Logs:Lansha's Search
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| RL Date: 1 October, 2013 |
| Who: Alida, Lansha |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Alida and Ilicaeth Search Lansha. |
| Where: Living Caverns / Western Bowl, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 13, Month 12, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| OOC Notes: Posted on request. |
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| It's windy and chilly outside - par for the course during a High Reaches winter - but it's dinner time, and this in itself is reason to take heart...especially for Alida, who's just finished up a long day of sweeps over the Crom region. Having ducked out of her jacket and other flying gear near the 'caverns entrance - her outer wear left hanging upon one of many pegs made for just such occasions - the pink-cheeked and somewhat shivery blonde can now be glimpsed moving through the queue for a fragrant, hot dinner of stuffed green peppers. On occasion, clear green eyes flick all around, keeping her assessed of what's going down around her. Lansha is sitting at one of the tables in the hall, quietly reading a hide scroll, one leg crossed over the other. He looks up and smiles warmly at the rider as she enters, then picks up his klah mug. His hand pauses midway to his lips, however, and he looks at the empty cup in dismay. No matter, he shrugs, stands and heads over to the queue for a refill. People smiling at her along the way? Alida doesn't usually offer such expressions back to enough people, and the lanky kid that she's moving towards, and is apparently going to pass by after the bluerider leaves the chow line once she's appropriated food doesn't get one, either...though she studies him up and down for some moments. Her neutral mien and a low grunt are all that are offered to Lansha as she searches for a place to settle and eat unmolested. Even the large, long table her Glacier wingmates gather at is eschewed by the woman, at this point. Lansha hums a tune under his breath as he fixes himself some klah, glancing over briefly at the brusque bluerider as she studies him for some reason. He looks just a bit uncomfortable for a moment, then the feeling passes and he's smiling and humming again. He stirs some sweetening into his klah, then turns back toward his table. He doesn't get more than halfway to it, though, when one of his feet hit a gnarl of rock on the floor and he stumbles, half his mug spilling on his tunic. "Ach!" He cries out, then quickly tries to wipe the klah from his front. He moans again. "All over my favorite tunic!" Though Alida is a person who's very cognizant of enough things about her, she's not perfect, and so didn't notice where Lansha came from in the first place. With the departure of two other Weyrfolk from both sides of his empty chair comes a chance for the palest-blonde to isolate herself some from the crowd, and she takes up that center-most seat quickly...the one the auburn-headed youth formerly sat at. Almost immediately, the bluie settles into eating her food with relative neatness and characteristic efficiency, though she does slow her consumption some so as to better take in the delicious fragrance and taste of the stuffed peppers. Better than last winter's food, by *far*. And then that kid is calling out his distress over the general din of the crowd, and green eyes flick upward to level a rather unsympathetic peer of dark curiosity upon him, again. Her lips move in vague fashion, but - if she says anything - it's certainly not overhearable, and soon enough, the woman's tucking back into her food and drink with intent. Apparently, she's not the sympathetic sort. He's eating too - nearly done, actually - and so Ilicaeth's reply isn't full of the rawness of needing to feed, by this point, though he's still touched by his day-long mood of extra- cheekiness. « Winning friends 'n influencin' people again? » Smirk. (Ilicaeth to Alida) « Shove a sock in it. » Yes; she's aggravated at the pithy bon mot her blue sends along after 7 hours spent listening to them while on patrol. (Alida to Ilicaeth) Lansha continues back toward his table, still wiping klah from his tunic, distraught. "Oh, Faranth, it's ruined!" He stops short as he sees the blonde bluerider in his seat, then politely takes one of the other seats at the table. Now that he has someone to talk to, he becomes his usual chatty self. "Never going to get this out. I'll have to buy a new one at the next Gather, I suppose. New boots, too, these are getting too small already! I really hope I stop growing soon, I'm running out of clothes that fit." He looks at the bluerider as she eats her dinner. "Do you know, I grew three inches just last year? Probably another three this year, too. I guess my feet are growing too fast for me to get used to them, I keep tripping over things." He finally pauses to take a breath and sip at the remainder of his klah before it gets cold. As Lansha stops, stares at her, Alida stops her eating, stares back up at him through flat greens. And then the sitting down and the *conversation* happen...and the woman's once-neutral features start to pinch up into a faint expression of long-suffering aggravation. While the teen yakks on, the bluerider remains deathly silent, her attention not rising from her food - which is eaten more quickly, now - though soon enough a small shake of her head is given. To what is unknown. Not *this* time, chica. He's in a *mood*, and his rider's the target. Time to make her hop to it for him! Along their bond, he offers the fabricated 'feeling' of interest, of focus...almost as if he's tracking an insubstantial 'something.' After some quiet moments, a baritone, « I want one uv' those things yer eatin'. They smell interesting. » Seriously? (Ilicaeth to Alida) Lansha carefully rolls up the hide he had been reading earlier so as to not spill anything *else* on it. He suddenly realizes that he doesn't even know the woman he'd been blathering on to. "Listen to me, dithering on and forgetting my manners. I'm Lansha, nice to meet you!" He doesn't extend a hand for the rider to shake, since she's in the middle of her dinner. « Come get it yerself, then. » Because *she's eating,* Faranth damn it all! (Alida to Ilicaeth) BZZZT! Wrong answer! « Okay. » The blue's winging over from the pens towards the entrance of the Caverns even now, alighting a little heavily, given his fed state, and quite ready and willing to shove his head and neck into the place. (Ilicaeth to Alida) « Fuckwit! » Asshole smartass dickweed blue. Fine! « Don't bug me after this! I didn't disturb *you* while *you* were eatin'. » Growl. (Alida to Ilicaeth) He's silent again! Oh wait... no. Alida looks hopeful for a moment, then let-down when Lansha offers his chipper schpiel and his name. A dour grunt presages her vaguely-irritated, "Alida..." as another forkful of food is placed into her thinned yap. And rather suddenly, there's a glower scooting across the bluie's mobile features, her eyes remaining fixed - though slightly unfocused - upon her plate as she stops eating for a few seconds. After a good 10 seconds of silent pause, the blonde suddenly downs the contents of her mug of tea in a handful of gulps, then artlessly shoves one of her two left-over stuffed peppers into the thing. Over to Lansha the 'offering' is passed, while 'lida informs him in brusque alto, "My lifemate's just outside the entrance uv' the Caverns. Please give that to 'im." She sounds tart, aggravated, much-put-upon...vexation showing in deep green eyes as they meet her tablemate's blues. Lansha blinks as he looks at the pepper-filled mug that's shoved at him. "Nice to meet you, Alida." He beams at the rider again. "I would be honored to meet your blue and give him, uh...this." He looks down at the peppers in slight distaste. "Be right back." He stands and heads out toward the bowl, muttering under his breath, "Whoever heard of a dragon that eats peppers?"
« Lazy...gettin' someone else ta do yer work for ya." » He can't resist slipping another stone into Alida's boot in closing comment as she sends out the weyrbrat to do her dirty work. She will PAY. Glee! (Ilicaeth to Alida) Lansha's hair whips around his face as the bitterly cold winds swirl around him. He squints his eyes and looks around, eventually finding Alida's blue outside the cavern. He approaches the dragon without a hint of fear, however, and takes one of the peppers from the mug, holding it daintily at arm's length from his face. He's weyrbred, so he's more afraid of the peppers than the dragon, despite the blue's fearsome visage. Lansha steps within touching distance of the dragon's jaws and smiles cheerily at him, still holding the pepper. "Hello there! Your rider asked me to give you this for, uh, some reason." He's still not sure about that part. Ilicaeth rumbles mellowly at Lansha when the weyrbrat palms that offering out to him, the rocky blue peering at the small pepper for a long moment, then inhaling its scent. Behind him, his tail takes up some small twitchings near its end, and folded-up wings at his sides rustle just a hint before a long tongue slips out from between parted, bloody jaws and sweeps up the 'tiny' offering. Enjoy your dragon-spittled hand, kid! Into Ilicaeth's maw the 'treat' disappears, and that now-hidden tongue mashes it against the vast roof of his mouth to spread the taste around better. Almost immediately, there's a reaction. It's not a creel, because honestly, he's too tough for something like that. But the dragon does manage to nearly call up a faint whine of protest, and nearly as quickly spit out the mushed pepper remnants onto the ground...along with copious amounts of spit. His eyes whirl a slow mix of lavender and yellow amidst the blue for some moments as he continues to spit, trying to get the nasty taste out of his mouth...and if Lansha is unfortunate enough to accidentally encounter any of that former pepper or dragon drool... well, at least Alida didn't. His disgust at the taste of the pepper is fed back undiluted to Alida, as is the comment, « You fuckin' tryin' ta poison me? » It seemed so good when *she* was tasting it. Stupid human tastebuds. Look what you did to me, deceiving woman! (Ilicaeth to Alida) She's taking her last few bites of her remaining stuffed pepper when it hits her, Alida suddenly spitting out her half-chewed mouthful on to her plate and wiping her mouth as if she's ready to puke. « Mutha... ILICAETH! » His name comes out much like one of her following cusses. (Alida to Ilicaeth) Lansha giggles as the blue slurps the pepper out of his hand, then wipes said bedrooled hand on his klah-stained tunic. "Ewww." He doesn't really mind, though. Dragons rocked him in his cradle. Some intuition tickles at the back of his mind, but it disappears as he watches Ilicaeth spit out the pepper. Peals of laughter echo around the walls of the bowl. He then lets out a loud whoop as he nimbly leaps to avoid a copious amount of dragon saliva. Then he's doubled over in laughter again. "I...I guess you don't like them after all..." he gasps out, then falls over on the sand of the bowl floor, laughing his ass off. « What the fuck *is* it with you taday?!?! » Anger at being the brunt of much of his dark humor today *and* at having her dinner interrupted in such a disgusting fashion have Alida snapping like a cap gun, at this point. (Alida to Ilicaeth) The way Ilicaeth's snorting and wrinkling his muzzle some likely shows that he agrees with Lansha's words of not liking the stuffed pepper, the blue turning his head away from the human so he can cough a few times and hawk up a spittle-loogie that finally rids his mouth of most of the taste. Nearly on-cue, Alida comes storming out into the windy, cold night, the woman's features set into lines of bright irritation, her eyes snapping with vexation. Lansha's spared only a passing graze of that glowering look, while the tail-twitching blue bears up under the brunt of the rider's ire. "I fucking *tolja'*..." is growl-blurted out before she silences her outer voice, and lets her lifemate have it with her inner one. Meanwhile...Ilicaeth's apparently ignoring his lifemate, snuffling and snorting to himself...until he arches his neck, turns his head back to peer down at the pair of humans for a moment. A low rumble emerges from the blue's wide chest, and after more moments of outer silence between rider and dragon, Alida breaks it with a massive roll of eyes and a clipped, NewYork minute, hard-accented, "He wants ya fer Iesaryth's eggs." The dink. Even easy-going guys like Ilicaeth have 'off' days. « Shove a sock in it. » Because *now* he's busy with something that's truly important...checking out this pepper-bringing kid. And whether this Searching is an honest one, or something meant to divert at least part of his rider's aggravation, he'll never tell. (Ilicaeth to Alida) Lansha sits up on the sand as his laughter finally dies down, still breathing heavily. He stands as Alida comes out to the bowl and stands, brushing sand off himself as he does. He giggles again as the rider scolds her dragon, then the next thing she says hits him like a glass of cold water in the face. He stares at Alida for a few seconds, dumbstruck. "Whuh?" is all he manages to get out. He turns his head to look at the blue rumbling at him, breathing even more heavily now. His pounding heart is almost audible. The dark look Alida gives laughing Lansha might be enough to scare sane people, but nobody ever said teenagers were anything but crazy. "You heard me..." the blonde clips off in irritation to the youth, then glaring a few daggers at her blue...who's looking about as bland and disinterested as can be, right now. Granite. "Yes 'r no?" Lansha suddenly looks woozy and stumbles unsteadily on his feet a bit, arms outstretched to steady himself. One hand settles against Ilicaeth's foreleg and he bends over slightly, panting. "Give me...minute...catch my breath..." After a minute, he looks better, his breathing slower. He gives his head a shake to clear it, then reassesses the situation. "Yes or no? Well, my answer would have to be YEEESSS!" He screams the last word, echoes once again reverberating throughout the Weyr. For a bare moment, Alida appears a touch concerned at Lansha's physical reaction, but her general irritation at having her dinner interrupted saves her, the blonde simply nodding before she moves over to her blue's head...avoiding his gobbers. The youth's scream of assent makes the woman glare, then roll her eyes at him before she lips off a hard-accented, "You know who ta report to, where ta set up?" Just in case, she tersely gives him words and pointers as to where the candidate Barracks are located, as well as who to report to and where to find the lists of duties and 'no-nos' for candidates. Lansha nods as he finally calms down. "I know where the quarters are, yes." He pays close attention to the instructions he's given. "Um, sorry for the outburst. S'just...I was starting to think it wasn't going to happen. Thank you." He grins up at the blue. "And thank you! Um..." He looks back at Alida. "What's his name?" At this point - still a little hungry - Alida just blows off Lansha's 'sorry,' the woman managing to find it in her scruffy heart to appreciate this moment of wonder. Even she was surprised when she was Searched. A small nod presages her low, "Ilicaeth," the blue reacting to his name with a low chuff and a peer down at the youth. A light slap - both irritated and yet somehow approving - is offered to her lifemate's massive jaw, the woman then shivering some from the cold and wind. "Enjoy yer last night uv freedom fer a month. *I'm* goin' back in ta *eat*." And just like that, she's pivoting about, and stalking back towards the 'Caverns. Lansha waves happily at the blue. "Thank you, Ilicaeth!" He looks like he's about to give Alida a hug, but barely resists the urge. Something tells him that hugging this woman, or even touching her, would be baaaad. So he's content to head back into the caverns. One more urge he can't resist, though, is to leap into the air and click the heels of his boots together. |
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