Logs:To Be Or Not To Be Proddy
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| RL Date: 21 July, 2013 |
| Who: Jo, N'ky |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jo and N'ky do a little catching up. Tacuseth checks to see if a certain green is 'glowy'. |
| Where: Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 21, Month 4, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: A spring flurry brings in a little late snowfall, though there is no accumulation as the flakes spiral to the ground on a dizzying breeze. |
| Mentions: H'kon/Mentions, Alida/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, J'madri/Mentions, D'kan/Mentions, Sisha/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions |
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| The Snowasis is especially full this afternoon, despite the relatively early, pre-dinner hour - though there are plenty of folks eating already, enjoying the somewhat heartier fare that the bar is currently capable of dishing out, rather than the rations-affected meals of the living caverns. While he may not be amongst those eating a full meal, N'ky does have a plate of little snack-type things in front of him where he stands at the end of the bar, with a mug of something that's steaming and boozy-smelling. He's seemingly on his own as he nibbles his way through his food, though brown eyes do flicker up from beneath his fringe of curls to watch the people around him coming going Usually, Jo is not seen in the bar this early in the day, but it's possible that the moon is full for her to be striding in with the usual arrogance she carries around herself. She nods to the few Glacier wingmates hanging by the darts as she passes them by without stopping, heading straight to the counter with two fingers already lifting up to flag the barkeep down. She ends up towards the end of the bar by the time she flags someone down, the snow flakes seen melting on her hair and on her black leathers as she fishes around for payment on her person. And there, right beside where Jo picks her spot, is N'ky. He's seen her, of course, and gives her a soft, lopsided smile as she approaches, plus a slightly warmer one when she's actually there at the bar, but he waits until she's got her drinks orders in before speaking. "Hi, Jo." The crooked smile evens out as it grows to flash a little of his too-big front teeth, and he leans a little towards the bluerider, though not too close to crowd her. "H-how are you and Tacuseth? It's, um, been a long time since I've seen you." Exchanging marks for the tall glass with a click of her tongue and wink tossed for a tip, "Yeah, I bet," Jo is delivering the words towards N'ky before she fully turns with her drink to look his way. Hooking a thumb in a leather pant pocket, she takes to leaning her frame up against the counter with the beer in hand, a brow lifting at him. "N'ky," she says his name as if she suddenly remembers. "How's it hangin'? Ain' a weyrlin' no more, huh? Bet that must rub the chest right. Tac's good," she now addresses his question, nodding as she takes a drink. "I'm good. Always. How's yers?" "Fully-fledged Avalanche rider," N'ky replies by proudly tapping the badge on his shirt. "Cailluneth and I are good, thank you. Just warming up after a day's duty watchriding at Crom - it's cold there." From the way he stresses it, he means colder than High Reaches. "She's not so keen on staying in places she doesn't know... she's been more territorial of late. Chased Velzeth right off her ledge the other day, while J'madri was visiting." He frowns softly at the memory, but the expression is quickly replaced. "You got the best of our class, I think. In Glacier." "Well I'll be," Jo drawls, looking at the badge herself before meeting his gaze with a little smirk. "Decent wing, eh? Yer green happy with it, too?" On hearing he's been in Crom, there's a casual half-shrug before she says, "The colder, the better, I'd say. Territorial, ya say?" A brow lifts to that before she tips the glass to her lips first before asking, "She been lookin' a bit...glowy, lately?" It could be a tease, only, it certainly doesn't sound like one. She then moves on to address the last with a cheeky grin and a brief raise of her glass in a toast as she answers, "Fuck yeah. Call me biased, but they belonged in Glacier. We'll take good care'o them, too." "Oh, c-cold is good, I like cold... I grew up in the northern 'Reaches range." Where N'ky had been raising his mug towards his lips for a drink, he freezes at the mention of Cailluneth being 'glowy', shaking his head adamantly. "No. No-- n-no, she's not. No. Definitely not. She just... she doesn't like seeing other scents in our weyr, n-not unless it's... it's Ilicaeth, or someone. Probably just him. She likes him, though I guess... I guess Darcielth's ok to her, too." As the rambling draws him away from that dreaded p-word, he curls both hands around his mug, setting it back down on the bar without drinking. "I'll miss being in a wing with Alida. And D'kan, too. Well, everyone, really, but... I didn't think I'd be in Avalanche." Nodding, "Keogh, for me," Jo relates on growing up in cold climes. "I mean, I can adapt anywhere, really, but somethin' about bundlin' up, turnin' the heat up..." Yeah, there's no way that doesn't sound innocent with her. The bluerider looks on with amused interest though when N'ky denies anything to do with proddiness, the woman dropping her chin as she asks, "Do ya even know how yer green behaves when she's proddy, or is this from wishful thinkin' that she's not? Cuz now, I'm curious." On the last, though, there's a short chuckle and a blase, "Ahh, ya get used to it after awhile. I hardly see my clutchmates save for those few havin' to do with me or my wing, and I sleep easy about it. Ya will, too. The ones ya give a shit about, ya'll make the effort the see them. And, I think Avalanche will suit ya. Not that I know ya to be makin' that sort of statement, but, from observation..." N'ky bites into his bottom lip, shaking his head again. "She's not." His eyes unfocus briefly as he checks in with his lifemate, before he looks back at Jo with his jaw set stiffly in determination. "She's not. No. She isn't. She's just her. She likes her things and... she's not proddy. I... I'd be able to tell." Except he doesn't sound so sure; Jo did raise a very valid point, in that he's got no clue how his green might behave. So he skips right on to more comfortable topics. "I thought Polaris might want me - not that I mind Avalanche. Sisha found me to tap me herself, and... it's good." And here his expression sinks a little. "Except for H'kon. She's asked him to, um, look out for me. We... don't really get along." "How?" Jo sets her glass to the counter so she can cross her arms and give N'ky a look. "How would'ja be able to tell? She's risen before? Ya were studyin' Telavi's when she was proddy?" On wings, though, "H'kon, huh," she comments on that, nodding. "Why'd ya need lookin' after, anyway? Thought ya weyrlins'-to-riders were free to go once ya graduated. And H'kon...well," and the convict rider pauses with a hand running through her hair. "H'kon's H'kon, darlin'. I doubt he gets along with many folks. He might take pride in that. Some people do. In his case, it ain' just you." "Cailluneth and I know everything about each other - I would know, Jo, I would. I know I would. We're like -" N'ky holds up his hand, long index and middle fingers crossed over tightly. "I know her better than anyone, a-and... she's not p-pr--" He seems to struggle with the word, before huffing out a frustrated breath, finishing his sentence with "glowing. Her mind's the same, same colours, same everything. Sh-she just doesn't want to share her ledge. That's all. N-nothing more." The greenrider squirms, chewing more on his bottom lip, fingers held white-knuckle tight around his mug. "H'kon tried to offer me advice when Cailluneth was small... b-but I, um... I told him he was wrong. I th-think I... maybe shouted at him." And now, regret for that incident makes him cringe. With N'ky looking more frustrated by the minute, Jo just regards the young man before she finally shrugs and lets it go with a blithe, "Suit yerself, darlin'. Just don' be tossin' those words around about yer green gettin' territorial, is all. Most these riders here know what that usually means with a green." She takes up her glass again, moving on towards the topic of H'kon. Upon hearing, "So ya think he's gonna have it in for ya? Did he say so?" she asks, curiosity coloring her tone. N'ky shakes his head. "N-no, he's not said anything... he's just, um... H'kon, I guess. Same as he has been since that day? I-I'm not sure if that's him, or, um, just the him that I... caused? But from what you said, maybe it's just him." Shrugging gently, he finally manages to get his much-cooled drink to his lips, to down a decent draught. Once it's back down, he smiles gently, down at the food on the plate that he's lost interest in. "Cailluneth's always been k-kinda territorial. She's... sorta canine-ish, at times. And she sees scents, not just smells them, so when there's unusual scents in our weyr it's all like... like a rainbow mess. It's sorta headachy for me to see it through her eyes. She doesn't like it so much." "It's more than likely him, with his face," Jo seems to know. "Save for the couple of times, I haven' seen much of him since both queens rose. Last thing I heard about him, too, was K'del callin' him a murderer." When N'ky explains on Cailluneth, the bluerider doesn't look wholly convinced as she says, "Want Tac to drop over to her and check her out? They always seem to know, even when we don'. I'm sure she is territorial and all that. Ya folks know ya graduated to full rider status yet?" she asks then. "I'd send him a p-plate of cookies to try and make him happier, but h-he'd probably throw them away for being frivolous," N'ky comments about H'kon. "I guess he did have it kinda rough in the, um, past turn or so. More, I guess, since the flight came before the hatching." The offer of Tacuseth visiting Cailluneth is pondered; N'ky nods. "Sure. She's up on the southern ridge, watching the moons. Maybe she'll like the company, a-and he'll see that she's not, um... I'm sure she isn't." And then, there's something brought up that's even more dreaded than proddiness: family. N'ky's expression darkens, his brows drawing low over his brown eyes as his posture changes to become more closed in. "No." "Done," Jo decides, her dark eyes unfocusing just a bit before she nods. The blue's presence of shadows and hot sand can be felt touching the green in his sudden jaunt to the southern ridge, sending her a speculative enough greeting to suggest that he's curious. "Send him a plate of cookies, yeah," she states on H'kon now, the chuckle in knowing that the brownrider wouldn't like it. "He likely needs some cookies in his life. A man in hard times deserve a cookie. Or someone warmin' his bed, maybe." She seems to notice as she drinks the dark expression stealing over the greenrider's face on her question of family, the slight smirk touching her lips taking on a knowing tint to them. "How unfortunate," she murmurs, chin lifting slightly. "They might celebrate yer newfound status. Did they disown ya?" It's asked matter-of-factly. Tacuseth will find a silvery moonscape in Cailluneth's mind, with the hint of a cool-coloured rainbow extending in welcome, while she growls a raspy hello and snakes her neck towards him. "S-so long as that someone in his bed isn't me," N'ky replies, slightly horrified by the thought. Then, he adds, in a steelier tone, "They won't be celebrating anything. They don't know because don't have a son who's a dragonrider. They're nothing to do with me any more." His fingers tighten around his mug, which he raises to drink from, hiding the tight line of his lips. Tacuseth is oh-so welcoming to greens! He's the dragon-sort of gentleman, plying Cailluneth with compliments to her health, and her color, as if he would know the variations in this particular green. His shadows don't look intimidating in the face of that rainbow, seeming to couch it and give the colors a smoky hue while their riders talk. Snorting loudly, "Hey you jumped to that possibility, not me," Jo notes with knowing amusement. "And anyway, whenever that green of yers go up, ya won' have much say in who ya end up with. Not that that's a bad thing, really. So ya hate yer folks, huh?" It's so smooth how she transitions from one topic to the other. "Sucks, that. Guess I can understand it. I don' think mine would like havin' their relative on a dragon either, if they knew. Hope ya did get to celebrate yer graduatin' with someone, though. Family or otherwise." Cailluneth isn't overly receptive of such compliments; she's more wary, suspicious even, though she's does reach over to press her muzzle to his neck, drawing in a deep sample of his scent - which she replays to him through their mindlink as being dark and... sensual, perhaps? It's an approving sort of emotion, whatever it's interpreted as, and a sign that she's accepting his presence. Another sign is the playful headbutt she delivers to his shoulder. N'ky snorts in reply to Jo's, quipping "I could end up with you, then." After his cheeks have blushed deeply, he adds, in a much quieter, more shy voice, "I w-wouldn't complain. Cailluneth likes blues. And no I don't. They hate me, but..." He bites his tongue, exhaling hard as he turns his head away and down, to hide his expression. "Yeah. I did. I, um..." Now his cheeks are blushed even darker, and he's biting hard on his bottom lip. "Y-yeah. We-- I celebrated it." Tacuseth easily accepts the green, her muzzle getting a playful bump to her own bump. Yes, he's in agreement of her assessment of him, reveling in it. Like rider, like dragon, perhaps? Either way, it sits well that Cailluneth approves, starting to tell her one of his stories from one of his travels up the cold Reachian mountains. There's visuals and everything. "Ya could," Jo is matter-of-fact on the possibility of her blue catching, noting his blush. "Ya better hope there's no broken glass. It's not always pretty when Tac catches on both sides, but, wouldn' it be better if someone familiar caught? It all won' be too awkward then, I would think. Not sure. Tac's first catch didn' happen until a half a turn after we graduated." On the last when he's blushing even more, brows lift his way before a slow smile spreads and she drawls, "Well, well. Best kind of celebrations. Good for ya. Betcher it was better anythin' with the folks, anyway. Fuck'em. Ain' worth the time, I'd say." Jo-philosophy. Not just a keen listener - and Cailluneth is definitely absorbing every detail of Tacuseth's story - but an active one, she embellishes his images with some of her own colours, giving the blue an insight into her way of assigning colour to situations in place of emotion, scent, and other intangible things. There's even a flash or two of one of her own adventures in the mountains in return... it's darkened by the thrill of killing, made bloody by the rouge and black she associates with such activities. "Someone familiar?" N'ky chews on his lip, then shrugs softly. "There's someone I wouldn't mind-- well, two someones, I guess. But I, um... I think it might be too awkward with anyone I know. E-except maybe one person. Cailluneth likes her blue, and, um... well, I like her, so..." Again he shrugs, cheeks still rosy, even if his gaze turns stony as he delivers a response to the line about his folks. "I don't h-have parents, Jo." Tacuseth revels in Cailluneth's embellishments on his story - the sights and sound and smells buoyed by his own. The images become more like mosaics of all the senses, hard to describe to humans unless relayed, and very intricate. He offers his own details - having mapped every inch of the mountains down to those very animals that the green shows in killing. This nicked and scratched blue doesn't shy away from killing at all, weaving the tendrils of shadows through those murky colors, approval tasted more than felt from him. So he clears the shadows to reveal that there's a cave high in one of the mountains only accessible by dragon, mystery scenting its very presence. To those rosy cheeks, "As if ya can choose," Jo teases only, chuckling. "I'm just joshin' ya, darlin'. The green picks who she wants in the end. They do say that sometimes, she's more agreeable to bein' caught by one she hangs with most, but..." A shrug is given. "And of course ya got parents. So do I. Even when they're asshole ones. Ya just don' have any ya acknowledge now, is all." "Right. None I acknowledge." N'ky stops chewing on his lip long enough to chug the rest of his drink, setting the empty down and nudging it along the bar, away from him. Cailluneth's curious about the cave, wrapping a silvery cloud of question around it - the same silver reaches out to Tacuseth's shadows, twining around them to draw them back in. Slightly off-topic to his own conversation with Jo, N'ky suddenly asks, "What's in the cave?" His nose wrinkles a little out of his own curiosity, no doubt spurred on by his lifemate's. "And, um... wh-what's Tacuseth's, um, conclusion?" Draining her glass, Jo was about to comment on parents, but, something seems to stall her from doing so, leaving her to acknowledge his words with a shrug. She doesn't expect the sudden question of a cave, the woman frowning at him before she turns her head a fraction towards the entrance and realization dawns on her. "Tac tellin' her stories, huh?" she drops, wry. Setting the tall glass down, "Haven' had time to go explorin' in there," she admits on the cave. "We found it and we marked it. Hard to see from above, but, if ya fly low enough with the sunlight outta yer face, ya'll see it. Dunno if anythin' or anyone's in there or not, but we marked it in case we ever got the time to look at it later. Damn blue's always tryin' to impress a green, though, especially when..." When. She's looking significantly at N'ky then, which it's just as well that he's asking about conclusions at that moment. "She ain' glowin' all that much," she answers, straightening up, "but he can sense it. She's soon, that's all he can tell me. That can mean tomorrow or a month from now, though. Either way, think I better drag him to the skies and finish our work for the day." Whatever he might have been about to ask more about the cave disappears from N'ky's mind the second Jo says soon. His eyes go almost fearfully wide, and he bites hard on his lip, shaking his head just a fraction in denial. "S-soon? I... oh, Faranth." His fingers run through his curls, and he pushes back from the bar, looking to the door. "Soon. He's sure? I-I mean... he might be wrong, right?" It's a weak argument, and N'ky's expression shows that he knows it. "I, um... skies. Skies sound good. I think I'll, um, t-take Cailluneth... somewhere." To roll in snow, perhaps. He's all twitchy and distracted now, but N'ky turns back from looking at the door to ask Jo one more thing; "I-if you go exploring in that cave, um, c-could we come? We use -- Far Reach uses some similar caves for the herds. I'd like to see if, i-if that's ok with you?" "Or so he says," Jo gives on the 'soon', lips briefly twisting at N'ky's reaction. "I dunno, darlin'. Like I said, dragons know. Maybe get a second opinion? The ones ya trust, and their male dragons? If they say so too, then there ain' much ya can say to that. Tried to keep Tac from chasin' in the first turn, and, I saw what little good that did me." She steps away from the counter then, looking about to head out when N'ky mentions the cave that gets her to look back at him. She considers the request for a moment before nodding and saying, "Why not. Might end up bein' nothin' and the cave can be used for somethin'. I'll let ya know. Yer Cailluneth may even like it over that way." She nods to him then in farewell before she adds, "Guess I'll catcha around, N'ky. Keep outta trouble?" There's a curve of her lips for that, lingering before she tacks on after the pause, "Yer class seems to have a hankerin' for it. Somethin' tells me that won' be endin' beyond graduation, either." N'ky manages to grin when he's invited to go cave-searching, and the final question, to keep out of trouble, is responded to with a laugh. That, at least, leaves him in a good mood - it's something he's much happier to latch onto than the inevitable event he's been dreading. "I'll k-keep my nose clean, Jo. Or I'll try to, a-anyway." He follows her a few steps away from the bar, then pauses. "It was nice catching up with you. Really nice. Um... have a good evening - you and Tacuseth." Then he breaks away towards the door leading into the inner weyr, rather than the bowl. Cailluneth remains in her perch, whether the blue beside her stays or not; whenever N'ky's going to take her somewhere, it's clearly not right now. |
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