Logs:Women and Girls
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| RL Date: 26 January, 2013 |
| Who: H'vier, Madilla |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Madilla does not fall for H'vier's 'charms'. |
| Where: Storerooms, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 25, Month 11, Turn 30 (Interval 10) |
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| Storerooms, High Reaches Weyr Massive in scale, the Weyr's main storage passage connects to the kitchen on one end and the outbound tunnel on the other. Large enough to admit a wagon laden with goods, the tunnel easily permits the unloading and organization of supplies into the various storerooms. Branching off from this corridor are multiple caverns, the nearer two being 'open' stores from which residents can readily help themselves, while the deeper stores are kept locked up tight with a posted sign and inventory hung on a hook outside of each. An alcove next to the public stores serves as a catch-all area for reshelving items whose destination is uncertain; two sets of stone shelving and several bins hold these items neatly until a stores assistant has a moment to deal with them. Though the storage caverns vary in size, shape, and the smoothness of their walls, all belong to the same system: whitewashed walls, swept floors, and most importantly, neatly labeled and inventoried shelves providing ample space to stow all the supplies a busy Weyr needs. Though there's no direct internal lighting, a glowbasket may be brought in from the niche outsde each cavern, the better to ward off pests and the inky dark of deep caves. It may be pouring rain outside, but there's no reminder of that here, so deep in the caverns. It's nearly dinner time, which perhaps accounts for the relative quiet of the storerooms: aside from the low, tuneful hum of a harper a few caverns along, there's nothing but the rustle of boxes and bundles, and the occasional low scrape of something heavy being moved across the floor. A few aisles down from the entrance, Madilla sits on the floor, her skirts spread out around her, sorting through a box of secondhand toys. The much-patched stuffed firelizard in her hand has been painted blue; experimentally, she lifts it to her shoulder to see if it will stay (it does). The bronzerider had sweeps earlier in the day but by now he's bathed, dried and changed into something that hasn't yet seen the rain outside save for the leather jacket that isn't bothered too much by rain. H'vier comes from the direction of the kitchens, still licking something off of his fingers that he no doubt pilfered on his way through. His search begins immediately but casually, walking along the end of the aisles until the sight of a woman with a stuffed firelizard on her shoulder makes him pause and stare for a few moments. His face is still bruised but healing in that ugly yellow-brown color. Madilla spends a lot of her time in the Infirmary, of course, but not all of it: as it happens, she has missed H'vier's visits, and thus, there's surprise and dismay in her expression when she lifts it to regard the newcomer. "Good evening," says Madilla, quite cheerfully, as though it is perfectly normal to have been caught in such a position, although that hardly accounts for the way she lifts the weighted toy off her shoulder again a moment later. "I hate to think what your face must have looked like a few days ago." "Evening," H'vier returns after a moment longer, eyes following the stuffed firelizard as it's lifted from the woman's shoulder before turning them to her face. "Not pretty," is his response with a flash of a grin that doesn't seem to be causing him any pain now. "I'll be glad when the bruising is gone. I think I'd rather it looked fresh," he says as he eyes the box she was looking through. "That yellow is... perhaps not the best colour for you," allows Madilla, her mouth quirking into a small and quietly amused smile. Despite having removed the toy from her shoulder, she doesn't seem inclined to put it back in the box: it gets set aside, where it sits alongside a few other bits and pieces, all toy-related. "I don't imagine you came down here in search of toys," she adds. "As much fun as they are. Do you know where you need to look?" She considers a wooden spinning top, then abandons it back to the box. "Not likely to find any sorts of toys I'd be interested in in here, probably." Definitely not in that box she's looking through. H'vier rests a hand against the nearest shelf and glances down the aisle they're currently in. "I was looking for some things to make my weyr more... comfortable. Nothing in particular, I suppose." Browsing the storerooms? There are worse things he could be up to than that, at least. "Are the toys for you?" he asks, sounding as though he suspects that they aren't. Madilla's cheeks turn faintly pink as he refers to toys, rather as though she's not entirely sure what he's referring to, but that her best guess is not a comfortable one. Still, there's nothing but characteristic quiet warmth when she says, "For my children. I'm afraid I don't have a great deal of time for toys, these days, but they enjoy a regular rotation. There are some lovely rugs in the next aisle, if that is the kind of thing you're after. I imagine they would help keep your weyr warm, in addition to being decorative." The mention of children isn't enough to completely quell that grin that shows up on his face but it does fade it noticeably. "I've half a mind to cover the whole weyr in rugs, floor and walls. I liked the stone in Ista. Here it just reminds me that it's sharding cold. How many do you have?" Children, one might assume, rather than rugs. H'vier might be asking out of politeness more than sincere interest but he sounds interested enough. Madilla notices the change in expression, though she seems more amused by it than offended; she gives H'vier a twisted, knowing smile, and answers, "Two. I shan't bore you with names, ages and other particulars, however, I promise. I'm sorry to say that it will only get colder from here-- and it will be many months indeed before it starts getting warm again. Quite a change from Ista! I'd recommend hanging some tapestries from the walls, too, if you feel the cold." H'vier doesn't seem entirely sure how to respond to her not giving him information he doesn't really care much about in the first place. He might consider asking anyway but then clears his throat and leaves it be. Instead he'll look like he's not sure he likes the idea of tapestries. "I suppose. If I could find something that wouldn't be an automatic turn off to anyone I brought back to my weyr." Getting some is no doubt higher on his priority list than being warm without company. "There's a hearth, at least. Glad for that. Next aisle over, you said?" He steps back and moves to go look over there. "I hadn't realised that tapestries were such an... unpleasant vista," remarks Madilla, neutrally: she's not the kind of woman to make pointed remarks, and instead seems quite genuine in her consideration. "I'm sorry - I didn't mean to keep you. Yes, the next aisle over. There should be quite a range; there certainly was, the last time I had a look down there. Good luck." Her own head lowers back towards the box of toys; she resumes sorting through them, unbothered. "Not unpleasant," says H'vier even as he moves over to the next aisle. "I just have a reputation to uphold." Even if his reputation here so far has mostly involved fists. "Just saying they'd have to be the right sort of tapestry." The bronzerider must think that he can just continue this conversation while he's over there looking for rugs and whatnot. Madilla seems... surprised, a little, by the way the conversation continues - but of course that would be hard for H'vier to see, since he's in the next aisle, and her voice remains even. "I suppose," she says, sounding amused all over again, "you would like something... bawdy and dramatic. I don't imagine you would find that kind of thing in stores. Perhaps you had better commission yourself something to suit your specific desires." Without those awful bruises to look at (it's a healer thing, presumably), she's apparently quite content to keep on going through the boxes. "What I'd like doesn't matter so much as what the women I brought to my weyr would like." Since she can't see his face while he considers whatever he considers, she can't see that moment of realization or his grin. But that much might be audible in H'vier's voice. "You're a woman. What sorts of things do the women around here like?" Now that he can't just walk down the beach without a shirt on to draw them in? "I don't know that my taste necessarily coincides with what most women around here will prefer," answers Madilla, smiling wryly from the security of her out-of-sight position. "I hang quilts on my walls, and I expect that may be far too homespun and simple for the kind of women you would be inclined towards. Do you really think the decoration of your quarters will decide a woman against you?" "No? Hmm." H'vier sounds dubious. "I suppose once I get them to my weyr it wouldn't--" His voice fades off into his thoughts. Or maybe he just realizes that could sound really, incredibly wrong. "We could always test it. You could take me to your place and we'll see if I'm still interested in you." An amused chuckle to himself accompanies that comment. "The women in Ista didn't care too much what my place looked like. But we didn't have to wear seven layers of clothing to keep warm, either." "I suppose given the current condition of your face, it won't be that that entices them home with you." The sound of Madilla's box being slid back onto the shelf follows, but there's no indication of footsteps: she's not moving away. "That test would require you to be interested in me in the first place. It would also require that I were interested in you." There's a rattling sound, and then a jangle: bell-like. "Har har." The feigned laugh does still sound a little amused. And H'vier can't really argue that point right now. He's seen what he looks like. "Why wouldn't I be interested in you? Aren't you interested in me?" Why wouldn't someone be interested in H'vier? Really! He must find a rug that will suit him well enough, though, because he starts moving back down the aisle. The jangling stops - Madilla seems to have replaced whatever item it was that was causing the noise. More than ever, now, she seems amused. "Do I take it, then, that you are naturally interested in all women, by default, until proven otherwise? And that you simply... expect a woman to fall at your feet? Because I find that... fascinating." But probably not in a way that will get H'vier nookie. Wait, wait. Let him think about that for a minute or so. Because he's smart enough to know she's not suggesting that should be the case. "Not all women, no. But, sure, I'll admit that I'm a man of varied tastes." H'vier pauses at the end of the aisle again once he can see her, a rolled rug that must not be very big tucked under one arm. "Women, no. Girls often do, though." "Girls," repeats Madilla, with one raised eyebrow; she's just turned around to regard him again, green eyes considering him through the bruises. "I see. Well - I'm afraid your seduction tactics are not especially effective on me. Perhaps you'd better take that rug home, and try and find someone else to... christen it. As it were." H'vier studies the woman for a few moments. There's a curious lack of lecherousness in his gaze, though, like he's actually regarding her as another human being and not just an object that could be pleasurable. "Mmhmm. Maybe next time I'll actually try to seduce you, darling. You look like you could use a good time." Which probably isn't a very good note to leave a woman he may have offended on. But that's where H'vier turns to start heading back toward the kitchen. Madilla's brows lift, askance, and though she opens her mouth, in the end? She doesn't have anything more to say to the former Istan. Instead, she turns around again, rolling her eyes at the shelf. Bronzeriders. |
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Comments on "Logs:Women and Girls"Zian (Zian) left a comment on Sun, 27 Jan 2013 07:19:41 GMT.
Azaylia and Z'ian had a near identical conversation at the beginning of their scene about the bruises too. XD
Azaylia (Dragonshy) left a comment on Sun, 27 Jan 2013 07:32:24 GMT.
Bronzeriders.
You said it, Madilla. xD She handles herself amazingly. And H'vier is amusingly lecherous as always.
Edit: And, Z'ian's right! I noticed that too. XD
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