Logs:Company in a Crowd
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| RL Date: 23 January, 2015 |
| Who: H'vier, Lycinea, Z'riah |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: H'vier keeps Lya company when she's been abandoned in the crowd that is a gather, somewhere. |
| Where: Benden Gathergrounds |
| When: Day 24, Month 11, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Farideh/Mentions, Tahvra/Mentions, Tayre/Mentions, Tayte/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Language, adult themes. |
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| Lya's dolled up. She wears the short green gather dress H'vier bought her for her first gather that's starting to show that it's seen more than a few gathers. Her makeup is done prettily and her hair coiffed simply into an elegant updo. The puckered lipped expression of frustration is the most familiar thing about the blonde tucked into the far end of a booth bench in the dance pavilion. She's on her lonesome though there's a cup abandoned across from her. Perhaps her present hope is that if she stays unobtrusive enough no one will notice her there. It's a nice thought, isn't it? Unfortunately, of all people that notice her, it's H'vier. The bronzerider slips onto the bench across from her, but he has his own cup so he pushes the abandoned one off to the side. "I thought that dress looked familiar," he says, eyeing her face for a moment before looking out over the pavilion. "I wouldn't have expected to find you out alone, though," he admits. "Not here. How are you, Lya?" Lya had ready a snappy rebuff for the average joiner, but H'vier doesn't qualify and the words die before they find breath from her lips. She looks at him, and then the crowd on the dance floor. She might be contemplating excusing herself, but the crowd is full of complete unknowns. "I'm fine," she answers now. "I'm here with a friend, but he... had a thing... he met someone. And he'll be back," she finishes up sounding more certain than she started. "A friend." The bronzerider smiles about that like it might be more meaningful than it really is. Especially since H'vier can probably imagine this thing he had to do with the person he met up with. "Why don't I keep you company until he comes back then." It's not a question. That's just what he's going to do. "Are you enjoying the gather?" "You can stay," Lya decides after a moment's contemplation. "Until my friend comes back. I don't like being at gathers alone, even if friends aren't supposed to cockblock." She sighs, and then folds her hands over each other on top of the table. "Are you enjoying the gather?" It's mundane enough to be a start. They can play at chit chat, can't they? Until Z'riah comes back. Lya's probably working through that in the back of her mind. He probably shouldn't laugh at that, but H'vier totally does. "Is that what your friend told you? Abandoning a friend to get off at a gather is hardly a friendly thing to do," he points out as though he doesn't think Lya realizes this and probably should. "I always enjoy gathers, one way or another. I'm enjoying it more now that I've talked to you." "You don't have to lay it on so thick just because we're friends," Lya answers with puckered lips of distaste. "I'm not a girl you're trying to pick up." She points out. Right? She shifts a little. "Did you do anything particular at the gather? Gifts for Tavi and Tayre?" As he's sometimes been known to do when they're together at a gather. "I'm sure he didn't think it would take long, and it's-- whatever." There's just a touch of a blush in her cheeks. "No different than if Farideh wanted to go lift her skirt for someone." Only, it seems to be because Lya mightn't blush if it were Farideh. "This isn't me trying to pick you up," H'vier assures her with a considering frown before he must decide to let that be. "I've picked up a few things for Tavi and Tayre, yes. Their turndays are close to each other. Mayrin, too, assuming her mother will let me give her anything." But that's not really something he wants to talk about. "Is Farideh lifting her skirt again?" He wouldn't know, since he's not chasing her anymore, either. "She and I went to Ista's gather." He doesn't, perhaps notably, ask about Lya's absent friend. Lya doesn't acknowledge his first words with anything more than a sniff. "Dunno if she is, but I wouldn't stop her if she wanted to, not even if she wanted to for that Blooded buffoon of hers." The blonde, maturely, mimics retching. "This is the first gather I've been to, with Z'riah. I managed not to throw up on Yizibeth," Bonus points when there's no actual retching anywhere, right? "Z'riah." The name is repeated like H'vier is familiar with the greenrider. But whether he already knew if Lya was friends with him or not is unclear. "I'm sure his dragon appreciates it." Reisoth certainly would. "And I hope he doesn't forget about you." That would be awkward. Or awesome, if you're H'vier. "You know him?" Lya will ask, curiously. She doesn't ask if they've slept together as most of her friends seem to have. "Yeah. Yizibeth seems like a nice dragon." Not that she'd really know the difference. It's not like she ever tried to throw up on Reisoth either, so she probably generally tries not to. "He won't forget about me." Beat. "I don't think, anyway." She reaches up to run her hand through her hair only to find it's in an updo, the care that's been taken with it unusual enough that she's forgotten there's nothing to run her fingers through just now. She awkwardly lets her hand float down to the table. "I know of him. He's... involved with Tayte." And that's a practically prude way of putting it where the bronzerider is concerned. But she'll have to excuse him if the greenrider isn't his most favorite person ever for this reason. H'vier doesn't sound like he wants to hit him or anything, though. That might not come until Z'riah actually shows up. "Yizibeth has informed Reisoth that he's still indisposed but that he won't forget about you." Which also, you know, alerts the greenrider to bronzerider's presence. H'vier won't even smile about the intrusion. "He said he knew her." Sort of. For all the prudeness, Lya's blushing. She looks down at the table. There's a measure of relief for Z'riah not forgetting about her, but she doesn't seem to have put his motivation together. "I'm thinking about trying to apprentice," she says after some moments of silence. "Maybe not healer, since I failed so miserably. I might be able to be a baker. I've had some turns in the kitchen anyway." Even if not with a bent toward cooking so much as simple prep and cleaning. There's a rumble of acknowledgement but no further comment on Z'riah's relationship with his ex. It's really not something he wants to give a lot of thought. Especially not if he might run into the man in question before he takes his leave. "Did you kill someone?" he muses with a small grin. How else does one fail miserably at healing? "No. I took the test with the apprentices at the end of the seven and just botched it." Lya sighs. "I'm not sure anyone would sponsor me into bakercraft but that's probably my best bet, though I haven't really ever been to any of the other crafts. I guess I could talk to some of the crafters." She sounds thoughtful. "And se-- sixteen is old for apprenticing," she ignores her stutter, acts wholly like it doesn't exist. "So the deck is stacked against me at any rate. Did you ever think about apprenticing?" "I don't think you can expect to pass a test after spending only a seven studying a subject. Weyrlings are barely proper dragonriders after having a whole turn under their belts." Granted, some weyrlings might disagree with him, but that's their problem, not his. "You know you can pay your way into anything, right?" Because Lya is obviously flush with cash. "Anyway, I know you're not sixteen. But you're right. You're a bit old for apprenticing." H'vier won't deny that. "It doesn't mean you can't, though, if that's what you want to do." He glances down at his cup for a moment before continuing with, "I never really wanted to apprentice, no. I got in with an interesting crowd at a young age and they were who I wanted to become." "A bronzerider?" Lya asks with a cant of her head offering her best guess at who he wanted to become. "And I can't buy my way into anything, but I'll think of something." Somehow. Maybe she'll just make it seem better that she should be the Hall's problem. "And anyway, I was sixteen when we met." As if that should make her willful lying about it totally okay. "I'll be eighteen in the first month," she volunteers, "So if I'm going to apprentice, I'd probably best do it soon. "No," H'vier replies to the passing question, but seems intent to focus more on her than himself. "I would offer, but I'm hesitant to seem as though I'm attempting to buy your affection." And we couldn't have that, now could we. Fortunately he doesn't seem to mind her lying, willful or not, and only says, "My, my. Eighteen so soon. You kids grow up so fast." After a moment, H'vier's amusement is distracted by his dragon, given his briefly distant focus, and then he offers, "It seems you've successfully avoided cockblocking your date, Lya. Congratulations. He must really like that cock." Lya rolls her eyes for the last thing first. "I'm staying out of this. Just like I did with Farideh. You all can like whatever body parts you want as much or as little as you like, so long as none of them belong to me, specifically." The blonde chews her lip a moment. "If I do end up needing to buy my way in, and need your marks to do it, I'll make you some kind of deal. But I'll see what my options are first." Might as well! "So who were they, anyway? The people you wanted to become?" "Fair enough." That's probably as much an answer for people liking body parts as it is for his marks. He considers the last questions as though he might not want to answer her, but after a few moments, H'vier says, "Some of them were riders. Some of them weren't. The ones I wanted to become were powerful men. Few people knew their real names or what they looked like, but they could puppet holders and dragonmen alike with the tug of a string." This is possibly an exaggeration. Lya tilts her head, looking at him thoughtfully as he answers. "Huh. You always struck me as the type who'd want your name known. But you wanted to be the man behind the men?" If it were anyone other than Lya who's head doesn't even go there, there'd have to be a giggle. "I am," admits H'vier. "As a bronzerider, anyway. Character flaw, I suppose." One of many, admittedly, but that's the only one he'll talk, and smile, about right now. "That's who I strove to be as a boy, though, yes. It might be what drew Reisoth to me. There's a balance to be struck, certainly." Which is starting to make him look thoughtful. Blue-green eyes follow the expressions as they change on his face. "Hmmm," she intones. "And does he want the same things as you? I've heard sometimes they don't. The dragons, I mean." There's a pause and then she adds, "It seems like one couldn't be known and be the one pulling the strings without things getting messy. I'm not sure how it would even work unless you were like, Lord Holder or something. Born into it and few who could, or would actually remove you." "Sometimes plain sight is the best place for someone to hide," H'vier tells Lya as his focus comes back onto her. "Reisoth and I generally share similar goals. He's an arrogant beast and thinks he's best suited to be in charge. He enjoys being Wingleader. But he also likes his privacy." Lya makes a face. "Those two things don't go together at all," she informs him. "Being in charge and having privacy? Look how many people care who K'del sleeps with. Your life is an open book if you're in charge of a place. It's awful. I'd never want anyone using my life for idiot chatter in the kitchen." She shudders. Chances are good Lya would be thrilled if no one talked about her, ever. "You're kind of weird, you know? You and your dragon both. Which is probably why I keep wanting to try to be friends with you." So see? It's good he stayed. He's winning her over! "I kind of enjoy people talking about me." It's said after a moment or two of consideration, like this might be the first time he's really thought about it from that angle. "Do you know many dragons?" H'vier has to wonder. "Or men, for that matter?" Maybe they're both perfectly normal and she's the weird one. "I'm glad you wanted to be my friend, though." His smile at her is fond, though it fades as his gaze is drawn away to focus elsewhere. "Greenrider," is not a particularly thrilled greeting. It's Z'riah. He's back! And a little flushed. But probably more from jogging here than because of what he'd been doing before. "Lya? Everything okay here?" is asked of her even though his gaze is focused on the bronzerider. He can move along now, clearly. "No," Lya answers but with no amount of sway or rethinking of her earlier position. Does she need to to know weird when she sees it? Evidently, she thinks not. "Yeah, Zif. It's-- fine. He was just keeping me company." She looks at the greenrider briefly and then away, muttering, "I told you I don't like crowds." Especially not being left alone in them. Then to the bronzerider. "Thanks." Beat. "Enjoy the gather." And then she's the one moving to stand up and snag up her coat from the hook, meaning to grab Z'riah's hand with her free one and tug him off in some direction or another away from the booth. Where she can tell him all about it, of course. And if she doesn't want to hear about Z'riah's adventure... well... She's not a perfect friend, okay? |
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