Logs:Weyrs and Worries
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| RL Date: 17 January, 2013 |
| Who: Kinory, Quinlys |
| Type: Log |
| What: Kinory gets a weyr! She also gets some advice. |
| Where: Ineuth's Ledge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 15, Month 10, Turn 30 (Interval 10) |
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| Ineuth's Ledge, High Reaches Weyr Turns of sitting out in the sunny open of this claw-marked ledge has bleached a pair of creepy bone chairs white. They sit to one side, just behind twin gargoyles, sculpted of stone to look like glowering watchwhers. These two figures, facing the sun, stand guard over landings and takeoffs from their vantage point; and at dawn and dusk their rough backs and raised claws cast long, eerie shapes across the ledge. For some of the weyrlings, weyrs have been the only thing worth talking about for sevens and sevens now-- and the slow progress in actually getting them has worn, for a lot of people, rather thin. Finally, however, one by one, the assignments have been made. Today, it's Olveraeth's turn to mentally nudge Ineuth at the end of drills and say, « You should follow me. I have something marvellous to show you. » Something for him. Something special. He doesn't wait for confirmation; within moments, the star-bedecked blue is aloft, climbing higher through the air above the bowl as he seeks out somewhere in particular. Ineuth's reaction is one of warm sun and a happy breeze - images that no doubt mirror Kinory's own delight as they follow the blue upward. The pair flies seamlessly together now, a far cry from their rougher start earlier in their time together. « A weyr of our own, » the brown says matter-of-factly. « With a view? » That last bit must have originated with his rider; his thoughts are completely focused on having his own space. Room to stretch. A home that he doesn't have to share with six others. « All weyrs have views, » says Olveraeth, apparently delighted by Ineuth's reaction. It's possible that he takes the less-than-direct path he does just to tease, though his thoughts portray nothing but pure wonder. « Except the ground weyrs, I suppose. They have convenience. » For riders, granted, rather than dragons. Finally, he drops to a landing upon a narrow, claw-marked ledge and; "Oh, ugh. '"Those things. I'd forgotten that was this one. You can send them to stores or something, if you want," says Quinlys, swinging down her blue's side to the ledge. Kinory and Ineuth stand stock-still once they've landed and she's dismounted. Shoving her hands into her pockets, the girl clears her throat a little, eyes wide. "Oh. Wow. It's ... " « Majestic, » the dragon supplies politely. "Not exactly the adjective I would have chosen, " Kin murmurs, but the beam she turns onto Quinlys is nonetheless thoroughly happy. "Ours. It's all ours." Up and down she goes on the balls of her feet, for once abandoning her quiet reserve. "I hope the inside is a little less - " Menacing? " - a little warmer? If not, I think I'll have a lot of redecorating to do." « Wonderful, » Olveraeth puts in, and given the way he says it, there's no question that he means it in the full-of-wonder sense. Quinlys leans up against her blue's forelimb, watching Kinory's reaction with a smile that threatens to break away and become a grin. "I don't remember what the inside looks like," she admits. "I'm not sure if I've been in, even. But there's plenty of furniture and whatever in stores; the headwoman's staff'll happily fit you out with anything you need." The gargoyles are indeed a marvel, say Ineuth's whirling eyes and curious noises as he heads over to better inspect these shadowy sentinels. "I've never had this much space to myself, " Kinory confesses. "I'm not sure I'd even know where to start, it's - " Wide smile. "I've got to see the inside!" She gets in far enough to see the couch before her brown is all eagerness to see his new sleeping area, too. While he's busily inspecting that, the weyrling pokes her head back outside after a few minutes, flushed. "You should come see the inside. It's - there's a window. Do weyrs normally come with those?" "I remember the feeling," grins Quinlys, who is easily able to put aside proper weyrlingmaster distance in this especially enjoyable part of her job. As the younger pair head in to inspect the details, she stays where she is, tilting her head up so that she can meet Olveraeth's whirling gaze with a fond expression. She's still in that position when Kinory returns, and her grin - which had softened to mere contentment - brightens all over again. "Not a lot of them, no. You're extra lucky. Let's get a look--" She steps away from Olveraeth, who huffs warm air at her, watching her as she crosses to take a peek. "Oh, nice. I have a sort-of window, I guess. A tunnel up to the sky." "That sounds wonderful, " Kinory enthuses. "I've often thought that it must be nice to get to fall asleep staring up at the stars. I never took the time to do that when I lived at Monaco." A small warble of happiness drifts in as Ineuth clearly finds the couch very much to his liking. Meanwhile, his rider seems equally bent on looking at everything. The odds and ends on the shelves get an amused look. "Bright colors, I think. Maybe like the beach. I'm terrible at choosing things like this, though. What do you think?" Quinlys watches, choosing a vantage point in the form of a seat on the steps, one that allows her to follow Kinory with her gaze without getting in the way: this is the brownrider's opportunity for explorations, after all! "Oh, you'll get the chance," she promises. "We'll take you away on a camping trip, in another couple of months. It's tradition. Olly's head is always full of stars as it is; I think that's part of why I love my weyr so much. I am never, ever, ever swapping it, you know?" One hand lifts to tuck a stray red curl behind her ear as she adds, "Bright colors sounds great. A curtain instead of the canvas, maybe? And some rugs." Kinory's smile is a full-out beam again; were she any younger, she'd probably hop up and down with glee and clap her hands after hearing about the camping trip. As it is, she simply says, "That'll be fantastic. I'm sure it's very beautiful." An appraising glance settles on the canvas, lips pursing a little. "A curtain might be nice. Rugs would definitely brighten this place up. If I don't send that entire ledge to storage, maybe the uh, guardians would consent to wearing some ribbon and little windchimes or something." Furnishings or lack thereof thusly catalogued, she hesitates a moment before taking a seat next to the weyrlingmaster, rather focused on scuffing her toe along the next lowest step. "I um, I could use some advice on a - vaguely related matter, " she broaches tentatively after a bit of nervous silence on her end. "I know the drill about flights, obviously. I grew up in a weyr; I'm no stranger to what goes on during them or how it tends to - I mean, how it does affect people. But it's something different entirely when it's, well." She shrugs helplessly, still studying the floor. "How do you prepare for the first one? Ineuth likes to watch some of the females, you know? I don't want him to, not yet. I think he's a little shy about approaching them, but I'm afraid he'll get over his shyness before I've - you know." "Ribbon," says Quinlys, gleefully; the idea seems to amuse her desperately. Kinory's hesitation, however, shifts her expression, and turns her head so that she can glance sidelong in the other woman's direction. Comprehension dawns, and she listens, sucking in a thoughtful breath long before she's ready to exhale and make an answer. "It does help if you gain some experience first," she allows, keeping her tone relatively neutral although she hasn't completely lost her more friendly demeanour, weyrlingmaster-y question or no. "But he's unlikely to win for a while, and after a flight... it's easier to let go. If not necessarily the best introduction to... all of that." Another breath, another exhale. "It is different. Being in flights, instead of seeing them. Shells, I was terrified, and I wasn't-- I was older than you are. The first flight is going to be hard. It always is, I think. It's so new." Kinory nods wordlessly. Even her boot stops its scuffing, leaving her to pick aimlessly at something invisible on its toe. "I suppose it's easier on those who already have a, er, someone. How do you - oh, shards. This is awkward." She laughs a little, clearly embarrassed about the entire thing. "What's the protocol for - finding someone to ask, and uh, asking if you're unattached? I know there are lots of unscrupulous sorts. I can't just - " She breaks off again with a sigh. "I don't know if I've ever even liked a guy like that before. I don't want to embarrass myself and turn into a disappointed, crying mess, whether that's in a flight, after one or out of one. That's - not how I think it's supposed to be." Quinlys' tone is wry as she says, "Preferably not, no. Well - one of your clutchmates, maybe? Unless that would be weird." She says it like she can well imagine that it would be, but that she's nonetheless going to put the option on the table. "Not that I want to think about N'qui," her brother, blue Trevisath's weyrling, "having sex. At all. Ever. But I bet he'd be nice about it. Mostly... find someone nice, I guess. Someone who seems nice, anyway. And just ask. Be plain. It helps if you find them attractive, granted, but it's not a for-always thing, after all. I think most people would be, well, flattered." Kinory grimaces. "It would be weird. Being forthright sounds like a good plan, but I'm - oh, I can't, not in this, " she says with a little shake of her head. "It must sound pretty stupid to say that I don't want something that isn't for-always, huh." It's more statement than question. "Outside of flights, of course, which I know just can't be helped. That sort of - makes it more tricky." Her ears are quite red, but she's managing to not quite look wholly like a tomato just yet. Sympathy etches itself into Quinlys' expression, and her hand reaches out, aiming - unless she's foiled partway - to grab for Kinory's hand, and to squeeze it. "No, not stupid. Not at all. Look - it's one of those awkward things, I guess. I think it's great that you want a proper relationship; you're not exactly alone in that, not really. The real thing is," and she hesitates, looking for the world like she's trying to figure out how to put the words together in an effective way, "You don't have to try and find someone before he chases. It's not mandatory, even if it is advised. And... finding someone doesn't mean you have to keep doing it. Once, so that you're prepared, and then you can focus on finding something that can be for-always. You know? But it's all about what you feel comfortable with; that's the most important thing." That contact, however small, brings a certain rigidity to the slim girl's frame. Quinlys may very well have reached out to one of the gargoyles on the ledge for a fleeting moment - and then Kin slowly returns the squeeze, finally exhaling. "I just don't want that to be my first any sort of experience, " she says, small. "I don't want to be thrown headlong into all of those feelings and - panic, or something. I'm sure that wouldn't be good for him, no matter how preoccupied he'll be." Dark eyes tip a sheepish glance at their hands; an embarrassed little laugh later, she adds, "I've never even been on a date." Then she does flush crimson and carefully extracts her hand, stilling to offer an apologetic, "I'm sorry. I didn't intend to just spill my guts like that about - um. Everything. But Ineuth said I should talk about it to someone I - trust." Quinlys draws her hand back, apparently unbothered by the rigidity, and then by the extraction; she lets it rest back in her lap, and nods, just once. "Oh, Kinory - no. Don't apologise. I'm glad you talked to me. Ineuth's got the right of it. And-- well, I'm glad you trust me. I just wish I had a way to, you know, wave my hand and work something out for you. The whole shebang: dinner, maybe dancing, and some mutual and much-wanted dancing of another kind. But--" She breaks off, looking and sounding frustrated, but mostly, it seems, with her own inability to put words together. "Want to come out with me sometime? We'll go to the Snowasis, have a drink or two, and you can get to know some people. Just," she's quick to add, "get to know. Nothing skeezy." Kinory's at least doing a good job of trying to laugh at herself, managing a rueful smile. "If all of that materialized with a wave of anyone's hand, they could make a fortune off of a lot of people, I'm sure." For the invitation, she gives the bluerider a relieved look, a nod. "Yes, I'd - I'd like that, I think. Thank you. I hope that'll help me sort through all of this, even just a little." A little more relaxed now that the awkward topic is over with and for the moment, on its way out, she gets to her feet, dusting her hands off on her trousers. "I think I'll try to go find some of those bright colors. And that other stuff you mentioned. A curtain. Rugs. Maybe some ah, covers for those chairs outside. I think this place would scare most people away as it currently is." "I'd be rich and famous," says Quinlys, acting delighted, though it's pretty obvious from her expression that she finds that idea rather less than perfection in actuality. More genuine is her pleasure at the accepted invitation, immediately visible in the brightening of her smile and the sharp nod that goes with it. "I hope so. And anything I can do-- well, I'm here." She, too, gets to her feet, digging her hands into the pockets of her coat as she glances around the room one last time. "Your little guards, I guess. Creepy. That sounds good. I'll - let you get to it, then. Enjoy the new place, Kinory. Enjoy the space. And the quiet." |
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Azaylia (Dragonshy) left a comment on Fri, 18 Jan 2013 06:19:19 GMT.
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Arg. Everyone keeps posting such adorable scenes. <3 This was so cute! And I hope Kinnory keeps the gargoyles. *totes jealous*
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