Logs:A Girl
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| RL Date: 6 September, 2008 |
| Who: C'mryn, Kasadel |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Kasadel arrives at High Reaches with the Tillek tithe train, and receives some assistance from C'mryn. |
| Where: Weyr Entrance, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 4, Month 9, Turn 17 (Interval 10) |
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| Weyr Entrance, High Reaches Weyr Cutting through the Weyr's massive outer flank, the tunnel from the outside spills out into a smooth-cut space where wagons often pull in to unload supplies or take shelter during bad weather. Crates and dollies line one wall, ready to be pressed into service for carting stuff around. Five other passageways, dimly lit by well-spaced glows, lead deeper into the Weyr; a draft from the centermost hints at the bowl beyond. The Weyr entrance is a hub of activity with the arrival of the Tithe train. Residents, traders, Holders and dragonriders alike have gathered to help with the unloading, inventorying, and haggling over items. And C'mryn is among them. Jogging from the Weyrbowl, he's lost his jacket somewhere along the way and comes in a simple shirt and pants. There's the sheen of sweat already over his brow, and he hasn't even lifted a box yet. Among those hard at work is Kasadel, his sleeves rolled up to reveal tanned arms, his own brow shiny with the exertion. The young man reaches down to pick up a large box, adjusting his hands and the angle of his body to heave it into a comfortable position. This achieved, he begins to lug it in the direction of the unloading, wobbling a little as he's forced to wait behind another worker with a similarly sized bundle. Not one to stand idle - at least while others are watching - C'mryn dives into the work. His first order of business? Help with that uncomfortable crate. "Want a hand?" he asks, reaching for the opposite side of Kasadel's box. Kasadel swears, as the crate threatens to slide from his grip, despite his best intentions, and gives C'mryn a hasty - and grateful - nod. "Thanks," he says, once the crate is stabilised, and he's managed to move his own hands into a better position for a shared hold. "Heavier than I expected. Shouldn't've been trying to show off, I guess." The queue begins to move, and the young man begins to step forward. And C'mryn moves with it. He's walking backwards, however, and continues to glance over his shoulder to watch his step. "Show off?" he asks, chucking just a little. "Who's here to show off for?" But, even as he says this, C'mryn gives a quick look around, as if to make sure there's no one important lurking among the workers. "Come in on the train?" he asks. Looking more rueful than embarrassed, Kas explains in a lowered tone, "Try not to stare, but there's a girl... Right in the corner, with the red hair? I think she might have been smiling at me." He very carefully does not look in that direction, keeping his gaze on the box. "Did, yeah. Name's Kasadel. Kas." "A girl, eh?" repeats C'mryn, grinning. He glances, very quickly, in the indicated direction but whether or not he spots her is hard to tell. "Well, would you like me to leave the crate to you then? Almost there, as it is." Another glance over his shoulder, and he avoids running into another box-carrying worker. "Well met, Kas. C'mryn, but everyone calls me Cam. Tausreth's rider." "A girl." Kas sounds resigned, as though he's well aware of his teenage predictability, but not quite enough to actually avoid it. "Think the damage is already done, really, but if you just steady it a moment? Should be able to get a better grasp, and take it myself. Thanks." His gaze flick towards the girl, who is unpacking boxes near the storage caverns, and he half-stiffles a sigh. Dreamy. "Nice to meet you, too. Cam. Do they usually put Riders to work at this?" "Ah," is all Cam says about it, but his eyes just might glimmer a bit. Amusement. "Well, as we are nearly there, I shall do my best to steady the crate. Get a good grip, and let me know when you've got it. You'll find I can fade seamlessly into the background, and the glory shall be all yours!" With a bit of a chuckle, he nods his head. "They do when the tithe is big enough, and the dragonrider in question appears to be a bit too idle." Kasadel shifts his grip again, then bobs his head as he seems satisfied - "Got it, thanks." Amused, though idly so, given his concentration is upon the crate in question, he grins at the rider, head bobbing once more. "Thanks. Wish me luck with it." He shakes his head at the rest of the bronzerider's words, but the line is moving again, so he merely smiles, and begins to waddle his way forward again. Cam grins. "Good luck." And with that, he lets the crate go and slips back into the crowd, vanishing almost as quickly as he had appeared. |
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