Logs:Not from the backwoods of Crom
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| RL Date: 31 July, 2013 |
| Who: Ilicaeth, Alida, Rasavyth, K'zin, Kinzi |
| Type: Log |
| What: Alida requests a meeting and comes to K'zin's weyr anyway after being warned it wasn't available. Identities are mistaken and gross jokes are made, but K'zin's not from the backwoods of Crom, so, they're just jokes. |
| Where: Questionably Painted Weyr (K'zin's), High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 22, Month 5, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions, Babetta/Mentions, H'vier/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Sisha/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions |
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| Night time is the right time... Not for love, though, but for communication, this round. « Alida wants ta talk with 'im about... » Their plans, and happenings around the Weyr. Words and impressions laced with golden sands sent in vagrant swirls characterize Ilicaeth, the blue observing his bronze brother's mirrored consciousness. The sense of Rasavyth's reflected mind is offered as 'far away'. « We are returning. She will need to wait some time. » The implication is not a lot of time, but not an insignificant amount either. « Where does she wish to meet? » He queries further with a flourish of golden sand. « We c'n be patient...as long as it's t'night. » Ilicaeth's typical humor swirls, bounces off of Rasavyth's mirrored sand like lobbed tennis ball glancing off his head. Brothers, and all that. « Lemme' know when he's ready, an' we'll head over ta yer place. » « Our place is not available tonight. » Rasavyth answers, with no added sense of the reason. « He says he needs to stop in the greenhouse. Will that serve? » Though not in a 'bad' mood, Rasavyth doesn't seem to be in a playful one either. The sand that's lobbed never finds its aim, ending up squelching to a stop in a web of invisible ooze. It's not a long time later that Rasavyth signals K'zin is ready to meet. Oh really? Well, he's got no time right now to formulate ideas on just what's up at K'zin's place, so Ilicaeth holds up the 'wait a moment' finger as he contacts his rider. After a few moments, « Nah, not the greenhouse. How about the Rim, since it's clear. » Already Alida's climbing up to her blue's neck, snapping on a couple safety lines, and directing Ilicaeth upward. « He says the rim is too cold. His hair is wet. She may join him in the bathes if she likes. » There's an edge to that. It's an inappropriately humored edge, because this is Rasavyth. « Or somewhere else indoors. » The bronze insists on behalf of the apparently picky rider. Ilicaeth's patient, but his rider isn't anymore, and - after listening to Alida rant just a little - the blue responds back with a humored, « No baths. She might strangle 'im with a towel, right now. » Smirk. « We'll call ya when she's found a decent spot. Won't take long. » Because he's not going to tell his brother than the woman's irked enough to have them just waltz right over to his ledge/weyr, anyway. That'll learn K'zin! And so, within about 2 minutes... yep, there's a greyed-blue settling down on Rasavyth's ledge, with a grumpy Alida soon slipping down off his neck... Wait-whut? No bronze...and no K'zin? "Fuck..." the blonde growls softly, then glaring up at her lifemate when he laughs at the situation. Before K'zin gets up here - since she figures out that Rasavyth didn't mean let's both go to the baths, but 'he's currently in the bath - she's going to stomp into his place and sit down, have a drink. Testy-testy. In the woman tromps, not looking to nose around, but just get the fuck out of the cold. Questionably Painted Weyr, High Reaches Weyr At the back of the weyr the cavern branches into two good-sized back rooms with a double-sided fireplace occupying the wall they share. The weyr even comes already decorated. It has an ornately carved bed and press in both of the rooms; the front area offers a polished rectangular table and six matching chairs, a set-up perfect for entertaining. Rugs are scattered across the floor, their colors bright and cheery to match the walls. But oh, those walls! Some artistic hand has painted mural on every wall, filled with bright colors and bordered by mixed fruits and vegetables. The mildest murals are filled with exuberant scenes of dancing people, but most of them are of a more... questionable nature. They're certainly not the sort of thing any concerned parent would want their children to see, though they give the weyr a definite party atmosphere.
For just a moment, Alida starts, her eyes locking like laser sights to the brunette. For just a second, the guard feels like babbling, but then her usual manner comes over her, leaves the blonde to adopt something of Ilicaeth's mannerisms as she notes dryly, "Well, yer either here fer the post-bath fuck 'n frolic, 'r as an agent uv doom." Snerk. A ghost of a smirk dots one corner of of the bluerider's mouth as her greens go over said dark haired women from head to toe. Apparently not easily embarrassed, a single brown brow arches up while pretty lashes flutter. "Are you the jealous girlfriend? Should I be taking out my earrings and preparing for a rousing bout of fisticuffs?" The slip of a girl doesn't look like she could do much damage in such a scenario, but she does push off the frame and sway her hips, skirt following the motion as she moves toward the table where a skin of wine and glasses have been set out. The look Alida takes will take in slightly dusky skin, fairly wide, full-lips, dark eyes, dark hair, slender and slight figure (not skinny, gently curved). "Whaddaya' think I am?" Alida inquires around a thin smirk, the blonde holding her position at the wall the opens up into that large main space, the blonde leaning deceptively lazily upon it. One can rarely ever be too cautious, even in awkward social situations. It's at about this point that the bluie signals Ilicaeth to contact Rasavyth of their whereabouts, the blue noting in wryly humored baritone, « He'd better get up here before Alida makes off with 'is newest pretty piece. » Rumble-laugh. "Answering a question with a question is a fair stall tactic, but hardly gets us anywhere. Would you like a glass of wine, since you're here...?" The trailing way she leaves the question is a silent invitation to provide a name. Her hand moves to open the wineskin and deftly fill the two glasses with deft movements. « With his... » Rasavyth's tenor is touched with a swirl of gritty confusion. « Oh. » And then his touch vanishes. But only for a moment. Then it's back and his mood has improved. « We come. » The edge of amusement that is almost always hanging about his touch is a little more definable. "Please..." Alida notes dryly, but with a faint hint of manners, though she remains where she is, holding up the wall, apparently. No name is offered, though the bluie does offer, "Hope ya' don't think I'm inta three ways." Wink. As for Ilicaeth, he's chuckling at his brother's confusion, then finding yet more amusement in Rasavyth's improved mood. The blue even sends patently false images composed of desert earth and rare blooms of Alida and the dark-haired, dark-skinned pretty writhing all about on K'zin's bed. Since he has no idea of what human sex actually looks like, it's just kissing and clothes-removal...but hey; you work with what ya got. "Three can make for good company," comes the brunette's smooth soprano. She lifts the pair of glasses and minces prettily across the wide open many-rugged cavern toward the bluerider to extend one to her. "So since you're staying, does that mean you're expecting he'll take me home in favor of your company?" Her query is unconcerned, manner serene, smile sweet. Rasavyth is so helpful. He offers corrections and clarity to the details. While he hasn't witnessed firsthand two women knocking boots, he adds what he does know, which-- is a fairly intimate look at things; probably more than Ilicaeth wanted to know. The bronze lands beside the blue, warbling pleasantly. K'zin looks agitated as he climbs down and doffs helmet. "Ain't my thing, sorry honey," Alida notes around her own return to better humor, accepting that wine into a smooth, steady hand. As for who stays and who leaves... "Ya just can't ever know with Waki." Both appear to be as unconcerned as is possible in this odd situation, the guard's head cocking slightly and her back moved to 'her' wall when the sound of dragon wings and a Rasavyth warble beyond outer curtains touch her ears. Ilicaeth's stepped aside to offer extra room, by now, the blue rumbling back his own quite humored return greeting to his brother, then watching K'zin's discomfiture with keen, blue eyes. Chuff. Apparently the blue doesn't mind the graphic details of female on female sex, his sands whirling lightly about the bronze's better images as he investigates them. After some moments, « How about men 'n women? » (To Rasavyth from Ilicaeth) "I didn't say it made for good company in bed." The young woman replies with a slight curl to the edge of her lips, smile a touch impish. Impish in a way that might seem familiar. Familiar in a way it's hard to put a finger on. "If you know him well enough, you can." It's another easy, unconcerned response from the brunette, who lingers in comfortable talking distance from the blonde. "So you never said. Are you his girlfriend?" Alida likely has time to make answer if she chooses despite the fairly swift sounds of boots falling along the corridor. When K'zin steps into view he's sweeping the room, only to have to make a turn with his body to see the pair with wineglasses in hand. He sucks in breath, and then gives Alida an annoyed look. "I thought Rasavyth made it clear that my weyr wasn't available for our meeting, Alida." His tone is decidedly displeased. « It depends on the man and the woman. Different ones like different things. » Rasavyth suspects this holds true for two women together, but he can't know for certain the way he can about men and women. Hopefully Ilicaeth takes a moment to brace himself for the flow of information he's then given. Unconcerned with K'zin's identity, at least he thinks to blur the women to anonymity as he proceeds to offer a narrated show of K'zin's Greatest Graphic Hits. (To Ilicaeth from Rasavyth) Wait... wait. Yes, it's that smile of hers that sets off a jangle in the guard's head, and gets her brain working in 6th gear quite suddenly. And then, quite suddenly, the blonde's turning towards the entering K'zin, her cheeks flushed with heat, her greens trying to look him in the eye as he enters. At least she can recover better when not looking at the other woman, who she thinks she now knows the identity of. Over her shoulder, in a voice perhaps oddly stable for one undergoing such embarrassment, "Alida, blue Ilicaeth's." Ahem. "Nice ta mee'cha..." Oh my, she's forgotten the name the bronzer once supplied to her. Instead, she replies back to her clutchmate, "He did. I got tired uv' waitin' on yer laggard ass ta show up somewhere, so I picked here." Because she's just that irksome. Let him be displeased. A deep breath, and she's finally able to spin around and look directly at that other female, her blush pretty much gone, by now, and murmur, "Interestin' ta finally meet Waki's sister." Outside, Ilicaeth's rumble-rolling his own humor at his rider's embarrassment, and then at the whole situation, though he soon quiets to go over Rasavyth's images with a fine-toothed comb. Okay, he gets that whole 'individual' thing. It's only a little 'odd' for Ilicaeth to be shown all these sex-y details, the blue just a bit uptight for some seconds, then slowly shedding such as the whole process itself becomes his focus. That it's K'zin's person used is pretty much irrelevant to the blue, whose head cocks a little, his sands dipping and darting around and sometimes within those images as he struggles to make heads or tails of this whole human sex thing. (To Rasavyth from Ilicaeth) Yes, now that K'zin is stepping alongside the slender brunette woman, the faint resemblance is easier to place. They don't look so much alike, but enough. The jig is up, though, and it has Kinzi grinning at the bluerider. It's K'zin that speaks first, "So next time you say don't come knocking, it's perfectly fine for me to come into your weyr anyway, then? Just so I'm clear about the boundaries of our friendship." Has he made his point? How would she react if the tables were turned? For all that K'zin's busy rebuking the blonde, the currently knotless weaver offers out her hand. "Kinzi. So, not his girlfriend then." She clarifies, likely drawing the conclusion from the way the two interact. K'zin can't help rolling his eyes at his sister, "No. Alida, let me show you the way to the ledge." It brooks an immediate protest from Kinzi, "She doesn't have to go. We have wine to drink." Wine which K'zin reaches to take out of Kinzi's hand. "Apprentice," is his quick rebuttal. To Ilicaeth, Rasavyth is patient. Sex, to him, is just recreational. Something for his rider to enjoy, to de-stress with, to be treated oh-so-casually, and to have fun with! The motions are funny - sometimes even hilarious - but really, isn't human anatomy pretty amusing on the whole? What's important is the pleasure and he shares that intense feeling, and some variations thereof with the blue. The relaxation and other feelings that come with a good fuck. In essence, he explains what he can, answering any specific questions. "Alright, damnit, I overstepped..." Alida mutters sourly to K'zin, then blurting at him, "You pissed me off!" Which still isn't a great reason to come into his place when told not to. It's almost amusing how surly and childish she can be, at rarer times. Her 'look' implies that no, she'd not want him to just walk in on her in her own weyr... but that perhaps she might owe him one for this impulsive, 'bad' decision. "Fine..." is grated off to the bronzer. "Whatcha' want in return?" To make it up to him. She knows she's cornered, in the wrong, but it still stings. To Kinzi, a faint blush and nod, then a quick handshake are offered, the Apprentice likely feeling the mixed soft skin and calluses upon the bluie's palm, fingers. For her clutchsib's words to his sister comes a quick alto, "S'alright; I'm goin'." A quick stare for the man comes as she's walking towards the entrance, along with a low, "Don'chu pull that ranking shit on yer own sister." To the blonde, such a thing in this circumstance is rather scummy. The blue listens, watches, and sometimes alters small bits of the scenes in order to get even more information out of his more knowledgeable brother, Ilicaeth finally catching on to this odd humans sex act. After some lengthy moments, « Yeah, their stuff looks kinda weird...'specially the males. » Snort. « Thanks, Rasavyth. » That's an honest observation from the often watchful blue, who then notes in closing, « Alida's too prideful ta' tell K'zin outright that she's sorry fer buttin' in. But she is. » Sometimes, even he can't help with the blonde's impulse control. It comes with her usually controlling herself tightly for much too long; like letting off steam. (To Rasavyth from Ilicaeth) "Tit for tat." K'zin answers the bluerider, "Did I know you were going to do this?" No. So she won't be getting warning of when he's going to invade. "So just you remember I have one free pass." Which he'll doubtlessly use eventually. The wine is successfully taken from his younger sister, who pouts, adorably, of course. And he's following after Alida with a, "Be right back, Kinz." Then to Alida, "Making off with my glasses now too?" It's got more humor, so perhaps the situation is not as tense as it was initially. "And I'm not pulling rank, I'm reminding her of the rules. I promised my aunt I'd have her back tonight and no worse for the special permission excursion. Apprentices there have curfew and no drinking rules. If you want to go try to explain to my aunt why she's coming back knackered..." He starts, but obviously that's not going to happen." As he catches up to her stride, "What did you want to talk about?" She's here after all. « My K'zin does say the same of our stuff, though I think the placement is eminently more practical. » Rasavyth comments casually, with amusement. « Your Alida expects a high degree of respect and propriety from us, and everyone, and does not tolerate less, it seems to us. If she expects to receive it from us, she must hold herself to her own expectations. Otherwise... » There will be consequences accordingly, obviously. Only two-way streets with this pair. (To Ilicaeth from Rasavyth) The wine in her glass is sipped quickly, Alida not wanting to just hand it off back to K'zin, since Kinzi was so kind to offer. The empty glass if given back to Waki with a faint, triumphant smirk, the blonde not saying anything to his words of tit for tat, except, "If you walk in while I'm usin' the bedpan, expect ta' get it hurled at ya." Grumble. As for the Apprentice versus drinking thing, "Man; not even a few sips? What a bunch uv lame asses." Pause. "Why try ta hide yer sis? Ya know, if yer openly clandestine about shit, it's gonna make people wonder when ya tell 'em." Like he did her. Shrug. As for what brought her here originally, "I think everybody c'n tell, by now, that Hraedhyth's about ta go up soon." Lip twist. "Unless Ras pulls off an aerial coup, I figure 'e ain't likely gonna catch 'er. But, if 'e does..." A weighty thought, indeed. She does indeed, and she deserves every ounce of such. That's the feeling from Ilicaeth, though it's touched with his typical humor. « What ya fail ta' notice, perhaps, is that she almost always does.» 19 times out of 20, the guard controls her impulses decently. He accepts the eye for an eye, but lightly warns the bronze, « If 'e shows up sometime 'n interrupts somethin' way more important than what Alida did t'night... » Then either shit will happen, or K'zin will owe Alida. Tit for tat. (To Rasavyth from Ilicaeth) "Why assume that every woman in my weyr is a bedmate?" K'zin retorts, "Assumptions, much?" He points out. "And I wasn't trying to hide my sister. You weren't making a social call. You wanted to see me about professional things. And it wasn't your business why my weyr was unavailable. Isn't it enough that I was making time to come talk with you even though I have my sister visiting which she does precious little of?" He made Alida the priority, shouldn't she be satisfied with that? "Maybe I didn't want you meeting my sister because I was worried--" He reaches out to punch her shoulder lightly, in a 'we're still buds' fashion, "--that you were going to 'make off with my newest pretty piece'," He quotes Ilicaeth, nailing the bluerider with a look of brotherly protection mingled with amusement. "Or because now meeting you, she's got all kinds of grounds to ask me uncomfortable questions about my love life which I've already been dodging all night." The glass is reclaimed when she hands it over. The bedpan comment isn't graced with even a nod. To the more important matter, "He'll chase, but we're fairly sure he won't catch. There's only a small chance he'll be able to blood enough to make it a respectable time in the flight. Truly, I'd rather him not catch this time. Things are better with Sisha taking things in hand, but whatever happens next will change things, too. If he miraculously catches, I'll do my duty, but who'd voluntarily want to take this place in hand with all the crap that's going on? Only a crazy man." Like K'del!! Or... H'vier. Or... Whoever. "We-" The 'allies', "-would do better if I angle to catch the next time she rises. There's a lot we could accomplish before we're in a spotlight role. And if who catches is easy to manipulate... Well, it might be that we'll be better off not being in the spotlight for a time to come. I've still got a lot to learn." To Ilicaeth, Rasavyth's reply comes simply. « Only the future knows what it holds. » Ilicaeth can make all the warnings he likes, can make all the excuses, too, it doesn't change that his Alida was in the wrong and will see the consequences of it. Who is he or she to judge what the importance of what happened tonight? She has no way to see the consequences of her actions. All of this is in the sensation of the touch, though not conveyed in words. "Ain't it kinda the truth, though?" Alida notes around a faint smirk to Waki's first inquiry, then making a dark face at the rest. "Yeah; you know I appreciate that." Making some time for her. "It's not like I bug ya a lot, anyway." Point. And then that buddy punch comes, making her grunt softly, then blink in confusion at that 'pretty piece.' Wait. "Fuckin' blue..." Yes, it does sound like the typical Ilicaeth comment. "She's not my type at all." Chin duck. She's still not totally kosher with the whole liking one's own gender at times thing. And then, "Well... if ya' tell her like ya told me about keepin' 'er nose to 'erself, I'm sure y'won't have ta bother to even try explainin' yer manwhorin' ways." Smirkie. The look on the bluie's face is quite obvious in knowing Waki would not be allowed such by his own sister. And then it's on to important business, the woman quieting, nodding a few times. "S'what I was thinkin', too. Just wanted t'know that we were on the same page." Sigh. "Still, part uv me wonders about seizin' the day, too." A look out at Rasavyth leads into a drag of lower teeth over her upper lip. "Manipulate. Already we're down ta' the lowest common denominator." A sudden hand wave. "I know that's just our differences uv' perspective, so don't freak out on me. I'm likely always gonna prefer dishin' out an arrow in the gut ta' a dagger in the back." The blue can't help but chuckle a baritone sand puff at Rasavyth. « But I betcha' c'n try ta weight the dice throw more in yer' favor. » As always, the blue can't help but respond instinctively to that near-constant feeling of 'wrongness,' of suspect behavior that emanates from the bronze. It's just the nature of his beast. Ilicaeth knows and more importantly Alida knows she was in the wrong this time, as he said. But, « Smearin' 'er nose in it won't win either uv' ya any favors. » (To Rasavyth from Ilicaeth) "Actually, no, dimglow, it's not. I have friends too. The kind that you don't bed." K'zin stares at her. Case in point. The use of dimglow is in the quasi-affectionate, or at least not in the derogatory. "Just because I use my genitals doesn't mean every person who's in my weyr is someone I'm using them with." Then he rolls his eyes, "And sure. My sister's not your type. Pretty, sweet, clever, nice, who would go for that kind of girl?" Obviously, he doesn't believe her. Then he has to address the comparison, "She is my sister. I grew up with her nose in my business. You are my friend. The roles are different, Alida. Once you've had a little sister that you love and adore for sixteen turns, then you can tell me how easy it is to keep her from asking questions when she's a mind to do so." He downs the wine that he retrieved from Kinzi before saying. "This day," Whichever one Hraedhyth rises on, "-isn't the right day. His brows furrow, "No one's saying anything about daggers to the back. Manipulation can be victim-less, you know, and for the better." The sandy ooze of his touch shifts in a mental version of a noncommittal shrug. « If you're asking me to try to ensure that my K'zin does not interrupt your Alida's attempts at release, » A montage of his earlier suggestions about human sex, « I shall oblige. I do not imagine she would be pleasant when sexually frustrated. » Although, some small part of the bronze briefly wonders if she isn't that all the time anyway, with amusement. « He has no intent to smear her nose in it, but she should not assume that her presence here as an interruption of something as important as anything he might interrupt. She knows little and less of what goes on here tonight and with his family. » (To Ilicaeth from Rasavyth) "Okay; so I'm one uv the rare few..." Alida snerts, her eyes rolling a little. Patience, grasshopper. The next words provoke a small glower from the blonde, and a low, somewhat intense, "She's not. I like..." Clip. Frown. "I like guys." Don't blush, Alida; don't blush. "And I do like smart, kind." There's some ireful puffing of the guard's demeanor in response to this 'conflict' over her sexual preferences, a hint of possible 'war' in her eyes is Waki continues to push at something so tender. As for 'business,' "Yeah." Still, there's a definite hesitation coming from Alida, which finally translates into a quiet, "Waki... Just don't ever manipulate me." Because, given her proclivities, if she ever got a whiff of such - right or wrong - that might fracture their bond irrevocably...or worse. That would be a very bad thing, indeed, and for once, Ilicaeth offers Rasavyth a hearty, from the gut thanks for (hopefully) promising never to let K'zin interrupt Alida when she's needing 'release.' The bronze has little idea; and though the blue is quite protective of his lifemate, he can't help but rumble a soft and 'tired' chuckle in tune with his brother's amusement. Family... eh. He'll leave that to the bronze pair. Human family is much too sticky an issue for the brash blue to want to tackle. Alida is quite enough. (To Rasavyth from Ilicaeth) They're through the first curtain by now, and heading for the second. It muffles the conversation to the inner weyr. "Not rare and not few," K'zin rolls his eyes at the blonde with a sigh that is indicative of the long suffering he has at her hands. "I'll introduce you to some, if you like." Then he's flicking his finger in the air, waggling it between them. "Guys and Telavi and Azaylia. You told me, and there's no taking it back. And it's fine. I told you that I'm curious about having sex with another guy. There's nothing wrong with what you said or I said, except that Tela wasn't expecting you to kiss her. And whatever. In Southern." He rolls his eyes again. "If you want me to wingman for you to the smart and kind, I will. Sisters, however, are off limits." The waggling finger finally drops away. "Alida," Now K'zin's expression is nothing but honest, and even a touch hurt. "I've never and I won't. Stop thinking I'm going to betray you. You decided to trust me and that's a good choice. You don't need to watch your back so sharply. I'm there, at it, defending it. Just because I don't tell you everything I do or everyone I'm hanging around with and the nature of our relationships," He paraphrases all of that as: "Just because we don't have total transparency in our friendship," Because surely that's not something she would like to have to give to him, "-doesn't mean I'm going to treat you ill in the next moment." He's rarely been anything but a damn good friend to her, truly. So there it is, the exchange of the evening. At least dragonly, everyone seems to understand each other so Rasavyth is content to crouch where he's at on the ledge, letting his forepaws and neck dangle over the edge, gazing down into the bowl, or maybe just at the green on the ledge some yards below. (To Ilicaeth from Rasavyth) "Okay, I'll take yer word fer it..." Alida notes dryly, the blonde then quickly bumping her shoulder into Waki's arm to let him know she's giving him some shit. Hopefully. She lets it drop. Again, there's a hint of almost-pink at her cheeks for mention of Tela and Zay, which finally rises into full bloom at word of that unfortunate incident while they were camping. She refuses to look at the bronzer - eyes now glued to where their dragons dwell beyond the outer hanging - while muttering, "Fine. It's rarer that I like girls." And he'd better not fucking question that. As for his sister... there's another harsh sigh and eyeroll. "I tol'ja she's not my type." Apparently, such is true. And then there's other things that are just as - if not more - important being talked about, and again, the guard can't help but duck her chin some. "I know, Waki..." is murmured with honest urgency, greens finally flicking up to his browns. Like a spigot suddenly turned up to full from closed, she blurts, "I remember thinkin' once - while we were candidates - that I could trust ya with nearly anything... except fer knowing when ta shut the fuck up." It a feeble attempt at humor, but also the honest truth. "An' then..." How she wishes she could put her finger on it...this niggling something that has rendered their blossoming friendship suspect at times. Murmured softly, in some shame... "I dunno what happened." Swallow. No matter, "We're friends, Waki. Maybe it's just a Guard thing stuck on a loop in my head... I dunno'." There's frustration in her tone. And suddenly, there's two arms wrapped around the bronzer, and a bear hug squeeze surrounding him, unless he pulls away first. And it doesn't let go, Alida trying to show him instead of tell him what he means to her. Just hanging out is spiff with Ilicaeth, too, while they await their riders, the blue craning his head down and out to look around, himself. Perhaps significantly, his blue gaze turns down to where the queens make their home. (To Rasavyth from Ilicaeth) Well, there might have been words and responses to things, but now there's hugging. K'zin is taken by surprise and his body tenses for a blow. So apparently both of them have a little something to learn (though she has unexpectedly thumped him since they became allies, so perhaps it's justified on the bronzerider's part). He shifts the wine glasses to one hand above his head and then uses his free arm to return the hug. "Yes, we're friends." He lets the hug go on, and when she seems ready to step away, he growls in a somewhat playful manner, "Now get the shells off my ledge so I can go fuck my sister." A joke, obviously. He's not from the backwoods of Crom. The way she clings ferociously to him perhaps shows just how loyal and fierce of a friend Alida can make once she's finally decided to become someone's friend. Of course, these traits can make her a terrible enemy to have, as well. Good thing Waki's on the up side of that Schwartz spectrum. It takes a good fifteen seconds before she's willing to let him out of her tentacles, and when that last bit hits her ears... "Ugh! Disgusting!" That's yelped out loud, and might just be heard inside his weyr by tender ears. Of course, Alida's grinning like a wolf while saying such, then lightly cuffing the bronzer on his arm before parting the outer hanging. Over her shoulder, "Don't come lookin' ta' me ta' cool yer heels after..." Her hands make a fluttering wings gesture at the air outside. Snerk. "Night." And soon enough, the blue pair are gone, leaving the bronze pair to think over their own moves. "Ha!" is K'zin's triumphant single laugh as he drives Alida away with his joke. Anything else, they might have to say to one another will have to wait. For now, Alida has things to attend to, and K'zin a sister to visit with (but not fuck). |
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