Logs:Not a ''Deviant''
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| RL Date: 12 April, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Laine |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Edyis looks for advice about... preferences. Laine is helpful. |
| Where: Hatching Galleries, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: 4D 7M 37T I10, summer night |
| Mentions: Barnabas/Mentions, Jo/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to edit, correct, and alter away! |
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>---< Hatching Galleries, High Reaches Weyr(#290RJs) >-----------------------<
Ringing the southwestern side of the hatching sands are ample tiers of
carved stone benches, the lowest of which is some six feet off the ground
-- just high enough to separate wayward hatchlings from unwary viewers,
and vice versa. A metal railing on the outside helps prevent anyone from
falling off; it also extends up the stairs that lead the way higher into
the galleries. While most of the area is open seating, ropes section off
some of the closer tiers when dignitaries are expected; those areas even
feature cushions in the Weyr's blue and black.
The higher one climbs, the more apparent the immense scale of the entire
cavern becomes. The dragon-sized entrance on the ground is dwarfed by the
expansive golden sands that glitter in the light. Everything on them is
easily visible from the galleries, whether that's a clutch of eggs and a
broody queen, or simply its emptiness and the handful of darker tunnels
that lead to more private areas than the bowl. Wherever one sits or looks,
however, one thing is constant: the overwhelming, suffocating heat.
Commands: +list/eggs It's a pleasant summer night, late, the air sweet and warm and the skies cloudless. Dark fell an hour or so ago, and so the hatching galleries, too, are dim and the tiered benches empty, save for one pool of light cast from a basket of glows. There's one figure next to that half-sheathed glow, knees drawn tight and chin resting on folded hands, so it hard to tell who it is or whether they're even still awake. Other than the heavy breath, or should there be any activity below from the clutchparents on the sand, it's quiet. Sleep has never been an easy thing for Edyis, especially of late, so it probably isn't too surprising to find her wandering about the weyr this late at night. Book tucked under arm; she lifts the glows to spot the figure already present in the silence and dark of the galleries. "Guess this place gets more traffic with eggs on the sands." A soft voice lilts, as the scribes' sure steps, carry her over to where the other person sits. "Mind some company?" Laine lifts her head and orientates toward the stairs when footsteps break that stillness. It's hard to see anything beyond the light cast from a hand-held hanging basket of glows, so the tanner doesn't speak until she recognizes the voice behind the light. "Edyis," she says, and it's spoken with a breath of something like relief. She lowers her chin again to those intertwined fingers and pulls her knees closer to her chest, but nods. "Sit. Can't sleep?" "No, though there isn't anything new about that. I suppose there is more to think about these days though." She studies the tanner askance as she sets the basket to the side, plopping into the seat next to her friend. "You shouldn't worry, it will all be over before you know it. And you'll have all the boys and or girls fawning over your new dragon." The one-time scribe proposes gently, bracing her hands behind her and leaning back on them. Angling her head so she can still cradle it on her hands while watching Edyis seat herself, Laine yawns widely. "Not worrying. Just-- had to get out of there for a bit." The corner of her mouth curls, wryly. "Pretty sure the last thing they want is anyone fawning over anyone, post-Impression. Lessons say so." Those grey eyes half-lid and Laine peers at Edyis from under dark lashes. There's another jaw-popping yawn. "Plus, I'm bad at fawning." "Emotions are confusing enough for people let alone baby dragons." Is recited in a perfect monotone. Edyis chuckles at the admission, "You, at least don't seem to be afraid of any of it." Emotions she must mean, "It could be worse, you could discover one day that you are inexplicably attracted to all the wrong sorts of people." Sigh. "I don't get it, how any of that seems, so natural to people. Just makes me feel awkward and feel like I suddenly need to scrub out my brain with soap." Hold girls, aren't they wonderful? There's a low laugh for that deadpan delivery, but Laine falls silent while Edyis speaks. Her dark eyebrows knit in sympathetic consternation, and she's quiet for a long moment even after her companion has stopped speaking. She offers, eventually, quietly, "Don't think there's a wrong sort to like. Unless they're old tattooed strangers in the greenhouse." That's definitely the wrong sort. She hesitates, then admits her confusion. "Any of what, Edyis?" "I told you; it was a rather attractive scarred up bluerider, and it was fucking playing with fire is what it was." She is sharply vehement on that point. "Just wait until you meet Jo and you will see what I mean." Are her ears faintly red? Might be hard to tell in this light. "I don't have a thing for Bones, just thought his ink was pretty cool." Though, perhaps at the word older her ears are more faintly red. "Relationships, the opposite sex... or I guess even the same sex... all of it just..." There's a low almost frustrated growl in her throat. "I mean... hell, you saw those belly dancers... Tell me your brain was the picture of innocence after that." While Edyis speaks, Laine unfolds. Fingers, hands, arms uncrossing, legs stretched, feet rolling to shake out ankles; the tanner becomes a person again, gradually, as she straightens on the bench and flattens her palms on either side of her. But she's listening the whole time, with a back-of-the-throat hmm here and there. "You didn't tell me," Laine points out, mildly, but ignores that point in favour of rolling her shoulders in what might be a shrug. "You don't wanna know what I thought of those belly dancers." It's spoken with a smile in her voice even if it's not visible in the dark. "It's confusing," Laine agrees. "I kind of do, actually." Edyis murmurs finally, "I want to know that I am not some odd deviant, who only feels attracted to dangerous or strange people." Of not telling, she frowns, "I don't like admitting it because it seems like once you admit out loud that you are attracted to someone in that way, things change and become far more complicated. People look at you differently. Like there's this line you can't uncross." "You're not a deviant." Laine's voice turns stiff, her posture closing as she crosses her arms again. She's quiet like this for some time, chewing on her lip, before she says, more softly, "Are you worried that you're going to get hurt? Hurt hurt. Not, like, boo-hoo-my-sad-feelings hurt." The real kind of hurt, the kind that brings friends like Laine around ready to return the favour. But she sits there, lip caught in her teeth, thinking. And says, eventually, matter-of-fact, "Things are always going to be different and complicated. Whatever sort you like." "Why are holders so messed up Laine?" She asks in response to Laine's stiff assertion. "Is it so wrong to want both? Why do we get taught that one is wrong? When it isn't at all." At the mention of hurt, the small scribe swallows hard. "That's a part of it I think, but I'm also afraid of panicking and hurting the other person. And why this is something that is seeping into my thoughts now of all times..." Laine doesn't have an answer to that. Just another wordless shrug, arms still wrapped around her chest. And more silence, all the more marked for the hush in the hatching galleries. Her chin drops to her chest and she watches her boots as she scuffs at the floor. "Lots of change, lately. Maybe it makes sense you've been thinking about it." The silence has Edyis pulling her knees up to her chest. Just sitting there in the quiet, that seems just to weigh down. "Have you ever?" Had a crush, kissed, had sex... really the scribe leaves the question open-ended. "Depends," Laine chuckles, an unexpectedly loud and throaty noise as she sweeps her legs back and under the bench. "On the question." She's not going to let Edyis get away with vagueness. Nor is she going to let her get away with one-sided secrets: "One for one. I'll tell, you tell." Edyis contemplates that, looking around, but it's just the dragons growing in the eggs, and who are they going to tell? "First kiss was during a gold flight when I was living in Monaco. I bit him when I realized it was the flight." She laughs at the memory. "I've never... well that's about the limit of my experience." She admits with a flush. "Tend to be attracted to people that it would be a bad idea to pursue such things with... " "I was eleven," Laine says, and there's a sad, wistful note in her voice, "When I kissed a boy. His name was Shaus and he was twelve." The tanner sighs and she tips her head back so she's blinking up into the dark. She wipes the back of her hand across her face, then there's a skewed sideways glance at Edyis as Laine props herself forward on the bench. "I was sixteen when I kissed a girl. Her name was Saskia. You bit him?" Then there's another tight-lipped sort of frown, but Laine's already said her piece on the wrong and right kinds of people to like, so she doesn't repeat herself. Edyis brows draw faintly together at the first name, as though she recognizes it but isn't entirely sure why. It seems dismissed though in favor of listening to the rest of the story. "I panicked ok? We were... close and I realized that it wasn't me that wanted it, it was dragon flight induced hormones that wanted it, so I did the first thing that came to mind." Laine puffs her cheeks full with air then breathes it all out at once in a whuff. "I mean-- that's one way to do it." There's a grudging sort of admiration, there. "But y'know, those flights can be... Good excuses, too. If it's something you want to explore. Now." Not then, obviously. "With the right person... maybe." She relents, with a sigh snagging up her book. Brow still furrowed, at the names perhaps? "I'm going to head back if you want to come with." Laine pushes herself off her knees, stands, and collects her glow basket. "Lead on, oh biter-of-men." |
Comments
Jolie (13:13, 12 April 2015 (EDT)) said...
Innnnnteresting scene! You'd figure by now someone would warn Ed away from the denizens of the Weyr like Jo. XD
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