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| who = Farideh, Lycinea
| where = Spinners' Haunt Weyr (H'vier's), High Reaches Weyr
| what = Two friends quit the public domain of the Weyr and have a sleep-over in the flight winner's weyr to share the goldflight blues.
| day =27
| month =1
| turn = 37
| IP = Interval
| IP2 = 10
| custom =
| gamedate = 2015.02.21
| quote = "We have made a fine mess of ourselves, haven't we?"
| weather =
| categories = 
| mentions = Drex, H'vier, Irianke, Itsy
| ooc = Back-dated.
| icons = farideh shadowplay.jpg, lycinea shadow.jpg
| type = Log
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| log = Lya to the rescue! In the style of all great heroes, the blonde materialized out if the shadows in time to say her friend's name in warning before looping an arm through hers to direct her away from the ''very dangerous'' bathing pools with an emphatic, "''That'' will ''not'' make you clean right now," and "C'mon, we're having a sleep over," in a tone that brooks no argument before leading her toward the bowl and to where there's a green on elevator duty. Her fuller than usual satchel is handed off to the rider and soon enough they're installed in the bronzerider's empty weyr with the snacks Lya brought, the fire built up and a blanket shared across their legs as they occupy opposite ends of the couch. "Goldflights are ''the worst''," finally bursts out of Lya. Just to put it out there.

After the incident with Drex in the greenhouse and her subsequent tantrum, there was only the option left to see all the irritation, sweat, and self-consciousness washed away in the bathing pools. Lycinea's interception is both relief-inducing and frustrating, though the former is felt and the latter only seen in the twinge of brows. It's when they get on the ledge that Farideh has some sort of complaint - "Why ''here''?" - but little can be done when the elevator dragon is already picking up and launching off on another round. She ensconces herself on her end of the couch, curling her knees against the arm with her arms loosely looped around them, and stares moodily into the flames. "I thought they were supposed to be ''fun''--" she grumbles, setting her chin on her knees.

It's possible Lya didn't hear the complaint, or didn't feel it worthy of response at the time. "''Who'' told you that?" The blonde asks, her tone as moody as the brunette's look. "They're ''awful''. I never knew ''how'' awful. I'd never ''felt'' ''that'' before. It was ''horrible''." She claws pointlessly on her part of the blanket. "What did ''you'' do?"

"I thought it was ''known''." Farideh's disgruntled gaze lifts and flicks to Lycinea. "You didn't feel--" She falters, clearly unable to find the words, and returns her focus to the fire leaping in the hearth. It's in a miserable voice that she admits, "I had sex. With '"Drex''."

"I felt ''hot''. And angry. And then I kissed H'vier." Lya bemoans the last, turning her miserable expression on Farideh. "I thought he wouldn't even ''kiss you''." So how did that even happen, is the implied question, not that she's judging. Who's she to judge right now? "I ''almost'' want a drink." She Who Hates Alcohol.

"You ''kissed'' H'vier?" In contrast to her subdued grumbling and bemoaning, ''this'' is almost spoken like an expletive; it's jarring in the quiet weyr. "Why? Do you-- do you ''like'' him, Lya?" Farideh is boggling, but she really shouldn't be given she's just had sex with a sailor on the floor of the greenhouse. "He ''wouldn't'', and then he comes into the greenhouse while I'm there ''by myself'', and starts yelling at him about how I made Itsy like me ''like me''--" oh, Lycinea didn't know, too bad, "and then he started kissing me. It was--" She bites the end of her thumb, looking aside at the blonde. "After, he drank a bunch of wine and ''left''," another miserable statement. "What if I was ''horrible''? What if he thinks my boobs are too small? What if he goes and tells his ''friends''?"

"''Ew'', ''no'', I don't like him," Lya answers the brunette back her tone bordering on a whine. "He was ''there'' and making me so ''mad''. I was ''going to'' slap him, and then I don't know what happened." She mopes. Thankfully, distraction is swift in coming in the form of a gape. "''Itsy'' likes you? And then you fucked ''Drex'' who ''you'' like even though they're both awful and threatened to kill me?" Just so she's clear on this. "What ''if'' he thinks all those things, he's leaving soon, ''anyway''." And good riddance, her tones suggest, "And besides, no one would think those things, and if they did, then they'd just be an idiot." This is closer to the kind of thing that a good friend is supposed to say; even if it's not perfect, Lya sounds like she means it.

"We have made a fine mess of ourselves, haven't we? H'vier-- you can't go around kissing a man like that Lya. I already told you. He'll ''want'' other things, and are you prepared to give him ''those things''?" Farideh rests her cheek on her knee, next, her face turned to give the blonde her full attention. "Itsy likes women, and Drex didn't ''know'' somehow. If ''you'' were, you'd tell me, right?" Just so they're clear on that subject. "Wait. When did Itsy threaten to kill you?" she asks, frowning. "I can't imagine that she was ''serious'', but-- I'll-- I'll talk to her," which is going to be awkward with the present circumstances; know what she's sacrificing for you, Lya! "That doesn't make it any better. He could tell ''all'' those dirty sailors on his ship about it, 'yes, this one time up at that Weyr, I screwed this hideous girl with tiny boobs, and it was horrendous, what was I thinking!' and they'll all have a laugh at ''my'' expense." Woe.

"''No''," is Lycinea's very certain and still miserable answer to if she's prepared to give H'vier ''those things''. She ''sighs'', picking at the blanket. "I don't know if I'm ''anything'', Farideh," it's a quiet confession. "I've only ever kissed three people and I'm not sure I ever really ''liked'' it," which might just mean she's doing it wrong. "Itsy," she says unhappily, "threatened to kill me when I was checking to make sure she really did want you putting her in dresses and all that, after you asked for my help. So see, it wasn't not my business anyway," which might not make any sense outside of Lya's head. "You don't have to talk to her. I'm not sure you ''should'' talk to either of them. It seems like they're only going to hurt you because they're ''leaving''." Just in case she forgot in the last three seconds. "If they laugh, you won't be there to hear them," she offers practically before reaching for the plate of sweets.

"You're saying you don't ''know'' if you like women?" Her head lifts, again, and she studies her friend on the other end of H'vier's couch. "Perhaps you should stop kissing people until you are absolutely sure you ''want'' to kiss them, and then it shouldn't be so disappointing." Farideh sighs wearily and unfolds her arms from her legs long enough to rub at her eyes with her fingers. "I think it's much, much too late for ''that'' now." Her face is blotchy by the time she removes her hands, settling her fatigued gaze on Lycinea. "I would miss ''both'' of them, as I would miss ''you'', and not being there doesn't stop the ''knowing''. What if he even tells them my ''name'' and I become the laughingstock of Pern? That skinny girl with the small boobs that's shamelessly poor at having sex," and her face is back in her hands.

Lycinea's eyes lift to meet Farideh's, and she sounds tired when she says, "I'm saying I don't know if I like ''anyone''. I could stop kissing ''forever'' as far as I'm concerned. I really don't know what happened. I think--" She starts and then shakes her head, letting the idea just slip away. Now she slides down the couch, meaning to wrap an arm around Farideh's shoulders and lean her head against the nearest one with a sigh. "Well, if he does, we'll just make sure he's forever known as Drex TinyDick, okay?" She allows a half smile, hoping to encourage some comfort for her friend.

"You should ''only'' when you're ready. You have ''plenty'' of time to figure it out." Those are all the platitudes that friends should provide, and still, Farideh sounds genuine in her advising. "Don't go around kissing men like H'vier on a whim. I don't want to have to hurt him," with a pointed stare and all the signs of amusement curving her lips. Leaning into the embrace, her head tips over onto Lycinea's. "No. We shouldn't be ''crude''. You can't walk around talking about ''that''-- but we ''can'' start rumors that he likes men. On a ship full of them, that's bound to cause a ripple, right?" But Farideh's shoulders are lightly shaking with withheld laughter.

"I'm sure," even though Lya has no experience with ships and what would or wouldn't put off salty sailor types. She's happy enough to simply reassure her friend. "I won't kiss people on whims. It's just that the ''flight''." Blame it on Niahvth! "I mean, you can't say you ''intended'' to sleep with Drex, did you?" Beat, and now she lifts her head and squints at Farideh, "Or ''did you''?"

With the other girl lifting hers, Farideh has no choice but to return the stare, her brows lifted in silent bemusement. "Of course I ''intended'' to sleep with him. You think I go around asking boys to kiss me for the larks?" She shakes her head, dispelling her good-humor, and quickly frowns. "Which is ''why'' it's so horrible, but maybe--" She makes a face. Whatever she was about to say, it's gone now.

"But, you didn't ask him to kiss you ''tonight''," Lycinea returns, confused.

"No. I didn't ask him ''tonight'', but that doesn't mean I don't want him to or stop thinking about it." Correction, "Didn't want him to." Farideh sighs and smiles magnanimously. "It's not that ''simple''." Such is life.

Lycinea ''sighs''. Why is it so ''complicated''? "Well, can't you just... go and kiss him again? If he didn't like it, he won't want to do it again, and then you'll know if we need to start rumors, right?" Can at least ''this part'' be simple? Lya obviously hopes so!

Farideh looks dismayed by her suggestion. "Go and kiss him, ''again''? No. No, I'm definitely not going to do that. What if he said no? I would be mortified--" She shakes her head and waves her hands in the negative. "You ''do'' remember the last time he said no?" Since it wasn't that long ago.

"Was it ''bad'' sex?" Lya asks, ''confused again'', woe!

"It--" How to describe what happened over at yonder greenhouse? Farideh's brow furrows, her lips pursing while she thinks. "I thought it was ''okay''. It didn't last long and he didn't ask for seconds. He probably thought it was ''horrible'', see?"

"Is it supposed to last a long time?" Lya asks embarrassedly plucking at the blanket again. "Do people usually ask for ''seconds''?"

The brunette ''tries'' to be patient, but explaining the intricacies of intercourse and the bevy of human emotions that go along with it isn't Farideh's forte. "It ''can''. It's like-- if you were doing something you really liked to do, wouldn't you want to do it for ''longer''? And multiple ''times''?"

Lycinea thinks on the brunette's words. "I suppose that makes sense," she allows slowly. "I like making puppets," she adds thoughtfully. Surely this is an appropriate comparison.

"Lya," Farideh says, exasperated. "Let's go to sleep. This is giving me a headache and--" Her head turns, eyes flitting to the weyr's entryway. "We might not know when ''he's'' coming back."

"He won't be back. I told him if he won that I was sleeping here and he shouldn't come back." Lya answers in a way that's cross but without any energy to it; she's too exhausted by the day to fight with Farideh. Then she's rising, "He said the sheets are fresh this morning, but I'll double check." ''Just in case''. "And I have to be up early." The sheets prove to be acceptable and Lya helps herself to one of the bronzerider's big shirt to sleep in, but it won't take her long to be out, unless Farideh takes it into her head to start talking again once they've laid down.
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 It's possible Lya didn't hear the complaint, or didn't feel it worthy of response at the time. "''Who'' told you that?" The blonde asks, her tone as moody as the brunette's look. "They're ''awful''. I never knew ''how'' awful. I'd never ''felt'' ''that'' before. It was ''horrible''." She claws pointlessly on her part of the blanket. "What did ''you'' do?"
-"I thought it was ''known''." Farideh's disgruntled gaze lifts and flicks to Lycinea. "You didn't feel--" She falters, clearly unable to find the words, and returns her focus to the fire leaping in the hearth. It's in a miserable voice that she admits, "I had sex. With '"Drex''."
+"I thought it was ''known''." Farideh's disgruntled gaze lifts and flicks to Lycinea. "You didn't feel--" She falters, clearly unable to find the words, and returns her focus to the fire leaping in the hearth. It's in a miserable voice that she admits, "I had sex. With ''Drex''."
 "I felt ''hot''. And angry. And then I kissed H'vier." Lya bemoans the last, turning her miserable expression on Farideh. "I thought he wouldn't even ''kiss you''." So how did that even happen, is the implied question, not that she's judging. Who's she to judge right now? "I ''almost'' want a drink." She Who Hates Alcohol.

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