Logs:A Really Good Day
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| RL Date: 20 April, 2013 |
| Who: Reesa, N'rad |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: The returned weyrlings discuss the latest game day, and how they're coping with transition to living at the Weyr. |
| Where: The Glass Fountain, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 25, Month 7, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Serah/Mentions |
| It's been an eventful day - pun intended - and Reesa's apparently been loving every minute of it. Although Obsidian loses the tug of war, the win in the races is something that has the group crowing delightedly throughout the afternoon. The greenrider's wearing her wingsecond patch proudly, and it's in the Fountain the group find themselves by late afternoon, for a round (or two, or three) of celebratory drinks. They've taken over two of the tables at the back, and the ale appears to be flowing freely: Reesa's in there, recounting some part of their earlier victory: "-and then his blue tried to cut the corner, but Khiabeth managed to get in there ahead of him, which was /so/ satisfying after that smug look he gave me in the tug of war." The green in question is stretched out by the lakeside, content to be admired - and painted - by those that are gathering there. Maldoranth is most certainly /not/ one of those so patiently getting painted and muddified by kidlets on near the beach, though he is stretched out in the bowl, within visual distance from the lake. Those more familiar with the dark bronze might notice he's a great deal less intense than usual. Probably tuckered out from all that flying, surely! As N'rad makes his way into the Glass Fountain, he almost looks like he may have been doing just as much work, going by the slightly slack expression on his face. He's donned a fresh set of clothing since the day's earlier events, though his hair is still fairly damp. Probably from post-event bathing, surely! It's pretty easy to spot Reesa and her crew, so he waves to her on his way in, makes a quick stop for one of those ales, then makes his way over to the temporary wingsecond. "Pretty fancy flying today, Rees!" As N'rad comes in, there's more cheering and toasting; Reesa spots his approach midway through and quickly waves him over, gesturing for one of the wingriders to pass her a mug, which she fairly readily presses towards the bronzerider in welcome. "She was amazing, wasn't she?" as ever, the greenrider's mix of admiration and pride is event as she speaks of Khiabeth. "Maldoranth," she adds, in a lower voice as she leans closer to be heard over the noise of her wingmates, "Seems to have enjoyed the day, too." The questioning look may well suggest she's wondering whether /N'rad/ did, but she doesn't ask aloud. N'rad raises the mug in silent toast, grinning at Reesa. "Put him through his paces, but, uh... yeah! Stuff went okay. I mean, Hematite didn't win anything today, but..." He can't seem to keep the grin from getting just a little mischievously crooked, but he looks away at Reesa's wingmates and returns a quick cheer before drawing a chair over. "It was nice to get out of the Weyr, huh?" "It was /great/ to get out of the Weyr," Reesa counters, enthusiastically, taking a gulp from her own mug. "And we'll have to do it more, since we'll be on sweeps and such... presumably. And, I was thinking-" she glances this-way and that, but most of her wingmates are distracted: "Well, I don't think it'd be that hard for you to swap with another wingmate to get a sweeps run over Boll." "Oh, it's, uh..." N'rad drops his voice, despite the rest of the riders' distracted states. "Not necessary," he finishes, giving Reesa a significant look before grinning again. "Found 'em, today, after the leg from Peyton. Y'tin was taking the leg on the way back, so I told him I was going back to the Weyr, but... sort of took a detour." He drinks down a good bit of ale and looks around again before leaning in to add, even more confidentially, "had to do a tiny bit of that specific Betweening we're not supposed to do. But they're okay." "What?" Reesa's initial reaction is something alarmed, before N'rad's grin seems to relax her, and she lets out an exhale. "Oh, N'rad. I'm so glad they're okay," she says, looking genuinely relieved as she murmurs, "I didn't think /they/ would hurt them, not really." And, if anything, she looks pleased with N'rad's illicit between, "Well, you're not a weyrling, you're /allowed/," she says in firm undertone. "For today, sure," N'rad answers before taking another drink of ale, "but... I don't know what /they/ would or wouldn't do. So... I need to get stuff right with Fort. I need to be a rider. For real. So I can take care of my family for real, not just... just beach them somewhere." He slowly turns the mug on the table a couple times, then glances up at Reesa again. Smiling, he lifts the mug toward her. "Here's to the day's successes, large and small." "They wouldn't hurt your family," Reesa says that with certainty. "If they did, they know you wouldn't do anything they asked." Except, is her certainty because of /that/, or that she's somewhat more sympathetic to those that gave her Khiabeth? Either way, she seems happy to toast that, stretching her mug to tap against his with a brilliant smile. "To today's successes, and your family's health," she takes a deep drought of the ale, after which she wiggles around in her seat, and adds: "I can't /wait/ until I'm a wingsecond for /real/. It's been so much fun." "Better you than me," N'rad replies with feeling, though he's still smiling. Shells, he's nothing /but/ smiles today, it seems. "You, uh... wing-seconding through the threadfalls, too?" He pauses, leaning back to high-five another of Hematite's wingriders before leaning toward the table again. "I'm... honestly looking forward to it. Don't even care how me an' Mal do, just want to /do/ it," he shares with an even wider smile. "Maldoranth got about as close to giddy as I think is possible, if you can believe that, first time I mentioned it. And it's not even real." "Yes, although, they /say/ Khiabeth won't be able to last the whole 'fall." Something that Reesa seems determined to disprove them on. It's the high-five that earns a surprised look- surprised that N'rad's being so social, perhaps? "Me too," she admits, of looking forward to it. "I bet we'll wipe the floor with the other wings, right guys?" she glances at the other Obsidian wingriders gathered around- earning a large cheer, and grinning, peeks back to N'rad. "We could do a little bet, you and I. See how much thread Maldoranth and Khiabeth flame?" N'rad manages to miss the surprised look while accepting a refill for his mug. The server gets yet another smile, as the often dour weyrling/temp-wingrider soaks in the day's events. He does catch the bit about a bet, though, after which he laughs. "Who's going to back us up? I'd be happy enough lasting the 'fall with Mal and my hides intact." For the first time since he walked in, the smile slips, but only slightly. "Keep thinking, we do well in 'fall, and..." He leans in and drops his voice again, "It's feeling sharding good being treated like riders, yeah? I want more of that, you know?" "I'm totally trustworthy," Reesa promises with a hand on her heart, although her amused expression probably clearly says otherwise. She dissolves into a laugh, and then concedes with one hand held up, "Okay, okay. No bets then. /This/ time." It's the whisper that makes her go still for a moment, then return the whisper with one of her own, intent: "I told you it was about time they stopped treating us like weyrlings, and started treating us like riders. /Past/ time." "Agreed," N'rad tells Reesa as he leans back again, returning to the all-smiles-all-the-time. "Shells, I feel like there should be dancing or something. I want there to be Harpers!" He may or may not have eaten in his hurry to get to the beginning festivities, so that ale could possibly be packing a harder punch. "Or do we have to wait for the dragon painting? Maybe." The ale is definitely having an effect. "Anyway... guess we'll just have to see how stuff shakes down once the games are done. But they made you a /wingsecond/. That's gotta mean something, right?" "I'm sure the Harpers will start up later," Reesa assures N'rad, again that sidelong look of somewhat-bemusement gracing the greenrider's expression for a moment. "You look- you seem happy," she comments, sounding pleased. As for her rank? She looks down at her knot, brushing it off, before laughing. "I think they drew names out of a hat. I mean, I doubt the Weyrwoman wanted to be a weyrling. Or that they'd make that idiot bronzerider /Weyrwoman/. Did you see him, earlier? He was prancing around in a /dress/," she says, still disbelievingly even though she witnessed it herself. N'rad gives Reesa a softer but crooked smile before he shrugs. "You know? I /feel/ happy. Today was a really good day." He finishes the last of that second ale and leans back, just smiling a little more. "Well, maybe. But I bet if someone /really/ unqualified came up, they might have just quietly redrawn for names," he insists, words getting a little fuzzy already. "Shells, I should eat something." "I'm glad," Reesa says, returning his smile, before it deepens into a laugh. "You should go and get some food. I want to get changed, actually- have a quick bath. How about I meet you back at the caverns later and we can do some dancing when the harpers start up? Maybe," a wry smile, "We can even coax Serah out." N'rad laughs at the very last as he gets to his feet. Was there a waver there? Weyrling/wingrider /definitely/ needs some food, and soon. "Now /that/ would make this day complete," he tells Reesa, going so far as to /wink/ at her. "I'll go eat. You go bathe. Then we'll find Serah, wherever she's hidden herself. I want to show how we dance down at Boll," N'rad finishes, giving the wingsecond a sloppy salute before turning to head back out, after a couple more uncharacteristic greetings and farewells with some other riders he's gotten to know in the last few days. Some guys /do/ change. Reesa's not quite used to saluting enough to immediately return it, but she does- even if hers is just as sloppy as his. "It's a deal," she says cheerfully, as she pushes to her feet. She doesn't immediately follow N'rad out, though- first there's the rest of her ale to finish by way of a toast with the rest of her wing, before she finally makes her way out of the fountain. |
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