Logs:Reporting a Win
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| RL Date: 29 April, 2015 |
| Who: K'zin, Telavi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: After Rasavyth catches Zezkaith, K'zin checks in with his girlfriend. |
| Where: Artful Artifice Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 3, Month 9, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Euphemia/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Way back-dated. Squishy feelz. |
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>---< Artful Artifice Weyr, High Reaches Weyr(#1946R) >----------------------<
The exterior curtain shields the pair of dragon wallows from the elements,
but it's really after the interior curtain set just behind them that
things become more human-friendly. The entryway narrows to what would
still be wide by people standards, but narrow enough to disabuse any
dragon of the notion of trying to fit inside, then the cavern bubbles open
into a fairly massive main cavern. Almost opposite the entrance is a pair
of doors nearly side-by-side leading to back rooms, but in between there's
space.
Spacious might be an understatement here. To the right of the entrance the
curved wall provides space for a very large table whose matching chairs
can seat up to twelve. It's reminiscent of the council chambers, really.
On the wide, wide wall behind the table a detailed mural has been painted
with great attention to detail. The Red Star looms above, Thread laces
silvery grey through a blue sky and as duty dictates, dragonriders rise to
meet the menace, flame licking from the mouths of every color (save gold,
though they're there, low in the sky in their traditional place) in the
neat and readily identified patterns familiar to all fighting wings.
A map of High Reaches sweep and the Weyr's badge get a close-up on a mural
to the immediate left of the entrance. A broad hearth interrupts and
separates the second half of the expansive curved wall from the first, and
the latter shows the greatest display of artistry in a mural of a hazy
night sky dotted with stars. Closer inspection might lead one to find that
the stars might be used as hand-holds if one were inclined to climb. After her shift but before his make-up one, K'zin is tending the hearth in the bedroom, assuming Solith offered warning, there's a cup of Tela's favorite tea to go along with K'zin's klah. He's fresh and clean and has a quick kiss and lingering hug for his girlfriend should she want them. Then it's not the special tea, even if it does have a home in her stash; she makes sure the drinks are settled, if barely, before all but tossing herself into his arms-- unless he looks terribly weak and worn out from such frenetic activities on top of everything else. "Tell me you got sleep. Did you get sleep?" He looks tired, for certain, but not weak. He certainly has the strength to hug her tightly to him. "I got a little sleep, after. Ras woke me when he thought it would be safe to come home." K'zin's manner is pretty casual; it's just possible they've actually moved into the adult realm of flights not mattering as much. "Lucky." That could apply on more than one level, but Tela doesn't weigh it with much more than sleep, less than the lean of her head on his shoulder. "Safe is good..." Not that she plays it safe with Savannah, but that's different. Perhaps seeking an adult tone herself, her inquiry even so is a touch tentative; "How was it?" And that difference (the one that's lost on K'zin) is the reason they don't really talk much in the way of specifics about Savannah. They do, sometimes, talk the specifies of these sorts of things so, he answers without much reservation, "It was good. She was nice. Zezkaith's rider. Younger than I am, I think. Determined never to belong to anyone." The smile he turns on Telavi is fond at that. The one that made him a convert. The one that so greatly influenced Telavi when she might have held out. "That's good," she says, after a small lift of her shoulders for the name she doesn't recognize; then she exhales and leans against him once more. "That's good." Once more. "I'm glad I get to come home to you," is soft and genuine. K'zin tilts his head to kiss her head, his arms tightening around her for a squeeze. "Even if it means coming home to seventeen starving mouths to feed." The last holds rueful humor. Perhaps these seventeen will yet be proof why K'zin and Tela should never have children. Her eyes are warm for that, lightening with his tightening and her giggle at his quip; but then, Tela must want to. It's easier to be happy, easier to hug him tight right before she slips free. But when she leaves, it's to bring the klah and tea back; to, like him, return. |
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