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Bathing Pools, High Reaches Weyr

Omnipresent clouds of steam slink across the tops of three naturally warm pools, set into the floor of this kidney-shaped cavern. Near the entrance the ceiling is high and polished, gleaming with little mineral specks as it sweeps downward into increasingly ragged, uneven steps. The foremost of the pools is squared off with wide steps leading down into the water and has faucets for bringing in cooler water from a rain-catching cistern. Primarily used for laundry, there's an almost constant film of suds along its surface until the circulating current clears it at the end of the day. Four sinks line the nearest wall and various tubs stored beneath allow for the washing of delicates. Laundry bags can be dropped off in the bins near the door and clean, folded laundry is stacked in rows of tall cubbies for easy pickup.

The bend in the cavern leads to a rougher-hewn part of the chamber where the two circular bathing pools welcome those in need of a wash. Towels and washcloths are kept in neat stacks on shelves along the wall, along with sacks of sweetsand and a few bars of precious soap. Stone benches provide a place for sitting to remove shoes and clothing, while a row of gleaming brass hooks stand above, ready to hold clothes and robes.

The sheer force of excitement that swarms sandily toward the blue's mind might bowl over the unsuspecting. « Where is your Alida right now? » It's practically a breathless tenor for all that these words have no need of breath to be said. (To Ilicaeth from Rasavyth)

He sounds like he's busy, but since this is Rasavyth, Ilicaeth can make some time to answer. « She's in the baths. » There's swirling curiosity for what's got the bronze so in a tizzy, as well as the blue's typical humor. « Got yer eyes on another gold? » Snort. (To Rasavyth from Ilicaeth)

To Ilicaeth, Rasavyth doesn't get this excited for golds. This is better. Politics! Intrigue! Mystery! Puzzles!

It isn't long before K'zin arrives at the bathing pools. He drops out of a jog after crossing the threshold into the cavern where the ground is frequently slick. His eyes search the pools. Normally, he's not a looker, and his gaze isn't lingering long enough to be a creeper, but he is looking at the faces. After identifying the palest blonde, he's yanking off clothes as eagerly as if he'd spotted his next conquest. They're tossed into an empty cubby and he's soon in the pool, moving straight toward the woman with a breathless, "'Lida! Psst! Aaaaaliiiidaaaaa!"

They apparently just got back to the Weyr, Alida having taken her quick dinner at the night hearth, thus missing human chatter. And Ilicaeth...well, he's just too busy to have heard, apparently. « What now? » he inquires, shifting part of his attention over towards Rasavyth. Out with it, already! (To Rasavyth from Ilicaeth)

Okay; that's just...creepy. Of course, Waki can be that way without reason at times, so, when he's peering too long and dumping his clothing and climbing into her once-private pool... Alida doesn't try to get out. Instead, she simply peers a little warily at the bronzer, then notes low, "If this has anything ta' do with a gold 'r a green... get the fuck away from me." Snert. She's only half kidding.

Little brothers love to have one up on their elders. And though their age difference can be told in minutes, Rasavyth is no different. He's even more delighted now that he knows he knows something Ilicaeth doesn't. Let the games begin! « Oh, nothing! » Liar, liar, pants on fire! And obviously so. Just something to wet the blue's appetite. (To Ilicaeth from Rasavyth)

He doesn't stop at Alida's warning if that's any sign that this doesn't have anything to do with a mating flight, but he comes straight up to her his hands reaching for her shoulders, expression bordering on effervescent. "History is happening." He at least has the sense to drop his baritone to a murmur that's not likely to be overheard with the sloshing of bathers.

And, like older brothers everywhere, Ilicaeth's rolling his eyes, and trying to keep from grabbing younger brother in a headlock and dragging him around. Siiiiiiiigh go his sands. « Now if that isn't the biggest load uv' runner shit I've ever heard... » Still, the blue's a cop, and he wants to know. But, for leverage, he chuffs and mentions, « I c'n pick it up from Alida soon enough. » Poopie pants, no-fun-anymore brother! (To Rasavyth from Ilicaeth)

History? It's always happening, but with an excited K'zin, it could be perilous in any number of ways, so Alida gets a little defensive when her clutchsib reaches for her, the blonde pressing her back into the bathing pool's wall, which makes the water suddenly slosh around her submerged frame a bit. Her likewise look of caution is also mixed with a guard's curiosity. "What?" is inquired quietly. It'd better be good for this level of indiscretion.

« Oh, can you? » Challenge accepted! If Ilicaeth's not going to play and instead just wait to glean it from his rider, Rasavyth will just have to make sure his rider doesn't get told! (At least, not so soon. The game's only just begun!) (To Ilicaeth from Rasavyth)

K'zin's hands stop just shy of Alida's shoulders, his expression abruptly changing and lips pursing. "Oh, sharditall." He swears in annoyance, and then turns, starting to head back the way he came.

He wants to play it that way, huh? Okay. « I'm sure... » And here, a small list of obvious, gossipy dragons is recited « ...that they'll be happy ta inform me. » Butt head! (To Rasavyth from Ilicaeth)

"What the fuck?" escapes Alida's lips - still softly, though with definite emphasis - when Waki starts going the other direction without saying anything. Immediately, she's pushing off the wall, and pacing after him through the water, trying to grab at one of his arms. If successful at stilling him, she mutters, "What was that for?"

Surely Ilicaeth knows by now that Rasavyth always has some of the best, most informed gossip. Sure, those dragons can tell the blue what they know, but Rasavyth has a secret! (The knowledge of such comes with an obnoxious sing-song and everything.) It's a secret only he is known to know, so Ilicaeth can plaaay with him, or not. But he won't get the best bits from those others. Bluff called! (To Ilicaeth from Rasavyth)

K'zin's arm is grabbed and he half-turns back toward the former guard with a sigh. "I can't tell you what I was going to tell you because Ilicaeth isn't playing, and Rasavyth wants to play. And I will have my life made miserable if I tell you now." Misery that he's not, apparently, willing to endure. But surely, as another rider, Alida's aware of just how much havoc a testy lifemate can make in one's brain in the course of an evening.

Homie don't play that game. It might take him longer, but he'll winnow every drop from all his sources. Only Alida's lifemate could be as stubborn as her. (To Rasavyth from Ilicaeth)

With no game, there's no prize for a winner. « Let me know if you come to your senses, won't you? » Rasavyth's oozy purr swirls lazy sand in Ilicaeth's direction, confident in his secrets, apparently. (To Ilicaeth from Rasavyth)

Oh great. It involves Rasavyth... and Alida's expression belies that inner sentiment amply. For a moment, her gaze goes a little dual-focused, then returning to Waki. Yes, she sighs, too. "Ilicaeth's doin' the brick wall thing." Damned dragons. "What's Ras want?" The blonde sounds rather tired and disgusted...and curious.

"He's feeling playful. He wants Ilicaeth to play with him. His kind of game. The mental kind." K'zin's tone doesn't suggest that he feels strongly one way or the other about whether or not Ilicaeth should do this. "I don't really blame Ilicaeth for not wanting to. But I'm not taking the heat on this." He glances back over his shoulder, "Look, just be ready to go somewhere with me tomorrow, alright? Plain clothes. Not in an official capacity, I think, but bring a change of leathers just in case." Because having that much knowledge is less frustrating, right?

Oh; that kind of 'game.' Again, Alida's expression speaks volumes. "He's not budgin'..." the woman murmurs, then shrugging her shoulders after letting Waki's arm go. "Won't even do anymore than say 'No' ta me." Because, right now, Alida's his weakest link, since she willing to 'cave' a little more easily than the blue. And then K'zin's mentioning some sort of covert ops, and the woman's greens flare a little in repressed excitement. "How plain, an' what kind'a clothes? Southern, Istan, Tillek... what?"

"Just plain. For this kind of weather." That's as much as K'zin can give her, "You want more details, you convince Ilicaeth to be playful." He starts moving again, toward the edge of the pools. "Otherwise, you'll find out tomorrow." Shrug. Evidently, whatever it is doesn't take an awful lot of pre-planning, so it's no matter whether she finds out today or tomorrow.

"Dirty plain, clean plain, patched plain? I gotta' know somethin' so I c'n blend in better," Alida notes in some frustration. "If this could be riskin' either one uv' us, I need ta know so I c'n know what ta bring." Weaponry, disguise, and all that guard jazz.

"Plain plain," K'zin answers helpfully, although at least he pauses at the edge of the pool to twist back toward her. "You're getting too excited about this. Just show up." Which is how much preparation they'll apparently need. Then he's pulling himself out of the water and heading toward the cubbies to grab up a towel.

"Excuse me? Who is it that just practically leaped inta' the water, then hurled themself at me?" Alida 'inquires' with some testy irritation at Waki. "Got a specific time?" is then questioned tartly. her arms crossing below the water over her chest as he starts to head off.

K'zin's impish grin is made with his back to the bluerider. Why yes, he was the one who did that. "Nope!" He calls back toward the woman. "I told you. You want anything more, you get the dragons to sort it out. I'm not spending the night with a headache because Ilicaeth won't play ball and I let too much slip." The line is drawn. "See you tomorrow!" And then he's pulling on his clothes with every intention to head right back out.

She figured it was going to be that way, but she had to try. Alida can still be grumpy about it, though, and so she notes low to the bronzer's back, "Both uv' ya c'n kiss Ilicaeth's broad blue ass if it's before oh-nine-hundred." And, with a sour look, the blonde lets him go with that 'farewell,' the woman moving back to 'her' wall so she can soak and grumble and plan on her lonesome. Fucking bronze bastards.