Logs:Invitation at Ista
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| RL Date: 31 July, 2013 |
| Who: Jaecar "Farsights", Alida, Ilicaeth |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: After Alida kisses K'zin back and beats up H'vier, Alida seeks a different kind of comfort, but she's still Alida, so it's not smooth sailing with the stubborn sailor, Jaecar. |
| Where: Ista Hold and Rest and Relaxation Weyr (Alida's), High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions, K'zin/Mentions, H'vier/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated, sexual themes. NPC by K'zin |
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| Ista Hold Lush tropical foliage and extensive coastlines comprise the main areas around Ista Hold, from the Lord Holder's prize citrus trees to the white, sandy beaches stretching to the south and east. Glittering shades of green and blue cradle the sands, with the ample docks jutting out to the south providing easy access to ships for both transportation and delivery of goods. The hold itself is rather large, built into a seaside cliff that overlooks marshlands, jungles, and water alike. The courtyard that leads to the entrance of the Hold is made from slabs of light grey limestone. A layer of gravel has been laid as a mortar for the large, irregular slabs. Moss and other trample-hardy plants grow between the slabs, spilling green onto the stark rock and creating a constant headache for gardeners trying to keep the green away from the Hold. Herb and flower gardens sit on raised beds and simple benches and tables litter the courtyard. Inside, the great hall is lined with tables made of a hardwood specific to the Istan jungles, the decor reminiscent somewhat of a ship with carvings and bright, tropical colors. The hold extends several floors up with rooms and offices for its inhabitants, while the lower level is occupied by the Ista Harper Hall.
Today, Jaecar wasn't expecting Alida til evening time, and he's in action directing the unloading of some cargo on the docks south of the Hold when the blue blinks in from between. His eyes are drawn by the points of some of the men. It could be any blue, right? But by now, this one is starting to look familiar, even from so far. Or maybe he just hopes it is. He hands off his clipboard to one of the crew beginning a minute to go check it out. He's razzed a moment by his compatriot, but in the end he does start jogging toward where the pair look to be landing. It is a blue, indeed, and his hide has that greyed-slaty appearance that could easily lead Jaecar to believe that it's Ilicaeth. And he'd be right. To give both Alida and the blue some decent space and some small privacy, he's landing in a clearing out beyond the docks, white sand stirred up in double eddies by his wingtips. The dragon's eyes swirl a medium-paced yellow instead of their typical blue or green as they look around to try and spot the sailor. No luck, given all the trees towering over even his vantage point. No matter; Alida's jogging as fast as possible through said sands, around the treeline towards the area where the pair first spotted the sailor. If they're lucky, they'll meet up somewhere in the middle. Meet up they do. In fact, they very nearly run into one another. Only Jaecar and Alida's quick hands combined have them grappling each other's arms and spinning instead of slamming straight on. A spin that ends up with Jaecar's back slamming into a tree-trunk, prompting a groan from the man. "Alida?" He asks, confused. "You're early. Everything alright?" That she doesn't go immediately into 'Guard-defensive' mode when they nearly collide might speak of Alida's basic trust in Jaecar...as well as her distraught state. After their spin-and-'oof,' the blonde - her hair free to blow in the tropical breezes, minus her jacket, as well - attaches herself like a tick to Jaecar. Her breaths are quick and shallow, and the ultra-cold of Between lingers just a hint upon her cheeks, their curved surfaces a soft pink. For some extended moments, she simply holds to him tightly, her face buried in his chest...no matter how smelly he might be. Finally, muted, "No." He's not too ripe; he makes a point of bathing when in port, and especially when seeing her, though it was unanticipated so soon this time. He smells like a man who's worked today, but nothing overpowering. Jaecar's arms keep her pulled tight to her chest, concern showing on his brow. Even before she answers, he's rubbing her back lightly and murmuring soft reassurances into her ear. The classics: hey, everything's ok; you're safe; nothing to worry about here, etc. "What happened?" He moves after she speaks, trying to crane his neck around so he can look down at her face. Though his words are soothing, in general, what he has to say with them aren't, and finally - after a huge breath taken to even herself back out some, again - Alida murmurs, "I...I kissed my friend." More breathing. "We weren't supposed ta' do that." She sounds angry, wound-up, frustrated...and perhaps even frightened. She's still clinging to him, too, but not quite as harshly. Her face is still mostly ducked into his chest, green eyes downcast. "She...I..." Swallow, shudder. "Hraedhyth went up." He can't help that he stiffens when she says it - that she kissed someone else. His Adam's apple bobs hard as he swallows down whatever initial reaction might've tried to make its way out of his mouth. His arms stiffen, too, of course, but they don't release her. Jaecar's expression might be infuriatingly difficult to read. He does, however, stop trying to look at her face. "Who's that?" is finally the question he asked. "And what does that mean?" 'Hraedhyth'? 'Went up'? The words are quiet, the tone one that's almost a touch numb. She has to keep it together not only for her own sake, but for Ilicaeth's and Jaecar's, and so Alida does. Drawing more from her blue's reservoir of calm, the blonde once more breathes in controlled, deep fashion for some moments, then starts speaking again. Her voice is somewhat more even, more controlled. She's still not looking up at him, though her cheek is now what rests upon his chest. "Hraedhyth is a queen. Dragon." Swallow. "She we...she rose." Easy does it. "Mating Flight." Shudder. "It...the flight...emotions...they effect everyone at the Weyr. Especially the 'riders of the males that choose to fly a gold." More deeps, slow breaths presage her low, "My friend...his bronze was gonna' chase Hrae." Long eyelashes flutter, perhaps unseen. "All 'riders uv' chasing male dragons...they get sucked up. Inta' their dragons' emotions." Shiver. "It's raw...primal." She wouldn't know, first hand, but she's seen it. "The less experienced the 'rider...the less control they have. Over themselves." "Effect everyone how, exactly?" Jaecar questions, brows knitting together. "Is-- that why you left? Or... did you come here to break up with me?" Not that they're really together in such a formal sense of the term. His voice is confused. How can one so new to Dragon Things understand flight lust? How can he begin to believe such a thing is possible? To his credit, disbelief doesn't show itself, just uncertainty and wariness. It's his last that she responds to first, Alida suddenly pulling back a little so she can better see Jaecar's face and manner, the blonde staring at him with slightly widening eyes before she blurts, "What? No!" He's part of her pleasure, her happiness, perhaps her sanity, at times. "Why would I..." Oh. Wait. Kissing another guy. Mmm... kissing. She's still affected by the leftovers of dragon lust, and at times, the woman's mind roams into...touchy areas. "We're just friends." Period. Never mind collaborators. And suddenly, she's not only sexually frustrated, but emotionally, as well, and it makes the distraught woman pull away, and start to pace the sands in frenetic fashion. Still, she finds mind enough to keep talking. "I fucking feel like a Weyrlingmaster!" Having to explain everything to newbs. There's some anger in her tone now, too. More frustration. Frustration meets with frustration as hers flares. She pulls away and he's stepping soon after, only he's not stepping toward the blonde as she makes her declaration of feeling like a weyrlingmaster. Apparently, Farsights knows what that is and snaps right back, "Well, if you want someone who sharding well already understand all this rider stuff, go snog your stupid bronzerider friend instead." And starts to stomp back the direction he came. "Fucking dammitall!" the woman growls back to Jaecar, her frustration rising like a tide that's so very hard to hold back. As he stomps off, she storms in his wake, now yelling every detail to him like a physical attacks. See those clenched fists? Still, she's trying to explain, and trying to maintain self-control, though it's fraying. "A... whenever a female dragon goes inta' heat, she broadcasts her emotions over 'er state. It effects dragons, even people, animals." Storm, growl. "It's not as bad when green dragon rises - wants ta mate - but a gold, a queen..." She's working herself up even more, and one fist opens, starts to rub absently against a hip. "When a queen wants ta mate...all uv us feel it ta some extent. Especially those humans that're the lifemates uv' the male dragons that chase after 'er." Is Ilicaeth one of them? She can't hold onto her 'explanation' frame of mind any longer, and the words suddenly flow like water from her mouth. "Waki was all flight-lusted out by Rasavyth, and it made 'im kiss me, and I caught somma' it too, an' I kissed 'im back, then I ran...to Ilicaeth. We holed up in my weyr the whole Flight, but I was so hungry..." So hungry in more ways than needing food. BLUSH. "I went down t'the cavern ta' get some food, and then 'e..." Swallow, eye-narrow. "Another bronzer grabbed my arm, tried ta drag me off with 'im... So I punched 'im...threw 'im, kicked 'im in the sto..." Swallow. Shiver. "Oh... how I wanted ta' keep beatin' 'im, Jaecar. Wanted ta pound 'im 'n pound 'im until 'is face was all messed up 'n 'e couldn' ever bother another woman again..." Maybe he's not listening as they go crashing through the jungle along the path toward the docks. But Farsights must hear. Eventually, enough of the stomping helps bleed off temper, and then she's saying those things about getting grabbed and fighting and he's whirling around, slate eyes looking very nearly wild as they look her up and down taking in signs of trauma. And he's advancing on her. His nostrils flare and he's glaring down at her. Except it's not her he's angry at in this moment, "Good. Should've done. I'd've if I'd been there." Now his hands are finding her face and they're gentle, fingertips stroking from chin and down her neck. "Sorry. Sorry you went through that. Sorry I wasn't there." Just sorry. The only signs of her fight that are noticable upon Alida's person is the leftover hint of mud and H'vier's blood on the backs of her hands, the woman having stopped for just a moment to swish her mitts around in a rain puddle in the Bowl. She's just standing there, now, jerking to a halt when Jaecar does, the blonde then unable to help but spazzing into a self-guarding position when he advances on her. She looks just as ready to throttle him as to hold him in that moment. And then his next words render her even more uncertain for a moment - Ilicaeth growling quite loudly in the clearing beyond them - his 'rider twitching once when the sailor's hands go out to her. By hesitating, she's (unhappily) giving him a free moment in which to tag her, if his intentions aren't decent...and her body can't help but react. And then, thank Faranth, it's fingertips and his apologies, and the bluie slowly starts to unlock from yellow alert...just nodding at first, then pulling back to drop her face into her own hands, and scrub at it repeatedly. Through her fingers, "No yer worry. I handled it." Shudder. More weakly, "It's... it's still inside me. Leftovers." Of the Flight. His hands drop away as she pulls back. Jaecar's eyes follow the motions of her hands. "So. Basically." He sums up his understanding. "Flights make you horny whether you want to be or not?" He's looking at her evenly. It's not meant to be funny, but he might be having trouble keeping an amused smile from spreading on his lips. "And you came here... not to break up with me... Not for me to come fight this wherrybrained bronzerider for your honor..." He reaches slowly then, fingertips seeking to tilt her chin up. "You know, we can do something about what you're feeling..." She peels away from him at his first words, Alida managing to nod briefly as she steps away to place some needed space between them. The blonde just cannot look at him right now...maybe not even to save her life. If she was less 'tough,' the bluie might clap hands over her ears and 'lalalala' herself into not having to hear him say the rest of that. But as it stands... 'lida just hunches her shoulders up protectively into her neck...and starts rubbing a palm against one hip again. Suddenly, another burst of words, very upset and quite frustrated in many ways: "I HATE asking fer help! I HATE feelin' this way!" Slate eyes are intense as they focus on her face. The burst of words doesn't have him thrown back to frustration, no, if anything they spur him to action. The distance she put between them is gone in mere paces. His lips have a very slight curl to them. Not exactly a smile, but a look of extremely restrained anticipation. "Li," He says his personal 'pet' name for the blonde on an exhale, "You don't have to ask. You don't even have to tell me you want me. I will gladly help. Did you bring a blanket?" Apparently, the degree of helping Jaecar thinks she means based on their past several meetings, though they've made progress, is not so much that she's wanting him to fly away with her. She's suddenly near half-frantic again, the state she arrived in, Alida's eyes widening in consternation and.. yes, honest fear. But it's still mixed with that damned itch, which refuses to go away. Damned sensitive riders and their damned hormones. The word 'blanket' from him almost sends her running off back towards Ilicaeth again... but the patient blue comes to his 'rider's rescue again with an unseen sending that dampens his lifemate's need to flee. AND to fight. Wouldn't do to exchange one for the other, given her revved-up state. His mental touch is firm, but not heavy, and instead of having her hold still and explode, the dragon... Bellows. It's a challenge and a venting at once, his unseen eyes going from yellow to orange as the dragon hurls himself into tropical waters. In a moment, he's swimming with brutally strong strokes of his limbs - his tail lashing and slapping as the water, as well - and soon enough heard to be closing with the two humans, though he's still very much in the water. As the blue drains some of his lifemate's inner tizzy, she becomes less balanced on the edge... Alida finally unlocking her legs and just flopping into a sit on the sand, then dropping her head into hands. Shuddering. The bellow of the unseen dragon has Jaecar confused. His eyes go toward where the sounds of tropical critters scattering from the edges of the clearing in the wake of Ilicaeth's flight come from and then in the next moments while he stares bewilderedly and uncertainly at Alida, she's flopping down onto the sandy silt of the jungle floor. He's going to a knee. "Li-- I'm sorry. Did I--? I'll go?" He asks, not at all sure what's just happened. Did he assume too much? Overstep? Immediately: "Don't go! Don't go!" is nearly barked by the 'rider, Alida grabbing a hold of Jaecar's ankle rather brutally hard as she stares a little muzzily into his face, the blonde's features a little panicked. Shivering, trying to calm herself down some while Ilicaeth continues swimming like a shark out there, the woman is finally able to lurch out, "Not your fault... Me." If Jaecar's concerned about his safety (and who wouldn't be, given Ilicaeth's venting), he might be at least somewhat reassured as she slowly releases his poor ankle, and starts absently petting at it. "Yer okay..." Surprise meets the ankle grab and the near-desperate words from the rider. He nods silently, Jaecar's eyes on her. He doesn't move until she starts petting his ankle, then he shifts, sitting down into a cross-legged fashion. And with a deep breath taken he reaches out to the bluerider, "Come here?" He asks, wanting to collect her into his lap. Yes...contact. With his settle to the jungle floor and that careful question, Alida's pushing up to her knees so suddenly that grit erupts about her, then crawling over into Jaecar's lap, where she rather ruthlessly moves around until she's settled comfortably enough, then wraps her tick-like arms around him...tucking her chin tightly against his shoulder. After so long, being so strong...it's beyond relieving to have your lifemate and another human just accept you as you are, busted and all. The ruthlessness of the settling does prompt a couple winces from Jaecar, but he bears it in silence, waiting until she's settled to wrap his arms around her. "I didn't mean to upset you, Li. I just-- you must know that I want you." He murmurs softly, a sigh showing his helplessness. "I just thought maybe you'd-- want-- but--" He shakes his head. "Sorry. Didn't mean to make you feel pressured or whatever." She can't help but hear him, so close to the sailor she is, and after a few moments, there's a couple of small nods, then a kiss placed to the side of his head while her head turns a little. "It's...me," is sighed out as she calms, while Ilicaeth continues to swim very briskly. "I... I do..." the blonde confesses, finally. "I'm just..." Sigh. "There's so much ta'...get past." And then something enters her mind, makes the woman groan softly. "When I ...when we... Waki 'n I kissed - though we didn' want to - I was..." Just say it, Alida! "...terrified that all that...emotion" dragon lust "...would take me over, like it did the other riders." "Would that be such a bad thing?" Jaecar wonders aloud. He hurriedly adds, "Not with this Waki fellow, obviously, but I mean-- it's part of rider life, right? And you're a rider. And being horny-- lusty-- whatever you want to call it, it's not a bad thing, always." He tilts his head reaching a hand to stroke her hair gently, "If you want me, why not let it take over now?" If such a thing is possible. "You know you're safe with me." It's been thoroughly established and repeatedly proven at this point with his several cases of blueballs. "What scares you about it, with me?" "It's... it...no control. Over yerself," Alida qualifies. "Almost all my life's been about self-control...even control uv' other people who're out uv control." And having a dragon, being around other dragons and riders... Headshake. "I wanna be... all here when it happens." Sigh. "Gotta be...lucid. 'R I might... hurt someone. If I feel bad." More headshaking finally lifts her noggin' from its perch upon Jaecar's shoulder, though greens can't quite look him in the eye. Her cheeks are somewhat pink. "It's not you. It's...the whole idea that guys 'r bastards who just wanna hurt women." Blurted: "I know that's not you; but after Turns uv hearin' nothin' but that... bein' conditioned ta' wariness 'n fightin'..." "Alida," Jaecar murmurs softly, still running his fingers down through her hair. He meets her eyes. "If you're in a safe place, it's okay to lose control. Healthy, even. It's good to sometimes get lost in how good you're feeling. Some things take control and presence of mind, it's true, but that comes. How can you know how to control yourself in that kind of situation until you know what it is to lose yourself?" He's not really trying to convince her, just sharing some of his personal insight to the act that she lacks experience with. "There are guys that are bastards who want to hurt women. You beat one of them into the ground tonight. But that's not me. You know you're always in control with us, when it comes to all that." And finally, Ilicaeth's bled off as much of his rider's inner tumult as he can - both his help and Jaecar's safe presence helping her along towards relaxation - the blue finally giving a huge sigh himself, and paddling in towards shore...his eyes quickly moving from orange to blue. "Maybe that's why I get kinda...crazy at times when I drink away from home." She's had a half handful of outright barfights already, after weyrlinghood. A slow, soft bump of her forehead into Jaecar's allows the woman to look deeply into his slatey blues, and get a little lost in them. One arm drops from around his torso during this time, and its hand starts absently toying with the hip on that side. As she continues to listen to him, something comes over the bluerider. It's not just leftover lust touching her, but a kind of certainty, clarity...and it inspires 'lida into lifting her head away from Farsights', and into murmuring softly, "I want to." More cheek pinkening occurs. "Tonight... before I lose my nerve." Hunch. "Before another gold goes up... Before Ilicaeth chooses..." To follow a female. He could question, 'are you sure?', but he's not that stupid. Jaecar only continues to meet her gaze with his own intent look. A slight nod to his chin and simple agreement, "Okay." Then, "Where?" Thank Faranth he doesn't further complicate matters with more unnecessary words. Still quietly, Alida murmurs, "I guess this is where ya' learn ta' fly 'n Between." She can't quite find a smile, but there's a hint of a shy one in green eyes. 'Fly'. She said the 'f' word. Jaecar gulps. He can't help it; it's an involuntary reaction of nerves. "Guess we both get to do something that scares us tonight." At least that much seems fair, and at least he's not protesting. "Let's go, before I lose my nerve." In other moments, he'd probably parrot her on purpose, trying to be funny; this time, he's nothing but totally serious and maybe not even aware that he's used her very same language. For once this early evening, she's able to slip into her usual mode of being: actively leading, and Alida does so with a certain relief, first crawling carefully off of her beau's lap, then climbing to her feet...and offering him a hand along the way. As the pair move upon the path back towards Ilicaeth, she suddenly stops, murmurs, "Yer crew. Are they still expectin' you?" He takes her hand. "Don't worry about them." Jaecar will almost certainly have to answer to someone, but it will likely be to the friend he gave the clipboard to who'll have to passably do the young man's duties. Worst case, he gets demoted back to topsman; life wouldn't be so different. "Let's go." He urges her onward. He's worried about the loss of nerve, obviously. And not, you know, just a little eager for what will be his reward if he can keep his courage up and brave the flight. For a moment, she seems to want to protest his audacity, but then it passes, and Alida smiles softly, and can't help but murmuring, "I... I wan'cha' with me all night." Blush. Hand in hand they walk until Ilicaeth is seen, the blue awaiting them on the beach, his eyes a happier blue, by now. When the two are within fifty feet of him, he chuffs softly at the humans, then moving his form so as to be able to turn up one forepaw in balanced fashion, cupping it slightly to become a means of conveyance to his neck...bare of riding rigging. She did come here quick. "I will be. We don't leave for another day. It'll be fine." Jaecar assures. "It's not like I could get back here without you anyway," He points out. "And they saw you fly in. Some," Those he'd call friends, "-know -- well, that you're sort of my girlfriend. Sort of." Hopefully that doesn't ruin everything right there, and he almost winces as he says it. Presuming too much maybe? He worries so. She sighs in relief at his word, though Alida looks aside at Jaecar when that 'girlfriend' leaves his lips. After a few moments, there's a hint of a secretive smile touching her mouth and eyes, followed by a quiet, "Mm...maybe." And then there's Ilicaeth, who's taking an inhale of Jaecar's person from about a foot away from him - big blue nose, meet little sailor dude - then making a head gesture quite reminiscent of a human's to, 'Get up here.' Chinjerk. "Okay, watch how I do this, an' you do the same." When the blue gets his head lifted and balanced again, Alida climbs onto his upturned 'hand', moves to her knees, then balances herself with hands as the dragon slowly, carefully elevates his rider up to his neck, where it joins shoulder. Alida carefully climbs to her feet as the blue holds them steady, and soon she's scrabbling to his neck, between his last, rough-looking neck ridges. Jaecar might've made answer to the first words, but he's distracted. Ilicaeth's right there. But at least the sailor has started to get close to him. "You have wherry breath," He points out, moving a hand to push it through his locks in an exaggeratedly foppish manner, as if the smell were likely to cling. Then it's time to focus. He watches Alida and then looks up at the place she's climbed to. "Don't you have a saddle for him?" He's seen it; it's been there in previous trips, he swears. What's this bare-back business? It doesn't stop him from oh-so-carefully mimicking every one of her actions, though he looks flushed and is breathing a little shallowly by the time that he joins her. A combination of adrenaline and fear. Along his way up, "He says, "You smell like fear. And you need a bath." Nothing like straightforward translation from the next best thing to the dragon's mouth. There's a hint of a smile for her blue's predilictions, and then Alida's directing Jaecar to sit in front of her, Ilicaeth's more frontal pair of last neckridges perhaps a little close for manly tastes. "I was... in a hurry. Didn' even think uv' 'em." Chin-tuck. Once everyone's assured that Farsights is truly well settled, then the blue puts his foot down, so-to-speak, his rider then wrapping her arms firmly around Jaecar. Next to his ear, "Hold on to the 'ridge in front of you, and tighten up yer legs strongly... like ya would on a runner's back." "Going to take me for a bath then?" Jaecar inquires. "I was going to bathe before you came, but -" Obviously, they came early. He asks as he situates himself and yes, that's a might bit close when he, for once, thinks he's got use for those body parts today. "I've never ridden a runner." He states, "Though, I did ride Tarfoot Bob once." A crewmate he's probably mentioned. Immediately: "Don't ask. Anyway. I'll squeeze my legs. And you make sure I don't fall off." His fingers find their death grip on Ilicaeth's ridge. Apparently as ready as he'll ever be. "Yeah... bath first. Weyr has communal ones. Decent," she answers him, then nuzzling against Jaecar's head a little before settling back. "Oh really?" is noted back in a slightly teasing tone of voice for 'riding' this Bob, the blonde then nodding once to him, and tightening her arms even more, so this he might feel just a tad uncomfortable in her grasp. But secure. "Okay. He'll spread 'is wings, get into launch position, then hurl us all upwards with a big downstroke. Y'll get pitched back inta me, me inta his 'ridge, but that's normal. Watch out fer' yer neck. Just keep a firm grip with legs 'n hands." And when Jaecar seems ready, the blue does just as Alida said, tossing them skyward with his usual powerful bound, the quickly beating at the air with his long, broad 'sails. In the light, their yellowed-bronze 'eye' markings are very noticeable in all that blue. She's warned him; he's as prepared as he's going to get, but he still looks (and thankfully she can't see his face) like he might just die of fright as the blue takes off. The bluerider's voice is raised to tell him about what to expect between as he keeps so tense a grip that if Ilicaeth were a runner instead of a dragon, he'd be hurtin'. The trip between is swift. So swift it's surprising. Then there's landing in the bowl and the bathes to be seen to. Jaecar is wide-eyed and largely silent through the whole thing. He makes a quick but thorough scrub in the bathes, and then soon enough it's back to the bowl to face getting on the dragon again. He does, wordless, still clinging for dear life when they finally alight on Alida's ledge. As before, he follows her lead in dismounting, and has to take a moment to get his feet under him. He has sea-legs, not air-legs. At least he doesn't look like he'll be sick. Along their way through these 'trials,' Alida notes softly to him, "Yer doin' great. A lot uv people scream, panic. Some wet themselves Between." She's not laughing at all, the woman quite serious about that void, and about transporting other, non-Weyrfolk on Ilicaeth. "And ya' did it sans harness 'n straps." Bold for a first-timer. Now on their ledge, with Ilicaeth having settled both back down to stone again, "Are you okay?" "The flying is scarier than the betweening," is Jaecar's tacit answer to that, though he's no less serious. "My heart's in my throat, but I think that's its proper position tonight." In essence, he's fine. Or as fine as he's going to get. His slate eyes slide across the ledge. "So this is where you live?" A hole in the rock wall. Weird. He looks dubious. "Okay..." the woman murmurs, then noting to Jaecar, "Most people find it the other way around. I know I did." First Alida gives Ilicaeth a sound and lengthy squeeze of his muzzle, the blue's eyes turning teal as he croons his pleasure. And then the blonde's taking up the sailor's hand, and leading him past outer, then inner thick hangings, then beyond Ilicaeth's couch and the narrowing that leads to her own part of the quarters. Along the way, "What'd ya' live in as a child? Landlubbers use stone ta' protect against Thread." Rest and Relaxation Weyr, High Reaches Weyr Further inside, smooth walls are heavily washed in a very light shade of cream, with a well-wrought mural upon one of them that depicts a warm beach with black sands, a few tropical plants, and crystal blue oceanic waters. The opposite wall contains older, but well-kept wall hangings that depict various pictoral scenes from the Igen desert, including ocher sands and a catherdral arch. There are various pieces of furniture stained a light color that are organized about the room: a sturdy table and pair of chairs set against a side wall; a workbench set just opposite at another wall; and what looks like a partially-failed attempt at a rocking chair, the too squat, too wide piece of furniture riddled with ugly little knotholes filled with wood putty. The rocking chair also shows signs of ill-treatment, various furrows and gouges marking the arms and legs. A well-worn, slightly threadbare cushion of faded red wine is settled upon the seat of the 'chair, and a well-tended guitar case sits propped within reach of it. A massive, smokey-grey couch sits several feet opposite the wide, well-stocked, scrupulously cleaned hearth. Tucked into the 'corner' to one side of the hearth is a punching bag hanging from the ceiling higher above. A very comfortable-looking, full-sized bed is tucked into a decently-sized sleeping alcove at the very back - a large, lockable press settled at its base - and is covered by a heavy quilt of sage green with golden-yellow stitching drawn up over heavy cotton sheets of buff coloration. The pillows upon the bed have covers of the same soft buff, and at the end of the bed are folded a pair of dove-grey blankets - one very thick and woolen, the other thinner, cottony - that can be used in various weather. Upon stony floors lie various large rugs woven in shades of dark green, rich brown, and a throw rug of deep blue, making walking upon the stone less chilling and harsh. All in all, the space is light and airy when lit up by various glow sconces upon the walls, soft rather than harsh-edged...quite unlike its owner.
She almost tells him...but then common sense makes a reappearence, and Alida keeps her mouth shut, though Ilicaeth mutters some snark inside her head. The blue is getting busy moving into his couch, though it's only partially, since he's keeping his head and neck out so that nobody could make it by him without alerting the blue. Nobody's going to ruin this for his rider... except his rider. "I think 'riders live in stone mountains 'cause they're the only things big enough ta hold dragons and a whole buttload uv' people at once." A small duck of head for the 'finery' of her weyr trails into a low, "You oughtta' see the really good weyrs. Mine's just a weyrling one. Bottom uv the barrel." At this point, the woman releases Farsights' hand...and moves towards her hearth, which is soon re-lit, and blazing to keep warmth inside. Upon her hearth are various pretty stones and pieces of interesting-shaped driftwood, the blonde picking up one of the former, and rolling it around in her hands. Though he is interested in the weyr, he's far more interested in what's in the weyr, specifically, the woman. Not even the presence of her guitar leads him to distraction. Jaecar watches as she rebuilds the fire. Once she's stalling though, with that thing in her hand, he reaches a hand to the back of his neck briefly before letting it drop to his side. He waits a moment longer before murmuring softly. "Have I ever told you that you're beautiful?" It's not a line. It's obvious he means it, watching her there. The nugget of agate in her hands stops its relentless motion as her hands do such, Alida feeling Jaecar's eyes upon her as she lingers by the fire. And then he goes and says that, and the woman...only blushes. Any other time she's been complimented by a male, the blonde's either ignored such, rolled her eyes, or had some smart-ass or testy remark. But now...even with her hair scattered all around her from their dragon ride, she is such, and for once, not in a feral and deadly way. After some moments spent listening to Ilicaeth's occasional shift out beyond them... "Yer...really handsome." "I'm alright." He answers immediately, with a smile, one of his warm humorous ones. He offers out his hand to her. "Want to take me to your bed since I'm good looking?" Jaecar's voice holds humor, and then he glances, "I suppose there's always the couch, too..." The fond smile speaks of him remembering their first meeting, and that couch. "Yer more than alright..." Alida murmurs, her own smile weak, a little embarrassed when Jaecar offers his next words, though the bluie does take his hand. To her large couch just a few feet from where he's standing she directs them both, Alida settling in tandem with sailor...then leaning in slowly to sample his lips for a long moment, her hands sliding up over the tops of his thighs to support herself. Her kiss is not urgent, but it is quite warm and animated, her breath found to be somewhat 'stew-y,' given her former meal before hurrying to him. It must have been long enough since Jaecar's last meal that no distinct flavor comes through. That's probably good though; nothing conflicting with the hearty taste that comes with Alida's kiss. The man is careful going into this, settling easily and letting her make the first move. The kiss is returned with confined energy just waiting for the right moment for them both to completely let loose. If that's even possible for the blonde. Only time will tell. His hand twitches, wanting to move to her to start initiating, but that's not how this game is played, he's learned. She needs to take the steps on her own, he's just there to be patient and supportive... and enjoy whatever she can give. "Li-" He breaks the kiss, and in between smaller kisses asks, "Are you afraid of my dick?" Good timing, right? « Better yet, Is he afraid uv' mine? » Wakka Wakka (Ilicaeth to Alida) Uhh... yeah. Good timing. What a way to interrupt her when she's warming herself up. Alida rears back from Jaecar just as Ilicaeth offers a heavy sigh out there in his couch, the woman looking a bit outraged, but more embarrassed...and suddenly, a hint amused. "Fuckin' Faranth's fangs..!" is blurted out at first, before Ilicaeth's sending hits her mind...and then the blonde's looking away from Jaecar and leaning over her own lap, shoving a fist's knuckles into her yap to bite back the giggles. Her face is a bright pink, but she's letting humor guide her through what would likely be a very awkward situation. "So that's a yes." Jaecar concludes, apparently unconcerned by the blurt and the fit of giggles she's trying to staunch. "You know it's okay for you to laugh around me." He points out even as he leans back against the couch, arms stretching out along the top. It makes him very open and very vulnerable. It's a trusting pose of relaxation. After mowing through her spate of humor, Alida feels just free enough inside to sigh out, "I'm... concerned about...more me. I...I don't like pain. I get...I can get ugly when I'm in pain." More blushing is occurring, though the woman's greens flick to him from their corners as she sits up again. "Then you shouldn't have any trouble touching me. You know just because you touch me doesn't mean you have to let me touch you." Although, that's sort of where he's hoping tonight will go. Jaecar then gets a little more serious and reaches a hand to run knuckles along her blushing cheek. "We're going to go real slow and I'm going to be really gentle. And I'll stop if you say stop. The first time, I hear, can be uncomfortable for gi--women." He catches himself. Good lad. "But then it gets a whole lot better the second and third and-- however many times you want to go before we get too tired to see straight. My first time was awkward as hell." He adds in. Maybe it will help. Oh. Touching him. Down there. Alida squirms a little, then murmurs, "That's just...me. My... I'm a holder." Brought up inhibited. And then his knuckles touch her cheek, and the woman can't help but leaning into them, wanting Jaecar's touch, her own hands rising to take up that sailor's mitt and spread it open so she can kiss along his fingers, back of hand, then flipped-over palm. While he talks, she kisses, and it allows the guard to keep her blushing face from him while listening to his words...'lida giving a small nod, and then sighing upon his skin. "I want you like I've never wanted anyone before..." It's an admission, though still touched with hesitation, the woman then suddenly placing his palm upon her upper chest, and forcing herself to look him in the eyes. "Bed now... before I..." Chicken out. Stiffly, she starts rising from the comfortable couch, holding her palm against his upon her sternum. "You're a holder, so... you want me to handfast you first?" Jaecar plays it off like he's genuinely confused, but soon enough smiling at the blonde. It's a tease, only. Then more seriously, "This-- you-- the way I feel about you-- all of it; it's not like anything I've ever experienced." Hopefully she takes that the right way, the way that says the feeling is mutual. He meets her gaze evenly, and simply nods to her words. Then he'll walk his way over to the bed. He was invited after all. Wincing slightly, shaking her head quickly, Alida clips off a quick, "Fuck no. After the freedom uv the Weyr... Well, 'riders can't handfast, anyway. Weyrmate, sure. But..." Again, headshake. How serious she can be. The rest of his words though...then both please her and concern her a little, by turns. As they hold hands - his dropped from her sternum to their sides now - the blonde inquires a little guardedly, "How?" Do you feel about me. Standing beside the bed, she might catch a look of slight panic on Jaecar's face. This question might only have one right answer. Does he have it? His cheeks flare immediately red. That much he can't hide. His fingers tighten on Alida's hand, lest she try to move away in the wake of his involuntary reactions. "I--" He starts and then has to stop to swallow. "I hope I have the right answer to this question," He voices outloud, looking the picture of one put on the spot. "I care about you. A lot. I think you're the most interesting woman I've ever met, and the only one I'm interested in doing anything like this with," In the general present anyway. "I-- can't say that I'm in love with you and be telling you true. I can say I'm in like with you. Very much. And I'm looking forward to continuing to be 'in like' with you and feel like, given time," Since their time together has been limited, "That might become 'in love'." The most important thing, he hopes, that comes through here is that he's being honest with her. Alida looks... utterly relieved when Jaecar says he's in fervid 'like' with her, the woman managing her first true little smile since she's seen him today. "I'm in... well, deep like with you too, I think." Sigh. "No mere easy task fer anyone in regards ta me, I'll have ya know." She of the 'takes Turns to form solid friendships.' "Didn' mean ta put ya' on the spot." A kiss is delivered to his bicep through clothing. "I...don' even wanna think about... love, right now. Maybe not fer the next number of Turns. There's too much new ta' me... too much uv life ta be lived... 'specially now that I'm Weyrfolk." Chin-duck. Don't blush, woman. "Thanks fer bein' up front with me. I guess, even if it hurts some, that's the best way with me, in the end." And soon enough, she's sitting down on her bed, and using both hands to draw him to her side, as well. "Good!" Jaecar probably sounds too relieved when she says that she doesn't want to think about love right now, and changes his answer to a more sedate, "I mean, okay. So let's not talk about it." Moving along, please! He's all too glad to be drawn down onto the bed. Hopefully now there will be more pleasant things! There's always room for more hesitation and nervousness at this critical juncture, and Alida doesn't 'disappoint' anyone in regards to that, the blonde at times stopping and restarting her attentions upon Jaecar with a fitfulness that might resemble the hiccups. Their clothing's only partially off after many tens of minutes spent macking, caressing, squeezing, but for once, she's not pushing him away, or saying 'stop' or 'no' when he becomes a little more forward. At some points, the blonde even seems to want him to take the initiative when she runs out of courage, low sounds and shifts of her half-clothed body and limbs offered to put the sailor exactly where she wants him. But always, when she feels even the slightest bit out of control, her will returns for reapplication to keep Farsights to the steady and true course that will hopefully see them home safely, this night. |
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