Logs:Not obvious
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| RL Date: 5 September, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, H'vier |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: A random encounter turned curious. |
| Where: Kitchen, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: 18D 10M 38T I10, autumn night |
| Mentions: Yesia/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to edit, correct, and alter away! |
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>---< Kitchen, High Reaches Weyr(#267RJs) >----------------------------------<
Polished marble and granite surfaces, gleaming metalwork and pale woods
characterize the vaulted fastness of the kitchen. Several large hearths
gape red-mouthed against the outer wall of the cavern, their fires almost
always stoked for the constant cooking the Weyr requires to feed its
denizens. Sinks line the wall to one side of the hearths, providing ample
space to wash large quantities of dishes, while to the other, cabinetry
and a deep pantry provide storage space for items commonly needed on a
day-to-day basis.
The remaining wall space is taken up by passageways and extra seating:
swinging doors that lead variously to the main living cavern, the inner
caverns and the storage rooms, a counter-height pass-through for food
service to the Snowasis, and a series of nooks equipped with tables and
benches for quick, out-of-the-way meals any time of day.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
Edyis F 21 5'4" athletic, brown hair, brown eyes 0s
----------------------------------< Exits >---------------------------------
Living Cavern Inner Caverns Storerooms
>----------------------------------------< 18D 10M 38T I10, autumn night >---< It's late, and the kitchens are all but empty, a few stragglers lingering to get the prep work for tomorrow done. Edyis is perched on one of the tables, an open notebook nearby covered in notes taken in shorthand. At hand is a plate of sandwiches, and a half empty mug of klah. She stares off, as though lost in thought. H'vier arrives alone, looking both weary and agitated. Maybe he's tired of being himself. His path takes him straight to the hearth to pour himself a mug of klah. But once that's done, the bronzerider turns and his attention focuses right on Edyis perched there on her table. "Evening, brownrider," he says without approaching just yet. It takes a moment for ink-dark eyes to focus, following the greeting back to its source. Her brows knit together lightly, but the greeting she offers seems warm enough. "Evening, Wingleader." She watches him, perhaps taking in his general mood. It's with a curious bravery that she finally asks, "Something got your knickers in a twist?" "Nothing you couldn't help by taking yours off," he assures her with a brief smile before his gaze tracks toward the living caverns as though he can't decide whether to linger here or move along. In the end, H'vier starts making his way toward Edyis' table, glancing down at her notebook even as he reaches for one of her sandwiches. Edyis snorts, "You assume I wear them at all." The deadpan delivery may make it difficult to tell whether or not she is joking or serious. Her hands go to the mug, but the notebook is all but indecipherable to any who don't know the code. The sketches, however, seem obvious, various faces and locations. If she's bothered by his attempt to grab her food, she at least grants him the courtesy of not biting or swatting his hand away, taking a long sip from her mug as she studies him. "You seem... more subdued these days." A question that somehow isn't one. "Girls who say that usually want a man to find out for himself," H'vier points out with a gesture to her in general with the hand holding the sandwich before he takes a bite out of it. He doesn't seem overtly interested in her notebook, anyway. "Do I? It's nice to know you pay that much attention to me, darling." He's being sarcastic, but it's not biting. H'vier is perfectly well aware that he's not Edyis' favorite person, and he's clearly okay with that. " The way her mouth opens, there might have been a biting retort, or perhaps some witty retort. She closes it again without uttering a word, seeming then to consider him. "Probably, though I can't say I feel that way about present company." It's another of those quiet understandings, neither is the other's favorite person, nor preferred type. She too, seems perfectly at ease with this. The smile that she offers is actually sweet, "Don't flatter yourself too much Bronzerider, I pay attention to everyone, to one degree or another." But, still. "Call it morbid curiosity if you must, but what has you looking worn and grouchy?" "Always so defensive. It really doesn't suit you." H'vier takes another bite of his sandwich, moving to sit down on the opposite side of the table. Once he's washed that mouthful away with a drink of his klah, he tells her with fake cheer, "None of your sharding business. Don't you think it's rude to tell someone they look tired?" He certainly does, even if his offense is being obviously feigned. "Mm, and what ideas do you have about what might suit me?" She wonders in counterpoint, reaching for another of the sandwiches and biting into it quietly. "I suppose I could lie if you like, and say something entirely out of character and far less honest. Would you prefer the idea that I might consider how good you might look naked or some similar complement?" She wonders with a mirthy laugh, and an easy smile that lingers. "I thought you might find someone to pull that stick out of your ass, at least. Carefree would suit you better. You're a dragonrider now. And that stick must get awfully uncomfortable when you're sitting astride Akluseth." H'vier has fake sympathy to go along with all of his other fake emotions. He doesn't reach to steal anymore of her food, just sips at his klah. Then he smiles. It's more sincere now. "I look sharding fantastic naked." He's also very humble. Edyis laughs, "You are welcome to more if you are hungry." A peace offering of sorts perhaps? Since she addresses that observation first. "What makes you believe I haven't?" She wonders genuinely amused and genuinely curious about that stick. "Just because I'm a little bit particular about who I share my bed with?" H'vier glances at the sandwiches with a slight shake of his head. "I'm good." He takes another drink of his klah, then sets the mug down against the table with his hands still loosely cradling the heat. "Do you really think it's always been about you not wanting to fuck me? Sweetheart, plenty of women don't want to fuck me. And, I know you might find it hard to believe, but it's not very difficult to find ones that do. But you already knew that, didn't you. Being all observant." He waits a moment, drawing in a breath, then, "I'm not trying to sleep with you, Edyis. I'm just talking to another dragonrider. So what's with the notebook?" "If that's all I thought it was, would I have asked?" Those dark eyes intent, but still amused, still curious. "So am I." She agrees with him in the last, before her attention shifts back to her notes. "an honest answer for an honest answer?" She suggests, before "Old habit from my days working in the records room with master Jeroman. My memory is pretty good, but sorting out thoughts is easy on paper. Places I've seen, people I've met, ideas that might be fleshed out further to produce something worthwhile." She purses her lips thoughtfully then, "A journal of sorts. I suppose." He murmurs an acknowledgement of her answer as he eyes the journal, but his gaze doesn't linger there for very long. Finally, "Interesting." But it's difficult to tell whether he's being sincere or not. "What sorts of worthwhile ideas to you have, brownrider?" Edyis mms. "What had you agitated when you came in?" She counters at his second question, studying his face, then with the slightest lift of a brow. "Not sure if anything in there is worthwhile yet." She answers candidly after a while, hiding a frown behind her mug. "Pass," says H'vier without a second thought when she questions his mood. "Try something else." He's not going to answer that one, but she can try to ask him other things. He's not entirely against this game. Edyis pouts. "Surely it can't be that bad, or that personal." But, since he isn't entirely against playing, "Ok, Why didn't Iceberg take any of the weyrlings at graduation?" Her interest piqued for the moment. That question makes H'vier laugh. "Better," he tells her. "It wasn't by choice. I wanted several of you. One of you quite a lot, admittedly. But," he pauses for several moments, "these things happen. It was out of my control." H'vier offers a single shrug. "Yesia." She assumes, behind her mug. "She's more than just a pair of legs you know... Smart. Despite the mean girl act." It sounds dangerously like a compliment and oddly protective. Both hands wrapped around her mug, "I admit despite shadowing, I didn't really get much of a feel for what Iceberg does, other than flirting and sparring." She smiles. "I'm well aware of what she is. If all I cared about were her legs, I wouldn't have wanted her in my wing." H'vier dismisses that line of thought absently, continuing right into, "And here I thought you were supposed to be observant. Maybe you should work on that, hm?" Edyis makes another contemplative sound, "I'm only human after all." Watching him curiously then. "Care to fill me in on what I might have missed?" "Not particularly," says H'vier after a few moments of consideration. And then he's shifting to rise out of his seat, away from the table, with his mug in hand. "Have a good night, brownrider," he says before he's turning back to the hearth to fill his mug back up. And then he'll be on his way. |
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