarf tucked around her chin to further protect it from the elements. It's after stomping up the stairs to the patio ledge, to dislodge any icy snow, that she lifts her eyes from her boots to notices Little Kitten. "Wow, I thought only Lady Annoying was getting so big and so- chubby." She smiles as she walks over to Tomic, staring down at her kitten's sibling, and it only kind of falters when she notices Lycinea. "Hi." "I don't know." When Little Kitten walks under his hand, Tomic curls his fingers and thumb into an 'o' so that she can draw her tail through it. "She's not really a stables cat. If she were, then I would've taken her to the stables." Tomic-logic, the kind that comes with a shrug and a lazy smile. It's still on his face, when he looks up to Farideh, and offers her, "Hey." And also, "She's not that chubby," while Little Kitten sniffs at his fingers. Lycinea sniffs. Surely, she has some sort of residual effect from a seasonal cold. Or the cool damp air is tickling her nose. Or something. It can't be because of Farideh, surely not. Her rejoining, "Hi," is bland, perhaps a little glum. "Well, she's not now, but should she be? Should that really be our choice?" She directs to Tomic, brows rising in question. She glances briefly toward Farideh and her mouth starts to open as if she might ask the laundress for her opinion, but then she just looks away, awkwardly. "Lady Annoying is getting round," Farideh says, looping her arms around her middle to explain just how huge she thinks her kitten is. She squats down next to Tomic, that same loop going around her knees, while she looks between the schlepper and the blonde. "Maybe we're feeding her too much," still of her midnight-colored feline. If she feels as awkwardly as Lycinea, she's not showing it, reaching one hand out to Little Kitten to try and pet the patch of fur between her ears. "How's Z'riah's kitten doing? I haven't seen his since he took it from the commons." Little Kitten cranes her neck and sniffs at those fingers. She's probably looking for food. Tomic lets his arm drop for a moment, not fully to the ground, but at least so his forearm can brace on his knee. "She's not that chubby," he repeats to Farideh, but does so with an almost amused tone to his voice. It fades some when he's looking back to Lycinea, thoughtful. "But... she could hunt, couldn't she? They say there's always things to hunt in the caverns. Maybe she's a lover, not a fighter." "A lover," Lya repeats, pursing her lips disapprovingly. "Not that she has to be a fighter, but I'm not sure you can call her a lover." She eyes the cat dubiously a moment. "She doesn't seem to hate everything, though, so that's something." Then she'll allow her attention to go to the brunette. "Fluffy is fine. A cat. All that." Fluffy, Z'riah's male black cat. "Maybe Lady Annoying is getting a-round." She gives the laundress a meaningful look. "Maybe even with Fluffy when you're not looking." "Why does it matter if she's a hunter, a fighter, or a lover?" Farideh looks confused by their conversation, focusing her eyes and furrow brow on the kitten. Her eyes flick to Lycinea when she speaks, but what is left of her smile wanes the more the blonde talks. "Lady Annoying is not pregnant. She's not even a turn." In the end, her lips purse unhappily, her chin lifting a smidge defensively. "And besides, she's not like that." Like she even knows, errant feline parent that she is. "Of course she doesn't." He tilts his head, and reaches his hand out once more. Alas, Little Kitten is now, after a brief cheek-rub to Farideh's hand, heading toward Lycinea, who may adore her next. "She doesn't have any reason to. She's got a good life." But there's a shrug to Farideh, a contemplative, "It could happen now, couldn't it? They're bound to start. That's what animals do." Lycinea looks at Farideh, "Are you sure Lady Annoying isn't pregnant? I mean, with her looking so chubby." Is the blonde looking a little too intently at the brunette when she says this? Maybe. But there's also an element of concern in her expression that's there for a fleeting moment. Then, abruptly Lya shrugs to Tomic. If she knows the answer about cats, she's not about to say just now. "No," Farideh snaps back, "she's not. Wouldn't I know if she was?" That should solve that, right? Except the laundress looks to Tomic, like he should know the answer to that question. "I don't know. I've never had a kitten before, but I do think I would be able to tell. She doesn't look like a pregnant lady." She frowns, one hand coming up to cup her chin, while she stares with troubled eyes at Little Kitten. Tomic starts to show the first signs of concern, as the conversation progresses, even glancing up between the two girls with him. "I haven't seen her in a while," he offers, voice quite uncertain as he speaks. "And I haven't seen the rider or Fluffy at all." There's something like an attempt at comfort when he tilts his head toward Farideh, and shifts on the floor. "Anyway, what's the worst that would happen, if she were pregnant?" Lycinea might feel bad, for she says after a moment, "Fluffy stays mostly up in Zif's weyr I think. No other cats to contend with. And Zif spoils him anyway, so no reason to come down to Lady Annoying's stomping grounds." She looks at Tomic a moment and probably concludes something like him being better at this whole comfort thing, because she makes no further attempt of her own. She does say, "It's different for girls than boys. Girls have to be the ones who are pregnant." It might be obvious, but she probably means there's more to it than that. The brunette listens, quietly, to what everyone else has to say, and in the end, glances stridently at Tomic. "The worst that could happen? Her life would be ruined. None of her friends would talk to her anymore. Everyone would talk about her behind her back. Her parents would disown her. Who would want to invite her to parties when she's the size of a fattened calf?" is obviously a moment of broken hysteria, and in the aftermath, Farideh's cheeks glow pink. She's quiet, for a bit more, and then shifts to sitting, her knees still drawn up. "Is there any kind of herbs you can give felines? Can you take them between?" "But that's... because they're girls." Tomic manages to look puzzled, to get his eyebrows to at least hint at coming together over that broad forehead. That look, it stays there, as he tracks once more from Lycinea to Farideh, even mostly unaware when Little Kitten returns to him, and only extending a finger absently when she noses it. "Wouldn't between be so cold they'd freeze right through?" And more importantly, "Do cats have parties?" "I take the cat," their cat, who only sort of has a real name and not because of Lycinea, "up to have playdates with Fluffy sometimes," which she may have forgotten to mention to her co-kitten-owner. "Though I don't suppose two cats and two people and one dragon counts as a party?" The blonde looks from one brunette to the other where she sits on the stone floor of the ledge near Tomic, Farideh and the grey not-so-kittenish cat rubbing against the boy's finger. It's midday and the three of them - Tomic, Lycinea, and Farideh - are sitting on the patio ledge, talking about their felines, one of which is roaming between them. "Maybe Little Kitten is pregnant, then," Farideh grumps, setting her chin on her knees, now that she's sitting on the ground. "Of course cats have parties. Don't you ever see them in the lower caverns?" She gives Tomic a censuring stare, but soon sighs and manages a ghost of her former smile. "Anyway, it's not kittens we should be worrying about," cryptically. Tomic shifts his hand from being generally available for nuzzles to trying to feel at Little Kitten's belly. And while she surely loves him in her own way, she is also a cat, and finds this weird. High-stepping away, thanks. "Would Little Kitten have littler kittens?" It's asked up toward Lycinea, for all it was Farideh's suggestion. "Did you watch her with Fluffy? Because he's her brother..." Which is worrisome. So much he forgets to ask what he should be worrying about. Schuyler saunters onto the ledge. He glances around a bit and spots the group and the kittens. With a grin he heads in their direction. He carries a basket and the scent of baked goods wafts along with him as he aproaches the group. "Hello, hello!" he greets. "If she is, Tomic can take care of her, can't you, Tomic," not really a question. "You can name them all, if you like: Littler Kitten, Littlest Kitten, Littlerest Kitten, and so on." The naming is probably considered reward for his trouble in Lya Land. Lya does flash him a smile though. "I don't have anything to with all that messy business." And won't, apparently. Not even for sort-of-her cat. "But it's not like it's much worse than the Blooded. Always marrying their cousins and all that." She flashes Farideh a much less sincere smile. She won't stay to fight though. This seems to be her cue to rise and brush her pants off with exaggerated care. "I have to get back to my duties. I'll have her tomorrow for my day off?" She checks with Tomic, before looking to greet Sky with only the raise of her brows and an inquiring glance at his basket, as if the smell might tempt her to stay. A new litter of kitten sets the laundress' nose to wrinkling in distaste. "What would you do with all of those? We can barely keep up with the ones we have," with a roll of her eyes. Lycinea's second comment, about Blood, has her cheeks flushing with pink again, her eyebrows furrowing down in agitation. "Excuse me? We-- they do not." But it's a weak argument, by comparison, and she tosses her head, turning to stare Schuyler up and down. "Hello," she says, forcing a wide smile; it doesn't quite reach her eyes. Tomic affirms the plans for Little Kitten custody with a nod of his big head. "I guess we'd put those ones to the stables," he decides. The more pointed reach, and then successful scooping, of Little Kitten may be as much all this talk of littler kittens as the approach of someone he doesn't rightly know. "Hullo," i amiable enough, even if he's wrestling Little Kitten into his lap. To the laundress: "Wait, are you Blooded?" The basket is indeed filled with the baked goods the smell announces, and they're still warm despite the walk across the bowl. Sky grins at the look he's given and offers out the basket. "They're for sharing. Take one." he offers with a wide grin. He raises a brow to Farideh's less than warm greeting and offers the basket in her direction too. A kitten catches the young bakers attention and he smiles at it. "You have kittens for the stables? They're often looking for them to keep the tunnel snakes out." he comments, shifting the basket again to offer Tomic a snack as well. "That's just what we need. More cats running around, making kittens." Farideh isn't persuaded by Tomic's logic clearly, though her expression is fond when she watches him scoop up Little Kitten. "Can't Lady just be chubby and not pregnant? What if she's just fluffier than the rest? No telling what she eats during the day." She turns her sulky moue on Schuyler, shaking her head at his offered basket, with a succinctly polite, "No thank you, Sky." Her attention shifts back to Tomic, the color in her cheeks darkening. "No. I'm just a laundress," with a reproachful glare that's not that convincing. Today, Lya can't be accused of spilling secrets, for all she does is flash a smile to Sky and pluck a couple items from the basket, "I'll take some to the weyrwoman," before she heads for the bowl, without so much as a real goodbye for anyone. Not even Little Kitten. Tomic does consider that basket, and after he's seen something to his liking, reaches in for it. With the hand not holding the cat, of course. "It's what cats do. But the ones without anyone to look after them could always die I suppose." It's practical, certainly, but it still makes him look terribly sad, to think of it. "Thanks," is remembered, and so offered to Schuyler, only after the first bite is rolling around in his cheek. "But you said 'we'." Schuyler knows better than to get in the middle of whatever Tomic is pressing Farideh about so he shrugs and puts the basket off to the side, turning to watch the kittens for a moment. "Welcome." he adds to the the quick thanks. "That's horrible," but other matters are more important, so after she makes a sad face for benefit of all the kittens lost and forsaken, Farideh presses back to her embarrassing flub. "I didn't mean to. It just-- slipped out." She averts her eyes and uses one hand to brush back the wisps of hairs framing her face. "Why? Would it matter if I was? Not that I-- oh, fine," because she sucks at explaining things, "but you can't tell anyone. Or--" Her finger jerks up to Schuyler. "You." "It- I- Umm-," but secrets, he can do. Farideh is given a solemn nod, an equally solemn promise of, "I won't." And even though it's pretty obvious he's got questions - slow and plodding questions - he keeps them to himself. And looks over to Schuyler. "Is your name really Sky?" His grip on Little Kitten has relaxed, and she is making her way off his lap. Freedom. Slow and careful freedom. Schuyler blinks at the finger. "Me what?" he asks, oblivious to what he walked in on. "You want a snack?" he offers the basket as if that's what she's talking about. A grin is sent in Tomic's direction. "Schuyler, but everyone calls me Sky. Nice to meet you." he offers out a hand to shake. Tomic's stuttering is met with a firm, immoveable frown and a heavy dose of ill-humor in those hazel eyes. "Good," Farideh says, jerking her chin down in a nod, and then slants a look at Schuyler. "Do you know how fattening those are? I don't want to get chubby like Lady Annoying." She uses the flats of her palms to push up to her feet. "Sky works in the kitchens," she says, helpfully. "Nothing wrong with a little bit of weight, my mom always said," Tomic offers with a helpful pat to his belly. "It shows you're well-loved." And then, in case it isn't clear, "She always said." Little Kitten has developed a definite interest in the basket. "Hey," Tomic is clearly not worried about her, so much as, "Do you know my uncle Klous? The baker?" Schuyler chuckles at Farideh. "Actually these aren't too bad. And yes, I know /exactly/ what goes into my food." he smirks then turns to Tomic. "Sure do!" he grins. "I know most of the folks in the kitchen." "A little bit of weight?" Farideh's mouth puckers in revulsion at the idea, and she glances discontentedly down at Schuyler's baskets of 'weight adding' goodies. "No. I think not." She gives both of them pensive stares, and then turns towards the stairs. "I'll see you both-- later. I need to go find Lady Annoying and--confirm," is her last ominous statement. Tomic watches Farideh's response and departure all with wide-eyes, the smile of familiarity brought on by Schuyler's acquaintance with his uncle fading fast with that. To this new person, this person he's never met before, Tomic looks again. Another bite of the pastry. "I just don't think I understand girls anymore," is a confided. He's getting to his feet after that, with just a pause to crouch and grab that cat, who's been gnawing on a corner of something. Possibly baking. Possibly basket. Schuyler chuckles. "That one in particular is a bit hard to get...well, most of the girls around here. There are a few who are easy enough to follow...but, they usually aren't very interesting." a smirk. "So, what do you do around here, can't say I've seen you around." "Girls," Tomic blankets, shaking his head. "Most of them, anyway." Little Kitten is secured up against his chest, and he shrugs. "Look after the kids, mostly. Fix some things, still... guess that's about it." He doesn't seem at all displeased with his lot, polishing off that last bit of baking, and shrugging those big shoulders. "Got the early shift tomorrow, though. Lots of wingleaders and stuff. They don't like if you're not ready, usually. So I better." Now with a hand free, he thumbs at the exit. "Thanks for the food though. Still think it's neat your name's Sky. Like blue skies. Heh." Schuyler grins. "Sounds rewarding. I just make the food. But if your little ones need a treat some day you let me know." he grins. A chuckle errupts at the comment about his name. "I'm rather fond of it." he agrees. "Nice to meet you, see you around, k?" he waves as the other young man heads out. |
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