Difference between revisions of "Logs:Not leering"

It is late, but not so late that there isn't time for a good dragon washing and a soak after a particularly intense sparring session. Edyis strips Akluseth of his straps and herself of her riding gear, and clothes quickly sinking into the blissfully warm water. The gear and towels are set nearby, Akluseth setting into the water after her. "Fuck the cold." Comes her eloquent statement, "Still nothing beats a soak, at least the water is warm."

Neianth arrives like a shadow dropping in from above, his back winging almost delicately made as the small brown lands and collects himself just behind Akluseth as his clutchbrother slips into the water. He rumbles a greeting, though his eyes whirl a bit faster in impatience as Keysi drops from his back and fumbles with the flight straps. Everything always simply takes too long if it's not done with perfect efficiency, of course. Further grumbling never quites manages to become a hiss, but as the leathers are shed, he shakes from head to tail like a canine and then settles back on his haunches. What all the rush for is uncertain since he's not leaping for the hot springs. "I wish it was not needed at all. It takes so much time." Keys had caught the tail end of Ed's words, and her own are notably a combination of her and her dragon's opinions on the matter.

"You should learn to enjoy the simple things, granted having seventeen to thirty feet of dragon to scrub does cut down on the experience." Edyis murmurs with a chuckle, pulling the scrubbing gear out of her bag and staring in on Akluseth's face and neck. "And if you time it right, you have the place to your self."

"There is no time for that." Keysi reiterates, though on the note of enjoying things. She quiets, looking back at Neianth whose head hovers only a foot from her shoulder. The exchange is private, and then she allows it in words, "Go on, get in the water. We will be in the air again once we are done, but not before. Now go." A huff, an irritated tinge to his facets, and the brown finally is motivated to step into the steaming water that so starkly contrasts the weather around it. "It seems like it's always busy." Though at this point she takes a moment to look around and has a fleeting note relief of it not quite being so full. "..unsually anyway. Though I bet Akluseth likes it up here just fine."

"Water has never been an issue for him, and I only have the normal rounds of coursework to worry about. For once in my life I intend to have fun and possibly develop a sense of humor." Grinning over her shoulder at her clutchmate. "I mean sure duty, responsibility, and all of that is important. But traditional drills, traditional roles... those aren't going to get us through an interval."

"I like them. If anything, they're skills to hone, something to be better at." A snort behind her demands an adjustment, "To be best at." If Keysi was any less strict with herself, there would be an eyeroll following that. But, true to herself, there isn't. "Have you had any time to train?" She asks, potentially avoiding the latter comment her friend gives. "Er.. on the bag, I mean." Of course there's plenty of weyrlingmaster-associated strength training, but not quite like the old days. "We haven't touched the training room in what feels like ages." The 'we' seems to be used by habit at this point. Neianth, even being the short kid of the group, wouldn't fit at this point.

"I am not saying they don't serve their purpose, but we aren't even fifty turns into interval yet. If the Weyr doesn't adapt, it will be a rough time until the next pass comes. What we need..." She lifts her shoulders, then shakes her head abandoning the thought. "More frequently now that they aren't concerned with damage upsetting Akluseth. It is strange isn't it, all the things that change after impression. I feel like I have been away from home for months, even though I'm in the same place."

Keysi seems unwilling to fully argue against Ed's observation just yet, but it's also clear she doesn't agree as the intense weyrling slips into quiet for a beat as she finishes folding her straps and sets them out of the way of anyone else intending to land. "Adapt how?" The question is put in place of the comment that was building. Her scrubbing supplies are also set aside, which doesn't sit well with Neianth who puts a dark paw up on the edge of the baths as if intending to leave if she doesn't follow the plan. "A lot of things changed, but for us it has felt quite the opposite. I have more ties than I ever have had to a single place. It's been better."

Ripples. As in reality, as in mind. Warm in the hot springs, warmth to touch his clutch brother's mind. The reflection is serene, calm enough to offer the semblence of those mountains drowned in mist at their bases, their peaks reaching so high they may not as well be just part of his reflective pool... « Better than the lake. » (To Akluseth from Neianth)

"Look for either a new purpose or else redefine the way the weyr operates. Mm, you can see it somewhat in the weyr now. You have traditional wings, who focus on drilling but there are other wings that have... extra skills. You will see it when you shadow, depending on the wings you shadow with." She tilts her head. "It's more than that though, historically hold/weyr/hall relations break down during interval because holds forget the importance of the weyrs, and vise versa. It isn't something there is an easy fix for though, and our class seems to be fresh out of visionaries." There's a deep frown with that.

Deep tangled vines twist, bringing a wash of brackish water with their bloom and growth, warm as the strange flowers that bloom at last above the water's surface. « The lake isn't so bad, good training for between. » (To Neianth from Akluseth)

"I already know about the extra skills, but they can't redefine everything. If you don't have the core, and a few turns from the next pass? They'll be scrambling to figure it all out again." Keysi sits on the edge of the pools, her riding pants and boots tucked out of the way as well. Her feet and legs are allowed to submerge but, with the help of her riding jacket, the obvious men's tunic beneath it and likely the bathing suit beneath that, there's not all that much revealing going on here. "But all I mean is that I appreciate the tradition. I have interests outside of the regular as well, you know that better than anyone." She lets her elbows settle on her thighs, thoughtful but serious as always in demeanor. "I do not believe they are out of visions.. so much as restrained from speaking them."

Edyis is completely stripped; her flying gear folded neatly at the edge along with her bathing kit and towels. Currently, she is taking a scrub brush to Akluseth's throat and is /not/ wearing a bathing suit, her tattooed shoulder and the latest round of bruises visible to the world. She submerges every so often to ward against the cold. She grins, "I do very much appreciate those interests, you are about the only other person in our class that I don't have to hold anything back with." She lifts a shoulder then moving further down Akluseth's flank. "I don't want to do away with tradition, but I want a picture of a future that is worth fighting for. I think Irianke might be one of those people, but she's hard to know, and harder to read. Farideh... She's too focused on being what everyone else wants her to be at the moment. She could be more but, she could just as easily wind up being nothing more than Irianke's shadow." Her tone ambiguous as to whether this would be a good or bad thing.

A shadow passes overhead, and moments later, Leiventh lands in the clearing next to the springs. He waits -- just long enough -- for R'hin to disembark before he's aloft again, unwilling even for the short journey to the springs to walk awkwardly over the distance. That, or perhaps it's a deliberate descent into the springs, his speed arrested at the last minute by a snapping of wings, but enough of an effect on the water to start a small wave, as he soon sinks underneath. R'hin strolls over more slowly, taking account of the situation, pale eyes flickering to Keysi first, then Edyis, with a twitch of lips, and finally their respective browns, with a nod for them if either happen to be looking in his direction. His laugh may well be misconstrued; it's a low-pitched chuckle as he overhears the snatches of conversations while approaching the weyrlings.

Keysi continues to sit with most of herself still subjected to the winter chill. Neianth dips his head under the water, eyes lidded briefly before he resurfaces with a shove of his face and shortly a wave of water onto Keysi. Impatience simmers, boils. Impatience touches his eyes but never rises so far as to make him start hissing. As the warm water drains from her lap, the chill is intensified and the girl's expression goes from it's natural level state to dark. Wordless, as most of it goes unspoken, there's some sort of exchange that ends with her riding jacket shed, and the weyrling girl getting the rest of the way into the baths- still much too clothed to count as a real bath. Doesn't matter, and while she avoids watching Edyis, she doesn't seem outwardly thrown off by it. Leiventh is noticed first, the familiarity turning her head to look for the bronze's rider. Neianth moves forwards, into the line of sight between the wingleader and Keysi, awkwardly.

To the arriving bronze, there is a rumble of greeting deep from Akluseth's chest. The brown watching the newcomers curiously. R'hin even gets an ambiguous chuff, though there isn't any indication of it's meaning. It is at this point that Edyis happens to glance over and notice the amount of clothing that Keysi is still wearing. "You know those are going to be a bitch to dry out in this weather, why are you still wearing your clothes?" This is clearly not a logical course. It's after Akluseth's chuffing and the wave that Edyis seems to notice the bronze and his rider.

While Leiventh finally resurfaces, most of his body is submerged, gleaming eyes barely visible above the waterline, a faint chuff of breath eliciting bubbles. "So," R'hin moves near to the edge -- but not actually at the edge -- voice amused, "What bold changes are you two planning for the weyr today, now that you've some more freedom? That little taste is heedy, is it not?" It's hard to tell whether he's referring to flights, to the weyrs, or the lifting of other restrictions -- perhaps all three?

The small, sorrell touched brown rumbles, an echo of his clutchbrother, in greeting to the bronze. But a faceted eye remains angled up to R'hin. Watching, quiet, but the colors mingled in those facets still speak of the impatience that he's barely restraining. The scrubbing hasn't even started, after all. "It's fine. I'll just lay them next to the hearth." Her hand leaves the surface of the water briefly enough to dismiss the obvious and more truthful fact than her own. Keysi places a hand on her browns neck to push him back slightly, "I think Edyis is making all the big plans." It's playful, though has no change of tone to make it such. After, there's a small shake of her head, "There's nothing that is better than flying." She would take it that way, avoiding the remainder of the insinuations. "Are you coming to watch, or to come in?"

"Bold changes?" Edyis's dark chuckle follows. "Personally I'm still trying to figure out if anything should change first." Her lips twist as Akluseth touches his muzzle to her back, a gentle reminder of the task at hand. "You will make yourself sick out of stubborness." Edyis points out to Keysi, falling quiet and then there is a searching look between the two as she listens to their exchange, before her expression is hidden in favor of working on Akluseth's flank. Her shoulders might be shaking from a silent giggle.

"To watch, of course," R'hin replies with amusement, gesturing towards Leiventh: "It was he that wanted the bath, not me." A couple of steps take him over to a rock that, judging by the familiarity with which he climbs and settles down, suggests it's an oft-used perch for the Wingleader. Whether R'hin's statement is true or not -- Leiventh certainly doesn't disagree, the swirl of his thoughts kept tight and close, not unusual for the taciturn bronze. Undoubtedly, R'hin's aware of the scrutiny from Neianth, if the twitch of lips is anything to go by, pale eyes lingering on the weyrling dragon for a beat. "Was she," without a great deal of surprise, as his gaze goes to Edyis. "Mm. Do let me know when you decide either way, Edyis. I'd be... interested in your conclusion." With a flicker of hands, he asks casually: "Is flight, then, all that you aspire to, Keysi?"

"Fine." This to the brown as Keysi finally grabs a brush, the tunic swirling around her rather uselessly. But apparently she things the cumbersome layer is a necessity even as it clings to her and bunches. Neianth continues his watch, both possessive and protective as it may be, though seems to settle some as Keysi does. "Well then I hope I haven't lost all of my healing knowledge." She replies to Ed, but doesn't seem prompted to change her ways. "But you wanted visionary, did you not? Something had to bother you enough to think there should be change." She leaves that open, because R'hin's response wasn't quite what she was expecting, hoping for, either or. She doesn't comment on the watching, though the hesitation she displays notes that she wanted to. "Of course not. I aspire to many things. But for right now? There are plenty of skills to master."

"It will inevitably be the wrong one, but hopefully you will share some insights to help correct it." Edyis answers cheerily, working with the brush. "I lived through enough to believe there is always something that can be done to make things better Keysi." Looking to the healer with a strange expression, that flickers for an instant before it's gone. "Don't mind his leering, he's mostly harmless." She teases reassuringly, before adding, "Hopefully one of them is hitting the ring again once that silver thread stops consuming all of your time?"

R'hin's, "Good," seems to be in answer to Keysi, sounding oddly pleased by the response. "Darts amongst them, I hope? A'gon's asked after you. He's not the only one." Hard to tell whether he's exaggerating or not; he says it casually enough to make it seem not. Keysi's question of Edyis has the Savannah Wingleader, too, looking at her, expectant of an answer, amusement coiling within pale gaze. He spreads his hands at her words, easily, "Why do you necessarily negate your own view before you've even formed it?" He's hardly leering, and yet he doesn't correct Edyis' words, as Leiventh draws upwards, water streaming off him as he nears the edge.

Keysi's grey gaze shifts beyond Neianth's dark-smudged neck ridges to Edyis after her comment, though R'hin is swifter at re-directing it than she. A sigh escapes her, her efforts in scrubbing suffering for the distraction. "Mostly harmless." Is Ed's word's echoed by the girl, her head shaking. But to R'hin's more specific subject, she looks back up in his direction. "Darts amongst them." It's an agreement more than just an immitation of words, "I wasn't expecting him to remember me since I hadn't had the chance to call for him for lessons." Her words are a little slower, perhaps taken aback by being recognized despite the loss, "I have a lot of work to do before my next substitution." A cover-up for her hesitation of before. "I will be in the ring again. Neianth is insistent that I find time to even more than myself."

"Why be confident in an opinion before it's formed? Why limit myself to the possibility that that opinion is the only correct one? Isn't it better to accept that others might have experience and insight and aknowledge that?" Genuinely curious before mention of darts has Edyis grinning, "You should make more time and shells, I can help with the gruntwork if that is what it takes, I've got the time to spare, precious as it is. You just have to promise to beat E'nest." She grins.

"Is he?" R'hin's attention is all for Neianth, as if the dragon is more interesting all of a sudden. Or perhaps it's just an excuse to keep his gaze away from the pair of weyrlings, and away from Leiventh as the bronze emerges from the water, crouching on the edge of the springs, head swinging in his rider's direction. "Mm. A'gon's much better at darts than cards. I think he might have an eye on one of Glacier's blueriders, too." As R'hin rises to his feet, amused: "You have time to spare, between having your nose buried in whatever book has your latest interest and seeking to better the Weyr?" he directs to Edyis, feigning surprise.

"Because if you aren't confident in it, then you'll halfheartedly form it to start with. And that sounds more of a whim than a planned thought." Keysi gets to answer Ed's comment this time, but is stopped from further arguement by her friend's sudden interest in the gaming. "I don't want you to do my grunt work just so I can go play a game. We have some time now. I'm sure I can figure it out soon, especially once we have our weyrs." That's the first she's really mentioned it, thought about it. Seems strange. R'hin's interest in Neianth isn't missed, by neither girl nor dragon, but it's Leiventh and the wingleader's motions to leave that she pays more attention. "I'm not sure who E'nest is, but I will try." Is said as a definitive.

"Good grief, Is that all anyone thinks I'm good for these days?" Edyis directs at them both, but more to Keysi as though she expects the healer to have an opinion. R'hin's comment is treated with a shrug. "It is amazing how much more time you have when you aren't spending all of it writing essays or arguing with people over immaterial things." Keysi gets a frown, "Keysi, seriously, you need to go out and have fun some. And this is coming from a fellow workaholic."

Edyis whispers "Besides, I don't mind the extra work." to Keysi.

R'hin's smile for Keysi might be for her comment, but it could just as easily be for the talk of games. "Hard to dispute one's own eyes. Studying in bars isn't an occupation of a social person," is his chuckling response to Edyis. As R'hin walks in his dragon's direction, Leiventh does a little hop, spreading his wings to get further distance from the edge of the springs, making his rider visibly hesitate for a beat; quick enough that he covers it with a twist of his body towards the pair of weyrlings. "It seems he's done," is thrown out by way of farewell, turning to follow after the bronze.

Keysi of course always has some sort of opinion, although she either became distracted during the exchange or doesn't speak her piece on it. "I had fun.." She dismisses, "With Savannah the other day." As if once in 17 turns is enough. "And some of the things we do are just as enjoyable." R'hin's departure of course isn't surprising, but there's potentially a hint of disappointment as she nods her own farewell. Even Neianth finally does more than rumble, his ripples extending towards the bronze briefly. Touching wayward to his mind acknowledgement of his departure and, now, familiarity. Keysi holds up a hand in her goodbye, but shakes her head again at Ed. "You don't mind it, but it's unnecessarily. I can't put more load on you, just so I can slack." She earnestly doesn't see the point of it.

Edyis puffs a breath that steams in the cool air, but it seems she has no response or farewell as the bronze pair departs. It's only after she is certain he is well and truly gone, she mutters, "Sometimes, I wonder why I wanted to be in that wing so badly. I must be losing my mind." But the irritation holds a faint betraying note of affection and perhaps loss. "Nonsense. It isn't as though I sleep much these days."

"I was surprised." Keysi's grey eyes follow after the bronze and his rider until they're gone, "At how I felt when I played that game. I'd never played darts before, but it didn't matter. I lost the game, and they still seemed accepting." The concept is confusing at best. "And to know they've asked after me? I cost them a round of drinks." Too serious, even in regards to a good natured game. "I liked it." Is finally admitted at the tail-end of that. To Ed's comment, she looks back at her friend, eyes slightly narrowed in question but betraying nothing else, "I hardly think you've changed that much. I know I've been busy, but that's all you wanted, remember?"

Edyis laughs warmly, glancing over to her friend. "Keysi, it isn't about marks or drinks with them, they are genuinely good people who care about each other. Of course they are going to ask after you, you are awesome." She chuckles again eyes drifting to the direction of the departed wingleader. "No, but wanting and being tapped in, are two very separate things. He's just gotten a lot better at pushing my buttons I suppose." Edyis sticks her tongue out. "Have to learn to accept some things."

"I'm not sure how I feel about him." Keysi's attention has finally focused on her task at hand, much to Neianth's relief. Maybe they'd actually be able to get back to things that matter soon. "But the dynamic is so different from our wing." Granted, that in and of itself is different, and she knows it. "I never spent time with the wings as you did prior to all this, I guess I just didn't realize." What, specifically, she didn't realize she leaves unsaid from lack of a good word. "What does he do to you?" Curious, but then after a pause. "You can accept things, but nothing ever has to remain as they are. It just may not change right away. Or," She adds in caveat, "Maybe they're a particular way for a reason and later it will be more obvious why."

Edyis laughs, "He likes being irritating for the sake of being irritating sometimes. He is a good man though. When my stepmother took a turn for the worse, he saw to it that there was a healer there for her on a regular basis, and always checked up on me when I was away from the weyr. Not that anyone outside of Savannah is aware of that. I - " She frowns then, as though suddenly aware of how much she has divulged. "I am biased probably because of that." She smiles, "Maybe both views are equally true?"

Neianth decides he's had enough. Whether he's thoroughly scrubbed or not at this point makes no difference. He climbs out of the pool, wings furled at his sides to allow drip-drying of those still incredibly oversized pinions. Keysi watches him go and tosses the brush towards her pile of things. "He's done quite a bit for you." The obvious is stated, though it's said thoughtfully, quietly, particularly in reference to her stepmother. "I dont' know that side of him, nor Savannah. I hope you don't think much on not getting tapped to that wing. If it's that important to you, surely there are routes to take to have it done. Appropriate routes." And there's the slightest of grins at the edges of her lips at that.

"I say that though, to give you another perspective. Not everyone is black and white right and wrong. It's a lesson I am still learning the hard way. As for wings," she strokes Akluseth's neck affectionately. "Want went out the window the minute I impressed him." Edyis answers with a soft chuckle, "Focus on the day at hand." Getting out and drying off, dressing all in a matter of minutes. "I'll fly back with you."