Logs:Southern Transplants
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| RL Date: 10 September, 2015 |
| Who: Dee, Z'riah |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Z'riah has advice for Dee and Dee for Z'riah. |
| Where: Training Room, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 12, Month 10, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Jo/Mentions |
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>---< Training Room, Fort Weyr >---------------------------------------------< Roughly rectangular in shape, this spacious room is often littered with exercise equipment which people have failed to return to the large storage units in its north-east corner. Next to these wooden storage units, a notice board is hung on the wall beneath a glowbasket, various notes and reminders and messages pinned or stuck to it, some dating back months. Tall wooden screens sit at various points throughout the room, some folded and stacked against the walls, available for those who would rather exercise in some privacy. For this particular cavern, brightness is the key word, for there look to be more glows than anything else, maintaining the high level of light and visibility needed for sports and activities that require precision. Early morning is a popular time to be in the training room. Before breakfast brings a wide variety of people to the place to go through the motions (some with more enthusiasm and wakefulness than others) of physical training. There's sometimes a wait for equipment in these 'peak' use times, but generally people are good about sharing. There are some groups of two or three obviously exercising together, and many individuals in their own little worlds. Dee is mostly one of the latter. She exchanges more than her fair share of pleasantries, particularly with bronzeriders in passing (initiated by the man, not the young woman). She's obviously expending effort to balance that social friendliness with her focus on the kettlebell she's using to assist her measured squats. "You know you don't need to acknowledge all of them, right?" come's Z'riah's voice from behind Dee before he ends up... not quite in front of her, but at least in her view off to the side. "Want to see if having a partner will hold them at bay for awhile?" There's a lift of one brow from the shirtless, sweating greenrider as he watches the goldrider squat. And he legitimately seems to be watching her form more than her body. "Or you could tell me to fuck off and I'll watch you from over there instead?" Big smile and a nod toward the other side of the room. Hazel eyes draw to this new voice, "They're just being nice," is the girl's answer with a smile that says she actually believes (or hopes strongly) that. "I'd rather not repay kindness with rudeness," even if the interruptions make her have to re-think and re-set her form every time (like this one). "I don't have a lot of time before I need to get breakfast and be back to the complex for drills. I was going to finish up and stretch, but I could use a partner for that, if you're willing...?" She leaves space for shirtless man to offer his name. Her eyes remain politely on his face, but her peripheral vision must have taken in the rest of him as she moves through another repetition of the squats. "I'm being nice." No, really. "By assuring you that they're being rude. I have a dick. I know how they think. Surprised you don't have a sharding circle jerk of bronzeriders around you all the time with you trying to be nice to all of them." He's just a little ray of sunshine, isn't he! "Z'riah. Green Yizibeth's. And I'd be delighted to help you stretch." Delighted. "We can even make it look fun so the assholes get jealous." That would probably be for his sole benefit, granted. Z'riah's words take Dee by surprise, but clearly she's not all fainting violet flowers given that she laughs. It ruins the squat, but she manages to straighten without damaging anything, grinning at Z'riah. "It helps that the Weyrleader would be happy to string up any bronzerider that tries anything I wouldn't appreciate. Well met, Greenrider Z'riah. I'm Dee," in case he didn't know, "Taeliyth's lifemate. I'd salute, but-" she nods down to the kettlebell: priorities. She didn't stop to salute the bronzeriders either, though judging by her niceness there was probably a time early on that she did stop to salute each and every one. One more squat finishes her set and she moves to replace the kettlebell in its proper home and get her waterskin to drink deeply before she gestures invitation for him to lead the way toward the stretching mats. "Any decent man in the Weyr should be willing to do the same. I would, I promise you." All five foot nine of him. At least Z'riah has a few muscles here and there and isn't some little wiry guy. There's the possibility that he could back up his claim, and that's what matters. "Don't. Please. If I get weyrwomen saluting me, Dee, it'll just go to my head." The greenrider taps the side of his head with a finger as he turns off toward the stretching mats. "I should be the one saluting you." But he's not doing that, either. "A Weyr full of big brothers," Dee murmurs with some small amount of amusement mixed with chagrin. "Every day I learn more and more about just what I've gotten myself into stepping onto those hatching sands. Besides, I'm a weyrling. They've impressed upon me that until I'm graduated, I'm just the same as any other weyrling," except she's really not, so one might wonder if such lies are helpful to overall development, particularly under these circumstances. "Enjoy it while you can," she recommends to Z'riah. "I know I'm taking advantage of being lower ranked than most everybody for just about the last time in my life. I didn't anticipate this moment would come until I was thirty, or forty or so. Whenever I walked the tables to Mastery and even then there's an unspoken hierarchy." It's small talk, but of the comfortable variety, the sort exchanged in a place like this where the focus isn't so much on the conversation as the physical actions performed. Speaking of, Dee starts with a few simple solo stretches before settling down on the mat, "Push or pull?" is queried for his preference for partner stretches for the legs. "We both know you aren't the same as any other weyrling," says Z'riah, leaving that at that. "But I can't knock taking advantage of low rank. I do it all the time." He flashes a smile once he's turned to face her again, stretching an arm across his body as one of a couple of his own stretches. "Pull," he decides, moving to settle himself down onto the mat in front of her. "What craft?" At least it means he's not some stalker who already knows everything about her, right? That or he's good at hiding it. "Farmcraft," Dee answers with a smile, "I like playing in the dirt." It explains the sturdiness of her frame and the musculature that comes from turns of physical labor, not just months of training as a weyrling. She reaches out her hands to join with his, nodding that he can pull her first, easing down into the stretch after bracing her feet against his in a wide 'V.' "I don't think I've seen you in here before?" It's a question, a real one, since Dee probably sees a lot of people, far too many to remember every face and name after just a brief meeting. Z'riah takes Dee's hands to help her ease into her stretch, the motion second nature to his thoughtful expression. If he has any questions about farming, though, they take a back seat to her asking about him. "You haven't, no. I just transferred in a few days back. From Monaco." That might account for his decent tan. "Still acquainting myself with the Weyr. I think I've been in here more often than I usually am since then, though. Helps me wake up." But, maybe more importantly, "And I get to meet all the other pretty faces who show up." He glances over meaningfully at one such pretty face, a well built bluerider, when he has Dee's gaze for a moment. The silent 'oh' forms on Dee's lips as she looks up at him from her stretch. "Monaco," she repeats as her head tilts back to place her face parallel to the floor as she stretches deeply, the routine familiar enough that not much thought needs to go into maintaining her breath the right way for the best stretch. "That's farther than home," she observes to herself before following the greenrider's gaze to the bluerider, turning her head back to the floor to hide her smile and muffled laugh. "Welcome to Fort. You might need to double up on sweaters this winter, if you can manage to get any from the stores," that's dubious, what with the new budget changes. "I had to wear three all of last winter to bear the weather. I'm from Southern Weyr." "Shit, you're right." Like he's just now realizing that winter is a thing that happens in other places. "I'll have to look for them. I gave almost all of mine away when I left High Reaches. I didn't think I'd ever be leaving Monaco again, honestly." There's a moment of something in Z'riah's expression before he refocuses. "It'll be fine, though. I know how to keep myself warm. Can't be worse than Reaches, right?" Right? That might be a serious question, the way Z'riah keeps looking at Dee for reassurance. "You were in High Reaches?" is curiously inquired. "Why did you? Leave Monaco. If you didn't think you would." It's equally and still innocently curious. One might even wonder if Dee has the capacity to be cagey given the earnestness of her look as she straightens, offering to pull Z'riah for his own stretch. "A blue from 'Reaches told Taeliyth it's a different kind of cold there, though the winter here seemed bad enough to me," that last is rueful. "Snow, lots of snow. I'd never seen it before last turn. Ice-skating is fun though," she perks up at that, "and snowball fights, and sledding." She's beaming by the end. "Almost enough to make a girl look forward to winter." Almost. "For two-ish turns," Z'riah says of Reaches, easing into his stretch when the pulling shifts to Dee. "The opportunity came up and it seemed like the right time. Needed some distance from... personal things." He goes right into laughing about ice-skating, though. "I'm horrible on the ice. It's embarrassing. But sledding is a blast. And I can't say I hate hot springs when everything around you is cold. And it's a great excuse to curl up under the furs with someone." Bright side to everything! Even cold things. "Oh!" Dee's sound is enthusiastic. "The hot springs here are wonderful in winter. And the bathes are great." She recommends them one southerner to another. "The Sanctuary is always cozy and almost always has sweets. I don't know if that will change with all the budget things, but it's toasty from the ovens, and the chairs are comfy. The only down side is the lack of booze, but I guess that's why we have the Glass Fountain. I only know some places to go sledding from last winter and I was a candidate, so I couldn't go far, but I'd be happy to show you some when there's enough snow and if I can find moments to be stolen." There's almost a wistfulness to her offer as if she might not expect such moments to exist come winter. "The baths are pretty great. I've been there." One would hope, anyway. "And the Fountain. It's nice. Good food." A++, Z'riah would go again. He breathes through his stretching, glancing up at Dee when he shifts back up. "You'll find time. You need to. You'll go crazy if you don't find time to have fun, and crazy people are only fun when they're funny. Crazy goldriders are just sad." Sage advice from an older, wiser rider who has probably never had a lick of responsibility in his whole life. "But you show me somewhere to sled and I'll show you the most beautiful beach you've ever seen." Or at least a really pretty one. "I'd rather not be crazy or sad," Dee answers wryly, "Though I don't suppose I can avoid a reputation for being unconventional very long," which is a nice way of saying kind of crazy. "You can try to show me the most beautiful beach I've ever seen, but I must warn you, having grown up in Southern Weyr, I'm biased toward their beaches. Still, I'm open to new experiences." She flashes a smile at that. "So what do you do to stay sane, Z'riah?" Once his legs are properly stretched, Z'riah releases Dee and sits back. "Not sure Monaco's beaches are that different. Anyway, it's not that close to Monaco. And you can't tell me you have something against non-Southern beaches," he teases her. Then he's looking up at the ceiling, over somewhere else. Anywhere but at Dee. "I like to push my limits, I guess." And that might be able as descriptive as he'll get with her about that. "You should probably be getting to breakfast, yeah?" "I've only ever been to the beaches in Nerat north of the ocean," Dee answers his question of bias with inexperience and a shrug of her shoulders paired with a smile. "Yeah, I'll just finish up and get on. It was nice to meet you, Z'riah. If you need anything, settling in, I'm pretty busy, but I'd do my best." She seems genuine in the offer, not that a weyrling can to much for a person, but. If this is the kind of offer Dee makes to every newcomer... can the bronzeriders be blamed for being friendly? It doesn't take her long to stretch the rest of what needs stretching and to collect her water and head on to the living cavern where breakfast can be collected before the day begins in earnest. |
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