Logs:A Meeting Of Minds
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| RL Date: 7 September, 2013 |
| Who: Ali, E'ten, Reyvar, Elaruth, Rhenth, Bijedth, Isyath |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: E'ten visits Ali, and meets her brother, Reyvar. Ali has a confession for E'ten when he starts to get concerned. |
| Where: Ali's Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 25, Month 9, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| It's been a drizzly sort of afternoon, though warmth and light spill out from the junior weyrwoman's weyr. Isyath is no barrier, however: she sails loftily high above, despite the weather, though if it turns any worse she'll probably seek shelter. For now though, her familiar, starry delight drifts across the Weyr. Inside, lounging on the couch, is a young man probably about E'ten's age, his dark hair and green eyes familiar enough perhaps to suggest a kinship to Ali. He's made himself comfortable, and looks to be practicing a card trick involving a seamless swap of cards from one up his sleeve. Elaruth's presence has been constant since the affair at Southern Boll Hold, her gentle touch /there/, yet never oppressive or demanding. Now though, the glimmer of dawn's light and the hint of gauzy mists begin to lift away from the minds of her flock as Fort's senior queen circles above the bowl. (To Fort dragons from Elaruth) To Fort dragons, Isyath circles above the bowl in the drizzly air, her delight spilling across the Weyr as normal in a starry spiral. There's curiosity from her as Elaruth lifts into the air - a hint of anticipation like she wonders if her dam might join her - banking over in a wide circle to take her nearer the senior. It may have been a lazy day for most, E'ten finally makes his way up the stairs to Isyath's ledge once seeing everything completed from paperwork, to making sure everything is in order with the wing and to lastly something that might have passed for lunch. Barely. Announcing his presence with splattering steps, it's the sight of someone uncommon that causes him to be polite, looking between the two thoughtfully. "Looks like you already have company, Ali." The second Reyvar hears a voice, the cards disappear from his hands, and he pushes to his feet. A tip of head, and he strides forth with a grin and a hand being offered to the bronzerider. "You must be E'ten. I've heard /so/ much about you. I'm the brother- one of them. Rey's my name." He glances over his shoulder, deeper into the weyr, "She's in the bathroom, but she's- cleaning. Sure you can interrupt, she's been at it a while." His eyes roll in that 'typical Ali' sort of way. Ohhh; they're /both/ up there! This is a reason to rejoice, and Rhenth almost immediately vaults skyward, rising slowl but surely so he can happily tickle their metaphoric bellies with his towering treetops. He remains below the gold pair so as not to impede their sky-freedom, but, like a good 'father figure,' the dragon keeps a little closer than he normally would beneath while vaning with them wherever the air current might lead. As Bijedth's currently eating, he'll take up 'protecting duty.' (To Fort dragons from Rhenth) Maybe another day; maybe when there's no hooded figure in Elaruth's straps. If anything, Isyath's banking nearer and Rhenth's presence in the skies below force the little queen's path to rise sooner than she might have liked, broad wings carrying her higher and higher above the Weyr until she manages to level out with the aid of an unpredictable thermal current. She hovers there for one second, then another, then swoops back into motion and abruptly vanishes. Is there a flicker of guilt left in her wake? Regret, perhaps, but no /apology/. (To Fort dragons from Elaruth) Any company is more than welcome as far as Isyath's concerned, especially on a day when most retreat to the shelter of their ledges. It's only when she starts to get closer that she notices Elaruth's passenger, something quizzical in her tone, and a hint of disappointment as the other queen disappears. Still, Rhenth's here, so she's not alone: the faltering pause of rippling stars is only momentary. (To Fort dragons from Isyath) "Well, that makes all the need to introduce myself rather moot," E'ten remarks humorously, extending his own hand for a solid hand clasp with the other man. "Well met, Rey. Have you been here at Fort long and if so, how are you settling in?" Asked with a glance towards the direction indicated by the glance, he quirks both brows higher in query. "And cleaning?" He's dubious. Maybe. "Are you sure she's not taking a long bath? That might be more like her." The handshake is enthusiastic: Reyvar seems genuinely pleased. "A couple of sevens. Ali's keeping a close eye on me," he's grinning now. "I'm the troublemaker in the family. But she's feeding me, so it's hard to complain. Her cooking's gotten better over the Turns, and-" a shrug of shoulders for E'ten's dubiousness. "No, she's definitely cleaning. I stuck my head in before, and she told me to go away. But I'm sure you'll be fine." Elaruth's his senior queen, and she pretty much gets to go where she wishes. Still, Rhenth can't help but feel a smidge of concern when the lithe little gold rises beyond them, then soon disappears. A low croon of temporary goodbye and protective well-wishes eminates from his deep chest and from the deep gloamings of his mind before he withdraws (mind you, there's still a tiny fraction of him that is near-always alert for the two golds, anymore) and lets his spirit be lifted by flying patterns and some rare barrel-rolls around Isyath. Celebrate! (To Fort dragons from Rhenth) To Fort dragons, Bijedth abandons his pursuit of a meal in the wake of Elaruth's disappearance /between/. His head hangs heavily and he takes to the skies, flying from the ledge over the pens up to the Star Stones where he perches, posture stooped and energy quiet and withdrawn. From there he can oversee the Weyr - but more importantly, he can cast long looks up and out in search of pale gold light. Rhenth, compassionate soul that he is, can't help but crooning to Bijedth from on high when the elder bronze abandons his feeding to watch and ward. A hint of the good feelings shared with Isyath about not only flying, but having Hattie back in the saddle again -- so-to-speak -- are shunted towards the other bronze, hopefully giving him just a little more reason to not feel quite as down...abandoned. (To Fort dragons from Rhenth) "Me? I'm not too worried about being alright or not," E'ten remarks with a wave of his hand towards the chair previously occupied before moving towards another, empty one. "If she's cleaning here, then that means other weyrs are likely alright from being organized. Anyways, since you've been here awhile..." With a turn of the chair about face so that he can and does drape both arms along the back, he remarks with a firm seat taken and more of a grin displayed, "Can I find something for you to do? It'd keep you out of trouble, but I can't say it'll be interesting." There's a loud, knowing sort of laugh that suggests that Reyvar knows exactly what E'ten means in regards to other weyrs being safe. "Something for me to do?" he asks, brows raised as he settles back onto his seat. "Depends what you're offering. I'll take suggestions. I keep a good bar, I'm a dab hand at dealing- and speaking of which, know any good card games in the offering?" "I'm not sure, to be honest. Not to mention, if I put you to work in something that brings Ali to my ledge, we'll both be in for a sound thrashing verbally," E'ten conversationally says, using one hand to gesture absently as he continues to consider the possibilities. "We have a bar, two of them if you want to get particular. The main one is the Glass Fountain. The other? Not so much so. But speaking of that.. have you ever /worked/ as a bartender? I mean, if you're going to stay around.. it might help you meet more of the weyrfolk," he says with an involuntary glance over one shoulder as if expecting the goldrider to walk out any moment. "It sounds like you do know Ali well," Reyvar's chuckling with familiarity. "I've done plenty of work as a bartender. Two bars? Huh," he sounds interested, leaning forward a bit. It seems like the voices have drawn Ali out, her hair tied back and hands on her hips, watching the two talk with something between a furrow of brow and a hint of a smile. If there is a smile it doesn't linger, however: clearly it hasn't been a good day for Ali. "E'ten," she even sounds weary, "It's good to see you. You've gotten acquainted with my brother already, I see." E'ten shrugs, "A bakery, but they do have drinks." It matches enough to what a bar should be. Kind of. At least, in the bronzerider's mind as his grin broadens on hearing Ali's voice before looking over one shoulder in greeting. Not that it remains for long. "I'm trying to keep him out of trouble.. depending on your idea of the word. Not that you need any such help. How have you been? And how was your vacation? I thought that it was supposed to help." Not make things worse, in his opinion. "A bakery?" Reyvar appears to find that rather puzzling, all told, and shakes his head. "The Glass Fountain, you said? I'll ask- oh, hi Ali." Even if he's not done anything wrong he's well practice at the 'totally innocent, no really' smile he bestows on his sister. The dubious look Ali returns to Reyvar suggests she's not buying it, and she nudges him over to take up the other side of the couch, a faint smile appearing for E'ten. "It- the vacation did help. Everything /after/-" she glances at Reyvar, quickly, then to E'ten, like maybe her brother doesn't /know/. "I've been feeling a little run down, is all. We should- I should cook dinner, for all of us, soon. Maybe in a few days? I've a new recipe I want to practice first." To his credit, E'ten doesn't even try to feign innocence with Ali as he regards her with a slow nod before catching a glimmer of understanding to add, "Ah. Your brother made it difficult? I can see that but..." As if an idea is really coming to mind, he adds helpfully, "I might have the perfect idea for him. If he brings the drinks, you cook and I'll.. um.." There's a problem. Lifting one hand to run through his hair, he points out rather obviously, "What /do/ you want me to bring?" "Hey!" Reyvar's quick to protest the suggestion /he's/ the difficult one. "You didn't have to grow up with her-" a thumb is gestured in Ali's direction, and the sharp elbow nudge he receives from his sister in turn earns an unapologetic grin. "Fine. Some fresh fruits might be nice. I can give you a couple of visuals down southern way. I'd go but-" Ali stops short, not bothering to explain. Maybe she's hoping he'll just assume she's reluctant to leave the Weyr. "Rey, I'm- I need some more tea from the kitchens. Could you go and get some?" Reyvar's brows twitch upwards; it's obvious he's making an assumption about why he's being sent away, to judge by his grin. "Sure, sure. Be right back." There's a grin towards E'ten as he steps out, Ali glancing after him, far less chirpy. "E'ten..." she begins, faltering. The mention of fresh fruit already has E'ten staring at Reyvar - a long stare that almost means whether or not he's seriously thinking of making that request. The would-be-bartender to the bronzerider, that is. But it's cut short by the dismissal, allowing his shoulders to relax before shooting a 'sorry about that' look to the other man. "Get me a list later, if you're inclined." Once the footsteps are distant enough, he looks to Ali with the beginnings of a frown, "You're not well." Rather than answering his question, Ali steps quickly towards E'ten, leaning in to hug him, sighing out the words, "Thank you." For /what/ she doesn't specify, but there's a lot of sentiment behind it all the same. "I'm fine," she murmurs into his shoulder. "I'll be fine, I promise." The words 'I'm pregnant' are soft enough, but they can be heard. "It's- Hattie's the only one here who knows, but she- we-" her breath hitches, briefly. "Anyway- I'll be /fine/." A glimmer of a smile, now. Instinctively, E'ten's arms reach out to encircle Ali, not quite out of old habit but it isn't something he's unaccustomed to either. The reassurances of being well are met with a straightening of his shoulders until those two words. He doesn't pull away but his arms don't loosen either. "Congratulations." It's faint, just in case Rey's return is a bit earlier than expected. While there's likely a few questions he could ask, he settles for, "Are you sure that there isn't anything we can do for you?" Meaning Adiulth in the same lumping, apparently. "Just come to dinner. And- and let me know if you hear Elaruth returning." There's obviously some worry there, but Ali doesn't seem about to go into the detail of it. At least there's still a faint smile as she steps back from the hug, looking over her shoulder. "I- should finish the bathroom before bed. I'm glad you came by. You and Rey seemed to get on well- I knew you would." And if it's a little bit more of an abrupt farewell than usual, well- she seems oddly obsessed about getting that bathroom clean. |
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