Logs:Surprise at Alida's
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| RL Date: 13 November, 2013 |
| Who: Alida, Telavi |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Telavi drops by Alida's place to take her out. Alida distracts her... with music! |
| Where: Rest and Relaxation Weyr, High Reaches Weyr (Alida) |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| OOC Notes: Alida linked some music and dancing (though she says hers hasn't the flourishes of the first one, and unlike the second one, is guitar-based). |
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| Given her natural disinclination to actively seek the company of most other humans, it's not odd at all to find Alida in her own weyr when she's not attending to business. What might come as a small shock to enough folk, however, is the soft hint of music trickling just outside of the thick, doubled hangings leading into her innermost sanctum. Ilicaeth is currently curled loosely in his couch, only the last fifth of his long tail sticking out into the chill weather that encompasses his ledge. Oddly...said tail tips attached to the 'limb' are not just twitching as they usually might be, but doing so in time to those faint guitar passages eminating from within. Newly-landed Solith follows that tail, a swing of her paw attempting to catch its tip, though it's not as though her talons are flexed. Her rider's just laughing as she hops off, whispering, "Shh!" as though they couldn't possibly have been audible before now; she's clad in her long calf-length coat that's split in back as well as front for riding, light trous just visible beneath. If there's room, why, she'll patter on in, no need to call first; if Ilicaeth feels the need to warn his rider, that's one thing-- quite possibly an expected thing-- but she doesn't have to give it all away. Awk! Hey! That blue tail gives a jerky-lurch as the Ilicaeth at the other end of it reacts to having his 'precious' suddenly mugged by the dragon he'd just heard landing outside. « Fuckit! » Rings out in Solith's mind in tenor 'squeak' that's far from the blue's usual baritone, but he gets over his consternation quickly, trying to slap the green playfully with his limb wherever he can. Not like he can see her, right now. His rider's so involved in her apparently artful improv session that she's not heard the green's light clicking of talons to stone, nor much of her own dragon's sudden huff of breath. There's room for Tela to cautiously step into the curving tunnel beyond the first hanging, where Ilicaeth's partially tucked - half in and half out of his couch - his rear facing her until she moves past him. As she passes his couch-proper, greenish-blue whirling eyes focus upon her from within, and the slatey-toned dragon offers the woman the faintest hint of a thrum in welcome. Then it's past the inner hanging, and now the music's truly louder, definitely guitar without accompaniment... and very, very good indeed for an amateur. Deeper within her sanctum, Alida's slightly-hunched form is visible - backlit before her small hearth fire - seated upon a chair, her face tight in concentration though eyes are closed...fingers flying over the frets like demons as she picks out a complex passage. Slapping impacts, and it means more and more-delighted pouncing, along with an equally delighted, « Boo! » Telavi rolls her eyes, but fondly, as she eases inside: faster to escape the dragons at play, slower so as to try and avoid disrupting what she can hear. That thrum does get a quick over-the-shoulder glance as though to check whether it existed at all, then a smile; then she's past and sees-- hears-- waits through the playing, greeny-blue eyes wide in surprised delight of her own. So far as she's concerned, Alida might as well have a sign on her: do not disturb. Not even, apparently, for the joy of surprising her. At least... unless it drags on and on. And on. « Have at ya! » Ilicaeth rumbles in playful baritone to Solith, his tail moving from slapping into being used more as a pointed or edged weapon as it seeks to dart in, slash at her. Never it the contact brutal or truly painful, of course...but the blue doesn't play gently, either. He's in a great mood, apparently generated by the state of his lifemate further within... Alida in a controlled, musical tizzy of flying fingers, bobbing head, and lightly-sweating brow. Depending upon whether Tela gets tired of listening sooner, rather than later, the paler blonde seated within is likely treated to some errant sound or motion bringing her braided head up and around towards the exit of her weyr, green eyes opening slowly. Immediately, the motion and music cease, and - after a small duck of chin in towards her chest and a faintly irritated look - the bluie murmurs a dry, "Tela." Let the dragons play, so far as Telavi's concerned, Solith happy to roughouse despite her slight frame; let Alida play in a different way, musical as she is, uninterrupted until she stops on her own, later. From Tela there's outright applause, followed by "Alida. I had no idea. Wherever did you learn that?" She paces bright-eyed towards the bluerider, head cocked, darker-blonde hair in a thick plait that falls over one shoulder. Tell her more. The dragons can play and share a good time, while inside, Alida ducks her head a little - the guard looking somewhat fazed by Telavi's applause - then mutters, "That was the general idea." That nobody knew. For a moment she remains silent, then settling back up to an erect sit - guitar arranged loosely on her lap - finally noting to her 'guest,' "My music's personal." Shrug. "What's up?" is then inquired with casual interest, even as Pyrite stretches her wings, the flit then crooning softly from her perch on the rocking chair's back out beyond them. Telavi promptly dimples at her. "Keeping your glowbasket shuttered, aren't you." She goes to perch atop the arm of the couch, not the rocking chair, crossing her legs at the knee in a way that would let her sandal's heel hang if only she were wearing sandals instead of her light boots. After sharing her smile momentarily with Pyrite, "I'm visiting," that's what's up. "Though, I'm still curious where you learned it. It's very nice. But then, you do like to dedicate yourself to things." "Yep..." the paler blonde notes to the greenrider, then falling silent again for some moments. After Alida composes her inner self, she notes politely enough, "Want anything? I got some wine, jerky..." And that's about it, this time. At this point in time, the bluie seems reticent to part herself from her guitar, though she does finally answer Tela with a quiet, "Some from my mother, some from the occasional lesson, some from Pars' old Harper teacher...most from myself." Shrug. As for her dedication to tasks...well, it finally brings a small, only slightly secretive smile to the woman's mouth. Her mother. Tela gives this proper respect, lips pressed softly together, hands linked in her lap. Until a few moments later, anyway, when she gets back to Alida's earlier question. "Want to go out?" Indeed, those light trous show glitz at their hems beneath the not-yet-doffed coat. There's a sparkly pin in her hair, too, if no brighter than her eyes; perhaps she's drunk a bit already. She looks a little divided about the offer to go out, Alida first looking down at her precious guitar - stroking its wooden surface with a touch akin to a lover's - then glancing beyond Tela, out towards where Ilicaeth's ledge lies. For long moments, silence reigns again as the bluerider's gaze slips back to take note of the greenie's state of dress, her bearing...'lida then noting quietly, "Can ya sing?" Pause, blink. "Better yet, can ya dance decently?" "I can," Telavi says into the pause, matching the bluerider's quietness; she's seen the way Alida's touch has lingered across the wood, and she hadn't been the one to break the silence. "I can do that too. Of course," there's that hint of dimple, "you didn't ask me if I can sing decently." Not that she seems to have any shortage of confidence. "Never seen ya do either..." Alida notes with quiet factualness after Tela informs her of such, a sudden, growing smile lifting the corners of the bluie's mouth some. "I'll be the judge uv' that, however..." is riposted in spritely fashion, the woman quickly enough lifting her instrument again, and taking up what might be recognized as a rather gypsy strumming upon said guitar. Her boot provides the percussion, while Tela should properly... "Dance, dimples." Smirk. "Not at Gathers?" Telavi asks, arch as her brows: can she possibly have missed each other there? And she stays put, her coat about her shouders still. "I like to dance with a partner, you know." Her reappeared smile wavers, deepens, holds. "Gathers don' count..." Alida clips off around her playing, still smirk-smiling. "People c'n dance different in private..." People can do a *lot* of things different in private...and so says the knowing look in the bluie's eyes. As for partners... "I can't play 'n dance at the same time." Eyeroll. "So... humor me...an' we'll go out a little later." Equitable offer. "People can do a lot of things different in private," Telavi picks up all on her own, teasing. "I suppose I can humor you," she says with a sigh. "Not that I can't go out with someone else perfectly well," or pick up someone else, but that wouldn't be the same, now would it. She sits up some, unbuttons the coat to let it slink off her shoulders, and slips to her feet in a quick, light motion. "What kind of dancing would you like?" Is that a hint of internal fire in Alida's eyes when telavi teases her back, then slips off her coat? The bluerider's gaze certainly lingers more than usual, then finally shifting down to her strumming fingers so that she can recollect herself. "You could..." the playing woman notes quietly, bobbing her head just a little...and then suddenly displaying a hint of Jo's cockiness with, "But they'd never be *me*." Her smirk holds a touch of mixed self-depriciation and confidence, though it's banished quickly enough so the guard can reply, "Match the music..." "No, they wouldn't," Telavi says easily, rewarding the quip with a show of dimples, yet failing to confirm that this way it's an improvement. She can be self-deprecating in her own way, adding with a wrinkle of her nose, "You realize I'm wearing pants." Unlike the full skirts beloved of this sort of dancing at Gathers. Still, her narrow feet can keep the beat, and she starts out with short steps that are close to stamps, giving the music time to work up. A quirk up of one side of Alida's mouth is the only way she'll respond to Tela's own riposte, though the bluie murmurs a quick, "I'll make do..." over the strumming sounds of her guitar. As the greenrider gets into it, Alida does as well, her strums becoming more vigorous, her stamps of booted foot thumping earnestly onto stone. At times her fingering shifts into complex, fast picking, but always there's passion to be found in her playing, the tempo building, building in pace to urge the dancer to greater heights of expression. There's expressiveness, all right, from Tela's stamping to the tilt of her head and the curve of her arm that rises even higher-- starting out relatively simply, then becoming staged well into melodrama, and later losing even that into just plain fun that commits to the dance if nothing else at all. It's only at the end, when the song's stopped and the dance is done that Tela gives the bluerider a wide, unselfconscious smile-- and she winds up in no hurry to leave, for all that they do complete their deal.
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