Logs:Shells
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| RL Date: 23 August, 2015 |
| Who: H'vier, Lycinea |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Two not-strangers meet on a beach somewhere in Ista. |
| Where: A beach on Ista Island |
| When: Day 15, Month 7, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated. |
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| He might think her a mirage, but the heat of the day is dying and such things are seldom heard of in Ista. Walking along the beach as the sunset paints the sky, Lycinea is nine months older than their last encounter, at least in the flesh. Her carriage has changed, no longer the skittish gait of the terrified girl who left 'Reaches some eight months past, but a smooth step that gets her from one place to another. Her dress blends her with the rest of those not in their swimsuits, a pair of shorts cut off just above the knee, a simple lightweight, short-sleeved blouse that compliments her curves. Her long blonde hair is longer still, bound up in braids that flow down her back, a few smaller ones curling in front of her shoulders. She's not paying mind to those occupying this beach, just to the shells and other washed up gifts from the sea, pausing to stoop and pick them up, some examined and pocketed while others are dropped back to the wash of the waves that curls around her bare feet to be reclaimed. Being the sort of man that he is, H'vier is more often than not keenly aware of his surroundings. Being the sort of man that he is, however, that keen awareness is usually saved for threats and attractive women. Lycinea happens to be mostly one of those things, though it's not initially her face or hair that draw his attention as he approaches the girl by virtue of her being along his path. "Nice legs, gorgeous," must just be the sort of thing he says to random women while he's wandering random beaches by himself. Does it help or hurt that he's only wearing a pair of board shorts? Lya's turn of her head, paired with the identifying squint might mean it's his turn to be imagined a mirage. "H'vier?" is a puzzled question. Worlds collide and blue-green eyes consider the man in his board shorts. "Lya," is much less of a question, but there's surprise in his voice given that she's probably the last person on Pern that he expected to run into... basically anywhere. "What are you--" He has questions, certainly, but he doesn't even finish that one. "Shells," she answers the unfinished question. "The good kind," Lya clarifies helpfully. "Do I need to ask what you're doing here?" With his opening line and all. She takes a pair of steps before squatting to investigate a small knot of seaweed and the shells caught up in it with her fingers. "I didn't expect to see you," here. Possibly ever? It's hard to say with the way her eyes are combing the shells, but just perhaps it's a defense mechanism to control some internal panic over this meeting. That doesn't really answer the question that H'vier didn't ask, but he lets it go so it must not be that important. "I had a meeting," he explains of his presence, if not his lack of professional attire. "I thought you were in the desert." Not Ista. "No," Lycinea answers succinctly, letting her eyes find his face again to study it. "Don't let me keep you from it," is softly said as her eyes drop back to the shells. "I already had it," he says dismissively, eyeing Lycinea as though he's still not sure what to make of her. "Do you want me to go?" H'vier is perceptive about some things, after all. He can just pretend this didn't happen. Maybe. One of Lya's sandy hands finds the back of her neck under those braids, rubbing the skin there, tilting her head as she looks at him. "No?" It's sort of unsure in delivery. "We were friends once." She observes this as if it might be a faraway memory, from someone else's lifetime. "How have you been?" She asks as she straightens and makes to continue along the beach. "Once," H'vier agrees, making no claim that he expects this to still be the case. He didn't really agree with it when they were. "I've been okay." And if he hasn't, he probably wouldn't say as much. "You're looking... good?" It's partially a question. Is she well? "Better," Lya fills in, letting the silence wash briefly in and roll back out as the waves near their feet. "I used to be afraid of the sky. Then I was afraid of stone. I'm not sure if there's anything to fear anymore." She does give the big man a measured look. "Is okay here defined like it used to be? Jacking off in your weyr while you drink alone?" There's a slight wrinkle to her nose but it might say something that she can deliver the question so casually now. "There are plenty of things to fear. But that doesn't mean you have to let it ruin your ability to enjoy your life." Sometimes H'vier says things that make sense. "Would it make any difference to you how my 'okay' is defined, Lya?" "What do you fear, Havi?" Lya asks the question so quietly and casually that it might seem wholly benign. She looks at him, thoughtfully, "And it might. We were friends once," it's reiterated and she lets her gaze linger a moment before raking the beach ahead of them. "Would you want it to make a difference to me?" "Plenty of things," H'vier tells her without telling her anything. He even gives her a look that suggests he has no intention of getting into something that deep right now. "I don't know," he says for her other question. "I don't know that I want anything where you and I are concerned." Lycinea gives the big man a measuring look. "Are you saying that because you really don't probably or because you're trying to keep people away?" She doesn't say 'per usual' but the tone of the question heavily implies as much. H'vier goes silent and still in a way that sometimes ends up with him losing his temper. But instead, after a moment, he says in a neutral sort of way, "It was nice seeing you again, Lycinea." And then he's turning to continue on his way down the beach. "I wasn't trying to piss you off," Lya calls after he's a few paces on. "I asked because I might sort of still care." There's a hint of her familiar annoyance, but she doesn't move to pursue him. "You shouldn't," is H'vier's response, voice raised enough that he doesn't even need to look back in her direction for it to be readily audible. He's definitely still trying to keep people away. "So, business as usual," Lya's voice carries whether she means it to or not. There's little hint if that fact makes her feel any particular way, the one one of bland observation as she watches his back another moment before resuming her scouring of the sands for shells |
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