Logs:Alida and the (Unintentional) Turn-On
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| RL Date: 6 May, 2013 |
| Who: Alida, Ilicaeth, N'ky, Cailluneth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Alida unintentionally flusters N'ky. |
| Where: Greenhouse |
| When: Day 17, Month 9, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Fog begins to coalesce in the very early morning hours and lingers throughout the day, soft and still and clammy. |
| Mentions: D'kan/Mentions, Barnabas/Mentions, Aisha/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, Meara/Mentions, C'wlin/Mentions, N'hax/Mentions |
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| Greenhouse, High Reaches Weyr A rustic and unadorned vestibule leads in from hewn spiral steps to a refitted ledge, enclosed by limestone pillars. Sturdy wooden framework captures elongated glass panes, tilted to absorb the most light during the day. The wash of heat from within, lush and humid, persists even into the dead of winter; the air is heady with the scent of fresh-turned soil and various flora. Long, deep troughs of soil line the inner stone wall, planted with an assortment of broad, leafy tropicals - practical and decorative alike. Fruit and vegetable baskets hang from rafters, optimizing space, tempting in reach with a perpetually ripening harvest. A series of stone shelving is devoted to flourishing, aromatic herbs and new green shoots; even the softest touch releases a burst of savory scent from tender leaves. Amidst the greenery, a handful of wooden benches have been scattered, making this a temptingly warm and secluded spot to sit. Shuttered vents serve to regulate humidity and heat given off from a small hot spring recessed into an alcove at the back; a secondary pool with cooler waters siphons off to provide a constant, fresh supply for irrigation. A small potting station nearby is cluttered with watering cans and gardening tools of various uses, with a wooden bin for composting materials tucked underneath. It's been a day off for both weyrling wings, and anyone with their eye on the sky will have noticed that N'ky and Cailluneth, accompanied by D'kan and Kazavoth, have been touring the real estate available to the Weyr's newest riders. It's evening time now though, almost dinnertime with the sun already low in the sky, casting long shadows throughout the greenhouse, where N'ky has just arrived. He's clearly looking for someone, but isn't calling out for whoever it is, choosing instead to meander through the planted pathways. Certain eyes can't help but notice Cailluneth's vanning through the skies, and not soon after Ilicaeth spies his sister landing and where her lifemate's headed (dragon eyes are very keen, indeed), Alida's mounting up and riding her blue's neck down to the crafter area of the bowl. Down his leg she scrambles, then stepping over, and into the greenhouse, while Ilicaeth sets off to greet the green. After some moments looking for N'ky, Alida spies him meandering, and murmurs, "Gotcher' weyr, I heard." Alida's appearance surprises him, and N'ky nods in answer, giving her a crooked smile. "Yeah... D'kan showed me them this m-morning, and I claimed it this afternoon, and... I h-have a weyr." There's excitement behind the statement but it's understated; he seems as nervous about it as he does keen. "Um... I c-came to see if, um, Bones was about? Have you seen him?" "Good stuff..." Alida murmurs in her typical clipped fashion, N'ky's next mention of Bones giving her a reason to grin a little. "Just got here m'self. Nope." Pause, twinkle. "Lookin' for yer sex?" Rotten blonde. "Also heard off the grapevine tha'cher in Cirrus, now." How quickly her features can more from one emotion to another, the woman's face now sporting a questioning cast. "Feelin' better about that?" The S-word makes N'ky flush crimson; he looks down at the ground as if hoping it might open up to swallow him while shaking his head strongly. "N-no! No, no, I h-had a q-question f-for him, I d-didn't.... w-why would I c-come to Bones for that?" He clutches at the hem of his tunic, wringing the fabric nervously and quickly latching onto the topic of Cirrus. "Yes. A-Aisha's a b-better wingleader for me." His contact is firm, yet cognizant of how his green sister might be feeling. After all, there's been much upset in her and N'ky's lives, recently. A bright swirl of golden sands skirts along the fringes of Cailluneth's colors, mellowly inquiring in a burgeoning baritone, « If he needs any help with his new weyr, we're offerin'. » (To Cailluneth from Ilicaeth) To Ilicaeth, Cailluneth swirls rainbow warmth back around her brother's mind, enveloping him in a happy blanket of blue, green, and pink. The offer of help is heard, noted, tucked away, and she shares with him an image of her soon-to-be home; silver winds, velvet darkness, and a wallow big enough for Ilicaeth to join her in. She seems to enjoy her former wingmate's discomfiture some, Alida trying not to grin when N'ky flushes so deeply...and only partially succeeding. "Oh, I dunno'..." the woman notes casually, pacing around the greenie with her gaze upon him, still. Witch. "I'm glad that Quinlys finally..." Ahem. Nix that. "Glad she found ya' a better fit...and even better, y'don't have ta' try 'n confront C'wlin 'n N'hax when y' weren't ready." "It was Meara," N'ky is quick to correct, a touch defensively; his preference for the greenriding Weyrlingmaster is no secret. "Quinlys d-doesn't like my stutter." Which is all he says on the matter - unrelated as it might sound to Alida, there's a connection there for him. "I'm... I'm still going to be w-wingleader, Alida. Even if I don't h-have to worry about that now, I s-still need to learn what you were going to teach me." « Remember, if he wants any help, feels overwhelmed... » They're ready. The blue's mind looks over that Cailluneth-tinged image of their new digs, a gruff blast of gold sand scouring that huge wallow perfectly clean to ready it for her occupation. « Suits y'both well. » There's pleasure for what seems like a happy conclusion to some hard times. (To Cailluneth from Ilicaeth) Again, Cailluneth accepts the help with shimmering gold appreciation, extending warmth thought to thought as she reaches for physical contact, too. Her rainbows twine with his sand, and she floods over them both with a wash of contented aquamarine. It does suit them well, yes; the quickening of her ever-present throbbing heart agrees with as much. (To Ilicaeth from Cailluneth) A small raise of both brows greets word of Meara being behind it, and Alida gives a rather large, toothy grin, her gaze glinting with dark pleasure. "Even better, then. She's a decent sort, overall. Got her quirks, but..." Shrug. "Letcha' in on a wee secret... t'was Meara who let me keep my hair...as long as I kept it pinned up tight." A wink, a pat of her large, yet severe braided bun at the back of her head presages the greenrider's next words, and a firm nod. "Wingleader 'r 'second, all uv' us gotta' learn the ropes." Though he remains staunchly strong, part of Ilicaeth can't help but enjoy his sister's pleasure and contentment, his sands swirling and dancing within rainbows and aquamarine, the scent and perhaps illusion of an oasis shimmering between them. (To Cailluneth from Ilicaeth) N'ky nods, gaze flickering to the blonde's bun. "But I th-think you would've also s-suited your hair short." But what would he know, being a boy? Fingers run through his curls, growing back steadily but still not back to their fully wild length. "I think some of us have to, um, learn more about being a l-leader. Some people get it n-naturally? And others," himself included, "need to s-study, to get it as right as p-possible. I want to be the b-best wingleader I can, 'Lida." To Ilicaeth, Cailluneth reciprocates the pleasure, purring raspy approval at her brother's vision. She weaves her rainbows around it, amplifying the colours, turning the scent of the sand into a living, golden thread, the lushness of the greenery and the water's refeshment each becoming their own colours, unique and indescribable, and all for Ilicaeth. "Me too...but..." Shrug. With the run of N'ky's fingers through his re-growing hair comes a hint of the imp again in Alida, and she smoothly lifts her arm, and seeks to do the same as the greenie, allowing herself a little grin in the process. With his words of leadership comes her silence, then a more thoughtful alto, "Got a secret for ya; most people ain't born leaders. It takes trainin' an' experience ta' make a good one. Inborn talent only makes the other two somewhat easier." A small nod to the other weyrling's words of studying soon finds 'lida's greens affixing to the youth's browns, the bluerider then murmuring, "It's a balance, I'm comin' ta' see." There's a faint twist of lips for the irony of such. "People skills - which *you* got - some charisma, knowin' when ta' bend a little, knowin' when ta' stand firm..." How thoughtful the blonde looks. "And experience, which makes it all gel." Ahh, feels so good to take a swim, especially in the parched heat of the desert. Ilicaeth invites Cai to do so, building upon the green's masterful weaving of sensations and colors to make for them a little lush hideaway where nothing can trouble anyone...then pulling her into the mind-waters with him. SPLASH! (To Cailluneth from Ilicaeth) Amongst his many weaknesses, having someone play with his hair is at the very top of N'ky's list. When Alida ruffles through his curls he goes stock-still, looking down at the bluerider with his brown eyes wide, lips slightly parted in surprise. Then his eyes close briefly as he exhales happily, head tilting just slightly into her touch while it lasts. And when it's gone, he stiffens up again, struggling to concentrate on what she's saying, leaving him nodding away with her ending phrase, even if he doesn't know the full context it comes in. "Gel. Y-yes." To Ilicaeth, Cailluneth is a fearsome beast when ambushed in such a way! Well, not really, but she does make a show of pretending to be so, bombarding Ilicaeth with a new rainbow - one made of black and red, and various shades between the two, accompanied by fierce growling and the metallic scrape of claws. And then, a little bubble of goldenpink, entirely out of place but carried by the fluttering lub-dub of a flickering copper heartbeat, uplifted by a rosy cloud. « My Heart likes it. » The touch, translated to a stroke of their headknobs from the running of fingers through hair. Interesting response, and Alida's keenly focusing gaze says so, though she only smirks softly at N'ky's reactions. "We're likely all gonna make our mistakes gettin' towards what we're lookin' for..." Cue a sour expression, since *she* doesn't care for making those. "Guess we gotta' consider such chalk marks towards that experience." Another small shrug is soon followed by the guard's clipped, "Aaand I think I'll be takin' off, now that I see yer not gonna' explode within the next few days." Smirk. "Hope y'decorate yer weyr nice." Ack! Horrors! He's being attacked! Well, not really, and with a bubbling chuff from below mental waters, Ilicaeth shows his own riposte of dagger teeth and fierce blasts of red and black sands that might scour hide from bone...if they needed to. As it is, all that happens is the sensation of teeth nibbling her tail and a raspy chuckle when he sees, hears the sensation of N'ky's enjoyment of Alida's touch...the pleasure he feels at being treated to Cai's rarer words. (To Cailluneth from Ilicaeth) N'ky's still distracted by thoughts triggered by that very unexpected touch, and he's left wincing as he shifts his stance, tugging down on his tunic instead of bunching it up while wringing it nervously. Tug tug tug, fabric held out at just a little big of an angle from his coltish body so as not to cling to anything, while he chews nervously on his lip. Her conclusion may be that he might not explode in the coming days, but he's got a whole new twitchiness about him right now. "Y-you can come by. Um... w-whenever you want to. You will come by, w-won't you?" To Ilicaeth, Cailluneth is softer, now, that golden balm soothing over her faux-monster, taking over inch by inch. She doesn't kick away the tail-nibbling, but instead curls towards her blue brother, bathing him in a blanket of coloured emotion that varies between lilac and rose, drawing him in towards her to knit their presences together. She's eyeing his odd tunic wringing and tugging with a certain detachment, but Alida chalks it up to N'ky just being himself, the young woman nodding a few times. "On occasion, yeah. You know how I am." Smirk. Not terribly social. With a lift of hand and a quirk of head for the sensations Ilicaeth's spilling off, the bluie pivots about and strides out of the greenhouse...feeling glad that things aren't tough, for *once*. And with Alida leaving, N'ky's left to deal with something that, while not tough, is definitely a bit of a problem for the moment; he watches the bluerider go before suddenly becoming very interested in the plants. Lovely, green, none-curls-stroking plants. Just want he needs to cool down. |
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Comments on "Logs:Alida and the (Unintentional) Turn-On"Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 07 May 2013 04:53:46 GMT.
...I don't think the term hair-trigger has ever been so literal before. ._.
Still, good N'ky got his weyr and I enjoy Ilicaeth and Cailluneth's interactions. ^^
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