Logs:Impending Doom
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| RL Date: 10 July, 2013 |
| Who: Telavi, K'zin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Telavi is in a good mood and is determined. K'zin wants to get back in her good graces. Everyone wins, until Jo finds out. (Maybe she'll think it's fun! K'zin isn't optimistic.) |
| Where: Kitchens and Jo's HideOut Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 17, Month 3, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Windy |
| Mentions: Jo/Mentions, N'ky/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Telavi's proddy. Can you tell? K'zin can't. |
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| Kitchen, High Reaches Weyr Polished marble and granite surfaces, gleaming metalwork and pale woods characterize the vaulted fastness of the kitchen. Several large hearths gape red-mouthed against the outer wall of the cavern, their fires almost always stoked for the constant cooking the Weyr requires to feed its denizens. Sinks line the wall to one side of the hearths, providing ample space to wash large quantities of dishes, while to the other, cabinetry and a deep pantry provide storage space for items commonly needed on a day-to-day basis. The remaining wall space is taken up by passageways and extra seating: swinging doors that lead variously to the main living cavern, the inner caverns and the storage rooms, a counter-height pass-through for food service to the Snowasis, and a series of nooks equipped with tables and benches for quick, out-of-the-way meals any time of day.
He'd come for just a cup of klah, but the protests of the littles draw K'zin's gaze. His browns don't linger on the children long, but instead shift to their focus: Telavi. The bronzerider hesitates, taking a moment to think before heading in her direction. "Hey Tela," He greets, a smile ready, if perhaps a touch uncertain of his reception. He hasn't exactly talked to her much socially since that one night... "Nice flowers. And fruit. Been... harvesting?" Silence for a moment, as Telavi works a narrow stem into place, teeth pressing into her lower lip... and this one appears to hold, enough that Tela can relax into a smile of her own that just grows when she looks up to see K'zin. Not that it's unalloyed, explained when she leans over to whisper without herself looking, "Are they gone? Tell me they're gone. They wanted to help." And left with more short pieces in their hair and others clutched in their probably-sticky hands, too. For harvesting, "The fruit's for the kitchens, of course, but rummage if you want, there are some good ones there." A growing smile, that's good! K'zin's smile becomes more certain when he sees it. He glances around and then leans in to whisper, "They're gone, you're safe." He looks at the flowers, "But I might want to help." His expression shows this to be something of a tease. "I am awfully good at braiding, you know." K'zin only turns down food when something's wrong. Today, he rummages as invited. "Where'd you go for it?" Once he's confirmed their safety, Telavi lifts her head with the little blue wildflowers held in front of her nose like a veil, making a display of darting stealthy glances to and fro... before at last she relaxes the rest of the way. "You are indeed, now that you mention it. It may not have been wise for you to remind me. I might try to put you to work; it's in a good cause, after all." Tela pauses to wet her throat with the glass of what looks to be water, the water glass that isn't the one doubling as a vase. "A place, no, a couple places down South, really," and she has the golden tan to show for it, too, and the smile that today doesn't leave any shadows about her eyes. "One of the Snowdrift riders told me about it. It was fun." No dead people! "My fingers," Beat, "And any other part of me, really," K'zin drops down onto the beside her, straddling it so he faces the greenrider, "-are ready for you to put to work. What would you have of me?" It's either a very broad or very specific invitation that the bronzerider makes once he's done rummaging, placing two relatively undamaged fruits on the tabletop. His hands are then held palm up between them, eyes flicking from greenrider to the basket of flowers. "Sounds like fun. Maybe next time you go, I can come along. Double your take for the day. I've learned a couple of pretty choice places down that way myself." Her brows tilt up and, just like that, there's Tela's telltale blush as she glances back at K'zin-- and not even glancing through her lashes, either. She could fight the blush back, or at least try. She doesn't. "Really. Then I'll have to hold you to that," Telavi decides, her voice lilting with light, pleased intimations of her own. Of course, then she says, "First, we braid. Then, we hang it up. Then... we'll see. What it looks like." And so forth. "Do come, and I'd like to see those other places too. What's your favorite find so far?" "Really." K'zin confirms, his expression quite serious. After all, braiding and other things are serious matters. "Where are we hanging it up?" He queries, curious, moving his hands to offer to take some flowers and get started. "Mm, I think my favorite one is this waterfall and pool. It's inland a ways. And a ways from anything inhabited. It makes it pretty much perfect. The flowers are in bloom now, though I can't say for how long they'll stay that way." To do it, Telavi has to set down her glass before extricating some of the long-stemmed blooms one-handed, careful to not catch their stems on their neighbors as she offers them to him. They seem to be doing fine without water for the moment, nothing too fragile, their scent sweet, fresh and barely-there. "Jo's weyr." Her smile doesn't just verge on wicked, it does the conga with it, if only for a moment before she nearly loses her hold on her current braid and has to rearrange. As a side note, "What we could use is one of your smithy... clamp things." As a not-so-side note, "And that sounds absolutely lovely. Would you say that be a good stop for today? Before the flowers go, and all, it would be such a shame if we missed them." Doesn't he think? "What would you say the chances are-" K'zin starts, after raising a brow to where this fancy flower-chain will end up, "-that my name will be kept completely out of it whenever she sorts out it was your gift? Because I can't afford to have Jo even the least bit upset with me just now." He notes this casually, as though it were totally natural. As natural as hanging braided flower chains in the rough, tough convict's weyr. "We could go today. We could go right now, even. If you liked. There's no saying when those blooms will go. And some of them might be good for this kind of thing. There's a meadow not far from the falls." It might be an attempt at a distraction, now that he knows where the flowers are destined for. "Oh, K'zin. She won't mind," of this, Telavi is rightly or wrongly certain. "But if you insist, we can write a note saying it's from me, and I won't even add a bit that's all, 'And K'zin had nothing to do with it, really.'" Her dimples are showing as she braids, though, so he may take that as he likes. "And stop tempting me with your tempting ways. I don't think they'll fall off in the next half hour, or however long, and if they do, they wouldn't be any good on this, now would they," and there's a deep breath where she could continue with this logic she's pulled out from somewhere, but instead she just smiles at him before adding on another flower. "Next question: which is a stronger oath? Cross-your-heart or pinky swear?" "She won't?" K'zin sounds dubious, the way Telavi sometimes does. Is it an impression of her? It might be. "I'm not so much worried about what you tell her initially. I'm pretty sure in general that I can trust you to be discreet. But during pillow talk..." He tone turns teasing, "All kinds of things can come to light that were kept secret before." That might be some kind of promise. For later, for her. He abandons his attempts to persuade her away from the chain, bending his head a little so he can get a better look at what he's doing. His fingers work away as he answers, "I've always been a pinky-swear man. But I did tell N'ky the last time," He frowns, "-that we had to get something more manly. I haven't needed anything like that in a while. What about you? Do you cross your heart or pinky swear when you're really serious?" That maybe-impression, it purses Tela's mouth right up as though she senses something's up, but perhaps that's really so she won't laugh, given her dancing eyes. Dancing eyes, becoming thoughtful eyes, intrigued eyes, all the while with that same easy warmth. It does her no good with her braiding, though, leading to Tela's murmuring a mild expletive before adding another broken-stemmed flower behind her ear. "If you like," she says, "you may wait and I'll hang it all by myself, even though you are so conveniently tall." The mention of N'ky earns him another glance, though this time no flowers are sacrificed. "I shouldn't ask what it was, if you pinky-swore," though her voice lifts just slightly, just in case the swearing didn't involve silence. "Ours used to be the cross-your-heart, complete as you might expect with 'stick a needle in my eye,' and we'd laugh because of course we did always have a needle handy. I think if I had to swear, now, I'd just do it. Unless we needed that laugh." He doesn't miss the intrigue or the broken flower, but there's a small, warm smile when she places it behind her ear. The looking earns him a broken flower, though, and because K'zin is still occasionally silly, he tucks it behind his own, the orange bloom standing out brightly against his dark locks. "I'll help. But it's your job to talk Jo out of revenge if she's of a mind to take it on me. I'll claim I was helpless to your charms. Which would be true, if you elected to use them on me." The bronzerider rambles a little, but it's the nice kind of ramble tonight. He doesn't say more on swearing, his, N'ky's, Tela's or whomeverelse the 'they' includes. He just braids. Seeing that, hearing that, Tela can't help but smile all over again, verging on goofy before she refocuses. Because, braiding. Also, revenge. "I can live with that. I'd say I could at least slow her down so you could run, but I think she plans more long-range than that... and besides, she knows where we each live." It really should be ominous, even in a stagy sort of way, but her tone just can't seem to make it anything other than light. Perhaps it's the braiding's fault; certainly there's braiding, braiding, and more braiding, until then finally Telavi bends their project an assessing eye. "I think... I think that will be good. We'll just take the extras with us, in case anything gets broken along the way," or during the process of hanging, or whatever. With that, she starts coiling her end of the chain about her wrist, but far looser than her wrist, so it's less apt to break. "Mind grabbing... about half of the extras? We can leave the stems and the basket, it's fine." And then... it's ledge time! K'zin was quite dedicated, all that intensive finger work. It's not so easy, and he breaks a lot of the stems because his fingers aren't readily made for that kind of delicate work. But once all is done, he's nodding to Telavi's instructions, but opts to just bring the basket instead of trying to find a way to carry about half of what remains and not break them or get them blown out of his hands along the way. He opts to ride along with Telavi to the ledge, easier to hide one green than a green and a bronze. One would be normal, two? Might catch enough attention to get them caught. Jo's HideOut Weyr, High Reaches Weyr With the rock being a burnished grey, the inner portion of the weyr appears almost cavernous when it's not. Past the heavy deep blue drapery that separates weyr from ledge, the sunken floor looks polished smooth, as if it has been blown like glass. Few cracks marr its surface, giving it a nice contrast to the slightly rocky walls. The backmost wall has niches carved deeply into them, giving way to empty shelves and holders. Whatever's left belongs to the very large map that depicts in sheer detail the whole area and mountains of the High Reaches, including its holds, crafts, and the position of the Weyr. The leftmost wall is riddled with hollowed-out crates turned sideways, giving the impression of a vintner's wall of wine. Very little of the bottles can be seen, giving the area a very desolate feel. A light-weight, deep brown desk takes up space before the large map with a stack of blank hides, writing stylus and a glow basket to top it. The large white-sheet bed was pushed to the rightmost wall along with some shelving. A rug occupies this portion of the floor, along with a painting depicting a wintry landscape hung up on the wall. At the foot of the bed are three tool hangers sticking out of the wall, currently being used by a worn-looking riding jacket, riding straps, and a riding helmet.
What? Firelizards raising havoc? Firelizards unwanted? Yep, that sounds about right. And so it is that as K'zin eyes the map with extreme trepidation that a raucous firelizard shriek heralds the glacier blue of trouble-making Kazi as an addition to the ruckus. He sails through the air, darting, diving and weaving. Not at Biter, but entwined with his path. It draws K'zin's annoyed attention his palm moving to his face. Some muttered curse goes unheard in the wake of the noise. He ignores the creatures as he looks to the greenrider. "I don't think the map's a good idea. We lose one pin and Jo will flay us-- or at least me alive. She's got no interest in my skin and pretty looks staying intact. How about over her crates?" He points to the shelving that takes up the one wall. Solith could see about making at least Biter go poof... but now that he has a playmate, what's the harm, right? Although Telavi is quailing a bit, tugging her pretty plum-colored hat down over her braids, which most certainly makes it easier to go with K'zin's suggestion. Without argument, even! "Can you reach that high? Should I climb the shelves? Not that it has to be all the way up, I suppose..." She's already begun to uncoil the garland, not too far as yet, just to get it started. "How about you grab the garland, and I'll lift you up?" K'zin offers, glancing Telavi up and down. Just because so much else in K'zin's life has gone all upside-down and backwards doesn't mean his fitness routine has suffered. If anything, it's gotten more intense. Booze and fitness training. They go together, right? "You could get on my shoulders, if you like." For all the times Tela's taken a moment to admire K'zin's shoulders, now she assesses them in a new light. "Hmm. That... could work." She's limber. "And if Jo comes in, we can challenge her to a game of Chicken." But she won't, will she? Or, at least, not without Solith's warning. If Solith feels like warning them. Hastily, before Tela can talk herself in or out of anything else, she trots over to the other weyrling to get herself hoisted. "Right. That too." K'zin agrees, looking amused. He reaches out and as graceful as the talented dance partner he is, places his hands at Telavi's waist and spins her to face away from him. Then he's taking a knee and bending forward to poke his head through her legs. Insert joke here. Swiftly, but carefully then, she's hoisted as he rises up onto his feet, taking the time to find his balance. Then he moves over to the crates, "Y'alright?" He checks. Oh wait, insert joke here, "S'been a while since I've been between your legs..." Or maybe just an observation. Between them, they can make it easy, at least the physical arrangement of Tela's following that partner's lead, right down to leaning here and there to make the balance-finding easier. "It's been a long time since I've pulled on your hair, too," she points out dryly, reaching with her free hand to give it a trial tug. "I'm good. Over to the left some? ...Biter, stop that." Over to the left some, it is. K'zin takes direction well. "Well, maybe when we're done here we can head down south and correct both of those absences." Her attention being drawn by the firelizards draws his own, "Kazi, stop chewing on his tail. Sorry, Tela." "If we survive this," though Tela's voice at least is bright where her words are dour. "Don't worry, it'll serve him right." She's tucking the end of the garland under one of the items in the niches, not looking too closely, though maybe she should: when's she going to get the chance again to reach this high, after all? Unwinding enough slack to give it some play, she leans a bit to the right even before remembering to say it out loud. "Did you ever do this at the beach, in the water? It's fun. I mean, up like this," she'd pat his shoulder if only she had a free hand, "Not the weyr-decorating." If they have the hang of it, if the firelizards don't interfere, at least the rest should get easier from here. "No. I hadn't been to a beach since I was three or so until we started betweening." K'zin's answer is matter-of-fact. "But maybe we'll try it sometime. Graduation, maybe. People did talk at one time about everyone going over to Ista, spending time on the beach. Then..." Then everything changed. "Maybe they'd be interested now. Nostalgia or something. Are we old enough to have that?" He moves along the crates as she instructs, careful, careful. When it's hung, though, he's a little less so, it's over to the bed he goes next, "Ready to fall?" He asks, tone playful. "Hmm." And, "Maybe." Tela, speculative. Maybe people being interested, maybe nostalgia, maybe maybe maybe... "No!" That would be Telavi, clinging, not that there's necessarily much she can do about it if he's determined, though she does try to unhook one knee from his shoulder at least, the better to set up an attempt to slither down his back. "K'zin. Not on her bed." Oh, he's determined. "Oh, yeah, because she's going to have no clue that someone's been here." K'zin points out as he dumps Telavi onto the bed, making move to pin her once she's rolled herself over, pressing a kiss to her lips, then sliding right off again. "So, waterfall, southern, blooming flowers?" He suggests. "Are we done here?" "But that's differen..." and that's succeeded by something very like a squeak, and laughter, and Tela sliding off too just as soon as she's let. "Almost." Because someone has to fluff the blankets to erase that particular bit of evidence, and that someone is Telavi, right before tucking one of the spare flowers not on the pillow but rather atop the desk. And then she has to survey their project, because, "Look at it. It's fun." Then grab for his hand, even if she'll have to drop it just as soon as they get to Solith, and if he's got the basket they can go, go, go. He looks when she bids him. Deadpan, K'zin looks from the flower chain to Telavi. "'Fun.' Yeah. I love staring at the reason for my impending doom." Does he mean the flowers or the greenrider? It must be the flowers, right? But there's go, go, go-ing to be done. Basket in hand, the two are on their way. It's a quick stop back at his weyr to snag some supplies and then they're off. Southern is beautiful, as promised. The dragons land in the meadow, but K'zin doesn't let the greenrider get too distracted by the flowers there, because grabbing a backpack from his straps, he's leading her through the span of jungle that leads to the waterfall and pools. And there? Promises are made good. All except the pillow talk, but that's because they lack a pillow and it's late by the time they're heading back and there were better things to be doing with their mouths than talking. |
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