Logs:Two In One Go
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| RL Date: 13 July, 2010 |
| Who: K'del, Kessian, T'rev |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'del chats to T'rev and Kessian, and shares the news about his impending double fatherhood. |
| Where: Garden Patio Ledge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 13, Month 3, Turn 23 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Brilliant light plays off of the dunes of snow as a cloudless winter day brings with it extreme cold. |
| Mentions: Avey/Mentions, Madilla/Mentions, Milani/Mentions |
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| Garden Patio Ledge, High Reaches Weyr Partly sheltered by the curving stone overhang, partly exposed to the weather, the wide stone patio serves as a balcony for socializing or just plain drinking on a sizable scale. The repurposed ledge might once have let two large dragons land, but now there's too much furniture for that: two rustic tables with attendant chairs, plus a couple more in particularly good weather, and a wrought iron bench situated to make the most of the view of the western bowl and the lake beyond. Other changes include rough little niches carved out of the stone walls to hold glows in colored bottles at night, the climbing plant that's being trained to grow up along the overhang, and the blue ceramic pots of flowers that dot the edge of the ledge as a colorful reminder not to fall off. An archway leads to the Snowasis itself, housed in the ledge's former weyr, while a few wide steps descend along the wall to the bowl. Hey look! Clear weather! And snow. Snow's gone at Fort, not gone up at the Reaches and one visiting bronzerider therefore beats a hasty retreat from his dragon's side toward the relative warmth of the patio ledge outside the Snowasis. Mecaith, untroubled by the cold wings up to the Weyr's rim to contemplate patterns of snow and light while his rider's booted footsteps echo upward to the ledge proper. Clear weather sees Kessian in more casual winter clothing than his usual scrubs; a grey scarf is casually draped over one shoulder and matching gloves are pulled off and stuffed in coat pocket. He's coming from the opposite direction as T'rev - poking his head out from the Snowasis, the healer frowns thoughtfully out onto the patio, patting absently at a parcel tucked up under one arm as if to confirm it's still there. Some enterprising soul has swept down the seats on the edge, and so, while the air might be bitterly cold, at least a person interested in lingering out in it doesn't have to get a wet behind. Exactly /why/ K'del is hanging out on the ledge, his legs swung over the armrest - well, that remains to be seen. He has a glass of whiskey in one hand, and is staring up at the clear, blue sky with great interest, though that doesn't stop the sound of footsteps - from two directions - from drawing his attention downwards. "T'rev-- High Reaches' duties," he says in surprise, the bronzerider catching his attention first. And; "Healer. Afternoon." Slowing as he reaches the ledge, T'rev pauses to tuck his scarf a bit more firmly about his neck (bright orange rather than dapper gray) and then flashes K'del a bright smile. "Weyrleader sir, Fort's duties right back atcha," he says gaily, "even if they're kinda muddy dutie at the moment." He takes a few steps closer, eyeballing the whiskey in the Reachian Weyrleader's glass. "Good stuff?" he queries more casually. "How've you been K'del?" More informally and then his gaze shifts to the healer, bobs his head briefly and repeats himself. "Good day, Fort's duties." Whiskey - hand - Weyrleader - the healer's eyes travel up to settle, brightening, on K'del. "Sir," he bids, stepping out properly onto the patio and turns a mildly curious look on the foreign bronzerider, although not unpleasant in his scrutiny. "Good afternoon." Cheerfully, for what it's worth, as Kessian smiles and bobs a nod at T'rev. Allowing for pleasantries with a patient tip of his head, the healer offers quietly to K'del, rolling that parcel out from under the crook of his arm, "I've your kits, sir." Though K'del's nose wrinkles at T'rev's use of his title, his remark to the Fortian is a cheerful, "Did hear about your mud; sorry about that. Almost prefer our snow right about now. It /is/ good, and I've been well. Going to be a father! And you?" His legs swing down from the edge of his chair, allowing him to shift his position into one better suited to conversation with both men. It's Kessian who gets his next response, clearly delighted. "You have! Good. Good! Means we're nearly done. Those are them there, then?" "Yeah, hell of a lot of rain led up to that mess," T'rev says with a shake of his head. "Gonna take a while t'clean up. Ought to make things innerestin' for a while, not havin' a proper lake," the Fortian continues thougtfully and tugs on the earflaps of the cap he wears, shoves gloved hands deeply into his pockets againt the cold. "Yeah? Shells. Congratulations. My second's just turnin' two months." A curious glance follows to Kessian's parcel. "Kits?" "Your mud?" Kessian echoes, a question in the inflection with another benign tilt of his head. "How is your Fortian mud, sir, and why does it solicit condolences?" This, spoken while the healer settles in a chair, crosses a leg across one knee, especially curious for T'rev's further words. But as for kits: he toys with the string binding the parcel together and replies with a hint of chagrin, "It's - only one of them, actually. It isn't too big, is it? First aid kits." Brightly. "They've weeny bottles of brandy, even." And: "A father? Congratulations! Could open up a little brandy for you, I'm sure they won't miss it." K'del is obviously as pleased and proud as anyone could ever be, beaming as brightly as he is. "Thank you," he tells both, firmly. "Got my whiskey here, though, so I reckon we'll leave the brandy for the weyrlings. Though... is brandy considered medicinal now, then?" Because if so, he's utterly amused by it. And maybe even if not. "And no, it's a perfect size, it'll fit in nicely. Was going to say, otherwise, that they were awful small. Congratulations on the second, T'rev. Babies everywhere these days, right? Would offer you all the use of our lake, but..." Ice. So helpful. "Because one end of the Fort Weyr bowl just washed out in a mudslide," T'rev tells Kessian with a wry quirk to his mouth. "If you've never been t'Fort, there was already an old slide that way. Guess it let go with all the spring rain we've been gettin'." T'rev's hands dig deeper into his pockets and he shoots a look over towards the frozen lake. "Still frozen solid huh? S'all right, plenty of lakes around the region and Boll's beaches t'head out to." A bob of his head for the congratulations. "Thanks. Another little girl. Tevrisa's her name. Brandy in first aid kits though, that's brilliant. Would've been a lot keener on mine if it'd come with brandy," he quips. Kessian sighs what might be a breath of relief. "I was hoping you'd say so, it's likely awful stuff. Had to dust it off once we dug it out of the stores. You, did say to have fun with it, sir - there's of course more useful items in, as well. Hot bags for sore muscles, redwort, numbweed salve and the like." He pauses a beat, brows twitching higher for T'rev's explanation and the healer replies, "I hope no one was injured? I've never been, no, but - you didn't use your kit?" This seems to cause him some consternation, judging from that little frown. "Whyever not?" "Reckon Boll's beaches are probably more pleasant than our lake, anyway," grins K'del, his gaze sliding off towards the distant lake for only a few moments. "Awful stuff for the weyrlings: excellent. Sounds perfect; really do appreciate your efforts on it." He takes a sip from his glass, turning it in his hand as he continues, "Tevrisa's pretty. And /I/ have used my first aid kit. Used it a couple of times, even. The bottle of nice brandy I got with the rest of the gifts, though, reckon I appreciated that more at the time." "Nope, not any people at least. Just some of the herd," T'rev says with a slight grimace. "Funny sight really, once you get past the grim: herdbeast legs and nothin' else stickin' up straight out of a pile o' mud," the Fortian describes, mimicking with his hands. "As for my kit, didn't say I never used it. Just I would've looked at it a lot sooner if I'd known there were brandy in it. Didn't pop it open 'til I got hurt one time. But y'know, for the most part, s'easier t'go to the infirmary and get a pretty healer t'stitch me up," T'rev claims with a return of gaiety and beams at K'del. "Thanks, she's a pretty little baby, y'know, as babies go. And when're you expectin' your family to grow, K'del?" "Nope, not any people at least. Just some of the herd," T'rev says with a slight grimace. "Funny sight really, once you get past the grim: herdbeast legs and nothin' else stickin' up straight out of a pile o' mud," the Fortian describes, mimicking with his hands. "As for my kit, didn't say I never used it. Just I would've looked at it a lot sooner if I'd known there were brandy in it. Didn't pop it open 'til I got hurt one time. But y'know, for the most part, s'easier t'go to the infirmary and get a pretty healer t'stitch me up," T'rev claims with a return of gaiety and beams at K'del. "Thanks, she's a pretty little baby, y'know, as babies go. And when're you expectin' your family to grow, K'del?" Kessian chuckles softly, a sound not long lasting in favour of, "My pleasure, of course. And we can hope the brandy will only improve with age? For their sakes." Dubious, says the crinkle of his smile, which turns on T'rev with a hint of amusement. "Only so convenient when there /is/ an infirmary and pretty healers nearby. Portable kits and such. Though that assumes one, ah, ports it with them abroad." For the matter of children, Kessian rounds on K'del with wider grin. "And did you just find out? I'm not interrupting your private celebration with business?" With the whiskey and such, his absent gesture indicates. "Bizarre," is K'del's assessment of the herdbeast legs. A faint flush appears on his cheeks at T'rev's question; it's enough that he fails to answer on the topic of the brandy, and instead, distinctly sheepish, "Er. In the summer. And... again, in the autumn." Sheepish... but proud. "Knew about the first a bit before turnover, but my girlfriend just found out about hers, so it's... new." And exciting. Kessian gets a hurried shake of the head. "No, no, it's been a couple of days. It's fine." "If it can improve, yeah," T'rev agrees about the brandy and laughs. "Well y'know, been lucky enough not to really get into any scrapes as required stitches far away from a healer. Worst was this," he pulls his hands out of his pockets and unbuttons the cuff of his jacket, pushes up his sleeve a little to show off the scar on the inside of his arm that shows where something sharp narrowly missed some key circulatory system components. "That was just me bein' stupid with a strap-punch," the Fortian explains wryly and tugs his cuff back down, looking over at K'del with sudden amusement. "Wait ... two in one go?" he crows gaily. "You been a busy man, my friend. Think I ought t'buy you a drink for that!" That 'and again' heralds a quirked eyebrow and a laugh from Kessian. "And so congratulations are in order, twice. You must be very," beat, and the healer definitely doesn't say 'virile', but instead: "proud. Busy man indeed." An appreciative nod for the borrowing of T'rev's phrase, leaning forward nonetheless to view the scar with a clinical eye. "You have either remarkably poor or lucky aim," he murmurs, sitting back; he lifts a finger and adds, "I'm good for the marks if you'd add another to your order as well." Blush aside, K'del looks increasingly smug for his-- yes, okay, virility. Though; "Really wasn't intentional. I mean... Milani and I were trying, and so it wasn't as though I was spending all that much time with--" He breaks off. "You probably don't need to know all that. But. No: let me buy the drinks. My treat, because it's my good fortune. I insist." He even starts launching himself from his chair to do just that. "I'll stick t'lucky on that one," T'rev says with a nod toward his arm as he digs both hands back into pockets. "Sure ain't gonna work on straps sittin' on the ground again is for sure." K'del and Kessian both offer to buy and the Fortian laughs outright. "Okay, how about this, we each buy a round and we get outta the cold, because I am freezin' my arse off," T'rev claims, though his expression remains jovial. "And shells, /Milani/ huh? Well good for you both. Though now I'm curious about number two. Didn't put one over on R'uen with Tiriana did you?" He's gotta be joking. "A lesson learned." Kessian shrugs mildly at T'rev and the motion turns into the man pushing himself to his feet, rubbing his hands together. "A fine suggestion." Gloves still being stuffed into his pocket and all. The healer retrieves the first aid kit and vanishes it somewhere onto his being as he says, "Milani? I hope she'll be in for a check up? Not, I suppose, that that is your responsibility, but do suggest it to her, hmm?" A lift of his brows toward K'del, but Kessian's suggestion is offered only in healer-y concern, and cheerfully. K'del's head inclines into a nod to allow that, yes, they can all buy a round, and yes, they can go inside. He's on his feet already, after all, and maybe that's reminded him of the lack of feeling in his toes (or something). But he chokes at T'rev's suggestion; outright laughter results. "Wouldn't be talking to you now, if that were the case. She'd've killed me dead. No-- greenrider named Avey. Think she has been in, Kessian. Or, I know she had Madilla confirm it for her, and I'm pretty sure they've set up all that kind of thing." He doesn't know, presumably, though he adds after a moment, "Though I think /she's/ off on maternity leave now, so who knows. She's looking after herself, though. Milani, I mean. Wouldn't let her do anything else." "Lesson learned indeed," T'rev drawls out slowly and waits a tick as K'del rises then falls into step with the other two to head in out of the cold. "Yeah, I'd be talkin' to your ghost, likely," T'rev agrees, merriment rich in is voice that only increases to outright laughter. "/Avey/. Really? Shells. Cute," is his assessment of said greenrider. Go figure T'rev knows her? But the heat of the Snowasis beckons. "Well I'll swing by t'wish the Headwoman well too while I'm here maybe. And if I don't manage it, give her my best K'del. She's always looked out for me when I've been ... stranded here." He flashes another smile and continues indoors. "Glad to hear it, sir," the healer ducks his head, briefly glancing across the bowl in the direction of the infirmary. Kessian pads along into the warmth, stripping out of jacket in favour of a warming tipple; he'll buy his round when the time comes but soon excuses himself, with a last: "Congratulations, once again. To the both of you. And a pleasure to meet you, sir," for T'rev. For K'del, he leaves behind the first aid kit, bidding the Weyrleader look it over and that the rest might be picked up at the infirmary at his leisure. |
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