Logs:History Lesson
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| RL Date: 12 April, 2013 |
| Who: Barnabas, N'ky |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Bones finds N'ky studying history, and shares a little of his own. |
| Where: Nighthearth |
| 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: D'kan/Mentions |
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| Nighthearth, High Reaches Weyr With its entrance located between the kitchen and the living cavern, this tiny bubble cavern is cozy, always kept warm and is filled with comfortable chairs and a small round table. At the far end, there's a hearth, outlined in ruddy, aging bricks, where a pot of stew simmers in the evening hours. Generally quiet, the nighthearth is the haunt of insomniacs and those seeking quiet from the bustle of daily Weyr life.
Even without much sound to it, Bones' entrance is one that seems to demand attention without meaning to. Dirty leather boots step with an extra bit drag to them, exhaustion giving him a slower pace as he enters the nighthearth with closed eyes and mouth opened wide in a yawn. One hand rubs at the back of his neck while the other lifts up his shirt to give a few scratches to his fuzzy stomach, and when those two tasks are done he finally opens his eyes, catching himself just about to bump into N'ky. "Oh, hey. Sorry man I wasn't lookin' where- Oh hey, it's Nicky!" His smile is tired, paired with an extra bit of dark sag under his eyes. So engrossed in his studying, the green weyrling doesn't even notice that there's a Bones on a collision course with him until it's almost too late. But by then it's all been corrected, and he smiles shyly at the gardener, straightening up to his full, non-leaning height. "And i-it's a Bones," he says with playful coyness, raising his klah mug to the man. That's when N'ky notices how exhausted he looks, and his expression sinks into one of gentle concern. "You, um... s-sit." With delicacy brought on by hesitancy, N'ky places his hand on Bones' upper arm to try and steer him to a chair. "I'll get you klah?" Giving a brief glance to his touched arm, Bones takes well to the pampering, clutching the seat and setting himself heavily down into it. "Don't mind if I do." Another big yawn follows, and by the time he comes out of it, N'ky's offering him beverages on top of seats. "Hey, can you rub my feet while we're at it?" The usual grin widens a bit at N'ky. "Hehe. Relax, man. You ain't nobody's slave. I'll fetch my own damn klah when I'm good and ready." "Oh, I don't mind - I was g-going to refill my own, anyway. But, um, no feet-rubbing." N'ky wrinkles his nose and shakes his head, smirking. But, despite his own klah mug needing refilling, he doesn't go to get any yet, choosing instead to perch on the arm of the chair next to Bones'. "H-how are you, sir? How're the, um... p-plants?" Fingers flex then curl more closely around his mug, settling it down on his thighs - which are leather-clad! He's wearing his first rider's leathers. Bones' slides down in his chair a bit, relaxing with fingers interlaced and both hands resting on his lap. "It's summer now. Means plenty of sun through the windows. Hopin' to turn that little glass box into my own private jungle. Till somebody in charge comes in and spouts some kinda regulation tellin' me I'm... I'unno, wastin' water. Whatever." What starts out as a regular blink has him closing his eyes for a few seconds longer than intended, but they half-open to regard N'ky. "How's Callie? Y'must be at least keepin' her alive, judgin' by your fancy new pants there." N'ky bites down on his lip, trying to suppress his growing smile. "She's perfect, as ever," he coos, clearly still every bit as gushy about his lifemate. "Um... she's t-taller than me now. She's, um, almost as tall as me at the shoulder, b-but when she lifts her head up..." His hand comes up way over his. "She's s-sleeping now, though, and, um, I-I wanted to come in here to read." A nod is given to the book, abandoned on the table. "I'd like to c-come see your jungle, s-sir, if I may? Wh-when it's all in full bloom and, um, s-spectacular." "Seems like every time we meet up..." he says with a short pause to kick his legs out under the table, even more of a recline put into his posture. "... that you're askin' permission for something. Always gotta check with me that stuff's okay." Judging by his smile, he doesn't find it an annoyance. "I'm worried if I hang 'round you too much, my ego's gonna get too big to handle, hehe." His eyes close in another long blink again before he starts up. "Y'can stop by the greenhouse anytime Nicky. I don't think I even got authority to keep people I don't like out, so it's no problem eh?" N'ky's brown-eyed gaze drops down to the klah mug in his lap, his cheeks dark with a blush. "I, um... I-I wanted to make sure you're o-ok with me c-coming by." He peeks up through curls that are just long enough to brush lower than his eyebrows. "Now that I know, I'll c-come by sometime when, um... when will you be there?" The coltish teenager stands up to go to the klah pot, pouring one for himself and fixing a mug for Bones, too - he even remembers how the man likes it. It's held out to him when N'ky gets back to the chairs, a sheepish little smile on his face as his hold lingers on the mug a little longer than necessary. As weyrling drifts off to fetch klah, Bones is left to sigh at what he knows is incoming, a gift that he said he'd get on his own. It's accepted with rolling eyes, but a smile. "Probably like two or three hours actually. I was just fixin' to take a quick nap right here in the hearth. S'usually empty 'round now. Wasn't plannin' to find you reading your uhh..." It's in that moment of holding his klah that he uses his free hand to scratch the side of his nose, and come to a realization. "What are you readin', by the by?" The book is looked at - frowned at, to be more precise. N'ky doesn't seem at all enamoured with the subject, which is - "H-history." The weyrling shrugs, settling back on the arm of the next chair over and leaning towards Bones with his elbows on his knees. "Um... I'm b-bad at it. I have to t-take remedial c-classes... and in maths, and geography, and everything else." He huffs in frustration, shoulders sinking. "Why did you come h-here for a nap, sir? Why not, um... the w-weather's so nice, I'd n-nap outside." "Good thing the plants don't give a damn how smart I am. Otherwise I'd have to bury my nose in books all night too." Now, the smell of klah is finally too enticing to ignore, and Bones moves to take his first sip. Too warm to take as much as he wants, but still refreshing. "Mmm. Other than the few I had to stumble through just to learn the basics of gardenin'. Oh, and I like to nap in the hearth because it's... I'unno, cozy. Too cold for at night. Actually, still kinda too cold for me in the day to be honest, ha!" "Really? But it's so hot outside." N'ky seems shocked that anyone could possibly think otherwise. "I d-don't like the b-books part of weyrlinghood so much. The r-rest is good, though... Cailluneth's gliding, now. And sh-she's a very good hunter." Cue pride puffing up his chest. "Did you h-have to learn about gardening? I always th-thought, um, that you'd... well, a-always done it." "Always done it?" Bones' eyes open their widest since he stumbled into the nightheart, his exhaustion giving way to surprise. "Have you ever uhh... actually asked anybody 'bout me? Do you know where I came from before I hit High Reaches?" He takes a slightly deeper drink of his klah, tongue briefly snaking out afterwords to lap up the bit that ended up in his mustache. "I ain't a gardener by trade." N'ky's shoulders shrug. "I've h-heard some things, but, um..." He shakes his head. "I d-don't like to pry, sir. Um... I f-figure if someone wants to tell me their s-story, they will?" His cheeks flush darkly, and he bites down hard on his lip. "I know you were i-in the mines, but th-that's about it, sir." Awkward shifting on the arm of the chair follows, as N'ky tries to get more comfortable. He chews worriedly at his lip, then knots his fingers in his curls - a tell-tale sign of his discomfort. "Sh-should I have asked?" "Some things eh?" The smirk is subtle as he moves to take his third drink of klah, and opens up quick after it's downed. "Ten years." Another pause taken, this time to set the mug down on the table and push himself a little more firmly up in his seat. "In the mines I mean. Some guy in a bar. Threw a few too many fists into him and he didn't wake up." He makes it sound almost accidental. "Anyway, that capped the end of my sailing career. Started with fish, then worked my way up on a bigger boat. Merchant work." "O-oh. Oh dear." N'ky's gaze drops to his klah when he hears the reason for his company having been sent to the mines, and he continues looking down until the sailing career comes up. "Oh, you were a s-sailor? O-other than D'kan, I've, um, n-never met anyone who's w-worked with boats... and D'kan was a d-dockhand, so not a sailor." He leans forward, keen to hear more. "S-so you've seen all of Pern? I-I've never really, um, seen the ocean. I grew up in the 'Reaches mountains." N'ky takes the whole murdering thing rather well, and so Bones relaxes back into his chair with a comforted smile. "Well I grew up on Nerat, which is about as far away from here as you can get. Then I did all my fishin work in Keroon bay and Nerat bay. And then after that, when we were tradin' goods, we'd run a route from there all the way over to that bigass Ista Island. And then they put me in the mines back on the mainland, so..." He does the cartography as best he can in his head, and then gives a single nod. "Yeah, I've seen most of Pern after all! Ha!" He hadn't considered his worldly nature until just that very moment. N'ky cants his head to one side after sipping from his klah. He certainly does look relaxed, considering the news just spilled; but perhaps he already knew that particular fact. "Um, B-Bones? Sir? W-would you, um, c-come with me to the ocean? When Cailluneth c-can take us, I mean... I'd, um... I-I'd like to see it. I-if you'd like to come with us, of c-course." The blush on his cheeks spreads just a little further as he looks hopefully at the gardener, a shy smile tweaking up one corner of his mouth hopefully. "I'd p-pack us a picnic too, sir, i-if you'd come." There's a small sigh from Bones at the invitation, but he's quick to clarify it's cause. "I really don't much care for flying." A truth he mutters with a far off look that has him giving a little swallow. He only springs back to life to reach out for his klah. "But... when Callie's ready? I'll suffer through a bit of dragonriding for a nice afternoon on the beach. But only because it's you, eh?" The wink he fires is playful, but the yawn that fires up right after is definitely sudden and involuntary. "Awww man. Yeah, klah or not I think I'm 'bout ready to pass out here kid." He pushes himself up out of his chair, leaving the drink tableside. "Won't interrupt your studyin' if I find a nice spot to lay my head, will it?" "M-maybe you know a, um, q-quiet island. Or s-something. Um... s-somewhere, um... q-quiet." N'ky can't quite bring himself to say alone, but that's what he's flusteredly trying to get at. The wink doesn't help things either; but when Bones says it's time to nap, the weyrling nods and stands up. "O-oh, no, sir, n-not at all - I'm, um, g-going to take my book and go s-study in my, um, c-couch... I've been gone from Cai for a long time. She m-might wake up sometime soon." He gets to his feet, hovering awkwardly as if he's not sure what the most suitable goodbye would be. The "S-sleep well then, sir?" that he settles for is followed by a wince, as if he would've rather picked something else, but then he shrugs and picks up his book from the table, tucking it to his chest in readiness to leave. "I'll look forward to t-taking you, sir." "You look forward to taking me, huh?" Bones can't let that double entendre slip, even as he says it standing up and facing away from N'ky, letting him asborb the implication without convict eyes scanning the reaction. He's at least somewhat merciful. "Hehe. G'night Nicky. Take good care of that dragon of yours." With that, Bones lumbers over towards a corner near the hearth itself, and tucks an arm up underneath his head, drifting off to sleep almost immediately. That suggestion makes N'ky flush crimson dark - and if he didn't think it rude to run away, he'd've disappeared quick as a flash. "N-night, sir, I will," he stammers in return, before turning tail and disappearing. |
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Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Sun, 14 Apr 2013 01:09:02 GMT.
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Awwww. This was just a nice scene. N'ky gets to learn a little bit more about Bones, and I like hearing our salty ol' gardener talk about his past. c: I do hope they both get to go to the beach someday~
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