Logs:Apologies to Alida
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| RL Date: 16 February, 2013 |
| Who: Alida, Wakizian |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Wakizian tenders an apology, Alida tenderizes another victim, er-- conversation partner. |
| Where: Hatching Galleries, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 3, Month 1, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Brieli/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions |
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| She'll likely never get the chance again in life to do such...and so, Alida can be found sitting at the lowest, closest seat to view all the eggs as possible, the silent blonde woman settled back on one of the VIP stone benches...simply staring at dragon eggs and the pair of golds guarding them. Her back is partially turned so as to allow the guard the ability to offer as little of her back to the higher, larger gulf of seats behind her as possible. Wakizian's entrance into the hatching grounds seems to be hurried by the brisk wind biting anyone brave enough to be outside today. His feet carry him swiftly to the edge of the galleries benches and he climbs on up, not pausing to remove gloves or hat until his feet are on stone, not sand. Quickly enough those items are put away in pockets and the winter coat is unbuttoned. The heat of the cavern has a way of distracting one up to a point, but it's at this point that an equilibrium of comfort is met and curiosity takes over. Brown eyes float across the sands, taking it all in for a moment, and then they skim across the galleries. Spotting Alida in her VIP seat, he raises a hand in greeting and heads her way. "I was hoping I'd run into you somewhere." He looks different than he did at the turnover party. Manlier. You know, now that he's in trousers instead of a dress and his hair's bound back instead of free-flowing. A swivel of her palest head about at the sound of someone more human entering the galleries has Alida focusing on Wakizian's decidedly non-gowned frame, a hint of a cool smirk flitting about her lips for a moment as she observes him in his entirety. Turning that incisive green gaze back to the sight of one mellow queen and the much more animated, grumpy one, the woman's alto notes obliquely ovefr her shoulder, "Do that too much, and I'll have to leave." "Do what too much? Hope to run into you? Or wear a dress?" Without asking permission, Wakizian flops onto the bench a few people-widths away. "I just wanted to apologize for making you almost die at the party. Or at least almost squirt something unwanted out of your nose. I didn't mean to cause such a stir. Apparently, I should have shaved." He glances at her out of the corner of his eyes at this comment - it's a touch on the playful side, but it's obvious he's trying to get a feel for whether that kind of behavior will be well-received by this woman or not. His gaze quickly returns to the sands and its guardians. "I'll leave you in suspense..." Alida quips laconically, her lips home to a small smirk, still. Goodness, has someone actually managed to humor the stony female? Shocking. "Apology accepted..." the young woman murmurs softly, so as to not irritate the pair of queens any more than they are already. For a long moment, her deep vert gaze shifts down to Waki's legs, and those eyes that seem to notice all *stare* at them, as if to peel off the layers of clothing and get to the bottom of this 'hair or no hair' equation presented last night in all its flaming glory. By the time her gaze lifts to the young man's eyes, her features are quiet, neutral again. "Well, now that that's taken care of..." The candidate, though not as quiet as the white-blonde-haired woman's, does take care to keep his baritone hushed. The reputations of the queens have definitely gotten around. A silence ensues, until, awkwardly, he asks, "Did you enjoy the Turnover party? I don't know if I've seen you around before then." And suddenly: "Oh! I'm Wakizian, by the way." A roll of one shoulder from Alida presages her quiet, "A party's a party." Pause. "Good food, good drink." From Wakizian back over to the golds and their many eggs her green gaze shifts, the guard studying each egg in a manner that seems almost too intense. "You haven't, most likely..." is drifted back to the candidate, a small nod soon following. "Heard your name last night... Harperesque, now candidate." Wakizian purses his lips, "Harperesque? Don't believe everything you hear. Smith. The candidate part is right." He tilts his head a little to the left as he eyes the sands and its precious cargo. "Funny. I've been here nine turns and never really thought twice about eggs or standing for them. And here I am." He shifts, turning his torso towards the guard. "Are the eggs what brought you to 'Reaches? Or something else? And I didn't catch your name to know if I've heard it before or not. You have me at a disadvantage." From the sands, Iesaryth is quiet and mellow, yes - head on the sands, resting for the moment. But the large sun-touched gold is still watching the galleries, calm blue gaze intense and heavy. She's interested. "I meant your manner, last night..." Alida smirks a little over her shoulder in riposte to Wakizian's words of him being a Smith, her eyes dancing for a moment into the candidate's before they return to the Sands. It's to Iesaryth's frame that the guard's eyes rivet, finally settling on her blue gaze as Alida quietly studies what might be found within that draconic gaze. "Blue means calm, right?" is inquired directly of the male behind her, the palest-blonde then murmuring, "Alida." "Oh." They like him 'cause he's pretty, not 'cause he's smart. Wakizian seems to take the correction in stride. "I see." Beat. "No, I don't see. What?" Confusion plays across the poor boy's face. His brows furrow and his lips just out in a pucker as he tries to make sense of it. It looks like this kind of thought might just be bringing on a headache. Thankfully there's something to distract him: a shiny dragon! A thankfully calm shiny dragon. "I think so. At least, she looks calm. And beautiful." He lowers his voice to whisper (loudly), "I'm not sure if she can hear us over here. I figure adding the obvious won't hurt her mood if she can." After all, no one wants to get booted out of the galleries. "Alida. Well met. You still haven't said what brought you to 'Reaches." Alida simply allows Waki's words to slip through her ears like a stream of consciousness, her gaze almost rapt upon the blue-eyed gold dragon's as they perhaps study one another. "Good..." is suddenly grunted out of the blue in return to the Smith's words of eye color, a small nod offered perhaps to his words of Iesaryth's beauty. If the youth is speaking too loudly, the dragons out there will most likely let him know. Grunt. "Business." Brought here to the Weyr, that is. Nothing like a taciturn person to limit conversational options. One of the wonderful things about teenage boys is that they get plenty of experience at being rebuffed. And many, like Wakizian, develop either resilience or protective obliviousness to keep their egos intact. She did answer the question, so he wasn't entirely rebuffed in any case, but the young man is not satisfied by that response. "Business." He repeats in a murmur and frowns. "What kind of business? Are you a trader? A Crafter? From a Hold?" It's at this point - when the pointed questions keep coming in a small barrage - that Alida finally removes her eyes from the gold on the Sands, and swivels her hips in order to shift that perhaps unnervingly direct and cool regard upon Wakizian once more. There's a hint of reproach, perhaps faintest irritation upon the blonde's lips before she responds a little tartly, "Private business. Does it matter?" Somehow, what was once a rather indeterminate persona upon the woman suddenly shifts into something much more tangible...more focused, intense, perhaps even a tiny hint dangerous. Wakizian's hands go up in defeat? defense? plea not to hurt him? One of those. Palms out and facing the woman, pulsing in the air, "Hey now, I was just trying to be friendly. Pretty woman, almost dies laughing because I time my entrance with her eating, a guy feels like he has an in to at least chat with her. Eeesh." And he slides a little farther away from the woman. "And I thought Weyrwoman Brieli was--" He starts to mutter and then seems to have the presence of mind to notice where he is and just whose golden body is occupying the sands, "--beautiful and approachable." He finishes the sentence, flashing a winning smile at the dragon on the sands. His eyes flick towards Alida. "I didn't mean to pry. I was just trying to find something to talk about. I'm not very interesting." Says Lady Smith. At the gesture of potential placation - AND the lack of any more inquiries - Alida simmers down, though she hardly seemed irked in the first place, really. As she rises smoothly to booted feet, the blonde inquires in almost mocking tones, "Was what?" Smirk. "That's good. I don't like nosey people." Waki's former words of her prettiness seem to go right through her head, not scoring a single reaction. Even as the guard steps away from her seat, moves adroitly into the aisle to step past the Smith, she murmurs, "Haven't you heard it around the Weyr, yet? I'm an a-social bitch." A flash of an unhumored grin over her shoulder presages a grunted, "G'deve" before the woman steps lightly up...and finally out of the galleries. Boys used to being rebuffed are sometimes a little over-sensitive or maybe they get a familiar impending sense of doom about to befall them. Whatever the reason for the reaction, Wakizian seems to be relieved by the return to good humor. Though it's entirely too short-lived as she's up and quipping her last comment to him and away. His eyes follow though the rest of him sits statue still until she's out of sight. Bewildered eyes turn towards the sands. "I-- I'm just going to go before I do or say something that ends with me getting a reaction like that from either of you." Seems to happen too often these days. He gestures politely to the golds to indicate they are the you in this case. Up he gets, scurrying more than sauntering out of the galleries, though sure to stay far enough behind to not be anywhere near Alida's heels! |
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