Difference between revisions of "Logs:Day-after Disclosures"

It's a beautiful afternoon outside, the summer sun shining brightly, warm and full of the noisy joys of both humans and dragons. So why is Alida found inside, in the fire and glow-lit dimness of the night hearth? The look of near-complete 'hangover' upon the blonde's features - the silent misery and will to bear up under her current pain - glimpsable from her curled-up place on an overstuffed chair usually meant to settle some old Auntie's bones. Feet tucked up beneath her, a thin blanket tossed loosely over her lap, the bluerider nurses a warm mug of tea, which is occasionally sipped from. Thankfully, it's pretty quiet in here, right now.

As beautiful as the day is, there is work to be done, and Sky's job is to make sure the pots of klah and soup at the night hearth are fresh. Entering the dim cavern he whistles a bit as he cherfully refills both pots. It's only once the chore is done and he's tidying a table does he notice Alida. "Hey there." he says, plunking down in a chair next to her. "How are you feeling today?" not that the way she looks doesn't answer the question, just being polite perhaps. "Hope better than last night?" he offers with a smile.

That whistling... The bluerider lets loose a soft, deep groan which only rattles her tender head even moar, and inspires the haggard blonde to wince and hiss under her breath to the recognized Schuyler, "Shhh! How does it *look* like I feel?" Scowl, sip...and suddenly, she's trying not to show her embarrassment, a slight duck of chin against chest the only signal of such. "Yeah... Uhm... thanks fer the basket." Pause. "Haven't been able ta' touch it, yet." Being so close to throwing up, as she is.

Schuyler isn't whistling anymore, thankfully, but his voice does have a bit of a boom to it he can't really help. "Is that the tea I sent up? It should help with a hang over. If it's not, I can go get you some?" he tries to keep his voice low, which makes it almost more seductive than concerned, but he can't really help that. "I could rub your shoulders if you'd like?" he offers, ever so helpful is he. But those are rather strong hands he has, from kneeding dough of course.

"One uv' 'em." A small sigh of relief at finding it after her earlier bout of barfing *now* has Alida looking up to the big baker with reddened eyes touched with a rare look: one of thanks. Wince. That voice of his. Blink-blink. The bluerider is rather testy about her personal space, especially when she's vulnerable, but for once - after a few moments for inner thought - she mumbles a creaky alto, "I'd like that..." Already she's uncurling sloooowly from her seat, groaning softly as she moves to set her tea down upon a small side table. Quietly muttered, "I feel like a dragon ran me over... A bronze, at least."

Schuyler's smile is warm and he takes the mug to set it aside for her. "Go ahead and get as comfortable as you can." he murmurs, catching that wince and frowning but he's got a task at hand. His initial touch is tentative, being careful that she doesn't change her mind about disrupting that personal bubble, but then the touch turns firm as he rubs a circle into the tight muscles of her shoulders. "Let me know if you want the tea back." his voice low but still back from her ear, not too close.

Her shoulders beneath those hands are strong and sculpted, filled with whipcord muscle developed from Turns of pointed exercise and physical effort. And right now, they're as hard as rocks from a night spent nearly comatose on her back, in one position. "No tea..." is grunted softly, only the occasional hint of an inhaled hiss giving clue to her pain. She's just too assed-out to bother feeling much paranoid, right now.

Schuyler nods and focuses his attention on those tight muscles. "So...why were you so upset about your blue chasing last night? Isn't that...instinct for them?" he asks, gentle hands working through the muscles, intending to work down any extra (if it's even possible) tension the question may cause.

It hurts SO good. Sky's inquiry does cause tension, but Alida stops tightening up with the pain it brings to her upper back, and the following lurch of nausea from her stomach. Noooope. Not going *there* again. "Wanted my FOOD." Truth. She hates her meals being interrupted for long periods. Nose-wrinkle. "He just...caught a green a month ago." Ilicaeth wasn't 'suffering' from months and months of deprivation. "They c'n *choose* ta go after a green. If there wasn't choice in it, we'd have all the males in a Weyr goin' up after every female at once." And wouldn't *that* be delightful, the blonde's expression intimates.

Schuyler seems to approve of her relaxing after the tension with the sound of a soft mmm-hmm as she consiously tries to relax. "Was there something special about this green? Or her rider?" he asks, shifting his attention to another muscle slightly lower down on her back. "Does that matter? How long ago he caught one?" this one more curiosity in general than anything else.

Over her sore shoulder to Sky is murmured, "Are ya' a baker or a Mindhealer?" Its ased with some asperity and a fractional hint of dark humor. Oh wait.. Alida never thought about that. "Shiiiit... Yeah. Solith's 'is clutchsibling. He likes her...ah, sunniness." And... "He's never caught 'er before." Siiiiiigh. Damned blue! As for that last inquiry, "Apparently *not*." Grouse.

Schuyler chuckles softly. "Maybe a little bit of both." this whispered a little closer to her ear and with a teasing tone, but he's quick to shift back to the massage. "Well, so there, I have heard that you don't really think clearly in those situations, but...maybe just..." he shrugs instead of saying the rest of the sentence. "Anyways. Wasn't sure what you liked other than basically everything, so the basket has some of my favorites. And the teas..." he nods to the now cooling mug, "Should help with any lingering discomfort." He shifts a hair closer to her. "That feel ok?" he asks, working on a particularly stubborn muscle.

A slight tightening presages Alida's nearly-instant relaxation, the woman not wanting to be in any more pain than she currently is. And someone is actually massaging the prickly woman's shoulders without an appointment, first! A low snert is given at Schuyler's words of not thinking clearly in a Flight situation, her head lurching at the intake of breath, and making the blonde groan softly. Breathily she notes, "No; not clearly at all." Pause. "I like mint, cinnamon, yer pasteries, yer cookies..." Almost she snorks again in humor, but instantly douses that reaction. Ouch. "Feels fuckin' excellent..." Groan.

Schuyler smirks at her responses and the long slow movements of his hands is like he's treating her muscles like some of his well loved dough. "Then when you're feeling better you should like the other things in the basket." he's shifted closer again, though perhaps not entirely intentionally, he's putting muscle behind his massage, which leverages his shoulder closer to hers. The hand comes up and works on her neck and up into her hair. "You just tell me if you don't like something, ok?" his low voice still staying quiet.

"Ever think uv' takin' up massage as a side skill?" Alida mumbles low. Because she certianly *doesn't* want to keep Schuyler from his true calling in life: baking! As for feeling better... "Shiiit. Please let me feel better by t'night..." Sigh. Again, there's tensing from the blonde as the young man's hands move to her neck; it's a very vulnerable point on the human anatomy, after all, and someone like her knows all the various ways to end a life using blows there. But, fuck it, she's starting to feel not quite a horrible, and she's in her home Weyr, for Faranth's sake! And Ilicaeth reminds her of the (mostly) benevolent circumstances his rider's in, now, as well. And so, with a slightly shuddering sigh, the bluerider allows such 'intimate' contact, her only reply a low grunt of assent.

Schuyler chuckles again. "Usually a skill I save for...special people." there's a hint of a tease in the voice, but overall it actually sounds like he's being serious. "But, any time you need one you come find me. And when you're feeling better I can show you a real one (if you want)...this is just to make you not want to puke all over me." is his amused response.

"Specially pissy..." Alida grunts in reply, the woman then listening silently to her 'masseur.' A face is made at the word 'puke,' followed by a soft, "Don't say that word. Did that three times after I woke up."

Schuyler smirks. "Specially pretty." he says in her ear, fingers working on her scalp now. "Ooo, yuck, ok not talking about that then." he closes his mouth and works his thumbs right at the top of her spine while his fingers press into her scalp. "I'm gonna work on your collar bone, not trying anything..." yet Comes the teasing comment as he removes his fingers from her hair.

Again she nearly tenses at the young man's words of her as 'pretty,' but the resultant pain makes her quit that right away. But there's a slow, though firm hand that comes to rest over one of Schuyler's mitts when he speaks again - *that* way - and then the hung-over bluie's slow, cautious pivoting around in her chair to look directly at the baker with green eyes that look like roadmaps of Iowa. Almost whispered, "Are you tryin' ta get inta' my pants?" Beat. "Or more? 'Cause I'm *not* a nice person, Schuyler."

Schuyler's eyes meet hers. "I wouldn't complain if that happened, but no. I'm not trying. Well, not right now at least. You're in no shape for that." his tone is light but he pauses. "If I were to get in your pants I'd like you to be able to enjoy it." He smirks a bit. "And you've always been perfectly nice to me so I'll thank you to let me make my own opinions." There's a soft sigh. "I promise, there's tension there too and it will help with the headache." He raises an eyebrow asking permision to continue.

Those reddened green eyes remain unblinking upon Schuyler's own, Alida still feeling a little foggy in the brain, though its from the leftover acohol in her system. For some moments, it looks as though the blonde might try to argue with him, but a sudden small lurch of her stomach instantly convinces her to not try that tack. "Yeah..." is grunted out again around a rotten aftertaste in her mouth, which has the blonde promptly muttering, "Tea...please." She does look a little grey around the gills, suddenly.

Schuyler twists to grab the mug and hands it back to her. There's a smile on is lips, though it's not his usual huge grin, just that his resting face is a smile. "You want me to get you another mug? That one is pretty cool now." His blue eyes watching her intently.

After a very slow, careful sip is taken of the cooling stuff to rid her mouth of that horrible taste - and to hopefully re-settle her stomach - Alida murmurs to Schuyler, "Just warm this one, if y'could. Softer on the stomach, that way." Looking from her mug up to the baker again inspires a thoughtful, "Could almost swear that y'must be related to Zay. Azaylia." Smirk.

Schuyler nods and reaches out for the mug, fingers brushing against hers as he goes for it. "I can do that." he smiles at her and chuckles. "You never know. I am a weyrbrat after all." he smirks. "But, what makes you say that?" not getting up just yet to heat up that mug.

"Excellent..." Alida replies without much wind to back her reply, a swallow of saliva making her feel icky, once again. Bleh. Instead of concentrating upon her current spate of small nausea, the blonde instead smirks just a fraction, and replies, "You 'n her have a lot uv the same mannerisms abou'cha."

Schuyler takes the mug from her and gets to his feet. "Rest for a minute I'll be right back." he pauses to look down at her, contemplating for a moment before he heads into the kitchens. He's gone a few minutes and eventually returns with the mug steaming yet again. "It's hot, be careful." his low rumble greets when he returns.

For those couple of minutes, Alida can utterly relax, and fight the internal battle with her stomach while she stares down at her thin blanket and contemplates a few things. She wrestles her unruly stomach back under a small semblance of order by the time Schuyler returns, and carefully accepts the mug from his hands with her own, only slightly shaky ones. The vessel is set gingerly upon her blanketed lap, for now. "Thanks..." is murmured quietly, the rider then slowly trying to stretch her stiff neck. *Click!* Ow.

Schuyler settles wordlessly onto the chair next to her and watches, his eyes scanning her face and frowning as she cracks her neck, but then, he fidgets with his hands and pops his knuckle, the sound making him chuckle a bit as he had just made a face at her neck popping.

She knows uneasy silence when she sees it, and - though Alida is the kind of person who finds silence between people comfortable - she mutters softly to the knuckle-popping Schuyler, "Get back over here 'n finish up that massage." Soldier! Snerk. She does finally lift her tea from lap, then blowing on its surface weakly to cool it just enough for a bare sip. Hot!

Schuyler grins and shifts himself again. "Yes ma'am." he responds, playfully of course. He settles behind her, is he closer this time? Maybe. But then his fingers are picking up where they left off and the heel of his hand presses against the front part of her shoulder, pressing down. His other hand, warm where it sits, is flat against her back as leverage.

Whether she's humored or not by the baker's response, Alida chooses to accept his words as her 'due' (since Schuyler's game, and all), and allows the young man to work over her sore neck and shoulders as he will (within sane limits, of course). At some point in time, between a little more quiet snippets of words, low hisses and grunts of her pain being worked out, and sips of tea, the wrecked bluerider begins to nod off in her comfy chair.

With the blue rider asleep in the chair, Sky gently rearranges her so she isn't more sore when she wakes up. He tucks the blanket around her and refills her mug with water for when she wakes up.

And, like clockwork, a little golden firelizard pops in not long after Schuyler fusses over dozing Alida, the queen making soft fluting sounds to Sky, and then settling into an alert curl upon the woman's lap. Guard duty time!