Logs:Piqued Interest
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| RL Date: 23 November, 2014 |
| Who: K'zin, Rasavyth, Yizibeth, Z'riah |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Z'riah happens upon K'zin. The two find some common ground. |
| Where: Greenhouse, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 7, Month 5, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Telavi/Mentions, X'vae/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated. |
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>---< Greenhouse, High Reaches Weyr(#2203RJ) >-------------------------------<
A rustic and unadorned vestibule leads in from hewn spiral steps to a
refitted ledge, enclosed by limestone pillars. Sturdy wooden framework
captures elongated glass panes, tilted to absorb the most light during the
day. The wash of heat from within, lush and humid, persists even into the
dead of winter; the air is heady with the scent of fresh-turned soil and
various flora.
Long, deep troughs of soil line the inner stone wall, planted with an
assortment of broad, leafy tropicals - practical and decorative alike.
Fruit and vegetable baskets hang from rafters, optimizing space, tempting
in reach with a perpetually ripening harvest. A series of stone shelving
is devoted to flourishing, aromatic herbs and new green shoots; even the
softest touch releases a burst of savory scent from tender leaves. Amidst
the greenery, a handful of wooden benches have been scattered, making this
a temptingly warm and secluded spot to sit.
Shuttered vents serve to regulate humidity and heat given off from a small
hot spring recessed into an alcove at the back; a secondary pool with
cooler waters siphons off to provide a constant, fresh supply for
irrigation. A small potting station nearby is cluttered with watering cans
and gardening tools of various uses, with a wooden bin for composting
materials tucked underneath.
>------------------------------------------< 7D 5M 36T I10, spring night >---< If one is spending one's afternoon helping to give the irrigation system a tune-up, one is surely entitled to one of the fresh fruit dangling from the above baskets. It should, therefore, come as no surprise to find K'zin, muddy-kneed and toolbelted, polishing a redfruit on his not-really-clean shirt and lifting it to his lips to take a bite on this pleasant spring afternoon. Z'riah definitely isn't helping anything, but he's probably not being a hindrance, either. Not yet, anyway. The humid heat is nice even though it's not so bad outside. It's still not quite home, but he'll take what he can get. He's dressed down casually enough that he's not wearing a knot, but his brief glance over K'zin as he walks through the greenhouse causes a pause of recognition. Or maybe not. Maybe it's just what he's wearing. "Enjoying yourself?" Caught. Red(fruit)-handed. K'zin's smile is too innocent. "Sure. What's not to enjoy? Redfruit?" He offers the shorter man, already reaching a hand up toward the basket, head tilting back to squint up and find a ripe one. "No. That's fine. But thanks," says Z'riah, glancing up at the baskets only briefly before he's taking advantage of K'zin's distraction to get a good look at the other man. Not that he's trying to hide it since he doesn't really stop. "I guess there's nothing to not enjoy if you like getting dirty." "Where's the fun in staying clean?" K'zin counters with one of his lopsided goofy grins. A second redfruit is plucked anyway and kept in wait in his other hand as he bites into the first. "I don't think we've met." He observes, "K'zin, Rasavyth's." "I don't have anything against getting dirty. Maybe not in these clothes. I like these pants. But they're pretty easy to get off." The greenrider has his own grin in return, cheeky more than goofy. "Z'riah. Yizibeth's. It's very nice to meet you, K'zin. I was worried I'd have a boring day full of cleanliness." K'zin's laugh is easy and he rubs the knuckles of the hand holding the redfruit across his expressive brow before taking another bite. "Careful, there's plenty of nut tightening to do. I'll hand you a wrench and put you to work." The bronzerider's threat is only in jest and is hopefully not any sort of innuendo because ... ouch. "Sounds like you're from somewhere south?" The man guesses. The lack of knot... well, can he be blamed for not knowing? It's not uncommon when K'zin is speaking to another rider that Rasavyth seeks out the adjoining dragon. His presence is felt more than seen, just at the edges of her mind, some casting about leading him through the curious space that is only for dragons. There's a gentle pressure, almost like a knocking but without sound or beat. He's there. It's an invitation. His presence is, for this moment, only a few pretty shimmers here and there in the nothing. Would she care to speak? (To Yizibeth from Rasavyth) There is, indeed, a slight wince at the mention of nut tightening. Z'riah could probably think of better ways to do that, but he'll apparently have a few manners for now. "I really prefer enjoying my rest days. I might be okay just watching you work, though. So long as you don't mind an audience." And maybe even if he does. "Monaco. Transferred a few months back. In winter." Very unpleasant. The shimmers of Rasavyth's presence are met with something brighter, warmer; the heat of the sun soaking into one's hide. She's cheerful when she greets the bronze wordlessly, open, definitely, but perhaps noticeably insecure over his attention. (To Rasavyth from Yizibeth) "What's not to enjoy?" K'zin repeats himself, eyes looking impish over the top of the redfruit. "I don't mind. Do as you like." Doesn't bother him. "Maybe you'll learn something about enjoying getting dirty." The bronzerider observes this with another grin. "Belated welcome, then. Winter, huh? Sounds like a tough time to transition. The winters here are something else," but he says it like he knows Z'riah knows, now having survived one. To Yizibeth, Rasavyth's shimmers shift a little to become coaxing, even as his mind takes up her warmth and reflects it back, with some added sparkles of his own. Then there's a new sensation, an ooziness, like oil running down one's side, but it comes with charm. He's charming. That's almost all he is. « Do allow me to introduce myself, won't you? » comes the pleasant tenor that's nearly a purr. "Not working, that's what." It comes as a quick response, like he's had to tell other people that he doesn't like working when he doesn't have to on more than one occasion. "I usually like my dirty with a little less dirt. But we'll see if you can pique my interest." Z'riah only has a nod for the last. Maybe he doesn't want to have to think about winter on his rest day, either. Charming is obviously fascinating to the sun-kissed green. Yizibeth is drawn in with incredibly ease, focused entirely on the bronze now that he's spoken properly to her. « Oh, please do. » It's genuine, no sarcasm. Her voice has a squeaky quality, but not exactly unpleasant. (To Rasavyth from Yizibeth) "Should I be trying?" K'zin asks, of the piquing of the interest. Does he need to try? "I'm really just putting in my time to earn my time in the forge. I can't say that tightening bolts is the most riveting thing I've done with my training." He confesses it like it's a secret (it's probably not). "What kinds of things 'pique' your interest?" He makes air quotes over the redfruits. "I think you can just do your thing. No trying necessary." Z'riah is considerate like that. There's a smirk for the pun and the greenrider allows, "I think I could get more behind the hot and sweaty forge thing than the dirty thing." So maybe hot and sweaty is one thing that piques his interest. "Anyway, lots of things are interesting. Never touched a real craft, but my roommate and I make things for our weyr sometimes." To Yizibeth, Rasavyth likes easy greens. Not that that's apparent beyond the warmth that radiates all the warmer and more comfortable for her positive reception. « I am Rasavyth, » and evidently, in some way, he lives but to please her for what he reflects is what he interprets of her that she likes. « It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Yizibeth. » Already he knows her name, he sought her out. Her in particular. These things are important. "Really?" That piques K'zin's interest. "What kinds of things do you make?" He's not about to get back to the dirty business that is tightening nuts on an irrigation system, which involves being on his knees, judging from where he's dirtiest just now, because he has a redfruit to finish. So the performance is evidently on intermission. "Furniture?" Is that what he meant? Maybe he'll try something more specific. "I guess, right now, I'm working on some storage for my room. Basically a bed that fills the whole space but with places to put shit." Z'riah doesn't seem to mind that K'zin isn't getting back to work just yet, anyway. To Rasavyth, Yizibeth doesn't exactly swoon, but whatever he's doing is working and she's all Rasavyth's right now. « It's nice to meet you, too, Rasavyth. You seem nice. » Very nice. And she's obviously a fantastic judge of character. "Drawers or cubbies?" K'zin wants to know. Specific is good. More specific is better! "If you need any hardware bits, I'm sure I have some lying around, depending on what you're building and how." The bronzerider finishes the first redfruit (eating everything but the stem), and tucks the second into his toolbelt. "Do you design the furniture out on paper first or just wing it?" There's no judgment in the bronzerider's tone, just curiosity. To Yizibeth, Rasavyth's mind shimmers brightly. « I do endeavor to be. » There's a brief pause before he says conversationally, « My K'zin tells me that you are a recent transfer here. How are you enjoying the spring? » "Cubbies. Some with, uh, lids? Not drawers, probably. There's not a lot of space around my bed. I just want to make the most of it without having to fight over common space." Z'riah eyes the redfruit as the bronzerider finishes it. Or maybe just K'zin's mouth. "Just wing it, usually. Sort of a life philosophy." The last is said with a grin. To Rasavyth, Yizibeth knows what that word means; recent. But was it recent? She's less sure of that. « It's very nice. » Like the bronze! « The heat feels good. I don't like the cold very much. » She can still remember the cold. "Oh, oh," K'zin starts to make sense of it in his head. "I see." He's nodding. Then he's turning to duck down under one of the raised beds, shifting so as to lean back, his legs still in the aisle. Time to get back to work. "Sounds like a relaxing philosophy," he comments once his wrench is in hand. « Oh, indeed. » Rasavyth agrees of the heat. « Well, next winter if you get cold, you're more than welcome to come use one of my » two « wallows. There's a heavy curtain that helps keep the heat a little better. » That's not to say that it's really warm, but it's better than cold. (From Rasavyth to Yizibeth) Z'riah helps himself to the view, dirty as it is, as the bronzerider starts to get back to work. "It has its moments," admits the greenrider. "I think I'll let you get back to it. Maybe I can show you the sort of dirty I like sometime soon, hmm?" It's not a question he means to have answered. There's obvious suggestion in it. He's already turning to continue on his way, though. "Clear skies, K'zin." To Rasavyth, Yizibeth's sunshine is bright and invitingly warm against the bronze's mind. « That would be wonderful. If you really wouldn't mind. I'm not sure I'd want to leave Izazeth here by himself, though. He's very nice, too. » "Girlfriend," K'zin says in one-word explanation, even if Z'riah doesn't (or chooses not to) hear him as he departs. He said it; that's what counts, right? He's clearly top notch boyfriend material. To Yizibeth, Rasavyth is easy. « If Izazeth should like to come along as well, then... » He's welcome. The bronze is very nice, after all! Let it also be known that he is not discriminating when it comes to making friends, either. He won't snuggle with Izazeth, but he's probably just as unlikely to initiate such a thing with Yizibeth either for all her lovely figure and coloring (though he's almost certainly more likely to entertain such a request from the green, and who could blame him?). To Rasavyth, Yizibeth is pleased by this suggestion. She likes friends and she likes Izazeth to have friends and it's even better when they have the same friends. Until he pays more attention to another green. But that's not a problem in this trio. « Thank you, Rasavyth. I'll tell Izazeth how nice you are. I'm sure he'd like to visit, too. » So sure. And then her bright presence is fading away, perhaps to tell the blue all about their new friend. |
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