Logs:Worlds Rocked
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| RL Date: 3 July, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, N'rek, Tacuseth, Akluseth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Telgar Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jo's proposition comes to fruition in the form of one Telgari Brownrider. |
| Where: Mad Smithcrafter's Den Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: 1D 3M 38T I10, winter night |
| Mentions: Alida/Mentions, Jo/Mentions, E'nest/Mentions |
| Storyteller: Jo/ST |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to correct! ADD ICONS! |
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>---< Mad Smithcrafter's Den Weyr, High Reaches Weyr(#2003R) >---------------< There's ample room in both the couch area and the rider's living area for visitors to stretch out, though there's little separation between the two. Around the walls, working areas have been carved to make several spacious stone counter-tops with shelves and tool hooks hung above. One of these counters actually contains a utilitarian sink, a neat square with a pump attached to it and copper tubing disappearing up into the ceiling and out along the base of the wall to the ledge outside. Should one follow the tubing out, a small metal cistern tucked into a niche above the weyr's entrance would be found, its purpose to gather rain water to supply the sink. The bottom pipe discreetly pokes out over the back edge of the ledge for drainage onto the Bowl wall. The bed in this weyr hangs from the ceiling by a set of chains bolted securely into the rock and can be lowered to the floor for sleeping, or raised up out of the way for entertaining. Likewise, almost all of the furniture, table, chairs, desk can be pulled out of a wall for use or folded up into a niche or nook to make room. The hearth is a large affair with an actual oven carved into one of its walls and a metal grill that can be pulled out over the flame for cooking. This weyr was probably home to some mad former smithcraft apprentice who had too much time on his/her hands during an Interval. An arrangement like this would only take a little time. Since the talk in the records room, by the next day the treebark hue of brown Largath had reached out to Edyis's Akluseth and the meeting in her weyr would have been set. As far as Jo was concerned, her involvement in this was done once contact was made. So this evening, the unfamiliar Telgari brown winks into Reachian skies and lands nimbly on Akluseth's ledge with a quiet greeting being sent his way for entrance. The man that drops down from the brown's back is tall and slightly built, his pale tattooed skin seen underneath his riding jacket and his short black hair is cut almost close to his scalp. N'rek pauses on the threshold, not taking a step further but waiting in a position where Edyis could see him in length. By the time Largath's mind touched Akluseth's, Edyis was already deeply regretting her decision. By the time the pair winds up on her ledge, she's almost changed her mind at least six times. « I'm not telling them to go away after they've already flown this far. » Akluseth rumbles as the metal door slides open revealing the warmly lit interior of the weyr. « Look if he hurts you I'll just squish him. Problem solved. » The last broadcast loud enough for the newcomers. as the brown finds a spot outside on the ledge. From inside the weyr, a face peeks around that door, the rest of the girl hidden from view, her dark curls are left down at the moment. "Um... Hi. I ... wasn't expecting you to ah... be, er on time." He gets a curious scrutiny, but she doesn't really budge from behind the door. It's probably clear that the foreign brown finds something amusing with this whole situation - even the threats he can well hear from Akluseth. While his mind remains silent, N'rek watches Ed's head emerge from around the corner with only the barest lift of a brow. He doesn't look anxious at all - rather, casually curious of the other. He shifts as if to try and see more of her before he even speaks. "Jo made it sound like she'd cut my balls off if I wasn't," is his greeting, taking a single step forward as he grey-blue-eyed gaze now tries to take in her weyr interior. He gestures there as he says, politely, "Can I?" in reference to him coming in. Edyis winces a little when she hears Jo's threat. "Seems like that might be counter productive?" Cheeks flushed slightly even with the attempt at levity. "Um. Only if you promise not to laugh, See I was about to tell Akluseth to send you home." Should he choose to come in, the reason for the hiding is apparent. Edyis is in a pair of sky blue flannel sleep pants, complete with tiny puffy painted sheep and her tunic, as though caught half way through changing. "Not exactly -" She trails off with a wave of her fingers, "appropriate to the situation?" With a bare smile at the wince and question, "For her, that's foreplay," N'rek counters with a slight shrug. Her admittance doesn't make the Telgari laugh, but his eyes do sharpen on her for a moment before, slowly, he lets himself into her weyr with hands going into his pant pockets. He wordlessly take in her clothes and flush of her cheeks, his study slow and perhaps unnerving before he finally breaks his silence as he takes in the rest of her weyr. "Why send me home?" he chooses to ask about instead. Her ink dark eyes go a little wide at Jo's idea of foreplay. And at the question she's padding over to a cabinet tucked discreetly in one corner of the room. "Why agree to bed someone you don't know, who has absolutely no experience at all?" She counters distantly, pulling out a particular bottle and a pair of glasses. "About the closest I've ever been to anything like this was a gold flight, and I bit the guy hard enough for both of us to stop before getting carried away." Guiltily admitted as her fingers trace the shapes of the bottles until she finds the one she's looking for, setting it on the counter and closing the cabinet. "So I thought I should wallow in my denial of the fact that this is something I'm going to have to get used to." She gives her answer, splashing the whiskey into the glass and taking a slow sip. "Why not?" is N'rek's counter as he slowly checks out her digs with idle curiosity before he turns to face her. Hearing that she had bit a man's tongue, "Pretty kinky of you, huh?" he comments to that, watching her with the drinks. "Did it on purpose? Are you going to bite mine, too?" By the slow smile, perhaps there's something in his voice that suggests that should she do so, she might find an opposite effect from the last guy. On that last, he finally approaches her and the table as he responds back, "I always wondered why some women make things so complicated for themselves." He reaches for his own laid out glass before he says, "Edyis, right?" "His shoulder actually." But something in the suggestiveness of the man's tone makes her a little edgier. The whiskey is of an older vintage, and good stuff at that, and quite a bit above what one might expect a weyrling to have, the label marking it as around 75 turns or so old. "Complicated?" She murmurs with an appreciative noise for the liquid. Thank you, Alida! "What's complicated about not wanting to be someone's toy? Or preferring not to surrender yourself to another person? Or not wanting to open your thighs for just anyone who traipses along and happens to have the necessary equipment?" Despite her prickly demeanor, the ink exposed to sight does draw her eye. As she steps away, to collect and return her flight gear to the proper hooks. All in all her weyr is a Bastion of order, stacks of sketches, unfinished straps hanging from hooks, even the empty liquor bottles overhead have been recently filled with fresh glows. Strangely, there's no bed in sight. "Lucky man," N'rek deliberately says on that first. Perhaps it's now his aim to rile the girl. He takes a drink as he watches her, and when he gets a taste, there's an appreciative rumble of a sound from him. "What's a little weyrling like you doing with something aged like this?" he asks idly, draining the glass. "First, you're not my toy," he now starts in on the rest she says, setting the empty glass down. "Second, I wouldn't look at it as surrendering. You can be on top if you want," and there's a little suggestive smile at that, there and gone. "We both know what this is. We both know why I'm here. If anything, the only one being used here is me." He moves closer to her, his black shirt riding up a bit from his pants to expose some of his inked pale skin as he moves. Edyis can't help but snort a little. "He didn't think so at the time." But something of a sad smile works over her lips at the end. "I have friends with good taste. As I promised Jo I wouldn't be blind stinking drunk, I figured tonight was as good a night as any to sample my turnday gift." She smirks studying the remaining liquid from the glass though it takes on a sour note at his last. "Yes, I know what this is." She answers cooly in reply. "Well, if you feel you are being mistreated," She murmurs, but again the ink draws her attention. "The door is that way." Knocking back the rest of the glass, focused intently on him. "Would've been different if I was there," N'rek states, but he's quick to answer her next with, "Happy turnday." Her cool tone doesn't seem to register with him, not now that his gaze is set on looking over her body as he approaches her. When his steps stop - perhaps deliberately on her comment on where the door is - he's definitely in her personal space now. He watches her knock back another drink, his intense focus there right along with hers. Perhaps those comments don't seem to warrant a response from him, for he asks, "Where do we do this?" "Where does anyone do these things? In the dark and hopefully in private." Something darkly humored in the jest, as she moves to lean with her back against the counter. The glass refilled and feeling bolder than she had any right to, she leans close enough that he might catch a breath of the fragrant oil used in her hair before reclaiming her own space. "You are the expert remember N'rek? I suppose there's the floor, the counter, or That." Finger pointing upward at the sizable bed held aloft by sturdy chains and the mechanism that lowers it. Of course, this is about the end of false bravado and Edyis finds herself stealing a sip of courage from the glass rather than meeting the man's gaze.
"Your wrong." She murmurs in reply to his observation, moving to work the pulley that lowers the bed. Once it's level, she frowns at it. "You aren't the one I'm trying to convince." Finishing off her glass and setting it on the counter. N'rek stays where he is, saying nothing to her answer. He pours himself another glass as she moves away, taking the whiskey down from his glass before setting it aside and turning towards the bed. With his hands free, he slips his riding jacket down from his broad shoulders and off, draping it over a chair. His black shirt is next to go, revealing a strong, inked torso marred by a long visible scar over one shoulder. The shirt falls where his jacket is, and then he works on removing his boots. It's almost systematic, the way he works, his gaze never leaving her face while he does so. Then, as an afterthought, "How do you know Jo?" he asks now. Heat in her cheeks, she watches him dark eyes studying him from the place where she's braced herself. "You are a fucking work of art." She blurts despite herself, though likely it's the ink that has most (probably all) of her attention. Edyis makes a small sound in the back of her throat at the question. "Close mutual friend," She murmurs, tugging away the sleep pants. Those puffy little sheep weren't a good defense mechanism after all. Though the tunic remains and keeps, everything covered. Refilling her glass and sticking the bottle back into the cupboard. "You?" Edyis manages around the rim of the glass. N'rek knows he's being watched. Those boots get tossed to the side, over near where his clothes are. Then, he works on his pants. The slow smile is given for her compliment, along with, "She told me you'd be into it. Hear you have some yourself." Light eyes fall on her fingers as she tug away on her sleep pants, her answer on Jo getting an openly amused, "Close, huh?" The pants drop. There's no underwear. "Yeah, close mutual friend," he decides to borrow that to explain his own connection to Jo. "Right shade of crazy." He stands there, letting her take the whole of him in before he moves toward the bed. "The wannabe Harper in me I guess." She admits with a grin, "I love stories, be they scars or pictures. Of course, my father would roll in his grave probably to know his little girl got herself inked." And really things were going well until the pants. Or rather Lack there of. And she's out, pushing past the door onto the ledge with her with a high pitched squeak. "Then you must be entertained by hers," N'rek states with a slight roll of his shoulders. He seems to say more, really, but then she's out on the ledge and he's....staring at the space she had only moments ago occupied before turning around after her. "Edyis?" He's not exactly going outside himself, but he stops at the threshold, arms folding across his chest. Seeming to be waiting for her. To Tacuseth, Akluseth projects « How do you encourage yours to go inside when she goes somewhere half naked? » Tacuseth is easily reached, of course. The ooze of shadows fill the weyrling's mind in response, the taste of amusement there as he sends, « Mine says she could get sick, » after a pause, as if it's raining outside. « Why is she outside? » (To Akluseth from Tacuseth) This turn of events does not amuse Akluseth, but he isn't exactly sure what to do about them. So for the moment he spreads rippled wings around the entrance as though to block the escape. « I still don't get what's so scary about a naked dude. Go back inside before you freeze. » Edyis for her part paces sharply muttering to herself. "I can't do this." To Tacuseth, Akluseth projects « Tunnelsnake got into the weyr. I'll deal with it though. » For N'rek's part, he's still naked. He's even taking to leaning himself casually against the wall entrance, arms folded and watching the proceedings between dragon and rider. He doesn't appear to be annoyed or irritated, perhaps expecting the reaction since he's now breaking his silence with a blithe, "Do you want me to leave? If this is not what you want..." Tacuseth seems to accept that explanation, the blue being easy to send back, « Yours must be careful with tunnelsnakes. Something sharp should do it. » Likely an effective solution from his erstwhile rider. (To Akluseth from Tacuseth) That N'rek is standing there; Naked probably doesn't help given that her cheeks flush again, and she instantly looks away. "Sorry, I ah." Unfortunately, as anyone how has ever tried really hard not to think about something can attest to, she can't stop herself from looking. Fortunately Akluseth uses his bulk to herd her back in. « Just think of it like exposure therapy. » Using a claw to shut the door behind her and with a thud props himself against the entrance. « Deal with it. » Which leaves her in uncomfortably close quarters. "I have no idea what I'm doing." She admits. It's possible the brownrider is there in all his naked glory on purpose, but he seems willing to be watching her figure it out with her dragon. It's only once the weyrling dragon shuts her close to him from the entrance, her admittance draws a low, "Most first-timers don't. Leave that to me, hey?" The words are meant to comfort, at least, and N'rek will step back inside towards the bed - a hand out-stretched for her to take - allowing her for this one moment to take the lead. It takes a deep breath, and that remaining sliver of borrowed courage, but her hand slips into his with a nervous swallow. Leading him back quietly to her bed and the matter that remains to be resolved. Shy, but not unwilling. Inexperienced, but possessed by a natural curiosity, that is easily coaxed into the appropriate actions with a little encouragement and patience. N'rek is wordless as he lets her lead him, letting her set the pace and explore him at will. It's clear from the onset that he's quite the experienced lover, and much of his roughness that perhaps could be felt in the strength of his arms and in calloused hands that touch her is being held back for her. He pairs her shyness with encouragement, using moves to amp her curiosity. One thing for sure, he's gentle but thorough, and when he's done - his pale skin flushed and a little damp along with heavy breath, he offers her his body to tuck in close should she wish to. Breathless herself, and frankly relieved to have the event over with, she curls up next to him, resting her head against his shoulder if he allows, listening to the beating sound in his chest, studying the artwork there. "These must have taken hours." She murmurs looking for something else to focus on, something beyond the thought of what they had just done. His own fingers taking to tracing through the strands of her hair, "Did it in parts," N'rek explains, his tone low and lazy and quite satisfied as he keeps her against his shoulder. "A month here, a month there. It was a little ambitious," he admits with a grin going her way. "How long did yours take?" he asks now. Edyis laughs, "I don't even remember I was so damned drunk, though Jo or Alida might, Alida got Ilicaeth tattooed over her back." She giggles at this now, affectionately. "Truth be known, I'm amazed the artist didn't throw me out on the spot, I was so drunk. I do remember the sketches on his workstation though; the guy was a real artist. I'd love to go back when we graduate, but I'm not sure what I'd get this time." Laughing, "Do you always drink before you do something?" N'rek seems to tease, referring to the whiskey. "You should get another one," he adds then, his free hand moving to flutter fingers over her belly as he says, "Somewhere around here. Or your side, just underneath your arm." The flutter might be a tickle, but it stops all too soon before he quietly asks, "How're you holding up?" Edyis props herself up on an elbow to look him in the face to answer with mock seriousness, "Someone went to the trouble of teaching me to hold my liquor. It would be a shame if I didn't put the skill to use. Though if there ever is a next time, hopefully, I won't have to resort to whiskey." Before the flutter has her laughing, only to fade at the question. "A little bit embarrassed, quite a bit sore, and somewhat confused. What about you? No permanent damage I hope?" "You're cute when you're trying to be haughty," N'rek notes, and there's playful little tug on her hair. "True, holding one's liquor is important. How did you get the whiskey?" When she answers his question, though, the brownrider caresses her belly as he says, "Got nothing to be embarrassed about, Edyis, and I'll managed to be okay. You didn't break me," he teases with a small dimple in his smile, but it fades a little at, "Why confused?" "That one, really was a turnday gift." She laughs, "And I'm certain she'd probably approve of it's role in this evening." Her brows pull together a bit faintly, as she looks for the words. "Just feels like I'm someone else laying here at the moment." She frowns, "No that's not quite right, it's still me but, not at the same time." She puffs a breath at a stray curl before nestling against him again. "Not bad, just, like there's more possibilities in the world than there were before." Edyis says, "That sounds ridiculous doesn't it." "You should thank them for it," N'rek states amiably on the gift. "That's a good vintage. Not that I'm a master vintner or anything. Just, seems like something fancy Holders would drink. You know?" Probably the most words he's said so far. When Edyis explains the latter, he doesn't interrupt her. It's only at the question that he shakes his head once and lifts a hand to move a strand of her hair from her face as he says, "It's not. For many, something like this changes things for them. Makes you think about things a little differently. First time can be uncomfortable, but, it gets better." Tugging that strand, "Maybe try not to leave to just flights, hey?" he seems to tease her. Edyis grins, "I really need to." Of the vintage, and of flights and the rest she chuckles. "Considering how much time I spent worked up over the idea, being afraid of it, over a lot of things really... to discover it's not at all what I thought?" She laughs, "Please tell me that is not your go sleep with your cluchmates speech it was weird enough hearing it from our instructors." "Is this your way of telling me that I rocked your world, literally?" N'rek takes his compliments where he can get it, apparently, with his dimpled smile. "And no, not my clutchmate speech. More like, now that you know there's nothing to freak out about, you should explore it. With them if you wanted. With others. With me." Given casually, the Telgari rider notes it before he adds, "I even thought Jo had you, since you said you were close. But really, nothing to be afraid of, flights and all. It never bothers me if Largath wins a chase or loses." "At the very least I've discovered that the hanging bed does have it's uses," Edyis answers smugly. That smug smile gets a little wider, "Uh huh, is that why she put you up to this?" biting lightly at his shoulder, as though to retaliate, though it's all playful. "You could say holding out against Jo has become a serious sport, and a matter of personal pride," she shrugs, "Who knows how long that will last. But if you seriously would like to do this again sometime, I certainly wouldn't object." She sighs, "And I will selfishly admit that it means fewer cold showers in my future." That first gets his laughter, N'rek looking around the place as he says, "You Reachians really do know how to set up a weyr." After a beat, his grey-blue gaze returning to hers, "I am an innocent in her games," is all he says on Jo, his muscle flinching at her bite as he, in retaliation, tries to tickle her belly again. It's maybe accidental that his knuckles manage to brush the underside of her breast, too. "You enjoy teasing her so," he observes her words with amusement. "I'd warn you against that, but it's likely too late. We should," he adds, on them doing this again. "I want to. Plus, far be it for me to leave a poor damsel a slave to cold showers." If he could, he'll try to draw her into a kiss as he says, "If you're up for it, we could do another round before you banish me from your weyr." Edyis laughs, "Ah well, as long as I know I'm doomed in advance." As for a second round, she is drawn easily into the kiss and what naturally follows, and if she just so happens to walk a little funny at line check in the morning with a big stupid grin... well maybe no one will notice? |
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Alida (01:43, 5 July 2015 (MDT)) said...
- steeples her sensei fingers* Eeeexcellent! Alida's gift served the best purpose she could hope for. Jo's 'gift' wasn't bad, either. ;D
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