Logs:Not My Cliff
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| RL Date: 10 August, 2011 |
| Who: Riorde, Warucori |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Riorde indulges in a little sunbathing until Warucori drives her away. |
| Where: Diving Cliff, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 16, Month 6, Turn 26 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Warm sunshine and cloudless skies make for a beautiful day and pleasantly warm evening. A breeze tempers the heat with no humidity lingering in the air. |
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| Either it's her rest day, or she's finished with chores, or she's skipping them altogether. Riorde has been here long enough to get comfortable, sprawled out in the sun on what was once a ledge and is now a sunny lookout, face-down on an old blanket she's brought along and using her shirt as a pillow for her head. Besides her loose hair, made a warmer shade of brown in the bright sunlight, her back is bare, and with the way her eyes shut, she could well be dozing. Up the cliffside tromps Cori in her silly sandals and matching beach hat. The soft flick-flick of the footwear against her feet announce Cori coming--watchout! Under her arm is a scroll and over her shoulder a towel and she has a basket. "Hello there. Don't mind some company do you?" Surely there must be room enough for another person to come sun worship. Riorde stirs minutely at first, only a flicker of awareness passing across the face that's turned away from the narrow stairs. Then, when Warucori speaks to her, the girl blinks open her eyes and lifts her head, turning it to indulge Warucori in a long, sleepy stare. "You're not diving," she states as she notices what the rider's brought up with her. "Not my cliff." She doesn't give permission since it's not hers to give; what she says is a concession instead. "Not diving yet." Cori answers with a giggle. The towel gets spread out and she arranges her long self onto the cloth while watching the girl curiously, "You're not diving either?" After an adjustment of the hat to keep her face out of the sun she fusses with the basket she's been so careful with, "I don't own the cliff anymore than you do. And you /were/ here first." She's not sitting too close mind you, to allow the other some privacy at least. Out of the basket comes a flask and a wooden mug. It never occurred to Riorde to bring a hat. She squints against the sun, and the creases that form at the corners of her eyes are deep enough to indicate long habit. "Not yet." After a minute, she lets her head fall again, which muffles her words. "You're not the first to come up. There've been divers all afternoon." Warucori grins cheerfully and in silence as she mixes a bit from the flask with what's in the mug. A little stir around indicates something more than just liquid inside but something that clinks and rattles against the wood. A quick sample and the flask is tucked away before she speaks again. "Did that big minecraft-candidate lad make it up? I heard him boasting last night and again this morning." Her quick look around the cliffs and over at the lake she can see bellow doesn't locate the hefty youth in question. "How would I know?" Riorde is apparently not in a mood to be accommodating. Speaking directly down into rock and blanket dampens the edge of her grumble, but it's still audible. "I haven't been paying attention," she admits after a few long moments, turning her head again to face Warucori. "They leave me alone, I leave them alone, everyone's happy." A hint, perhaps. Not put off by the tone, Warucori sips her drink and admires the view and asks, "So, you only keep to your own kind then? I mean, don't really mingle with any others?" This puzzles her if nothing else, "You live in the dorms with them, right? The candidates?" Oh, what a pain in the ass she is, but all smiles too. When Riorde speaks again, it's in a flat tone of voice that could be bored were it not for the edge of annoyance clearly audible. "What does it matter who I mingle with? If you take a look around, you'll see who I was with -- no one." Now the hint is blatant. She sits up, twisting away as she does to present Warucori with her back until her tunic's over her head. Shrugging into it, Riorde glances back. "Just because we live together doesn't make us one big happy family." Cori watches the girl, interested, curious, maybe a little eager, but she lets the silence fill in the space when the other woman displays her obvious desire not to be bothered. Instead she sips her drink and stretches out her bronzed legs to soak up a bit more of the sun. In time, when the tunic is on, she asks "You're not?" Happy family. "Why not? I mean, do you not want to make friends?" Riorde doesn't gives Warucori an answer at first outside of a long (and this time not particularly friendly) stare. "I have friends," she says eventually in a tone that is meant to dissuade further questions. And, to ensure that no more can come even if Warucori hasn't gotten -- or has ignored -- the message, Riorde stands, picks up her blanket, and starts to pick her way back down the narrow stairs carved into the cliff, calling back behind her with sarcastic ill-humour, "Enjoy your sun." Warucori returns Riorde's look, friendly in the face of that stare and smiles at her, "Yeah, you seem really friendly to me. I'm not sure why I questioned you at all." Pointed, but followed by a laugh. "Toodles." A wiggle-fingered wave follows after the crabby girl. |
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