Logs:Not H'vier's Helping Hand
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| RL Date: 24 October, 2015 |
| Who: H'vier, K'zin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Two bronzeriders going stag to a hatching feast. |
| Where: Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 4, Month 2, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Telavi/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Crass boys are crass. |
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>---< Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr(#350RIJMas) >-------------------------<
Stalactites hang high above this enormous cavern like a jagged chandelier
or an inversion of the Spires themselves, but shadows cling to them
instead of light. Below lie great tables arranged in rows, each large
enough to serve a fighting wing, while in the nooks and alcoves around the
cavern's edge sit more sensibly-sized tables, from six- and eight-seaters
down to intimate spots for just a couple of diners. The only really open
space is around the kitchen entrance, smelling of food and rarely quiet,
and by the nearby serving tables with their long buffet of the day's
offerings.
Tapestries on the smooth walls -- some faded and others newly woven --
only slightly mute the sea of sound when a meal is in full swing, but they
add cheerfulness augmented by the glowlight from wall sconces and the
centerpieces of each table. Still, shadows always creep along the ceiling
and into the mouths of the exits -- the myriad small hallways at one end
of the cavern and, at the other, the twisting tunnel to the bowl near an
array of coathooks and and hatracks -- and late at night, when the glows
are allowed to dim, the chamber can seem very dark indeed. K'zin's skulking. It's not really the thing to do at a hatching feast, but probably this member of Tundra wing is feeling a wee bit guilty that he's not at the barracks helping out with the second batch of wee ones to arrive there within the last month. Tonight, skulking takes the form of toting a drink and lingering against the wall, like a boy who can't find a dance partner, or who isn't brave enough to ask for one. H'vier isn't skulking, really. He's just drinking. A lot. He started during the hatching, and since there's more booze set out here, he'll just keep that going until he can't anymore. His path takes him along the wall, though, and he doesn't immediately get annoyed at the sight of K'zin. Small miracles. "Hey, there, kiddo" he says, sounding oddly chipper, "You kind of look like a boy who got caught touching himself. It's okay, you know. Everyone does it." K'zin's lips press together in a suppressed smile, but one that reaches his cheeks and eyes anyway. "Some of us more than others, old man," returns the younger man with a pointed lift of brows. He sips on his drink, "Good hatching. No one died or didn't get hatched," he comments in the way of small talk. "Ain't that the truth. But not all of us have a girl waiting around for us to need a helping hand." H'vier grins at the younger bronzerider as he settles back against the wall and lets out a sigh. "Guess you probably won't tonight, either, though, will you." It's not a question because H'vier has already figured he knows the answer. "Nope. Babies are cockblocks. But I'm a lucky man for having her." K'zin glances at H'vier before looking around the room. "Are you in need of a wingman?" It's a dubious sort of question, but one that carries a little bit of amusement and even a little odd eagerness. "Indeed, you are. I've sometimes hoped Reisoth might catch Solith again." Somehow he doesn't seem to intend for the comment to be baiting, just agreement that the greenrider is a woman worth wanting. "And I guess unless you're interested in being invited to the after party, I might need someone else to complete the night." Did H'vier really just suggest what it sounds like he suggested? "Yeah, well," K'zin manages not to be a big idiot about it, "I'd settle for just once for Rasavyth catching her." He gives the older bronzerider a lopsided grin. "I'm unavailable, but I was a shelling good wingman back in the day," before he became all attached. "Are you looking for my sort of company or something in a skirt?" There's no judgment in the question, just collecting the kind of information he'll need to be just what he's claimed. H'vier doesn't say anything for a few moments, taking a drink and scanning the people who are closest to them. Then he turns his gaze on K'zin and starts to push away from the wall. "You know what? I think I've changed my mind. I can find my way. Enjoy your night, K'zin." And just like that, the older bronzerider is walking off toward one of the drink tables. |
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