Logs:Shadowing Iceberg
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| RL Date: 2 August, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Yesia, H'vier |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: H'vier shows the weyrlings the workout room |
| Where: Workout Room, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: 7D 6M 38T I10, winter night |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to edit, correct, and alter away! Big thank you to H'vier! |
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Edyis F 21 5'4" athletic, brown hair, brown eyes 0s
Faryn F 23 5'4" lean, long brown hair, brown eyes 4m
H'vier M 40 6'5 big, dark hair, brown eyes 5m Dealing with weyrlings shadowing Iceberg scores pretty low on H'vier's list of favorite things. He's not especially well known for making shadowing a fun experience. Okay, he's not especially well known for making many things a fun experience. So it should come as no surprise that today, when two of his weyrlings are meeting with his wing, he and a handful of his riders are training in the workout room. He's shirtless, because wouldn't he be, and sparring with the young bronzerider he picked up from Reisoth's first clutch. Maybe its for the best that it's the workout room, Edyis actually smiles watching the wingleader and the young bronze rider working in the ring. Hanging her jacket neatly over one of the hooks on the way in. She casts a look about for her compatriot. It's well-known that Yesia's least favorite thing, from the first moment, is working out. That it's part and parcel of the dragon doesn't matter; she still grouses about it, and not even H'vier seems to diminish that disdain. She's wearing loose clothes for the purpose, her arms crossed over her chest, but she's not training at all, not really. There are two shirtless bronzeriders sparring, and her index finger is at the corner of her mouth, her smile keen. She winces once as a blow lands, baring her teeth. Nope. H'vier is taking it easy on the young man, but it's possible that the young man is also taking it easy on H'vier. The point here isn't to hurt each other, after all. It's a word from one of his blueriders that draws the Wingleader's attention to the weyrlings for a moment, then he turns back to the other bronzerider, who ends up on the mats in the next few moments. H'vier leaves him there panting while he makes his way over to Yesia and Edyis, "Hey, girls. Welcome to Iceberg." He smiles, but it's not exactly friendly. More suggestive when his gaze settles on Yesia in particular. "Ready to work?" Edyis flashes her teeth back, though one of those dark brows lifts ever so slightly as the bronzerider oggles Yesia. "Yes sir." Edyis offers crisply, though her attention drifts back to the other riders, studying the lot of Iceberg. "How?" is Yesia's response, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. Her own brows go up slightly at his expression, half-challenge, but the finger drops from the corner of her mouth so both arms are banded around her middle. "I'd prefer not that," she notes, with a gesture to the bronzerider on the ground. While H'vier deals with the weyrlings, the rest of his present riders continue, for the most part, with their own thing. Most of them don't seem very interested in the girls, but some of them keep glancing over while they're resting between sets. It should be noted that none of the Iceberg riders here are female. H'vier glances back at the mats, "Are you sure? I think a lot of us would love to watch the two of you wrestling. I would, anyway." And that's all that matters in the end. Edyis snickers a little as Yesia states her preference. Then rolls her eyes at H'vier's statement. "I don't want to be the one responsible for injuring a fellow weyrling." Holding both hands up as though to pacify H'vier. "But if anyone's up for a round..." Glancing back at the ones glancing over. "Or if Yesia has something else in mind?" "She'll punch me in the face," Yesia establishes firmly, confident in at least that one thing. The women in the room don't really grab her attention so well, but she certainly seems to consider Edyis' offer carefully. "I can think of plenty of things, just not things here." If her eyes drift to H'vier at that, it's probably an accident. "We could just use the bags, couldn't we?" "You aren't supposed to hurt your partners, Edyis," H'vier points out to the brownrider as though he's giving her very important life advice. "Injured people have limited usefulness." He shifts closer, turning with every intention of putting an arm around Yesia's shoulders so he can lead them to the nearest bag. "That's the spirit. We could use more women like you around here, gorgeous." He's not really trying to hide his favorite here. "Why don't you hold the bag for her," he adds to Edyis, as though the bag will need to be held at all for the greenrider. Edyis snorts, "It doesn't take much to hurt that one. No offense Yesia." But she glances at the bag, then at Yesia, then at H'vier as though trying to determine something, and shrugs, moving to hold said bag. "Yeah, Edyis," Yesia says, vindicated, leaning into H'vier very slightly until they reach the bag and giving the brownrider a smug little look. She seems to understand the futility of holding the bag - she hits like a puff of air - but there is something very satisfying about making Edyis do it anyways, so she faces the bag and waits until Edyis is there. "I don't fight," she says as a preface. And perhaps, her form is not so perfect when she squares off to take her swings at it. "Breaking things doesn't fix the problem." "I managed not to hurt her," says H'vier, oh so casually, more to Edyis than the greenrider, the implication being that if he can do it, anyone should be able to in any situation. "Breaking things can fix lots of problems, darling. There are people out there who only respond to a certain amount of force." Like him, maybe? "Surely there's someone you've always wanted to punch in the face, hmm? Just pretend they're the bag. And try not to hurt yourself. I don't want to have to talk to Quinlys." Whatever she might have said is opted out for silence. For Yesia, "There are some things you should learn because you can't rely on other people to come rushing in for the rescue. I didn't learn to fight because I'm a violent person, I learned it to look after my self. You should too." The dichotomy between Yesia's reactions for H'vier compared to Edyis are drastic. He gets a nod, a deep breath that she exhales in a sigh, and and a murmured, almost demure, "I guess," while she gets, "Resorting to physical violence seems like you've lost, already, even if you can knock someone down. I've learned plenty of ways to look after myself, from other riders, and most of them don't have a thing to do with using their fists." She doesn't say names, her chin jutting out and up, but then she focuses and begins her punching. She, unsurprisingly, punches like an absolute girl. "A lot of violent people don't learn to fight. Some of them like to swing their fists around, anyway. Knowing how to fight doesn't make you violent. And not wanting to fight doesn't make you a victim." H'vier doesn't attempt to school Yesia's form, and he's not really paying attention to any of the other Iceberg riders who're watching her now. He's basically doing the same thing. "Being smart is important, though. If you can talk your way out of a situation, that's usually the way to go." Not that he often takes his own advice. Edyis stares at H'vier, attempting to hide the surprise in her expression when he speaks. She stays silent. Holding the bag, and possibly feeling the wiser for it. "That's what Bristia said," Yesia says between punches, little puffs of breath. She hesitates and looks at H'vier too, her own eyes wide and a bit bemused and her pert little mouth twisting down in her pause. That Bristia can probably handle herself as well as be pretty matters little, because she's on board. "I guess," she concedes eventually. "I'd rather just be smart." She leans around the bag, so she can look directly at Edyis and say, "When you're fighting people all the time, it just gets tiresome." It's almost reluctant when H'vier says, "Let's give Edyis a go, shall we?" He looks at the brownrider, but moves to hold the bag himself rather than suggest that Yesia do the honors for her. "Don't hold back, Ed. If you have something to say, you're free to speak your mind here." Someone nearby laughs. But maybe it's at something, or someone, else. Bristia's name earns a furrow of Edyis's brows but the moment of confusion dissapates quickly as she's being asked to step up to the bag. She rolls a shoulder and instead of speaking her mind she squares with the bag and tosses a few punches. She's no powerhouse, but someone's taught her at least the basics and how to use things like her smaller size to her advantage. "You made the point with suprising eloquence already, not much need to add to it." Yesia's not offended to be switched out. She puffs some wayward locks away from her eyes, wipes her hands on her pants and steps aside to watch, finally noticing the rest of the room and not forgetting to give a few people brilliant smiles - no women, though. She'd do well to watch Edyis, and yet. Edyis' response earns, "You're speechless," murmured under the greenrider's breath. "That's rare." H'vier's skill knows no bounds. H'vier watches Edyis as she punches the bag, but someone observant would notice that it's a somewhat different sort of watching than Yesia had received. He's paying attention to her form and how she hits the bag. "It shouldn't be that surprising," offers the bronzerider. "I know I'm an asshole. But I'm not an idiot. I wouldn't have my own wing, with people who want to be here, if I didn't have moments of eloquence, as you say, from time to time." "Contrary to popular opinion I don't always run my mouth Yesia." Edyis's words lacking any harsh barb. "No, you aren't." Most of the time. "It's difficult to see that sometimes underneath the whole asshole part." She shifts her stace and throws another series of punches, these more rapid and controled. She tosses a glance at the people who want to be there thoughtfully, as though taking a measure of them as well. "Huhn," Yesia replies briskly. "You've gotten better," comes the concession eventually, but she falls silent for the rest of Edyis' explanation. "It's not hard to see, if you look," she does offer, cutting a look at H'vier and then back. She's bored, though, and her attention is drifting from the conversation in favor of that other bronzerider. "Nice job," he says for Edyis' punching of the bag, but he only encourages a couple more before H'vier leans back and offers to them both, "I think that's enough for today. But you should come by my weyr sometime, Yesia. We can work on how you handle dangerous situations." It's offered with an inappropriate, or entirely appropriate considering the source, level of suggestiveness. "You can stay and spar if you want, Edyis. The guys will be here for a bit longer." Edyis is utterly stone faced at the flirting, only H'vier's brief praise earns yet another surprised arch of her brow. "I'll stick around and spar some then." She murmurs glancing to Yesia and doing her best not to make an ew face. An ew face wouldn't do a thing to hurt Yesia's feelings. She chirps, "Okay!" for the entire proposal, her eyes rolling for Edyis' choice (though it isn't a surprise). "Have fun with your bag, Edyis," she offers as she turns to leave, whistling a cheery tune and being entirely too swishy with her hips on the way. |
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