Logs:No Tears Here
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| RL Date: 1 November, 2015 |
| Who: Pia, Silva |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Pia's had a good day. Silva, not so much. |
| Where: Bathing Cavern, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 28, Month 2, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Edyis/Mentions, L'sha/Mentions, R'vel/Mentions, S'rin/Mentions |
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| A full six weeks into weyrlinghood (and that advantage of several sevens over the younger group) have given Pia a certain amount of confidence. Luishaeth's not the needy type, which helps; there's a certain amount of freedom in that. Thus, following the day's classes, the greenrider can be found in the bathing pools, soaking up the heat in a way that speaks more to pampering than productive cleansing. Her hair-- recently cut short by Weyrlingmaster fiat-- clings in lank tendrils about her face, but her expression, as she lounges back? Beatific. Silva um. Well, she's covered in blood. It's probably not Zaisyreth's fault, because the little blue is about as calm and peaceful as anyone could have wished. But there are others and now Silva is paying the price. It's in her hair, and smeared across her clothing. She even wore a nice necklace for the day that has a stricking blue jewel in it to match Zaisyreth, and now it looks muddy-brown between the red and blue. There's a trickle of tears streaming down her cheeks but she's the kind to cry silently, so it takes a direct look at her face to catch it. Without fanfare she moves to a corner where she can start repairing the damage. Ok. So much for Pia's nice little relaxation hour, but it's fine; truly, from the moment those luminous eyes open and catch sight of the other weyrling, she's probably even forgotten what she did have in mind. That she's naked is plainly not something that bothers her as she wades across the pool towards Silva's corner. "Silva?" It's surprisingly subdued, given Pia's, uh, ebullient nature. "Do you want some help?" Silva didn't realize the other rider is there, so she jumps when Pia speaks aloud. It's just a little hop-skip and it gets followed by Silva reaching upwards to try to wipe the tears away. Crying? Who was crying. Not her. It owuld be more effective if Silva's hands weren't covered in the blood also. "Oh ew..." She shakes herself and turns on Pia. "Um... a little. I just... it fell and like..." She's not making much sense. "It's so gross, isn't it?" There's Pia's cheerfulness again, matched with a smile as she gestures towards the pool. "Might as well just get out of all of that and start clean. You'll feel so much better afterwards!" Tears don't bother the greenrider, plainly, who may well have simply missed them altogether. Or she's being kind-slash-polite-slash-intentionally-oblivious. "I'll get some soap-sand." "Yeah, I don't know how Zaisy can deal with it, because, like, gross." She's going to lean on as much kindness as Pia will offer altogether. Settling herself on the edge of the pool she begins to pull off her clothing. Modesty isn't going to matter when she is dirty guys. DIRTY. "If he wasn't like, the best..." Zaisyreth that is, "Everyone tried to tell me but I didn't believe them." :( "Right? But, I mean, I guess they like to eat it, and I can't blame them because that's the way they are, but it's still gross." Pia is, of course, far too cheerful about it-- but she's also wading back across the pool to fetch the soap-sand, so it's not all bad. "But he's worth it, right?" she wonders, as she gets back. "I know Lui is. I mean, she's kind of grumpy? But she's mine." And also the best, so Zaisyreth better be on notice. "Of course! He's so pretty and like perfect and everything." Because the fact that Zaisyreth is so pretty is pretty much a huge mark upwards in Silva's book. Taking up the soap-sand Silva begins to rub the soap into her hair. "I guess just like..." Her hands twist slightly as hints that Silva actually doesn't think she's the bomb all the time peeks through, "I don't want to like, mess it up." Pia's confidence may or may not be reassuring. "You won't," she promises, firmly. "Because you love him. So you'll learn the bits you don't know, and you'll... cut up meat for him, even though it's gross. And you'll shovel his poop and cut your hair." Was that a wistful sigh? "And all of it. Because you love him. Or, anyway, that's how I feel. I didn't really think of a dragon as being a person, before Lui found me. She was... supposed to be a means to an end, you know? But she's not. She's so much more." With some of the worst of the blood splatter off Silva sinks downwards into the water. There will be no talk of cutting hair because that just might make Silva cry again. "I know, like... to be honest... the only dragon I met was the really scary one that what's-her-name poked at me before being all like 'have a knot!" Silva didn't get out and about to dragons much. "But Zaisy's all like... his own person you know? I wonder if real guys are like, the same." "Akluseth seemed really nice, but I still didn't really think about it," breezes Pia, floating a short distance away. Now, however, she tilts her head to glance back at Silva. "Have you... not spent much time talking to real guys? Because shells but you're missing out. They can be dumb, but they're also-- not dumb." Silva should probably bother learning names beyond those of her weyrling class. It might endear her to others more. But no, not just yet. "I mean, like I have, but it was kinda all flirting. It wasn't like we were talking. S'rin doesn't really count, cuz he's like gay. So." A shrug of her shoulders. Clearly, because he likes guys takes the other blue weyrling out of the guy rotation somehow. "And my autna nd parents worked really hard to make sure it wasn't anything but like, casual." Pia laughs, merrily. "Well, boys are just like girls," she promises. "All kinds of personalities. And flirting is fun, but that's not the only reason to interact with them. Are you sure S'rin's gay?" Pia, who must have been his classmate back a the Hall at least for some part of their apprenticeships, makes a face. "Anyway, since we're not supposed to be flirting anyway, now would be a good time to try to get to know some of them. L'ton's nice. So's V'ret. You'll be fine." "Very." Silva is so very sure that S'rin is gay that she can't even. SEriously. "I mean, like, I even met his boyfriend though like," a line forms between her eyebrows, a tiny frown. "I guess they can't be together now. That's a little sad, they looked so cute! L'sha," just in case Pia wanted to know the name of the said boyfriend. "Does it like, ever feel weird to you? Like, all of this?" A finger curls around gesturing at the whole of the weyr and being a new-rider thing. "For a few months," points out Pia; romantic at heart. "And then they can be together again! I bet the reunion will be super sweetly adorable." One hand lifts to tug at the short-cropped ends of her hair, her expression more thoughtful for this new line of questioning. "All the time," she admits. "A few months ago, I'd never even dreamed about Impressing, right? I was going to be a Master, one day, and everyone would be using my maps, and it would be amazing. But this-- now I get both, just probably not the Master part, I guess. But it's harder than I expected it would be. Different." "We should like... throw them a reunion party when it comes to it!" Whatever sadness Silva might be feeling over the bloody start she had is gone, as she gets swept up into thoughts of throwing parties. "We could have food and invite everyone! Then like, after we have all had fun we could all suddenly go and they'd be alone and... it would be perfect." Poor S'rin. She sighs slightly at the thought. "I didn't really like.. think about it. I um. Haven't told my parents yet. They didn't like, even know I was standing." Pia is not the right person to talk Silva out of this kind of thing: "What a lovely idea! I'm sure they'll be delighted." Whatever reservations the greenrider might have had over S'rin's sexuality have been set aside; she's pleased. The rest, however, draws a furrow to her brow. And, "You should write to them. I think they'd want to know. I'd want to know. My parents were confused but also excited for me, though I think it helped that my Craftmasters were so on board with the whole thing. I don't know. It's not as if they can do anything if you're unhappy. You don't think your aunt would have told them?" It's going to happen now, as soon as the relationship thing is lifted from the weyrlings. Silva's hands come up to try to find some non-existant lock of hair to twist. Alas, no hair there. So she drops the hand again and draws a picture in the soapsand. "She didn't. Cuz like, I'm from Tillek, and there was that whole ban-on-searching thing. So... like, we didn't say anything. I dunno, I'll tell them some time." Abruptly she turns the conversation back to the greenrider. "So like, what is coming in lessons and stuff?" Since she's a little head of the younger weyrlings. 'Some time.' Pia may not be convinced by that particular line of argument, but she abandons it, leaning back into the water to half-float, one foot lifting out to point toes towards the ceiling; all very artistic. "It's good! There's so much to learn, I had no idea. About dragon anatomy, and etiquette and how Weyrs work and things. We had to take exams, too, but that was no problem." Mostly no problem. "Luishaeth doesn't sleep so much, too, and that's fun, and I don't think she's growing as fast. Maybe she'll stay tiny forever." "Seriously. I mean, like, I think my brain is going to break from everything." Yet she has the latest fashions memorized and never blinked an eye on it. "Thank Faranth for Zaisy, he like, remembers everything for me." Her conversation gets paused as she dips down below the water and then pops back up, wiping water from her ryes. "I know! Zaisy's already like, almost as tall long as I am standing. I can't pick him up any more." Woe. "I keep reminding myself that my apprenticeship went for turns and turns but this is only one turn, so I guess there's a lot to fit in." Pia does not sound daunted... but then, she never does, not really. "I miss being able to keep Lui in my lap. I guess she's probably smaller than Zaisyreth, but only just. There's so much more to oil. It's hard to imagine how big they'll be eventually." Silva will just be daunted for both of them, okay? "I know! But, like, I don't mind oiling him. I found this essential oil to mix in with that nonsense they gave us, and now it smells divine. He loves it too. Like, right after I oil him it's kinda like he shimmers." Zaisyreth, Silva's newest and best accessory. "I'm already planning my wardrobe so it matches him." "Oh how sweet!" Pia, approving, though she does not seem inclined to follow suit and match herself to Luishaeth's murky dark green hide. "I'm sure you'll like amazing together, once you're up on his back and flying and--" Her sigh is contented. "I just hop Lui is smooth in the air. I hear some of them aren't, and that would just be awful for my plans." Could it be that Silva hadn't actually considered flying? It's quite possible with the way her eyes get big. "I," wordless for a few moments. "Oh um. I'm sure she'll be fine. Like, aren't they born to fly? What are your plans?" DEFLECTION. Pia is, just for a moment, silent. Watchful. But... Silva asked about her plans, and clearly, she cannot resist. "I'm going to fly with Tundra, the wing that's for crafters? And I'll make maps from the air. It'll be so much better than making them from the sea, or from the ground, because I'll be able to see different perspectives, and that..." She gives a little wiggle of joy. "It's absolutely perfect. I don't think I'd have agreed to Stand if I didn't know that I could do something so productive rather than... well, all the sweeps and everything." When Pia's not looking Silva raises an eyebrow. Slightly judgemental. But she is trying to be nice, so she doesn't express her thought at Pia's plans. (It sounds like a lot of work to Silva.) "That sounds, fun." Yes, that totally sounds nice. "I guess I hadn't like, thought about it." "Well..." Pia turns a genuine smile back on Silva. "It's still ages away, I guess, but you'll have to think about it eventually. I think all the wings do different things? I guess we'll learn more about that over time, but R'vel-- he's my mentor-- promised me I'd have a place in Tundra." Which, plainly, pleases her immensely. Still, glancing down at her toes? "I'm beginning to prune, so I'm getting out. You'll be okay, now?" "Sure!" There is a lot of things Silva hasn't thought about and she's going to have to at some point. Otherwise all of Weyrlinghood is going to be one big unplesant suprise after another. She plasters a smile on her face and waves towards Pia. "Can't get pruny! It would totally not look good on you." She waves her hand, all sorts of seemingly just peachy Q. Pia's own smile is a genuine one, and without implication of concern or regret. But then she turns to wade her way back towards the edge of the pool, to find her clothes and towel, and to get herself back to her bad-tempered green. |
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