Logs:Confoundingly Cordial
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| RL Date: 1 November, 2013 |
| Who: K'zin, Telavi |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: K'zin and Telavi run across each other in a tunnel during the hatching feast. Things are confusing. But not bad? |
| Where: A tunnel, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, Oisa/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated! |
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| The thing about living in a mountain is that there are tunnels everywhere, and probably at least six different routes with varying degrees of directness to any given place. In the living cavern, the hatching feast is in full swing to celebrate the fifteen new pairings. This tunnel in one way or another can take a person from the bowl to the living cavern (perhaps by way of elsewhere) to avoid some of the crowds flocking in and out as various visiting parties make their goodbyes or arrive fashionably late. Known more to locals, this tunnel has seen enough footsteps tonight, but for the moment is fairly vacant. K'zin leans unobtrusively against the wall in his slate blue doublet and dress pants. An outfit which might be all too familiar to a certain greenrider. Said greenrider is-- having delivered certain of the weyrlings to the loving and/or critical bosoms of their family, or at least to the last party they're likely to see for some time-- all but slinking backwards from the caverns proper. Earlier, during the hatching, her weyrlinghood-familiar cap had tipped askew in the hurry to separate a hatchling from his unImpressed sibling before ducking out again with the new-made pair; Telavi's readjusted it since, and tidied her collar, but her cheeks and the tip of her nose are still pink from the heat-and-then-cold-and-then-warmth and noise and excitement and noise. It's so much quieter here, so much more room to breathe; she has to keep an eye on the caverns' end, that's all, never mind that dragons can bespeak. She's not kicking any walls. He blends into one. When she takes a deep, relieved breath and turns the other way 'round, it's to walk that much more swiftly past. His hand moves first, seeking to wrap round Telavi's wrist as K'zin's body peels away from the wall. "Tela," it's soft, said as much to get her attention as to probably keep her from screaming (if that's possible), what with being grabbed in the relative dimness that occurs between glow sconces. Wholly startled, her stride breaks as she at once swings around and takes a longer step, only-- only, only. On the heels of that audible intake of breath, Tela's looking up at him with recognition that doesn't lessen her surprise; "What?" What's changed? Or-- the tunnels, so familiar-- what hasn't? And that's even before she takes in the rest of him. His touch -- also once so familiar -- slips away from her wrist at the single word. K'zin's shadowed expression might be briefly abashed. It's wiped away though by a smile that presses his lips together. It's not the broad smiles of days long gone by, but it's something other than a frown or a scowl or an annoyed line. Then an awkward pause. Did he reach without thinking? "I hoped I'd run into you." It's said clumsily as he shoves his hands into his pockets, maybe waiting for her to respond, maybe trying to come up with the next thing to say. Is he drunk? He doesn't smell like alcohol; not at all. What? Telavi used to have more words, not wide eyes and-- she rubs her wrist with her other hand and then just holds it, surely not a conscious gesture; she doesn't look down. It takes her a moment, but her lips can't not curve in response. It's a small thing, soon vanished with the slight tilt rather than lift of her chin. She's got a different knot on her shoulder, now, though barely days older than the hatchlings themselves; she's an assistant weyrlingmaster now, calm and cool and col-- oh, but she's not, he surprised her. A beat later, "...Oh?" If she can't quite manage the rest, at least she can aim for conversational. "Yeah." He's sort of staring at her. K'zin's really not good enough to cover the traces of longing that Tela might wonder if she imagined later. There's another awkward moment. Or maybe this one is less awkward and more filled with all of the things that they're not saying to one another. Then, snapping himself out of it, "Yeah. I wanted to say congratulations." His gesture to her knot is clumsy, "You're going to do awesome with it." He rocks on his heels a little, hands still safely tucked away in his pockets. "Oh. Thank you," and Telavi finds herself looking at her shoulder, only to catch herself and half-laugh because, really. And there's more she doesn't say right there, references and regrets, things he'd know and things he wouldn't, but instead, "I'd have liked for there to be more training, but you know, with Boreal. Oisa," and that heels-rocking, that finally broadens her attention and her hold tightens on her very own wrist as she double-checks, before her gaze goes up to find his again. The words that come out of her mouth are, "...wasn't sure about lending me," which is to say, very near to immaterial. "Well, you know how they can be." K'zin goes for light, he even tries for a little half smile. Who are they? They, Boreal? They, weyrlingmasters? They, weyrlings? The possibilities are practically endless. He rocks again on his heels, though his eyes don't leave Telavi's face. "Heading back to the feast?" He asks after a moment. Something else very near to immaterial, likely. "Of course," whoever they are. Telavi knows. Or something. There's the rocking again and that's excuse enough for her gaze to flicker down again, not a proper roam but only just far enough and long enough to confirm. The glowlight may be dim, and to a third-party observer she might well sound like that, but there's a hint of something bright there too. "Yes-- well, I'll have to collect them, in a bit." She's resting by now on the balls of her feet, the slightest of forward leans. "Did you... go to the party afterward, when it was us? I don't remember-- I don't remember much at all about that night." "Yeah. Ras insisted. Even made me bathe and change first." K'zin answers readily enough, because that's something from memory that he doesn't really have to think about. "Ended up sort of-- being Azaylia's escort for some of the evening. Seemed like she needed a someone to lean on after Aishani made her announcement and all. Pretty weird way for us to all start our lives as riders if you ask me. I hope this one is less eventful." But then the last one was. He rocks again. "Will you get to get any dancing in tonight? Or is Quin keeping you running?" Slight, too, is the shift of her brows, expression clearing in moments to another of those barely-there smiles, this one not so bare. Telavi says, "I should wish I hadn't missed that. It's the story, after all. What revelation could top it? Except... it's not just a story." It has people, some of those people needing support, others able to give it, still others needing something else entirely. An end to secrets, perhaps. "And I...." She glances over her shoulder, but it's quick; if her hair were unbound, the way it had gotten to get to be again, it would swing. Rueful, gaze raised after the moment's tighter press of her lips, "Unlikely. When I go back, it'll be to work. I, we, can't trust them not to get lost, going... back." Even if they're mostly from here. "I," but Tela doesn't say it. "You'll enjoy the music?" K'zin takes Telavi's glance as an indication; misreading the gesture. "I don't want to keep you," He says hurriedly, "If you've duties." He glances in the direction of the cavern. "I might get to enjoy the music later. But I'm actually on duty tonight, as well. Escorting some of the Nabolese when they're ready to depart. Some've gone already, but some stayed on." At some point, he'll need to see them safely home, but Rasavyth is keeping his eyes open in the bowl for those that are their particular charges. "There'll be other hatching feasts though, to enjoy music at." He adds after a moment, tone a touch rueful, like her gaze had been. "Oh, you're not!" Telavi's a little too quick to clarify, herself. "I mean, I don't yet, when they need me, they'll call," never mind that the best-behaved assistant would probably stay fully accessible so nobody needs to call her. Her hand lifts partway, pauses, then rises higher to adjust her cap, pert and warm but not exactly the same as being pretty. "I'm sure they appreciate it. It's good of you to do that, give up your time, when you could be-- enjoying yourself." "Oh," In the dim light it's hard to tell, but K'zin might be blushing. "Yeah, well," He reaches and runs a hand through his hair, pleasantly disheveling it, "I've been helping out with things in Nabol a lot, so it's-- I just felt like it'd be better," The next word jumps on top of the last, substituting itself for the meaning he meant, "-nicer for them, if they knew their ride. Some people don't do dragons well." Not because she doesn't know, but because it's something pleasant to say. He rocks again on his heels, but at least the one hand that came free to mess with his hair stays out of the pocket. Progress, maybe. He gets to mess with his hair while hers is still tethered by its cap. Not fair. Not that Tela's gaze lingers there, or anything, no. She glances quickly back down, back to those brown eyes, what with him talking about important things and her looking at him like she's listening to those important things because they're important. Things. "Have you?" Not that she's wondered! Why he hasn't been around. At all. "That does sound," slight slight slight pause, "nicer. For them. Were they here to see family Stand? Or... are some of our," more long-term, "visitors going back? Already?" She actually sounds disappointed. "Yeah. Well, there and --" K'zin ducks his head, not finishing the sentence. Whatever he might have told her goes untold. "Ras says a couple more are looking to go back. I've got to--" He can't seem to find the right way to say it. He shifts a pace toward the bowl, but still facing her, "It was nice to--" Shift onto his heels, his other hand coming out and his hand finds his hair again, tugging this time before pushes through. "Anyway. Good luck with the weyrlings tonight, Tela." And then with a half-smile that might also be a half-apology, K'zin is moving swiftly toward the bowl and his supposed awaiting charges. Of course Rasavyth does. If Tela can't help but look a touch downcast, well, she'd sounded disappointed about the Nabolese before; if she leans that fraction back onto her heels, why, that's part and parcel of leavetaking. She bobs her head, once, for that niceness, or maybe it's that anyway. "Good luck," she calls after K'zin, and if she watches his back a little too long-- at least she's not even visually tossing daggers into it. His dragon, now... but he's not here anymore either. And soon, thanks to weyrlings, neither will Telavi be. |
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