Logs:Good Luck Valenros
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| RL Date: 18 July, 2014 |
| Who: Lycinea, Valenros |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Lya and Valenros cross paths on the morning of the hatching. There are fewer rainbows this time. |
| Where: Bathing Pools, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 13, Month 4, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Versa/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated. |
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| Bathing Pools, High Reaches Weyr Omnipresent clouds of steam slink across the tops of three naturally warm pools, set into the floor of this kidney-shaped cavern. Near the entrance the ceiling is high and polished, gleaming with little mineral specks as it sweeps downward into increasingly ragged, uneven steps. The foremost of the pools is squared off with wide steps leading down into the water and has faucets for bringing in cooler water from a rain-catching cistern. Primarily used for laundry, there's an almost constant film of suds along its surface until the circulating current clears it at the end of the day. Four sinks line the nearest wall and various tubs stored beneath allow for the washing of delicates. Laundry bags can be dropped off in the bins near the door and clean, folded laundry is stacked in rows of tall cubbies for easy pickup. The bend in the cavern leads to a rougher-hewn part of the chamber where the two circular bathing pools welcome those in need of a wash. Towels and washcloths are kept in neat stacks on shelves along the wall, along with sacks of sweetsand and a few bars of precious soap. Stone benches provide a place for sitting to remove shoes and clothing, while a row of gleaming brass hooks stand above, ready to hold clothes and robes.
Eggs, they are a hatching.. soon! Valenros wanders into the bathing pools with an absent expression, carrying a clean bundle of clothing. He's been assisting in the kitchens if the flour and various jelly-like substances covering his work clothes are any indication. His aimless walk brings him to the shelves along the walls, where he grabs a towel and some soap. Off to the side, near the wall, is where he chooses to disrobe, folding his dirty things in a neat pile and placing them on the closest bench. At last, he finds his way to the bathing pool, where he slides in without first checking his surroundings - until he looks up and locks his eyes on Lycinea. It's enough to nearly send him jumping out of the water, and there's a fair amount of clenched buttcheek shown as he jumps back and crosses his arms over his chest, sulkily looking anywhere but at the kitchen aide. Perhaps she didn't see him - perhaps he can pretend he's not naked and waist-deep in a steaming bathing pool next to her. "Today's the day, huh?" That rather subdued greeting to Valenros from Lycinea as she pauses in her finger-sketching combined with the way she's, you know, looking at him means he's been spotted. She probably even saw his booty. "Excited?" She seems different here, than as she did in the kitchens; a little... odd. Someone playing hooky should be happier, shouldn't she? Defensive pose stays, arms crossed tightly across the pale expanse of his chest. "Uh.. yeah.. maybe.. they said.. not guaranteed." Valenros's eyes are downcast, his head bowed as if he refuses to look at her. "Ex-excited? Uh.. yeah.. nervous.. scared.. all of.. of those." There's a shrug - his signature gesture by now - and he steals a glance up at the blonde sitting by the edge of the pool. "Shouldn't.. shouldn't you be.. helping? Or.. something?" "Shouldn't you be washing, or something?" Lycinea retorts, but softly with a little huff. She reaches a hand down into the water to splash the sand off her knee. "I drew the short straw," or more likely is being punished for turns of bad attitude, "I'm to work the feast itself, so they let you take prep time off because there won't be any breaks once it starts, and no fun either." She reaches for the hair brush that's next to her and starts drawing it through her hair. It's a little awkward when she says, "Good luck. Out there, I mean. With getting a dragon, and-- and all that." Maybe she's just not used to being even a little bit nice. The gentle reminder to wash prompts Valenros to wade back to the poolside and get his soap. "That's.. ah, unfortunate.." But is it really? His face doesn't give away his position one way or the other. He's lathering soap and water into his skin, not sparing Lycinea so much as a glance. "Thank.. thanks.. I just hope.. I don't.. trip.. or die." There's always hope! Still, he gives her a little side eye for her awkwardness. "Are.. are you.. disappointed?" Boy may not be too clever, but it's hard to hide that bit. Lya might look a little bitter as she shrugs. "I worked the last one, and the one before that. I haven't been to one since I was twelve. I think Versa thinks it's safer for young women not to drink and have a good time. Or maybe just me. I'm not seen as the most responsible girl on Pern." Shocker. "But I don't drink and I don't know how to dance, so I probably wouldn't have any fun anyway. So why be disappointed?" She makes a face anyway, one she probably doesn't realize she's making until she abruptly says, "You won't trip. Or die." How she knows, she doesn't explain. But maybe it's meant to be encouraging, you know, unless you count the: "That would be dumb," that follows. "I.. I've never been to one." If that's any consolation, which is likely not. All the rest just goes over his head. "O..ok." He blinks up at Lycinea as he rinses the soap suds off his arms. "I.. might." Valenros is clinging to that anxiety. "What.. being disappointed? That's.. dumb?" Now he right out frowns at her. "No, tripping or dying. That would be dumb." Duh. "And you're probably not that dumb, so you won't do it." Flawless reasoning from the kitchen help; see why Lya didn't end up apprenticing somewhere? The blonde pulls her legs up out of the water and swings them to the side so they can drip-dry while she continues to brush her hair. "Hatching feasts are fun if you like dancing, and schmoozing, and drinking, and eating. Do you?" "I.. I can't.. yeah, it would be, but.." Valenros doesn't finish his own sentence, instead focusing on some spot behind Lycinea. "Thanks..?" About not being dumb. How sweet of her. But confusing for the candidate with the grudge. "No.. not really.. I don't.. drink, or, dance really.." If that was confusing, hold onto your scrub brush, Valenros, because the next thing Lya says in a very off-handed sort of way, "Maybe if I ever am not working a hatching feast, we could not-dance together sometime." And up she gets as if that wasn't weird. "Good luck," is repeated, but this time by way of farewell as she pads across the floor to the cubbies, dropping her towel once there to pull on her clean but shabby work clothes and bind up her hair before heading out of the cavern. |
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