Logs:Bossiness and Hugs
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| RL Date: 13 July, 2015 |
| Who: Dee, G'vri, Taeliyth, Tovriath |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Dee and G'vri run into each other in the baths. Their dragons become better acquainted and Dee gets a sorely needed hug and gets to keep her secrets. |
| Where: Hot Springs, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 3, Month 4, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Gavrik/Mentions, Lilah/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated. |
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>---< Hot Springs, Fort Weyr >-----------------------------------------------<
The Hot Springs are contained within a high domed cavern, the walls
perpetually glistening with a combination of condensation and mica. Steam
drifts through the cavern from the surface of four different-sized pools.
The largest takes up most of the cavern, big enough to hold three
full-grown dragons and is easily reached through the archway from the
Bowl. Three smaller pools, more suited for human use, are clustered near
the entrance leading toward the Inner Cavern. A set of shelves and benches
line the wall nearest the Inner Cavern, fully stocked with pots of
soapsand and towels for those without the foresight -- or means -- to
bring their own.
While the dragon pool is a natural creation, the human pools are the
result of Ancient ingenuity and have been constructed with hewn steps and
seating. The water in all of the pools is warm to hot, and are a perfect
place to bathe young weyrling dragons or for residents to relax after a
long day of work. Taeliyth isn't yet so large that she requires use of the dragon pool, but that's where the young pair can be found this late afternoon. It's an awkward process. The gold doesn't wish any more help than is strictly necessary, so there's a lot of Dee standing back and watching, a lot of negotiating only part of which is silent and then when the girl finally does touch her lifemate, the tension could be cut with a knife. They're not even half through; if they keep this up to adulthood, it'll take the full seven just to sort exactly how much touching Dee needs to do in order to make sure the dragon's maw is free of gristle. Someone should save them from themselves. Tovriath precedes his rider, sliding into the pool without asking the young queen if she minds his company. Why wouldn't she? He's not silent, though, and his focus is immediately on the weyrling pair. « Did you choose the wrong one? » he wonders with all the implications a question like that is accompanied by. « No, » is automatic and defensive; a denial that may not strictly be the truth of Taeliyth's feelings. She turns her head to regard Tovriath with some measure of annoyance. « Did you? » seems to the baby to be an appropriate question to throw back. « No, » returns the bronze with calm self-assurance, and maybe just a hint of amusement. That's about when G'vri comes in from the direction of the inner caverns and Tovriath lifts his head to look first at his rider, then at hers. « We've known yours for a long time. Be good to her. » There's no 'or else' because Tovriath isn't so brazen as to threaten a weyrling queen. Or any queen, probably. "Hey, Dee!" is much more cheerful coming from the young man. Taeliyth isn't pleased by these instructions. « You're awfully bossy, » she observes with a snort, even though it's decidedly not unreasonable for him to say so. "G'vri," is a relieved greeting from the girl. « Have you always been so bossy? » is an important question leveled at the bronze as she lifts her neck so Dee can carefully scrub down its length. "How are you?" is a good question to distract the brunette from her task, and a "sir," is added quickly but almost as an afterthought, just before an awkward soapy salute that leaves a trail of suds across her forehead is delivered. The bronze considers the gold for a time. « I know more than you, » he answers her without really answering her. His justification for being bossy, perhaps. "I'm okay," G'vri returns reflexively, no thought given into putting any feelings he might actually have into words. "You? Tovriath seems to think you and she could be doing better." Easier to blame these things on dragons and not his own observations. « Do you? » Taeliyth is dubious as she looks at the much larger bronze. It's as much challenge as doubt, an invitation to prove it. "Not okay," she answers in the same reflexive way, looking surprised by her own words. "I mean," Dee tries to course correct, but that's a hard blurt to come back from. She looks at Taeliyth and then to G'vri. "We could," comes with a wince. Taeliyth makes an annoyed sound, but then turns her attention back to Tovriath as if he's serving as distraction for her to better tolerate the physical interaction required to be bathed properly. Again Tovriath doesn't answer the question and instead asks her, « Why don't you like her to touch you? » That's sure to keep her mind off of being touched. G'vri has a smile for Dee where his dragon seems to have less sympathy for her lifemate. "It's normal, you know. Nothing to worry about." Not yet, anyway, but he won't say that out loud. « Why do you always want to know things? » The pot inquires of the kettle, sighing as one much put upon to always be asked questions and expected to answer. Life is so hard. Taeliyth shifts again. « It's not the right time for that. » If not bath time, then when? Dee doesn't argue, if she's even aware of the gold's explanation. "There's so much I wish I could undo, Gav." The girl confesses it quietly, shaking her head, looking to her dragon. Is she one of those things? From the too cool seeming of their relationship, it wouldn't be unreasonable to think so, but Taeliyth doesn't prickle so perhaps not. « The same reason you do, probably. » Knowing things is great. Tovriath looks more directly at Dee when he says, « Sometimes you do things you don't like to make them feel better. » That's it. The bronze won't offer further unsolicited advice on the matter. G'vri tries not to frown at Dee with limited success. "No matter how much you wish you could undo anything, Doll, you can't." There's a note of sympathy in his voice. "All you can do is move forward. But there are people everywhere to help you do that." The bronzerider glances at the young gold, no doubt assuming she's the main issue. "Can I just--" Dee looks indecisive even as she's asking, "--have a hug?" She finishes lamely. "I know you're an assistant and I'm a weyrling and I'm supposed to be keeping my emotions all in check so I don't upset her," which Dee regularly does, it seems, "but I feel like I can't touch anyone," she doesn't look at the gold, "and I just need a hug." Taeliyth's dubiousness is obvious in her silence. « What do you do that you don't like to make him feel better? » is her pointed question after a moment, as if she doubts he really does do these supposed things. His blue eyes come back to Dee as though that hadn't exactly been what he'd expected from her. But his answer is, "Of course." G'vri doesn't even hesitate as though it might somehow be something he shouldn't be doing, either. So it must be okay! He offers her an open arm, closing it comfortingly around her as soon as she's there. "You can have all the hugs you want. It's okay to have emotions, too." Just in case she needs that reassurance. Meanwhile, Tovriath seems annoyed by the pointedness of Taeliyth's question more than the question itself. « I talk to you and your clutchmates. » « Charmer, » Taeliyth tosses back as though she were genuinely complimented by the subject of his sacrifice. « You don't have to play coy with me. You'd talk to me anyway. Even if he weren't wanting you to. » Her confidence edges well into smugness. Dee's shoulders relax just a little once she's in the hug, her head leaning against the larger man's shoulder, heedless of her wet clothes and how they dampen him in the process. "I fucked up, Gav. Big time." Taeliyth chooses that moment to flick her tail and conveniently send a spray of water toward the pair of riders. Just a baby playing baby games, right? Right? There's amusement in the bronze's mindtouch. « And why would I do that? » He's so very curious. G'vri doesn't seem to mind getting wet even a little bit. He probably came here for that purpose, but he might not have minded anyway. He's an easy going guy. Especially where possibly upset women are concerned. "That seems a little extreme, don't you think?" It's not just trying to be rational. There's a genuine question in there for her. « Because G'vri knows Dee, » it's said loftily and followed by the more relevant: « And because one day I'll be a grown up gold and take to the skies-- » she affects a nearly dreamy tone, « And we all know what happens then. I've paid attention in anatomy class, » this last is cheeky and wholly inexperienced. Dee flinches as the water hits her, but that doesn't seem to stop her from forlornly answering, "No. I was just trying to do the right thing and-- it wasn't and it didn't even work." « He knows many riders who have lifemates I don't talk to, » counters Tovriath. But he can't really deny the rest. « That's a long way off yet. And perhaps I'd rather fly with Eliyaveith. » G'vri's head leans back to look at Dee, brows furrowed. "What are you talking about, Dee?" He doesn't leave long for an answer before he's adding, "Everything will be okay. Promise." « But none of those riders have me for a lifemate, » Taeliyth takes a moment to sparkle at him, mentally. « Besides, I'm delightful. Why wouldn't you want to talk to me? » She might just be baiting him at this point. « Perhaps I'd rather you fly with Eliyaveith too, but I'm not sure with us it's ever really a matter of choice. I won't know for a long time yet, » she pulls the very idea he pointed to and puts it to use in her own way. Dee sighs, reluctantly leaning back, intending to step out of the hug. "I can't tell you now. Not before everything happens." She shakes her head, looking resigned. "But if you still want to hear my side later, just-- I'll tell you. Just ask." It's an awkward thing to say and can't be reassuring. The fact that she's only meaning to turn back to keep bathing Taeliyth instead of leaving as one probably ought to do after saying something like that can only make things more awkward, really. G'vri releases Dee when she starts to move away, but he's looking at her like he's well and truly confused, and not entirely sure what he ought to do about it. For a moment it seems like he might press for more information, but a glance at Taeliyth has him hesitating. "Okay," is what he decides on, watching after the weyrling for a handful of moments before he, kind of awkwardly, tries to figure out whether he wants to stay nearby or wander off to some other part of the pools. « It seems as though it could be a choice at times. And I'll chase you when the time comes. But, until then, I suppose you'll have to keep being delightful. » « As if I could stop! » Perish the thought! Taeliyth's answer to Tovriath is excessively effusive. It's only once her back is turned to him that Dee murmurs, "Rik wasn't involved." Perhaps she feels she has to offer this reassurance, older sibling to older sibling. It's not a word so much as a general sense of amused dubiousness from Tovriath. He's not entirely convinced. But whatever is going on between their riders is drawing more of his attention now and he looks toward them. "Dee," is all that G'vri says to the girl. There's a firmness in it, almost an edge of warning. If she doesn't want him to insist on more, she'd better stop. She looks, hazel eyes settling on the bronzerider's face for a moment before she's looking away, back to Taeliyth, back to the task at hand. Dee lets her chin dip in a single curt nod of acknowledgement, but the way her lip trembles says she doesn't dare do or say more. His insistence wouldn't be the saltiest consequence of doing so. Taeliyth considers the situation. « I think I'm clean. » She's not, not totally, but Dee takes the cue to throw caution to the wind in terms of touching the dragon. Perhaps she's even able to pretend it's not her dragon she's washing, just to get the task done all the faster. They don't delay in getting out of the pool once they're done and Dee has only to change her wet clothes and towel her short hair before they're heading to find the oil as if they were the dutiful weyrling pair most would hope them to be. |
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