Difference between revisions of "Logs:Perfect Timing"

It's late in the afternoon, and a little after drills that Edyis might be found in the infirmary, her departure from the wing an excessively rapid one if anyone paid it any particular mind. She is standing, a bucket nearby, and speaking with one of the healers, an odd pitch to the laughter that carries. The young man in question looks barely old enough to have his Journeyman's knot a spattering of acne marring what might otherwise be a boyish face. "Thank you, really, but I need some air." The brownrider notes as she makes her way in the general direction of the exit, face rather pale.

V'ros' timing is perfect.. or not. He's coming in as Edyis is coming out, and proceeds to stop walking and stare at the other brownrider with a blank expression pasted on his equally as pale face; granted, his is just because he is pale. "Uh. Edyis."

Ed's eyes go rather wide when she hear's her name, more so when she notices V'ros's stare. It takes her a few moments but she manages to work up an awkward smile, "Ah, Hi V'ros." She fidgets a little. "What brings you this way? You feeling ok?" Her brows furrowing with genuine (if a bit deflective) concern.

"Uh." The brown-eyed brownrider shuffles his feet a bit, dislodging snow packed into his boots, and shrugs his shoulders in a typical-V'ros gesture of ambiguousness. "Be.. cause." His eyes flick to and fro, taking in their surroundings, and the healers in their immediate vicinity. "Why.. are you?" he asks, as his gaze comes back to rest on Edyis.

Both brows go up at the ambiguous answer, and her smile wavers ever so slightly, her gaze shifting to the aforementioned healers. "Just a little stomach upset, Akluseth wouldn't stop nagging." She looks at him then, "I hope you are feeling ok. They say Boll was quarantined or something like that. Kinda makes a person nervous I guess."

"Puking?" he says, completely unmoved. "Heard a bug was going around Icicle. Not.. the same one as.." Boll, apparently. "I haven't.. gone.. to Boll. Not in recent months. Probably will blow over in a few.. sevenday." V'ros is nonchalant, tugging down one corner of his knit cap with one hand and shoving the other in his jacket pocket. "You should.. tell Mielline. Maybe she'll give you a day off."

Edyis wrinkles her nose at the word puke and laughs a little. Boll draws a more serious expression, but she nods her agreement. Mention of time off though draws a thinning of her mouth as the corners turn downward. "I'd rather not miss anymore if it can be helped. We are still getting into the rhythm of things. What do you think of the new wingsecond?"

When V'ros' hat is sufficiently adjusted, his right hand joins the left, but in the opposite jacket pocket. "You're a workaholic. We'll.. be doing this a long time. Long." He frowns, too, but shrugs another one of those ambiguous shrugs of his. "Jo's decent. She scared me.. once upon a time, but.. uh.. she's alright now."

Edyis lifts a brow at the observation, "I don't know about being a workaholic, but we are going to be doing this a long time. I would like to try to avoid giving people the wrong impressions for as long as possible." A shift in her weight, "Hey they are starting up a weekly pokergame, Canie and a few of the others, you are quite welcome to join." She scuffs the toe of her boot against stone, "If you want to that is."

Another shrug, another blank look. "If you want," V'ros replies, but it's the second half that has his face going slack, even as his eyes narrow. He's silent for a long moment. "..me?"

The narrowing of the eyes has both of Edyis's hands going up, "The whole wing is invited. I know, we have had our differences, and I don't expect you to trust me or even like me." The brownrider notes, "It's just something fun for people to do if they want. I understand if you don't want to come. "

Again, V'ros is silent and stares, but it's troubling enough to warrant a knitting of his thick brows and a frown. "I don't.. know. I'm not good at.. cards. Not poker. Not.. anything. Snowdrift's reputation on the line? I.. shouldn't," he mutters under his breath, and makes to move to the side.

Edyis actually smiles, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Nobody said you had to be good at it, and there's darts and other things too." There's a nod as he steps to the side and she makes to depart. "Think about it? I think you might even have fun."

The single "uh" V'ros utters is both maybe and goodbye, but he deigns to give the other brownrider a quick nod as he steps past on his way into the infirmary. He might even show up for that Snowdrift social night.. or not.