Logs:Quiltage
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| RL Date: 28 December, 2014 |
| Who: K'zin, Madilla |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Two friends catch up; a gift is planned. |
| Where: Garden Patio Ledge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 10, Month 8, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: H'kon/Mentions, Lilabet/Mentions, Miska/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions, Teris/Mentions, T'volt/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: I totally forgot to post this, lalalala. |
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>---< Garden Patio Ledge, High Reaches Weyr(#634RJ) >------------------------<
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.
Warm sunshine and cloudless skies make for a beautiful day and pleasantly
warm evening. A breeze tempers the heat with no humidity lingering in the
air.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
K'zin M 22 6'1" Muscled, Brown hair, Brown eyes 27s
Madilla F 34 5'7" Average, Brown hair, Green eyes 0s
----------------------------------< Exits >---------------------------------
Snowasis Bowl
>------------------------------------------< 10D 8M 36T I10, summer dusk >---< It's just before dusk, a handful of days after Madilla's turnday; a beautiful summer evening. The weyrhealer, having presumably found herself with a free hour or two, has taken her glass of wine outside, sitting at one of the tables on the patio, her sewing abandoned in front of her. Perhaps it's that the dying light is not quite strong enough for for her to continue without hurting her eyes; perhaps it's just that the view is too pretty, her fingers, just for once, preferring to be idle. She's staring off in the direction of the far-distant lake, eyes dreamily half-closed. The second glass of what she's drinking arrives by way of K'zin's hand, slid onto the edge of the table and in carefully before he, without ceremony, settles himself opposite her with a small, familiar sort of smile that needs no verbal translation: he's glad to see her. "Happy belated turnday, Mads." He offers by way of explanation for the drink and perhaps for his intrusion altogether. "Was it a good one?" Given the way she glances up and back, and the smile that so-abruptly blossoms on her face, Madilla is equally glad to see the bronzerider, her not-yet-finished glass lifted in silence salute (and, presumably, thanks). "It was an excellent one," she confirms. "It's good to be home." That that brings up other, less pleasant memories shows in her expression only for a moment; she hurries on, remarking, "I was just remembering that it's nineteen turns, now, since I arrived at the Weyr. A lifetime." K'zin doesn't lack a glass of his own, but judging from the shape of the mug and the coloring of the contents, it's some kind of beer. He returns her lifted glass with his own. "You were sorely missed," is said with politic restraint but with no lacking in genuine sentiment. "I'm glad that your turnday was..." He trails off to decide on the right word, "Joyful?" He tries. It sounds awkward coming out, just the use of the word, but that's what he hopes it was. "I think this is the first time in a long time that I'm actually looking forward to mine. Just a little." Let's not get crazy. "Mm, not my lifetime. You'll always be playing catch-up there." Unless he dies, but that's not a cheerful thought he chooses to voice. "Joyful," confirms Madilla, firmly. And so it must have been; she sounds genuine in that. "Are you? I'm so glad. You ought to look forward to turndays; at least until you get to the age where you start to dread them, or so I'm told. It's not something that has ever bothered me; not when I turned thirty, and not, I suspect, when I turn forty, although that's still a few turns away." Of playing catch-up, she makes no further comment. Instead, after a sip from her glass, "How is everything? For you?" K'zin's smile widens at the confirmation, but the smile turns a little bashful when she asks him about his. "I think probably after my father passed away a lot of things started to sort of settle themselves about turndays. Not that they're not still important, but I don't feel like I'm solely responsible for making sure they're good for the people I care about." Obsession gone! Achievement unlocked. "I don't think you should ever dread your turnday," her specifically. "And especially not now that you have so many people in your life to share it with. Maybe that's the real trick. The people you share it with." He takes a sip of his drink before shrugging, "Oh, you know. Same old. Trying to keep out of trouble. Working to sort a way to convince Quinlys to keep me. I figure if I liquor her up real good and say 'pretty please, ma'am,' I stand a fair shot." His voice is teasing. "And you? Keeping busy?" Madilla turns her glass in her hand as K'zin speaks, acknowledging his comment about the importance of the people you share a turnday with with another lift of it; she drains it, setting it down, before reaching for the new glass. It's then that she agrees, "Yes, absolutely. It's important to know that... that there are people who care about you, and that want to help you to celebrate. Iesaryth's clutch is about to graduate, isn't it? So you'll have some time before you need to... properly convince her." In whatever way; let's assume Madilla knows nothing, hears nothing, can't possibly imagine any kind of bribery (or something). "Mmm, always busy. It's been a little difficult; Raija's been clinging again. She takes separations hard." "Soon," K'zin agrees. "You know, I think there are a couple weyrlings like that too," he comments wryly. Perhaps weyrling clinginess and tot clinginess can be considered one in the same. No? "Would you be--" His eyes are on his glass, but already there's a touch of color to his cheeks, "--too busy to be commissioned for a quilt?" To that, Madilla only laughs: clingy is clingy, whatever the form. That colour in K'zin's cheeks, and his hesitation over that question, however, draw the laughter to an end, a more thoughtful expression taking its place upon her features. By the end, she simply looks surprised-- and than, quick and firm, "I'm never too busy to take on that kind of work, K'zin," she says. "Especially for a friend. What are you thinking of? When do you need it by?" The fingers of one of K'zin's hands start playing over a scar in the wood of the table, his eyes following their movements rather than meeting Madilla's after stealing a glance to offer a briefly grateful look for her willingness to entertain the idea. "The thing is," that scratch is so interesting. "Tela and I have been sort of together for nearly five turns now." He's tracing the wood a second time. "And she really loves the quilt you made for me," fancy that, almost exactly five turns ago! "and so I thought I could commission you for one for her, for her turnday in month thirteen." Madilla's expression softens (as if it needed to be any softer!) in answer to K'zin's explanation, as her fingers wrap around the stem of her wine glass, drawing it towards her mouth - to hover, though, rather than be sipped from. "Month thirteen," she repeats. "Six months; a little less. It's a pity I don't have Lilabet on hand to help, but-- that's doable. Colours? Design ideas?" Her free hand idles over the quilt-patch she has on the go at the moment, smoothing the fabric. "She likes the one you did for me. I mean, with the 'Reaches colors and Ras'. But she's not close to Solith the same way I am with Ras, so... Her favorites are this blue-grey color and peach," K'zin's eyes have found their way back to Madilla as he begins to speak with more animation and a familiar, youthful edge of enthusiasm. "Actually," he starts and then stops to shift back on the bench so he can go fishing into the inside pockets of his riding jacket and after two or so tries, he produces a handkerchief. It's too girly to be his, but it's embroidered with some of the colors he's talking about. He offers it over to Madilla, "Please don't lose it or tell Tela I have it?" Secrets! Five turns in, and secrets! Madilla sets down her glass in order to accept the handkerchief, examining the embroidery thoughtfully. "Mmm," she says. "I think I can work with that. This must be her work; I know she embroiders. She helped Lilabet with hers." Her gaze lifts to consider K'zin again, as she adds, "It's a lovely thing that you want to do - to do this for her. I hope she'll love it." Beat. "Why do you have her handkerchief?" "Yes," K'zin will admit that that's Telavi's work; he'll even sound a little proud when he says it. When he's asked, however, about why he has it, the blush that's been gathering like so many storm clouds breaks with full fury on his cheeks, rosy hues showing themselves under his dusky skin. "I... just..." Why does he have it anyway? "I like keeping her with me." He says it in a way that suggest he knows that it's dumb. "If I didn't not want to share a weyr, I might ask her to weyrmate me. I'm hoping your quilt is a good 'instead of' gift. Not that I think she wants me to ask." He rambles now, just a little, but staunches the flow of words with his beer. Thank Faranth for booze! The blush? It's awfully difficult for Madilla not to laugh in the wake of it, though she manages to avoid anything more than glimmers of amusement about the eyes; even if her smile is broad. "That's sweet," she says. "I understand. I'm so very glad that you're happy together. Truly, K'zin." It's genuine, though coming from Madilla, that's surely no surprise. "I'll do my very best to make something lovely for her." "It's easier now, that things have settled out." K'zin looks at his glass. "In some ways, the time at Telgar, as awful as it was," what with Rasavyth being grievously injured and grounded for almost literally forever, not to mention the fellis addiction that will be a lifelong temptation to him and compromise his healthcare forevermore, "did a lot for our relationship. Well, for all my relationships, really. It even helped clarify things with my mother." He frowns, "She came, you know, in the beginning. I'm not sure why. I think she's-- well, off her rocker, really. But it was nice that she came." The thought is nice, even if the truth of things is not as. Madilla is quiet, half-watching K'zin and half staring over his shoulder and away. It takes her a few moments to come up with an answer; her voice is heavy. "Difficult times are often... they often make things clearer for people, I think. Between people. It doesn't make us glad for the difficult times, but I suppose it reminds us of what is important, and that's..." Helpful? Important? Something. "I brought her some," K'zin confesses quietly after some moments of silence. "The morning after they should have let her go." There can be no mistaking who he's talking about now. "She leapt at me and spilled it on the floor. I had a sip." He breathes out a slow exhale. "I shouldn't have. I won't again. Not ever. Losing your dragon... and for what? The love of fellis?" It makes him cringe, as well it should. His shoulders droop and he tries to make himself a little smaller. Madilla, too, is silent, except for the sudden sharp intake of breath. She disapproves - that much is plain - but it's more than that; there's sympathy, too, and deep, honest empathy. "Never again," she agrees. "You can't. It's on your chart now, you know; if you end up in my infirmary, whatever the reason, you'll be safe." Her pause, this time, is minute. "Teris was... I'm not sure she was ever happy, though I know she loved my daughter. And her brother. Still, I'm sorry she's gone." "I know." K'zin is quiet in his acknowledgment. His eyes lift apologetically to Madilla, "But you know that's not where I get it from. But I'm not, anymore. Haven't since I've been back. Dumped my stash after Teris," because of course he would have one, "T'volt took it to where it could help people." Where K'zin can't get it. He shakes his head before before he's looking at her with furrowed brow. Surely he must remember the connection, if vaguely. He doesn't focus on it at any rate. "Promise me, if I end up in your infirmary, for that reason, I won't be choiceless?" It's the scared little boy in him that asks, and it shows in his eyes as he looks at her guilelessly, as if they were younger, so many turns younger than now. "K'zin," says Madilla, leaning forward now with the obvious intention of grasping at his hand, though her hands falter part-way; he could easily complete the movement, but she'll let them hover between them. "No one in my infirmary would ever be left choiceless. I promise. Ever." K'zin will complete the movement, holding her hand briefly as he gives her a sincere look of appreciation. It doesn't last. One little squeeze to her hands and he's releasing them. "Thank you." He's shifting then to stand, "I'd better get going. Bringing you a drink, holding your hand," the words are infused with a subdued humor, "People will think I'm trying to work my bronzeriderly roguishness on you and H'kon is one man I wouldn't want to end up on the wrong side of, even if he'd never believe it." Rumors. Stupid rumors. "I'll come by for tea sometime this month, yeah?" He invites himself to less estrangement with the healer than has been since his return, but doesn't really wait for an answer if it's not swift in coming before he's heading toward the bowl, hands tucking into his pockets and shoulders hunching as he goes. He's not the same boy that chose 'Reaches when his family quitted it, but that doesn't stop him from setting his course toward the forge as if he were still an apprentice on the job. "Of course," says Madilla, quickly, as her hand withdrwas back to her side of the table. "Stay well, K'zin." It doesn't matter if he actually hears that last bit; it's as much for her as it is for him, in the end. |
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Tela (17:49, 11 January 2015 (EST)) said...
<3 yes.
Except, it isn't possible that so much time has passed, it really isn't.
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