Logs:Leave it Alone
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| RL Date: 15 February, 2015 |
| Who: Alida, Edyis |
| Type: Log |
| What: Edyis tries engaging a brick wall. |
| Where: Rider's Lounge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 9, Month 1, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Blizzard: Wind and snow make for very bad weather today. The visibility is low, making travel dangerous. |
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| It's around 8:30 at night, and - at this time of the Turn - this means that it's as dark as pitch, with no left-over warmth from the early-setting sun lingering in the air. The perfect time for those done with their duties to be regaining that warmth in the Snowasis... or the Rider's Lounge. She was practically unseen - outside of drills or those times to get food and bathe - for over a sevenday, but tonight, Alida is found sitting alone at a small table at the very back of the Lounge. The silent, pale-headed blonde is sipping from her latest shot of whiskey - two dead soldiers pushed away to table's side, already - and keeping her own counsel, while other riders more-than-studiously avoid her...though very rarely did anyone ever seek the bluie out before her 'gaffe,' either. The lounge at least is welcoming; the fire stoked to its fullest and, for the most part, the bartender on duty has left Alida to her drinks. Bottle in hand, she moves over to the table, settling in one of the empty chairs. The glasses are upended and refilled, just as she fills the extra she brought along with her. "You want to talk to someone about it? Or are you going to keep going like this for the next turn?" The soft soprano voice carries as Edyis studies her combat instructor. The look on Alida's face when she arrived - and now, truth-tell - likely warned Edyis to let her be. And still does...even as the young woman seeks to join her teacher at that shadowed table the bluie appropriates like a mantling hawk. To the other female, a still mostly-sober stare is leveled, her third shot then downed like an old pro before her low alto murmurs, "I'm lettin' you off the hook this time." Flat green eyes - devoid of passion or humor - attach to Edyis' dark gaze, refuse to move as they continue to stare into her, perhaps even through her at something else. "Leave it alone." Edyis meets those eyes unflinching, and when she does break, it's only to knock back her shot. "Hard to leave you alone like this. Especially when you bring it into the bar like a dark cloud following you." She tilts her head studying the blue rider, nudging the remaining glasses in her direction. "Besides, weather you like it or not I worry about you." Her response is fluid, instant, from the hip... like much of what emerges from Alida: "Then I'll take my fuckin' cloud with me." If she were less strung out, there would likely be more heat in her response, but this time, the bluerider's tone is touched with a bone-deep weariness of spirit, and a streak of quiet bitterness that might make the air about her curdle. As if Ed's bottle is the only reason she allowed the not-Scribe to seat herself in the first place, said bottle is scooped up from the table, even as an errant, free hand shoves fingers into a pocket, and plucks out a few coins to pay for the booze...the coins scattered carelessly over the table-top. It's only Ed's last words - as Alida moves to take her first step away towards the exit - that make the woman stop and stare down at her student... her expression confused for a moment. And then something insidious creeps over her face, into eyes - stinging, even self-scathing empty humor - and it inspires the bluerider to mutter, "Don't waste yer time..." A pull from the bottle presages a thin and wintry little slice of a smirk before the woman nearly-whispers mostly to herself, "...Or time will waste *you*." Off she strides towards the exit, accompanied by some outright stares, a few sneers, and even one expression of understanding from other riders who linger here. Maybe what keeps most tongues from waggling in front of the blonde is her reputation. "That isn't what I meant Al -" but she doesn't even get to finish the words. The bottle the marks, Edyis doesn't move from her seat knowing better than to try again. Even at the last dark brows remained furrowed. Eventually she gets back to work. Though she doesn't quite seem ready to let it go. Whatever Edyis meant isn't on Alida's mind, currently. Only the darkest of dark thoughts and the need to banish them by inebriating herself so fully as to make her mind useless the rest of tonight and at least part of her upcoming rest day occupy the bluerider, and she offers her student nothing but her retreating back as she makes her way out to an equally-sullen Ilicaeth, then back to their weyr. |
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