Logs:Shanlee Continues to Elude N'thei
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| RL Date: 13 August, 2007 |
| Who: N'thei, Shanlee |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| Where: Storerooms, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 31, Month 2, Turn 13 (Interval 10) |
| Shanlee wanders in from the lower caverns. Shanlee has arrived. The workaday Weyr sticks to the outer contents of the storerooms, with a few weyrfolk darting in and out to grab food and such. The back of the storage caverns are primarily empty, though the bounce of a light against the walls in the furnishings stores is a pretty dead giveaway that someone is rummaging around back there. Just briefly, that someone is visible as N'thei pops his head out from around some shelves and pulls a sheet off a promising lump of furniture. Coming down the corridor with a tall bluerider at her side, Shan's light voice can be heard replying to something he's muttered "Look A'mos. I've told you already. There's not a lot I can do. If you and Aksoth have been cleared, then it's back to duties." turning toward the young man, the weyrsecond's tone drops a little "If you like I can set up an appointment with Kasiese?" this seems to unsettle the bluerider as he quickly backs away "No Ma'am, its fine we'll be heading out in five minutes." The smirk thrown at his back by the greenrider, clear evidence that the other rider had been simply trying to extend his time off and lost. Continuing back on her original course, she goes passed where N'thei is just as he pops his head out. Halting, the woman turns slowly on her heel and fixes him with an amused grin "Hiding from someone?" "If so." N'thei flutters the sheet a little, sends dust flying off away from himself and Shanlee. Beneath the sheet is a slightly tattered oversized chair, in good repair except for the wear and tear on the arms and cushion. "If so, then I'm not doing a very good job of it, am I?" He rolls up the sheet around one arm, his weight on one heel while he looks over the find. "All work and no play for you?" Shanlee chuckles, as arms come to fold loosely around herself "Or maybe I'm just real good at finding people that are trying to hide, hhhmm?" stepping back instinctively as the sheet is freed of its dust. The chair revealed is eyed with open interest "Furniture shopping. I gather this means you got your weyr then?" one corner of her mouth curling upward and an amused look flicked over N'thei as the weyrsecond leans against a set of shelves "What makes you think I don't play just as hard as I work?" With a little quiet laughter, N'thei answers, "Still means I'm not especially adept at the hiding part, doesn't it?" He brushes some dust off here and there with his palm, his glances infrequent toward Shanlee, more on the chair. "Not yet, not yet. Preemptive scrounging for odds and ends." Trying out the chair, he turns it more to face Shanlee's chosen shelf and drops into the seat, occupying as much room as possible in the rather large furnishing. Then, grinning, he answers her last question; "Call it a hunch, ma'am." Pointing at the discarded sheet, Shan grins "You might want to try draping that over you next time and pretending to be a hat stand or something." Pushing her shoulder away from the shelving and moving so that now her back leans against it with palms flattened out between herself and the unit, the weyrsecond shrugs "Forward planning. A good quality." she seems to make mental note of this. N'thei's last draws a deep smirk "And just what is it you think I do once duties are done then?" a brow lifts marginally, fine features a curious with expectancy for what his answer may be.
N'thei holds the sheet up at arm's length, with it roughly folded in half, and peers down toward the floor. "My ankles would show and give me away." He fusses around within the confines of the chair, squirms this way and that to measure the space it leaves him, and eventually settles comfortably with one ankle raised and crossed over the other knee. "I haven't figured that out yet. Why don't you enlighten me." Shanlee makes a 'tsking' sound in her throat as the sheet proves to be too short "That's the problem with being so big. Not many places to hide. But then again, you likely didn't have a brother and his friends stuff you into old barrels just because they could." The lopsided grin going to prove this was more fond memory then gripe. Watching as N'thei finally settles himself in the chair, the weyrsecond drops her chin to peer at him with a dryly amused look "Now if I did as you ask and told you, where would the fun be in you trying to guess?" N'thei shakes his head somberly to agree with Shanlee's deduction, wordless but no doubt relishing the amusing thought of shoving Shanlee into a barrel. By and by, he clears his throat and stops looking through the greenrider, back at her instead. "You'll not get me to play a guessing game, ma'am. Least of all about you. I'll just labor under the delusion that you really are all business." That brow that had lifted marginally, now hikes up higher "It didn't end well for them." Shan warns with a twitch of lips, should N'thei be entertaining thoughts of 'Barrel the weyrsecond.' Slight shoulders lift and fall in a nonchalant shrug "Whatever you wish." She certainly wasn't going to be handing out information freely it seemed. "So tell me...." the petite woman shifts her lean slightly against the shelving "....what does N'thei do in terms of play, hhhmmm?" "Of course it did." But that doesn't stop N'thei from having the thoughts, does it? He even measures Shanlee with his eyes, compared to a barrel not so far off in the cold stores. Fortunately, the barrel is full of salt and not likely to be used for dunking. "I have my vices, the same as the next man. You've patently refused to indulge them for me so far, if you recall." didn't * Canting her head to one side, Shan eyes the bronze weyrling's assessing of her. "Perhaps I should you introduce you to Raiveen and let him tell you how he got that scar behind his ear?" this to what clearly seems to be N'thei comparing her diminutive stature to that of a nearby barrel. Hands clasped behind her back, the greenrider pushes away from the shelving, takes a step forward and bends toward the seated man, her heavy braid swinging over her shoulder as she does so. With a decidedly sly cast to both tone and eyes, the light tone drops low "Is that what would make you happy? If I were to 'indulge' your vices?"
N'thei lets go the idea of dunking Shanlee, for self-preservation if nothing else. The seat is low enough that he does have to lift his eyes a few degrees to keep the greenrider in his frame of reference when she comes over, and he does so with his upper teeth filing on his lower lip, half-crushing a burgeoning smile. "That depends on whether you're asking with intent to fulfill or only intent to torment me. So far, it's all been the latter, and a man can only take so much dangled before him before he stops grasping." At the 'dangle' part, the looks at the end of Shanlee's braid a second, then back up with a witty smile. Straightening slowly from the lean downward, Shan's chin comes up with an air of smug satisfaction for something said by N'thei. Low laughter filters out as his eyes are followed to the end of her braid which now lies against her. "You strike me as being the 'love 'em and leave 'em' type. Is that what you do? Entice a woman with those eyes and innuendo of yours and then toss her aside once you've gained what you were after?" petite frame held perfectly still the words are laced with edges of frost much like the weather outside. Unclasping a hand from behind her, the weyrsecond waves this last off "Old habits." is all he now gets in truthful answer for her tormenting of him "My apologies." a dip of head downward as sincerity colors the green of her eyes. In all Shanlee's questions, N'thei answers briefly; "What is it that you think I'm after?" There's little to say for his expression or voice right now, the moment of rather open desire over and the poker face back, tinged as ever with a veneer of mirth. He looks the greenrider square in the face though, and he must have learned a thing or two by now, because there's absolutely no attempt to capitalize on her proximity. The hand that had waved around now folds all fingers except for the index digit, this now draws lazy circles in the air to frame N'thei's face, "With that bland expression you wear now? I certainly hope you'll be entering the poker tournament to be held soon." Stepping out and to his side, the greenrider bends once again, just close enough to his ear to murmur "Because you and I both know what you want, don't we?" moving once again steps draw her right the way around the seated man and back to her lazy lean against the shelving. Abruptly any taunting that had so openly displayed is erased and the cool exterior of her rank settles across the fine features once again "Once you've been assigned a weyr, find Dassah, the Headwoman if there's anything you have need of for it. She'll set you right up with crockery, cutlery, linen and such." N'thei says nothing about dragonpoker, nothing about the whispering near his ear, nothing about Shanlee walking back to the shelf. His smile may have deepened for an instant, but it's gone fast; he says nothing at all for quite a long space, until the greenrider is back to her cool expression. Then, "Thank you for the advice. I'll be sure and keep it in mind if there's anything for which I have need. I had better get back to the furniture picking's before the others have at them." He smiles a perfect, polite, gentlemanly smile and stands, but he still gives Shanlee the chance to be the one who leaves. The silence and then the perfectly respectable response to Shan's own businesslike air, allows a faint smirk to curl through and then withdraw once again. Pushing off for the last time from the shelving, invisible wrinkles in flawless breeches are smoothed and sleeve cuffs tugged at to ensure the 'perfect' image. "Do so." the dark red head nods "Have fun furniture hunting. Perhaps you can convince one of the cavern girls to find you the perfect bed for your weyr." this tossed out as a last taunt when the weyrsecond makes her departure, edging carefully past the now standing N'thei and quickly continuing on the path she'd been on before discovering him in the corridor. "I'd have more fun if you weren't leaving but..." N'thei feigns a forlorn tone while he watches Shanlee edge past him, with his own hands held carefully behind his back and well out of harm's way. Amused eyes are aimed down at the greenrider, his good humor quickly regained, so at least he'll have that to keep him company. Shanlee wanders into the lower caverns. |
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