Logs:Romance and Heat
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| RL Date: 5 October, 2014 |
| Who: K'zin, L'sha, Rasavyth, Rillaeth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'zin and L'sha have a date. One greenrider is interchangeable with another, right? |
| Where: Hatching Galleries, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 28, Month 12, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Wind and snow make for very bad weather today. The visibility is low, making travel dangerous. |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions |
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| Hatching Galleries, High Reaches Weyr Ringing the southwestern side of the hatching sands are ample tiers of carved stone benches, the lowest of which is some six feet off the ground -- just high enough to separate wayward hatchlings from unwary viewers, and vice versa. A metal railing on the outside helps prevent anyone from falling off; it also extends up the stairs that lead the way higher into the galleries. While most of the area is open seating, ropes section off some of the closer tiers when dignitaries are expected; those areas even feature cushions in the Weyr's blue and black. The higher one climbs, the more apparent the immense scale of the entire cavern becomes. The dragon-sized entrance on the ground is dwarfed by the expansive golden sands that glitter in the light. Everything on them is easily visible from the galleries, whether that's a clutch of eggs and a broody queen, or simply its emptiness and the handful of darker tunnels that lead to more private areas than the bowl. Wherever one sits or looks, however, one thing is constant: the overwhelming, suffocating heat.
L'sha has some time off, so he decides to find a quiet spot to relax. There still seems to be a good amount of activity in the cavern, but it's so huge, it's still relatively quiet. Rillaeth descends from above and swoops daintily to a landing on a ledge near Rasavyth's, bugling a greeting to the bronze. L'sha climbs the steps to the galleries and pauses at the railing to look out over the sands, then turns back to the stands. As he sees K'zin, he heads over to the bronzerider, glancing at the spread he has on the benches. "Hey, there, K'zin! Uh, hope I'm not interrupting if you're waiting for someone." Rasavyth is ever a friendly sort of dragon, kindly, one might even say, in an almost avuncular way, though with a sort of actinic aftertaste to his oozy charm. Rillaeth's greeting thusly earns a friendly warble and a shifting so he can raise his head to regard the green. « Afternoon, Rillaeth, » comes the affable ooze and charm in tenor. « You're looking well! Enjoying the storm? » That has so many dragons grounded or leastways not making it out of the Weyr. K'zin doesn't look like he minds being interrupted, if, indeed, the greenrider is doing so, a friendly grin offered in greeting. "L'sha, hey." He glances to the plates and the berrylicious offerings, "I keep hoping Tela will show, but so far..." He shrugs. "Must've been held up by Quinlys or the weyrlings or something." He makes a gesture of welcome, "Join me. No reason things should go to waste that won't hold til later," which, being warmed already, some of what there won't be much good on a reheat. Rillaeth ruffles her wings to shake off any snow that might've clung to them, then does the same with her tail, the tip flicking a bit of snow off to the sands below. Her echoing reply comes from the blackness of space, « Why, thank you, you're also looking well. Interesting wind patterns out there today. » L'sha awws at the bronzerider's predicament. "Well, they're missing out, these look delicious." He takes a seat and pops a couple of berries in his mouth. "Mmm, very nice. These don't look local, where'd you get them?" « Interesting indeed! » Almost immediately, Rasavyth's near-invisible ooze takes on the same qualities of the green's mind, that blackness of space, the cold and strange silence innate within it. Still, it doesn't stop his friendly purring commentary, « I don't doubt we'll see many more a strange current before the season is over. Every day, a new adventure. » Or so he'll choose to suppose with amusement. "Southern, actually. Normally I only have to go so far as Boll or Bakercraft, but this time of year? The prices, if you don't go local, will break a man's markpouch." He shifts to grab one of the tarts, "I'll just make sure there's some left for her for later," of the things that will keep. "How are you and Rillaeth these days? Avalanche keeping you busy enough?" Rillaeth cocks her head a bit at Rasavyth's touch. « Uh, yeah. Fun to fly in, though! If a bit cold. » L'sha takes a few bubblies and snacks on them. "True, hard to find good berries in winter unless you go to the South. Did you pick them yourself?" He shrugs. "We're doing pretty well. Avalanche is fun, keeps me busy, yep. We got some time off from drills because of the storm. Rillaeth wanted to fly around in it some more, but the visibility was too low. How're you and Rasavyth?" The bronze is consistent. This mimicry is meant to place the green at ease; if it's in her touch, isn't it what she must like? « Surely you have thicker hide than all that to be bothered by a little blizzard, » his touch adds back a little bit of his own warmth, creating a strange dichotomy betwixt the cold emptiness of space and his avuncular comforts. "Nah," K'zin brushes off the idea as he shifts to lean back on the bench, "I've got a guy for that. Helpful, when berries smooth things over when I do something wrong." Some girls like diamonds, and some girls-- well, berries, apparently. "Liking working with Quinlys and the weyrlings better than I thought I would. Better than I did in Telgar when we were grounded there. Though I could do without the Taiga distractions." The wing he's actually in. "Thinking of putting in for a formal transfer, but I might need to get a few more bottles of whiskey to bribe the bluerider." Quinlys, presumably. His grin is a little goofy and good humored, so maybe he's kidding. "Rillaeth always like to fly in challenging conditions or--?" Is today special somehow. L'sha chuckles. "That's a good idea, get someone who knows what they're doing to pick them. If I tried picking berries, I'd probably end up poisoning myself." He sticks his tongue out and makes a silly face like he's dying from poison. "Hmm, berries, I'll have to try that next time I have to smooth things over. Really, are you thinking of becoming an assistant weyrlingmaster? Good luck! Yeah, Rillaeth likes a challenge every now and then. Sometimes she gets really bored with the restrictions of constant formation flying, even though Avalanche does some pretty tricky maneuvers. Pretty much the only time she can really let loose is when she rises." Rillaeth was just a bit startled by the mimicry. A few distant nebulae float lazily in the blackness. « Well, yes, but the snow was starting to stick to my hide. Can't have that, now, can I? » The mimed death earns an easy laugh from K'zin. "Same. I've never been good with any of that survivalist, hunting gathering stuff. I think Ras'd starve to death if he didn't have the feeding pens, though he's improved since our weyrling days." The bronzerider reaches to run a hand through his hair, "Thanks. Probably the most daring part of it all will be if I actually ask Quinlys. You know how she can be," the look he gives the greenrider is meaningful. "More frightening than a green in heat," to dovetail the other topic nicely. Rasavyth is quick to pick up on those distant nebulae, his keen interest peaked and he zeroes in on them thoughtfully. « No, no, of course. » He'd hate to be disagreeable. Overtly, anyway. L'sha pops a few more berries in his mouth and nods at K'zin. "I think Rillaeth would enjoy hunting wild game, we should try it down South sometime." He bursts into peals of laughter at K'zin's description of Quinlys. "Oh, I know! She scared the crap out of me a few times. If I were you, I'd be more nervous than if I were talking to the Weyrleaders." The nebulae float around, mingling with Rasavyth's ooze. Rillaeth preens at the thought, making sure there's no snow left to mar her hide. "Well, I get on with K'del well and Azaylia--" K'zin's lips pucker a bit as he considers, "Well, it's been a while. But then, senior weyrwomen do have a tendency to be busy, don't they." He shifts and leans to snag up a small tart. Surely that won't keep until later, right? "And I grew up friends with Quinlys' little brother, sort of, until I apprenticed, but I sort of-- well, made an ass of myself to her more than once, so I suppose I'll have to convince her I'll be a very well behaved boy from now on. Particularly if Olveraeth catches Solith again." This makes him frown like the tart doesn't taste good or something, travesty of travesties! Rasavyth's keen gaze will keep the preening green in his sights, an easy sense of amusement and openness floating there. If one doesn't mind that acerbic aftertaste to his mindtouch. Rillaeth preens some more under the bronze's attention, then curls up on the ledge, her touch distant but friendly. L'sha nods. "Especially Azaylia, she's so nice. And Quinlys is a sweetie, too, except for when you piss her off." He absent-mindedly reaches for the same tart K'zin is going for, but the bronzerider gets it first. "Oops, sorry!" He smirks at K'zin. "Well-behaved bronzerider, huh? I think you'll have to make a sincere effort at that." K'zin's cheeks color a touch at the compliment to the weyrwoman glancing down toward the front of the galleries and then clears his throat. "Yes," he agrees eloquently. The fact that he doesn't back off from that tart politely probably doesn't bode well for this whole well-behaved bronzerider thing, nor the rather impish grin that makes an appearance, "Yes, well, every color comes with its own challenges, wouldn't you say?" L'sha folds his arms over his chest and gives a mock-huff. "Ha! See what I mean? You're naughty." He picks a different tart to sample, then gives K'zin a look. "You don't have to tell me about challenges, honey. That's what greens are all about." « Are not. » "Are too!" "I could name worse," K'zin counters. There are certainly bronzeriders with a more tawdry past than K'zin. He knows them by name! Of course that bodes well for his good influences, right? Before Telavi who is, in her own right, so inquisitive about Things, the bronzerider might not have asked what he does now, "Any challenges in particular you find rougher than others?" Maybe he asks because of his assistant weyrlingmaster aspirations; it would stand to reason. L'sha gives K'zin another look and laughs at that question. "Well, there's flights, obviously, that's the main one. Dealing with proddiness. Otherwise, I don't know, maybe greens seem to always need to prove themselves, because they're smaller? Or maybe it's just Rillaeth. But, you know, they can be pretty capricious, too. Sometimes you have to rein them in." K'zin's close-lipped smile is warm and amused, "And how does she take to that? Being reined in." He reaches for a pair of cookies. Cookies won't keep either, right? L'sha grins. "Oh, she hates it, but she knows it's necessary sometimes. Especially when we're in formation and she wants to go off and do her own thing, show off for the boys. Gotta keep a tight leash on then." He grabs a cookie for himself. Those will definitely spoil. "Well," K'zin laughs, "at least it doesn't spoil things between the two of you. Ras wouldn't have any leashing," his brown gaze strays up to the ledge where his aristocratically built lifemate sits. "He might, in fact, say that he's the one keeping a tight leash on me when it's needed. But then, he is smarter than I am, so perhaps..." The bronzerider trails off a moment and then laughs again, though this time it's a tighter sound with more tension than true mirth, "Perhaps it's for the best." L'sha shakes his head, "Oh, no, far from it. Makes things interesting, I think. Never a dull moment with her." He chuckles. "I have a hard time imagining a dragon managing his rider. Usually, it's the other way around." He sighs and stands. "Well, I'd love to stay and chat and eat all these delicious berries and cookies, but I've got some errands to run. Nice talking with you!" He takes another small handful of berries and a tart, then grins and winks at the bronzerider. "For later. Night, K'zin!" He strolls out to the bowl as Rillaeth warbles a goodbye to Rasavyth and takes off from the ledge. "I hear that a lot," is ruefully responded to the matter of rider management. "I'd say clear skies, but with this storm, I'll hope your errands are more groundbound." K'zin is cheerful still, chuckling at the last and offering a simple wave in farewell while Rasavyth makes his own goodbye likewise above. |
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