Logs:Flattering
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| RL Date: 8 April, 2013 |
| Who: Aishani, R'co |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: R'co meets Aishani. |
| Where: Garden Patio Ledge |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Weather: Warm sunshine and cloudless skies make for a beautiful day and pleasantly warm evening. A breeze tempers the heat with no humidity lingering in the air. |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions |
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| Garden Patio Ledge, High Reaches Weyr Partly sheltered by the curving stone overhang, partly exposed to the weather, the wide stone patio serves as a balcony for socializing or just plain drinking on a sizable scale. The repurposed ledge might once have let two large dragons land, but now there's too much furniture for that: two rustic tables with attendant chairs, plus a couple more in particularly good weather, and a wrought iron bench situated to make the most of the view of the western bowl and the lake beyond. Other changes include rough little niches carved out of the stone walls to hold glows in colored bottles at night, the climbing plant that's being trained to grow up along the overhang, and the blue ceramic pots of flowers that dot the edge of the ledge as a colorful reminder not to fall off. An archway leads to the Snowasis itself, housed in the ledge's former weyr, while a few wide steps descend along the wall to the bowl. It's a lovely summer afternoon, and at High Reaches, that means if you can manage to find a way to get outside to enjoy it, you do so. Aishani has done so by commandeering one of the tables on the patio, regardless of any crowding elsewhere - people can take the unused chairs, yes, but she's the (rather stylishly dressed) Weyrwoman - if she wants the table for work she's ignoring, she can have it. And not feel even faintly guilty about it, even if she gets any dirty or forlorn looks. There's an empty plate holding down a few papers; a drink nearby her hand, but she's currently mostly watching the activity in the bowl, chin in hand, elbow on the table. It's getting late, near dinner. It must be time to knock off soon. Winging his way down from a high-up weyr is Deveriteauxth; the parchment-pale brown settles softly in the bowl, R'co slipping from his back to land with equal lightness. A hearty shoulder-slap is exchanged before the brown takes off once more, leaving his rider - dressed for summer in long shorts and a vest - to trot up to the sun-soaked patio. His Snowasis-trajectory is altered when he spots the Acting Weyrwoman, fingers running through ash-pale blonde hair that makes his Istan tan seem all bronzer. "Weyrwoman Aishani?" Of course he knows it's her as he approaches her table. "R'co, of brown Deveriteauxth. Just transferred from Ista Weyr, ma'am, and been dying to make your acquaintance... though I see the rumours are absolutely true." Blue eyes are approving as they take in her appearance, a little nod and pleased smile confirming the thought. The patio does get one into the Snowasis, and there's servers milling about on a day as fine as this one, so it's not as if the brownrider will have to go without a drink if he's looking for one. Aishani's straightened on seeing someone approach, particularly an unknown someone; her free hand twitches a pencil between long fingers, as she offers a faint smile for the not-really-question. She expects people know who she is, especially now. "Yes? Oh, right. I saw the paperwork. An awful lot of transfers, really - I find it fascinating. The Weyrleader and I were just discussing it today." There's an arch of fine brows, the slightest hint of amusement in dark eyes. "Rumors. Do tell. The ones about my stunning beauty or my great and obvious evil?" Her tone is equally wry for both, as if both are exaggerated, but she's certainly the air of a woman that knows she's pretty. "Which would you like to be true?" R'co flashes her a smile that's bright and unabashedly flirtatious, resting both hands on the edge of her table so he can lean slightly towards her. "It's good to be home, Weyrwoman. While 'Reaches may not be home for my darling Dev, I've missed it something terrible... and with talk of yourself spread across Pern, how could I possibly resist coming home now?" One brow quirks up as if posing the question to her, while he reaches for the nearest empty chair to drag it over to the table. "May I join you, or would your feet prefer a higher resting place?" Decidedly not flirtatious, Aishani's smile is still polite, and she's unbothered by the brownrider's lean - though brows might arch higher, like 'really?' - she's not impressed. "Neither, frankly. But I expect gossip is as it is, though I suppose there's a certain... something to having a reputation, for all I dislike my business known by all and sundry. But..." A little shrug as she leans back in her chair to trade pencil for glass, taking a drink before looking over at R'co skeptically for his reasoning. "Flattering," she tells him flatly, "But I don't buy it. Sit if you like, I don't mind." Though if he is, she may just start gathering up those papers after all. R'co pushes the chair in and under the table, choosing not to sit. "You keep it for your feet, ma'am." Though his smile's still bright, there's a narrowness to his eyes that doesn't quite match up. "With respect, I'm not quite sure you have to buy it, dar--" quick correction, "--Weyrwoman." His lightly-freckled nose wrinkles as his smile gets a touch bigger, forced so. "Can I get you a drink from inside?" As she gathers up her paperwork, settling it into one pile, "Entirely up to you." Aishani glances up with another brief smile, offering easily, "I simply just don't expect that someone would uproot their entire life out of mere curiosity about what I'm getting up to, when Iesaryth tends to like Ista to begin with. But it's a nice thought. Did you just miss home? I heard from another transfer there were some difficulties with leadership. I hate to think it a pattern." But that would certainly be interesting. She seems to find R'co likewise interesting, the more so with the shift in demeanor. Dark gaze sharp, "I'm still working on mine." Fingers flicked to the one on the table. "How long has it been since you've lived here?" "Then you're quite clearly not the self-centred type." R'co snorts, catching the attention of a passing server to order himself a drink. "I have my reasons for coming back." His drums his fingers against the back of the chair he dragged over, tapping lightly against the wood. "About 13 turns, ma'am, give or take a couple when I came back to visit my mum, before she went Telgar-wards." Marks are produced to pay for the fruity-looking concoction he's just purchased, along with a little jar, the lid of which he screws off. He then dips his fingertip in, rubs whatever the concoction is against his lips, then slips it back away out of sight. The cocktail is then picked up, held out in cheers to the goldrider. "To being home. It's been far too long, and is that... is that F'rel, over there?" A distant brunette is pointed at. "Vain, quite likely. Overconfident... it's been argued. Self-centered... I suppose you'd have to ask K'del, but other people don't think so. Selfish, certainly, when it comes to some things." Aishani turns over her stack of paper, just in case anyone tries to actually look at the thrilling work of weyr management. With another lift of brows, she looks up at R'co, dark eyes regarding him steadily. "Just before my father. Interesting, that." But she's game enough to lift her glass in return and drink to being home, though; "It's different having a place to call one, it's been some-- Oh." She turns to look, squinting in the direction he'd looked. "I think so." R'co tears his gaze away from the bluerider when Aishani confirms it is him. "Fuck. He looks even better for the turns." Lips purse into a pretty little pout, and he rests his elbows on the back of the chair to lean towards the Weyrwoman. "Your father." The emphasis suggests his knows the story well. "Honestly, darling, I've never been interested in anything like that. Politics? Shit for Harpers? Too much like hard work." Another snort, before he sips on his cocktail. "No room for that in my line of work - and you must come see me, some time. These fingers work magic, I'm sure they'd soothe away whatever Weyrwomanly stresses you may have." He looks back to F'rel, that thoughtful pout returning. "Do you know, is he with anyone?" Amused by the quirk of lips, Aishani asks idly, "Were you hoping for that, or worse? Some people do that, just look better." She's young enough that she doesn't sound bitter about that yet. Watching R'co fall into his lean, she listens, considers his words as her brows come together, as if something's not connecting. "Your line of work? What is it that..." A pause, and her gaze flickers between the bluerider and her companion, then suddenly enlightened, "Oh, you're the stylist, yes? I think I heard some talk. I usually have to do my own hair." Her fingers go to her curls unconsciously; they likely take some work. "Though I can't really cut it, can I. And I don't know, though I'm certain Melania in the kitchen will have some details. She knows most of that sort of thing." A beat. "Don't people talk when they're having their hair done?" Stylist? The word causes R'co to scoff in distaste. "No, darling," he corrects with a shake of his head and a pained little wince. "I'm a beautician. I didn't spend turns with the Healers just to be a stylist, though I do know something about hair." More of the cocktail is downed, gaze flickering between Aishani and the bluerider in the background. "Do feel free to ask Deveriteauxth for my services sometime, Weyrwoman. I'll be quite happy to oblige, I'm sure." He sounds more distracted now, setting his drink down to pull out that little jar again. With his lips touched up once more with the clear balm, he winks at Aishani. "Delightful as our talk's been, Weyrwoman Aishani, there's a gorgeous man over there who's simply begging to take me back to his weyr, even if he doesn't know it yet." The blonde winks, picking up his drink to sip from it again. "Unless you have a more attractive counter-offer, of course?" Is he teasing? The wink suggests so - or is that just him flirting? Duly corrected, "Beautician, of course. I wasn't aware of your experience. And I will take you up on that." Aishani seems quite serious about both R'co's experience, and taking him up on his offer - though there's only a brief flash of a grin for the brownrider's last. Dryly, "I don't think anything I'd come up with would be more attractive than that, no. Do enjoy yourself, though - and it's been a pleasure." That's polite, but it seems at least somewhat sincere as she finishes up her own drink and makes as if to move on as well. The sun's starting to dip lower, the time for work is over. R'co straightens up, giving Aishani a wink and a click of his tongue. "Oh, I don't know, darling - I might just be able to rock your Pern." Then he barks out a short laugh, brushing his hair back behind his ear. "Of course, I'm strictly professional if you want something, unless it's a little something-something." Another wink. "It's been a pleasure, Weyrwoman. Enjoy your evening, won't you?" And off he saunters, to catch up with a man who he's not seen in turns.
CommentsAzaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 08 Apr 2013 05:08:15 GMT. <
I don't know whether R'co is very brave, or very... well we'll just call him brave, how's that? XD
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Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 08 Apr 2013 05:08:15 GMT.
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I don't know whether R'co is very brave, or very... well we'll just call him brave, how's that? XD
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