Logs:Caverns Conversation
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| RL Date: 5 July, 2008 |
| Who: Paige, S'fox, D'kai, X'den, A'riste, Nerine, Samantia |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: In the living cavern, some embarrassing chatter ensues. (Boys will be boys.) |
| Where: Living Cavern, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 26, Month 11, Turn 16 (Interval 10) |
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| Xhaiden gives a playful salute to the rider as he pets his firelizard into calming down, "Xhaiden." His chin nods a bit at Aeriste being jumpy still all grins. "I am /so/ not holding it. Think of what you'll do with a dragon who does /that/ and you have to clean it up. " There's sinister mirth at the teasing. "Didn't you know Deke? I mean, before the dragon /can/ go between, they gotta get cleaned up somehow." The little blue churrrs and primps for the looks sent his way, "Ah, this is Marvel. A gift from my best friend." "I am not little," Aeriste grouses, and slouches down in his seat. "And we really are. Isn't it weird how such beautiful stuff can come out of us but *that* does, too?" He looks over at Xhaiden again, when the firelizard is mentioned, and observes curiously. Though he scowls soon enough when the other candidate teases him. "Don't make me eat all sorts of nasty things when it's your turn. Ugh, now I'm disgusting, too. Thank you *so* much." Aeriste and the others are all sitting at a table, some with food, the others with klah. He looks disgruntled, but the others just seem amused. "And you should just see how much they can do, too. The dragons," S'fox seconds Xhaiden, with a smirk for the other two candidates. The things guys will discuss over dinner. The topic at hand certainly isn't slowing S'fox's headway into his meal any. "Kind of little," the rider also adds, with a glance over the skinny harper. "Anyway, s'not so bad, really. Or, well, okay. It is bad, but it's not much worse than some of the other stuff, so." He's philosophical about it. Paige and a seamstress emerge into the living cavern, chatting quietly; having come up out of the inner caverns, the latter seems to be giving the former a grand tour, of sorts, pointing over at main features and making gestures with the other hand, as though explaining how to get somewhere. Murmuring something to her companion as they veer toward a table, the Balen Hold visitor wends her way up to the serving tables, snagging a few rolls and a mug or two. Aeriste's group is given a curious glance, but the girl soon turns her attention to something far more appealing: The food. Dekelvai says "Awh, I knew that, but it certainly doesn't bother me too much," Dekelvai waves away this dark foreboding of Xhaidens with a toss of his head. "Touched too much already to be put off by a little dragon dung. Plus, I think it'd be different if it was your dragons'. Almost as if it was-... what's beautiful coming out of /you/, Aeriste?" The boy interrupts himself to laugh, "And don't say your voice, that doesn't count. Unless you've got womanly, uh, bits," and he pauses and eyes the harper suspiciously, "- And I don't think you do, your... purgings are just as gross as the next fellows'." And speaking of womanly bits! A nod for the passing new face. What? Deke's just a friendly sort of guy." Xhaiden takes another drink of his juice, still amused. He follows the progress of the newcomer with an interested tip of his head and he lifts a hand to wave to her. The comment about 'bits' makes him laugh and nearly spit up his juice, "shards and shells." Nerine has connected. Aeriste raises his chin; his face flushes. "I do NOT have those! I make very good gitars and harps. I can play them, too. My composition isn't bad- wait." The rest of what Deke's said registers, and he looks vaguely disconcerted. Xhaiden's laughter doesn't help his blush, either. "How would those things being a woman's make what comes out of them any better?" At Dekelvai's words, S'fox lifts a brow too, and glances from that candidate to Xhaiden and Aeriste as he leans back in his chair. Leaving off stuffing his face for a moment, he tips his head toward Aeriste and agrees, "I gotta hear this one." Nerine enters from the kitchen, notes the group nearby and approaches. She apparently walks in on the wrong part of the conversation because she hears 'womanly bits' come out of Dekelvai mouth. A suspicious arch of her brow is directed at Deke. Nodding to the others she takes a seat nearby. "Yes Deke, what does being female have to do with how gross purgings are?" Dekelvai pulls a face, glancing towards Xhaiden, as though for support. "Honestly. Didn't your mother ever...?" The boy sighs heavily, and draws nearer two mugs. "Well, Aeriste. Here's the thing. When a man," (he lifts one cup) "And a woman," (indicates the other) "Love each other very, very much, they... Well... Things happen between them," (one is placed on top of the other, and Dekelvai has the decency to abstain from moving them suggestively) "And then, after nine long months, a child is born! The miracle of childbirth and so on." He pushes himself away from the table, gazes for a long moment at Aeriste, and then says, "But! Here's the thing... Babies /only come from women/." A look sideways at S'fox, and suddenly Deke realizes that perhaps he and the others are not talking about the same thing. "Um," he mutters towards Nerine, suddenly red, "I don't know, your the one with bits. You tell me." Paige reddens from her seat a few tables away, murmuring something to her friend that elicits a comforting pat on the shoulder. Boys. Candidate boys, even. Forget bodily functions; hearing Deke describe the miracle of childbirth is enough to make the holder lass find a spot on the table in front of her really interesting. Really, really interesting. And the seamstress sitting next to her just shakes her head. Boys, indeed. Xhaiden just smiles and he sets his drink down gingerly, "hear what? The harper is the one who started this. I mean, it could be argued that the chore started it. He puts a hand over his face though at Dekelvai, shoulders shaking even harder. And when he hears the woman's voice they shake harder still. "Jays Dekelvai!" With an effort he sweeps his hand up through his hair and offers a cocky grin to the woman...women actually. "I honestly have -no- idea." Too bad he's so close to tears from trying not to laugh it doesn't come off with any sincerity. "...You're really weird." Aeriste just smirks at Dekelvai, now, his ill-humor gone even if his blush is still sticking around. "Of course I know! But you don't just pop out *babies* in the *necessaries*. You might start a plague or something." The more Dekelvai talks, the more S'fox looks amused, with brows arching, mouth fighting not to quirk upward into a grin. "Hey, kid. Nice to know you're, ah, properly educated and all, but when you find yourself in a hole, might oughta stop digging," he remarks, shaking his head at the candidate. He pokes at his dinner for a moment, then notes, "Feel like I oughta apologize to all the women present," Paige and Nerine included, "on behalf of, well, that." "/You/ don't!" Dekelvai lifts a single finger towards Aeriste, pink still lingering on his cheeks but unwilling to give up that particular train of thought. "But how do you know that-" He sends a quick glance S'fox's way, and, slowly, his lips quirk into a grimace of chagrin. Derailed. "Right. Stop while I'm ahead and all that. Ladies," He nods his head with as much dignity as he can muster at the moment (and, considering his red ears, that's not much) in their direction. And, under his breath, "I'm so far ahead I'm in last place." as Deke speaks Nerine rubs her hand across her face with a soft splat, as the fisherman begins to explain the 'miracle of childbirth' "Deke, you ..." she isn't able to finish the sentence just shaking her head in her hands. Her face is marked with something between amusement and utter horror as she shoots a stern glare at Xhaiden. But when Aeriste pipes in she can't help but laugh. "At least one of you has some sense. But truthfully Deke don't ever try to explain that again, or I shall have to pummel you." As the rider speaks Nerine gives a bright knowing smile shaking her head. "You shouldn't have to apologize for them" She laughs. "And Deke your not ahead your six feet under." Her shoulders shake as a chuckle escapes her marring the stern expression. Apologies, indeed. Paige's flush doesn't decrease any; it just stays there, stark and heated. There's a very little smile for S'fox, if a cautious one - as cautious as the glance that darts toward the group of candidates again. Two days in a Weyr and it's already painfully obvious why her parents were so reluctant to let her come up here for a few days. For lack of anything better to do, her hands nervously pick at her meatroll and begin shredding it distractedly into little pieces. Xhaiden leans over slowly and speaks out of the side of his mouth, He mutters to Dekelvai, "you... not... at... short-sheeted... that.... particular..." And slowly he rocks back in his chair, looking quite innocent and amused. "I'm sorry to be rude but...does anyone know that girl there? I mean, she's sort of...." he shrugs up his shoulders a bit helplessly and glances over at Paige with a smile. See, playing nice! "The Harper Hall is right next to the Healer Hall," Aeriste points out to Deke. "So you hear all sorts of disturbing things. Besides, I grew up on a cothold, and they like large families." He eyes the whispering, and then looks over to Paige, too, amiably curious. "We've never met." "Not sure about the ahead," S'fox drawls dryly, in full agreement with Dekelvai's mutterings. But he is indeed grinning now, with a glance up at Nerine. "Naw, I got enough little brothers I'm used to apologizing for other people's troubles, I think," he teases, with a glance from her to the red-faced boy. Beat. "Huh, what girl?" S'fox is oblivious until he glances around and finds Paige, casting his chip-toothed grin at her. "Nope, not at all," he answers Xhaiden, but waves at the watching girl anyway. "I'd like to see you try!" Dekelvai waves his fists towards Nerine, but it's a half-hearted gesture and quickly he sinks back into his seat. He grabs at his mug of klah, grimaces at the offending shape, and takes a long drink, though chuckles as Xhaiden whispers in his ear. "Hope not. But if it happens, I'll know who to blame." He scowls at the other candidate, though quickly the expression dissolves into his characteristic grin. Over the rim of his mug, he peers at the girl in question, shakes his head. "Despite what you may've heard," he calls, "We're really quite nice, inoffensive people. Come over, if you've like. Can't speak for the others, but I don't bite. Might gum a bit, though," and he casts a sidelong glance at Aeriste. Paige's seamstress friend leans over to halt her meatroll shredding, whispering something to her as Xhaiden - and then other people in the group - start looking back over. "Oh, " murmurs the visitor, hastily returning S'fox's wave and pasting on a shy smile for the others. "I'm ... terribly sorry. M'name's Paige; I'm visitin' from Balen Hold. Didn't mean t'interrupt or anythin'." Yep, still scarlet, but at least she's talking, now. That's an improvement, right? At a nudge from her friend, she hesitantly makes her way on over to the group at the invitation, sinking gingerly onto a nearby seat. Having survived that most perilous of journeys, she can resume nibbling on her other meatroll - the one that didn't suffer a torturous death. Xhaiden quietly gets up and he smooths down the front of his tunic gracefully. "This has been very enjoyable. However, I have to make sure my cot is alright. I have a sinking feeling I may need time cleaning it up." With that and a cocky grin he saunters off. "As long as it's NOT THE NECESSARIES!" Aeriste calls after him, shaking a fist. Nerine notices now the new face sitting just a short distance away. As the girl Now noticing the new face in the hall Nerine offers a smile to the girl moving to sit near her "Well Paige, welcome to fort and as they said weyr folk aren't all heathens, Just adolescent males, and they seem like heathens no matter where your at" she remarks good naturedly. She grins at S'fox "Yes I had siblings too, though none of them as rowdy as this lot. I am sorry if I don't recall your name but I don't think I've seen you in the records room. I am Nerine." She offers politely both to Paige and S'fox. Xhaiden walks down the eastern stairs to the Inner Caverns. Xhaiden has left. "Sorry for what?" S'fox doesn't know, or plays that he doen't for Paige's benefit. "Pull up a chair, maybe another lady'll clean up these kids some," he tells the visitor. About then, he finishes wolfing down his meal and pushes the plate back as he leans back in the chair. "My brothers, they were pretty bad sometimes. And me, records?" S'fox just laughs at that, shaking his head again. "Nah, can't say as I hang out there. S'fox, Inorath's. Nice to meet you, though. You another scribe? Searched a scribe few days back." Samantia comes in from the bowl. Samantia has arrived. "See you, Aide," Dekelvai absentmindedly casts after the retreating boy, though he's still klah-gazing. He sloshes the brown liquid around for a bit longer, and then looks up at Nerine and S'fox. "You too, eh? Fisher family. Huuuuge." He spreads his arms to indicate the sheer size of it all, a bit... hyperbolically. Then, for the newcome, a sorrowful smile. "Sorry we're so rowdy, Paige. I'm Dekelvai." "Thanks, " Paige replies more easily, adding carefully, "Nerine. Nice meetin' you." She can't help grinning a little at the younger girl; young males do prove themselves to be terribly troublesome in any environment. All this talk about brothers causes her to glance down at her slowly disappearing meatroll for a long moment. When she next speaks again, it's quiet, but with more certainty. "I don't have a huge number of siblin's, but gotta brother. Only, he i'nt at home anymore. Left home, got Searched and lives at High Reaches now. Gotta younger sister, too, but she's not as much trouble as brothers gen'lly are." And there's even a small grin. Nerine smiles politely. "So what brings you to Fort. Samantia has given up on sitting around silently in the galleries hoping Ciath might uncover one of those eggs and let her peek like Okilen said, and she's rather suspecting the boy lied to her. It isn't putting her in a good mood, but then, when is she ever in a good mood. She comes into the living cavern with her face all screwed up, rubbing the back of her hand roughly against her nose and then sniffing a few times. "Eugh." Eyes scan, catch, bolt away, the food table eyed, disdained. It is a quick process, going over, until she sees familiar faces. First, a certain Harper apprentice. Then, various folk she's already picked on. Then, there, fresh blood. And then she notices a rider she vaguely recognizes and sighs, giving the idea up as bad. She affects herself an innocent look, clears her throat, pushes her hair back from her face, and ambles towards the group. "Aeriste," says he to Paige. "Of the Harper Hall." He slides the pot of klah towards her. "And no lady's cleaning me up, if that's what you mean," he sniffs to S'fox, and leans back in his seat again, folding his arms. "I am *perfectly* clean. Exquisitely clean. You'd never know I was doomed to toil in the necessaries *all day*." Samantia's arrival makes him blink, and his eyes go wide, and he scrambles right out of his chair, nearly climbing off via the back. "Oh no, you don't! I know that look." "Just a couple of 'em, and a baby sister," S'fox admits with a shrug of his shoulders. "But I swear, some days you'd think there was a dozen of them running around. Don't know how Mom managed it all. --So what're, oh. " The question's for Paige, but S'fox breaks it off when Nerine beats him to it. S'fox, instead, shoots a look toward Aeriste. "Exquisitely clean? Faranth, you sound like a real lady yourself," he teases the harper, before catching sight of Samantia. "Hey, there's your buddy from the hall." It's not Samantia's sudden arrival that starts Dekelvai from his seat, as much as it might seem. As she nears, he pushes himself abruptly back from the table and stands, clapping a hand to his forehead. "Shards! I forgot I told Dalibor I'd help him out with his chores, he's always slow, I have to run." A nod for the group, and then a suspicious glance towards Samantia, which quickly enough turns into a grin. Then, for Paige, a flourishing bow. "Well, whatever might be the reason for your stay, welcome to the Weyr." And the boy slips out the door. "M'aunt decided t'bring me up for a visit, " says Paige after a few more bites of meatroll. "S'all so - different from livin' up at the hold back home. So many more people." And so many more unconservative topics of conversation. In the end, it's probably the memory of /that/ that sends her up and out of her seat with an apologetic look to those sitting nearby. "Speakin' of which - I better be gettin' back out there. Auntie wants me t'help clean her blue 'fore supper." That's assuming she makes it through the chore without falling flabbergasted into the water. "Nice meetin' y'all, " she calls over her shoulder on her way out. |
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