Logs:Lady Brightsky and Madame Stink-Eye Go Shopping
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| RL Date: 16 June, 2013 |
| Who: Alida, Telavi |
| Type: Log |
| What: Alida and Telavi go shopping! for clothes! and then there are drinks! No, really! |
| Where: Weaverhall |
| When: Day 27, Month 13, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions, Babetta/Mentions, C'wlin/Mentions, D'kan/Mentions, E'sren/Mentions, I'zech/Mentions, K'zin/Mentions, Meara/Mentions, N'hax/Mentions, N'ky/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, Sabella/Mentions |
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| Watch out, world: the weyrlings are out, and terrorizing the Boll area! That is, if by 'terrorizing,' one means getting their good leathers fitted. After Ilicaeth and Solith land their pair of humans in the field nearby the Weaver Hall, the blonde immediately starts stripping down to her light shirt, leaving all her outer gear rolled up into her blue's carrying packs. "Wonder if Ista's as humid as here?" is called lightly over to the greenrider, the blonde soon dismounting, and daubing some sweat from her brow with the back of one wrist. Tela has less to remove, as she'd been willing to freeze and then thaw again in the comfort of the southern peninsula, though even now she takes her jacket with her by way of a portable purse. "It probably is, and there are going to be storms, and the food's going to get all moldy," the weyrling replies cheerfully. She adds to Solith, "Don't eat anything I wouldn't eat," before entering through the wooden gate, hanging on it a moment to see if it'll creak as it swings her the rest of the way through. "How are you holding up, Alida? Any plans to get sick and fall over per," newly-made, "wingsecond tradition? Because if you do, I'm going to ask that you not breathe on me." "Ya' *had* ta' go and say it, didn'cha'? Fucking *ruin* it..." the paler blonde groans with half-dark humor, half asperity when Telavi just has to mention storms and moldy food. Ilicaeth's shoulder is given an affectionate, easy punch, the blue chuffing and mock-staggering a little towards Solith as he watches his rider and her companion depart, Alida soon snorking at the greenie's reason for inquiring about her health. "Good...*so far*... knock on wood." There's nothing of that substance on her to knock upon, and so the woman looks over her shoulder, and makes the appropriate gesture at what might just be Ilicaeth's head, then returning her gaze to her noon position, again. "What'd ya' think I put on all the proper gear for? Don't wanna end up like wheezing Waki." Smirk. And just for proper effect, the bluie leans over a little, and tries to exhale on Tela. "That's me, Lady... hm, 'Brightsky' sounds better than 'Optimist,'" Tela decides, just about as entertained as Solith is with Ilicaeth's play-acting. As the green unfurls her diaphanous wings to soak up the sunshine, peeking at the other young dragon one more time beneath her wing, her rider enters the shade of the Hall proper. "Or at least more romantical, don't you think? I like your allit... Alida!" She sounds scandalized. "What did you go and do that for? I'm going to tell D'kan." Not Sabella, that might seem too serious. "The nerve." To the apprentice who's faltering out of their path, "Don't worry, the mindhealers are almost done with her." Poor apprentice, he's not well enough acquainted with her to know what those dimples mean. He too goes for the sunning option, Ilicaeth splaying his broad body down upon the lush, wild grasses...and then proceding to wriggle away, rather like a dog. Farther beyond the pair of dragons, "Just *don't* be one of those damned chirpy gits. Get on m'nerves..." Sounds like typical Alida. "More like dopey..." is factored in towards Telavi, her mock-aghastness met with a nose-wrinkle and a dry, "I'm callin' bullshit on that." Said faltering apprentice gets an eyeroll and a lift of shoulders, the blue weyrling waiting until they're beyond the crafter to flip Tela a casual bird and a droll, "Maybe I oughta' head up Fort Weyr way, then. Fit right in." Snert. Just for that, when Alida makes that gesture, Telavi giggles like the other girl's just that funny. Of course, it could be what would have come out anyway, but if knowing Tela's the first hint, the timing alone's the second, and then there's that sharp, teasing glance out of the corner of her eye to seal the deal. All that, even before Tela warns sweetly, "There's more where that came from... Fort Weyr, though?" Apparently she's been listening to different gossip. "And what do you want for leathers, anyway? Blue, blue and more blue?" "Y'sound like a wherry..." the pragmatic woman grunts, looking all around her at the sight of this Hall she's never seen before, Alida sticking a little of her tongue out quickly at Telavi for that glance. "Don't make me haf'ta' pummel you..." is groused out, the bluerider then nodding once, and dropping her voice to a whisper in this public place. "Heard a bit uv talk about their junior sendin' a candidate 'r two t'the mindhealers ta' check 'em out. Guess they're still walkin' on eggshells after her previous clutch had some eggs stolen." Shrug. "Fuck no; got enough blue ta' last me a lifetime." Cue a quick smirky-grin and a jerk of a thumb over her shoulder, back out towards the field and Ilicaeth. "I think black's too harsh a color fer me ta wear well." There's a serruptitious glance over at the greenie, as if she might have some better ideas than the fashion-challenged bluerider. "Mmm, pummel me. In public! I wonder what D'kan would have to say about that." Is that second apprentice blushing because of them? Telavi gives the girl, or boy, hard to tell with its stick-straight figure and the way its hair is hanging into its eyes, a beatific smile before moving right along. Her head's tipped to Alida's, and then she's nodding, but she also says, "I wonder how many of our class would have made it through mindhealers... What do you think the odds are? An awful business, stealing eggs," and even Telavi can't seem to joke about it, though she does crack a smile if not a shell at the reference to Ilicaeth. For black, she can say approvingly, "I agree. It would wash you out, and it scuffs terribly besides. Unless you wanted to look washed out, I suppose, impersonate a ghost and give some poor cotholder a fright." "Pervert..." Alida mutters in return, her casual-seeming reply perhaps making the apprentice redden even further. Sicko riders! More quietly again, "Deke woulda' passed. *Maybe* N'hax 'n E'sren. Rest uv' us... in therapy for *evah*." Cue a crossing of clear greens, and a crazy face from the bluie, who then nods gravely in agreement with Tela. "Maybe a medium brown?" comes after a few moments for thought, the pair treading deeper and deeper within the place. Telavi might have giggled for that face Alida made, entirely for real this time, except for how she's looking surprised all of a sudden. "N'hax, really? After all that? But medium brown is nice, it's practical and not expensive," she says, her voice aiming to stay positive. "It goes with everything, too. Just a moment." She has a door to pop through, a journeyman to chat up as though they're well acquainted, but it isn't long before Tela scoots back out again... or is shooed, or both. She looks pleased, anyway. "Although, since the Weyr is paying for this set, why not have them be as nice as you can get them? Color is one thing, but let's make sure they use a nice leather that isn't too soft, something that will hold up, and then there's the matter of fit. What else do you have in mind? What about a pretty lining?" After a couple of side hallways, finally they make it to a larger waiting area. "Yeah. He's been pretty steady...'cept fer recently." The 'incident.' "C'wlin's... slippery." Or something. As for brown... well, Alida looks a little uncertain when Telavi agrees so readily, the guard hemming and hawing for once as she murmurs, "I dunno. Maybe a really dark green." Ahh *good*. The bluie was hoping Tela knew the place and the people much better than she did...which is not at all, for Alida. "I figured if I got too nice uv' a set, Quinlys 'n Aishani'd be after me like rabid tunnelsnakes." Thought of that doesn't make the weyrling wish any less for some really nice threads, however. "Guess I want it fitting me nicely, but with enough room ta move well." Telavi might call that word 'tailored.' Word of pretty linings has the pale blonde giving a subconscious little wriggle of sensual indulgence. "You think... C'wlin talked him off the straight and narrow?" Telavi's brows draw in, bemused. "Or the whatever, really," and there are just a few more moments for that topic, if that, because a short man's approaching them for intake. Yes, they're expected. Yes, they can just follow him. Meanwhile, "Oh, not too nice, not unless you want to pay for upgrades! It's just something that... yes! Like you say, exactly that. Fitting, moving well, that's so important," and Tela can't help but smile at seeing Alida's wriggle on top of everything else. "It's not as though all we have to be able to do is sit down and stand up without ripping a seam, is it?" Time for measurements, and though Telavi murmurs about hers being on file, she holds still for hers being taken by a senior apprentice under the watchful eye of the girl's journeyman. "Personally, I think C'wlin talked him inta' actin' like a 15 Turn old, when he shoulda' known better..." Alida replies laconically, then shushing herself for this important... whatever the fuck it is. At least Tela knows what's supposed to be done. "Mhm," is all the bluie has to say, agreeing with her much more competent contemporary, even as she resigns herself to having to let someone unknown touch her a bunch for the fitting. At least it's a fellow female doing the more intimate work. After a few moments... "So." Pause, look around, stand still. "Whadda' *you* think?" Beat. Oh! "About the colors?" Tela could laugh, almost laughs, by her expression would love to laugh... but instead, she's behaving. Part of that is craning to try and make sure her measurements are being taken just right, not that she ever has rated even an apprentice's knot, but that never has stopped her from having had opinions. "Dark green for the lining would be lovely. For the leathers themselves... if it were me, I'd want to bargain for a good pot of stain to cover up the nicks and scratches that they will get. I don't know if the color will match, re-staining? but at least it wouldn't show as much, don't you think?" The slender smirk upon Alida's lips might seem to encourage that laugh within Tela, but she doesn't get it, which makes the guard sigh softly and resume thinking about whatever as her fellow weyrling starts oggling her own proper fitting. And then the greenrider's replying to her inquiry, and dragging 'lida's mind back into the here and now, the woman murmuring in her typical clipped fashion, "So, y'like medium-brown fer the outside, then?" A quick bobbing of her pale head to the idea of a hunter-green inner lining soon transitions into the woman's "Dunno." She's not 'at home' in this kind of environment, though it does seem as if the bluerider has at least a decent set of color-matching instincts about her. At least she didn't choose paisley. After a few moments, Ilicaeth's contacting Solith with a humored and lightly gritty, « Alida wants ta' ask Telavi about how ta' bargain for that stupid stain. » Obviously the bluie wants to keep *this* conversation quiet. « Don' think so hard, sugar. Y'll burn out yer head. » It's light, only mildly caustic, and touched with a comraderie that might've taken any other being decades to forge with Alida. (Ilicaeth to Alida) « So speaks the intellectual equivalent uv' a block uv' firestone. » Snerk. Right back atcha, toots. Oh, the love! (Alida to Ilicaeth) "You could have piping in different colors too," Tela points out as part of her agreement, "Or even inserts, those can be reworked if you change your mind about what colors you like down the road without doing the whole thing. Or a decorative back panel, it's not as though that sees much wear and tear, you know?" But the journeyman's giving her a look like, Why do I always wind up with the difficult ones? so she hastily steps back and gets set to change into her normal clothes. Solith's been sunning, but she can bestir herself for Ilicaeth, even if her thoughts still are hazy. « Then she should ask her, » she offers with drowsy helpfulness, or at least, would-be helpfulness. « She doesn't want ta' give away any secrets... » Ilicaeth notes dryly to lazy Solith, the blue then prodding her mentally with a slightly scouring gust of golden sand. « Pass it on. » Or he might not hear the end of it. On the more human front, Alida looks a little overwhelmed by everything Tela's suggesting, and so she simply quiets down, especially when the journeyman's giving the greenie the stink-eye. Finally, she *has* to mumble to her fitter, "I, uh... want the color medium brown; nice lining on the inside (duh, that's where a lining belongs) a dark green. Want it all ta' fit me very well, with enough room ta' move decently in." Screw the inserts, piping, decorations...she's got an image to maintain, after all. Nothing about the stain is mentioned, though the woman's greens slip over to the other weyrling pointedly, inquiringly. Solith winces, and looks at Ilicaeth reproachfully. « Fine. » But that still wasn't very nice! And, more tentatively, « How is that a secret? It is what people do. » Bargaining. Telavi sighs. "Tell the nice woman what counts as a 'nice' lining, Alida. Can you handle a pattern? Do you like slippery on the inside of your sleeves, so it's quick to put your arms through even when you're wearing a sweater, or does that make you cold? How many sweaters do you like to wear? Tell them it bothers you if things rustle, even if it doesn't, for my sake." No sign about stains, just yet. Maybe she hadn't gotten the message? He's about getting down to business, when it's his ass or Alida's on the line... even if it's about stupid human clothes. « Thanks sugarbeet. » And Ilicaeth even sends a desert-gust of sage and aloe-scented breeze her way to smooth the grittiness of his former sending. What a guy! "Uh... quick on and off, I guess. Slippery-soft." Like sisal. A slightly daft look at Telavi is finally met by the light bulb going on, and a quick, "How 'bout a pattern uv' ivy leaves on the inside?" to the fitter. Between the greenie and the crafter tailoring her: "I wear one heavy sweater. Layers uv thick 'n thin." Head scritch. "I want it ta' be quiet. No creakin' leather, rustlin' fabric." An honest, rarer smile of thanks for Telavi soon enough falls into a more tentative expression, the palest-blonde wondering why the greenrider's not dragon-speaking back to her, yet. That's better. Some. « She says, » Solith relates tentatively still, « that if it is brown, then you do not need the stain, because that is for the green, and the brown is... brown, by itself, it will stay its own color instead of just being a different color on top, if they do it right? So even if it is scraped, it will be its own color underneath? » Does that make sense? Solith isn't sure. Telavi's looking at Alida intently as though that might make up for anything lost in translation, while the weaver murmurs agreeably about the jacket being easy to put on, not needing a lot of ease in the fit, quiet, no surprises there. "I like the ivy too," Telavi encourages. "It won't show stains as much, if it's not too precise a pattern. Or do you want precise?" The weaver chimes in, "We can do printed or painted, woven, embroidered, appliqued, all sorts of methods," and she's all set to usher Alida off to see examples. « I guess that makes sense. » Herdbeast hide is herdbeast hide to him. Pause. « OK, told 'er. Give Telavi 'er thanks. » His own was just offered, an echo of those scents lingering in Solith's mind for a few moments before Ilicaeth withdraws completely. Inside the fitting room, Alida's looking a little far-away and thoughtful, her greens finally focusing completely again as she nods a couple of times to Tela, then listens to the weaver once more. The guard has only the vaguest ideas of what some of those techniques are, and so nods in agreement a few times with the idea of seeing what they look like...but she isn't going alone. No way. If the Weavers try to escort her along, the greenie's hand is suddenly snatched at, and latched upon firmly if it succeeds in grasping. « Beast hide's already brown ta' start with. No need fer stain ta keep it that way, even if it scratches. » Sigh. « Yer puttin' a lotta' effort inta' makin' a set uv' work gear look pretty. » His unspoken gust of sandy thought: why bother. (Ilicaeth to Alida) « 'Cause it's my first, real set uv' nice clothing. » And she fucking deserves it after everything she's been through. (Alida to Ilicaeth) « Fair 'nuff. » Swirl. (Ilicaeth to Alida) Solith is relieved. « I will! » That might not only have been shared with Telavi but shared loudly, given the greenrider's sudden wince. The weaver apprentice may look at Tela funny, but the weaver's more used to such things from riders out of the blue, and besides, they have priorities, so off they go... with the girls suddenly holding hands. Telavi's looking back at Alida with even more startlement this time, followed by a would-be reassuring smile and a squeeze of her hand in return. "Printed is usually less expensive," she murmurs, normalizing it, all of this is normal, "but sometimes it can wear, though embroidery can abrade... a lot depends on what they have on hand, maybe large pieces from other things that can be reused." It's fine, says Tela's tone. She knows this territory. That wince of Tela's brings a knowing smirk to Alida's features. And thank goodness, the greenie's following her along - not that the bluie's grasp would allow for much naysaying, unless Telavi yanked - the paler blonde finally releasing her grasp once she's assured that she's accompanied by someone she knows and seems to trust the judgement of is nearby. Maybe 'lida's scared of Crafters? Between listening to her fellow weyrling and the crafter, too, her brain is full of images and ideas of what the lining of her jacket is going to turn out like. "Uh... I don' mind a random pattern on the inside." Both women turn to Alida, but Tela gets it out first, her glance to the weaver half-apologetic because what must she think of them, really? "Not random. It might look random, if you don't know, but really, it's prettier if thought goes into it, and more practical also," and it's only now that she might realize that this might not necessarily be helping Alida's comfort level any. While she's taking a breath, the weaver says, "Don't worry about a thing," and gets a grateful look from Tela. They'll handle it! The weaver follows up with, "Would you even like to look at samples, weyrling Alida, or shall we just see what we come up with on our own? I think I have an idea of what you might like, enough to make it a pleasant surprise." This might be the first time Telavi's ever seen Alida look a little overwhelmed or out of her depths, the bluerider's gaze flicking like she's at a tennis match between crafter and fellow weyrling in indecision. Oh thank Faranth! Somebody in the know's going to handle this unknown thing! A sigh of relief she can't quite hold in issues from the guard's lungs, her posture wilting just a little even as the out-of-her-element weyrling clips off, "As long as it ain't gaudy 'r tacky, the surprise sounds fine. "Guess I like classy, elegant." *Her*? She's kidding, right? Another look to Telavi; did I say that right? Telavi's smiling brightly, maybe a little too brightly, but the journeyman doesn't take offense. "I wouldn't put you into something tacky," the journeyman assures Alida, afterwards giving Tela a look that's not without sympathy, but also says, Look, take it easy on your friend already. It's a very speaking look. Telavi subsides, and this time when she smiles at Alida it's a touch more relaxed again. "I'll just confer with her for a few more minutes, if that's all right, and then we can go? Unless there was something else you want," and can afford? "Blouses, pretty underthings, another sweater?" She's quite appreciative of being off the fashion hook, Alida slowly relaxing from her flash-anxiety over how to accoutre herself, giving a grateful, if quick nod and faint smile to the Weaver. "Thanks..." is murmured back, the bluie then blinking at Telavi, and noting quickly, "Shells yeah; yer fine. Take what time ya' need. I figure we c'n have a drink after we get done." And then Tela's enchanting the often stoic female with the rare (and odd, to her) siren's call of other pretties...and with a bit of guilt, the guard mutters, "Guess I really could use another bra." Telavi fairly sparkles, "A drink sounds delightful," and that's even before they get to the bra thing, which has her assessing the other weyrling with a different sort of interest. "No better time like the present, since we're in such capable hands," and if that's buttering up the journeyman, her smile to the older woman is transparently sweet about it. Which doesn't mean she doesn't preempt the journeyman by metaphorically bouncing in to ask, "What kind of bra? Something to be seen in, or just something that's not your old one?" With that new assessment from Tela comes a hint of pink at the bluerider's cheeks, Alida turning her gaze to some nearby piece of furniture or whatever. If she wasn't so off-kilter, the woman might notice the greenie's cloyingly sweet smile to the crafter, and make ill faces at her. What-who-me?!? "Uh...just a regular one, I guess." Stare. "Why would anyone wanna' have a bra be seen?" Oh wait; there's one instance she can think of where someone else seeing such a garment might be pretty nice... And this time, 'lida does actually color. "Are you really asking me that question?" Telavi's all wide eyes at Alida, wide eyes and a truly brilliant smile, the latter of which she's a little too slow to hide behind her hand. "You mean, you and N'ky don't..." It's muffled, but all too audible before her hands fly up to cover her eyes, instead. "Why don't you two talk, and I'll just sit here and pretend I'm not seeing anything. Unless you want me in on it, anyway." "Shut up..." the woman mutters, casting a small glower at Telavi and her smile, then gesturing the crafter closer, even as she starts pulling her short-sleeved shirt out of its tuck in her pants, then over her head. She's jumping into this fitting with both feet first, quite suddenly, and this likely has to do with the bluie feeling a tad humiliated and grumpy. Her bra is a rather sad sight: the dull white cotton thing thin with age and use, sporting a few tiny holes here and there. And then that almost question about her and N'ky comes up, and quite suddenly Alida's eye-narrowing at the greenie, and noting with some ire, "He's a buddy, so get that shit *right* outta' yer fuckin' head." Oh dear; they're in mixed company that might not be 'used' to the sometimes touchy weyrling's mannerisms. That apprentice is all of a sudden giggling like there's going to be gossip in the dining room hall tonight, whereas the journeyman sighs, heavily. "I'll thank you to watch your language, weyrling," though the title's more a simple appellation than an attempt to put the bluerider in her place. Telavi, who couldn't help but peek what with that language, like maybe Alida's going to throw something at her and she's going to have to duck, also can't help but giggle before hiding her eyes again. At least she only giggles once, though of course then she has to add, "Yes, Alida. Of course, Alida." If she's smirky, at least behind her hands it won't show... as much. The journeyman clears her throat and goes on about how it would help Alida to have two fresh ones, she could alternate them, they would last longer, that could be simple enough to add as part of tithe as long as Alida doesn't want lace or other choices that run the cost up. On, and on, and on, front or side or back closures, compression for riding or uplift with or without padding, so on and so on and so on, and then there are colors. If the journeyman has her way, she'll have those measurements done and decisions made before they can get into any more trouble. All right, so maybe the apprentice will now be gossiping for tomorrow breakfast when she can be assured that Alida's not going to overhear and get her, because she does look pretty intimidated with how she slinks lower in her seat and settles for taking notes on what the journeyman arranges for her. Tela may have missed the bird what with her eyes having been covered again, but she does append in a not so quiet whisper, "Make one of them pretty!" right there at the end. "I'm *not* a 'pretty' person..." Alida growls low to Telavi, the woman appearing as if she's right now wishing for something heavy and painful to appear in her hand so she can hurl it with much force at the greenrider. Once again, her snapping greens flick and affix to the apprentice, continuing the death stare (tm) that promises oblivion if gossipy bad shit should ever make it to the paler blonde's ears. And, once all her humiliating measurements are taken for the damned bras, the bluie's jerking her shirt back on, and roughly tucking it into her pants again. "'Elegant,' then," Telavi quotes the paler blonde from earlier with a sad, sad sigh, only to mouth 'pretty!' at whomever's watching. At the end, "I can look now? Tell me I can look now. I think we need those drinks... and thank you very much for your help, Journeyman, Apprentice." "Whatever..." is groused out pissily, Alida then noting brusquely to Tela, "Decent..." of herself. "Just fer all that cr..ud, y'll buy yer *own* drink." So effing *there*! A more surly, silent bob of her pale head in thanks is offered to the journeyman, but not that giggling prat of an apprentice. "But Alida," Telavi says with a sniff on their way out, "I never took you for someone who does take-backs." Not that Alida ever promised, but Tela's skipping that now. Glancing both ways down the hallway, she gives the other weyrling a quick nod and slips outside for what proves to be a slightly longer walk, perhaps, but simpler and where they'll be able to see the dragons sooner. More softly, "Is this better?" "I never offered ya' a drink, now, did I?" the woman mutters around a chill smirk, rubbing it in some, then shutting up as Tela moves them around some inside, then back outside the Hall. After some moments, "Huh?" is uttered to the greenling's inquiry. Despite the sideways glance that seems tempted, in the end Telavi doesn't tease the other weyrling further...for now. "Now that we're outside," she says. "Out from," her wave denotes the Hall, not that they aren't still on its grounds, the people and clothing-talk and everything. She's not used to the typical teasing most females seem to offer each other, apparently. All it seems to do is go over Alida's head, or piss her off. "Yeah..." is muttered with leftover grumpiness, the bluie giving a soft sigh. "Where to, now?" is noted, the woman already wanting to get on with it. She's not used to the typical teasing most females seem to offer each other, apparently. All it seems to do is go over Alida's head, or piss her off. "Yeah..." is muttered with leftover grumpiness, the bluie giving a soft sigh. "Where to, now?" is noted, the woman already wanting to get on with it. Telavi tilts her head to the side, assessing Alida, and in the end doesn't offer a choice. Because, "Oh, I know, come on." It's not that far a walk, down this path and that into the jungle, and then there's a ladder and what proves to be a comfortable-enough cave: not too classy, not too much of a dive, "Not too expensive," Tela murmurs to her fellow weyrling as they enter. "But fun!" Just look at those swinging chairs. She does? Looking all around as they advance, Alida makes certain to keep on her mental toes, though when she finally ascends those stairs behind Telavi - peering all about the new place - the sight of the place earns the greenrider a laconic, "A half-dive." Smirk. Once fully inside, the bluie murmurs to her companion, "How'd y'learn about this place?" "Friends." Telavi's smile at Alida has dimples. "It's one nice thing about growing up in a Weyr, knowing the right sort of people," even if that might have been the wrong sort where her uncle might have been concerned. She nods to the bartender but it's not as though they appear to know each other, particularly. Lots of people walk through bars, and Telavi and her paler-blonde companion are just two of them. "Which seat do you want? Let me guess... your back to the wall?" "Ahh..." Alida lets slide from her lungs, a smirk overtaking her lips as the two riders ease inward. "Shoulda' known." Casually noting the type of people who frequent the place right now, the woman flashes a shit-eating grin at Telavi for a moment as she nods her agreement. "Always 'n whenever possible." They're just people, locals maybe by the looks of their clothes, some fishermen, a few riders. They don't pay the girls any more mind than a pair of blondes usually get, which is to say there's some attention but not of the knifely variety. The menu's painted on a board, pretty drinks and some salty snack food, plus orangefruit with the rest out of season. Tela plops herself down on one of those swinging chairs, props her feet up, and uses it to push gently forward and back. "Does it cramp your style?" she wonders. "Having to keep our head for betweening." She got about as many openly-carried knives about her person as Jo does, but Alida's not in a mood for scrapping today, the paler blonde instead taking up one of those funny seats beside Tela, and smiling a bit at the whole rocking thing. After leaning back some into the thing, she replies, "Nah. Wasn't plannin' on gettin' tipsy." A lift of brow for the greenie. "Why; didja' think I'm a perpetual souse when off-duty?" Smirk. "No, your weyr doesn't smell awful enough for that," Telavi says cheerfully, one pretty fingertip in the air to glide right down the list of drinks. "And you aren't building a pyramid of bottles to turn back in, or if you did, you hid them from me," all mock-betrayed. "Have you decided anything about the bed-curtains since last time? Oh, and they have sandwiches, I forgot the sandwiches... but I'd rather save my marks, I think." "Yeah... I could've bleached it down, 'r somethin'," Alida adds with bland casualness, trying not to smirk again at Telavi's mock-betrayal. "Mhm. I want inner 'n outer ones. The heavier outer'll be no real problem, but the inner... Well, dunno' how long it'll take me ta rank it. Gonna have ta be kinda..." Think of the right word. "Diaphanous. Is sisal the only fabric like that?" A companionable shake of head is given to word of sandwiches, the bluie then snerking. "I think I spent too much, anyway, on those bras." That last is quiet. "That wouldn't have been obvious at all, the bleach smell," Tela teases. "And oh, no! It's just how it's woven, sisal's what it's made of, you can get gauzy out of all sorts of things. Linen of course, cotton might be too expensive, sisal is wonderful if you can afford it... even wool if they treat it just right so the strands like to stick together instead of move all about where you don't want them, and if you have a firelizard then there are claws... I'm running on, aren't I, but then you did ask." And now Telavi does lower her voice to reply to Alida, just as quietly. "I couldn't say what's important to you, to spend on... but I think you'll like them, a lot. It's the sort of comfort you can enjoy every day, right next to your skin, you know?" "Could've had Ilicaeth take a crap ta' cover up the bleach smell, then..." the bluerider notes dryly, her quick little far-away look likely speaking silent volumes as to her connecting with her blue, for a moment, over that little communication. Snicker. And then the important talk of how to properly outfit her new home starts up again, and 'lida's all ears for her weyrling companion, her greens flashing with some pleasure at the news Tela gives her. "Oh, good! Whatever's the easiest on my pocketbook, plus looks decent *and* winds up being stronger." That the other blonde remembers Alida having previously mentioned thinking about getting a fire lizard gains her some thoughtful kudos and a slender smirk. As for the bras, "Yeah...s'what I thought, too. This one kinda itches in spots, now. Rougher. And it's not holdin' up the way it used to." Grin. « Yeah; and while you're *in* the weyr. » A sandy-rough image of Alida covered in dragon excrement fades away quickly, as does the blue's rumble of laughter. (Alida to Ilicaeth) The more crisp image of her shoveling the blue's shit...and then suddenly dumping it atop his very baby-esque head follows his own image. Take that. (Alida to Ilicaeth) At that, Telavi can't help but giggle. Giggle, with Alida, in public! And that last quip, it's likely to send her right back there, except then she settles for, "I like the way you pun." She might say more, except here comes a barmaid and they have drinks to order, Telavi's one that's bound to be pretty and frothy like she's making a statement or something. Once Alida's had hers and the barmaid's gone, "Do you have any ideas yet, for which wing you'd like? I'm so glad we don't have to answer yet. It keeps seeming like it's going to be forever and not nearly long enough." "I mostly don' even notice," the bluie confesses around her grin. "I think it's Ilicaeth's influence, really. That dragon's got a mouth on'im that'll bust a gut... or burn ya' to the ground." The wry sound of her alto might silently say that even his lifemate isn't spared the blue's frequent witticisms. Ah, drinkie-snack time! The woman orders a Bomber - what the hell, it's a nice day to celebrate! - and then cants her pale head some in order to hear Tela better over the small noise around them. "Gettin' more uv' one, yeah. Still...no matter what wing any uv us're in...ya can't escape the crazy." Eyeroll. "He's kind to Solith, most days. She likes him," and the bluerider might know that, but the greenrider says it anyway, just in case. She glances briefly towards the exit, then pushes away from the footstep, the chair swinging higher to accommodate it. "No, I don't expect that. Still, there's bound to be some better than others, for what we want... I wonder what will happen if too many of us want the same wings, who we'll wind up with, who we won't. It already seems like we don't see each other as much, not the same way," and that turns out a little more pensive than Tela might like. "He's not spoken about 'er at length. Good..." the paler blonde clips off, glancing out the direction their dragons are settled in that field. "Somebody in this partnership's gotta be better with others." Smirk. Than her. "Yeah... dunno. Maybe there'll be *someone* in this fucked up place we call home with an inkling uv' where we'll fit in well, and position us accordingly." And from her slightly sarcastic tone, Alida also believes that'll be the day when pigs will fly. "Yeah...we're pretty independent...'cept fer N'ky." Grin. A small lean in towards the shifting greenie soon finds the guard inquiring, "You 'n K'zin still bumpin' the uglies?" Smirk. "No reason why he should," Telavi's quick to mention. Though, "Does he often? Speak about them, at length?" She doesn't speak to just how much better he might or might not be than Alida, just smiles, and a little more for that elusive someone." "It could happen!" she starts to contribute, but then Alida continues, and so when the bluerider leans in, she gets quite the view of wide, bluish-green eyes. "What? Alida." Telavi practices her glower on the other weyrling, never mind that she's still pale but for the dull blush to her cheeks. She glances for the barmaid, like her drink can't come soon enough. "Not that I know uv'..." the guard notes equitably enough. "I think Ilicaeth shares stuff about other dragons mostly when it's a stand-out happenstance." Or important to either of them. "What's Solith think uv' her various clutchmates?" is inquired just for kicks, it seems, Alida then snorting roughly at Tela's apparently incurable optimism. Her wingmate's forced glower and admonishment get a slender smirk from the bluerider, one of her index fingers rising upon the air, and drawing a hash mark upon it. Zing. But, it's on to other things, and 'lida's nothing if not business-like, often enough. "So; tell me what *you* think about all this fuckin' runner shit goin' on at home." Beat. "Leadership, Lord 'n Lady Holders, pirates 'n stupid bronzers." Smirk. Apparently Telavi's too busy being perturbed by her fellow weyrling's perfidy, even if it is payback, to think back to those early-on questions. That, or she's enthralled with runner shit, because she wrinkles her nose at Alida and proceeds to think about it. Except she doesn't have to think long, because, "Awful. It's all awful. Awful, awful, awful. I just hope some more tithe gets in soon. Why does this thing even happen? Why," and this might progress further into rant territory, except that look, drinks! That nose-wrinkle makes the bluie's eyes twinkle a bit, but Telavi's response to the more important 'shit' has Alida's lips twisting just a little. "Awful, how?" is murmured quietly, the woman then nodding her thanks to the server as she accepts her multi-layered, sweet drink of many complimentary flavors. A testing sip pronounces it decent, and the blonde takes a bigger one, smiling quietly at the rarer tastes of amaretto, irish cream, kaluah, and other things. After some moments for thought, "Got any bets on who's gonna be Weyrleader next gold flight... Shells, 'r which queen'll go up next?" Tela has a longer swallow of hers, which is not only as frothy as predicted but peachy, and offers her glass to Alida. Her, "Swap you tastes," sounds an awful lot like, 'Dare you.' "Why can't people just... be loyal? Follow directions? Think of 'creative solutions' that actually help instead of making things worse? Why is it so hard not to make things worse, Alida?" She lets that note rest before shaking her head for Alida's last question, or both of them, even. "I'm not even starting down that road." A shrug has the woman quite easily accepting that wordless 'dare,' the frothy thing taken as she passes over her lowball glass of layered yum. As for the rest of the conversation... "'Cause politics 'n personalities almost always get in the way." Sigh, sip...head quirk. "Not too bad." Is she kidding? "Look at all the personal agendas people've got goin', right now...'n so many uv' 'em at odds. It's too bad we can't do things like the crafters did, at the Weyr. Y'know; elect a head representative chosen by everyone. I think this leavin' 'leaders up ta' random dragonflights has gotten Weyrs in just as much hot water as anything else." A nod for not wanting to touch the very 'touchy' subject of golds and Weyrleaders, and the woman takes another sip of the peachy fizzy drink, then looking over to Tela again. "What'cha' think?" Of Alida's chosen drink. Telavi tries not to disrupt the layers too much as she sips, eyes widening at the sheer sweetness. For all of its frothiness, her own drink has a tang to it, not just citron but something more unusual. "I think mine's going to taste pretty sour when I get it back," she says to Alida quite ruefully, which doesn't mean that she doesn't hold Alida's out to complete the trade. "Politics and personalities, look at you, alliterating. They're all over the place, but I have to think most people... most people are trying to do what they think is right? I hope. I don't know if that should make it better if they're still awful about it, though... you really like that, the voting? It sounds like such a mess, they still haven't decided." "This one's got a nice tang. Not used ta peach, but I think I'll try it again some time..." Alida notes, sipping deeply from the concoction, then passing it back over to Tela. "Never heard uv' it..." the bluie murmurs to word of alliteration, accepting her own drink back, and taking another sip of it. "Better...worse... what the fuck ever. All I've personally seen is knots uv' folks tryin' ta advance their own positions 'n agendas." She sounds a little sour about it, though resigned. "Wonder if our class'll ever get ta make a difference." "Well." Telavi leans back, crossing her legs neatly at the ankle, and gives Alida a long look. "It sounds like part of our class already has, though not a good one. But how is it working out for you, wingseconding this time around? Are you trying anything," she tips her glass from side to side, now that it's no longer full, "different?" "They learned well, obviously..." Alida notes darkly of the two weyrling bronzlings, rolling her eyes briefly, then taking another sip of her drink. "Been okay. Got experience." Snork. "Nice workin' with Deke." No word of Sabella. "Not tryin' anything. I'm just support." Being a 'second. Really wanna try out more uv that rescue stuff, though. Made a recommendation ta' do so." Will anyone listen to it? Not up to her. "More than improving their sulking skills," Telavi can hope. She's nodding about experience, nodding about D'kan, but stops nodding at that lack of Sabs and more, that 'just support.' Her eyes linger on Alida. "I guess it depends on how things go. Maybe because you mostly know the ropes? E'sren... we felt like a team, and I'd like to try that rescue stuff with you, even if nobody else does." She leaves silence to underline that, but in the end she has to break it, too. Her voice has softened rather than hardened, though, to do it. "It's funny, you know. How you know all these people from before, well, who they are now. Have they changed much?" "And losing a few pounds..." the guard addends dryly. At the lingering of Tela's teal gaze, Alida lifts one brow slightly, shrugs, and goes on when the greenrider continues to speak. Sip. "Yeah; I feel more at home with it, this time. Deke's steady, easygoin', as always..." It's *her* turn, this time, to hesitate just a little, fingers absently spinning her glass around a little. "If the friggin' weyrlingmasters'll let us. Wonder if lazy ol' I'zech'd be the one ta' bring it up to fer the best response?" Snert. As to Tela's last, the paler blonde can't help but looking over straight into her eyes, holding them for a few long moments, and then noting low, without hesitation, "I didn't really know anybody before." Unposken: I was a-social, remember? "I think some have, yeah." Sip. "How 'bout you?" "It's a pity, when it's muscle," Telavi sighs, but can't let herself be distracted for more than that moment, visibly focusing on Alida again. She's in no hurry, she sips with just a murmur of, "You sound comfortable with him," like that's a good way to be. "I could see I'zech. Meara, she seems so tired, Quinlys so harried," her voice low out of more than habit as though one of them could be lurking right at the next table, ready to lock them in the barracks too. "I don't think he'd get in our way, anyway, not if we plan it out." She doesn't shy from Alida's straightforward look, but neither does she take it as a contest; now and again she blinks, and just keeps looking. Softly, "I suppose I have, though I don't think so. But you're telling me that you, a guard, didn't notice people? Or is it just that you didn't notice them for that?" Searched less than a full day before the hatching, she can only learn second-hand. "N'hax still looks beefy enough..." Alida smirks softly, shaking her head without rue, then nodding a couple of times in agreement with Tela of D'kan. "He just *is*...no pretentions." And she finds that refreshing. More nodding comes to words of weyrlingmasters and work, but the guard seem to spin off on another tangent, instead of pursuing the rescue topic...her eyes drifting somewhere over Tela's shoulder, focusing elsewhere. "I watch 'er sometimes." Pause. "Meara." Sip. "Limping, takin' the time, no matter the pain." And then her greens slip back to the table and her fellow weyrling, the bluie responding with a glib, "I noticed only those things that affected security." "It's thoughtful of you to check on your poor wingrider's... beefiness," Telavi says, her tone solemn, her eyes very much not. "I like that too," she adds, not of N'hax, not with that same kind of humor. She's parted her lips for a moment where she might have continued, but instead she descends further into quietness. "You respect that, don't you." Telavi ends there, before mention of security, though surely she must have heard. "Only seen 'im in passing. He was doin' somethin' in the Bowl. Look pissed off, so I left 'im alone." Smirk. Of D'kan, she notes quietly, "Can't put my finger on it...but somethin's a little off about 'im. Shells, I might be wrong, too. Happened b'fore." Shrug, sip. "Could be the pressure uv' another go around at 'seconding." Finishing off her drink, the bluie looks into the bottom of her glass, finally nodding at the greenie's words of Meara. "I think she's the best uv' 'em, overall." Their weyrlingmasters. THere's definite, if not overwhelming, respect in her tone. "Wonder how long she'll be around..." A pause for that thought turns into sudden motion, Alida pushing up carefully from her swinging chair, and moving smoothly towards the bar, where she does as she said she wouldn't, and pays for both their drinks with an eighth mark coin. Nothing's said to Telavi, but green eyes make certain the greenrider's in tow as the quiet guard takes her leave right back down the ladder. |
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Tela, I SWEAR you've got a great eye/ear for titles! *gigglefits* :D
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