Logs:Weyrling Party
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| RL Date: 25 March, 2013 |
| Who: N'ky, Cailluneth, Alida, Ilicaeth, K'zin, Rasavyth, Sabella |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Weyrling Party Event! Weyrlings socialize and so do their dragons. |
| Where: Weyrling Training Cavern, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 4, Month 5, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Raining outside. |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Jo/Mentions |
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| Weyrling Training Cavern, High Reaches Weyr All the furniture here has been pushed to one side of the room to allow a large pathway opposite: room enough to let weyrling dragons pass from the bowl's archway to the cavernous barracks at the back. None of the furniture matches, either: it varies from big cushioned, claw-footed chairs to those of plain wood, while the most seating is at the two stone tables ringed by low and equally hard stone benches. Without the tapestries that decorate many of the Weyr's other interior spaces, the room always echoes with noise, no matter how few are there. What it does have, however, are several colorful murals: on one wall, a detailed diagram of a dragon's anatomy; opposite, next to a creaky wooden door, a number of painted and labeled wing formations. Near the entrance is a large-scale version of the Weyr's badge, while the back wall, by the barracks, features a detailed map of the continent. The latter area's also home to one big, beat-up couch, black or maybe blue -- the thing's so old and filthy it's hard to tell, though it's certainly comfortable. The party is in full swing! There's a wing-sized table laden with food, one end set aside for drinks - beer, wine, and non-alcoholic options too, of course. There's even music, and dancing! Weyrlings mill about, relaxing with their class or socialising with their invited guests; the overall vibe is a happy, relaxed buzz. N'ky is on the edge of the party, leaning against a wall and eating fingerfood from the plate he holds; he's not made the best of efforts to look dressy, but he's smartened himself up somewhat - apart from his incorrigible hair. It's just... messy. Short, choppy, and messy. Not that he notices. Stepping into the barracks party from the bowl - Alida having finished first Ilicaeth's bath, then her own - the woman at first passes deeper inside with her blue, dropping off her bathrobe at the pair's couch. A couple of minutes pass, and then the pair of bluies reappears in the training area, the little blue moving about on his own to cautiously inspect the party and party *gear* while the blonde simply halts on the outskirts and looks all around with a dubious expression. As a pairing, a party is one of the times that Rasavyth and K'zin are at their best. Rasavyth's been recently bathed and oiled, smelling sweetly - so it's not just the standard unscented stuff, but something a little classier. His way of dressing up. K'zin is wearing the same slightly too-big doublet and trouser combination that he wore to the Hatching Feast, his short hair attractively tousled. They're mingling. Rasavyth interacts with the other dragons and indeed with the other humans his mate chats with. K'zin is all smiles and grins, good humor a constant on his face. Excusing themselves from a small grouping, the bronze pair make their way towards the drinks, happening upon N'ky's spot on the wall as they move. "Hey N'ky!" K'zin greets cheerfully as they approach. "Not dancing?" His eyes glance about, though there does seem to be a distinct lack of feminine wiles to be found in his sweeping look. Cailluneth is all too keen to stretch her neck towards Rasavyth to get a whiff of his new scented oil; she reacts with a sneezy-snort sound, flicking her tongue out over her muzzle and looking from the bronze to his weyrling, then up to her own, then back to her bronze brother. N'ky's greeting for his friend has to wait until he's swallowed his mouthful of spiced wherry, but when it comes, it's a big grin. Maybe too big. Maybe he's had his drink already? "No dancing," he says with a vehement shake of his head. "N-not unless Alida," he sees you there, bluerider-to-be! "- wants to dance." After some protracted moments for a good study, Alida coaxes herself into motion once again, the blonde in her typical - if fresh - weyrling attire slowly weaving among her fellow weyrlings to take further stock of this shindig. After noting various behaviors, foods, and limited booze with astute eyes, the bluie's features shift slowly into something resembling dry amusement, nothing said or done yet as she strolls languidly along on her path to nowhere. She's too far away at this point to have heard N'ky's words of her to K'zin. And Ilicaeth? He's stopping here and there near other little dragons, perhaps holding his own kind of mixer with each as he silently chatters. "You'd have to be careful with her for a partner," K'zin leans in conspiratorially towards N'ky, "You never know where a woman like her would lead you. And you know she'd want to lead." His brown brows wiggle provocatively. He hasn't spotted Alida. For all he knows, the blue weyrling could be right behind him about ready to thrash him for suggesting such a thing. "Have your drink yet? I could grab you one if you like. Rasavyth leans his neck in towards Cai, allowing her to drink in the dusky scent of sandalwood. « Do you like it? My K'zin found this one or lavender. I thought this one was a bit more-- pleasant. » Rasavyth's translucent shimmer ripples briefly with a rainbow that fades back to transparency, waiting, it would seem to see what colors are on the forefront of Cai's mind this evening, waiting to see what he ought to reflect back. (Rasavyth to Cailluneth) "I wouldn't mind her leading me," N'ky says with a shrug of his shoulders, looking thoughtfully over to the blonde, and pointing her out to K'zin with a nod of his head. Better his buddy knows she's there, right? In fact, the green weyrling raises his hand to try and catch her attention, in the hopes of drawing her over. "I had, um, half a beer," he admits with a blushing grin to his friend; he never was a big drinker. "Do you think that counts as our one drink? Or is it a pint? I don't know. Wherry?" He holds the plate out towards K'zin - there's wherry and more to choose from. The colours on Cailluneth's mind are silver and welcoming, moonlight spun to gossamer softness. « I like your scent, » she admits softly, creating a whirling of warm cinnamon - both colour and scent - mixed with smoke and something... something expensive-smelling, that comes to her mind as gold. Pure, shining gold. This is extended towards him in a soft cloud, draped atop him like a fragrant cloak. But, hidden behind it all, there is a little glowing hint of approval for the fragranced oil. (Cailluneth to Rasavyth) The hairs on the back of her neck prickle just a little, Alida getting the definite feeling that she's being watched. Of course, in this situation, it's safe to assume that this might be happening a lot...so the blonde simply looks all around instead of becoming testy or paranoid...and soon finds N'ky and his waving hand among the weyrlings. A certain calculating looks slides over the bluie's green gaze, but she does indeed step forward at the beckoning gesture...though *first*, a drink is nabbed. And while the weyrlingmaster staff and others aren't looking, another and another are nipped up, poured into the mug gracing the young woman's right hand, her feet finally continuing her on again until she's pulling up before green and bronzer. Sip. "Who thought this up?" is brusquely inquired. Rasavyth's neck extends to Cailluneth and he lightly contacts the green's own, rubbing the oil gently and briefly onto this skin. Month 2: Learn to share. Check! He croons softly to the green before withdrawing his neck. K'zin glances briefly at his lifemate, but then there's food to be attended to. Half the contents of N'ky's goodie plate are swept up using both hands, and gobbled quickly. "Thanks!" The gratitude is certainly genuine, as well it should be for such a sacrifice! But the green weyrling has known him long enough to know that if you offer Waki food, you mightn't have any left and he wouldn't think twice about it. He stands off against the wall with N'ky and their dragons, Ras smelling of sandalwood. K'zin, too, is spiffed for the party. As Alida arrives beside them, drink in hand, K'zin eyes it, "Might've brought some for the rest of us, eh?" To N'ky, "I don't think half a beer counts. Definitely a pint." Helpful! "Dunno," To Alida again. "N'ky wants you to lead him around the dance floor though." Helpful! He nods towards where the Harpers are set up and a few pairs of feet are moving to the tune. "P-parties are fun," N'ky replies to Alida - not the answer she wanted, perhaps, but it's offered nevertheless! He's not dressed quite as dapperly at K'zin, but he's made an effort in everything but his hair, which is just impossible and not worth trying with. The green weyrling shoulderbumps K'zin roughly for telling Alida about the dancing, giving his friend a look. A 'dude, why?' look, which turns a little shy as he looks to Alida, and shrugs his shoulders. "Um... I-I said I'd dance, if, um, you wanted to. But I'm n-not very good." As Alida will perhaps have noticed, during the hatching feast. To Cailluneth, Rasavyth's mind picks up the colors like a sponge, and then with a tensing of his mind touch, they're reproduced, spewing across his mindscape. Silver and gold. He pulls from memory the texture of velvet and lace splays patters through the richness of the metallic hues. « There. Now you have some of it for yourself. Though, if pressed, I'd have to say the lavender and vanilla » The scents weave into his mind, « would suit you better. » Sabella has been out of the barracks obviously, since she comes in through the door. The heavy rain continues to pour down outside. Her eyes quickly scan the scene of the party as she skates around the outer edges, disappearing towards where the cots and couches are. When she returns a few minutes later it's looking much more refreshed and less rained on by the sky. Her outfit is a cute little thing that's chilly weather appropriate and fun since well, she's had to wear work clothes for the better part of the last month they've been here. In good spirits she moves through the weyrlings, stopping by her regulars as she gravitates towards N'ky, K'zin and Alida. To Rasavyth, Cailluneth seems pleased with what she sees, luxuriating in the softness of the velvet, testing the dainty pattern of the lace with her own silver curiosity. Pleasure radiates golden-brown throughout her thoughts, lavender and vanilla caught up a colourful whirl that breezes gently across her mindscape. Approving spring green curls around Rasavyth's thoughts, drawing him in closer. « ... but I do not like this scent on my hide, » she adds, regretfully soft, speaking of the oil now on her neck. At first, Alida is more taken up in watching how Ras and Cai respond to one another, the woman's nose catching the scent of sandalwood before she turns to K'zin and notes dryly, "Already he's tryin' t'charm the girlies." Smirk-snort-sip. To the bronzer's words of drinks, the blonde shrugs slightly, then noting in glib alto tones, "Didn't know whatcha' wanted. Plus, staff coulda'thought I was trying ta' appropriate three for myself." Pay no attention to the full-to-the-brim mug in her hand, the scent of scotch strong within it. At the two young males' words of a dance, the ex-guard lofts one brow up on high while calmly observing Waki and Nicky for a few protracted moments, another sip of her potent booze taken. "Not a fan uv dancing, really..." is noted blandly, her features still holding that perhaps irritating hint of bemusement. She's yet to notice Sabella gradually closing with them. And Ilicaeth? The blue's moving on to yet another dragon - a little brown this time - to trade silent words, his short neck giving small wiggles while the pair converse. K'zin breaks out into laughter as Rasavyth's neck is quickly withdrawn, a subtle look of surprise. He looks pointedly at K'zin and snorts. "Well, how was I supposed to know she'd like it but not want it on her?" He reaches out a comforting hand to pat his dragon's head, but the dragon ducks it, giving him a look. He grumbles deep in his chest before turning his wedged head towards Cai apologetically. "He's failing at it pretty miserably." K'zin announces to Alida, grinning. A quick whap of bronze tail to back of man's thighs wipes that grin away. The weyrling gives his lifemate a look. Then they're just looking at one another for a long moment before both simultaneously return to the company at hand. It's a little comedic, really. "C'mon now, 'lida. I saw you dancing with Hana." Saw and gawked and gawked and saw. "You're light enough on your feet. Could teach N'ky a thing or two." He grins at N'ky. Helpful, see? He catches sight of Sabs approaching, "Maybe Sabs will want a dance. Hey Sabs!" He calls to the green weyrling, waving a hand toward her. To Cailluneth, Rasavyth's mind abruptly flattens and the color drains out of his touch. In fact, his mind becomes all but a ghost in his embarrassment. Silence stretches on, no shimmers, just blank, empty space. To Rasavyth, Cailluneth sends a silver wash of apology, casting a bubble of rainbow warmth around them. No hard feelings, just the desire to make her brother comfortable. "Um... i-it's ok, Alida." N'ky isn't too disappointed by being let down, because he's distracted by the behaviour between Cailluneth and Rasavyth. He watches them, then when Rasavyth looks at K'zin, he stares at his green. "Um..." An apologetic look is given to his friend, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he shrugs. Dragons. What to do with them? Cailluneth twines her way around his legs, and N'ky reaches over to capture K'zin's wrist for a quick squeeze, hoping his friend will understand what he means through the touch. "Um... I-I need to go, um... C-Cailluneth needs oil." She's demanding a bath, actually, to remove the oil on her neck, but he's trying to be diplomatic. "You can dance with me later, Waki?" Another quick squeeze of his friend's wrist, before he drops his near-empty plate in the bronze weyrling's hands, then turns on his heel with Cailluneth close behind him, heading back towards the barracks. As he passes Sabs he gives her a shy little finger-wiggle wave, pointing out K'zin and Alida in case she hasn't seen them already. Sabs breaks away from one group and begins to actually head towards them now. When N'ky passes her she reaches out to stop him, but he seems hurried. Whatever it was she was going to catch him about, it'll have to wait. The finger wiggle wave isn't totally necessary because she can hear K'zin calling her name out from across the way. Her smile lights up and she heads towards him and Alida. One hand is lifted in a wave and soon she's standing with them as well. The blue weyrling recieves a polite nod of her head, if not a true friendly greeting. "Are you both having fun yet? It's not a bad place to have a party after all." As K'zin and Rasavyth trade their various barbs, Alida takes note of the pair of lifemates, her lips tipping into a strange half-smirk that holds various emotions within...none of them obvious enough to be easily readable. Riposting the young bronzerider: "Light on my feet doesn't translate inta' 'wants to right now.'" Take the hint, Waki: no means no. Oiy, and then the ex-Smith's calling out to the approaching Sabella, which in turn evinces a flick of eyes in the female greenie's direction and a donning of Alida's more typical mask of utter neutrality. For Nicky, however, the blonde murmurs something under her breath near his ear, then lifting her mug carefully to toast him off. "Have fun..." is noted to the departing pair, a faint smirk still curling the guard's lips for a moment or two. And then Sabella's there, and her bland face returns, an equally neutral response given with, "Not my idea uv a party, but it's okay." Shrug. K'zin accepts the plate of food from N'ky before he goes. His feelings clearly aren't hurt, and the bronze-- well, he's not about to let a moment's embarrassment quash the whole night for him. But now that the group is lacking in dragons and since he has his lifemate's ears for this conversation, he goes on his way to nose about the rest of the chatter in the cavern. K'zin is mid-bite, polishing off the last of the food the green weyrling left for him when Sabs arrives and poses her question. "Well, I'm not nearly tipsy enough for my tastes, but I suppose that whole one drink limit isn't going to let me get there anyway. I guess since I'm still alive though, that's what they're counting on us celebrating? Our continued existence and relative sanity?" He glances between the women to see if they concur on the reason the party was proposed. After taking another bite, a bit of the pasty he popped in his mouth seems to get stuck somewhere it oughtn't, and he's coughing suddenly. Eyes start to water and a pleading gesture is made towards Alida's mug - begging for mercy? The empty plate is set on a table behind him and he gestures again, clearly silently requesting a sip of her beverage to cure the coughing fit. "Well you can't please everyone." Sabella replies brightly, she adjusts the folds of her fluttery skirts. The green weyrling hasn't made a move to get a drink of her own yet, even if it is being offered tonight. She hasn't seemed much interested in it. In the meanwhile, if Alida means to be purposely bland and neutral she hardly behaves as if she notices that sort of poor behavior at all. "Didn't we mention already that you need to stop thinking about our deaths?" There's a look directed at K'zin for this as she slips next to him. Of course she doesn't have a drink to offer, but she begins to pat him on the back as he coughs. That always helps or it's supposed to. Her expression is concerned as she flickers a glance towards Alida. Watching N'ky hurry off with Cai apparently gives Alida reason to be thirsty, for the guard is sipping from her mug of scotch often, at this point, the young woman able to sip the potent stuff well given her...ahmm...cultured palate. Puttering along with K'zin and Sabella like an uncaring third wheel, the blonde's gaze finally moves from taking in how others converse and circulate to the suddenly-coughing Waki. Green eyes narrow in concentration upon him, and once she feels certain that the Smith isn't choking to death, the bluie runs off to nab the male weyrling a quick mug of cool beer. Give her about 15 seconds, and she back, offering it to the bronzer weyrling, watching him for reactions. Hopefully, if anything worse takes place between her heading off for the beer and returning to the pair, Sabella will call out and inform her. K'zin's eyes look a bit horrified as Alida just walks away from his plea. He gives an almost panicked look to Sabs as he continues to cough, but then there's a beer being put into his hands and he looks, with surprise, to find Alida back. He gulps the beer gratefully and a few coughs later, the pastry seems to have found its way. He's a little red-faced but no worse for the wear, it seems. "Thanks, Alida." He offers to the blue weyrling before offering to Sabs also, "Thank you." Now, back to the business of chatting about the party. "Alright turn out, I suppose. Not as exciting as the Hatching Feast, by far. But I guess not every event can have a weyrwoman announcing her true identity, huh?" Ba-dum-ching! And the winner for bad joke of the night goes to... "Ever think uv' chewing yer food instead uv' inhaling it?" the ex-guard notes dryly to Waki around a slender snippet of a smirk, then lifting her mug to him in a silent 'you're welcome' gesture. Sip. As for the young bronzer's words of the Weyrwoman's outing of herself... "You hear any more about that? "Ever think uv' chewing yer food instead uv' inhaling it?" the ex-guard notes dryly to Waki around a slender snippet of a smirk, then lifting her mug to him in a silent 'you're welcome' gesture. Sip. As for the young bronzer's words of the Weyrwoman's outing of herself... "You hear any more about that?" Perhaps oddly, the inquiry is directed at both K'zin and Sabella, the blonde's incisive gaze flicking to the both of them. K'zin. What a bad joke. Sabella just groans at it but has the good manners to not poke too much. After all, he was just choking to death in front of her. She gives his back a final pat before withdrawing her hand. "Yeah, no problem. That's what you get for frequently mentioning how we're all going to die, you know." That comes with a teasing edge, joking with her friend now that it's obvious he's okay. As for the news on Aishani, the green weyrling is quiet and doesn't respond much at all to that question from Alida. "A bit." K'zin responds to Alida's question, though he he's quickly enough changing the topic. Sort of rude since he was the one to bring it up, "Sabs, would a dance tonight satisfy that part of my payment? I've been getting a bit of time at the forge lately. The rest should be done soon." A hand rises to run through his hairs, locks falling back into attractive disarray. Well then, the subject of Aishani is apparently a no-go, and Alida leaves it be, the blonde then listening to whatever the other two weyrlings have to say as she sips her scotch. And, since conversations turned apparently boring and more between two people than three, the guard simply bobs her head stiffly and steps aside, moving off towards where she thinks she spies Ilicaeth nose-to-nose with one of the true gossips of their weyrling class: a large green. This is awkward. Sabella looks between the two other weyrlings and eventually smiles. She looks like she's going to be exiting this situation herself when K'zin brings up the point of payments owed. Instead of escaping, she watches as Alida moves off instead. For the teenager with his pretty awesome haircut, "A dance tonight would definitely satisfy that part of your payment, yes." She answers finally, tipping her head in the direction of the 'dance floor'. K'zin might not be of a mind to offer further information without prompting but the shimmery ooze of Rasavyth's mind superimposed onto a sandy whirling dervish arriving on the scene. « If yours is curious, you might tell her that my K'zin asked Cadejoth's K'del about Iesaryth's Aishani. He learned the history and is curious to speak with Iesaryth's. Has your Alida spoken with her much? » (Rasavyth to Ilicaeth) Unable to dissuade her lifemate from what appears to be an intense session of gossip mongering, Alida simply huffs out an irritated sigh and leaves Ilicaeth to it, the blonde striding towards the tables and nabbing herself a pair of finger sandwiches before she strides to the periphery of the little gathering. Finding herself a comfy seat, 'lida simply eats, imbibes...and watches...something she's damned good at doing. Golden-colored whorls of fine sand and silica dust the edges of Rasavyth's shimmery ooze, a scattering of 'voices' barely made out before the blue's focus diminishes some green's input to him. Rasping, yet somehow honed smooth, « I don't believe so... » is whorled to the bronze, a variety of sandy vistas offered for Ras to paint his picture of K'zin's conversation upon. (Ilicaeth to Rasavyth) K'zin offers the green weyrling a hand, prepared to make good on that part of the payment at least. His eyes do trail after Alida for a moment, but let's face it: the idea that there might be a conversation between the three of them that went on longer than the one of kissing and cutting has slim to no chance. At least not now. The Harpers are playing an up-tempo song, however, so at least there's good dancing to be had. To Ilicaeth, Rasavyth's touch, as so often is the case, is devoid of specific imagery, and accompanied only by the sense of things and that vague shimmery ooze. So no picture is painted, but the words come with the grit of the sand and the heat of the desert. « Cadejoth's K'del believes she might be out for revenge for the hanging of her father, who raided the Weyr after taking advantage of their hospitality in times before Cadejoth found his K'del. » Sabella watches as the bluerider moves off to stay and watch at the outer edges, something careful in her own eyes there as she returns some of that distant interest. It's momentary and she focuses her attention back onto K'zin again, taking up the offered hand. "So are you actually able to dance or will you step on my feet the entire time?" She asks lightly, turning a smile up onto him and allowing the other teenager to leader her out there. Her own ability to dance is really not bad, well suited to the up-tempo song that's being played currently. So be it. The various vistas swirl together into a dust whirl, banished with a thought, leaving an almost stately waltz of occasional swirls of golden sand rife with motes of reflective quartz dancing upon the barren looking soil of Ilicaeth's desert. There's no words at this moment, but full attention is given to the bronze's words, the blue's parched and arid landscape suddenly coming to life here and there with the occasional cactus or wild bloom. And once Ras is done, the slightly excited 'caeth inquires, « Was there any more said? » (Ilicaeth to Rasavyth) K'zin can't help but smile at the question as his fingers close around Sabella's hand, stepping lightly over to the dance floor. "I have a sister who's only a turn and a bit younger than me. When we were young, she loved to dance. She always wanted to be the wife of some Lord or another. Not likely coming from a family of MineCrafters, of course. But she was told by a friend when she was only five that a Lady had to dance better than anyone else. So I was her partner. For turns. And once you've made your little sister cry once for stepping on her feet, you learn not to make that mistake again." By the time he's done relating his story, they're at the floor and he uses his grip on her hand and a few agile steps to spin her into his arms (appropriate dancing length apart!), if she's willing. "Your toes are safe with me. I promise." His smile is warm to accompany those sincere words. The scent of the desert at night is what comes next. It's a cool, moist thing, filled with floral scents and the sounds of beasts, active and excited. « Why, Ilicaeth, I'm sure I would be glad to recall more particular details, if you might share something with me in return? I'm not picky. Any secret or worthy gossip would do. » Tit for tat. He's offered up enough in good will. (Rasavyth to Ilicaeth) Ahh, so this is how it is. « Fair enough... » Ilicaeth murmurs around a sharp swirl of desert sands that bite at the fringes of his bronzen brother's mind in a mix of faint irritation and slicing humor. A set of images are 'lifted' from his rider's mind, and sifted into Ras's, playing like a movie: Alida dancing with Hana. And then the 'rewind' button is apparently pushed, taking them both to a little scene that occured before any of the dragonets were hatched: Alida speaking quietly to Hana. Words about Hana not wanting to dance with over-eager youths are exchanged with the then-candidate blonde, who soon agrees to do the waltz with the lady-in-waiting to get her off the hook. (Ilicaeth to Rasavyth) "I think that you've mentioned your sister before. Is she the one that went and joined the Weavercraft? And that was all your fault somehow?" Sabella asks with curiosity. Once they're out onto the floor, she settles easily into the steps that K'zin leads them through. Tonight she's polite enough that she doesn't try too terribly hard to get him flustered, but she can't help it if there's some sort of touching throughout the dance, can she? This is a contact sport after all. When the spin comes, she lays her hands onto his arms and laughs brightly. "I believe you. That you're able to dance and you didn't make your sister cry all the time." "That's the very one. Wakinzia. She's the only one I have. Sister, that is. I've got five brothers, though. All big, burly, and have heads full of rocks." It's clear which of his siblings K'zin prefers. The young man proves himself to be more than equaled to the task, dancing downright gracefully with Sabs through the song. There are some moments where he's blushing and missing a step when she gets a little too close, but, true to his word, he never steps on her toes, or even comes close. There's a round of applause as the song ends and K'zin is leading them back toward where he left his drink at the edge of the crowd of party-goers. "Do you have any siblings back at Greenfields? Or elsewhere?" His interest is politely curious. Brown gaze flits about as he walks, taking in the faces enjoying the event. To Ilicaeth, Rasavyth is true to his word. His eagerness for the details of the story related to him by the blue is easy to identify in the intensity of the sparkles on his glossy clear ooze. Though he's eager to receive the tale, it doesn't seem as though he's paying particular attention to the details, satisfied enough to have had a bargain struck and fulfilled. « Cadejoth's hasn't spoken yet with Iesaryth's since the hatching. He is also not sure of how Jo » The woman is not identified by her dragon as there's a definite lack of connection to either dragon or woman on the part of the little bronze, « is connected, but recognizes that she stood with Iesaryth's when she addressed the Weyr. » It's a little more. Not a lot more. But then they both know the story Ilicaeth chose to share was not of great importance either. Perhaps more could have been gained for a greater extension of trust. "Your names are very close." Sabella comments, something he obviously would be aware of. But it's news to her so there's a faint hint of gentle, interested surprise in her voice. Through the dance if she's made him miss a step here or there, the greenrider doesn't comment on his blushing at least. "Thank you for the dance, even if you were just paying me back." She tells him, smiling crookedly at him as the exit back into the crowd. "I have... a few. They're not at Greenfields." Which is about as helpful as it gets from her. « Very well, then... » Another snippet of a trade is offered up, this one of higher stakes, a gritty whorl of brown sands without much quartz scraping across the bronze's hide. An image of Jo is given, strengthened in solidity, assigned to a craggy-hided blue. « Tacuseth. » There is then the image of Jo dark with coal dust, digging out a life of despair in the Mines of Crom, then swirling into her smirking darkly aboard Tacuseth's back...later in the progression of time. Then the image of Jo and once-Brieli standing united on some podium while speaking to the Hatching party guests...both of them smirking. (Ilicaeth to Rasavyth) "They're all very close. My parents are from the 'combine your names for your kids' names' tradition. There are only so many ways you can work Wakina and Zianarius together." K'zin responds with a ready smile. "You should hear some of the others they came up with. I'm honestly surprised that they didn't just pick a combination they liked and then number us down the line. They're not-- very creative." He admits with a shrug. He stops, bringing Sabs' hand up to brush the back of it lightly with a chaste kiss. "Truthfully, I think I got the better part of our deal. I'd've danced paid you to dance with me." This is delivered with a grin. "Maybe sometime we can compare notes about being a sibling." That's the best he can come up with as an excuse to hang out with the green weyrling more. He was actually a little smooth, right up until that moment. "Are you sure? There sound like there are an awful lot of letters to work with there." Sabs teases back, returning his smile easily. "You'll have to tell me later which number of the Wakizian's you fall under." Because something is dragging her away from hearing just now, maybe it's the waving of a certain brownriding weyrling in the background. Her smile turns apologetic and she lifts a shoulder. The fact that K'zin is actually quite smooth there catches her off guard, not the first time lately. She pulls her hand back when he's done and laughs quietly. "Alright, if you wanted to do that. Though I could think of more interesting things." Of course she could. Canie waves more from over there. "Excuse me. I'll catch up with you later." She flashes him one more quick, impish grin before she slips away. The desert sounds hush. This tid-bit is of substantially greater interest to Rasavyth than the former. His mind betrays greater attention to the details provided here. The tit-for-tat continues as Rasavyth's tenor purrs to life, gritty and hazed by dust. « Cadejoth's K'del expressed regret- » An image flashes into vivid life: K'del's blonde head bent, hands covering his face, shoulders shaking gently. There's no soundtrack, but could he be crying? He's been known to be a crier. « For choosing death for Iesaryth's Aishani's father. » (Rasavyth to Ilicaeth) He memorizes every clinical detail about what is offered to him, Ilicaeth giving a pre-baritone rumble of decided interest of his own at what's revealed. But for the potentially crying K'del, the blue offers a gust of sandy wind that peppers and stings the hide, as well as a chortled and raspy, « Alida already knows he's capable of such emotional reactions. » A quick stacatto set of images relates the day in the living caverns that K'del went a little apeshit on H'kon...K'del then losing it and weeping outside. « Not enough... » is noted back dryly to Rasavyth. Ante up. (Ilicaeth to Rasavyth) "Spelling isn't the strongest of suits for MineCraft." That's probably just a joke. Masters would have to be able to spell, right? "I'm just lucky some stray letters didn't sneak in there somehow. Then it'd just be confusing as to my parentage. Though, I suppose my father'd like that, now." A dark look flits across the former Smith's face, but then she's heading off and he grins after her. "I'll follow your lead when the chance arises." Then he's left on his own, rejoining with his social butterfly of a lifemate. The desert sounds hush. This tid-bit is of substantially greater interest to Rasavyth than the former. His mind betrays greater attention to the details provided here. The tit-for-tat continues as Rasavyth's tenor purrs to life, gritty and hazed by dust. « Cadejoth's K'del expressed regret- » An image flashes into vivid life: K'del's blonde head bent, hands covering his face, shoulders shaking gently. There's no soundtrack, but could he be crying? He's been known to be a crier. « For choosing death for Iesaryth's Aishani's father. » (Rasavyth to Ilicaeth) To Ilicaeth, Rasavyth's shimmer freezes. It's not fear, it's not alarm. It's his hesitancy that is communicated by this sudden consuming stillness. Trepidation worms its way in, the bronze losing some of his grit and the transparency of his own more genuine thoughts seeping through. « To tell you this would be a betrayal of the trust of Cadejoth's K'del. » The ooze wrestles with itself, torn about telling this next. « If I tell you, you and yours will keep it in the strictest confidence? And you and yours shall trust me and mine with something of equal importance and value? » What is trust if not a two way street. There's a sudden blast of sand puffing up in a brisk wind - so hot and arid - the miniature sandstorm temporarily obscuring everything from the senses, except for Ilicaeth's weathered and raspy 'voice.' « I simply want one more small and *relevant* piece of information added to the last you gave me... » the cagey blue notes in level tones, drawing from his lifemate to add to his arsenal. There's a hint of elemental sulfur and iron mixed in with his voice, a touch of orange added to those golden, blowing sands. (Ilicaeth to Rasavyth) If Ilicaeth's not interested, then he is not interested, Rasavyth's attitude conveys itself. « The relevant information in the last is that Cadejoth's K'del expressed regret for the death of Iesaryth's Aishani's father. » Where K'del's feelings on the Vijay's death had been previously obscured to the larger part of the Weyr. The interesting part was not that K'del cried, but for what reason K'del cried. « If you want more details in what might follow, it is you who must better your offer. If you wish not to pursue, that is, of course, your prerogative. » It's a friendly exchange, of course. No obligation. (Rasavyth to Ilicaeth) Those winds blow harder, more steadily now when Rasavyth's words are heard out, the sands of his mind heavier, almost Igen-orange by this point, starting to scour and abrade some, though his mindvoice remains flat. « You need ta' better learn how to properly trade information. » There's cool denial in the blue's words, a certain guarded, dark hint of humor in tasty knowledge withheld from his sibling. No obligation indeed. As he feels he's been shorted in the exchange of information in favor of Rasavyth's need to keep upping the ante instead of calling, Ilicaeth simply erects a monolithic stone barrier formed from the gutrock of Pern herself...this image the only thing left in the bronze's mind after the short-lived sandstorm is whisked away. (Ilicaeth to Rasavyth) Let the winds blow. The transparent shimmer doesn't even ripple in their face. Rasavyth is unflappable. « Tell me, Ilicaeth, or perhaps Ilicaeth's Alida, » For it does occur to the shrewd bronze that he, at this point, may be dealing more directly with rider than with beast. « Is the reason you doubt the value of my information about Cadejoth's K'del's regret because you already knew of it? He has made no public statement on his feeling of the night. He fled the scene of the announcement and hasn't spoken to Iesaryth's Aishani since. Speculation is not confirmed. I am confirming it. How is it that this is not appropriately valuable. » Obviously, the bronze's intention was not to short-change the information, but there's just some disagreement over the value of what is offered. He won't be offering more lest it be explained. Besides which, as the information exchange began with him, it is not that he has short-changed the blue pair, it is that they find this piece unworthy of continuing the exchange. After the information of Jo, they were even for what had been offered. It was Rasavyth's turn to provide a new clue to get the next from Ilicaeth, and apparently the bronze's bit is found wanting. He seeks to understand the cause, but there has been no short-changing. It was his turn, but at the start of a new round, not completion of one that is past. (Rasavyth to Ilicaeth) Apparently there's still a little bit of Ilicaeth listening behind that impenitrable wall of gutrock, for the blue's now muffled voice responds to his bronze brother - once Rasavyth's done converying what he wishes - in neutral tones that convey not much of anything, « We suspected his regret, given observation. It was... logical. » This is apparently good enough for the wiley blue. No, there will be no more 'dragon poker' this evening, no more exchanges or wagers. Every game must close, and perhaps the weyrling is too cautious to go offering gold for a potentially dubious sack of 'treasures.' « Perhaps another time, Rasavyth. » Or a different subset of information. Much as his lifemate, the blue shuts off access to his thoughts with crisp and sudden precision...even the bulwark of that massive wall now gone. (Ilicaeth to Rasavyth) Regret is expressed to the retreating mind touch. « And we had come so far. » The tenor whispers. But so far with what? With their secrets? With their... friendship? « Perhaps next time we will talk of the deal Cadejoth's K'del will make with Iesaryth's Aishani. » His tone is wistful and edged with sadness, mindtouch once again a simple translucent shimmer. (Rasavyth to Ilicaeth) « *static* » (Ilicaeth to Rasavyth) |
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