Logs:The Troublesome Turnmonth Talk
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| RL Date: 23 August, 2013 |
| Who: Rasavyth, K'zin, Telavi, Solith |
| Type: Log |
| What: Telavi has the brilliant idea to not celebrate K'zin's turnday, but to celebrate his turnmonth. This necessitates a Talking To by the third gift in her master plan. |
| Where: Bowl-to-Lakeshore, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 6, Month 8, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated, played via gdocs. |
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| As it happens, today, Taiga and Boreal are touching down at about the same time after morning sweeps. Rasavyth, as ever is emanating his friendly but professionally focused touch. K'zin is attentive to the sweep leader as final announcement and notes are made. Once released, his first stop is over to his bronze, patting the dulled hide before sliding his helmet, gloves, and goggles into a satchel on the flying straps. It's not that Telavi cuts in line exactly, it's just that she's not above slipping between more easygoing wingmates to get in faster, and this after she'd already almost-literally dropped gear off on their own ledge on the way down. She hasn't much to report, just travelers headed in the direction of a Gather known to be going on in the area; the pair hadn't stopped to ask questions, but nothing appeared out of the ordinary, and... done! Of course, then it becomes a matter of hurry up and wait in a mobile sort of way, just happening to wander past Rasavyth en route toward the lake and Solith, a bounce in her step and her gaze mostly on her destination except what's required to not get crushed by passing dragons. Oh, and the odd not-so-sneak peek. Rasavyth's ooze reaches out to tickle Solith's mind. It's a playful tickle, teasing, almost like... tag! And a sense of scampering away as he takes to wing, heading in the direction of the lake. K'zin isn't with him, no, K'zin is falling into step beside Telavi. "Hey." It's not a promising tone, certainly not even a little bit of the playfulness that his lifemate is exuding especially for Solith. "Have a minute?" His expression is stony, not exactly negative, but difficult to read, jaw and features tensed. If only Solith had gotten rid of her straps, there might have been actual swimming-- never mind how that might have looked in front of their wingleader and everything!-- instead of her current so-tempted wading! She may be tired after the protracted sweep, even with the break partway along, but that doesn't mean that she won't leap upward with water-fluttering wings to try and intercept the bronze. Or was he going to 'tag' her? Oh, Solith doesn't complicate things further, just sends him sunlight-between-leaves and excitement in return. By contrast, her rider's pace flattens out of its bounce, and Tela glances sideways at K'zin, as though she'd predicted another expression entirely. "All right," nearly a question with the way it rises there at the end. She doesn't change course, but she does slow slightly, hesitant. Rasavyth narrowly avoids the leap and flutter with a twist upward. It's too close for comfort, so his twist leads him into spiral upward. If Solith wants to tag him, she'll have to use those pretty wings of hers for something more than fluttering. K'zin's stride stops, and he'll reach a hand to touch Telavi's arm gently to prompt her that he's stopped. There's a glance about to check that there's enough distance that this conversation has relative privacy. "Telavi, it has to stop." The coupon whose script indicates its value at 'good for the darning of one sock before m. 9 t. 33' is held up between them. The bronzerider's expression has shifted from stony to grim. "I thought we talked about this." There's the smallest hint of agitation in his voice just at the edge. Enough to perhaps be a warning that this taps into a well of deeper emotions he's keeping a careful handle on so far. Too close, that's exciting! Solith tries for it, sharper wingbeats that don't spill so much air, the sort of thing she can do when there's just the right goal; she's off, then, to see where Rasavyth will lead them next. Telavi, stranded, stops on cue. She doesn't glance about, but does half-reflexively lift a hand to check her pinned-up braids as she looks back at K'zin: perplexed, at first, concerned, disappointed when her gaze flicks to the coupon and back all over again until... her hand flies to her mouth. "That counts? I thought it-- I'd planned to steer around it, nothing at all for," your, "the actual... day." The control is something that she innately responds to, his relative steadiness bolstering her own, and whatever she might sense of that warning, she must take that seriously too. Why, up of course! Up has a few loops along the way, not lazy as he might like them to be, but with more energy, because of course, the trick is not to get tagged but to stay close enough to be challenging prey. Solith is faster than Rasavyth, but his wing-strokes are simply more powerful, purely because of the natural differences between green and bronze. It should make for a merry chase. And this time, green chasing bronze. What will he think of next? The edges of K'zin's lips pull downward into a frown. "Telavi," Her name is articulated clearly, sternly. "I don't celebrate my turnday. Not the day. Not the month. No aspect of the fact that I was born. It's not--" He gulps, a wave of emotion catching him too hard and unexpectedly: he's keeping them on a tight leash! A tight leash that wavered for just a moment. "I don't celebrate it. I don't want anyone to celebrate it. It's brings up painful things for me. Only painful things." The fact that he had good ones before The One That Put An End To It means nothing now. "I appreciate that you're trying to be nice to me, Tela, but it has to stop." No more niceness! Ever! Okay, okay, when turnday-motivated. At that moment of crisis, Telavi takes a deep breath, holds it, as though that would help-- and then eases up, if only to keep with the breathing, once he manages himself. Look at them, talking about issues. In public. Like grown riders, almost! Solith's busy with the up-and-awaying, looking hardly grown herself in all her exuberance, headlong over the Weyr with no mind for being tired one bit because look, Rasavyth's tail is right there and she can practically reach it right now. Never mind that it keeps eluding her again. "All right." This is Telavi, not arguing. Not after what went down before, even if she does bite her lip momentarily. "Is it all right to declare a 'K'zin Day,' someday? That has nothing to do with being born at all? Not even on hatching day," reborn. Just now, K'zin and Rasavyth are night and day. K'zin solemn and Rasavyth playful. The tail wiggles. Surely not on purpose, right? Then there's a surge forward dragging it that much farther from the green's nose (and more importantly, teeth). "No. I don't want a K'zin day. I don't want to be celebrated. If you want to appreciate me, just appreciate me when we're together. I don't like having to say this to you at all, bringing this up, and I feel really guilty for even telling you I can't handle this, but I can't handle this." And in his eyes, he looks just the tiniest bit desperate that she understand what is unreasonable and unlogical but what he needs anyway. Solith should really save her breath for flying, but no, she's got to warble! after Rasavyth in protest, or at least what should be protest if she didn't seem so happy about it. Her teeth clack, loudly; her tail lashes; she gathers her haunches midair; she-- nearly runs into the brown dragon who's just trying to cross the Bowl, kids, and that's only because he breaks off at the last moment and she brakes, too. Thwarted. This time, it's almost like a tinny rumble. As for Telavi, she reaches tentatively for the bronzerider's hand, half to take it if he'll meet her that much and half to offer hers. "I'm just glad you can tell me that much, K'zin." Never mind how her cheeks are pink, please. "I'll stop... that," the tiny present a day, "now that I know that too. I'm sorry. It's not just because it wasn't, that they weren't exciting enough, then." She nods, firmly, because stopping. Thwarted, indeed! Oh well. Rasavyth will start a lazy circle down toward the lakeshore. They can have more games another time. K'zin stiffens a little, but nevertheless reaches to meet Telavi's hand, curling his grip (though it's not terribly firm) around hers. He can't answer her gladness. That was literally all he could get out on the topic. "It's not." He confirms the statement. "I just can't." He adds quietly. Though, that's been pretty well covered. It really is like they're almost all grown up. There's no tears, and no yelling, and no awkward public displays of emotion. Well, unless you count the hand holding. She presses into his grip, just enough that it can be felt-- public or not, awkward or not. She nods again. "I won't make you," Tela says. She adds as she looks at him, "If you run off, that day, I won't chase you down, but don't think it's because nobody likes you." Worms, not on her menu. Nor on Solith's, though she does detour over the feeding pens with an interested air before following suit. Telavi doesn't look up at either dragon. She does hold out her free hand, palm up; she can, at least physically, take back the bit of hide. That's settled. He can't and she won't make him. A little sigh of relief escapes him, and then simply a nod of his head. K'zin opts not to detail the wormy menu from last turn. That Solith detours has Rasavyth swinging around curiously before he makes it to his destination, watching the green, only to snake back around once she's had her looksee over the pens. K'zin is not as attentive to the rider's interests and wants as the dragon's. Because she reaches out her palm for the coupon, only it inches away from her in the air, pulled by the bronzerider's unwilling hand. He has too many hands right now. There's the one holding Tela's, the one holding the coupon, the one in his head saying: Sock darning! Keep it! You have socks that need darning! The one that says: Don't keep it! That sends mixed messages! And then of course there's Rasavyth's helpful purr, « If the woman wants to labor for you, let her. You can use her to satisfy more than one of your needs that way. » Full of gushy feeling as always. The dragon gets a mental eyeroll, but the coupon? It hangs indecisively in the air. "Would it be sending a mixed message if I said I wanted to keep the coupon? And the jam. I've already eaten half the one jar..." There might be the trace of a blush, but surely Tela expected it not to last long with him. He's consistent in thwarting, if in this case in the short term; Telavi doesn't try to snatch the coupon from K'zin or anything, though when she tilts her head and tucks her hand behind her back, it brings a not-quite-willing smile into existence. "Only half?" There isn't quite a display of dimple, either, but then she has to glance back at Solith... who's bypassing them to land upon the diving cliff rather than the shore proper, even if it's mostly a difference in altitude. People were waiting to dive, but now they seem to have all jumped off, how convenient! And there's sun. Tela sees Solith land, but for a long moment she looks at Rasavyth too, before turning her smile back up to his rider. "I suppose that would be fine. I can find homes for the other things here and there... well, most of them, anyway, so they won't go to waste." Not that that's in any way his problem. Rasavyth's landings have improved after long hours and many days of private practice. The one onto the lakeshore is neat, but not especially graceful. His eyes follow to Solith and a rumble of draconic laughter at the convenience of it all. "Well, maybe three-quarters." K'zin admits sheepishly. The other things have him looking thoughtful as he tucks the coupon away into an inner pocket on his jacket. "If there were more things, like the jams, that were things we could share, we could probably do that when the occasion arises." He allows after a moment. The man's fingers twist a little bit in Tela's, perhaps self-consciously. But. ... Jam! And things like jam! Given the quality of that rumble, Solith ducks her head, teeth delicately bared and then pinching the air as though to seize an invisible human by its shirt... and then drop it over the edge, head cocked as to hear its shouts, wings flinging up when it 'splashes' and makes its way towards shore. Towards Rasavyth, if the change in her head's tilt is to be believed, even if the human is still invisible. Her rider's quieter and less rumbly exhalation at 'three-quarters' isn't quite so overtly laughter, though they're certainly related... and though she's certainly smiling that bit more. Not that she doesn't adopt some more serious consideration for K'zin's suggestion, either. "We could do that," but only after a moment's serious thought. It's a serious nod that goes with it. "Once in a while. I wouldn't have to mention where it came from, or anything." She plays the pad of her thumb along the inner curve of his palm, as though that might be serious too. "Are you going to leave any of the jam... well, that jar of jam, to share? Or is it a goner? I suppose that last quarter could tide you over..." Mmm, jam. Rasavyth's head shifts enough that it's obvious he's going between Solith's gaze and where the invisible person ought to be. As with other times, he mentally sketches something that doesn't exist. The human gets a shimmery outline that distorts the water and sand that could be seen through such an invisible person, but only a little. There's a nod from K'zin to agree that not mentioning where things came from is a good idea. His lips purse as if her question takes some thought on his part. After a few moments of wiggling those pursed lips from side to side as he thinks hard, "I suppose that depends on how soon you decide to come up to visit." His fingers squeeze hers, then slip from her grasp, lips curled in a slightly seductive-styled smirk. The shimmer-human does just fine, and certainly Solith seems pretty delighted, it's just that then one of the children who's been playing in the vicinity looks off to the side, startled. He turns all the way around, reaches back to scratch his own shoulderblade, and finally starts a meandering path that will soon take him right into... through? ...the invisible person. What will it do? Solith can't seem to wait to find out, given the excited twitch of her tail, though she'll have to. As for Telavi, who sets one hand to her hip, the other forefinger just as pertly to her lips, thinking in her turn, "How about... tomorrow? Are you pretty sure it would last until tomorrow? I might have to take a chance." "Tomorrow?" K'zin's expression falls, but he's also blushing, not heavily, just a little. "I can't tomorrow. Tonight? Or the day after tomorrow?" He is quick to suggest, pushing a hand almost nervously through his helmet-matted hair. While K'zin is looking a little flustered, Rasavyth and the Invisible Man are anything but. That child who comes bursts through the invisible man whose body disintegrates momentarily into shimmery oozy smoke before it reforms, and then, of course, the Invisible Man has to check that all the important parts of him are still there! Those lips purse slightly, quelling a smile, or something. "I guess," Tela begins, "we could go with that. The day after tomorrow sounds like a long time to have to hold out, though, when there's jam in the jar, just waiting for you, all, 'K'zin, K'zin, come here, for I am tasty'... Tonight, then? Dessert?" No questions about tomorrow, none. She does shift a trial step back towards the main Bowl and whatever else might be on her menu now that Solith's perched up high the way she is, entertained by the Invisible Man's antics-- though perhaps not quite as much as Tela would have been, had the green only shared. "It is." K'zin agrees emphatically in a murmur as Telavi notes about how far away the day after tomorrow is, and the jar-narration earns a smile and then a beleaguered expression. When she suggests tonight, his smile is bright and it gets a nod. "Tonight's perfect. I'll see if I can get us some kind of something to put the jam on that's worthy of dessert." Without even looking around to check that no one's looking, he reaches up very briefly to run his fingers lightly down Tela's cheek. "I'll see you tonight." It's his parting words, because then he's stepping away. They've lingered here long enough. Rasavyth warbles his farewell to Solith as he moves to meet his rider. |
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