Logs:Running Round
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| RL Date: 23 September, 2014 |
| Who: Edyis, R'hin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: A traditional run between master and student lends to colorful discussion. |
| Where: Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 20, Month 11, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: A layer of patch clouds covers the sky. The air feels cool and damp, but there is no rainfall today. |
| Mentions: Farideh/Mentions, Jeroman/Mentions, Rone/Mentions, E'nest/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: As usual feel free to add/edit/correct anything I may have missed. |
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| The rest of the bowl may be barren, grass barely surviving at best, but here by the lake, it's brilliantly green in the warmer months: thickening and thriving in the silty, boulder-dotted soil just before it transitions to soft sand and thence to the cool, clear water itself.
A large freshwater lake fed by a low waterfall, it not only provides warm-weather bathing space for humans and dragons, but has one end fenced off as a watering hole for the livestock in the feeding grounds. The water there is often muddier than the rest of the clear lake, whose shallows drop off abruptly several yards out into deep water, and whose edge undulates against the coarse-hewn bowl wall: here close enough to just be bramble-covered rocks, there far enough away that a narrow land bridge divides the main lake from a smallish pond. Between are several rocky outcroppings that form excellent makeshift diving points, though only one -- across the bridge -- has a set of narrow, slippery, quite possibly tempting stairs.
It's been threatening to rain all day, with clouds gathering overhead, but the rain has held off by late afternoon despite the picking up of cold wind more reminiscent of winter than autumn. Some traditions are undaunted by the weather, and R'hin's appearing randomly in the records room to announce to Edyis that it's time for an afternoon run is one of them; the bronzerider bears the ill look he probably receives from Master Jeroman fairly blithely, disappearing again. He's waiting out by the lake's edge, stretching out: Leiventh's presence on the rim of the bowl is a familiar sight. Some things never change, and it's with a muttered apology and a promise to finish up the extra work in the later hours in the evening that she departs the surly records master's company. She's a little later arriving at the bowl, but not much, having changed into clothes suited for running. She's doing some of her stretching on the way, finally meeting her mentor near the water's edge. "You enjoy being disruptive don't you." It might sound more irritated if Edyis wasn't so accustomed to his behavior by this point as to be amused by it. "Be nice to the man who pays me." Technically it's the weyr that does the paying but surely he won't pull that technicality will he? "I really do," R'hin agrees easily, with a low-throated chuckle. "Besides, it's best to let Master Jeroman know how wanted you are, so he'll treat you well." At least, that's what he's claiming; whether he actually thinks that's happening is another story. "I've heard," but of course, never done himself, "That it's the best way to treat a woman, too. Be elusive and unavailable, so it'll make them want you even more." The sidelong, amused glance he gives Edyis suggests he's well aware the sort of reaction that might engender; even as he's talking he starts the jog by setting a light pace on the path around the lake shore, comfortable enough to allow them to keep talking. She laughs, "Only the women who don't know you well enough to see through the act." The pace is a comfortable one, matching his strides and falling into the comfort of the familiar ritual. "But then it would seem the laundresses already suspect you are much less of a gentleman than you usually prove to be." R'hin snorts briefly, but it's a sound of amusement. "Who said it was an act?" he counters, with a grin, before increasing the pace slightly once they settle in. "The laundresses? Oh, no," he presses a hand against his chest as if in momentary consternation, though he laughs soon after. "Most folk immediately assume bronzerider and go from there; gentleman doesn't really come into the initial assessment." "Bronzerider has never immediately implied to me prolific, but then given the ones I choose to spend time in the company of perhaps that's somewhat understandable. Then again I've never been a huge fan of stereotypes; I tend to like the odd ones the ones who almost never do the thing you expect." She decides, her smile going a little wilder as the pace increases. "You don't consider me prolific?" There's a marginally wounded look from the Savannah Wingleader, but the scribe undoubtedly knows R'hin well enough to suspect he's teasing her even if he plays it well otherwise. He gives an approving grunt at her comment of stereotypes and more: "Life would be very dull if everyone always did the thing you expect, and I abhor being bored." "Well you are a different sort of prolific, the more dangerous kind. You are the sort that tinkers about with minds and hearts and molds them into a shape to suit a purpose." She glances sidelong at him purposefully though there's only amusement in the expression. "True, enough. I'm not sure how I survived before you so graciously introduced me to the exciting side of things. Hardly have a moment to myself these days."
"Well, it seems to suit some people; or more accurately, some people are suited to it. Bloods seem to fancy it as a full time profession." R'hin can't help but miss that bitterness, and it makes him look at her quickly. In that look he likely takes in her measure, and how easily she keeps up; undoubtedly as a result he pushes things to a faster pace, near all out, though he's possibly restraining himself to so he doesn't outpace her with his longer legs. "Some people are suited to it." The rest of whatever she'd had to say vanishing as the pace picks up. She keeps it for a few moments before just letting loose, feet pounding the ground beneath her with almost violent tenacity. He could probably catch up easily enough with those longer strides but she seems intent to do some pushing of her own, intent to let pent up frustrations lose in the simple exercise. While she strides out ahead of him, the bronzerider's reaction is quiet laughter. Interestingly, R'hin doesn't pass her, though she can hear his footfalls just on her heels as she leads the way around another circuit of the lake at a fast face. She doesn't slow down, at least not until that quiet laughter stops, which may not be for some time given her instructor's penchant for troublemaking, eventually though the silence more than anything else seems to bore her. "Don't tell me you kept pushing just to watch my ass. Because that will change my whole opinion of you for the worse." She teases finally. As she slows down, R'hin comes apace with her, grinning in an entirely unrepentant manner at her accusation, breathing heavily as he retorts: "Would it help if I admit it was not just to watch your ass?" A few more strides takes them around past their starting point again, before he accuses, "Have you been practicing without me?" Her own breathing is somewhat ragged, "Of course I practice without you, it helps that I run messages to opposite ends of the weyr almost every day as well. Can I tell you that I find that kind of creepy, especially since you've told me on numerous occasions that I'm young enough to be your daughter." "What's so wrong about appreciating a good form? Especially since you've been working on it," R'hin certainly doesn't sound the least bit apologetic, age difference or not. "And don't even try and pretend like you've never done it," he adds, with a knowing sort of grin, casting her a sidelong glance as he drops the pace down a notch. "Ah yes but at least my escapades tend to be discrete, and no the Monaco goldflight doesn't count. Did he ever get the blue ink out of that shirt by the way? It took a month for the blue streak up my back to fade." Assuming that she's been tattled on and that denial has no purpose at this point. R'hin seems to always know everything with his rider's anyway right? "Sometimes appreciation is a gift in of itself. Why shouldn't a pretty girl feel pretty?" R'hin counters, as if it were merely logical. As for the Monaco goldflight, there's a low-throated chuckle, though the bronzerider gives an easy sort of shrug, letting his breath even out before he adds, "I, for one, was impressed with your self-control. E'nest less so, but then, he could use a knock to his ego now and then." Edyis snorts. "I heard the stories he told at first about the bite mark, I don't think his ego took enough of a knock." She still finds some amusement in the incident clearly from the unrepentant grin. "At least I've learned to apologize with booze. I'm sure though Telavi would die of shock if she ever heard the tale. Still remind me to find an assignment away from the weyr next time one of the queens here rise. " With a casual lift of shoulders, R'hin confesses, "The rest of the wing, at least, knew the true story. Made sure of that," he grins abruptly, as he lets the pace of their run slide towards a slower jog, then finally to a fast walk. "Won't be for a while," of the queens, "And I'd offer to help you slip away, but Leiventh has a way of making sure we're here, my wishes otherwise." Edyis laughs. "I would never wish to so deprive Leiventh, especially since he's always so chivalrous with giving me a ride back down to the bowl when I visit your Weyr." She's starting to stretch again as they walk. "A heads up would suffice. I've got contingency plans now to prevent myself from doing anyone I'd regret." She snorts. "Besides you might be needed here." "Well, goldflights are rarely boring, so... there's that." And of course, R'hin's chuckling at her good opinion of Leiventh. "You should hear what he says about you." No. Surely he's joking, except his expression is earnest enough. "Hide somewhere and lock the door behind you?" he says, with a slight shake of her head. "It's half the fun of the flight -- losing control. But some people like that less than others. It... took me a long time to adjust." Edyis lifts an eyebrow at that. "I'm sure he's the one who helped you win that bet last hatching." She must be teasing from that smile. "I keep hearing that I need to learn to lose control. Also that I need to learn how to be good at parties, I'm sensing a theme." She tilts her head thoughtfully. "What is it like, I mean, with him in your head during?" "He does have more of an interest in dragons than humans," R'hin concedes with a laugh, his pace settling at an easy walk. At her comment of learning to lose control, he gives her a curious look, though doesn't ask. With a sharp shake of his head, he seems reticent at first, concentrating on walking for a moment, though his thoughtful expression suggests he's trying to come up with a way to describe it to the scribe. "It's not like... he's in my head. He's me, and I'm him, and there's so much crossover -- sometimes I can feel my wings beating, and he can feel my fist flying. It gets all... mixed up. It's exhilarating and frightening all in one." Edyis smirks under that look, but leaves the topic undisturbed. "That must feel - strange." She decides on pensively as her gaze goes to where the red-bronze stretches across the rim. Her attention returns to the rider soon enough however. "Seems like the more I learn the more I feel like I'm missing out on. But then I'm sure if I had impressed I'd be feeling the same way wouldn't I?" "There's this saying about the grass being greener, but," R'hin shrugs expressively. "There's as much bad as good -- don't be deceived by the riders who have it easy. For some it's harder than others. I can't speak as to you," there's a little smile, "But, if you don't like to lose control, it certainly won't be easy for you." Tugging a hand through his hair he comes to a stop, stretching out his calves, glancing towards the rim. "Fancy a soak?" Edyis laughs. "I always fancy a soak these days. the hot springs?" She is as eager as ever to ease into the warm relaxing waters away from prying eyes and chatty laundresses. |
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