Logs:To Remember A Date
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| RL Date: 10 April, 2015 |
| Who: Faryn, K'zin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'zin asks Faryn to help celebrate Azaylia's life by riding runners, going on a picnic and climbing trees. |
| Where: Somewhere near High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 1, Month 7, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions, Edyis/Mentions, Farideh/Mentions, Irianke/Mentions, Keysi/Mentions, Laine/Mentions, Paz/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions, Yesia/Mentions, Zadkiel/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: A bit of an homage to Logs:A Date To Remember. Thank you to Faryn for indulging me! |
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| The offer had been made simply when he found Faryn on her day off. "I want to celebrate her life in a way I think she'd appreciate. Want to come?" Did he need to say who 'she' was? He didn't. "Stables, before lunch," and "comfortable, active clothes," were fairly simple directions to. When she arrived, two runners were already saddled and packed with what was obviously going to be a picnic, and then a little more. What had taken he and Azaylia a good half hour to reach at a slow trot, takes Faryn and K'zin less time, owing to the nature of the riders involved and a propensity for speed. It's a beautiful day and it's all to the good. The place, down the mountain that seats High Reaches Weyr, is picturesque. The path widens and comes to a small plateau. It's green and lush at this time of the turn, though the harsher reliefs more familiar to 'Reaches can be seen in the places where the greenery is sparse enough to allow for a good view. There's rocky outcroppings and trees. A small stream runs through at one side with a small but steady waterfall trailing down the cliff-face that boarders that section of the plateau. It's here K'zin stops and dismounts. "Now, we eat. Then, we climb some trees." The smile he flashes Faryn is colored with his grief, but this is a celebration, damnit, and he's going to try his darnedest to hold to that, it seems. Whether Faryn's acquiescence had come from sympathy or her own feelings was unclear, but it probably didn't matter by the time the pair of them met. At the very least, she was good at following instructions, arriving in clothes light enough to accommodate a Reaches summer, and was ready to take on the task of saddling the beasts, though she found it already done. Respect, curiosity, or a mild amount of concern kept her largely quiet during their ride, though she still occasionally would rush her mount forward to leap a log, or send it into a high, attractive trot, giving the bronzerider a quickly flashed grin. This persisted until they reached the meadow, and she follows his lead, jumping from the saddle with a low huff of exertion when she hits the ground. Her runner immediately begins mouthing at a nearby tree. "Eat, climb. Can we eat and climb, or is that forbidden?" It's at least misguided, but her joke and the following smile are both soft. "Well, you can eat and climb if you promise not to eat and climb and break something," K'zin says after a moment of consideration. "I can't afford to get a bad reputation for breaking candidates," there's a droll grin as he adds, "especially since I've already started getting one for getting beaten up at the clutching feast." His brow furrows a moment as he looks up from unloading the food, studying Faryn. "Were you there? Or did I -- I don't know, hallucinate that?" It's probably a realistic possibility. His grin is a victory, at the very least, though despite having permission Faryn doesn't show many signs of actually wanting to try and climb while eating. She ties her runner and pats it affectionately, saying, "I would take the blame, if that happened. Not that it would. Food deserves more respect than that." When he mentions the feast, her eyes drop, color touching her cheeks and the tips of her ears. When she shows her own teeth, it's not a smile but a chagrined grimace, more at her own behavior. "I was there. I, uh, gave you a towel. You got hit really hard." Her nose wrinkles slightly, and she feels compelled to add, "But you put up a good fight," she offers, and maybe more helpful, "and you didn't deserve it. Can I help set up anything?" She gestures to a nice, small spot in the grass. Faryn's words make K'zin laugh now, a full, real thing. Is it still honoring the memory of the past if one loses oneself in the moment? "I didn't put up any fight at all." He tells her with a smile. Then a single shoulder rises and falls to qualify, "Well, only enough to not get hit, or until he hit me, anyway. But you're not the only one who didn't notice I wasn't throwing any punches." The bronzer has a rueful smile, "And it's not the first time my nose has been broken." He passes over one of the bags to her to unload. "Wraps and stuff," he notes as the food. "Arguably easy to climb with." Then, is added, "I might have deserved it. And not just because my dragon is an asshole." Faryn chuckles, taking the proffered bag, settling it on atop one booted foot, and pulling the drawstrings loose so she can dig inside for the food. "You tried," she'll maintain, as though already used to catering to traditional bronzerider pride -- even if he has yet to prove to her he is that particular sort. "I don't know either way, if you deserved it, but I am sorry it happened. You're alright." She tenders the compliment absently, still digging in the bag to find the blanket, if it's there. "Good climbing food, yes, but still best to enjoy on a blanket. We're supposed to be picnicking," she reminds him. "Then tree climbing. And...uh," awkwardly, this, "if you need to talk." That's it. The offer is there, followed up with, "But I think this is a nice way to remember." "I probably could've done better to not piss the new Weyrwoman off," K'zin murmurs, but not loudly enough that it seems he'll push the conversation that direction. Instead, he asks, "How are you finding candidacy?" as he moves to pull the blanket from where it's stowed and shake it out. "It's been a long time since Zay and I were close. But when I was a smith, I asked her for a date. Didn't get to make good on it 'til weyrling duties allowed a little more freedom." It's a succinct enough explanation for the moment. Aha, there's the blanket. She waits for him to settle it before claiming a corner and settling all at once into a cross-legged position with the wraps held in her arms. Out they go, to the center for easy access, easier still when she claims one herself, though she seems less keen on really eating it than nibbling one side. Her shrug commits to nothing regarding Irianke - that seems ground one should tread cautiously now that she's the Weyrwoman. "It's fine. Nothing's changed," she notes, "except sometimes now I can skip the stables for what's been assigned on the roster." Half of her mischievous smile is hidden when she takes a bite to cover it. "That's a long time to hold out for a date. When a boy asked me, I got stressed within the first twelve hours. If he hadn't taken me the next day, I might have pushed him off the docks." "That's something to be said for candidacy," K'zin comments after clearing his throat in a way that suggests Faryn's answer wasn't what he was expecting. "Liking your fellow candidates?" He queries with innocent interest. "Zay always like the rules. Romances between older weyrwomen and young, innocent apprentice-turned-candidates... Well, she didn't want to raise too many brows. Once I was a weyrling..." He shrugs. "The rules are different. For dates, anyway. And neither of us had ever been on one. Still not sure we did it right, if there's a right and wrong when it comes to dates. But I like climbing trees and runner ridings and picnics, and so did she, so." He shrugs. It's too late now, in any case. "There's good and bad," the herder says, "but that's anywhere." She twists her wrist, ticking the wrap in it in something like a so-so motion while she thinks. "I'm glad I said yes, though," comes her eventual decision. "My friends are there, and I guess I didn't realize how odd it felt to not be part of that. Even if I'm going to end up smothering Yesia with a pillow." For a second, her mouth thins down into a displeased line at the thought of her peer, whose nature has her rapidly climbing the ranks of ire in the barracks. Her attention shifts, though, eyebrows raising, though, her expression incredulous. "I don't think you can really do it wrong. You can do it awkward, but even that's not terrible. Everyone's awkward, the first time for anything. Did you enjoy yourself, is the question." "Good. Well, no. Not good smothering anyone with a pillow. Maybe avoid that. But good-" K'zin quickly moves on, "that you're glad you said yes." He reaches for his wrap and bites in quickly. The next question is too conversational, "So, anyone I'm going to need to watch out for if they Impress? You did realize that accepting Search from me automatically drafted you into the ranks of weyrlingmaster spies, right?" He's grinning though, so that probably isn't a thing. "We did, have fun that is. Can't say I've been on a lot of dates after that, but I don't know that Tela is really a 'dates' sort of girl." He sounds a little uncertain about that, but he's got his wrap to chew while he mulls it over. "I did not agree to that," she laughs, though his tone seems to be lost, and she answers honestly, "Honestly? I don't know. Yesia," again, said with a nasty little sneer, "probably. Paz, but, I think she is maybe less terrible, and more easily influenced? I just can't put up with her long enough to test." Faryn takes the last bite of her wrap, chewing thoughtfully, tapping her kneecap. They're supposed to be celebrating, which probably explains why she is hesitant to say, "I don't think there are any valid concerns, though. Just bratty, difficult teenagers." She's relieved, then, for the mention of Tela, to which she responds, "I think even girls who don't like dates," a thumb jerked to self, "like dates. They just don't need them. It could be a nice surprise. Or maybe you could just ask her instead of guessing." "Mm, are you sure?" K'zin questions with slightly squinted eyes, as if perhaps Faryn didn't read the fine print on the white knot. "Yesia and Paz," the bronzerider repeats the names thoughtfully. "Not sure I've met either of them. Farideh, Edyis, Zadkiel, Keysi," a touch to his head indicates how, "and Laine. Not sure I've met many of the others. I'm sure I will though, come hatching day if not before. Have you been thinking much about it? Hatching day?" After another couple of bites he adds, "I suppose asking Tela would be the intelligent thing. Though, I'm not known for my intelligence." Imagine that. "Farideh," she says, only half serious, "will be trouble. I thought she went without saying, though. She's so bossy." Without prompting, Faryn gets to her feet, wiping the seat of her pants out of habit despite the fact they've been sitting on a blanket the whole time. "Zadkiel, too, but he's just...odd. Unreadable?" Igenite, is the word she's fishing for, though after his behavior at the bazaar, much regaled, she can't fault him any further than that. And it seems she doesn't have much to say about the people she's bonded with, that she would consider friends, either, because the rest get a wave of the hand. "I don't think about it much, honestly. There have been so many other things to worry about besides those eggs. Things in the moment. They'll have theirs, soon." Abruptly, then, "We climb trees now, right? Until we get cramps from exercising so close after eating?" "Yes, she is," K'zin agrees readily of Farideh. It's honest agreement, not the agreement of one inclined to give her extra latitude through some personal connection. Maybe they're not friends! "I suppose I could try to take him back to Igen. Tell him my dragon never wanted him to begin with. Irianke would believe me at least," his tone is rueful for that. Then he's following suit with standing as he pops the last bit of wrap into his mouth. "We climb trees now," he agrees with a grin. Just no breaking anything." He reiterates the warning, lest she have forgotten his concern. Faryn makes an unpleasant snorting sound at the proposition. "If it's not true, that's stupid. He has as much right to be here as anyone else, more even than some if you're traditional." The candidate's tone says everything about that particular stance. "I just mean, he's different. And he doesn't seem to like it here, or want to be here, even. And," she adds, sounding legitimately concerned, "he might hurt someone who tried to take him back." As for not breaking anything, well, she flashes him a quick grin, teasing, "Sir, yes, sir." She stands beneath a branch and gazes up at it to gauge the distance. Reaches a hand up, stretches, hops experimentally. Too short, she makes her way around the tree looking for a lower branch, her fingertips grazing the bark. "If he Impresses, Igen can just take him back anyways. Everyone wins." "That was the idea," that Zadkiel should Impress and go back to Igen, "Though not if he Impresses bronze." The bronzerider sounds a bit disgruntled, but rather than linger (physically or mentally), K'zin follows Faryn to offer, "Want a boost?" |
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