Difference between revisions of "Logs:See Alida Squirm"

It comes during the evening, a good 3 hours after dinner...six days after the weyrlings have returned from their abortive camping trip. « Alida requests a meeting with yer Telavi, if she has the time right now. » The usually flippant, smirky, relaxed Ilicaeth sounds very formal, reserved, and quite neutral. Even his vagrant whirls of gritty sand are absent, his baritone a simple, discreet puff of grey grains moving past Solith's verdency.

« So you call her by her name, now. » Solith should have forgotten. Maybe she has forgotten the rest, given how cheerful she sounds. « Come, Ilicaeth. We will expect you. » The ledge is icy in the darkness, unlit by more than moonlight and the faintest glow of stars. Inside is considerably warmer, dimly glowlit in Solith's outer chamber with the tapestry pulled aside to the brighter, inner room. But when Alida enters, Telavi's standing on-- barring-- that threshold, backlit in a way that obscures her expression as she leans against the upright, if not the stemmed glass held decoratively in one hand.

There's a swirl of assent, though a hint of the feeling of 'Oh man, here it comes. Strap in...' left behind with the blue's withdrawl. After about 3 minutes, Ilicaeth's landing upon Solith's ledge, his jacket and scarf-wearing rider sliding down his dipped shoulder, her boots contacting stone with solid thumps. The gritty male steps aside to allow everyone present more room - especially Alida, who gives a small bow to Solith - but when the paler-blonde clars her throat first, then steps a few paces into the weyr...and then notes she's being barred from deeper entry by Telavi, she simply stops, and hangs back some. Okay, if this is how she wants it... Announced with all grave formality and the weight of some serious thought behind her alto, "I apologize fer my previous...behavior, Telavi." It's tough for her to do this, but even tougher to think of what she *did* down south. "I was rude, uncouth, an' I acted like an idiot." Her own face, though pale-skinned, is likely also hidden by shadows.

While Telavi should have the advantage of the light behind her, if Alida chooses to stand back far enough that she can't be well seen or else in Tela's own shadow, there's not much the greenrider can do about it. She's motionless for a moment or two, silhouetted in her long robe that's only just loose enough not to cling. "Are you staying long enough to take off your boots?" The prerequisite for walking in, which Telavi proceeds to do, with a wave that's like a beckon. Ilicaeth if not Alida might be able to hear her pouring what must be a second drink, but if Alida departs immediately, Telavi will just have to drink it herself. Solith is a more welcoming hostess, with her croon as a reply to that bow, her head high enough and her breath puffed out enough to send some of those fringe-scarves swinging.

Hanging back just in case punches, insults, or crockery are hurled at her...Alida is a bit floored when Telavi simply invites her in... especially that way. For some long moments, the guard hesitates, listening to those drinks being poured, and wondering whether the greenrider's trying to entrap her, somehow. A soft chuff and a gentle nosing from Ilicaeth at Alida's back seem to encourage her onward, and those booted feet glide into fluid, if slow motion, carrying her now-glimpsable self into the greenie's home. See the wary eyes, the carefully neutral expression? Not a peep comes from her.

Telavi isn't reading Alida's mind or anything, but, "Don't worry, I'm not planning on throw a glass at you. I like mine too much, and it's a pain to clean up. Here," and she had been facing away as she pours, but now she turns to give Alida that glass if only the bluerider's boots are off. It has the whiff of something mixed, part alcoholic, part fruit, stretched by what might even be black tea of all things. "So, what part are you apologizing for, exactly? Cheers," and she raises her glass before she sips. Her hair isn't quite loose, but it's tousled in its braids, as though it's seen a day of wear or even Tela's own fingers tiredly rubbing at her scalp.

No drink without boot removal, eh? The bluerider stands there, looking wary as she watches, listens to Tela, and then finally mumbles, "Had a drink already." She doesn't want to be plied with liquor in this odd situation, given some of the stories she's heard from some fellow, male guards about females getting them drunk and luring them into situations they were later blamed for. And so, as she mentally rivets her feet to the stoney floor, Alida murmurs quietly, "Fer...forcin' myself on you." There's hints of self-loathing, shame, and anger in her alto, though greens can't help but noticing Tela's rubbing at her scalp.

No entering her weyr, though Telavi will cede Alida the threshold. She has standards, some of which have to do with sweeping, none of which are new to this particular visit. No drink for Alida? She shrugs gracefully, turns and sets what should have been the bluerider's glass onto the armoire's pulled-out shelf before sipping from her own a second time. Moving closer, eyes on the bluerider, "I accept your apology. Only," fine brows draw together, "what I don't understand is, where did that even come from? I mean, 'first you're yelling at each other, then you're up against the wall,' that happens," another of those pretty shrugs, without much of a look to check Alida's reaction, "but I never got a read from you like that, and... it wasn't like that." Was it?

Yes; it's best this way, especially given how skittish Alida is, right now. Watching Tela in motion is reason for the guard to blush just a hint at cheeks, then school herself to neutrality once again, the bluie's pale head bobbing deeply at her fellow weyrling's acceptance of the honest apology. Wait-whut? There's more explaining to do? See Alida squirm. Squirm Alida, squirm. "I..." Uh...uhm...squirm. "I just...wanted ya' ta' shut up." And that's how she thought it'd be good to do so: by surprise-smooching the greenie?

"And that's your idea of how to get someone to shut up? ...How to get me to shut up?" Telavi looks fascinated. Maybe it's the squirming. She breathes in like she might add another question, but must think better of it, for she only touches her glass to her lower lip and sips instead.

"I acted on stupid impulse..." Alida grinds out, her voice stuck somewhere between a growl and a groan, the bluie feeling the stress of trying to deal with Tela on such odd footing. She'd be able to handle violence, anger, coldness better, but this invitation to chat over booze?

"Impulses get us into so much trouble," Telavi commiserates, although the tone of her voice might also make such things sound fun. Her gaze drops to Alida's mouth before rising to the green eyes, "And your lip's all right? You understand why I bit you, I hope. When I get surprised," another of those little shrugs. It happens. After a moment's thought, "And it's not as though you have balls." There's her smile again, a touch impish now.

"Yes..." is all squirmy-Alida can manage to note to Telavi's words of impulses, the bluier's gaze moving all about her weyr so that she doesn't have to stare back at the greenrider's peer at her own mouth. "Fine..." is clipped off a little weakly of her lip, the now somewhat nervous guard finally and actually blushing when Tela speaks of her not having literal balls. Finally, she's able to garble out, "What's that supposed ta' mean?"

A blush. Telavi even looks charmed for a moment, just before she glances about her own weyr... which has not changed much since Alida last saw it, and certainly not since Tela had. Returning her gaze to the bluerider, she confides, "Oh, you know, to get you to go away with, it's not as though I have a particular affection for them on girls... Are we good for tonight, then? Don't worry, I won't let your liquor go to waste."

Since Tela 'sees' Alida looking all around, the guard becomes even more nervous, her hands suddenly tucked behind her so that the greenrider can't see fingers twitch. As for further words of male secondary sex characteristics, well, the bluie can't apparently take any more - especially with Tela's apparent dismissal - for with a completely autopiloted salute and a similar, "Yes, ma'am," the woman backs out rapidly, then reverses her direction in order to hurry back out to Ilicaeth. In silence, Alida scurries up her dragon's shoulder, and with only the click of claws and whisper of sail on wind, they depart. And if *anyone* thinks that Ilicaeth will allow his rider to get away with her farewells to Tela, they don't know him at ALL.