Difference between revisions of "Logs:Weyr Etiquette"

The storerooms of a Weyr is probably the worse place to find someone shady-looking lurking around. Not that Rategar looks shady. He's dirty in his clothes from working in the stables, and so it's probably normal to find him rummaging around for clothes and towels. Anything, really. He's grabbing random things and tossing them into his makeshift box, whistling a jaunty tune as he goes. If anyone else there was giving him any looks, he doesn't seem to notice.

It is a softly lilting thing, the melody that Edyis is humming as she makes her way along the shelves, she isn't exactly clean herself, looking to have just come from the workout room, given her attire, it is the isle where the bathing suplies are kept that draws the most interest for her, still she isn't paying much attention to where she's going and if she accidently collides with someone well, shame on her.

When Edyis collides, Rat immediately reaches out to pull her towards him. As if to stop her fall. Right. "Woah, there!" he calls, his big hands claiming part of her arms. "Careful there. You're alright?" He's still not letting her go. Not really. He's being concerned, see.

Oh it's a wall, no... There's a slow lift of her chin from the general chest area right in front of her to where the guys face must be. "Oh. Um. Hi." As she cranes her neck to look at the ridiculously tall person now holding her arms. "Fine, just wasn't paying much attention to where I was going." The box gets studied now, dark eyes skimming over the contents, and the person who is still holding her. "Perfectly fine." Perhaps a gentle reminder that he can probably let go without her falling over. Possibly.

"That's obvious," Rat says to her not paying attention, and when Edyis meets his gaze, he flashes a smile. There's too much teeth in it. He probably doesn't realize he's still holding her against his chest until she says the last, and he abruptly lets her go with a, "Oh, sorry about that. Just making sure you don't run me over." He's looking her over, really. He is a guy. Realizing then that some of his dirt got onto her back, he gestures vaguely in her direction as he says, "Ahh, your back..." Well, he's not apologizing for that.

Edyis watches the smile, watches him. When he releases her, there's a smile that doesn't quite show enough teeth. "Mm," is given for the reason for the extended contact, and there's an easy shrug, "Covered in sweat anyway, actually came in here to gather bathing supplies before hitting the caverns. I think... you are new here aren't you?" Still watching him.

"Where are you getting the bathing stuff...?" Rat's listenng to her and looking over at what she's gathered at the same time, some of her words seeming to register. "I'm still trying to learn this place. Yeah," and he turns with a smile, his Bitran accent there. "New. From Bitra. Call me Rat if you want. I get called Handsome, too. I'll answer to that, too."

"A few shelves over." The bottles of oil, towel, and sweet sand pouch probably not the most interesting things in the world but there none the less. "Mm, really? I was going to go with trouble, how many times have you broken your nose?" She's curious now, registering all the little details and committing them to memory, though her looking over is probably for very different reasons than his. "Was looking for some new wrist wraps this way though." Eying the shelves, "Mind helping a girl out?"

Where she verbally directs, that's where Rategar goes. On his nose, with his back to her, "My story's not for the faint of heart," he seems to warn her as he grabs a sweetsand pouch and tosses it into his box without looking. "It's full of dashing heroics and me getting the girl in the end. I sometimes like to stop myself and realize how colorful my life is. Where?" He's flipping through topics like hide sheets, turning once he grabs a few more bathing tools to take before moving where she indicates. He's checking the higher shelves, anyway, and he does look over at her to add, "Didn't give me your name. I notice not giving names is the norm here."

"Top shelf, right there." She physically points at the location, though she doesn't seem inclined to give an inch of ground. She listens, quiet, but then perhaps she's a quiet type of person. "Few stories are. Do I look to be faint of heart to you?" She notes with a wry twist of her smile, "You didn't ask." That she's still not giving it, probably further emphasis on the point, from the smile that sits more in the eyes than mouth. "

Top shelf. "Most women look faint of heart to me," Rat is telling her as he reaches to grab the box she's looking for with ease. "Though I'm starting to learn all the rules don't apply to Reachian women. What's your name, pretty?" he asks now, turning with the box with both hands and offering it out for her to look inside.

"More's the pity for you then." She notes, and when the box is offered she fishes out several rolled strips of fabric, of the sort used for stabilizing joints adding them to her own pile. "And since you asked," A flash of a smile here, "It's Edyis, of brown Akluseth." When she's fished out what she needs, she adds a "Thank you."

Why's that?" Rategar asks on the first as she picks, and then he returns the box back to its high shelf. "The pity. Well met, Edyis. A dragonrider, huh?" He pauses to look her over once more, and this time in a different light before he nods to himself. "Huh. Well. No problem, Edyis. You might want to wash your shirt though," he adds with a nod towards the dirt he sees. "Especially the back part. I think you got some of my dirt on you when you ran into me. I'm about to head to the bathing pool, if you want to join me." It's so casually given, it's like he's offering her a drink.

"If we are all faint of heart, who is there to tell your story?" The problems with male logic. "Funny, since it's the front end that ran into you." Another amused quirk of her mouth, "And since that was where I just told you I was going." He'd be the one accompanying her, is possibly implied. "Someone should probably teach you a few lessons in weyr etiquette." Darkly amused, "Perhaps you can tell me about just what brings out out this way?"

There's laughter to Edyis' logic on stories and the faint of heart, Rat seeming to concede the point. On bathing locations joined, "Ah, but you didn't offer," he notes to her version of it. "I did. That makes mine more of an invitation than yours. Maybe you should teach me about Weyr etiquette. I could let you buy me a few drinks, we could claim a dark corner somewhere, small and private..." Perfect scenario for tutoring. When she asks about what brings him here, "Mostly visiting friends. Visiting some distant relatives," he answers breezily with gestures. "Needed out of Bitra for awhile. What about you? Born here?"

Edyis mms, "And you were doing so well." Closing that space between them and reaching out to step fingers one at a time up from his sternum to collar bone. "Problem is, pretty sure I can think of someone who would take issue with consorting with obvious troublemakers in dark corners. Might even earn yourself another break to that nose." But she's out of his personal space easily enough with a final push, not forceful, nor overly agressive, but probably a clear message she's not interested. "Nabol, though I lived in Monaco for a while." She shrugs.

Rategar stands still, facing her when she approaches. He keeps his wise-alec gaze on her face through though fingers walking up his collarbone, and when she pushes him in the end, he's easy with going with the momentum. "Your loss," she says with a non-chalant shrug. "A simple 'no' would've worked, too." He collects his box now in preparation to leave, now addressing her origins with, "That's pretty interesting. I should probably get going, though. I'm always in the stables, if you ever change your mind." There's a meaningful look to that. Apparently her threat went right over his head. Or he doesn't care.

"Where's the fun in that?" Is her blithe reply, grinning. "Mm, doubt it." and she doesn't really wait one way or the other, heading back in the direction of the bathing caverns, laughing the whole way.

Where's the fun indeed? Rat has nothing to say, though, the stablehand only snorting and taking back up his jaunty whistling. He must have a few more things to take, for he doesn't seem to be leaving the storeroom just yet as Edyis does.