Logs:Strangers in the...Fog
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| RL Date: 23 June, 2015 |
| Who: Alida, C'ris |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Two riders looking for some quiet time have a brief, chance meeting in the fog. |
| Where: Sheltered Lakeside Ledge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 27, Month 1, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Cold, heavy fog. |
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| The dense blanket of fog doesn't seem to deter C'ris today as he takes his one restday and spends it away from the weyrlings; perhaps he is just avoiding that lecture, because he has certainly been willing enough to spend his off days with the weyrlings before. Instead, the solitude of the weather seems to draw to him, his boots discarded under one of the willows as he stands barefoot, toes squelched up in the mud and pants rolled away from it. He holds a fistful of stones, the sound of their skipping carrying through the fog even where it obscures him from a distance. Though she's lived all her life in Reaches territory, Alida isn't quite brave enough to bare her feet at this time of year, especially out in the elements. This early evening, the bluerider is moving quietly through the fog towards her goal - the ledge above - intent on spending some time in private, as well. Those water-skipping stones, and perhaps the occasional squelch of C'ris' toes in the mud gain the woman's modest attention as she seeks to ascertain exactly where they come from as she continues to slowly stroll along...her mist-wreathed, booted feet making their own squelching sounds now and then. Apparently she's not going to bother calling out. C'ris stops then stills at the sound of someone else in the mud, listening for a moment before he calls out hesitantly, "Heeello?" He will continue to squint, at least, in the direction of the sounds until Alida either appears or he determines that he might be hallucinating them. Siiiigh. She wants to be alone right now...but Alida is also set on at least showing a more 'favorable' aspect to others to get her ass out of Taiga. And so, the blonde in the fog only hesitates for a few moments instead of ignoring C'ris' call completely, noting in rather subdued fashion towards where that voice came from, "Yeah..." Some greeting. "Hello!" is much brighter now that C'ris knows he is not talking to himself, the sound of a smile there, but he doesn't press an invitation for the other bluerider to join him. Instead, it seems he quickly turns back to skipping his rocks across the ice of the lake. Well...at least the person attached to that male voice isn't already disgustingly talktative. Keeping her new mental imperative firmly in mind, the woman redirects her steps towards where she *thinks* the unknow of C'ris lies, while responding in her clipped, harder-accented alto, "Any problems?" It's a 'guard' thing, apparently, to inquire such of random passers-by. "No, no problems here," C'ris responds easily, and as Alida forms from the fog, he greets her with the flash of a smile in assurance to his words. "Just-- you know, getting away." The first things on her that 'precipitate' from that fog are the brown duster-type coat Alida wears, along with brown boots and gloves, and the grey scarf around her throat. The woman's skin is very fair, her hair even more so as to blend in with the miasma quite well, though those intense, clear green eyes stand out some as well as they finally affix to C'ris and observe him directly. "Well...I won't bother ya further, then..." Her mile-a minute voice is a little jarring, perhaps, in the general quiet that surrounds them, but she won't subject either of them to it any further...the neutrally-featured blonde only nodding, then starting to pivot about in the squishy mud. C'ris' expression reflects some small amount of concern for the woman as he glances over her in turn, but he only offers lightly, "You're not bothering. At least, not yet." He even holds up his palm of rocks in an offer. Concern? Alida's not used to that from most others. It's that very expression that brings her up short as she starts to move again, and luridly green eyes move to browns once more before taking note of the small rocks offered out to her. For some moments, the gears turn inside the woman's head, until she simply shrugs, slogs over through the mud, and slowly extends a hand to accept those pebbles. To her erstwhile companion is muttered, "Yer not botherin' *me*, either." Beat. "Yet." Is that a faint smirk touching her lips? "I, uh, try not to bother anyone," replies C'ris to that with a warm smile lingering on his own lips, dropping pebbles easily into Alida's hand with a brush of ungloved fingers. "Doesn't always work, I have to admit. But if I do, you can just, you know, tell me." The concern fades as she joins him, but it doesn't exactly go away as he watches her from the side of his eyes. "Good talent ta nurture..." Alida notes in glib fashion as she looks down at those pebbles, and then plucks one up with her opposite hand. "Oh, be certain I will..." she continues to note around that half-smirk, lifting her gaze to C'ris once again before shifting it out to the fogged-in lake...and suddenly whipping the stone out in a dizzily-fast side-arm fashion. A single skip is earned before the thing disappears. C'ris falls silent to watch her stone as it disappears, not pressing the conversation with the other bluerider. Instead, he falls into companionable silence as he picks at one of the stones he has left of his own, throwing it after hers. Alida is more-than-relaxed with silence, and she allows it to reign as both of them continue to skip their stones, the woman seen to study C'ris' technique if he consistently gains more than one skip from his own tossed bits. Give her a few equitably-spent, quiet minutes, and the blonde murmurs, "Yer the wanna-be assistant weyrlingmaster." Not a question. "I think some of the weyrlings have gotten into the habit of calling me the slave labor," agrees C'ris to that easily, a hint of laughter in his words. There's a small bob of her plaited head to C'ris insistence of his 'slave' status, a faint - if honest - bit of a grin on Alida's mouth, for the moment. Toss. "Enjoyin' it, so far?" Her own words are a mix of deliberate and casual, as is the woman's demeanor. "I do. It seems-- rewarding, to work with the weyrlings. I just want them to have a good future in the Weyr, to be happy--." Apparently even C'ris finds his positive attitude too much at that, cutting himself off only to lift a hand to scrub at his fluffy dark hair. Yes, he's a little over-happy for someone of Alida's more 'dour' persuasion, and the blonde smirks again when C'ris cuts himself off. "How're the kids doin?" is inquired thoughtfully as she picks out another likely pebble in her palm. "Not happy," is C'ris' opinion to that, a soft brush of concern in those two simple words, too. "How so?" is inquired with more attention, green eyes noting C'ris' reactions from their sides and Alida skips another stone. Only one 'bounce.' Drat. C'ris doesn't answer that immediately, tossing another stone thoughtfully as he watches it disappear. When he does, it's only a simple, "I don't know. They just-- do not seem happy." Mmm. That's the faint sound that emerges from Alida's lungs as she listens to C'ris, her small nod acknowledging him and his opinion...and this apparent fact about the weyrlings. "General kid issues, ya think... 'r somethin' deeper?" Quietly, "Impression, raising a dragon ain't easy..." "I don't know. I can't-- you know, speak for them. I wouldn't want to, either. If they trusted me enough to tell me things, I wouldn't want to... Well," C'ris answers softly, ending lamely on that single word as he rolls his shoulder upwards in a shrug. One of her gloved hands raises some in silent indication to halt his words, Alida shaking her pale head a little, a ghost of a quiet smile touching her mouth for a moment. "Understand. No need ta explain." Skip-plunk. "Trust's *earned*, not automatically given." Sigh. "Best ta keep it between you an' them, only." C'ris only hums a sound, shaking his head. "No, I think-- making someone prove themselves and earn your trust is like saying the world is full of people who aren't worthy unless you think so. I think it's better to let someone have your trust automatically and only lose it." Those are only thoughtful words, rather than disagreement, "I trust our leadership, in Quinlys. In my wingmates and wingleader." Well then, she gets more information about C'ris and his motives from his response to her own statement than many others might offer...and Alida simply continues to observe the other bluerider between pebble-tosses. "I hope yer trust's rewarded...and justified." It doesn't seem as if C'ris is trying to hide his motives; he is an open book, so to speak. "Shouldn't need a reward for trust," he offers with a quick smile. "It is just-- part of life. You have to trust people, eventually." "Shouldn't *have* to be... ideally," Alida notes quietly, her face as blank as a slate, eyes on the distant, unseeable lake shore. As for trusting, eventually, there's a faint wrinkle of nose, a slight twist of lips, but a low and vaguely uneasy, "True." The last pebble in her palm is plucked up, sighted, then hurled with a little less speed and a bit more concentration than all the previous ones. Skip-SKIP-plunk! Got it! The woman looks a little bemused and irritated at her success by turns. Quietly noted as she dusts her gloved hands off on coat-clad thighs, "I'll leave ya to it, then." A head bob down at the man's feet is given before she looks back up into brown eyes. "Cold kills." Smirk. "I'll get warm soon," C'ris promises lightly at that, another smile touching his lips. "See you around." "Lucky *you*..." Alida smirks back to C'ris before she pivots away, and re-starts her softly-squelching walk towards the steps that lead to the cliff above. |
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