Logs:In Order
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| RL Date: 28 April, 2013 |
| Who: K'zin, Rasavyth, Azaylia |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: While their dragons feed, K'zin and Azaylia catch up. There's talk of priorities, things being done in order and family. |
| Where: Feeding Grounds, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions, Barnabas/Mentions, Hana/Mentions, Madilla/Mentions, Mave/Mentions |
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| Feeding Grounds, High Reaches Weyr Wedged between the lake and the rest of the vast bowl are the dusty feeding grounds. Here, the well-trampled ground is contained by a sturdy wooden fence, cutting right through one end of the lake to section it off into a muddy watering hole for the animals. Several gates allow people in and out, while at the back, large overhangs of rock provide the herd -- a mixed bag of herdbeasts, wing-clipped wherries, and fat porcines -- shelter from storms or the hot sun. What grass survives is usually bloodstained, but feeding troughs are stationed around the edges of the pen. It's not that Rasavyth is still so abysmal a hunter that he has to hunt more than once in a day, he's come a long way. But after over a month of trying twice a day (or more) and ending up always a little hungry, it's become something of a habit that is occasionally indulged by K'zin, to come back later in the day for a second helping. It's not long after weyrling lessons have ended and K'zin has gotten in his extra exercise for the day, as evidenced by his slightly sweaty shirt. He's dressed in loose fitting trousers and sleeveless shirt, so between the sweat and that, it's easy to guess that he's just finished while Rasavyth is muzzle-deep in a herdbeast. K'zin leans his forearms on the fence, gazing at the bronze, a small sort of tender smile on his face. To K'zin, Rasavyth has been giddy all day. Giddy. For once, it's not because of his own secret reasons, it's for a very obvious reason indeed: today is the anniversary of his K'zin's birth! That, to him, is a reason for celebration. K'zin's mood has been contrary to his dragons, muted, and quiet. He, personally, sees no need for celebration or for the day to be anything out of the ordinary. But Rasavyth has been singing his delight in the form of bawdy upbeat songs K'zin doesn't even know all of (or doesn't know he knows), and generally forcing K'zin to recognize how very glad Rasavyth is that K'zin conquered the challenge of birth 18 turns ago, today. THUMP. Hraedhyth drops from the air for one of her heavy landings behind K'zin, enough distance that he's in no danger. The rest of her journey is on foot, leaping over the fence and stalking towards the frenzied beasts. There's a flicker of warm approval for Rasavyth, otherwise too focused on her own primal need to feed. Experienced and merciful, the queen is not terribly interesting during her hunt, dragging a felled herdbeast further away from the terrified huddle before starting on her meal. It takes Azaylia about as much time to reach the pens, freshly scrubbed with hair left loose to dry properly. Summer breeze occasionally lifts locks that reach mid-back, skirt of her dress mirroring the dance around her knees. "He's improved a lot." Is her greeting, offered with a bright smile as she takes a spot next to K'zin. Hraedhyth get a merry warble of greeting from the bronze, and a sensation of satiation, now he's just indulging a little. Nothing so as to cause K'zin problems later, but just a sense that he's just reached fullness and there's only a little left of the beast anyway. The mood of his mind, which is oozing about is characteristically friendly and warm, but uncharacteristically bursting with cheer. It's over the top, and hence, oozing to any receptive minds nearby. K'zin turns at Hraedhyth's arrival and then turns back as she hops the fence, one side of his lips pulling up in an amused half-smile. That expression is still in place when he turns to find Azaylia approaching. "He has." He confirms and there's pride in the words. "You look especially nice today," He offers as he takes in the way the breeze toys with her hair and grabs at the bottom of her skirt, turning back to face the feeding grounds once she's beside him. "Paperwork keeping you busy?" He queries easily. "Thank you." Managing to not sound surprised, what's left is purely pleasant. Azaylia's lips curling even more, "And you look..." Sweaty. "Rugged." It's a compliment just the same, the weyrwoman taking a firm grip of the wood and hauling herself up. "Really, though. Weyrlinghood suits you." As smithing did-- it does a body good. Shoulders hunch for comfort, hands holding opposite arms steady as her attention is juggled between K'zin and their lifemates. "As always. It's not so bad that I need a break just yet. And you?" Hraedhyth is receptive, even more so once she begins to fill her belly. Herdbeast's head is severed from its body, where she feasts. Dark smoke curls curiously at Rasavyth's cheer, not that it keeps her from being caught up in it. Food in their bellies, sun in the sky, do they need a reason to celebrate? K'zin laughs at Azaylia's choice of words. "Just figured I'd wait to bathe 'til after Ras ate. He'll need a scrub of his nose, at least." Judging from the way his nose is buried in bloody beast, that's easily a good assumption. His smile stays a smile, though there's a deep amusement playing across his face, "Weyrlinghood suits me? I think riderhood will suit me better. But I guess I can't get to riderhood without getting through the rest of this." Now he grins. The paperwork is given a nod, "Glad to hear it. Hana's keeping you fed, I hear?" Hraedhyth is obviously good at attending to her hunger (at least this time), but the rumor goes Azaylia isn't so much. "We've--" He hesitates, "-had a bit of a rough patch," as she might have picked up on from the bits Hraedhyth overheard at the lake, "I'm optimistic though. Focusing on work. Keeping busy. I hear we're getting Weyrs soon. Any recommendations as to what I should look for in a place of my own? I've never had one before." A place of his own. Rasavyth's joyfulness is over-the-top, but he plays it off as though it's just a great day to be alive. After all, the sun is shining, and there's good eats had. He reaches for the gold's dark smoke and lets tendrils of his own, lighter, greyer, more oozy and truly him-like playfully wiggles through the curls and crannies that appear in her own. "Makes sense. It's not like you're smelly." Yet. It keeps Azaylia by his side, tilting her head towards him as her cheek rests on a bare, forward-hunched shoulder. "I think you'll make a great rider. But things are best when they're done in order." Fond when speaking of the hairdresser, with no annoyance when faced with that rumor, "I skipped a meal once and made the mistake of letting Hana catch me. But, yes. She is." Hraedhyth's oversized jaws make little work of the bones, relishing the crunch and doing their best to get to that sweet marrow within. Drums are a melodic thunder, low laughter heard as her own smoke dances and weaves to tickle the youthful bronze's tendrils. Still, she questions the source of his exuberance. "I heard." Or rather, Azaylia's dragon did. "That's a good attitude to have. Move forward." Advice given to her, now passed on. As for his own Weyr, "I don't know. Hraedhyth would have liked someplace high," If she had a choice. "Which is why she probably visits other dragons often. I don't know, I wasn't as excited to get my weyr as everyone else." "Sweet Faranth, you can say that again." The words burst out of K'zin's mouth before he can stop them, and immediately he looks embarrassed. "About things being done in order, I mean. It's-- better, yeah." The blush doubles and he's suddenly very interested in the happenings in the feeding ground, not that Ras is doing anything remotely exciting. "Hana mentioned that she's been keeping an eye out for that habit." He grins over at Azaylia. "It's a good thing, in a roundabout way. That you get so involved in what you're doing. I used to have days in the forge like that. Where I'd forget to eat." If she can believe it. "And good, too, that you have another someone looking out for you. Between Bones and Hana, you'll be safe and healthy, now if only someone were boosting the happiness front." He hesitates, but does ask softly, "Are-- things between you and Weyrwoman Aishani any-- better?" Then, in case, that's still a touchy subject, he hurriedly comments on the weyrs. "I'm excited. But also nervous. Nervous and excited." The redundancy isn't intentional, just that his expression shows that his thoughts are a little scattered on the topic. K'zin's outburst has Azaylia's cheek lifting off her shoulder with a jolt, squeak muffled behind closed lips. They part for a soft laugh, "I like to think so. Doing things out of order tends to make things messy. You have to go back and fix what you've skipped..." In regards to paperwork, certainly, but ambiguity lends her words well to work in a variety of situations. The weyrwoman's tolerance is playfully strained, "It's really not all that. I like food too much to skip meals often." Though make no mistake, "I appreciate Hana and everything she does for me." Her expression softens rather than completely fall, eyes dropping thoughtfully to the stained, dried grass just on the other side of the fence. Finally, "No. I don't think... We see things too differently." It's only since the hatching that Azaylia realizes the extent of it. It's not too much of an effort for her lips to regain a gentle curl, "I had never slept alone before. My family's house wasn't big, and apprentices share rooms at the Crafthall. Even here, there are dorms and barracks. I didn't like it, at first." Not overly somber, she's careful not to rain on the weyrling's parade, "It is exciting. And I'm sure Rasavyth will enjoy having his own ledge." The flush starts to right itself back to his usual dusky tan, and an emphatic nod is given to her words about order and going back to right the skipped things, but he doesn't offer further comment. K'zin takes a deep breath, letting the talk of paperwork and missed meals slide away in favor of offering softly, "Sometimes it's best for people with different views to stay apart." It's his way of saying that he's not trying to force his next words upon her, "But, sometimes, if people can agree to disagree, they can work together to create something better than what either could have done alone." With that, though, he's quick to comment, "I hope Hrae is the next to rise and that Cadejoth catches her." He says it, and then there's a lingering moment of confusion in his countenance. Does he really hope that? He mentally latches on to the topic of weyrs. "Same for me. N'ky had asked at one point about sharing a weyr with me. Like, roommates. I-- I want to see what it's like on my own." His brows furrow as he gazes at Rasavyth heading for the exit. "I suppose I might be able to find other company, though, if I get lonely." An impish grin is offered her way before he brushes past her, coming close enough to touch shoulders first one of his then the other of his to hers as he turns, to go open the fence. It's close enough contact to give her a nose of his manly, recently exercised musk. It's not gone from pleasant to overwhelming yet, but he'll want to bathe before long. "The Weyr is my first priority. It doesn't matter if we don't see eye to eye-- I won't let that," Strained relationship and broken trust, "Get in the way." Words carry with them a gentle strength, borrowing from Azaylia's conviction. Before she's lost to thoughts that have already been turned over time and time again, "You do?" Whispery soprano climbs with soft surprise, especially at that flicker of confusion on his own face. With a sigh, tone drifting back down, "I do, too." The weyrwoman's gaze is drawn to the approaching bronze, finding a smile for Rasavyth when he's near. K'zin's catches her off guard, and it only takes a moment before the tension is bleeding from her at his closeness. Fleeting though it is. "That's what I did." An easy solution for a freshly graduated goldrider. "It's... nice. Having company." His grin is met with a faint twist to her lips, paired with an all-knowing glance from the corner of her eyes. Hraedhyth is hardly satiated, though she bids Rasavyth a fairwell before launching herself at another beast. "Oh, I wasn't suggesting that you would." K'zin's words flow swiftly, lest there be another miscommunication in the works. "I wasn't trying to imply otherwise, just suggesting that sometimes unexpectedly good things can come out of working with people that might be considered an unlikely partner." He frowns briefly, adding, "Though there might be too much-- history, for that to work in this instance." Apparently going to open the fence was a pretense, for Rasavyth makes a leaping glide over the top. K'zin steps back from his landing, turning back toward the goldrider with a sheepish smile. He may or may not have been included in the pretense-making. He moves back toward her. "So I guess we can go on our date soon? Or do you think it best to wait until I'm fully graduated?" This is questioned casually. "Or not at all?" That last is touched with light concern. Azaylia counters delicately, playfully, "And I didn't think that's what you were suggesting." As Rasavyth leaps cleanly over the fence, delight is kept at bay by the lowering of her lids. Cheeks lift to aid in her suspicious squint, pinning K'zin with light accusation even as she smiles at him. Uh huhm. "Soon." Her face brightens, answering easily, "A date isn't going to cause any problems. It's the after that might." The weyrwoman meets his concern with warm patience, "Sabella's accident, as terrible as it was, had me thinking. I don't want to add to any distractions that might have you or Rasavyth hurt. Not that I don't think you two wouldn't be careful..." Shoulders surge in a light shrug, ruffled straps falling further at the motion, "I care about you. About all of the weyrlings." There's a faintest pinch to her brow, "I understand if all of this is... frustrating for you?" A blush adds to his sheepish look as she gives him that playfully accusatory one. His hands come up to beg off his involvement, but drop by the time he's returned to her side. K'zin leans against the fence, his back to the feeding grounds this time. His arms fold idly across his chest. "So a date for sure," The baritone is thoughtful. He seems to be earnestly considering Azaylia's words. "I'm not in a rush, for after. With anyone." He hesitates a moment, "And I appreciate your concern for it. I don't want Ras or I distracted or hurt, either, of course. But, I don't want to be caught unprepared when Ras chases. I know that's still not for months, so I've time, but it may be before the end of weyrlinghood, and I know things become more second-nature as time goes on, but I think it's fair to say that it still takes focus even after weyrlinghood is done. And I guess all I'm saying is, I'm probably going to be put in a position to have to keep myself on task despite weyr-related distractions before weyrlinghood is done." Whether it's distractions from her, or someone else. "But, of course, I wouldn't want you to do do anything you don't feel comfortable with. I'm just saying..." Just saying. Slippered feet inch along the wood she's perched on, bringing Azaylia closer to K'zin once he settles against the fence. Her arm ends up resting against his, contact light and comfortable. There's no hint given to whether the goldrider is only tolerating his scent for the sake of manners, not likely to comment on it for that same reason. Another breathless laugh, "You're right. There's plenty of time, but it sounds like you're prepared to cross those bridges when they come." As he's just saying, her arm eases against his for a lean while the rest of her keeps that easy distance. "I'm comfortable. You'd know if I wasn't." Hardly a threat, just the reassurance of her honest nature. "I have a feeling you won't be unprepared when he," A glance to the bronze, "Decides to chase." Far too certain, too comfortable in that certainty. "As long as the bridges come in order." K'zin's baritone becomes a drawl, and the way he says it as much as the words themselves suggest that he's had some experience with attempts at otherwise, "Yes." He nods, "I sort of have to be, really. And I think they'll be fun to cross. If they're not confusing, complicated, and taken in order." Sensing a theme? "I almost wish that I could have just a teacher for that as well, so it's not complicated and it's straight-forward and the purpose is to learn as much as it is to have fun. But so far it seems things like this don't work like that." He sighs a little wistfully. "I appreciate your confidence in that. I wish I were equally so. It doesn't seem to be a matter of finding a partner, it's rather a matter of finding the right partner-s..." The pluralization is tacked on at the end, almost as an afterthought. Understandable, likely, since Ras will be chasing greens whose riders may be male or female. His expression is delving deeper in thought now, his head chin tilting towards his chest as though the thoughts make his head too heavy to keep upright. Intricate subtleties tend to escape Azaylia, but even she catches on to that reoccurring theme. Clearly something has happened, so she skips to, "Want to talk about it?" As K'zin goes on there are faint shifts in her gaze, predatory spark dimming as sympathy takes hold. Eventually, faint amusement is cradled by one hand on her cheek, mature exasperation dancing on the edges of her patience. As one who has already found her legs, it's both fascinating and frustrating to watch the fawn struggle to stand. "K'zin." Airy murmur carries only some of that humor, reaching over to help bear the weight of his head, chin lifted back up. "You think to much." About what has become so natural to the goldrider. "You just need to find someone patient, and then it can still be fun." His jaw is given a light nudge upwards before her hand retreats, "It will be. I just want you to keep your priorities straight, like you have been." As far as she knows. "I'd probably just get in trouble if I did. It's been pointed out to me by fellow bronzeriders that girls don't like it when you kiss and tell or in this case not-kiss but almost and tell. In fact, I think I might get more flayed for this than if we had kissed, because being rejected is worse than getting kissed and--" K'zin starts to ramble and then seems to realize that saying he won't say has led to him starting to say and he shuts up. "Suffice to say, it was complicated, and I followed the rules." He sighs heavily, as though he's not altogether happy about it, but what's done is done and he probably wouldn't do differently if he had a do-over anyway. "Shells, everyone keeps saying that." This is muttered to the talk of thinking too much, "Everyone except Ras who thinks I should think more, but not about that necessarily." His lips set in an unhappy way, the lower one jutting out just a bit farther than the upper. "My priorities are straight." He's not defending, just confirming. "Duty, learning, then drinking, sex, and general hedonism." That last gets a little smirk from him. The manipulation of his chin is taken easily. Azaylia's hand leaves his jaw to return to her own, resting beneath the soft curve of her chin as she listens. Familiar enough with the ways of the K'zin, there are no attempts to interrupt or requests for him to clarify. Only when he's finished does she aim a gentle smile his way, "I'm glad to hear that you followed the rules. Even if it was complicated. Sometimes, doing the right thing is." His muttering has her biting her lower lip, trying to keep the smile from a grin, "I meant thinking too much about something that should come naturally." More of her leaning into his arm, this time her head crossing some of the distance. "As for the rest? I agree with Rasavyth." His list of priorities has her laughing once again, an unspoken approval as to the order their in. "Yeah, it is." K'zin agrees emphatically about the difficulty of doing the right thing. "And sometimes you get in trouble from all sides at once! The side that wanted you to break the rules and the side that didn't want you to break the rules but assumed you were or had! Can't win." His tone is exasperated as he can't help but tell part of the story, vague though it is. His cheeks touch with a blush, "Sorry. That was probably confusing and not -- well, nevermind. Sorry to have brought that up." He tries to wave it off, and she is rather distractingly close now, it seems to dawn on him, arm to arm, and her head coming a little nearer. "Well, then, I'm on track for the day. I've got my duties done, I'm learning a lot just standing here, so I guess next I get to drink, have--- no sex, because it's still against the rules, and then be generally hedonistic. Guess it's good that I'm meeting Madilla for a drink in Snowasis tonight. That's the spot for it, and she's probably safe company for making sure nothing gets out of hand." There's a grin for that thought. It's Azaylia's intention to be close, harmless self-indulgence that happens to result in his distraction. "That does sound complicated." Light wince comes and goes with a tilt to the weyrwoman's head, black hair cascading down in thick waves over one shoulder. "It's fine. I don't mind listening, even if I can't really help." She's not about to lecture him, or the other parties involved. Mention of the Weyrhealer has her straightening some, "Madilla drinks?" Something other than tea? Rather than keep to her confusion, she's returning his grin, "Why are you meeting her in the Snowasis?" "Why not? And I guess... she must? She said she'd have drinks with me." K'zin looks puzzled at the queries. It's not a terribly sudden changer of topic as he'd gotten most of the rest of the other matter that he might've said out already. "I went to see her the other seven. She's been a friend a long time. Did you know she was the one to fix my nose the first time it was broken? Back when Mave decked me when I was twelve?" To K'zin, Rasavyth's gleefulness has not faded as the dragon waits patiently to go for his promised bath (which will no doubt be followed by a lengthy oiling; what better present could he give K'zin on his turnday than the opportunity to make him feel wonderful?). But curiosity is added to the hazy, heady high of the dragon's joy. « Why not tell her? She might give you a turnday surprise? » The word surprise comes with one of Bones' dirty leers. « I don't want a turnday surprise. I mean, » K'zin's thoughts overlap suddenly, « I want a turnday surprise, but I don't want it just because it's my turnday. She wants to wait and not distract us. So I'll wait. » (K'zin to Rasavyth) Azaylia can't seem to find fault with his answers, shoulders flexing in another short shrug, "Then she must." As Madilla isn't the sort to lie. That fond smile thins some, though brows that were lifted with interest are now kept there by surprise. "Mave? That sweet girl? Why in the world would she... she broke your nose?" Disbelief is instinctive, but all too soon she remembers, "She is taking lessons from Bones. I guess I shouldn't have been too surprised." And yet. No anger on behalf of K'zin, no negative thought for Mave's past actions, just curious confusion. "Maybe the joke's on me and she'll just have tea. It is a drink, after all." K'zin grins at this idea, "All the better to keep tabs on me while I indulge in the limited hedonism allowed to weyrlings." His tone is playful and amused, so surely he doesn't really mean to indulge in too much hedonism tonight. "That sweet girl has always been able to take care of herself. I tugged her pigtails one too many times because I liked her. She was, turns later she tells me, just trying to show the others she wouldn't be yanked around." He rolls his eyes, "That's when Madilla really started helping me out. I was pretty angry around then," He reaches up the hand opposite the side her head lingers near to scratch at the side of his head, look a touch sheepish. "My family had just left and my dad had just told me how awful it was that I'd picked Smithing over Mining and how I wasn't really fit to be a child of his since all my brothers before me chose Mining and Mom and Dad were both Minecrafters." He talks, and there's a quiet sort of vulnerability there. He tries for a smile, though it ends up a little sad as he looks to her from where his eyes were ranging over the features opposite them. "Guess going through all that made Impressing and them not really talking to me anymore that much easier. But some days I miss them." He admits the last softly. Then there's a laugh, "Sorry. That's probably a lot more than you wanted to know. S'what happens when I listen to Ras and do more thinking." He grins, turning now to face the pens, though he moves so that the arm now near her is still lightly touching. The wily ways of their tea-drinking Weyrhealer doesn't earn a comment, perhaps telling in the skew of Azaylia's lips. Yes, probably. She lifts a hand to trap her laughter as K'zin tells just how he got his nose broken by Mave, the sweet girl. "Oh, Waki." Former nickname slips out along with a few soft chuckles. She finds it easier to stifle her amusement the more he delves into the relationship he has with his family. In fact, by the time he's done and apologizing (again), she's sobered up considerably. "I'm sorry. I had no idea." She straightens up, not intending to abandon the fence in her quest to get closer. Instead she reaches over, arm circling the middle of his back as she leans in for a hug, the other hand resting on his nearest shoulder. Just like with any other reflex, her need to comfort leaves little room for thought, "It's okay. You know I'm always here to listen." K'zin seems genuinely surprised by the hug. Perhaps that speaks to his experiences of late. He accepts it gladly, turning and shifting so he can wrap his arms around her, letting his head briefly come to rest on her shoulder. It's not a physically intimate hug, no intentional body-pressing or attempts to feel the Weyrwoman up. There's a tenseness to his body that after a few deep breaths that are taken and released in silence seems to unlock the tension and allow it to start to drain off him. "Don't really like to talk about it, much. I just have been thinking about it lately." Because the turn they left, when he turned twelve, was the last time he celebrated his turnday in earnest; the day he told his family he was apprenticing to Smiths now that he was old enough. A traumatic day in the life of the former-Smith who never experienced the same degree of trauma as some others at the Weyr have. "Thanks for listening, though." Still muffled with his warm breath tickling through her hair toward her neck. "I think I needed to say it out loud." This is delivered as he lifts his head and takes a step back out of the hug. "Talking to Ras is great, but it's just not the same as talking out loud." The following beat has his brow furrowing. "Dimglow." He mutters, "Apparently, I've been missing the obvious all along." He looks toward the bronze, rolling his eyes. "As he points out." Of course. "I could talk aloud and he'd understand me." DUH. A blush is touching his cheeks again. "I should probably take him to the lake to get his nose washed before the blood makes it itchy." He says it, but doesn't immediately move to go. K'zin may have some reservations, but as he turns towards her Azaylia will press herself up against him to ensure that it's a proper hug. Or, as proper as she can manage with one foot still propped by the fence, the other left to dangle. Her arms wrap around his torso, limbs giving him a tight squeeze as if to wring the last of that tension from his body. "Of course." Soft voice has dropped to an intimate murmur, "That's what friends are for." One last squeeze before she feels him shift, hand reaching to grab the wood as the weyrling pulls away. "I knew what you meant, K'zin." She doesn't quite make a face at Rasavyth, playful though it would be. "Sometimes it helps to have another person listen. To care." Which the weyrwoman undoubtedly does. Hraedhyth has since finished her meals, leaving little waste other than a pair of severed heads waiting in the pens. "Aw," Disappointment is light, but it's there. "You should. Besides, Hraedhyth tells me she wants to keep these two, so I've got to go get them." Demanding lifemates are kept waiting a moment longer as the goldrider swings closer, single arm still keeping her steady. There's a warm brush at the edge of his lips, lasting long enough for her to trail up to his cheek for a quick peck. "Now go tend to your dragon, weyrling." An attempt to sound stern is thwarted by her smile. K'zin's smile is rueful, but pleased for all that she said and what she did. "Have fun with that," the weyrling's tone implies a certain amount of humor and his face shows that he's glad his lifemate doesn't like collecting trophies in that way. "Thanks, Zay." He grins at her then, before heading toward the bronze. With his back to her, he's grabbed by an abrupt giggle that's stifled quickly and if Hrae were to flash Zay a picture of his face, a playfully stern look would be shown, directed to the incorrigible Rasavyth. None of this slows him, however, and the pair are soon lake-bound. « There you are then. » Rasavyth's tenor congratulates his rider. « A turnday surprise and she never had to know it. » His comedic timing is perfect as he goes on, « Of course, seeing as how this is what you got without telling her, think what you might've been offered if you had told her! » A vivid flash of K'zin's point of view of looking down at Telavi between his legs, their hands poised above his waistband, except in another flash, Azaylia's smiling face has replaced Telavi's with flawless precision in making the replacement. (Rasavyth to K'zin) « RAS! » (K'zin to Rasavyth) "I will." Azaylia shoots back with the intensity of a girl half her age, and with just as much maturity. "I'll see you soon." For their semi-regularly sessions regarding paperwork. Sundress or no, the weyrwoman chooses to climb up and over the fence rather than use one of the handy gates. It's when she's already crossed over that K'zin giggles, curious squint becoming even more so with Hraedhyth's offered explanation. Boys. There's not much time left to think on it overly long, the goldrider marching her way across the pen under Hraedhyth's watchful gaze. Two new trophies to add to their weyr. |
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Comments on "Logs:In Order"Hana (Hana (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 29 Apr 2013 14:49:51 GMT.
I'm not a crazed stalker who makes people eat.
Stop looking at me that way!
I'm not. *sniffle*
K'zin (Wakizian (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 29 Apr 2013 16:53:45 GMT.
No. You're a spy!! (Kidding.) We'll just have to RP more so K'zin can know other things about you! ;D
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