Logs:Carved Gifts
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| RL Date: 23 September, 2015 |
| Who: N'rek, Edyis |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: A surprise gift, and a pleasant evening. |
| Where: Mad Smithcrafter's Den Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 21, Month 11, Turn 38 early evening |
| Mentions: Jo/Mentions, R'hin/Mentions, Mielline/Mentions, Alida/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Yesia/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to edit, correct, and alter away! |
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>---< Mad Smithcrafter's Den Weyr, High Reaches Weyr(#2003R) >---------------<
There's ample room in both the couch area and the rider's living area for
visitors to stretch out, a white chalked line and improvised patchwork
curtain in rich tones is all that separates the two. Around the walls,
working areas have been carved to make several spacious stone countertops
with shelves and tool hooks hung above. The shelves are filled with
various items, tools for scribe work, jars of spices for cooking, there's
even a set of shelves all but overflowing with books and notebooks. One of
these counters contains a utilitarian sink, a neat square with a pump
attached to it and copper tubing disappearing up into the ceiling and out
along the base of the wall to the ledge outside. Should one follow the
tubing out, a metal cistern tucked into a niche above the weyr's entrance
would be found, its purpose to gather rain water to supply the sink. The
bottom pipe discreetly pokes out over the back edge of the ledge for
drainage onto the Bowl wall.
The bed in this weyr hangs from the ceiling by a set of chains bolted
securely into the rock and can be lowered to the floor for sleeping, or
raised up out of the way for entertaining. Likewise, almost all of the
furniture, table, chairs, desk can be pulled out of a wall for use or
folded up into a niche or nook to make room. An overstuffed couch in a
terrible color has been draped with numerous quilts, preserving comfort
and aesthetic sensibility. With a low table in front and two on the sides
that, much like everything else in the weyr, can be folded away when not
in use. The ceiling has had other things bolted there too, numerous liquor
and wine bottles adapted as glowbaskets hang in various shapes and colors.
The hearth is a large affair with an actual oven carved into one of its
walls and a metal grill that can be pulled out over the flame for cooking.
This weyr was probably home to some mad former smithcraft apprentice who
had too much time on his/her hands during an Interval.
+views available here When Largath arrives into the cold Reachian sky, it's because he's on a mission. The Telgari brown wings in towards Akluseth's ledge, perhaps well familiar with its location by now after all these months. It's to an empty weyr that they arrive, the pair likely timing it in a way where Edyis and her dragon would be preoccupied with finishing the day's wing tasks and not being home. In other words, it was the perfect time for them to arrive. Once landed, N'rek scans the skies before he dismounts and gets straight to work. He had a gift to deliver, after all, and now that he had finally finished it with the chosen tree, he wanted to make sure that it was presented to her right. He has Largath help lower the wooden carved slabs to the ground carefully on the ledge before he drags them one by one into Ed's inner sanctum with his tools on hand. Once each slab was in and positioned, he got to work fitting everything together until it was exactly what it was meant to be: http://bit.ly/1V8SuSn The brownrider, once finished, steps back to admire his work, and it's only then - once it had gotten its approval - that he direct Largath to reach out to Akluseth. « We are on your ledge, » he sends in greeting to the brown, wherever he is in the Weyr. « Mine would like to come visit with a gift! » It's been a long month, evident in the little details of Ed's lair. Laundry waiting to go down by the door, a basket of clean clothes waiting to be put away. A crate of various wines and spirits sits next to the wine cabinet. The sink houses a stack of dishes that have been washed, but not put away. Little signs of chaos are everywhere in what is normally a bastion of order. Separately any one might be normal but taken together, a sign of a lack of free time on Edyis's part. Akluseth's tides drift a little slower than normal in reply. « Oh, we are finishing up with a wing meeting, and she's grabbing dinner from the kitchens. Be up soon. » Not too much later, Akluseth's shadow signals his arrival before his claws scrape the ledge. Akluseth's straps are hung, and already Edyis is peeling out of the flight jacket and setting a basket of goodies from the kitchens on the counter. It's likely that Akluseth hasn't told her of the present or that the Telgari pair had already arrived, because the instant her eyes land on N'rek, she is closing the distance between them, her arms moving in attempt to twine about his neck and pull him down into a heated kiss. "Hi." She grins, "Missed you." Is murmured breathily. Her eyes drift over to the the bookshelf then, noticing it now for the first time. "Faranth," She swears softly. "It's amazing Rek," Reaching to trace her fingertips along the artfully carved bookshelf. "Is this mine?" looking at him a little hopefully then. Largath's touch lingers in his excitement as N'rek takes in all the little eddies of chaos in her weyr. That he's become so familiar with being here is probably marked, the brownrider moving the new bookcase about as if to decide the best position for it there. Once Akluseth arrives, Largath moves to the side to make some room for him along with a vocal, warbled greeting. « He's inside, » he directs, but there's little point in that since the moment Edyis sees him, she's on him. Laughter bubbles up at her enthusiastic greeting, his inked exposed arms coming up grip her by the waist as he claims that heated kiss. He presses her into him before letting go, stating in return to her missing him, "I noticed. We've missed each other. Are you busy? Yeah, I-" and he steps aside and letting go of her, turning to gesture towards the bookcase as he adds, "-finally finished it. Took forever to get the carvings just right. 'Course it's yours." There's his calm grin, nodding towards it again as he looks pleased by Ed's reaction. "I thought it might fit in here with what you have going on. I can move it to where you want?" "Mm, always." She says of being busy, "But since you are here, I am perfectly fine with telling my wing second to fuck off for the night." A private joke perhaps, as she disentangles from him, moving over to study the piece more closely. Long fingers trailing over the intricate shapes, studying each detail intently. "It is exactly what I needed too, was starting to run out of room." It is only after she has thoroughly looked over the bookcase, that she looks back at him more than a little awestruck. « Oh good. That should make her considerably less irritable. » Akluseth snorts. A small green blur alighting on the tip of his nose, only for him to snort again, the little beast moving to settle between his head knobs. "She'd probably push you out before you could get the words out of your mouth," Rek teases, seeming to know full well who Edyis is talking about. "Must be strange, having her in your wing now, right?" But mostly, he's watching how the brownrider is touching the intricate carving on the bookcase. When she looks back at him that way, there's an indulgent nod from him - obviously a man that takes immense pride in his work - and a, "I can tell you like your books. Largath was the one that suggested it. I'm glad you like it." Joining her in its study, "I think it's one of my best works, yet," he admits, looking the carvings over as he nods. Largath is the first notice the little green fire lizard blur, sending in scents of pine, « Has yours been irritable of late? What's that? » he questions on both. "Well, her understanding of my priorities certainly doesn't hurt." Edyis grins unabashedly in response, her fingertips still exploring, testing the texture of the leaves and branches, pausing every now and then on one of the other shapes laced there. "Being in the same wing isn't so strange really, I wanted to get tapped in with her and Alida after graduation to be honest, but things didn't pan out that way. I'm a little glad now that I didn't." Her eyes finally lift from the piece and she's glancing about now, as though trying to determine if it is in fact in the best spot. "It is a little odd having her as my boss, and more than a little odd being in the same wing with her and Yesia, especially so after Akluseth catching Aeaeth." There's an involuntary shudder, some things just aren't natural. When she is satisfied that the book case can be easily viewed from any point in the room, she smiles. Moving back to wrap her arms around him again and draw him into another long kiss. "I love it." She answers, trailing a line of kisses along his jaw to further punctuate the point. "You hungry?" Outside, Akluseth's irritation shows in the flecks of yellow that flicker across otherwise happy blues whirling in his eyes. The little green seems nonplussed by it, tiny claws working to keep her grip with a startled chirrup. « That would be a miniature little hussy. Ed's boob padding decided to pop out eggs. » The whole thing is utterly distasteful in Akluseth's estimation, but the green seems curious about this other brown giant. Craining a delicate neck in Largath's direction. « She's still a little miffed at me for leaving her stranded after a flight. » Akluseth notes somewhat sheepish in answer. "Alida's your other tough-girl friend?" Rek teases her as he watches her with the bookcase, amusement lighting up his eyes. He seems to remember Yesia's name, so of course there's open laughter upon hearing that both Yesia is in the same wing and that her brown had caught the girl's green. "Talk about a clusterfuck," is his comment to that, but once Ed's in his arms, he's more interested in that. He returns that kiss eagerly, aiming to leave her breathless at the end of it with a murmured, "Good," to her loving his gift. "Every inch of it is meant for you. You didn't have to get that tree for me. Even, I don't get kindness like that often." Rough fingers brush her lips, her cheek, and her question draws him back from staring at her face as he grins and says, "I'm always hungry." « Does she have a name? » Largath asks, his curiosity strong in the flit as he watches. « How long have you had her? She seems nice, » well, to a dragon like him, anyway. « Why did you leave yours stranded? » That is interesting to him. So many questions. "Yeah, come to think of it you'll probably meet her eventually." Is her answer on Alida. But there's kissing, and she's breathless, laughing. "Well that's a shame, you really should." She says on kindness, as his rough hands touch her face. "Guess I just get to make up for the difference." Pressing a kiss to his fingers with a smile. "Good, I managed to snag some things from the kitchen, and it shouldn't take long to get the pot started. You like stew?" She asks still hanging on to that hand as she heads over to the counter where her basket was placed. "My stepmom's recipe, is fantastic." The tiny green, who judging by her size couldn't have hatched all that long ago, decides to abandon the restless perch to lightly land on Largath's nose should he allow. He's the one being nice after all. « Flicker, is what Ed calls, her I prefer hussy or trouble. » And to the question of why he left Ed, a pinup style image of Aeaeth is shared in all her glowing glory. « Dude, would you stop paying attention to a pretty green just because yours would prefer to go and tangle sheets with someone else? » It's a serious, important question! "Ahhh, of course she knows about me," N'rek's not surprised, laughing. "It's a shame we missed a slew of gathers that were going on, but I think we might be able to still catch another. Maybe we can bring our friends, hm?" Pause. "You do enough," he says close to Ed's lips again on kindness, stealing another lingering kiss before finally letting her go. He follows her to look over all that she has on food, his stomach growling audibly just a bit as he presses a hand to his own stomach. "I do," he answers on stew. "Are you a good cook? Do you make bubbly pies, too? You know the way to my heart is through my stomach, right?" It's a tease, stepping back to settle against the table comfortably as he waits. « Flicker, » Largath's not going to remember, but the brown looks like he's going to try. « Does she answer to hussy or trouble? » And, well, that image of Aeaeth gets in addition a lovely one of one of his favorite greens - the very one whose rider N'rek hates. « I completely understand, » he agrees around damp smells of trees: pleasant. « They never try to see things our way - see how we're helping them. My green's rider is lovely, but, I like yours better. He's happier. » "Well, I've been told I glow when I mention your name, so - yeah, probably." She says of Alida knowing about the man. "We should do that, It would be fun to get everybody together. I can't promise that fist fights won't break out, knowing some of them, but, maybe at turnover? What do you think." Reveling in another kiss before she starts pulling the ingredients out and chopping them up, the meat is thrown into a pot first, "Mind getting the heat started?" She queries, before his statement earns a laugh. "My stepmother was the accomplished one, but I have a lot of her recipes, following instructions is something I am actually very good at." She smirks, "Haven't tried them, but I think I might be able to persuade one of the kitchen staff to give me a few pointers. Since you've just divulged your greatest weakness." Flicker, studies the woody brown, and since he's not so rude as to try and dislodge her she curls up in the space between his nostrils. « Not yet, but she's still just a baby, I have confidence my efforts will prevail! » Akluseth's reply is easy. There's a mental whistle of sea wind at Largath's favorite, « Wow, she's hot. » And his head is bobbing then in agreement. « So unappreciated! » And at the praise of his rider there's a swell of pride, « She's kinda awesome, most of the time. Yours makes her absurdly happy. Seriously she feels all bubbly like when she's had to much to drink, but I don't have to deal with the hangover. » It's a total win. "You're going to have people thinking I'm some smoozy greenrider," N'rek comments on the first to her glowing. "And, turnover would be nice. Our wings back home normally plan something, but it's the same thing turn after turn. Maybe I'll get to see you all dressed up, hm?" Fingers playfully tug at a part of her hair before he goes to mind the heat for dinner. As he looks it over, "Food's not my ultimate weakness," he states with a look going over to Edyis. "You're going to have to figure that one out." Since Flicker has settled on him, Largath is very still as he tries to look at her. « Maybe try calling her everyday? » he suggests on getting her to answer to Akluseth's calls. « Wouldn't yours get upset should she find out? » He shows his pride over his green, the Telgari brown boasting, « She's amazing! I don't always get to catch her, but she always hangs on my ledge. I don't know why Rek gets so mad when that happens. Her rider always gives good skritches. » Even though Edyis doesn't, the brown adds, « So it's the same, » he's in agreement, pleased. « He's never made something like that for a girl. At least as he tells me. « He doesn't usually let other people know he can even do that. » Mention of smoozy greenriders with a slight protrusion of her tongue in his general direction, "not my type thank you very much." She grins then, "I think that is a definite possibility," she answers on dressing up. Her interest drawn as she drops the last of the ingredients in the pot, and pours the contents of a bottle into the pot after them. Ultimate weakness? Challenge accepted! To judge from that look she casts in his direction. Akluseth nods along in solidarity, « I don't get it either. Scritches are awesome. Ed has this stiff bristled brush she uses, makes you want to melt. » Though the last earns a stirring of chilly waters, « He prefers making things for men? » Who knew? « Oh, why doesn't he like people knowing? He's really good at it. »
"Who indeed?" Edyis replies blithely, the look of the sort that might mean the disappearance of clothing if it lingers too long. The pot is set to hang on its hook over the fire, the lid pulled over it. That done, she settles in a chair at the table, starting to undo the charmed ribbon woven through her hair, and kicking off her boots. "A little exhausting, all the catch up to get up to speed with Snowdrift, K'del's back but Niahvth and Roszadyth will both probably be taking to the sands soon enough." The charms and the ribbon scooped up and put into a small box. Her tunic gets peeled away, and tossed into the basket of dirty laundry, those pants too peeled off and set aside as she pulls on a nightgown of lighter fluttery fabric that hangs down to the knee. She settles onto his lap then, if he allows otherwise it's the couch she plops into. "The greenfields incident is still being investigated, naturally but it feels like for the moment things have settled." "Don't start something that will make you even more behind in your work," N'rek is casual in warning Edyis for that look, the man far too easy in outcome expectations. He watches her unwind from work and mostly fall silent as he listens, nodding here and there to things said. "How is K'del doing?" he asks now. "Even in Telgar, word has been getting around. It's noted when a Weyrleader gets stabbed in a Hold, of all places. That doesn't bode well for other Weyrleaders, you know?" He eyes that nightgown before he's leaning back when his lap is claimed. "Has is been any easier for you in your wing? Fitting in, I mean," he amends since she's mentioned about her workload. Roughened fingers trace over the fabric of her nightgown since she's so close to him as he shakes his head on Greenfields. "I'm concerned it happened at all," he murmurs on the familiar place as he draws a finger over the fabric. "He was lucky he didn't get stabbed well." "He is K'del, so he'll push himself more than he should, but the people who keep an eye on him will make sure he doesn't overdo it. I'm pretty sure at this point he's immortal." The lightness of her words at odds with the smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. For the wing, she is quiet for several minutes, considering. "Aside from a handful of people who are hard to get along with, it's not horrible. It just doesn't feel like I thought it would, if that makes sense. I think it just takes time to get close to people, maybe?" She seems uncertain, and it's easier to focus on Greenfields, and the trace of his fingers over the fabric. "You are right." She frowns, leaning her head against his shoulder, "I can't see a motive that makes any sense, not from the holder side anyway. Not unless they are planning to do away with the weyrs, and that's the more terrifying thought. An interval is just a break between passes." She sighs. "Isn't my job any more to try and figure it out either, but it still bothers me. I feel like there's some crucial pieces missing." "You mean this has happened to him before?" Rek looks dubious at this, frowning. He seems to get it on the wings and getting along, the man nodding once as he says, "I remember when I got tapped into the one I'm in," he relates, shaking his head. "I and one other were the only ones from my class my wing tapped, and the other one was someone I hated. He was a bully. Remember thinking that as soon I could, I would transfer. Took turns before that opportunity came, but by then, I had gotten to know my other wingmates and found them to be solid people. Made all that was my clutchmate insignificant standing next to them. It was worth me staying. Not saying the same will be true for you," he notes, "but, it doesn't hurt to look for the good things in that wing and see if it's something worth staying for. If not..." No shrug. N'rek seems to believe that Edyis knows where he's going with this. On Greenfields, with Ed laying her head down, "Best think it over and done with now," he murmurs close to her head, dropping a kiss into her hair. "He's back and that's all that matters. Whoever did it wouldn't be lingering, I would think. Even then, the Holds take care of their own." Beat. "That's if it was the hold involved, even," he adds with an unseen look. "All sorts pass through Holds in any given day." "Weyrwomen come and go, but that man is going to be around forever it would seem." A soft laugh at the dark joke. "To my knowledge it's the first time someone's actually tried to kill him, unless you count someone setting fire to his weyr." She listens there, tucked beneath his chin, nodding as he talks about his experience with his own wing. It's just a small nod, probably more felt than seen, but it's more agreement in the last than acknowledgement. "That's not the part that worries me so much." She admits, "It's the fact that we don't know that bothers me." But she seems content to let that go too. "You never really say much about that time." She notes, as one thought jumps to another connected by the frailest thread. "About after you left Lemos, but before you found Largath." It's an observation, not a question. Content to remain there, shifting just a little to get more comfortable. "His bronze will lose the Weyrleadership for him some day," N'rek notes, a touch even. "Shit like that's inevitable. Set fire to his weyr. Is this sort of behavior normal in the Reaches?" That must be a tease despite the straight face, too. He nods in understanding in not knowing who had stabbed K'del, and when Edyis makes the observation about him and Greenfields, "Not much to tell," he says, the shrug probably felt. "I was fortunate to be one of those that didn't spend a lot of time living there off of their generosity. I made my way as a handyman before riders from Telgar searched me. Sometimes I wonder if it could've been Jo there instead of me that day. She'd be over there and maybe I'd end up here in the Reaches. Or not. Maybe I'd still be at Greenfields or had moved on. It was a quiet time for me then. I spoke little." "Mm, ever the optimist aren't you." She teases, but she falls quiet again listening."Do you wonder out of curiosity, or out of a desire for things to be different?" She ask curious, sitting up and slipping off his lap to go check the pot. "You and Jo talk about that place very differently." she notes brow furrowing, she stirs the pot. Something unreadable in her expression flickers then, when he mentions that quiet period, glancing over her shoulder to study him. "Because you had nothing to say, or because the people you were around wouldn't have listened?" She wonders then. "Realist," Rek says, laughing as his trails his palms up her back. Once Ed gets up from his lap, he answers on wondering, "I don't know if the Reaches is the place for me. Maybe, if I was much younger....I think things ended up the way they should be. Jo and I had different lives," he explains to why they speak of the hold differently. "Before Greenfields. I guess I'm not much for holds," he admits wryly - maybe a bit sheepishly. "Other than the one my family was in. I wasn't the most friendly person back then, so, that accounts to the silence, too. Took a long while for me to trust people again, you know? It wasn't that they wouldn't listen," he goes on to say as he watches her with the stew. "It's that at the time, I was more into my own drama than any of theirs." "Mm, I am told they can be fun in bed." She teases him, of being a realist, but there's an odd twist to her smile when he talks about the weyr. "Anyplace can be confining, but the Holds often feel especially so sometimes. Seems like though, no matter where you go you just wind up exchanging one set of limitations for another when you go from one place to the next." She smiles at him, in the last. "I somehow can't quite picture you with drama. I feel like there is a story here that you aren't sharing." When she's satisfied that everything is cooked through, two bowls are pulled down, and filled. Two mugs are procured as well, padding over to the liquor cabinet and the small stack of small kegs beside it. "Name your poison, I've got a nice Nabolese cider, and some of that Bark beer from the place you showed me. And of course the usual assortment of wines and spirits." "You've heard from a good source, then," N'rek counters, his smile full of sensual promise. On stories unshared, however, there's quiet chuckle and a "I've done some things in my life. It's not something I like to dwell on since I've got Largath. Things I try to even keep from him. I'm not like that anymore. Maybe someday." Someday he'll tell her, but for now it's not something the Telgari lingers on. Now there's food, which lightens his brief mood considerably as he straightens up at the table. On naming poisons, "That Nabolese cider any good?" he asks as he leans over from where he sits in an attempt to see the bottles where Edyis stands. A basket of crusty rolls, with soft centers is carried over to the table and set down, "Someday." She echoes softly, though it's his smile that seems to garner more attention than the promise. The bowls are brought over next and there's a dark laugh for his question. "Would I keep anything in the place that wasn't? Well unless you mean the decoy bottles." She teases cheerily, and since he has questioned the quality of her native faire both mugs are filled from one of the small kegs. A pale golden liquid that smells faintly sweet and effervesces slightly. "So how about you? What goes on in your part of the world these days?" She asks, settling into one of the chairs to eat.
"Truth is, I made a small fortune on hatching bets. I had an old friend down south who ran afoul during his days in the Vintercraft, but was also the sort of crazy old codger who couldn't give up what he loved. He can't sell it openly without grief from the craft, so I bought a few bottles and passed it around, people got a taste for it and Alida turned it into a real business, where we could trade one good thing for another. So, I always keep an eye out for artisans, like your friend at the bar." She grins, "It's been a long time since my days lockpicking weyr doors and wine cabinets to get a hand on the exceptional stuff." She smiles as she listens, "Isn't your senior due to rise soon? Or am I mistaken?" "Right place, right time," N'rek seems impressed by the story, nodding as he watches her. "Makes sense why you were asking about the bar in Telgar. Is it really good marks? Is it slow to make profit?" He digs into the food now, nodding his approval over the meal before he says, "This beats anything I've had back home. I thank you for this, really." And then there's talk of Telgari golds and he launches into that, animated in the sharing of news between the Reaches and his own home - and - in the sharing of a meal together. "I have been rather lucky in life in some respects." She concurs, "It is steady enough, I need to find someone I can trust to pick up some of the slack, but Alida is slow to trust anybody." But he gets a considering look for it. And for his thanks he gets a huge grin. And so, the evening all told, is a very pleasant one spent with good food, better drink, and excellent company. |
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Tela (08:50, 26 September 2015 (PDT)) said...
Ooh, pretty. *gets distracted by the bookcase* So pretty!
(I followed the links and just want to know who N'rek made this for! http://bit.ly/1KWHosY Or is that in Ed's future?!)
Squishy (10:04, 26 September 2015 (PDT)) said...
- facepalms, oh so very much.*
Faryn (10:25, 26 September 2015 (PDT)) said...
Oh my god Tela.
N'rek (12:33, 26 September 2015 (PDT)) said...
D: What the---? *DIES* Oh Tela~
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