Logs:Women Can Do Anything Men Can Do
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| RL Date: 18 February, 2015 |
| Who: Farideh, Schuyler, X'vae, Keysi, H'vier |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: A casual conversation in the living caverns takes a.. difficult turn. |
| Where: Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 16, Month 1, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Snow. |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions, Drex/Mentions, Itsy/Mentions, Issedi/Mentions, Fayla/Mentions, Devaki/Mentions, V'ros/Mentions, Alida/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions |
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| Snow falls steadily outside, but the lower caverns are warm and bustling. It's in the living cavern between the breakfast and lunch rushes, that Farideh's camped out at one of the tables. She's bundled up in a few extra layers and seems to be concentrating on a short sentence, scrawled hastily on crumpled up paper. Her fingers hold tight to her chin, her elbow perched on the table top. Though there's a small group of riders a few seats down, jostling the table and laughing noisily, she doesn't blink an eye; maybe Weyrlife is wearing on her. Both across and on either side of her, there are empty seats, and her own belongings - a blanket, a collection of threads, and more papers - spread messily across the table beside her. Schuyler enters the cavern with a bounce in his step. His sleeves are rolled up to the elbow and he carries a mug of klah in one hand. A sausage roll is in the other hand, or rather being hastily stuffed in his mouth with the other hand. His bright gaze scans the cavern and he gives a cheerful wave to the riders without actually joining them. Instead he veers towards Farideh's table, grabbing a nearby chair and swinging it around backwards to settle into, his elbows resting on the back. "Quite the spread you've got there." he greets with a smile. That X'vae comes into the cavern from the bowl at a run is explained by the small explosion of white powder over the poor coats unlucky enough to be on the hooks closest to the mouth of the cavern. The arching of the bluerider's back is the only thing that saves his flight jacket from taking the brunt of the snowball's chilly wrath. It leaves him grinning, as he settles into a more casual walk, pausing to stomp most of the snow from his boots before he's hanging his jacket on one of the well inside hooks and plucking at his light green sweater to shake it into a less matted-to-his-body arrangement. He swings past a buffet table on his way, picking up some of the leavings from breakfast and the early-not-really-yet lunch offerings before sliding into the chair beside Schuyler, "Morning," he offers in his own cheery way before stuffing one of the flat river grain cakes into his mouth. At least he chews with his mouth closed. The baker's arrival startles Farideh out of her reverie. She turns to look at him, blinking away her previously dreamy expression. "Spread-- oh, yeah, sorry," she says sheepishly, reaching to pull her things closer to her portion of the table, where they won't be bothering anyone else. "I was going to put them on a seat, but-- I got distracted." Biting her lip, she looks down at the crumbled paper and its message, but her gaze is drawn away, to X'vae as he sits down next to Schuyler. "Hello, X'vae," she greets automatically, and then presses fingers to her mouth. "Apologies. I'm Farideh. You're?" of the baker, since they've yet to be acquainted. At least X'vae's name has already been introduced! Schuyler chuckles at the rider's entrance. "Looks like a fun morning out there." he quips before turning back to Farideh. "Nice t'meetcha. I'm Schuyler. But you can call me Sky if you'd like." he turns to the rider. "X'vae is it?" he takes a big sip of his klah. "Busy in here today with all that snow. Looks like you've taken up my favorite pastime of a snowball fight already." he jokes lightly. "You need anything to warm you up?" he asks Farideh. "I know how to get it." he winks. The living cavern is a haven from the snow that falls outside. X'vae is settled at a table with Schuyler (cool kid style with a reversed chair) and Farideh (and all her things on the table), perhaps enjoying the semi-calm of the cavern after breakfast but before lunch. "Yep," the big blonde confirms with an easy grin for the younger man. "Izazeth's rider with Snowdrift," he'll even fill in and add a, "Well met, Sky." There's no formalities here, just crunching on of that grain-cake, which is pauses to dip into a dollop of nut butter on his plate. "My wingmates." He explains of the fight, "Snow's good times." He probably thinks so since he doesn't have to be the one to clear the bowl of all its snow dunes. He looks to Farideh then, and raises a brow, his lips pulling into a quietly amused smile. "Distracted?" is the only word he chooses to pose to her as a question. "Sky," the brunette repeats dubiously. "I suppose that's a name, then. It's nice to meet you, Sky, even if Schuyler has a classic ring to it." Farideh starts to fold up the crumpled paper while the two men speak, but slants them both a querulous stare from beneath furrowed brows. "Do I need anything warm? If you could warm the air, and make the snow stop, I'd be eternally grateful--" To X'vae, a slight narrowing of her hazel eyes, "Yes. Mightily, I might add." Face flushed red and clothing lightly dampened with sweat, Keysi arrives within the living caverns from the direction of the inner caverns, somewhat more focused on fixing the hide wrapped around her knuckles and wrists than who else is taking part of the post-breakfast clearing of the sitting areas. A heavier jacket is draped over her shoulders, but her otherwise bare arms are rather patch-worked with bruises and the like. It's probably a good thing living in a colder environ and keeping that covered up. Finally looking up as she almost... almost.. walks straight into the table itself, she stops suddenly and takes in those present. "Ah, Sky, and.." It takes her a moment to recall a name beyond 'the girl and the lazy pirate,' "Farideh, right?" Is her greeting, and a nod to the third she doesn't yet know, "Apologies for interrupting, wasn't paying attention." Obviously. Schuyler grins at X'vae. "Certainly a good time. Especially when there's warm klah after." he chuckles and glances at Farideh, "I answer to both. Feel free to call me Schuyler too." her comment has him shaking his head. "I'd be happy to warm up /your/ air." he winks again. When Keysi arrives he turns the smile to her, hooking a chair for her to sit in. "Careful there! Why don't you durr a bit before you hurt yourself?" he teases good naturedly. X'vae's brow lift just a touch more to affect an innocent look in answer to Farideh's narrowed one, his hands shifting into a brief 'surrender!' gesture before he's taking another crunchy bite. He stops mid-bite to squint at the youngest girl. "You're... Keyli?" He has to work to recall the name, and still gets it wrong. But that's points for trying when they haven't actually met, right? He's half-rising to offer her his hand. "X'vae," which is more display of good manners than either of the other two got. He seems happy enough to echo Schuyler's suggestion with a gesture of his own to invite her to a seat. Once he's reseated himself, he tilts his head at Schuyler, "So, Sky," conversationally, "aside from personal air warming, what do you do around here?" His baritone is verging on playful, still friendly and all that. "You want to warm my-- what?" the laundress squeaks, and immediately turns a vivid shade of pink. Quickly, Farideh averts her eyes, running her fingers absently over her single braid, pulling it over her shoulder as her attention roams to Keysi. "Yes, Farideh. We met in the stables that one day with the lightning. You're the healer who isn't a mind healer that wants to know what's in people's heads anyway," she says pleasantly, but the smile fixed on her face wavers when she sees the other girl's bruises. "Where did you get all those? Did you slip on the stairs? Don't be embarrassed, I did that the other day too, and I had to pretend like I meant to, so people didn't laugh." "Keysi. Well met, X'vae." Is offered in a most formal sense, though her harsh greyblue eyes linger on him for a long moment in that annoying moment when recognization of someone hits, but placing them is escaping her. The hand is taken in a firm, confident- albiet sweaty and perhaps unpleasantly clammy- handshake. She takes the back of the offered seat with a hand and swings it the rest of the way under herself, sitting down formally, but sinking the rest of the way with a sigh. "Thanks." Is offered to the baker, "That's entirely possible, even if sitting." She returns on his good natured tease. And to Farideh, "Curiousity isn't quite the same as revealing the natures of someone's dirtiest secrets." It seems like a joke, even if it's dryly noted as always, "Uh.. sparring, training. I try to do a bit at least twice a day if my shifts allow. I haven't fallen down much recently, that I can recall." There is... a slight grin offered at that particular subject, given Farideh's admittence and considering Keys' recent almost-intimate interaction with the table. The lightbulb would finally hit her. "Do you work with the healers often?" It's a carefully worded question in the direction of the rider. Schuyler chuckles at the blush. "I've been referred to as an oven myself, though perhaps that's because I work with them." he smirks at the girl before turning his glance to the rider. "Baker by trade." he grins, "I'm usually caught up in the kitchens. But they let me out to play if I'm good." another rumble of a laugh at the comment, just as good natured as the rider, no shame showing in his reaction to the light jab. He turns his gaze to the younger girl. "You know what's good for after sparring? he asks rhetorically, "Food. A nice hearty stew or a meat pie. And some klah." he looks her over. "You need anything like that? Might help clear up those bruises faster." because bakers clearly know these things. If X'vae is bothered by the clamminess of Keysi's hand, there's no show of it on his face. It wouldn't be polite. He even avoids looking at Farideh given her admission and then Keysi's different reason for all the bruising on her arm. Thankfully, the bluerider has a plate to attend to and an explanation to listen to, so he focuses his more-green-today eyes on the young man. "Just-- is being called an oven really a compliment?" It's honest wondering, "I mean, women and babies, but...?" He's looking to Schuyler for the answer, likely having no personal experience to draw from in this case. "Baker," he says then, approvingly, "did you end up having to get retraining for all this wheat shortage business?" He queries with interest before casting a glance to Keysi and her bruises and then to Farideh, though he lets his eyes slide quickly away from her just in case she's looking for a safe target for... well, anything she might be feeling.
Whether or not Schuyler is an oven, is certainly none of Farideh's business, or so her avoidance of the subject might imply. "You left before you heard any of our really dirty secrets. You missed quite a fight," this to Keysi. "Oh," Farideh looks surprisingly disappointed that she doesn't have someone to share her embarrassment with, "Do you spar often? Did you learn from Alida? I'm supposed to have her teach me how to-- fight." She shrugs her slim shoulders, suddenly uncertain in face of the healer apprentice who does know how, but looks relieved when the bronzerider shows up, even if he's, technically, insulting them. "It's my rest day. Shouldn't you be--" Her fingers flick upwards, presumably meaning the sky. "Out there?" An overly loud rumbling of her stomach answers Sky before she does and Keysi nods in what seems to be an appreciative and more friendly fashion, "Eh, indeed. There is never a wrong time for klah, and before I ran into you, I was planning on scrounging through whatever may be available." Bottomless stomach, she could eat all day if given the opportunity. "I'm disappointed, then." The healer responds to Farideh, "Given that guy's nose, I imagine he fuels his fair share of clashes." The thought of fighting brings about a color to her face and eyes that is yet to be seen often, "As often as I may. I learned while traveling, while I was growing up. I don't believe I've met Alida, but I wouldn't mind training with you." The offer is stated more as a challenge than anything. A new voice has her sit up straight, and her intense observative gaze lingers on H'vier for some time. But her immediate flash of retort is restrained as Farideh answers first. Schuyler's smile doesn't flicker. "It's certainly is a compliment when it's so cold outside. Good for warming... the air." he winks. If there is any reason beside the one given for the bruises Sky is totally oblivious. "There has definitely been adjustment because of the shortage, though they can make flour from other grains and even nuts so we're working through it on enough for now." A glance to the newly entered rider and he smiles. "Just grabbing some lunch on a break, sir. Always lots to do in the kitchens." he responds lightly. He hops up from his seat and heads over to the buffet, filling a plate before ducking into the kitchen. He's gone for a few minutes before returning with the plate steaming and a large mug of klah. "Hot, just for you." he grins at her. "Morning, Wingleader," X'vae has polite acknowledgement of the bronzerider and a friendly smile, but no answer for the question. Maybe they've never met! "Why are you learning to fight?" The bluerider asks of the laundress, curiously but without the sort of judgment that might come from other quarters. "Alida's the bluerider from Glacier that caused a stir down at the Hold, isn't she?" He asks further of the laundress, or perhaps the bronzerider. There's a flick of a look toward the healer and a question on his lips that doesn't get voice (at least just now). He nudges his plate in her direction though, "Feel free, there's always more." It's mostly finger-food, so that's convenient and means his cooties aren't on things and all that very important stuff. To Schuyler, the bluerider gives a grin, "It sounds like an exciting challenge, really. All the adjustments." Given that the young man returns with a plate for the healer, his own is slightly withdrawn, though not so much that the offer doesn't seem to still stand. H'vier laughs. But then no one else is laughing at the idea of Farideh fighting anything, so he stops. "There are better people to train with than that woman," is what he'll say about that. "And I've been out there for hours already," H'vier assures Farideh with a mimic of her flicking fingers as he says it before he claims a seat nearby. Surely his wing, anyway, appreciates him taking ass-crack of dawn early sweeps on occasion. "Indeed," is added to Schuyler, though H'vier meets Keysi's gaze for several moments before glancing toward X'vae again. "That's her. You'd think a woman who thinks so highly of herself would have better control, hmm?" Says the man with a tendency to lose his temper. "I think he must enjoy fighting. He got mad because his friend wants to go to a gather with me instead of with him," Farideh says flippantly, rolling her eyes for emphasis; boys. "I told him to get his nose fixed, but he seems to enjoy looking like a misformed wherry." And that is just that, moving right along to talk about fighting. H'vier earns a sharp glance for his laughter, and X'vae a small sigh. "I want to know how to defend myself. Some people," she's not naming names, "think it's fine and dandy to push me around, throw me in bodies of water, push me down, and I don't like it. Not one bit. But I'm not exactly strong, and I don't know what to do with my hands," holding them palms up to show her vulnerability. "I could use some suggestions, at least," as her gaze settles on Keysi. "Would you be patient with me? And now laugh? I'm not even good at slapping." Dropping her hands in her lap, she looks between the two dragonriders. "Alida caused trouble?" Keysi was not exactly expecting Schuyler to jump up to get a plate for her, or to be offered bits off of X'vae's plate, but she's grateful. Grateful enough that she even smiles a little bit with a much quieter, "Thank you" in each of their directions, with not a thought given on what cooties may be lingering on X'vae's plate. Surely there are plenty. The smile looks a bit awkward, and as she begins feasting it dissolves back into her typical strictly neutral self. After a delightful few mouthfulls, she stretches back into the seat with arms above her head briefly before sitting more formally again as she listens to the exchanges with the wingleader. "Everyone is worth training with, at least once." She counters with perhaps a hint of suggestion at the bronzerider. "You never know, maybe with a bit of struture, you'll have some hidden talent and you'll become the terror of the Weyr." She takes a sip of her drink to wash down another oversized mouthfull of a roll. "I promise nothing." She added in response to not laughing, though given the rarity of her even smiling, Farideh may be in the safezone with that. On the talk of Alida, Keysi adds more towards H'vier than anyone, "Is she well trained in fighting, or just picks a lot of them?" Schuyler isn't much of a fighter himself, though he looks as though he could probably hold his own in a fight. He sips at his klah, watching the conversation around him. "The more people you can lean from the better holds true with nearly anything." he agrees with Keysi. "Shame that anyone would do something like that to anything. 'specially someone like you." not clear what he means by that exactly... though he did recently offer to warm her air. The world is saturated, no doubt, with cooties of various varieties, but X'vae won't push the plate (or his rather innocuous type) on to Keysi and he'll keep on as he has been, with the crunching. "Heard she was a guard once," of Alida, to Keysi, and then to H'vier not without interest, "Heard you were a prize fighter once. Is that true, sir?" Perhaps not the sort that Golden Boy blueriders are supposed to look up to, but enough to peak that boyish sort of interest in one who had a career he never will, but might once have immaturely dreamed of. Schulyer's first words get a nod, and then his second get an amused look shot to the laundress before he schools it and says, "Heard her name linked with some of the trouble with Glacier down at the Hold after Lady Issedi's murder." He's appropriately serious for this mention, no levity left in his expression. "Perhaps it's not that you need to learn to defend yourself, but that you need to learn to not mouth off to people who are bigger than you." Of course that's easy for him to say. H'ver is a large man. The world was basically made for him. To Keysi, he disagrees, "Everyone is not worth training with. Some people are idiots." As for Alida, H'vier will allow, "She managed to kick me in the balls once after a flight." So anyone can take that however they please, apparently. The bronzerider looks at X'vae as he pushes the rest of a meatroll into his mouth, brows furrowed, but curious more than annoyed. He nods once, then adds once he's swallowed enough to talk around. "Once, yeah. When I was younger." Mostly. "Terror of the Weyr," the laundress parrots back, with a wistful tone. If only. "I don't mouth off to anyone. Would you rather I not talk to you at all?" Her eyes lift to H'vier, eyebrows quirked in silent question, but they shortly fall and knit, pulling to Schuyler. "Isn't it pathetic? Who would ever want to do such a thing to me? I am nice," and she manages to keep a blissfully straight face in the telling. "Why not? What's wrong with being patient?" It's this that obviously frustrates Farideh, who turns on her seat, one arm resting on the table, so she can stare exasperatedly at Keysi. "I can learn, just not very fast." All the talk of Alida and prize-fighting goes over her head. Desire to argue is tamed by a deeper set respect for authority, though the mildly annoyed look in her eyes and the divergence of her attention more fully to her plate suggests her feelings on the matter. Not to mention, Keysi speaks well over her age all too often.. She's not quite sure how to respond to the comment of the kick below the belt and her link with the Hold, so takes a silent note of it to judge for later. "I never said I wouldn't be patient. I just can't promise to not be amused. Besides, if you enjoy it, the lessons will stick better." Keys is generally amused by the whole concept, her light frustration from earlier dissolving, especially as she glances back at H'vier with a hint of youthful marvel in her all too serious eyes at the thought of 'prize winning' matches. Schuyler nods to X'vae. And shrugs in H'vier's direction. "I think even someone who isn't good can teach you something. Even if it's what not to do." a smirk at the comment of his last hit leaves the question of 'what he did to deserve it' unasked. To Farideh, "If you're just looking to get away being small has its advantages." he chuckles in Keys direction as she tucks into her food. X'vae's smile for H'vier's confirmation is more of that boyish excitement, but it's contained, given that he's a grown man and all (in theory). He lets the matters of Glacier and Alida and the Hold all fall by the wayside to instead look to Schulyer, "I think you've an excellent point there. After all, failing is learning one more way not to do something, though..." he looks to Keysi with a touch of a smile, "a little patience never hurt. Think about the first time you learned to stick someone with a needlethorn. Imagine if that person hadn't been patient," his manner is of one who knows that pain. To the laundress, he'll finally say, supportively, "I think it's great that you want to learn." Even if Farideh can keep a straight face, H'vier can't keep himself from snorting at her claims. But he knows better than to refute them if he wants to keep looking at her. Though he's been generally subtle about that. "If you ask me," and nobody did, but that won't stop him from offering his opinion, "Women are better left to womanly tasks." Like cooking and cleaning and having babies, no doubt. The fact that he looks at Schuyler probably means something, but he doesn't divulge its intention before he offers an amiableish smile to X'vae. "I can enjoy it, but you shouldn't laugh. That's discouraging." Those animated eyes of hers are clouded with frustration again, doubly so when they shift to H'vier and his remarks about women tasks. "Women can do anything men can do-- better." Without a doubt, that's a challenge, even if she's quick to look at Schuyler and X'vae. "How? They can pick me up like a sack potatoes. They can push me down and sit on me if they like. I'm not fast either," she laments, her elbows plunking on the tabletop, her cheek coming to rest on her fist. "Thanks, X'vae. At least you, and--" Her lips twitch. "Sky, support me. We could all learn together." Teamwork~ "Aye, there isn't much in either field of learning that doesn't require an oversized amount of patience." Keysi agrees, "And my first turn, we practiced on each other." She doesn't feel as though she needs to add how much resolve that took. "Speaking of which," the topic brushed over earlier is touched on again in regards to X'vae, "Haven't I seen you rather frequently helping out around the infirmary? Do you practice healing when not.." Sentence trails off, finished by a sway of her hand presumably meaning dragonriding. H'vier's comment picks at the young girl's usually well-concealed temper, "I'm fairly sure enough has been done by women to men's benefit in any realm of skill you can name, that your opinion is entirely just that." She notes dryly with set teeth. And she turns to point with the remaining bit of her sweetroll at Farideh, "The first lesson is to come up with a list of your strengths instead of labeling yourself a sack of vegetables." Schuyler chuckles at Farideh. "You ever tried picking up a sack of potatoes?" he quirks a playful brow in her direction. "You don't have to be fast, just need to be able to get places they can't." He laughs at Keysi's comment. "Truth enough to that to." he grins. He catches H'vier's look and actually chuckles at it but says nothing. "Or," the bluerider latches onto Sky's words, "scream loud enough to make a fuss." Then if no one else, will say something to the ex-prize fighter, X'vae will tilt his head and give H'vier that 'I hope I'm wrong about what I think you're saying' look and say, "Is that so, sir? You mean, like... dragonridiing? Wingseconding?" He adds those with an innocent sort of tone, but his eyes are squinted, studying the bronzerider. Surely he's heard about this aspect of H'vier if he's heard about the prize fighting. "You can beat me up any time you like," he offers to Farideh, "but I'm no expert." His attention passes over to Keysi to whom he offers a grin, "Yeah, that sucked, didn't it. I'm not, but I hope to be. I was apprenticed before I Impressed and my mother was one of our healers at Monaco, so she let me study on the side. Once there's a new weyrhealer, I'll ask if they'll let me. 'Til then, any excuse to, you know, be around. Get to know the infirmary and all that." To become liked by those who might lobby in his favor, too, no doubt. H'vier's amiableish smile shifts patiently to Farideh, but he must not take her challenging very seriously because it's to Keysi he says, "Too true. Everything anyone does should be of benefit, though. And I'm not saying that crafting isn't perfectly valid work for a woman. Some of them are even decent dragonriders. Now that it's an Interval." This is said with a meaningful glance to X'vae, even if his very own wingsecond is female through no fault of his own, before his attention returns to Farideh and Keysi. "But fighting? Guarding? Neither is any place for a woman. But, for Faranth's sake, if you're going to try to defend yourself, learn to use a sharding knife. Aishani had the right of it, there." And H'vier has the scars to prove it. Is it weird that he sounds sort of nostalgic? "I'm not a sack of vegetables. Do I look like one?" and suddenly she's incensed, because what teenaged girl wants to be compared to legumes, or a burlap sack of. "They'll catch me before I get there and-- scream? No one would care. I scream all the time. No one has, not once, come to my rescue." Farideh flips her braid back over her shoulder, huffing out loud, before flicking her annoyed eyes to Keysi. "Write down my strengths. I can do that. When do you want it by? When can we start? And if X'vae so kindly participates," she says sweetly, "that would be lovely." It's the bronzerider's comments about knives that finally drags her focus from the healer apprentice. "A knife? Really? That's barbaric. I'm not going to learn how to cut and murder people," punctuated with a face, lips curled back and nose screwed up in distaste. "There's nothing wrong with women fighting. In the right mindset, it's more mental and physical conditioning than anything else. It doesn't have to be for an end result of shiners and marks." Keys obviously likes X'vae's counter as she follows his comments towards H'vier since she seems sedated by it. "Knives are only an extension of your arm. If you can't use your arms right, you're more likely to slice off your own fingers." As she finishes the last of her meal- finally- she folds her arms and sits back slightly in her chair. Her attention shifts more fully to X'vae after that, "I've just started getting comfortable with where everything's stashed, and with how it's been since I've arrived, we can always use the help." And although a flat voice, she's sincere about it, "I can't imagine they wouldn't help you continue your training." Especially given the semi-recent adjustments in their program. To Farideh, her annoyed sarcasm is met with clipped dry humour, "Is a sevenday enough time to do sufficient self-reflection?" Schuyler shrugs. "Scream 'round here and there will be plenty to rescue you. Perhaps you should keep someone with you while in those other locations... until you've trained." not that he's offering to be that person. H'vier gets a raised brow. "There are plenty of things women are better at than men are. And you'd be hard pressed to live without those things. Though most anything has nothing to do with a person's anatomy." a smirk. Then a glance to Farideh. "You are most certainly /not/ a sack of potatoes." he assures her. X'vae's look hardens as he looks back at H'vier and his opinions, but he keeps his tongue stilled for the moment. He looks instead to Farideh, and his jaw is tight. The words he directs to both Farideh and Keysi are probably bitter tasting, but he manages to say them without emotion. "He has a point about the knife. It's not barbaric. It's a time-honored tradition for dragonmen. Basic knife skills are part of self-defense. If you're looking to defend yourself, then you take every advantage you can get. Like screaming 'fire' when there isn't run. People come for fires. If you don't know how to use a knife, you'll just cut yourself more than the other guy." It's sort of a counter to Keysi's stance on knives, but they're allowed to have different takes, right? So long as they're not H'vier's. "But if you have a knife and he doesn't, you're doing yourself a favor. Self-defense is never a time to turn your nose up at advantage." He shifts to stand. "I've lost my appetite. If you'll all excuse me," but he's not actually waiting for them to before he's moving off with his plate to deposit it (like a good boy) into one of the receptacles for dirty dishes and heading toward the inner caverns. H'vier, with his patient smiles. Keysi is favored with one for sharing all of her, no doubt, well-earned expertise. Unfortunately for X'vae, the bronzerider seems to appreciate his input on the matter since it aligns rather nicely with his own. Fortunately the bluerider doesn't stick around to know so. "Of course women are better at some things. Women are better at things meant for women." That makes perfect sense to H'vier. It's not like he doesn't want them to work at all. "Anyway," he says as though he, too, is considering taking his leave, even if he hasn't risen yet, "Enjoy your defense training with children, Farideh. When you're ready to actually learn something, perhaps you'll make use of the many trained dragonmen who surround you everyday." "A sevenday is plenty--" Farideh explains to the other girl, but X'vae's tirade brings her head around, with a frown. His departure deepens that frown, her brow furrowed, like she can't make sense of his cause for leaving. Sighing, she gives Schuyler a tremulous smile. "Thank you. I appreciate it. It's hard to tell sometimes when I'm getting snow shoved down my shirt." That brief spell of amusement disappears with H'vier's suggestion, her own arms coming to fold over her chest defensively. "Whatever you say, H'vier. You've never volunteered to help me before," but neither does she say that he is one of the ones that loves to throw her in the lake; some things are better not mentioned, apparently. Keysi is very intrigued by the conversation and, given she has one.. visible.. knife on her person already, she certainly isn't anti-knife. Just settled on her own opinions. "Unless you're overly focused on having a knife in your hand and get kicked in the knee in the middle of it all." She responds evenly, but her pride seems somewhat jostled by H'vier's comment. "I'm no expert, you're right." She gives on that obvious fact, though she states it as if leaving something up in the air to discuss later. And she won't forget if she sees his mug again. "I should get back to the infirmary, anyhow, and do something 'useful'." X'vae's exit perhaps created a bit of a domino effect for dispersing. Too much inactivity bothers her, afterall. "It was a pleasure meeting you," the apprentice says in her neutral tones to the wingleader she didn't even officially get the name of as she scoots back the chair to stand, "and seeing you both again." She adds to Sky and Farideh before gathering up her jacket and heading out and towards the craft complex. Schuyler gives a wave as two of his table mates leave. "Catch you soon." he calls after them and then turns his gaze to the two left. H'vier gets a shrug, clearly he's not interested in arguing, even if it may be target apparent he disagrees. "Happy to walk you home any time if it makes you feel better." he offers Farideh. "Or you can come have some late night klah until I'm able to get away... and you can always find me in the kitchens. We've got some long hours in there." not that he seems bothered by that. "You've never shown interest in wanting help around me before," H'vier returns to Farideh in a mild tone. "I'd be more than willing to help you if you wanted it." But he must know that he's not exactly her, or anyone's, favorite person ever, because he doesn't linger long on the idea. There's a look after Keysi as she goes and then he's refocusing on Schuyler. "Don't try too hard, kid. Far as I know, she's keeping her legs crossed these days. Damned shame, if you ask me." Though, again, no one did. A hand lifts to wave off Keysi, her mouth further pulling downwards into a disappointed frown. "Because you'd just make fun of me," Farideh says quietly, pulling the blanket on the table into her lap. "You'd rather see me fall and help build me up." She starts to gather up the other items she brought with her, namely that paper and the multi-colored threads. Looking at Schuyler with mild surprise, she nods her head in the affirmative, "That would be very nice of you, Sky. Sometime." But as for the rest, for H'vier's insinuation, her cheeks flush with color, and she ducks her head as she stands up, wrestling with all of her belongings. "You're a cad," she accuses the bronzerider, and hurries off towards the inner caverns, not bothering to wait for either of their answers. Schuyler blinks at the bronzerider. "Just bein' nice, sir." he might actually seem confused, though Farideh's comment seems to clarify a bit for him. He finishes off the end of his klah and stands, turning the chair back around. "And my break is over. I'm sure I'll see you around." he nods in the man's direction and heads back to the kitchen. The bronzerider has on his most innocent of faces, which probably isn't actually that innocent, when Farideh scolds him before hurrying off. He isn't subtle about how he watches after her, but his attention does turn back to Schuyler when he speaks. "I'm sure you will," H'vier returns with that smile he's been abusing since he sat down as the boy heads back to his duties. |
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