Logs:The Fuck-Up with Faryn
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| RL Date: 5 September, 2015 |
| Who: K'zin, Telavi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'zin confesses the unfortunate events that followed Roszadyth's flight to Telavi the next morning. Her 'after' story is much better and less humiliating. |
| Where: Hot Springs, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 26, Month 9, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Faryn/Mentions, Mielline/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, T'mic/Mentions, T'volt/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Very backdated. |
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| The scent of the forge is distinctively different than that of firestone even if both smoky stenches cling and require a thorough soaking (and even then one can't fully be free of either when a regular part of one's life). The forge is today's reason for asking Solith to have Tela meet K'zin at the springs and he hurries to strip down (his dragon then himself) to join the greenrider in the water. "Sorry I'm later than I thought," not by 'so much' but enough that even if Tela had run late, she still would have beaten him. "I was on my way out when one of the journeymen caught me to explain <something tech-y about smithing that definitely says K'zin is still a nerd> and it took longer than I thought." He moves with the practiced ease of the long involved to greet his not-weyrmate with a kiss before settling beside her. "Oh? <something something that proves that Tela actually pays attention to smith nerdiness when K'zin does it>" She doesn't immediately dump the sweetsand on his sweaty self, but rather scoots closer in to smile up at him, and even get another kiss before she leans back; her hair's still braided, and braided high, no minerally dunking destined-- or at least intended-- for it tonight. "Have you seen Quinlys since yesterday? If you haven't, stay out of sight, she's cranky again." "Haven't, won't if I can help it," K'zin answers of the redheaded taskmaster after nodding to Tela's words of his smithery. "I can't exactly blame her for being cranky. Flame golds, their flights, and their bevy of babies all too soon to be our responsibility. Not even sure why we bothered transferring wings," he tells her frankly, leaning to press lips to the side of her throat. "Did you find someone after the flight? Sorry for not finding you." It's a little sheepish, but only a little, since these things happen. Flights. Golds. Eggs. Weyrlings. Cycle of their lives. "I..." Maybe it's his question that's distracting; maybe it's his lips; more likely it's teamwork. "I looked for you," Tela confesses even though things really do happen, "but someone had spilt something on my dress, and it was red." Therefore, tragedy. He knows. She wiggles her toes in the water, just about but not quite out, in a splishy-splashy sort of way. "She was fun in a handsy sort of way. I'm... not exactly sure I know what her name was though? Something-something, two syllables." Maybe? She looks at K'zin as though that might be sufficient clue. "Well, for sure, it wasn't 'Fa-ryn'." K'zin answers with a sigh and a look that verges on ashamed, leaning to kiss Tela's neck again, "Glad you had fun, anyway," with just the slightest emphasis on 'you'. The first reference might be misleading since, certainly, later on Nicaith was guest on Rasavyth's ledge which can really only mean one thing in their world. "No? Why couldn't it be 'Fa-ryn,'" wonders Telavi, rolling the 'r' into 'Farrryn' with increasing enjoyment, reaching up to ruffle his hair at the back of his neck. "You make her sound like a nice girl. And flowers." "Because 'Fa-ryn' was waiting for a ride to T'mic's ledge when I happened upon her and-- well, she ended up captive in my weyr." K'zin reaches up a hand to scrub across his face, awkward. "I wanted-- well, you know, but then she was insisting and I started feeling more myself by the time we got to the ledge and so I was just going to change since I didn't even get all the way dressed when we were interrupted," inconsiderate gold, "and get a drink because I needed a drink," surely, Tela can understand this? "But then that bronze asshole decided he wouldn't come back to the ledge once we were there. And we were trapped. And she sent me to my room," which is a conclusion that has him blushing probably more than if he were confessing one of his post-flight hook-ups per the Relationship Rules. Tela continues to play with his hair, soothingly; her expressions change, of course they do, until they wind up with a wide-eyed wondering, "...Sent you to your room?!" that is the next thing to delighted. Poor K'zin. Never mind that she wouldn't have liked to have wound up captive-- probably-- at least, not when it's not the fun way, not before Solith-- all's well that ends well, right? "I guess when Ras figured out I really wasn't going to seduce her into it when she didn't want to, he took pity on me and called Ty like I'd asked. Poor Ty, really, having to play elevator dragon and then have me less than lucid from the amount of whiskey there was. I thought, before I knew he was coming, the only way to survive it with her-- doing things out in the cavern and me doing similar things in the bedroom, was to get plastered beyond ability to function. I imagined Wingleader Mielline would understand. Duties are always odd after golds rise." K'zin sighs once all those words are out, bursting as they were to get so. "That is so sad," Telavi sighs, if with a historical lack of pity for T'volt. "I'm surprised," so many possibilities before, "you aren't hungover still, really. And," well, no, not blue. "Did she?" "She did, but Faryn didn't, I don't think. I really feel awful. It's all kind of a blur now, but it's been so long since I had to apologize for Ras being an asshole, I'd nearly forgotten how shitty it feels." K'zin briefly bares his teeth. "If this is a return to old habits," the bronzerider's eyes go speculatively to his lifemate, expression sour. He sighs again and splashes some water on his face. "Going to go pick some flowers for her to apologize. Faryn, not Mielline," is clarified before Tela can twist the words some clever way or another. His isn't a smile, and Telavi isn't smiling now either, but she doesn't show her teeth. Just, "Ugh," folding her arms to sink a little deeper into the water. Instead of Rasavyth, "Stupid golds. She'll stand again, I suppose. I mean, after the ban and everything, and things, it would be strange if she didn't. I hope she didn't take it personally." K'zin's sigh answers Tela's hope. "Guess we'll see." That's really all they can do at this point, isn't it? It doesn't stop K'zin from trying to gather Telavi into a hug, face pressing against her neck to take a moment of comfort before he has to release her to brave the rest of the world again. At least in the hot springs, it's not so bad. |
Comments
Squishy (00:14, 12 October 2015 (PDT)) said...
Yeah even now, the whole thing makes me giggle.
Faryn (00:24, 12 October 2015 (PDT)) said...
The best confessions are the ones where you didn't do anything wrong.
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