Logs:Finally, a Good Decision
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| RL Date: 31 August, 2014 |
| Who: H'vier, Tayte |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Tayte runs into H'vier after almost three sevens of not inviting him to have some fun. The decision is finally explained, and stuck to. |
| Where: Eastern Bowl, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 6, Month 9, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Jeyli/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated. |
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| Eastern Bowl, High Reaches Weyr Ringed by rough granite walls to all sides but one, this end of the huge bowl narrows from the even broader plain to the west, continuing the ever so slight downward slope toward the blue and green of the Weyr's lake and surrounding foliage. More open to sun and wind than the western bowl, but less frequented when there aren't weyrlings in residence, the bowl's grassy tufts keep the topsoil in place and thicken into a bloodstained meadow within the feeding pens that adjoin the lake. At the base of the surrounding cliffs lie entrances to several caverns, including the dragon infirmary and the weyrling barracks: the former to the northwest near where the spires begin, the latter opposite to the southwest. Both archways are large and dark enough for any dragon to pass through, but it's the infirmary's that is haunted by faint smells of redwort and numbweed, as though over generations they have seeped into the very stone. To the southeast, between the weyrling area and the lake, there are a handful of structures built into the floor of the bowl, standing out amidst otherwise an empty space. Warm sunshine and cloudless skies make for a beautiful day and pleasantly warm evening. A breeze tempers the heat with no humidity lingering in the air.
Both H'vier and Reisoth linger in the bowl, the former talking to the latter while the latter surveys their surroundings with as close to a bored expression as a dragon can approximate. It eventually settles on the woman waving to the blue and, soon enough, that's where H'vier's attention is focused, too. "Tayte," he calls in his raised Wingleading voice even as he starts in her direction. Tayte looks, of course. She must recognize the voice, even if it's a little different. Still she looks mildly surprised a moment before schooling her expression. She now lifts a hand in acknowledgment in greeting, but since he's farther into the bowl away from the Craft Complex, the pregnant blonde waits where she is for him to come the rest of the way to her. "Hi," she greets quietly once he's closer. Her eyes cast beyond to the bronze. "How are you? How's Reisoth?" Because this is a totally normal conversation and that's how you start polite conversations, right? Nevermind that she stopped asking him over for no strings attached sex three sevens ago and hasn't said boo about it since or given him much in the way of opportunity to speak to her about much of anything. She's not been avoiding him when he comes to drop Tahvra off, but often she has someone there with her to help, be it Yvalia or one of the aunties from the caverns, or even Oliwer, who is surely H'vier's favorite helper. It doesn't take long for H'vier to stride his way toward Tayte. At least he's not running. That might be weird. But he does seem somewhat pleased to see her, even despite her lukewarmish conversation. "Reisoth and I are well. But you're the one that's important, hmm? Is everything okay? Still healthy?" More importantly, did she hurt herself somehow that necessitates this no sex policy? Okay, that might not be the most important. Especially since he himself knows it's a bad idea. But... Tayte. If he glances at her chest, maybe it's just because he's trying to tell whether or not it's any bigger than the last time he saw it. "Good. I'm glad." Possibly more glad for Reisoth's health and well-being than H'vier's. Especially since the hatching. "I'm fine, thank you. One of Tayte's hands moves to lay lightly across her bump. "We're fine, so far as the healers can say." Her other hand joins the first and she glances back toward the complex as if she might be thinking of making a hasty escape. H'vier's gaze travels further down toward the bump that her hands are cradling now. There's a barely audible sigh before his eyes come back up. "I'm glad to hear it. You've been avoiding me." Blunt. "So it's nice to know that you're well firsthand." Rather than him having to ask Yvalia or aunties how she is, in particular. "You've been-" getting "-busy." Tayte answers with a shrug. "I don't like to share," except that one time, "and you were right, it was a bad idea." She reaches to pull her fingers through her loose tresses. "They've had me sticking to my bed most days." She shrugs as if that isn't a torture all its own. "Somewhat less busy now, as it happens." Not that eggs did a whole lot. And so long as one doesn't count his recent exploits. That might be asking a bit much. "You're upset with me." H'vier is very observant, you see. "No. You're single, you can do what-" who "-you like." Tayte answers with a shrug of her shoulders. Although, apparently that doesn't include Tayte anymore, even if he would like. She shifts her hands slightly on her stomach. "You said yourself it wasn't a good idea." It's nice to be able to quote him now! For some reason that seems to trigger a thought in H'vier that leaves his lips without waiting for his brain to filter it first. Always exciting. "You found someone else to fuck. Don't tell me you went back to its father just to avoid me." Tayte sighs, looking down at the ground a moment before rallying to meet his gaze, expression patient and even. "No, Havi. I'm still in love with you so it's just not a good idea for me to still be fucking you." H'vier sighs out a sound that rumbles like a growl. But it only takes him a moment to recover. "I'm glad to hear you're well, Tayte. If you'll excuse me," he doesn't really wait for an answer before he's turning away. She doesn't stop him. She doesn't even try. Instead she watches after him with sad eyes, and after a sigh, Tayte turns to make her slow and careful way back to her room in the craft complex. |
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