Logs:Pancakes with Leova
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| RL Date: 24 July, 2008 |
| Who: Leova, Lujayn |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Early morning breakfast, gossip included. Lujayn shares her storybook. |
| Where: Lujayn's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 21, Month 3, Turn 17 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: X'lar/Mentions |
| The smell of something fluffy and sweet drifts around Lujayn's weyr, enough to rouse a curious Rielsath for a momentary sniff. As her lifemate moves out into the chill morning air, Lu steps back from the pulley elevator with a heavy tray and a wide smile. "Thanks for coming by so early," Hands full, she gestures with her head to indicate Leova can sit (or stand) wherever she wishes. "It's been too hard to convince anyone to stop by once they get into the swing of a day." Pancakes are piled generously atop a plate, some sausages on the side. A jar of preserves is already on the rider's table, one thing the kitchen needn't supply. "Have to eat breakfast sometime," Leova teases as she takes up a lean on the back of the nearest chair, a couple damp curls clinging to her forehead. "I'd ask to carry something, but looks as though you got things in hand. Did you hear, though? K'del's mother's doing better again. With that and Snowstrike getting settled, he's gotten back into teaching real early-like, don't want to eat breakfast before /that/." Lujayn sets the tray down carefully, staring for a moment before her sleepy brain puts the pieces in place. "Plates. You want a plate, right?" Apparently still waking up, Lu moves to a nearby cupboard and retrieves wooden dishes, enough for two. "Should have set these out beforehand. There's cider if you want, or I could call down for klah.." Hands on her hips, surveying breakfast - everything seems right at last. "That must be a good weight off his mind. Any leftover worry gets taken out on his students, right?" The teasing grin is fleeting before she starts to divide up the pancakes and sausages, practicing playing hostess despite the hour. "Don't mind eating off the platter," Leova says with a straight face, and leaves off her chair to start pouring their drinks since Lu's got the rest. "Always like your cider. Hope the harvest will be as good this coming Turn," and never mind that the apple trees haven't so much as leafed out yet. As she sits, "Something like that. Have to say, it's good to feel at least a /little/ more competent... And. Breakfast. Breakfast's good. The last time we did this, was that before that Fall?" /That/ Fall. "You'd hold the pancake in one hand and some strawberry preserves in the other, right?" Lujayn rolls her eyes and offers up a plate, complete with fork. "This is cleaner." She pulls out a chair and takes a seat, but doesn't blink at Leova's leaning. A few rays of frosty sunlight reach in through the exit to Rielsath's ledge, accompanied by a breeze that doesn't quite reach the kitchen area. Still, Lu shivers. "Don't know how she can stand it out there. Sun's hardly up and we don't have an assignment for at least two more hours." Slicing a sausage in two before dipping it experimentally into the preserves, "Your Vrianth fancy being frozen?" Leova says, "/Lu/," the way another woman would claim heresy. "No, you put the preserves down the center of the pancake and then roll it up around them." Easy as pie? She leans a little further back in her chair, enough that she can tip her head against its back, and starts cutting up the pancake that's actually on her plate. "Vrianth? Depends on whether it's worth it. /Doing/ something, even if it's watching something in particular. Not new for your girl, though, is it?" Lujayn shakes her head. "Sometimes I think she doesn't have reasons, that's the scary part." Apparently a hit, more bits of sausage join the strawberries. "And sometimes she does, so it's that much harder to tell purpose from what's really arbitrary." It's too early to think about draconic motivation, so she reaches for the cider instead. "Vrianth, though. Always very purposeful, from what I remember." "Still is. Doesn't mean I always know what her purpose /is/, mind." And with that, Leova relaxes into a series of easy eating, adding in some of that sausage Lujayn's trying, some more strawberries. Eventually, "Heard you went to the Fort hatching?" "Wouldn't miss it," Lujayn replies happily, feet swinging under the table. "Still miss that place from time to time; hatchings are great excuses to go traveling. Were you there?" Of course 'heard' is not the same as 'saw,' but those galleries can get crowded. "At least I'm not the only one in the dark, then. Thanks." Leova gives her an any-time sort of grin. Then she's back to catching up: "See any old friends? And no. /I/ was cooling my heels at home, thanks to Vrianth. She went up the next day, but of course by then the eggs were long-cracked..." Not that she seems so broken-hearted, but a party somewhere warm is a party somewhere warm. And not that she can resist a glance over her shoulder, to that ledge there. "Idriloth. Again." Lujayn raises a brow at her friend's news, lingering over her latest sip of cider. "I didn't hear /that/. Vrianth playing favorites, maybe?" She suggests, now on to spearing pancake bits. "Sat with N'thei and Satiet, but they booked it out of there pretty quickly. I thought I would recognize some of the Candidates, but it's like Fort has found itself some new faces since I last lived there." A little regretful, but like Leova's case it's nothing broken-hearted. "And X'lar. I got a chance to talk with him, too, after the excitement died down." If the talk with Xie was the unexciting part, her smile tells a different story. "That and he's good. Wish, though... well. L'vae. You know." Leova's mouth pulls to the side and then she just eats some, listening, nodding for their weyrleaders' rapid departure. Again, for those new faces. But the rest, that has Leova sitting forward, pouring more cider and then giving Lujayn another look. An increasingly intrigued look. "You should /see/ your smile. What's going on?" Leova's curiosity prompts a delighted laugh out of Lujayn, who grins toothily across the table. "We...talked." Maybe that's supposed to mean something in girlspeak. The barest shadow of a frown, "I worried about it being more of a dragon thing than a real thing. That Rielsath talking to Malsaeth influenced me, but that sounds silly," A roundabout explanation, but Lu doesn't waste time answering the question: "I can like whoever I want. If Xie likes me too, so much the better." She's happy to divulge, but there's still caution as she continues, "I know he used to be a little into you. Wasn't sure if you'd want to hear about it." /Talked/. Apparently Leova gets it enough that her eyebrows go up, and then down when something pauses her. Again she looks over her shoulder, back towards her ledge. Slowly, back to her friend again, "Reckon it's... not impossible dragons might influence. But they also know us real well. Wouldn't mean it's not real, and it's not as if you can't decide what you like for dessert, hm?" Her gaze focuses on Lujayn again, and there's absolutely no hesitation at all in her, "He had a crush. Just had to wait it out. You like him, he likes you? More power to you. So..." and there goes the teasing, sideways smile. "Spill." Lujayn nods, satisfied enough with that reasoning. "I figured it out after a while. No reason dragons can't like each other as well as their riders. Sounds better to have them in the mix than dragging their heels about it. If Rielsath didn't like Xie, I don't think she'd ever give it a rest." It's her turn to use that sideways smile. "Spill what else? I haven't seen him since, but was thinking of going down to Ista soon. We could do some flying, maybe. Faranth knows he's done enough of his own traveling, it might be nice to have someone else visit /him/ for a change." Leova has to chuckle at that, covering her mouth so she doesn't lose any crumbs, and force a quick swallow. "No. Don't think she would either. And... are you saying that was the first time you met him? Visiting sounds like a good idea, for certain. Especially this time of Turn." How convenient, says her smile. "One thing, though, and... no offense, hm? but... what do you see in him?" "We'd met before, of course," Lujayn is quick to correct that particular impression, setting a personal record for leaving pancakes untouched. "Mal would let Rielsath know if they were in 'Reaches, maybe tell some stories. Xie wrote up a book of the tales they spun and gave it to me last autumn." That's a good memory, and Leova's question sends her back to munching on pancakes. "He's fun. He's honest. I like being around him and look forward to talking to him. I get bits from Rielsath - secondhand from Malsaeth - about what he's like, a good person. Open and honest- did I say that?" At least there's no shortage of positive things from Lu's perspective, but it might have been preferable to a tangent. "And that he wants to spend time with me, that doesn't hurt either." "A book? Of /their/ stories... sounds like he put some thought into it," and maybe Leova would do better to not sound /quite/ so surprised. But. Genuinely, "It all sounds great, Lu. He just better keep treating you right, is all I can say. And... you know? What you said about them talking, makes me think how we do have it easier in at least one way. Maybe. Dragons being able to talk to each other, we can know if someone's... not being themselves. I think." Lujayn just smiles and smiles. "You want to take a look? I have it in the study," Head tilts to the exit hung with strands of colored glass beads. "It is great, it really is. I promise you'll be the first to hear if he doesn't - or maybe right after X'lar himself. Thanks for the support. It's nice to have one more person who thinks I'm not having a silly, dragon-induced, girlish infatuation. I don't exactly have a lot of experience here." "Don't have much experience with telling the difference myself," Leova supposes with a smile pulled wry and just a little inward. "But. You're welcome. And even if it were infatuation, for both of you? Wouldn't be the end of the world. Enjoy it." Her gaze slides back to the study when she finally says, "I would like a look. Pretty sure I'd better have clean hands, though, hm?" There's the smile again, wider. "I plan on it," Lujayn is still beaming as she rises to fetch the book, "Should be some napkins under the platter, that's where they usually hide 'em," She disappears into the next room with the swish of a curtain and the soft clink of glass beads, which hardly have time to settle before she reappears with a leather-bound tome. Metallic embossing in gold and crimson flashes on the spine. "Malsaeth and Rielsath's Stories." Lu announces proudly, seating herself in the chair next to Leova so they can share the book. "Let's see.. Posarth, Sleusath, Saladrith.. all here." Leova finds and employs the napkins while she's gone, and then slides her chair closer yet upon her friend's return, leaning to look. And then to inhale, sharply, "That must have been some work, all right. Beautiful. And /Rielsath's/. Let's see..." and she doesn't seek to touch the thing, but she does look as Lujayn turns the pages, and sometimes she laughs as the stories go on. Sometimes even in the appropriate spots. It's easy to while away time this way, story after story until the book's done and it's time to go. |
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