Logs:You Were Proddy
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| RL Date: 30 September, 2009 |
| Who: K'del, P'ax |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: P'ax wants to apologise. |
| Where: Star Stones, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 23, Month 11, Turn 20 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: C'sel/Mentions |
| To Cadejoth, Yyth whisks in, filling up the light like a curtain jerked quickly over the windows. « Cadejoth! We should snuggle. You should come snuggle me, in fact. » Matter of factly. « And while you cuddle me, mine wants to talk to yours! » Wickedly she lets the thought swirl: Somebody's in trooooouble, and she doesn't even care who it is. The sudden darkness is filled with the low, metallic clink of Cadejoth's chains, seeking the green through the darkness to claim her. Snuggling! encourages an enthusiastic response, a howly-breath shared between them, followed after a moment more by; « We can come, but not quite yet. We've been at *Crom*, and we're not quite home, yet. » Beat. « What does he want to talk to him about? Is it bad? He's in a good mood, I don't want him to stop that. » But they'll come. Regardless. (Cadejoth to Yyth) To Cadejoth, Yyth will wait for them on the Star Stones? It's sunny, she knows he likes that. « I don't know. He wants to apologize for something. » She doesn't care enough to figure it out beyond that. She doesn't even remember what K'del did to upset P'ax, or what P'ax did to upset K'del. Silly. « Why are you at Crom? » To Yyth, Cadejoth enthuses in the image of the Star Stones, bedecking it with sunbeams and starlight all at once, then dismissing it all with a wave of a chain; for her, of course. « We'll see you there, » he confirms, a moment later, no doubt after conferring with his rider. « We won't be too long. » And: « K'del was talking to *Lord Crom*. But now he's not. » You land on the Star Stones. Star Stones, High Reaches Weyr High on the southeastern edge of the Weyr, the Star Stones cast their long shadows over the sheared stone plateau that holds them. Here, a watchrider stands guard day and night, Pass or Interval, keeping an eye out for incoming visitors and inclement weather. The stocky, rectangular shape of the Eye Rock stands firm against the tests of time, the circular aperture that punches through it from side to side providing a frame for the view beyond, waiting for the Red Star's approach. Two dragonlengths south, the silent column of the Finger Rock awaits the balancing of the sun on its tip at the solstice to warn of the imminence of Thread. Between the two and set out slightly to the side is the squat shape of the actual Star Stone, inscribed with an arrow pointing to each of the other two stones. The view from the Star Stones is unparalleled, its closest match that from the southern rim. A full circle around the Weyr can be seen from the Snowy Wastes to the north, to Keogh in the east, the peaks of the Western Range and Tillek Bay to the south, Pars and River Bend to the west. The only way up or down from the Star Stones is a-dragonback. The sun is high in the sky and there is not a cloud in sight. There's a breeze that tempers the heat with no humidity lingering in the air. To Cadejoth, Yyth is eager for the bronze to arrive, tail lashing and popping small rocks to clatter off the stone. « We'll be there. » And... true to word, when they arrive, there they are, Yyth curled up in the sun with her head under one wing, P'ax dressed for the cold, clear day and waiting with his legs hanging over the edge, staring out over the Bowl patiently. Cadejoth emerges from Between only a few wingbeats away from the Star Stones, greeting the dragon on watch with a triumphant rumble that gets returned in kind (though perhaps without the triumph; who knows). This formality complete, the bronze sweeps down to land on the Star Stones Ledge, his head inclining itself towards Yyth's the instant he's able, whilst his rider climbs down hastily, and takes a few steps towards P'ax. He's dressed formally, in formal leathers, his hair recently trimmed and combed. "Wanted to talk, P'ax?" Yyth uncoils herself and warbles a greeting, sliding on her belly to rewrap herself around Cadejoth's much larger body with a content sigh. P'ax looks up, shielding his eyes with his hand. "Oh, yeah. Uh, have a seat?" He offers up a skin but it's just water, not wine. Cadejoth's greeting is lower, but no less enthusiastic, and he takes no time at all in curving himself around Yyth in turn. K'del sniffs the skin after taking it, though it's not precisely as though he doesn't trust the greenrider; still, his nod is approving, as he slings himself to a seat, digging the fingers of the hand not holding the water beneath his thighs, while he takes a sip, then hands it back. "Thanks." For the water, presumably. With Yyth settled, P'ax seems content to hunch over his lap with his arms folded bracingly. Finally, he turns his head to look at his Weyrleader and just sort of studies him for a long time before taking the water back. "You're welcome." K'del's hair looks distinctly less tidy by the moment, thanks to the wind, and now that he's no longer holding the water, he digs his other hand beneath his leg, too - though given the stone ledge is pretty cold, too, that hardly helps anything. He's silent for a few moments after the greenrider speaks, before, finally, "So." P'ax notices that K'del is cold but doesn't comment on it. What's he going to do, offer to snuggle up to him too? Right. "Look...I'm sorry about... last sevenday. I didn't really mean it, what I called you." K'del's too much of a man to complain, anyway. Of course. Despite all of this, his attention is all (almost all) focused upon the greenrider, and the twist of his lips is a rueful one. "Know that. You were proddy. Can't take things people say when they're proddy seriously." P'ax arches one eyebrow, and it almost looks like a silent rebuke. "Knowing that, I'd think you'd be...more understanding." Sigh. "But I didn't ask you up here to fight. Crom, huh?" K'del, clueless. "Of what?" He looks surprised. Probably, he's forgotten most of the exchange they had already. Crom is - surprisingly - an easier subject, though his nod there is still hesitant. "Crom. Working on a new deal with them. We'll--" He exhales. "See. How it goes. If it goes." P'ax just snorts. "Nothing, K'del. Nevermind." Crom, yes, easier! "Well, um, that's something. I think." K'del looks troubled, and ends up staring off into space over the bowl, his legs swinging just slightly; a sigh escapes from his lips, though it's mostly swallowed up by the wind. "It is," he confirms, though at the moment, he doesn't sound terribly enthusiastic. "If it all works out, it's going to be a good thing for us. Different, but good." P'ax takes a drink of water, washing his mouth out. "Going to elaborate or do I find out with everyone else?" Teasing, kind of. "Can't, yet," says K'del, with a shake of his head; this time, he does glance back at P'ax, expression unreadable. "Not until it's signed. Until we have actual terms confirmed, there's not all that much to tell, anyway." Beat. "Why is it so easy for you and I to step in it with each other, P'ax?" P'ax accepts that gracefully, he understands, yes. The question though draws a laugh out of him. "Oh, that? Huh. Might have something to do with me lusting after you every three months and it /totally/ creeping you out. I don't think our friendship will ever be an uncomplicated one." His companion's laugh draws a rueful smile to K'del's expression, though he doesn't take it any further than that. "Far as I can tell, you lust after pretty much everyone, every three months, or am I wrong?" Beat. Breath. Sigh. "'m sorry, P'ax. Just... wigs me out. Still. Even when I try to not let it." P'ax says with mock cheerfulness, "I lust after a few people all the time...just the ones I can't have that crop up when she's proddy." He winks and reaches out to give K'del's shoulder a squeeze companionably. "I know, K'del. I just...hope you realize I don't mean anything by it, it's just her. It's sort of like...whoever she wants, I can't help but want his rider, you know?" Shrug. K'del's smile is more genuine this time, warmer, in the wake of that wink and shoulder squeeze. "I know," he confirms. "Know what it feels like from the other side of things; when Cadejoth chases... guess it's not entirely the same, but I do get it." His hands get drawn into his lap, and as he does this, he adds, with brows raised, "How were the dreams, this time?" P'ax shrugs his shoulders on the dream front. "Oh, the usual, I'm afraid." He looks awkward. "Look, I have to be honest with you. C'sel and I had a little whiskey after the flight. We sort of screwed each other up good. Just had about a fingerwidth in my glass though, promise, didn't go overboard." He chews his lower lip. "I hoped you might forgive me... since it was a flight at all." The smile fades, K'del's expression sympathetic, as he tips his head. But for the rest, his answer is easy enough; "Of course. It's not... not going to jump on you for that much. One drink is okay." Easily said, perhaps, except that his expression turns unhappy again, and he admits, "Really feel weird about giving you a restriction like that. Not changing my mind, but... just a weird feeling." P'ax grunts acknowledgement. "I'm trying to be good, is all. I don't want to betray your trust or make you think I'm not taking it seriously. It's not easy but I'm not going to put you in a position between "Ehaving to choose between being my friend and my Weyrleader if I can help it at all. You're sort of a dick as the Weyrleader." Smirk. "Eh, don't blame you. I'daur was a salty drunk, and we both saw how that ended for him." "Appreciate it," says K'del, genuinely, though he makes an outright face at being a dick when he's the Weyrleader. "Can't help that. Supposed to make hard decisions, all that-- sometimes, it's the only way to make things work." But only sometimes. Sighing, he adds, then, "Can't see that alcohol really makes any us happy. Doesn't mean I'm going to stop drinking it, but... not to get drunk, anymore. Not ever." P'ax is unrepentent for calling K'del a dick. Just calling it like he sees it, right? "Suppose you're right. I really doesn't help anything, but it makes it easier for awhile." Shrug. "Still, better things to do with my time, I guess. Go for a flight or something." K'del's expression is sympathetic, though he doesn't have much more to say on the subject. Except, as he slides his gaze away again, seeking down towards the bowl floor with his eyes, "Right, exactly. Keep busy. Do things, see things, whatever." P'ax adds cheerfully, "Do people." Sex makes everything better, yay! He laughs at himself and tips his head back. "Sure is a nice day today... Surprising, this late in the year." Yes, yes, he's reduced to talking about the weather. Laughing; "That /always/ helps." No doubt about that one from K'del. His smile is a quirky one as P'ax mentions the weather, head shaking mirthfully, though what he says is, "Mm, yes. Guess it won't last much longer, though, and then it'll be snow, snow, snow." Beat. "Guess we'll have new wingmembers to start integrating, soon. L'vae used to do regular wing events... reckon we should try and start that up again? Go for dinner, or whatever, together. Social-like." P'ax sighs. "RIght, the weyrlings. Well... better luck with the next bunch, huh?" Grinning he bumps K'del playfully to accompany his litttle dig. "Should, those were kind of fun." K'del uses his elbow to bump P'ax back. "Hey, those are Cadejoth's children you're insulting." Beat. "Their riders, anyway. Buuuut--" he laughs. "We'll see what we can do. Rielsath made pretty good weyrlings, /I/ think, but it's all up in the air, suppose, whether she'll provide us any more. She'd be due soon, I think." It's turned his expression thoughtful, though he adds, hastily, "Going to work on it, then. Feel really bad, that all of that just kind of...stopped, after he stepped down." P'ax snorts. "I think you got the best one in the batch. But we'll pretend it's all, uh..whatever that bronze's name was." Failure to launch! "Hey, don't feel too bad, you've had a lot of things on your plate. It's a big transition." Musingly; "Don't know what kind of clutches Nahalith has. Or how we're going to work with all of tha--" K'del breaks off, as if suddenly aware that he's going into Weyrleader-planning mode, and not really being conversational. "You've never had to share a mind with Cadejoth; you might think otherwise. Guess they are all pretty weird." He hesitates, then, before adding, "Still doesn't seem like a good excuse. Feel like I should be more involved with the wing. Than I have been, I mean. But. Going to work at it, I guess." P'ax chuckles darkly and points out, "Yyth likes him, he likes Yyth, that must make him kind of weird. But at least he doesn't scream." Small favors. "Well, maybe you could get some ideas from the wingriders, see what they'd like to do?" "No," agrees K'del. "He doesn't scream. He howls sometimes, though." He stretches out his legs, laughing at this exchange, though his tone is more serious already when he adds, "Good idea. Can do that. Got to figure out what, as a wing, we want to do for Interval, too. What we want to focus on." P'ax smiles just a little. "I remember." He lets out a deep breath after a moment. "There's always that. Hey look... I gotta go take a leak. But it was good to catch up with you, we should, uh, do this more often." Maybe not in the cold though. Of all the ways to end the conversation... but K'del laughs. "Yeah. Definitely. Should get myself in and changed, anyway, before I muss up my nice clothes and have to get them all properly cleaned again." Not, then, something he's looking forward to. "See you later, P'ax. And-- glad we're okay." P'ax just grins at K'del and says cheerfully, "Hey, if you ever want us to not be okay, I got a kiss with your name on it." Way too happy for his own good and all that. Up to his feet and to disintangle Yyth from Cadejoth though she promises to come cuddle on his ledge some more if he wants and then they're off. |
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