Logs:And Now For Something Completely Different...
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| RL Date: 10 May, 2013 |
| Who: Alida, N'ky |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: N'ky calls Alida up to his weyr to discuss their new positions. |
| Where: Breezy Stargazer's Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Weather: A layer of gray clouds covers the sky. The air feels cool and damp, but there is no rainfall today. |
| Mentions: Quinlys/Mentions, Meara/Mentions |
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| Breezy Stargazer's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr The inner weyr itself is oddly-shaped, curving around the outside wall of the dragon's couch. This does offer some protection at either end from the constant draft that, especially during bad weather conditions, can whip through with enough force to scatter any unsecured paperwork. At one end, a bed is made on a raised stone platform, with nothing but the basics provided for storing clothes though there is a small, glass-paned window cut into the wall to provide a little natural light; at the other, there's a small fireplace and a single old sofa, draped with a throw. In the middle, carved from the curved wall, there are a few shelves and alcoves for books, knick-knacks and the like, with a beaten up desk positioned in front of them featuring plenty of pebble paperweights. To Ilicaeth, Cailluneth's gentle touch is a warm, silver invitation to Ilicaeth and his, swirling with a soft pink that's twined with green - excitement? Something's being hidden! Imagery follows of her ledge; up high, high in a corner of the bowl, where the silvery wind never seems to cease. She waits; her Heart waits. He's much more forward than his colorful sister, the hue of golden sands swirling richly within that green of hers, until Ilicaeth's grittiness turns to... steely silver? Perhaps that's his own excitement showing, though it's under control. « Yeah, we got a package, too. Be right there! » And, not long afterwards, the slatey blue and his gritty rider are winging their way up, up from their own digs, and finally backwinging, landing upon Cailluneth's ledge. A bright rumbling-croon of his anticipation is let off, and once Alida's released from her straps and slid down off 'caeth's neck to the ground - pacing with determination into the pair's weyr - the blue soon follows, meaning to settle down beside his sister and watch the procedings, if possible. (To Cailluneth from Ilicaeth) Cailluneth is very accommodating of Ilicaeth, even if her initial thoughts to him are of the slightly possessive, 'this is my territory' type; she moves to one side of the large wallow, giving him space for himself, or presenting the opportunity to cuddle, if he'd prefer. From within the breezy, dark and somewhat cold weyr, the scent of something hot drifts about on the permanent draught. When he knows Ilicaeth has landed, N'ky trots out to the couch to meet Alida, trying very, very hard to bite down his big grin. And... not saying a word, just beckoning her in to the glow-lit desk that's strewn with papers, each one pinned down by a pebble to stop it from being blown off the desk. « Just wanna take this in direct, toots... » Ilicaeth rumbles all friendly-like to his green sister as he pad in settles down beside her, the blue sealing his non-territorial sharing with an affectionate little headbutt to Cai's shoulder then an easy carress from his mobile tail upon her own. As the two dragons settle, Alida offers a smirk to N'ky when they meet halfway, the blonde then adopting a somewhat more serious mein as she follows the greenrider further inside. Once to that table, the woman opens up her heavy riding jacket, and plucks out the sheaf of papers within that will prove that she's indeed his partner in leadership duties, this month. Down upon the table they're released, even as the bluie notes, "Can't say I'm surprised by them puttin' us t'gether." Wink. N'ky makes a start to reply, but is tripped up by his stutter before he can even get the first syllable out. The excitement that had coloured his expression thus far wanes a little as frustration takes its place; he huffs out heavily, snapping his fingers a few times before trying again. "I-it's p-perf-fect!" He winces at his broken delivery, both hands clenching into fists as he closes his eyes and tries to calm himself, again. A moment of that and he hold up an index finger to Alida, asking for just a few seconds more to compose himself. Cailluneth shares her Heart's frustration with Ilicaeth, for him to pass to his rider; it's a poor and awkward approximation of N'ky's voice, but it's certainly not her own. « Need to calm down a little first before it goes away. » N'ky, meanwhile, beckons Alida to follow him around the horseshoe curve of his weyr, towards the tiny hearth that's flickering in front of the single loveseat that the weyr boasts as furniture. Resting above the glowing embers in the bottom of the fireplace is a tray, with something warming on it; a mix of the things from tonight's dinner spread, by the looks of it. Yeap; she knows that whenever N'ky's worked up, the stutter gets worse...so Alida only smirks at his triple-time 'perfect' and then moves off towards where the pegs are located, so she can divest herself of her riding wear, hang it up properly. And after returning to the greenie, and following him about his new digs - green eyes flicking all around as 'lida sometimes grunts or bobs her head - Ilicaeth interjects Cai's human-sounding words from her lifemate into his own rider's grey matter. « Mhm... Tell 'er thanks, sugar. » is the woman's reply to her blue, the communication between them barely hinted at with a hint of disfocus on her part, while Ilicaeth rubs his chin upon Cai's shoulderblades, and speaks with her again. « Alida gets it. Not a problem, toots. She says thanks fer lettin' us know. » Stepping away from the desk and into the fire-lit warmth of the tiny living area seems to have N'ky a little calmer; the deep breaths he keeps taking help, too. "W-we got knots!" He bounces towards Alida, arms spreading as if to hug her; then he stops dead, realising who he's about to squeeze, and gives the bluerider an apologetic little look. "I g-got us dinner. Um... Th-there's n-not really anywhere to... um..." He looks at the little loveseat, at the plates warming beside the hearth, then at Alida, then at the bare stone floor between the two. "I-is it ok if we sit t-together? Oh -- a-are you hungry? Did you eat already? I--" Suddenly the excitement dips, and he brings his hand up to his forehead with a groan. "I forgot something to drink." As long as N'ky stops and indeed does *realize* how he's approaching her, Alida doesn't apparently mind. After the greenrider halts himself, the woman simply smirks, steps forward, and seizes the taller young man around one of his shoulders by one arm, dragging him in for a quick squeeze before releasing him again. "Good reason ta' celebrate..." is noted with some amusement, the woman then shaking her head at the offer of dinner. "Already ate. Buuut... skipped dessert. Got any uv' that apple pie?" N'ky's groan and words of no drinks inspire the blonde to hold up a forefinger in the perennial gesture of 'wait a moment,' 'lida pivoting about and striding back off towards her jacket. Once there, after a few moments of rummaging around inside the bulky thing, she returns with a hardened leather hip flask of good size, the bluie giving her Wingleader a little grin. "Hard cider. Nice, this time uv' year." "Oh." N'ky's giddiness following his 'Lida-hug fades a little when she says she's already eaten, and he looks over to the tray by the hearth, expression sinking a little more. "N-no," he says sadly. "I... I f-forgot dessert, too." He groans as he sinks onto one side of the loveseat, leaning forward with his face in his hands. "I'm a t-t-terrible host. I've... I've n-never done this before." Peeping through his fingers at the cider, N'ky shakes his head. "I... I d-don't really drink, 'Lida, but... um... y-you enjoy it. Or... m-maybe a little bit could be good? It's good f-for calming down, right?" "Pfft; it's post dinner. Anyone expectin' ta' be served such in a private weyr is an ass," Alida notes blithely, then trying to tug the greenrider's fingers away from his eyes. "C'mon; can't have our esteemed 'leader lookin' like that." Smirk. "This cider's not super distilled, like other booze. Won't hitcha' hard... unless y'drink a lot." The lid of her flask is unscrewed, and the thing offered to the taller weyrling. "Think uv' it as sealin' the deal: 'second 'n 'leader...plus yeah, good fer calmin' down." With that - whether her flas's accepted or not - the bluerider moves back over to the desk, grabs up both their sheafs of paper from Quinlys, then moves over before the hearth, settling down into a loose-legged sit. N'ky accepts the flask, taking a tiny babysip from it. He gives Alida a crooked, shy smile, settling down on the floor beside her with the papers, and handing her back her drink. "'Lida, I'm s-so glad it's me and you. I'm... I'm k-kinda out of touch with the w-wing after being gone for half of the m-month, but, um, I h-have some ideas. Cirrus... um... they d-do things differently. I really liked it." Then, after a brief pause during which he idly fingers one of the papers in front of him, he asks, looking longingly at the tray so close and so delicious-smelling."Um... is it ok if I eat?" It tastes quite good, sweet, and only moderately potent, the scent and taste of apples heady and bright within the cider. After setting down the papers and looking over at N'ky, Alida takes back her draught, sips liberally from it. "I think it's a decent setup, too..." the woman comments, tapping the papers. Grunt. "Think uv' it as a learnin' experience. So wnat *didja* take in from Cirrus?" Huh? "Oh; yeah, uv' course. Yer hungry; pack it in!" Grin. A wave of hand absently towards the food on his hearth is followed by a shuffling of her own set of papers, green eyes focusing on what's written...the salient points, anyway. Since they're not sharing, N'ky doesn't bother with the plates he borrowed; he just uses his fork to scoop food straight up from the tray. "Um, s-so I was shadowing Aisha and J'madri. Cirrus is... happy." Which is probably because it made N'ky feel that way. "They're more, um, l-light about things. The training's done, but it's made f-fun... I w-want to bring some of that in." He bites down on a sausage, chewing it thoughtfully as he looks over the list of weyrlings in their wing. "W-we've got to, um, build s-stamina, right? For our dragons? And t-teamwork, and morale... I thought m-maybe we could have a /relay/, once a seven. Split the wing into two teams, and have them compete... the f-first team to win gets... something." To be determined at a later date! As she scans the papers, Alida listens to N'ky, the woman decent at managing two channels at once, at least on this level. Every so often, the blonde lifts her gaze to the new Wingleader, nodding thoughtfully to him, and adding in her own eight-marks-worth with, "Yeah. Gotta make sure we're havin' 'em check those straps, too. Like the papers said, gonna' have problems with complacency, now." But wait, she's the 'second here, not the 'leader, and so, for now, the woman defers to her fellow weyrling, her head bobbing again. "Relay's fine. Yeah... offer some kinda' token prize worth it t'the winners on each team...like some special privilege." Head scritch, sip. An idea comes suddenly to the woman, makes her murmur, "I was thinkin' that maybe I could sneak in a few times, purposely unhitch 'r weaken somebody's straps right before we lead a drill." Greens lock unflinchingly with browns. "See if any uv' 'em take the time in all the urge ta' get skyborne t'check their gear. And right before we take off... Have 'em stop, dismount, 'n lay inta' all uv' 'em, if needs be." "Straps! Yes, straps are important, but y-you'd have to make sure they d-didn't get up off the ground... or m-maybe, um..." N'ky taps his chin as he considers. "Maybe there's s-something that Quinlys or, um, Meara knows about r-rescue... riding? I-is that what it's called? Like, um, i-if a rider falls, then we know how to h-help them? Without anyone getting hurt?" He chews on his lip, tapping his fork off the tray. "We c-could maybe practice with, um, stuffed sacks or something." "Nah; we don't want anybody hurt. We'd never let 'em off the ground...'n if they jumped the gun fer some stupid reason, we'd use our rank pull ta' order 'em back down immediately." N'ky's second idea is a good one, though, and Alida nods almost enthusiastically to it. "We go ta' the Weyrlingmasters first, say we want some basic rescue riding tactics ta' be taught...like how ta' support someone who's straps loosen 'r break. We couldn't do dragon helping dragon right now, since ours 'r too small, yet. Strain their wings too much." Hey; how does *she* know about something like that? "Like y'said; practice on the ground fer awhile, then in the air, low, the last few times." N'ky nods enthusiastically for Alida's suggestions. "Yeah!" He's eager! "I th-think we should run everything past b-both Quinlys and Meara." Because he'll be less scared by the former, if he's got both Meara and his fearless wingsecond by his side. "'Lida, I'm so glad it's me and you. I th-think we'll be good. R-really good." He reaches out to gently press his hand to the top of hers, giving a quick squeeze. "Y-you make me feel better about all this. I know I can do it, if you're beside me." For once, the bluerider's not loathe to be touched without her permission, or without something leading into it, Alida already bouyed by both the assumption of responsibility and by her 'leader's good spirits. So when N'ky's hand squeezes her own, she soon reaches back, and takes his larger hand in a firm, warm grasp, giving him a solid if short handshake. "Yer already 'doin' it,' Nicky." Grin. "Din'cha' notice?" N'ky takes that handshake a little step further, twisting his hand around in her grasp to knit their fingers together, squeezing tight. His brown-eyed gaze meets her green one, and he grins. "I didn't," he says softly, shaking his head. His stutter's died down, so he's clearly more in charge of his emotions. "But it's c-cos I'm with you, now, and we're doing this. When we're w-with the wing tomorrow, um... y-you'll back me up, won't you?" He's quite sure of the answer already as he looks earnestly at the bluerider, squeezing her hand meaningfully again. To his inquiry comes the bluerider's easy, "That's my duty as yer 'second. Also my duty ta' point out if yer screwin' up...though that's never in front uv' the wing, unless there's no time." She looks a little put-out for a moment when he knits their fingers together, but Alida chooses to go with the flow for once, giving N'ky's mitt a squeeze right back, then seeking to disengage her fingers, hand. "Gotta' keep lines uv' communication open between us, too, while we're doin' this stint uv' leadership." Sage nod. There's no resistance when Alida wants to let go; N'ky's just chuffed she allowed as much to happen. "I w-want you to point out when I'm g-going wrong, and how I can be b-better. I trust you, 'Lida, and you'll be good at this." He nods, spearing himself another forkful of food to nibble on it. "I like your straps idea. Shall we write everything down, and then we c-can take it to Quinlys and Meara? So m-maybe tomorrow we'll just keep things, um, n-normal, and then get th-their sign-off on everything tomorrow afternoon after drills, and then the day after we can start with everything." There's a firm nod and a clipped alto, "Will do," for N'ky, Alida then looking hesitant for some moments before she notes a bit grudgingly, "Same goes fer me, if needs be. But make sure y'do it..." handwaving takes place "...not irritatingly." Temper temper. "We can, yeah. We ought'a come up with a few more ideas, 'n put 'em on paper, too. Not that more won't come t'us later, uv' course. Don't need ta' get everything down in one fell swoop." More cider is quaffed, the flask then offered over to the greenie, while her fingers begin to drum idly upon one of the papers. "Uh... saw we're gonna go through the talk sometime this month, too." THAT talk. The woman looks sort-of uptight about it. The offered cider is taken, and N'ky takes a slightly bigger sip this time, almost a mouthful, followed by another before he hands the flask back. "Yeah, we'll k-keep note of everything. And, um, I want us to all have d-dinner again, the whole wing. Or breakfast, maybe? I want it to be m-mandatory every day and while we're all together, everyone can give their suggestions, so we can maybe work in some of what they want, too." And then, The Talk. "Oh." N'ky fiddles with his pencil, then drops it on the stone floor to toy with the hem of his trousers, instead. "Y-yeah... um... a-are you ok with it? If, um... y-you can speak to me, 'Lida. About a-anything. You're one of my b-best friends, I'll h-help you if you want it." A brisk nod greets his acceptance of the cider, Alida noting in the meantime, "Be careful ta' not get bogged down in too much detail. Like my da' said, gotta try fer the balance." Which *she's* not terribly good at. As for a meal with all the wing in attendance... "Mm... not every day. People need their own meals, their own time, too." The woman's lower teeth nip at her upper lip a couple of times. "How about two, three times a sevenday? Might wanna change up meals, too. One breakfast, one dinner, lunch if we choose a third." And then word of 'the talk' comes again, and the blonde simply waves it off. "I meant more that we might get others in the wing comin' to us about it. Guess we c'n either try ta deal with what we can, 'r send 'em on ta' staff, if it's too complicated." Nope, she's as cool as a cucumber. Really. "Breakfast three times a seven, and then w-we" as in 'me and you', as indicated by N'ky's finger, "can always h-have dinner together a-at the end of the day, to go over everything and to, um, p-plan for the next day. Deal?" He squirms a little, uncomfortable at the notion of their wingmates coming to them to talk of such things. "Um... m-maybe we'd be best to, um, point them at the W-Weyrlingmasters? Th-they have adult dragons, after all..." And therefore they're knowledgeable! And can talk of such things! Without blushing! "B-but, 'Lida, I'm h-here for you. F-for anything." "Will do," Alida raps off, her eyes meeting N'ky's after she grabs a carbon stick from one of her beltpouches, and starts writing stuff down on the back of one paper. "As fer us, if we're too tired 'r whatever ta' meet up face-ta-face, we c'n get Cai 'n 'caeth ta' make accurate exchanges fer us, and then take notes." Communication! And now it's N'ky's turn to get a little squirmy over the whole dragons and sex thing, which cues the blonde to apparoach it from a different perspective. "Well... we can't just always turn everything we don' like over to the Weyrlingmasters, 'r we run the risk uv' lookin' soft, 'r stupid." And she sure as shit is *not* going to appear as such to anyone. "Part uv the responsibility thing." Nose wrinkle. "Anything we just cannot bring ourselves ta' do fer whatever reasons, though... yeah, off ta' staff." A faint moue of lips for the greenie's second offer prompts her alto, "I know." Nod. "Thanks." "I-it's not that I c-can't do it," well, it might be a little of that, seeing as N'ky's cheeks are already flushed red at the thought of it, "but we d-don't have the experience, y'know? Quinlys told me a l-little bit back in our f-first month or so, but, um, I d-don't know enough about it to tell anyone wh-what to expect, or how to h-handle it, or what's right or wrong or... I c-can talk to them about it, but I can't tell them..." "Whether we have the...experience 'r not, it ain't gonna be easy fer anyone...well, except maybe the weyrbred kids in our class," Alida mutters, her gaze moving between her note writing and N'ky. "I guess we gotta' make some judgement calls when we're just not sure. Again...it's common sense. Whatever we can't handle goes ta' Staff. We should try a little, anyway." I guess. A firmer look from the bluie presages her crisp, firm, "Part uv' bein' a 'leader is havin' ta' shoulder stuff we don' necessarily wanna'." N'ky nods. "I know... I c-can do it. I just... I'll do it. It's f-fine." The change mid-sentence comes with a shrug; if Alida can do it, so can he. "So, um... about that? The f-flight stuff? Um... wh-what will you do when Ilicaeth s-starts to chase, 'Lida? A-are you ready for it? Have you, um... th-thought about what you...wh-who you might, um... I h-heard some riders h-have a... a s-stand-by if, um, y'know...?" Does she know? "We do it 'cause we need ta'. Uv' course, we c'n talk ta' each other about ideas 'r whatever, if we have any...difficulties," Alida amends, then reaching out to N'ky to give him a light, cupped-palm cuff to his shoulder in a companionable gesture. "Y'll figure it out...'r I will." Smirk, shrug. And then the greenie starts getting rather personal, and Alida reacts with a certain bit of coolness, her expression going rather neutral, greens flat. It's like a return to the days of 'old' Alida. "Thought about it..." is lipped off briskly, the woman nodding woodenly, then returning to her note taking...even if she can barely write, as her brain's currently in a bit of a whirl. "I'm s-sorry, Lida," N'ky winces when he sees how wooden she's become. "But, um... y-you can't become all w-wooden if you're going to h-have other weyrlings ask you the s-same thing." He holds out his hand, palm up, for her to hold if she will. "They might ask h-harder questions than that. You... y-you can t-tell them that, um... I'll be there f-for you, if you want. I will, i-if you need me. F-Faranth, I mean..." He bites down hard on his lip, running fingers through his curls. "Wh-whatever you want. E-even if it's to be, um, l-locked in your weyr and to n-not come out at all wh-when that stuff h-happens. I'll b-bring you tea and b-biscuits after." "I'll figure it out m'self..." Alida again clips off in response to N'ky's first words, the woma becoming brusque even when she doesn't necessarily mean to. His offer of a palm is ignored, though the woman does finally look up...and slowly stand up, then putting her carbon stick away, dipping to lift her leather flask up, and screw the cap shut. Next come the papers she owns, the things rolled up briskly and tucked into a loop upon her belt. "Thanks fer the...offers. I gotta' get ta' bed a little early. We got shit ta' start plannin', an' I wanna' be at my best rest this month." N'ky understands, and isn't offended; he nodsand gets to his feet, smiling gently at Alida. "You're s-so strong, 'Lida," he comments softly. "I'm p-proud to be partnered with you for this month. Th-there's r-really no-one better." He looks along the curve of the weyr, around which sits the entrance to the couch, where Cailluneth is stretching and yawning before rubbing her muzzle against Ilicaeth's headknobs for a fond farewell. "C-can we meet before calisthenics? I'll h-have Cailluneth ask everyone to be on their n-normal schedule; calisthenics at 7am, breakfast after. I-is that ok for you?" A wriggle from Ilicaeth's tail and a flex of his coppery claws trail into a great sigh at having to move himself from his comfy spot next to Cailluneth, the green given another chin rub just behind her headknobs before the blue climbs to his feet, yawns broadly, and then shuffles out to the ledge to stretch for a few moments. As for his rider... She shrugs at her fellow weyrling's first words, then giving him a thumb's-up. "I think so... unless somethin' comes down. If it does, 'caeth'll get a hold uv' Cai, so no worries." Moving over to the pegs to stuff papers into her coat, then don it and her other gear, Alida finally pivots about, and notes to N'ky, "We're gonna do fine, Wingleader. Sleep well." A brisk, yet proper salute to the younger weyrling presages easy bootsteps that carry her out to Ilicaeth...who soon enough hurls himself and her from Cailluneth's ledge, and into the night sky. It's a *really* new day, tomorrow. The title and the salute makes N'ky giggle and blush; he's not at all used to it. "You too, Wingsecond. See you in the morning!" He walks out into the couch with Alida, leaving her to go to the ledge on her own while he goes to join Cailluneth, tucked in alongside her warm hide out of the way of the permanent breeze that wafts through his weyr. |
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