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{{Log
|who=C'ris, Quinlys
|what=The day after Solith's flight, C'ris and Quinlys talk it out.
|where=Romantic Hideaway Weyr, High Reaches Weyr
|involves=High Reaches Weyr
|day=6
|month=10
|turn=39
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2016.01.25
|quote="I didn't mean to hurt you."
|mentions=K'zin, Telavi
|type=Log
|ooc=Waaaay backdated.
|icons-new=Icon c'ris thoughtful.gif, Icon quinlys serious.jpg,
|desc=>---< Romantic Hideaway Weyr, High Reaches Weyr >----------------------------<

Inside, the doorway narrows almost immediately into a passage that forks
into two more. Down the first is a main cavern that boasts high ceilings
and a collection of interesting crystals that have been half dug out of
the rock, that catch and reflect the light of the large hearth that they
surround. A worn, blue couch has been positioned in front of the hearth,
with a worn, multicolor quilt folded invitingly on one arm. At the back of
the cavern, a large, simple bed of only legs and frame and mattress has
been rescued and placed. It is made up of new, luxurious furs and one new,
bright blue knit blanket.

In the other direction, the passage curves around until it seems to be
heading straight back for the ledge again, right up until it opens at the
end, revealing a spacious bathing area with proper plumbing and a tub big
enough for two. A window has been cut out of the stone just above the
bath, providing a romantic outlook out over the bowl, the ambiance aided
by the presence of several in-built sconces perfectly designed for
candle-light.
|log=Solith's flight was yesterday, and today has been, for Quinlys, predictably busy: weyrlings, weyrlings weyrlings. Still, they're finished for the day, now, and that means it is time for the bluerider to show up at C'ris' weyr (unannounced) with dinner in hand. Olveraeth lands only long enough to let his rider dismount before departing again-- and Quinlys, well, she makes her way inside cheerfully. "C'ris? I brought dinner." Everything's ''fine'', right?

Mivength isn't here to drive Olveraeth away or to get overly territorial, though still basking in his victory, he might not even if he were. He's also not here to give C'ris any warning as to that arrival, with the bluerider safely ensconced on his couch with his quilted blanket wrapped around his shoulders, mulling over a book with the predictable, failed results. He isn't good at reading, at sitting still. That is likely why most of his concentration has been pulled away towards trimming his nails with his teeth, worrying over them and his own thoughts. At the voice, though-- His hand drops quickly, closing the book in his lap as he lifts warm eyes to Quinlys. "Oh, uh, I already ate. Right after duties, in the living cavern. But, I mean--," he starts. "Hi."

"Oh," says Quinlys, who sounds disappointed, but not wholly daunted. "I should've checked. Never mind-- you don't mind if I come in and eat? I don't have any essays to grade tonight, and..." And for once, she doesn't look especially tired, which ''has'' been an ongoing concern of late.

"No, no, of course not," exhales C'ris all in one breath, even as he sets his book aside only to rise to his feet. Once there, he only stands awkwardly by the couch, but he's at least ''standing'' in the lady's presence. "You want a drink or something? I think I have a bottle of whiskey stashed somewhere for you." Finally, his smile is dragged out, not able to stay away for too long as it warms in Quinlys' presence.

Something twitches in Quinlys' expression at mention of the whiskey, but honestly, she's more interested in the arrival of that smile; relieved. Or... maybe just ''pleased'', mostly, because after that she says, "No, I'm good. Just hungry!" as she crosses towards the bluerider, reaching up to plant a kiss upon his cheek before immediately shifting directions for the couch, to focus on the food she's brought. It's only as she begins to unpack it that she adds, "Everything's okay?"

C'ris shifts to settle on the couch next to her, not crowding too close as he instead fusses with pulling his blanket back around his shoulders. "Yeah, it's-- Yeah." A pause, before he continues more truthfully, addressing the elephant still looming in the room as he tells her, "You know, I didn't ask him to, uh, chase. I tried to get him to stop, I swear, you know with it being-- Telavi and everything." But he's picking at a loose thread as he says it, not meeting her gaze, guilt there in posture and brown eyes for his failure.

"What?" Quinlys ''had'' already started shovelling food in her mouth, clearly hungrier than she has been of late, but now... now she stops, turning those blue eyes directly onto the other bluerider. "C'ris. Ris. It was a ''flight''. Olveraeth chases at least once or twice a fortnight. Solith, almost every time. It doesn't bother ''me''... honestly, I'm sorry we didn't all behave ourselves during it, but otherwise...?"

"Right, I know. It's-- It just didn't have to be ''that'' flight. I wish it weren't. That's all," is all C'ris breathes softly in return, apology written into the soft undertones of his words. And he offers a simple smile before dismissing the subject with a slight shake of his head. Instead, he'll add with easy agreement, blaming, "Yeah, K'zin was-- I mean, he was an ass." And C'ris obviously never does anything wrong!

"I'm sorry," is, from Quinlys, genuine, if not fully understanding. She returns the other bluerider's smile, albeit bemusedly, but then hesitates, licking her lips uncomfortably. "He was. And I know it sucks for him, that Rasavyth never catches Solith, and... I didn't behave very well, either. Olly catches Solith a lot. He's said he was going to-- he went home to apologise, afterwards. For a lot of stuff. There's been a lot of stuff going on." Why yes, she ''did'' speak to him after the flight.

"Yeah, Telavi said-- I mean, a little bit of it. About Rasavyth and never catching and all that." But there's a grown that touches C'ris' lips, and he grumbles softer still, "But that doesn't mean he should have picked you up." His fist curls, briefly, at the memory, before he lets it go with a sigh.

Quinlys presses her lips together, hesitating. "No," she agrees. "He probably shouldn't have. But--" Her fork twirls around in the food she's brought, distracting her gaze, briefly. "Things happen in flights. Things you wouldn't otherwise do, probably. I'm used to it. We... slept together, afterwards. Just to get rid of all those flight hormones. It's not something I'd do normally."

Surprise flickers across C'ris' expression, eyes widening for a moment before they drop away. He is quiet as he responds carefully, "Oh, well. I understand. I mean, it doesn't just-- happen for me. Not like that." He shakes his head softly, drawing his gaze back up with a smile meant to reassure. "Anyways, it's fine."

'Fine' is the shittiest word in the world, did you know? Quinlys knows. She presses her lips together and looks at least one half bewildered, and another part regretful, sad. "I'm sorry," she says. But not: I won't sleep with anyone next time. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"It's not-- You didn't, really. I don't want you to--." There's a moment's pause, a reordering as C'ris offers another soft smile to the bluerider before he continues with more care, "We're different people, Quin, but that doesn't mean anything. Not when it comes to this. I don't want or need you to change for me. Or to be sorry, either." The words come with a simple gesture, a gentle squeeze at her closest knee. "Really, it's fine."

Quinlys is still not super on-board with 'fine' but she nods, now, evidently electing to accept what C'ris says, and take it at face-value. "Okay," she says, giving a little smile of her own, as one hand drops to rest atop of his upon her knee. "If you're sure everything is fine... will you take a bath with me, after I eat? Or, I mean, I can give you some space. I ''did'' just barge in and everything."

"Of course I'll take a bath with you," C'ris promises, but then he's pulling that hand away even as hers covers it. Though, it's only so that he can slide down her leg to capture her foot, tugging it into his lap to undo the laces of her boots and draw it off. While she eats, he's more than happy to massage not-so-tired feet, changing the subject with a lighter, "So, no essays today? The weyrlings are all learned up?"

Quinlys lets out a contented sigh as C'ris releases her foot from that boot to massage it; her ankles are slightly puffy, but perhaps that's just thanks to being trapped in boots all day. "I gave them a break," she says. "But just a temporary one! No rest for the wicked, right?" See? Everything is ''fine''. Back to normal! And if there was something Quinlys should've announced, right about now... maybe she thought better of it. Maybe she chickened out. Maybe food (and foot rubs, and hot baths) are much more important.
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