Logs:A Girl's Prerogative
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| RL Date: 30 July, 2016 |
| Who: Alysce, Edyis, T'zur |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Things are awkward all around between almost-but-never-quite-friends, girl-on-girl fights and old-acquaintances. |
| Where: Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 4, Month 6, Turn 41 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Taikrin/Mentions, Jo/Mentions, Jocelyn/Mentions, J'nason/Mentions |
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The Snowasis is rarely quiet, and even then, the high-ceilinged former
weyr is kept from echoing by the fantastical booths tucked into its
convoluted perimeter. The secluded seating spaces have been shaped from
the truncated stalagmites that escaped the smoothing of the main floor,
and are both softened and separated by colorful hangings that are thick
and opaque enough to make each corner its own private nook.
Some of the smaller stalactites still roam the ceiling, their jagged teeth
tracing a bumpy, inverted spine to the hearth. There, a thick rug with a
low klah table and comfortable armchairs and couches sit, their upholstery
and cushions changed sporadically to match the season: bright, light
colors in the summer, fresh greens and yellows in the spring, warm
autumnals in fall, and clear, rich hues for winter. Small tables litter
the rest of the cavern, enough to fit up to four people each, while stools
stand along the smooth wooden bar behind which is the passthrough window
to the kitchen. Glass-paneled cabinetry behind the bar provides a clear
view of the available liquors, the many colors reflecting the soft light
of glows tucked into strategic niches around the cavern. It's been a warm summer day, and the heat lingers through into the evening. The ledge is heavily populated, but that doesn't mean the Snowasis proper is empty; over by the darts board, Alpine and Glacier are matching up, their voices spilling across the room. T'zur, though sporting the Glacier patch, is not with the rest of his wing; instead, he's over playing dice with a mixture of riders and some residents, too. His shirt sleeves are pushed up, and he's leaning forward, invested in whatever game's going on; shortly after the dice come to a stop, he groans, eyes going skyward. He's not the only disappointed one, either; there's a more than a few that disperse at whatever outcome. The flight jackets toggles come undone as Edyis strides into the Snowasis from the ledge, a chorus of laughter from the other Snowdrift riders who follow in. They part ways fairly quickly, the others headed for a table and Edyis headed straight for the bar, "A pitcher of your finest please," And while she waits ink-dark eyes fall on the wiry bronzerider. Grabbing the tray complete with empty cups, she smirks to herself passing him on her way to an empty table. "Have we met?" Warm weather means that Alysce's clothes get to push more and more into the boundaries of decency. Today, it means that the white, sheer cotton tunic she wears is practically see through, hanging almost entirely off one shoulder in an impactical way. Because fashion. Her dark eyes are flashing over the bar, and it's only the sharp look in her even sharper features, the hint of annoyance and distance keeping others away who might otherwise have considered approaching her. She seems to be looking for someone, but it's T'zur that her eyes light on for a moment, watching Edyis approaching him as she perches on a stool at the bar. "Doubt it," seems like a well-practiced response to a line he's heard many times: T'zur doesn't even glance at Edyis initially -- not when the dice are rattling around on the table again. He leans forward, even as he flicks a quartermark onto the table; apparently things don't go that well again. The noise he makes this time is exasperated, flickering hands as if divesting himself of something invisible. A sharp exhale follows as he turns with one, two steps towards the bar, eyeing Edyis sidelong with a flicker that might be familiarity. "Huh." He hasn't noticed Alysce yet, though his steps are carrying him that way. Amusement flickers brightly in dark eyes as Alysce watches; what, she's just over here observing her fellow humankind like any good harper would. Only when T'zur starts towards the bar does her gaze fall away, swivelling innocently back to the wooden surface behind her and picking up her glass of wine. Her free hand lifts to muss through black hair, arranging it over one shoulder as she sips her wine. She will wait until he's taken a spot at the bar, though, and only then does she slide a look down the space between them to offer a casual, "Oh, hey there, friend." Like she hadn't known he was there, either. Edyis is patient, even if the greenrider who snags the tray from her as she falls in step with T'zur isn't. "I'll be along shortly," Edyis comments off hand. "I guess you wouldn't remember, it was many turns ago. Still, I always thought you were the nicer between you and your brother." Her gaze shifts to Alysce then, or more aptly what she's wearing, then the greeting. Huh. "From the flight," comes T'zur's initial assessment, tone implying that of course he remembers -- if with a slight grimace -- and it's only her latter words that earn a second, more considering look. "Huh," he says, in surprise. "Ed...yis, right?" The brownrider's gaze is followed, and the bronzerider blinks for a moment. Of course he's going to look, because he can't help himself, but an awkward clearing of throat soon follows as he gaze averts, gaze seeking out the bartender as he steps up to the bar. Maybe he thinks Alysce is addressing Edyis? "What, are we not friends now?" Alysce will challenge as T'zur ignores her, but her lips shape into a smile that seems unphased, almost pleased with his reaction. Whatever is behind the mask of amusement in the harper's features, it doesn't show when she shifts her gaze to sweep over Edyis in turn. She identifies Edyis easily at the hint that T'zur offers, pointing out to her, "You're that dragonrider that won the flight. People've been talking a lot about you." "Yes." Ed responds to her name with a wry smile. "You got stuck babysitting me once upon a time?" She tilts her head. "Nevermind if you don't remember -" Alysce's comment, has ink-dark eyes studying the woman more intently. "Aye? And what have they been saying pray tell? I haven't paid much attention." "Jay isn't around," is all T'zur says in response to Alysce, dismissive otherwise. "You don't have to pretend to be interested in anything I say for his benefit." Because his gaze is on the bartender, waving to get his attention, he misses Alysce's expression. "I remember," is his response to Edyis, before he orders ale, otherwise not interrupting the exchange between the two women, obviously listening. Alysce lifts her fingers lightly, turning them over in a graceful, helpless gesture that holds them curving lightly upwards as she offers, "You know, the usual talk. What they always say about these things and your kind." Her hand is dropped back to her glass, curving around the base as she slides a sideways gaze towards T'zur. His accusation only gets a roll of her bare shoulder, though, as she adds before taking a sip of her wine, "Your friend is an ass. I don't care about his benefit at all, so." Edyis has a smile like ice for the pretty young Harper. "My kind?" Her dark eyes glinting, "I'm afraid I don't know what the usual talk is, or even what you mean by my kind So please do share." She waves the bartender over and orders again, shooting down the rum as quickly as it arrives. When his ale arrives -- after Edyis' rum, which earns her a look, T'zur gulps down fully half the glass straight up. He gives a snort. "She means, rumor's saying you and the goldrider are fucking. But everyone says that about anyone who wins a flight, so..." he gives an easy shrug of his shoulders, before his gaze falls on Alysce. "Right. That didn't seem to bother you none before." "What he said," Alysce answers, her fingers flicking in a gesture to T'zur as he explains for her. But she only meets his look by tossing her hair over a shoulder and smiling shamelessly. "Well, I changed my mind. A girl's perogative, you know." Edyis smiles, oh so sweetly, except that there is something decidedly sharp in it. "Why don't you run along and throw yourself at whatever dick you came here half dressed for." A dismissive wave of her hand as her attention returns to T'zur, "Right because it's so unbelievable that a brown could outfly bronze? It happens in Igen all the time." Sullenly staring at her empty glass, and reaching for the bottle to refill it. "I believe I owe you a drink in congratulations anyway, since I didn't get to buy you one when you impressed." "Fuck girls and their prerogative." T'zur gulps down the other half of his ale, and is already waving to get the bartender back his way for a refill. His gaze flickers between Edyis and Alysce at that exchange, clearly unwilling to get involved in a girl fight, other than, you know -- watching intently. His eyes roll at Edyis' defensiveness, "Don't complain to me like it's my fault. Tziveth's about the size of a brown, I'm not saying shit." Still, he's not about to say no to a free drink, and his shoulder lifts and drops in what appears to be acceptance. "Oh, original. Slut-shaming in a Weyr, is it?" counters Alysce dryly with a curve of her brow upwards at Edyis, shrugging her shoulders carelessly. "You might as well be a holder." But her gaze slides to T'zur and his curse, then back again, and she only makes a soft sound that might be a laugh before she picks up her wine glass and slides off her stool. That long, black hair gets flicked again as she retreats silently. Edyis watches the hair flip and saunter off with a snort. "May not have been original but it served its purpose." Claiming the empty seat, "I've got his tab tonight." She murmurs to the bartender when he comes back to refill T'zur's mug. "That will come back to bite me in the ass later." She frowns at the bronzerider then, "What was all that anyway? You and her - I don't mean the shit about Akluseth winning." T'zur glances over his shoulder and maybe, just maybe, watches said harper apprentice retreat. The expression on his face is a parade of emotions, to quick to determine, before he turns back just in time for the bartender to refill his mug, with a nod of thanks. He glances at Edyis, snorting. "I'm not a huge drinker. Can't keep up with most of Glacier; I think your mark stash is fine." He shakes his head to the latter question, "Don't know. Fuck girls," is all he's willing to say, before he realizes Edyis is a girl, and then he amends: "I've no idea." Edyis laughs, "Even if you were I don't hurt for marks these days. Glacier's a good wing, some of my best mates are glacier. Well one was glacier before our wingleader poached her for a wing second. You should meet Jo sometime. She's a hell of a lot of fun." Edyis scratches her chin at the statement with a laugh, "Don't worry I'm sure you have them lining up to do that." Her second glass lifted slower, less fueled by pride. Despite the fact that she's offered to pick up the tab, T'zur seems content to stay with his ale and nothing fancier. When she talks about his wing, he half twists in his seat so he can see her expression sidelong, at the very least. "It's a... interesting wing," is all he says, kind of cautiously. "Taikrin's... I've never flown with someone like her before." Perhaps because the latter comment's super awkward, the bronzerider just buries his face in his mug, rather than respond to that. "She's a good wingleader from what I've heard, hell she was even weyrleader at one point." Edyis remarks with a grin, though she doesn't miss the awkwardness at the last. "I would tell you it gets less awkward, but it really doesn't. There's nothing worse than waking up after a flight and getting called by someone else's name." Nursing her drink with a frown. "What made you decide to transfer to Reaches all of the sudden anyway?" It's very possible it's even more awkward that she draws attention to the awkward in great detail, to judge by T'zur's discomforting shift of posture. Perhaps that's why there's a hint of irritation to his tone as he replies sharply: "I've been a rider just as long as you, I'm not some weyrling. Tziveth's won plenty of flights." Edyis frowns watching him shift. "I figured because you were a rider just as long, and hell you ride bronze. I'm the one looking for advice here or can't you tell?" Edyis swirls her glass, "I figure you and Tizveth are pros at the whole thing. I'm utterly out of my element." "I'm not the one to ask," T'zur says, clearly uncomfortable. He might like the free ale but this topic of conversation with a girl is clearly not something he's at ease with. "Don't they give you the talk here?" he asks, bemused. Edyis shifts a shoulder, "I almost went to blows because I thought she was insulting Akluseth." Edyis mutters, "So it didn't work very well then." She scratches at the back of her neck. "Look it was good seeing you and all. Not really sure what I was thinking, but enjoy the ale?" Aware of the ever increasing awkwardness. T'zur gives Edyis curious look at her mention of insulting Akluseth. "Should talk to a different Weyrlingmaster, then? Or maybe, uh, talk to a girl, huh?" he suggests, faintly, mumbling into his mug before he gulps down a mouthful. "Yeah, um, let's get another drink sometime when you don't want to talk about your sex life. I'll uh, see you around," he's standing already, taking what's left of his ale with him as he heads back towards the dice tables. |
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