Logs:Where They Talk About Everyone Else
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| RL Date: 27 September, 2013 |
| Who: Aishani, N'rov |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: N'rov wants information and more drawerspace. Shani has some, but only if he doesn't cause issues. |
| Where: Aishani and Iesaryth's Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: Jo/Mentions, Vienne/Mentions, H'vier/Mentions, I'zech/Mentions, Jyani/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, H'kon/Mentions, Madilla/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, K'zin/Mentions, Z'ian/Mentions, N'muir/Mentions |
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| Aishani and Iesaryth's Weyr This hollowed out bubble cavern is large enough to fit at least three large dragons, the immensity dwarfing the spartan furnishings and decor - there's an awful lot of open space. A small portion of the room contains a personal bath, enclosed by a carefully carved out strip of rock wall. Faint tendrils of stream waft from the corner, permeating the immediate area with a merging of warmth and cooler temperatures. In the outermost room, a large stone table is centered in the entranceway, five chairs of wicked wood surrounding it, nearby an old elevator-pulley trap door to the kitchens. The further corner forms the ledge entrance; nearer the baths is a grouping of stands and ceiling hooks that hold a collection of lush, green plants and hanging brightly coloured glass beads. Just next to the greenery is a large glassed-in bookshelf built into the well, filled with books, dishes and glassware, an impressive variety of liquor, and very few keepsakes. In front of the shelves and near the small, neat hearth sit two large, cozy-looking leather armchairs with a low table between them. Behind a curtain made of more coloured glass beads is a smaller, blue-wash walled room, mostly filled by the big bed made up in shades of blue to match, and lots of pillows. Hanging on the wall over it is a large, beautifully made quilt, its deep blue oceanic tones broken only by the gold of sunbeams in rounded patterns, circling sunbursts in azure shades. At the foot of the bed is a ornately carved chest that matches the sweet redwood wardrobe that stands along the far wall. A short tunnel from this room leads into another that is a little larger, containing an ornate desk and set of shelves that are both almost too neatly organized to be believed - a cozy, private study nonetheless. With Aishani as generally secretive as she tends to be, even just out of habit, it's likely not a huge shock to find that, even after a certain amount of time spent together, there's a certain amount of things that she's tended to keep even from N'rov, and that there's good reasons that she doesn't like people in her space. There's the training that she refuses from any one else but has a heavy bag and targets hidden away in the cavernous weyr, so empty for more or less that purpose. There's the fact that she hides things all over the place, in a way that she seems to know is weird and maybe something that's a little left of totally sane, but she doesn't try to avoid him seeing it too much. Though with all of this and more and her paranoia besides, perhaps it's not just Iesaryth's laziness that keeps the gold to her ledge. This evening there's the rain and the mud as reason besides; it's kept Shani near the fire in sock feet, boots abandoned long ago, now damp. "So," N'rov says as he tromps in from the ledge with the latest sack of stuff. "Are you going to give up another drawer, or am I going to have to set this in the corner? It won't look nearly as tidy, I must warn. Or, no: I can find my own places to put them." A meaningful note denotes one of the more clever, but discovered, stashes. Shani has to look to see how wet N'rov might be while he's tromping around; her feet are unprotected after all. Nose wrinkling as she eyes the sack after, "I don't know. I don't know if I have anything else to get rid of." Despite a marked decline in her wardrobe last winter, its still managed to re-multiply. That last might bring a flush to her cheeks as she looks back to the fire. "You'll take all the good ones," she mutters. "I could stuff my clothes in that punching bag of yours," the (not particularly wet, or at least not wet behind the ears) bronzerider offers. "Worst that would happen is they'd get a little wrinkly." It's all said with a straight face, until he reaches that smirk at the very end. "Aren't you worried that I'll steal anything you leave here anyway?" There may or may not have been more of his shirts there than he might like already. "If you tell me where you'll hide everything, I'll definitely find it." It take a moment before Shani's dark gaze comes up again to catch that smirk; with a faint curve of her lips, "I'll see what I can do. Living out of that doesn't seem right." "No," N'rov says with utmost confidence. "Besides, I think you'd find it even if I don't tell you where I find everything." He heads toward her sleeping room, bag in tow, and shortly thereafter are repeated sounds of wardrobe doors opening and closing... as though he might be invading the sanctum of her boots, or maybe even worse. Yeah, it's not going to take Aishani long to follow, because it's not that she doesn't trust him or anything, it's just that it's her things, worse her clothes, yes, her boots... So she trails in soon enough, but she has a reason for lingering behind at least, in a bottle in hand. No glasses, why bother? "Maybe I'd try to give you some privacy, even if you're hiding things in the good places." When she comes in, he's stationed himself by her wardrobe, all right, but his sack is still at his feet and nothing within that wardrobe's been touched. N'rov's grin only widens. "Made you look," he says, and crosses for a drink from that bottle and a go at her mouth, flexible about the order. "Don't worry, they're safe. I didn't even stuff my socks in your shoes." She'd look exasperated, but there's enough relief despite the total irrationality of her fears -- and Shani's charmed enough besides that she gives up both the bottle and her kisses easily, lazy about both. There's no rush. "Mmmm. That actually helps them keep shape, you know, so feel free. I just like mine where they are." All lined up neatly, yes. "It's not that I thought you were doing anything..." But supervision was clearly required. "Will they start smelling like girl feet, though?" N'rov questions quite as though he's actually worried. He gives her an amused look afterward, though, and lets her supervise him through another drink before offering the bottle back. "Now that you have me here, woman, I need something important." He pauses dramatically. "Information. Tell me about your people." "What do 'girl feet' smell like? Different? Better? Worse?" Once she's taken the bottle back, Aishani will arch a brow for that dramatic pause, and take advantage of it to climb onto the bed, sit cross-legged. After a drink, amused, "What haven't you heard? You know I don't like very many of them, and I think I've told you about the ones that do. Though..." A purse of her lips, annoyed, and she just shakes her head, glossy curls bouncing. Handing back the bottle, "What do you want to know?" N'rov shakes his head to the bottle, being too busy walking back to sit on the bed... and reach towards her bent legs like he's going to steal her foot. "Who gave you that look, for starters," he says. "And if Jo's your left hand, who's your right? That harper, the one who rides for the weyrleader, or that one assistant headwoman, I forget her name?" Speaking of names, "You get to name three people I'll go out of my way not to piss off." She'll let her foot be stolen, even if she's going to give him an innocent look over the bottle as she takes another drink before setting it on the bedside table. "What look?" Aishani wiggles her toes in his hand in an attempt at distraction, then leans back on her elbows, thoughtful. "Vienne, possibly, yes. I like her. She has a different perspective usually, and I appreciate that. I'd rather hear alternatives, if reasonable." Arching fine brows again, "I get to, do I? Are you going to go around trying to piss everyone else off? Mission might already be accomplished, my friend." Now that N'rov's taken possession, he's in no hurry to let that foot go, though he only gives her foot in its sock a token sniff before starting to rub it, and her little toes, too. "Well, you know," he says. "Some things are inescapable and some things, well, aren't. And that would be the 'Though...' look," complete with a prim set to his mouth that doesn't suit his otherwise rakish looks. Shani has a pleased sound low in her throat for the foot rub, lashes lowered. Though that doesn't stop her from sounding skeptical. "I don't know, I'd think there's things you can avoid if you make the effort... and some people in this room do the opposite of that on occasion." At least she said occasionally? When he looks at her that way, she has to laugh, gaze turning to the ceiling as she shakes her head. "Men are children. That's all. I don't want you to go looking for people to piss off as opposed to happening on them. As you do." "'Some people,'" N'rov quotes her, gray eyes more than happy to look his girl over, meaningfully. "Fine, fine, I won't look for some. 'Happening on' will have to suffice. No, but give me names. Who's the one you knifed, again?" She's only told him his name four or five names. "Maybe I should write it down this time. What else is there about him, or your other bronzeriders? Forearmed is forewarned, as they say," though something about his tone suggests he really does know that it's the other way around. If he's looking her over, Shani will shift to loose a hand, beckon with a finger -- and with toes at the same time. Regardless of what he might be implying. "Your life is so difficult. And H'vier." There's a grimace when she gives over the name this time, before she falls back into the pillows. "He doesn't like me very much, but that hasn't stopped him from providing some interesting conversation. I'zech was slightly better the other day, but he got in my space on purpose and was... gross. They all seem to like to fight, though." That last is self-evident, she seems to think. That twofold beckon gets her a grin, if one that's followed by a curl of his fingers that might hint at a tickle. Still, her toes are too conveniently located to do damage if that's her aim, so N'rov lets her be. "What flavor of interesting? And how would I recognize 'I'zech'? Maybe they can fight each other. The rest of us can make bets and drink, since I suppose bows wouldn't be sporting." Wryly, "Threatening and suggestive. Sometimes at the same time." Fun! Aishani's dismissive; "It's not like he hasn't been stabbed before. It's not that he's got an issue with. And I'zech's the one who looks like he doesn't know how to dress or bathe." Perhaps harsh, but that's sort of her style. It's less her style to grin while complaining, but tickling, however faint, might do that. "I doubt they would, but one can hope. I just can't go around stabbing people all the time because they say disgusting things." She sounds as if she's convincing herself of this, and still isn't sure. "Clever." Not, N'rov's deadpan tone implies. "Right. So I can go around asking men if they're I'zech and they'll all be offended. I like the sound of that. At least, I would if I were trying to offend people which, naturally, I am not. And... why can't you, exactly?" He probably shouldn't be egging her on, but then, he has her foot, which he proceeds to rub some more. "Name me one bronzerider who doesn't say disgusting things to you," and if he's started to sound like Jyani now, that's got to be on purpose. With a heavy, put-upon sigh, "Tattoos." Now her life is difficult, apparently. Aishani twists a curl around one finger idly, not seeming inclined to kick at him, at least. "I can't do that because I think people might take offense and start stabbing back. And Azaylia might take issue. Don't try to antagonize her, I suppose that's a name for you." Begrudgingly, "If you mean here, most of them don't. I wouldn't be surprised if more of them did, though. They didn't bother with me much before." Wistful. "Tattoos keep you from knifing him? What are they, armor?" N'rov teases. "Fine, fine, no antagonizing Azaylia. I will be kind and brotherly in a way that's far kinder than my brothers ever were." Toes are for playing with, so he does. "Speaking of which, has she come up with any issue yet? She always seemed like she might start popping them out and then go on to work the fields. Maybe with a glass of water first, if it's been a particularly hot day," said with an appreciative note, if one that's also somewhat removed. "No, I meant as an identifier, so you didn't go around asking people... which you shouldn't do in the first place, anyway." Aishani pushes a pillow under her head so she can sit up enough to eye him in a properly stern sense, given the talk of antagonizing. With a little eyeroll, "Don't irritate her. If you're too nice, she might be suspicious. Or... well. Not." It's not always the other goldrider's way. "Mm, none unless she's done as you say and gone on to hide them from us. I can't see it, really. The hiding. The rest..." N'rov smirks at her. "Nice, but not too nice. No, I don't see her hiding them either. In fact," but now that Aishani's got a pillow and a stern face, he'll stop right there. Instead, "Where is he tattooed? On his forehead? Any others with showy tattoos, come to that? Maybe I should get some. Would it even work if you-meaning-me did them on your scalp, I wonder, would your hair still grow all right when you'd had enough of them." Curious now, brows lifted, "In fact... ? Do you think I'd hide children? There's no spaces I have that are big enough, but for the wardrobe. I doubt that's good for them." Aishani has another little crinkle of her nose as she considers the question, shrugging. "Not on his forehead, but everywhere else, it seems like. And no, please don't. Feel free to ask around, but I don't think I'd like that." Never mind if he'd like it or not -- she's made it clear a good part of her appreciation is purely aesthetic. "Only if it were for their own good," N'rov says at least a little more seriously. "Long-term. Or, possibly, if they were being really loud... or is that just me?" He stops rubbing her feet long enough to take off his boots so he can pull his own feet up and get to work again more easily. "I think you just don't want me to cut my hair so short that you can't pull on it anymore," instead of almost too short. "Seen anything of H'kon lately? I almost feel like we're good buddies. I have a strange forgiveness for him of late." With certainty, "It's not just you." That's not a surprise either, though: "Isn't that what the nursery is for? All these people with their need to keep children around when it's unnecessary." Shani watches him take off his boots, speaking of her appreciation, though the foot rub is enough to keep her where she is - for now. Lashes lowering again, "I don't pull on it. Most of the time. I like to play with it. You like my hair, I doubt you'd like it if I shaved my head." As for H'kon, she snorts. The forgiveness isn't mutual. "I try to avoid him, for the most part. He's involved with the Healer, did I mention that? So he's maybe less... whatever he is." "Not saying you wouldn't look good bald," N'rov points out by way of agreeing. "Not to mention, it would itch, you'd hate it. Involved with the... Healer, though, you say. The Masterhealer? Or someone here I'll have to worry about poisoning me?" Not that he seems particularly worried, not with that grin he gives her for what she does with her lashes. "Would I? Look good? I don't know. I like my hair." No, really? "It took so long to grow back out, too. I don't doubt the itching though." Shani has a slow smile for that grin, one of her feet pointing, loosing itself to poke at his chest. "The Weyrhealer, so maybe someone you have to worry about poisoning you. But she doesn't seem to be much of a poisoner. She could have gotten me out of the way and she hasn't. Yet." "You do look better this way," N'rov will give her that, but he's not disavowing his earlier statement. "Well, and why would she get you out of the way. You're so decorative. It must make her day brighter just looking at you." His grin broadens and he makes a show of looking at her all over again. "Especially if you don't poke her... Anyone else you want to tell me about? Has K'del found someone else to bother?" "Which way? With the hair, or lying here like this?" Shani arches a brow, amused because honestly, though she's in amongst the pillows, she's not making any particular effort to look sexy. "And doesn't it make everyone's day better? I'd think so, but there doesn't seem to be as much agreement as I'd like. Stunning only goes so far with some people." She sighs tragically, before; "Why would I poke her when I can save it all for you?" With another of those soft, terribly ladylike snorts, "I try not to pay attention to him either, but there's likely someone. I could tell you about all the people I think are idiots, but you've put so much effort into that foot rub." Why get all irritated after that? "With the hair, though now that you mention it," N'rov surveys her with renewed appreciation, just to underscore that she doesn't have to try. "The rest of the people just have to be enlightened, that's all. Or possibly you could take 'stunning' more literally... Probably it would take less time to list the people who aren't idiots. I'm sure there are one or two." He glances around as though they might be in hiding, or possibly with an eye towards repositioning more of his gear. Poking a few more times with her pointed big toe, if lazily, Aishani has a grin for how he's looking her over, and though she doesn't beckon him with finger or toes again, there's something of that in dark eyes. "Probably, it would, yes. It's unfortunate, idiocy. It overcomes people who are often mostly reasonable too often." But eventually, finally serious, "Jo's been wanting to meet you for some time, I think. Vienne, as I said. Madilla, the healer -- she could be dangerous, but she's not, and she can find something decent in H'kon besides. I don't always think much of K'zin, but Jo seems to, and Iesaryth likes Rasavyth, they plot, so." Just how long and pointed is that big toe's nail? Regardless, N'rov survives enough to stop looking around and start looking at her again, possibly by dint of capturing said toe. "I'll have to have a drink with Jo," he says, "if she'll have a drink with me. The other ones, too. Vienne was short, wasn't she?" Something Aishani is not. "K'zin, I don't remember if you've said anything about him before. Rasavyth, that sounds a little more familiar. Would you like it if I stayed out of the Weyrleader's way?" Not so much that it's about to draw blood. Apparently, she saves that for the weapons. "I think she will. And Vienne is still short, that hasn't changed, though I doubt she'd thank you for pointing it out." Not that Shani sounds like she assumes N'rov will, but best to cover all bases. "I probably haven't said much about either of them. Rasavyth chased, but it's not as if it's a time to pay attention to much." A pause. "I would have said it was worth talking to him once, Z'ian. That's up to you. I haven't spoken to him since... I quit, really." "Hardly anyone would," N'rov says cheerfully of Vienne's not thanking him, then sets in to listening without even a 'This little piggie went to market' as he wiggles her toes in turn. "We'll see how it goes, then," he says in the end, his focus on her Weyr's Weyrleader. "If he seeks me out, I'll talk to him, I'm all right with that. No doubt N'muir would want to inspect someone in those boots. But if not, you know, no skin off my nose. Anyone else?" If not, the tug he gives her ankle suggests he hasn't forgotten about that beckoning, even if he's more likely to drag her to him than the other way around. "That makes sense to me. And no one that can't wait, I think." Especially if he's tugging at her ankle, though Shani has a heavy sigh and a pout for N'rov before she can be prevailed upon to move. But when she does, it's only to slide her way down the bed and into his lap, wrapping arms around him as she promises quietly, "I'll find room for your things tomorrow." Because right now, it's late, and if the way she's kissing him is any indication, she has other plans. |
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