Logs:Use Our Lips
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| RL Date: 26 July, 2008 |
| Who: Daegan, Madilla |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Daegan interrupts Madilla's (almost continual) study to resume his flirtation - and convince her to spend some time alone with him. |
| Where: Library, Healer Hall |
| When: Day 2, Month 4, Turn 17 (Interval 10) |
| Most 'free afternoons' for the full apprentices are not quite what the name would suggest - there's homework, there's revision, there's constant study to be done. The arrival of spring has meant that, after a winter of being stuck indoors to study, many of the apprentices have elected to take their work outside and enjoy the sunshine; it's still pretty cold, but there's no longer any snow, and it's a nice change. But Madilla, getting over a cold, has elected to stay in this afternoon, and has spread out her books over a table in the mostly deserted library, secluded in a quiet corner. Her writing has obviously improved: she's making decently legible notes, scribbled down the page in a frenzy of industriousness.
Madilla shifts a page, looking back over something she's written, comparing it with something in the book open in front of her. The expression on her face is one of absolute concentration, so much so that it's hard to imagine she could be aware of Daegan's approach. Yet perhaps that's not the case: as the older apprentice saunters over and sets down his hides, she responds without even looking up, sounding utterly unconcerned. "Go for it. Plenty of room." Another page gets shuffled before she adds, this time lifting her head to look across at home, "I'm just going over that stuff on pediatric fevers. I don't know if I got it all." Even as she speaks, her face is set in a mask of concentration, her teeth resting upon her lip as she finishes her words. "Sure ya do. Ya always do, Maddie." Daegan's droll is a little bit of a tease to the girl, watching her moreso than the materials either of them have brought to drudge over. He watches her for another few long moments, observing her progress with the hides, and then quietly he asks, "Do you ever take a break, Maddie? I made it up fer th'Fort hatching t'watch Bergitte and Xhai impress an' all. I didn't see ya there or I'd've asked ya for a dance." His dark gaze is intense as he searches for reaction in her face. Every subtle nuance of her mask is observed and filed away for future reference and further study and comparison. Madilla flushes pink, her head shaking rapidly, dark curls - loose, for once - bobbing over her shoulders. "I'm not sure I do, Daeg. Fluids, cool baths," she reads off of her notes as she talks, "And-- I do too take breaks. I went with Kesyin, when she visited her family." And got walked walked home by her brother, though Madilla doesn't mention that. "I wanted to go to the hatching, but I didn't hear about it until too late. I would've liked to see them. I sent Berit a note." She sets her page down, adding, with a grin, "I think you're destined to never get that dance, at this rate. Anyway," she shakes her head, "It's not as though you're not working hard, too. We all are." "But yer never sure an' ya alway do." Daegan insists. "When we were studyin' with Jessen an' Calimee, who was it that showed us all up by her recounting o'th'various common cures fer stuffy noses?" He eyes her pointedly, then gives a little roll of his eyes as he finally flips his sheath of hides open and begins to peruse the lines of text scratched there. "I went up t'see 'em after, but Bergitte's been all sorts of busy -- too busy t'see me. But X'den barely has time either, so I guess its good that we're all workin' hard here else I'd be bored with nobody to visit with." He lets his eyes rove away from the words again, however, "Kesyin? Is that th'cute blonde one or th'brunette?" He questions, trying to place face with name. "Y'could always come visit m'family with me. 'Course, y'know how scary Gran is when she's teachin'? She's like that at dinnertime too, so I'd doubt you'd want t'actually share a meal with us - even on those few occasions when she's not sittin' with th'other assistant stewards' wives an' all." Madilla flushes deeper at Daegan's example, mumbling, embarrassed, "I just remember the herbs, the medicines. That stuff is easy. It's the rest of it that I'm not so sure about." She makes a face at her fellow apprentice, and looks back down at her own work, listening to him as she scans pages. "Guess they would be," she comments, conversationally. "I guess baby dragons would be a lot of work? And-- becoming a Weyrwoman..." She sounds uncertain at this comment, swapping subjects with a frown, and a turn of another page. "Blonde. I-- your gran frightens me. I think I'll pass on that. Anyway," she winks as she talks, amused, "You don't have any cute older brothers." Daegan slides easily off of his stool, meandering idly around the edge of the table to her side, "S'just what doesn't come quite as easily. But y'work hard, so you'll get it quick enough." His tone is thoroughly confident, her abilities really speak for themselves in classes. "Babies of any kind are a lotta work, but babies that become full grown in only a coupla turns have a more compressed schedule I'd wager." This is also conversational, but now that he's arrived beside her, he confides softly, "Gran's frightenin' t'everyone. But one day, y'oughta watch her with her patients when she thinks no one is lookin'. Sweet as any dear ol' bittie oughtta be." But to talk about his gran is not why he's gotten closer. He leans in on the heels of this remark, "Firs' o'all, I'm hurt that I ain't cute enough t'coax you over fer tea or some such, but second o'all, how would you know? Have you -met- my older brothers?" He winks, decidedly in her personal space, one hand on the desk in front of her, and the other on the back of her chair. Madilla tilts her head up to watch Daegan as he ambles around the table towards her, turning about in her chair as he comes up behind her. "I hope so," she tells him, earnestly. She has no further comment on the subject of weyrling dragons, instead watching intently as Daegan continues. "I head rumours on that - but I'm not sure I believe them. Though, given she works with children..." She breaks off, her eyebrows raised. Clearly, the past turn or so at Healer has relaxed her; the younger Madilla would have flinched away. "I don't need to go to tea with you to see you, though," she comments. "And neither are your brothers likely to be there. So." Her head does duck around, as if to reassure herself that there really is no one close enough to watch. Like all wannabe 'bad boys', Daegan must put off every appearance of throwing caution to the wind. Nevermind that he did his careful observations of the occupants of the room and the tasks they were about before he even came upon this particular fellow apprentice. But for all intents and purposes, he seems to have gone for 'dangerous and therefore sexy!' with the way he seems heedless of repercussions of any actions he might take. So he leans a little closer to whisper into the younger girl's ear. "True, but it would give ya a reason t'see me outside of all these lessons and study groups. We did talk once about kissing. Those many months ago. In th'infirmary. Do ya remember? I haven't forgotten. Though in that light, my brothers not bein' there'd prolly be a good thing." Madilla, even having apparently reassured herself, looks a little awkward, nonetheless. She hesitates, as he leans in to whisper, going bright pink - again. "Or," she tells him, keeping her voice exceptionally low, barely audible despite their close proximity, "We could just, you know, go for a /walk/. I don't think dinner with your Gran would exactly be the right, er... moment." Distinctly awkward. Pink cheeks and all. "I mean, if we were to. Try that." "We were talking about tea, not dinner, just then." Daegan responds a touch of petulance in his tone. Ahh, young-- attempts at-- getting-- well, he's not sure exactly what he wants to get, but getting something! Kissing maybe! Such floundering and mis-speakings. But at least its a half decent cover. "We could go for a walk if you weren't studying all the time." Not that he studies any less, of course. "Or always with those girls." He winks at her. "Of course, you're not with them now. And seem to just be studying. Its a nice day out. Wanna go for a walk? I'll help you study while we walk, if you want?" "Tea, dinner, whatever - it's all the same, isn't it? If it involves your Gran, it's not exactly..." Madilla's expression shows amusement at Daegan's petulance; whatever she thinks of all of this, she's clearly not impatient or frustrated. "All you have to do is /ask/. Though I admit, I'd rather not have all the girls gossiping about me." She pauses, glancing around, then down at her work, and back up at Daegan. "I don't think studying is really what you have on your mind, but... It /is/ a nice day." Which is probably a yes. "Forget Gran." Daegan respond with a little groan of frustration. "You're missing the point." He leans back, folding his arms across his chest. His head turns to draw his face in a half profile to her, nose pulling up in the air. He gives a little sniff of hurt that she might doubt his motives. "Fine then. No studying. We'll take a real break, take a nice walk, an' jus' talk an' stuff. Yer prolly jus' about as worried an' stressed out as I am 'bout all of this stuff as I am. We both deserve an afternoon off." And with that said, an arm is proffered to Madilla. "So we can just chat an' use our lips for other stuff, an' have a nice little afternoon of it, yeh?" He flashes her his most winning smile which is hardly convincing, but she didn't seem so closed to the idea so he's gotta try, right? "You were the one who brought her up," retorts Madilla, still amused, as if she's intentionally trying to taunt the other apprentice. "A walk, then," she agrees, after a long moment's pause. "It's too early to worry about exams, I guess. We can spare the time." As to using lips for 'other stuff', she makes no particular reference, though her cheeks? Still rosy pink. She tidies her papers together into a pile, finally drawing herself to her feet to accept the proffered arm. "Quick, before someone sees. I--" Pause. Grin. "Wouldn't want to ruin my reputation. For constant study, you know." (Scene ends, but assumption is that Madilla and Daegan take that walk - and there's talk, and maybe a few kisses. Because they're teenagers.) |
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