Logs:Making Teenagers Blush
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| RL Date: 29 June, 2011 |
| Who: Lina, Raum, Beven, Rhaelyn |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Lina's dinner is interrupted by teenagers. And then by Raum. And then by teenager-baiting /with/ Raum. |
| Where: Nighthearth, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 2, Month 2, Turn 26 (Interval 10) |
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| Nighthearth, High Reaches Weyr With its entrance located between the kitchen and the living cavern, this tiny bubble cavern is cozy, always kept warm and is filled with comfortable chairs and a small round table. At the far end, there's a hearth, outlined in ruddy, aging bricks, where a pot of stew simmers in the evening hours. Generally quiet, the nighthearth is the haunt of insomniacs and those seeking quiet from the bustle of daily Weyr life. Beven heads in from the inner caverns. Beven has arrived. Raum heads in from the inner caverns. Raum has arrived. While the dinner crowds are filling up the main caverns, some few have opted instead for the quiet atmosphere and tasty stew that only the night hearth can provide. Lina is one such, curled up in a chair with a bowl of stew perched precariously on one knee and a drawing pad propped against the arm. Beven comes into the nighthearth, yawning just a bit as he moves over to get a bowl of stew and a mug of klah. He's not paying much attention to what and who is around him, aside from finding a seat in a comfortable chair. "It's not very thick tonight," Lina notes quietly, with only a sneaking glance up towards Beven. "Not the best night's dinner I've had; someone should really go complain at the kitchens..." Not that the greenrider seems inclined to do that any time soon. The crowds aren't for Raum, either, as he heads down to the more secluded cavern to get his dinner there. Falling in line just behind Beven, he slides a glance over at Lina for her words of warning, then stirs the stew a bit to test it. However thin it is, he just shrugs and fills a bowl, noting, "Least there's no fish in it." Beven blinks just a bit and he ahhs, "Well when you're my age, food is food as long as it's edible." he says with a faint grin as he looks over at Lina and nods a greeting, "I've had worse, so I'm sure it'll be fine." "That there's not," Lina scknowledges with a hint of a playful smile. "Not certain I can pick out what /any/ of that stuff is, honestly. I think it's meat, but-- maybe it's a fancy new sort of tuber? I don't think it'll kill us, though; I made sure I saw one of the weyrbrats finish his bowl before I took mine." "I'm not going to be picky now," Raum says, though he does eye what his spoon turns up with mild interest. Bowl filled, though, he sets off to a seat, sprawling in one of the chairs by Lina and stretching his legs out stiffly. "You normally have people keel over after eating here, then?" Beven hms a bit and he shrugs his shoulders, "Maybe fingerroots?" he comments, head tilting a bit to observe his bowl of stew, stirring it a bit to try and identify what kind of stuff has gone into it's making, "More of a soup than a stew, possibly?" he comments as he frowns slightly in concentration. "It's been known to happen, from time to time," Lina retorts playfully. "You must be new here, if you haven't experienced the famous Winter Stew of Doom. Watery and strange and probably a few days old." "Been here, oh... couple months, maybe?" Raum has to think about it a moment before lifting his shoulders; it's not that important. "Raum, of Igen," he instead introduces himself. "Can't say as I was ever really familiar with winter, before now." Beven laughs a bit, "I'm 16, food is food." He says with a wink as he finally starts working on eating his meal as his stomach growls loudly. "So long as it's not going to kill me, and it's not so nasty I want to die from eating it, and it's filling, then it's good food." Not to mention the fact he's still growing at his age, he needs food to fuel that growth, so he'll eat just about anything at this point. "Couple of months?" Lina tilts her head speculatively, but she seems to accept Raum's explanation at face-value. "I'm sure you get all sorts of strange things in Igen - sand rats, and all?" To Beven, she teases, "Poor boy, it must be hard being a bottomless void. Good thing you're in the Weyr, hm? We know how to grow a young lad up proper." Beven laughs and he nods as he pats his tummy with the hand not holding his bowl, "Oh so hard trying to find enough to fill said void." he says with a teasing twinkle in his eyes as he relaxes back and then goes back to eating, nodding to Raum finally, "I'm Beven, Apprentice Beastcrafter here at the weyr." Raum, with a glance sidways at Beven, lifts his brows. "Lot of ifs, there," he notes. "I imagine there's some that would be happy for any one of those--hell, there's been days I would have been." For his part, he eats without really savoring it; it's good enough and that will do. To Lina, "Sand rats are hardly even a start of it, really." Lina lets out a laugh to match Beven, though it's still got a teasing note to it. "Surely a clever apprentice knows to make friends with the right girl in the kitchens, right Beastcraft Apprentice Beven?" She, quite notably, doesn't offer her name in return. "I'm sure our large friend here knows all about making friends in the right places?" Green eyes, shaded by long lashes, slant playfully at Raum. Beven chuckles a bit more and he winks, "Of course I have, Sibella's very nive, she tends to bring food out to the complex each night, so that there's always food to be found at night when I get peckish." He says with another bright grin. "Do I?" Raum lifts his brows, expression thoughtful for a moment as his blue eyes settle on Lina. "I suppose I do. It's what brought me here, after all. Though I can't say I've had as much luck charming the local population as our young friend here seems to." He nods toward Beven, though he's mostly eyeing the rider still. "Oh, you've got that look to you, sir Igen." Lina uncurls from her chair with some difficulty, setting empty soup bowl and drawing pad aside so she can lift her bad leg with difficulty down to the ground. "Sibella, mm? Her name seems familiar. I'm glad you're well-fed. Nothing sadder than a hungry teenager; unless it's a hungry weyrling, I suppose." Beven laughs a bit and he grins, "I wouldn't know, never been a weyrling, and haven't spent much time around the weyrlings when I was younger due to having to learn my own lessons." he says with another wink. "Can't say as I know much of weyrlings myself. Spent all my life at the hold until the last half-turn," Raum notes with a glance at Beven. He finishes his dinner and, like Lina, set aside on the floor. "But from what I recall of being a teenager--and mind, this was turns and turns ago now, might have all changed in the meantime--but I was always hungry for something or other. But maybe that's just me." Another glance at Lina; he watches her stiffness in unfolding with some interest. "I don't think I ate more than two bites at a meal-- but then, I had a figure to keep. Life is hard when you're a teenage girl." Lina eases her leg out, idly working it in a stretch that doesn't seem to affect her grin in the least. "I'd think I'd know if you were a weyrling, my dear Beastcraft Apprentice. At least, I would hope I would've noticed!" Beven grins a bit and he nods, "Well one would hope you would have noticed my lady." he teases a bit, despite a very slight hint of a blush, he's not quite so assured that he's used to taking part in the teasing tones at this point. "I work too hard as an apprentice to worry about having a figure, or is it more muscle when you're a guy?" he says before shrugging and finishing off the few bites of his stew that remain. "I should hope muscle," Raum agrees. "Though vanity isn't nearly so becoming in a man as in a lovely lady." He dips his head toward Lina briefly, his mouth curving up in a faint smirk. "So you're the weyrlings' master? When there are weyrlings, I take it." "Assistant, yes," Lina relents. "Lina, green Aryeth's, at your service, my lord Igen; I don't think I caught your name?" To Beven, in an aside, "Young men shouldn't worry about their figures, that seems to happen naturally." Rhaelyn heads in from the inner caverns. Rhaelyn has arrived. Beven chuckles a bit and he grins some more, shrugging his shoulders, "My only worry is if I am going to outgrow the legs of my breeches any time soon." he says with a wink again as he settles deeper into his seat for the time being, utterly relaxed. "Raum," the outsider supplies then. "Lord Igen seems--a little excessive; I was only captain of his guard, after all. --I expect you're looking forward to having another clutch, then? It must get boring with so long between them these days; I wouldn't know what to do with myself in the meantime." A cold wind brings Rhae into the night hearth, all bundled up in a jacket and a thick woolden cape over that along with a plush fur hat that seems to match. She's getting the fashion thing down, but it's obvious by her color choices that she's going for extreme in her picks of the hand-me-downs allowed to her. With a shimmy to her step she crosses the room, all smiles and a wave here and there at familiar faces, "Hi Raum." from that tone, it might be assumed they are best buddies. "Oh, only /captain/, I see; but yes, it /has/ been quiet. Iskiveth's have been out of the nest for, Faranth, more than a turn?" Lina, stretching done, reclines back into her chair in an artfully casual slouch. "Raum, then. Well met. And-- who's your friend, here? Aren't you a little young for him, little one?" Beven hms a bit and he looks around before grinning at Lina, "Beven, ma'am." he says as he stays relaxed in his chair, sipping at his klah now as he remains seated, almost looking sleepy as he watches Lina and Raum. The greeting earns a lift of Raum's brows, as he tracks Rhaelyn's progress for a moment before cutting his eyes back to Lina. "My friend. Lina, Rhaelyn; Rhaelyn, Lina. One of the Weyr's weyrlingmasters," he elaborates on the greenrider, at least. "Are we friends now? I hadn't realized." The latter to the other exile. Rhaelyn draws her hat off and gives her glossy hair a shake with the help of long fingers drawing through the smooth silk length. "Oh, maybe he likes um young." The smile is coy and playful as she crosses closer. Beven in his relaxed pose gets a curious look as she draws closer but after a little finger-wriggling wave, her attention flitters backk to Raum and Lina, "Hello. Hello. Weyrlingmaster." The way the word is pitched--she doesn't know what the heck that is. Not being one to let such things stop her, "Should we not be friends?" Lina looks from Rhaelyn to Raum, one elegant eyebrow raising at their interplay. She half-stifles an amused smile, and turns instead to Beven, "See? Apprentice Beastcrafter Beven, here we have a young girl who probably knows her way around the kitchens; most girls do, I find. Better to attract the strapping young lads." Beven chuckles a bit and he nods, "Sibella is not too much older than me, I don't think. She even offered to cuddle with me." he says with a grin and a shrug of his shoulders, "Though I'm sure my da would probably have a fit if I accepted, not to mention Journeyman Nathin would probably not be too happy if he caught me cuddling with a girl." "He like it better if you cuddle with boys?" Raum wonders, peering then at Beven. "Because it always seemed to me that if you try to stop a man from his natural urges--well. That's what you end up with." He shrugs, though, like it's not really any of his concern; which, it probably isn't. "I'm sure Rhaelyn would cuddle, though; she seems like that kind of girl." Rhaelyn giggles softly, "Oh, weyrlingmaster Lina!" The smile she flashes has a frozen edge as it flickers through dark lashes. That look weighs and measures Beven for worth in a blink. "I don't -cuddle-." She draws the woolden cape from around her shoulders and drapes it gracefully behind her on the chair and then works on getting the jacket off. "Really? I seem like a cuddler? Disgusting." Beven blinks a bit at Raum and he frowns slightly, shaking his head a little bit, "That was a bit rude, don't you think?" he says as he looks at Raum and then looks over at Rhaelyn briefly before looking back at Lina uncertainly for a moment. "Sibella offered that, did she? Well, maybe only one girl at a time then, eh Apprentice Beven?" Lina winks at the young crafter, as if sharing a particularly amusing joke. "But that's a smart girl; cuddling is for fuzzy animals, firelizards, and your lifemate. And /that/ only holds if your lifemate is blue. Or maybe brown." "Was it?" Raum doesn't seem to think so, looking between his three companions for a moment before he shrugs it off. "It's a Weyr, boy; I expect you've heard worse, and if you haven't, all the more reason to." A beat; then, he eyes Lina. "And if yours is green?" "What was rude? That you might want to cuddle up on boys?" Rhaelyn asks, curious but pinning Beven with an intense look, "Or that he's trying to hook you up with a complete stranger? I'm Rhaelyn by the way. What is your job here?" With the same direct interest. "Well then," Lina drawls to Raum, one eyebrow arching as her smile grows into a smirk. "I suppose the /boys/ might cuddle with their greens; Aryeth and I like to /share/, but cuddling? Not our thing." She cuts her gaze deliberately towards Rhaelyn and Beven, then wiggles her eyebrows suggestively at Raum. Beven shakes his head a bit, "Just because we are in a weyr, doesn't excuse rudeness towards one another." he says in a quiet tone before looking at Rhaelyn, "Making comments about you in such a way. As for what he said about me, he doesn't know me, so I guess it was rather rude as well. There's never a good reason to be rude to someone, but that's my da's teaching in any case." he says as he nods to Rhaelyn, "As I said, I'm Beven, apprentice beastcrafter here at the weyr." Raum, rude though he may be, doesn't seem too concerned with it; he leaves the younger couple to their introductions while he focuses more on Lina, his own mouth curving up into more of a smirk. "No? And here I thought all girls like that. Maybe Weyr-girls are different--I won't complain." Rhaelyn hms and looks at Ruam, "Well, you see that. You are being downright rude to me. You should appologize right away." She slides a look over at Beven and asks, "What is the proper way for such an appology?" No matter that Raum is not going to pay her any mind, the dark-haired girl doesn't appear to care one way or another. "You know, better to have thicker skin I say. Best to let people speak their mind. Yes?" "Oh, to be a teenager again," Lina sighs melodramatically. "Were you that touchy? Faranth knows, I was probably worse. Then again, I had Aryeth by the time I was their age, so-- " The greenrider shrugs, as if the thought isn't worth finishing. "You'll find weyrbred girls over a certain age are-- a breed apart. " Beven chuckles a bit and he nods a bit before standing up with a yawn, "I'd best head back to the complex, I have an early day tomorrow, nice to meet everyone." He says before heading off for the evening. Beven heads to the inner caverns. Beven has left. When Beven leaves, Raum seems to realize the hour; and he, too, stands, stretching idly. "Me? Touchier, in a way, I suppose--why bother with apologies when you can just hit 'em? Especially once you're a guard and all your buddies will back you up." It's a nice memory, apparently, at least judging by his amused expression. "I should see about finding my way home again, though, if I can." As everyone gathers and begins to leave, Lina reluctantly follows suit; gritted teeth behind her smile give some depth to her difficulty as she awkwardly levers most of her weight onto a single leg. "Teenagers, hm? Life /was/ simpler, wasn't it?" A pause. "Where are you staying, Raum of Igen?" "Not at the time," Raum notes with a shrug. He's watching closely as she levers herself up, though thoughtfully or not thoughtfully, he doesn't offer any help. "For now? I managed to get myself a private room; sometimes it's handy, being old. Admittedly, it's a pretty shitty little cupboard, not like my suite at Igen, but. One makes do." "I can't say my weyr is much better, but-- I prefer it that way, honestly." Lina bends down to retrieve the cane resting against the chair, then leans heavily on it with a low sigh. "Private room is better than most get, though, without a weyrmate or a family?" |
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