Logs:Calling upon a comrade
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| RL Date: 21 April, 2013 |
| Who: K'zin, Alida, Rasavyth, Ilicaeth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Alida calls upon her new comrade to undertake a mutually beneficial mission. Lines are drawn, expectations adjusted, and Alida practically admits friendship. |
| Where: Records Room, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 28, Month 7, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Quinlys/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Barnabas/Mentions, Aishani/Mentions |
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| Records Room, High Reaches Weyr Books. Scrolls. Bound hides. Maps. If it's a record pertaining to the Weyr, it's likely to be in this roughly oval room with its floor-to-ceiling cherrywood shelves, its multitude of slots for scrolls, and its wide drawers for materials that shouldn't be rolled up or folded. A scribe is usually on duty at the tall desk up front with its good view of the room, and is able to help visitors find what they're looking for via the big bound index on its rotating stand. Past the desk, several tables stand in neat rows for note-taking, each stocked with glowbaskets, scrap hide, paper and pencils. Additional lighting is provided by a many-armed wrought-iron light fixture, its glows gleaming through luxurious glass containers in fluted shapes instead of baskets. To one side of the room, a gap between two sets of shelves outlines where another set once stood, now replaced by a tapestry-covered aperture. Peeking behind the tapestry reveals another cavern, this one likewise full of shelves, but occupied by only a few boxes of older records and a somewhat musty air of disuse. As well, two narrow but solid doors are locked when the room is unattended and a discreet staircase provides direct access from the Weyrleaders' weyrs.
And for the 'new' Alida, free time is divvied up between doing a few things she likes *and* her own 'extra-curricular' studies. And so, it is mete that the blonde finds her silent partner here in the records room, him studying maps, and herself intending on studying tactics...the bluie smirking and nodding her head to K'zin when she catches sight of him. "How goes it?" is casually inquired, even as the woman holds up her index finger in the silent gesture that seems to cross-culturally speak 'hold on a second,' her light steps carrying her around the room to insure that no others are here, and might be listening in. "He-y?" K'zin starts to respond, in an appropriately quiet voice, in the way that he is wont to do, without looking up to see who speaks to him and only finding the speaker after the returned greeting. His head flips up in time to interrupt his words as he finds the wait finger and a quizzical look is shot her way. The Record Room is frequented by many and here in the main space with the desks, they're hardly on their own. It certainly looks like some of the mustier lines of shelving are inviting for those seeking a private word. K'zin must get a sense of what she's after though, as he casually inclines his head to indicate one of the rows. "Did you want me to show you where I found that History of Nabolese Tithing book?" Riveting stuff that one must have been. Without waiting for an answer he sets down his ruler and gestures, and then slips down the aisle, heading down toward the end and beginning a show of looking at the spines of the books. Rasavyth's use of free time is working on that which he most needs to improve: the physical aspects of being a dragon. He's not exactly a bad flyer, but he's working for perfection, here. Under the watchful, near omnipresent eye of the older weyrlingmaster dragon(s), he's taking a little trip around the bowl, practicing wide circles, veering, tight corners, and spirals down and up. He has no reason to reach for another's mind just now, but his mind is receptive, as usual, pretty patterns weaving themselves out of his shimmering ooze, each unique before blending into the rest like snowflakes meeting a waiting drift. (To Ilicaeth from Rasavyth) Yep, he's on the ball! As they motor on over to that particular, darker, and much less frequented section of records, Alida offers a dry chortle, then murmuring to Waki, "Nasty ol' thing made me sneeze with all the mold growin' on it. Figure the next one'd be equally as foul." As the pair of weyrlings peruse the piles and stacks, looking for their next hide or paperbound 'victim,' the bluie mumbles oh-so-softly, "Got a little proposition for ya', Waki." Green eyes veiled beneath thick, pale 'lashes cast around for potential interlopers, even as the woman looks significantly at the bronzer, then taps her forehead a few times, while brow-waggling. Let's use our dragons to talk about the significant stuff. It comes in a grating swirl of gold sand that disguises all except the burgeoningly-baritone voice of Ilicaeth, his tones sounding much like the evening rhythms of the desert. « Alida says that we should insert K'zin into the silver threads program, on the basis of needing a bronzerider in it. Bronzers are often seen as potential leaders, therefor at least one should be in there. Quinlys is perhaps picking only those weyrlings *she* and certain others in powers want in the program. » (To Rasavyth from Ilicaeth) A single brown brow arches at the sound of the chortle. "You're in a rare mood," his notation comes in a dry version of his baritone, edge of his lips tugging into a half-smile. His eyes look up to the books and he gives a little shrug, "They're not too bad if you take them somewhere with fresh air." Then more quietly, as K'zin plucks one of the offending books off the shelf to flip it open, "We're listening." When it comes to propositions and plans, it's always we not just I. The moment that Ilicaeth's reach was sensed, a sandy breeze came to life, shimmering with intermingled ooze; Rasavyth's reflection. Briefly, like a bomb, the sand explodes though there is none of the things usually associated with an explosion; no pain, no noise, just the briefest flash of intensity, then the sand drifts on easy breeze once more. « Does she? » It's not really a question. It's an indication that Rasavyth is considering the idea presented. « And why does your Alida concern herself with whether my K'zin is given a Silver Thread? What is in it for her? » This is all purred slowly, the sandy breeze tickling toward Ilicaeth. Rasavyth is curious, and the feeling is shared. (To Ilicaeth from Rasavyth) "No shit..." Alida notes around twitching lips, the blonde then muttering to Waki, "Now we just need ta' find those other stupid volumes. Get a move on, slacker." Smirk. One hand fishes into a beltpouch at her side, and soon enough pulls out a slip of paper with various hand-written names of tomes upon them, then passing them to the bronzer. "Can't believe anybody'd spend hours penning those bland pieces uv' tripe...but they're supposed ta' be informative." The unspoken-of paper now in Waki's hand silently directs him to specific missives that Alida's gotten wind of in her own fashion, books and hides that are the most informative on tactics, morale, leadership. « I'll take that ta' be a rhetorical question... » Ilicaeth snorts in a blast of sand that lasts only a second, though it stings none-the-less. His bronze brother's intensity is greeted by a dry, earthen chortle that sounds remarkably like Alida's, though it is indeed quite male. « SHE... » indeed, there's a wealth of respect behind that capitalized pronoun « ... wants to be included in on all of the lessons through you and I sharing them. » Yep, he's right there, out in the open. A long pause where sands become a tad more diffuse is followed by a wintry smirk felt along the muscles of Ilicaeth/Rasavyth mouths, the craggy blue then continuing. « *We* know you'll want payback. » Not K'zin, but Rasavyth will. « We know K'zin wanted more from the lessons Alida gives him. She'll teach'im a few of her craft secrets in exchange fer non-distorted, instant, accurate relays uv' all information you both glean from yer' lessons in silver threads. » (To Rasavyth from Ilicaeth) "You get laid or something?" K'zin queries softly, his tone one of teasing. She can't hurt him too much here without drawing attention, can she? It's not meant rudely, just more a friendly giving of shit for a surprisingly good mood. He's ready for a slap, smack, or other retribution that he'll take like a man (so long as it doesn't make him scream like a girl) judging from his slightly tensed form as he puts the book back on the shelf to receive her list. He lets his brown eyes take their time getting to the bottom of it and then it's back to looking at spines, this time actually looking for books instead of just pretending to. If he's keeping up with the conversation between the dragons in real time, he's not letting on. Who knows how much Ras tells him though. "None uv' your business, asshat..." is clipped off in especially good and companionable mood to K'zin, Alida actually snorking softly at the inquiry...since no weyrlings are allowed to boff, at this point. Would that really stop her, though? The bronzer receives no whack upside his head, however, the bluie only grinning wickedly over at him as she too searches for those memorized titles among the stacks...the blonde giving a sudden and real sneeze for the dust of accumulated turns circulating among them. "Gah.." Dipping in quickly to K'zin's side, Alida whispers near his ear, "Want ya' ta' tell me how much Ras is tellin' you once we're outta' here." Comprende? There's no quibbling over the amount of respect Alida is given. Aside from the general sense that Rasavyth finds something funny (that is almost always there at the edge of his touch), he's never indicated anything but respect for the blue pair. The bronze mind is engaged for moments and the patterns start to form in the sand, rushed into place by one breeze and swept away by another. « Why, Ilicaeth. You underestimate me, my dear fellow. » His charm oozes through the sandy patterns. « We will gladly share what we learn when K'zin receives his Silver Thread. If you like, we can share what we've been learning from Hraedhyth's Azaylia about the paperwork involved in running the Weyr. » A little side lesson of the bronze pair's own. « Or from Cadejoth's K'del about the leading of dragons. » Another relationship the bronze nurtures and encourages. « No recompense needed. » He's a friendly and reasonable dragon after all. The ooze shimmers with extra charming charm. « But- » Here's the catch! « -your Alida will need to be patient. My K'zin is still earning back Quinlys' trust for his unwise rule breaking or for his unwise confession, depending on how you see it, » The noncommittal tone of the bronze's honeyed tenor doesn't indicate his own view. « And it would not do to act too soon. We must choose our moment carefully; but rest assured, it is coming. » Though it is not said, the sensation that he has a plan is certainly there; but then, he always does. (To Ilicaeth from Rasavyth) "It would be if I were the one whose boots you were knocking." K'zin grumbles, though it's playful and with no real intent behind his words. "Or it would even be if we were friends and you wanted someone to tell about it." His brows furrow, a question coming from apparently nowhere all of a sudden: "Do you know how to look sexy? I mean, not like your face, just like-- expression in your body and face? Is it something all girls are born knowing how to do?" This is certainly a departure from the more serious topics at hand. As to her request to know how much he knows of what his lifemate knows, he makes no real response, though a brief secretive smile might give the game away. Only a scouring chuff is given to that hint of humor the bronze applies, Ilicaeth refusing to be baited, though a hint of small irritation at Rasavyth's sneaky ways is noted when golden sands tint down towards Igen ochre for a moment. Little vorticies of said sand whirl up tightly when Ras speaks of important paperwork and leading of dragons, the lattermost especially getting his concentration. « Alida always repays her debts, so K'zin and you'd likely better accept her priceless offer. After all, her special techniques will likely someday save yer rider's life. » Oh wait... did the bronze ever stop to think of how fragile human life can be, especially in *this* Weyr? Cue some reminders of the death of a weyrwoman not so long ago, as well as nooses left in living caverns, an ever-present Bones as Azaylia's guard... As for acting too soon, « Things Turns in the making require patience. I've got that down. » And if *he* has, then Alida will, is assured. (To Rasavyth from Ilicaeth) "You wish..." the blonde smirks out to K'zin, her expression quite honest in its darkly playful snark. "Do I seem like the confiding type?" is quite rhetorically riposted back at her clutchsib, Alida soon 'Ah-Ha'ing at one of those volumes she spies nearby. As fingers move to grab it, tug it lightly from a shelf, the guard blinks, shifts her gaze over to Waki, peering at him as if he's a little off his rocker. "Seriously?" is inquired around more humor, the woman then shrugging before she passes over aforementioned volume to the bronzer. "No, it ain't. That kind uv thing's cultivated, pretty much...likely in an attempt ta' seduce idiot males to their dooms, since enough women aren't given power equally." Snert. She catches that bit of a secretive smile, and the blonde's features screw up instantly into a small glower. "I'm not fuckin' around here, Waki. TRUTH." Stare. Sneaky? Rasavyth isn't sneaky. He's sweet, and charming, and friendly. Nevermind the clever words, smoke and mirrors of his mind. « If she feels she owes something, my K'zin will not refuse additional training. » Rasavyth allows breezily as though it makes no difference to him. He's not asking a price after all. « But please assure your Alida that she should only share secrets with my K'zin if she wishes to. It is not necessary for her to trade her secrets for something we will willingly give. She-- you-- both are our allies in this place. « If she wishes to teach him, she should for it is through our alliance and the betterment of all those in it that we are all strengthened. If she wishes to keep her secrets, they are hers. We do not ask for them. » See? Charming, friendly, kind=hearted. Not sneeeaky. (To Ilicaeth from Rasavyth) MmmHm. Yeah, not sneaky. The blue's more rapidly taking in his rider's inborn and trained sense of instant 'gut intuition,' Ilicaeth simply waving off Rasavyth's assurances as he responds with a gritty, « Debt paid in full, then. » Signed, sealed, delivered. And though the smaller dragon withdraws to some degree unless he's needed again, there's a lingering taste of dry desert remaining, the slight grit of sand felt in sensitive places as a reminder that Ilicaeth's still *there*. Watching. (To Rasavyth from Ilicaeth) "Maybe," is the most K'zin will cop to, but chances are pretty solid that since Alida's a girl and a fairly pretty one at that that there's been the occasional crazy day dream of exercise session turned tawdry. The snark doesn't seem to bother him, remaining in good humor as he answers question with a question: "Who doesn't like talking about sex?" He's seventeen. All the other conversations in the world have to wedge themselves into his understanding between two things: food and sex. "Not so much confiding. I was thinking more like bragging. It's not exactly a conquest, but it is in its own way, I guess. Y'like telling me when you've trounced me in hand-to-hand." It's probably not true the way he makes it sound; it's probably nothing more than instructively telling him he's lost, but instruction and bragging can occasionally sound the same to seventeen turn olds who want it to so that his example fits. "Yes, seriously. I've been watching the girls 'cause--well, just 'cause. And they all seem to know how to do it." He boggles a moment. Then the bronzer reaches high to grab a book from the top most shelf and pauses mid reach as a single brow quirks at the glower. "Alida, you just demanded, without so much as a please, that I tell you the details of my intimate conversations with Rasavyth. Put yourself in my shoes. S'worse than asking if you got laid, isn't it? If I posed the question to you, especially if I posed the question to you as a demand the way you did to me, you'd tell me to go fuck myself and not come back 'til I had some sense." The delivery of the words is cool, neutrally delivering the point. He's not playing a game, he's explaining his lack of response. « As she wishes. » Rasavyth's response is placating. He truly does not seem to care, though the sensation that he's tired of saying so exists in his touch. As Ilicaeth withdraws, there's no response from the bronze's mind except to strip down the sandy winds in his own mind and return to its neutral shimmering ooze and the general sensation of enjoying his flight. (To Ilicaeth from Rasavyth) A roll of eyes is all that greets K'zin's 'maybe,' Alida clipping off a crusty, "*I* don't. That's private shit." Sagenod. "Beatings 'r usually NOT private, however." Grin. As to watching girls... "Yer a healthy, young, not-totally-gay male. It follows that y'watch the womenfolk." A pointed look at the taller weyrling is followed by the blonde's quietly enunciated, "*I* ain't the typical female." Note: *not* 'girl.' As for intruding on Ras and Waki's private communiques... "Ahh shit." C'mon, 'lida, force it out. "Pardons. Alright, they're private. *But*... yer dealin' with other people on sensitive things in this, Waki. There's gotta be a...a certain discretionary bit uv' transparency." Where'd she learn some of those bigger words? The guard's supposed to be a trained thug. "I'll handle that, then, in my own way," is murmured. More searching for books ensues, another sneeze rocking the blonde in the meantime. "Maybe I am a totally gay male and you just don't know it. Maybe you're the one wishing it were my boots you were knocking and you just can't have me." K'zin challenges with pursed lips and a foppish flip of his empty hand as the other pulls the book down from the shelf. From the way he watches women, that's most likely not true, but he's shown zero inclination for his own gender, so if she's speculating that he might be gay, it's just as plausible for him to suggest that he doesn't like women at all. "'Lida," K'zin's smile now is tolerant and he reaches out his free hand to touch her shoulder, lightly - just enough to get her attention. "Are we friends? You call me ally, but are we friends?" He asks this quietly, and his brown gaze is intent on her green one. There's certainly more to be said about the issue of transparency and privacy, but the answer to this question dictates exactly what and how much he's about to tell her, so he waits for an answer. The only response for Waki's feigned foppishness is Alida's smirky little grin and her waving off of him as they peruse the stacks in relative silence. With the young man's touch - greeted by a quick look over and up to him - and his inquiry, however, a certain sense of hesitation and caution drifts over the blonde's features, her gaze flicking out towards where the bowl is located for a moment before returning to K'zin's browns. After a moment... "Here's a special gift from me, Waki: the truth." She sounds so very serious, almost oath-like. "Without Ras, I'd be sayin' an unequivocal 'yes.'" She knows that her painful truth will likely sting, so the guard continues in strangely soft, still quiet alto, "Whatever parts uv' you aren't touched by his ambitions...those'r the parts I *do* call friend...that I likely always will." The former Smith watches Alida intently through her answer. There's a long moment of silence, then a nod. It's certainly more than K'zin would've gotten even just a pair of months ago from the femme. "Alright. Then here's what I'll tell you, and it's the truth." His expression is serious and he leans in towards the woman, dipping his head slightly to make for a more intimate contact. "I tell my friends things I don't tell others. Rasavyth is ambitious. He is my lifemate. And he is amazing." His baritone is intense, a shadow of what he feels about his lifemate. "You know," Because she has one, "that it's not physically possible for me to share with you everything that he is and isn't. But I am still me. He brings out the best in me. I learn from him. We share hopes, and dreams and ambitions." There is no sense that any of this is less than the absolute truth. He leans back. "I heard everything. We share everything. Alida, you trust me? Then you trust him. We're allies; we won't betray you or anyone else." She was readied for anger, for pain, for something...not like what Waki gives her. And when he responds so equitably, and with what he offers as truth...Alida is a bit floored for a few moments, her eyes widening slightly, her form leaning in just a bit towards the bronzer's so that their foreheads almost contact. Oh, how she wants to believe him utterly. Only small nods escape the woman at times as she responds to what K'zin tells her, the guard's mobile expression held in check, though her greens flash this or that on occasion as her clutchsib speaks. And when he's done... "They're *all* amazing t'us, Waki. They're our lifemates." She understands that part of it...and how. And when the young man shares with her that he's a party to all that transpired between Ilicaeth and Rasavyth just now...the blonde slowly sighs, and bobs her head once again. A hand reaches out to him, and seeks to take up one of the ex-Smith's in its slightly cool and firm clasp, trying to grip it in a lock of thumbs about one another, fingers cupping across backs of hands. Perhaps to seal the deal, the young woman gently bonks her forehead to Waki's, her greens now close to browns and looking deeply into them. "Here's ta' the greatest good coming outta' all this planning." "I'm learning-" K'zin begins slowly, by way of further explanation, "-to have a good poker face. Practice makes perfect. Guess I must not have it right yet." Since there was a secretive smile to be seen. He doesn't seem to mind the clasp of his hand and his hand is warm in contrast, and his large digits curl around her hand, grip strong but gentle. The forehead bonk earns a wrinkle of his nose. "Later we can drink to it." He says with a grin. "I think I'll be testing out of my remedial classes. Maybe by next month I'll have my privileges back." "Still workin' on my own, after all these Turns..." Alida comments about a slender smirk. "Gettin' better all th' time. Keep practicin'. Even tougher's learnin' ta' smile even when y'feel like chokin' someone." Wink. A nod is offered to Waki's words of getting those irritating basic classes out of the way, the blonde noting quietly, "Makes more time fer the crap yet t'come...if yer protest wins out." A quirk of lips and slightly glittering greens presage her alto, "And *I'll* be keepin' t'my usual outer behaviors. Gotta keep people thinkin' I'm a complete wreck uv' a hothead inside all the time." There's still leftover contempt and ire in her voice for what occurred with Quinlys. Someone's got a long memory. "That's the next one after the poker face. Fortunately and unfortunately, I don't get a lot of opportunity to practice that one." K'zin responds with a grin, leaning back and releasing his grip on her. "Yep. Trading one set of learning hopefully for another." They definitely have a plan. "Hey, what happened to make it so you don't think you'll get a Silver Thread?" He might've heard rumor, but he wants it from the runner's mouth, apparently. "Yep, that one's a real bastard..." Alida smirks out to false happy face, disengaging from Waki as he does her. "Betcha' could learn from Br-, er, Aishani." A soft snicker presages the blonde returning to looking around for those certain volumes they were in search of before, her expression and mood going flat and a little dour when K'zin inquires after the incident. After some moments for recollection - and for keeping her temper in check - the guard mutters quietly, "I asked about the program. she kept firing off questions ta' my questions. Seemed she was intimating things about trustin' me, given my own difficulties with that." Shrug. "I told her professional mistrust 'n personal mistrust are different beasties, but she wasn't havin' any uv' it. I got ticked at her veiled accusations, let fly when she got m'guard down...and she took advantage uv' such, 'n said I was a danger ta' everyone." "She, Quinlys?" K'zin clarifies with a furrowed brow. "Hm. Strange." What exactly he finds strange about it, he doesn't expound upon. He pulls down one more book before offering the small stack to Alida. "If you grabbed the last three, I think these are the first ones on your list." After the offering is made, he adds, "I think you're getting better at that trusting thing. At least a bit. Look at us, we're already friends and I still had five turns and more on my friendship probation period." If his hands are empty by then a friendly and light shoulder punch would be directed to her. "Yep..." Alida mutters, then accepting those other volumes from K'zin. Her features are guarded, but still showing bits of her remaining ire within over that rowe with Quinlys. "Why strange?" is inquired, greens shifting to browns. As for the trusting thing... "Don't remind me," is grunted out a bit sourly, the bluie sticking out a bit of her tongue to her clutchsib when he lightly socks her in the shoulder. "Takin' advantage uv' my full hands..." she complains, the woman then suddenly headquirking before asking, "Ilicaeth said Ras told him about you gettin' lessons from K'del 'n Azaylia about how dragons lead, 'n paperwork. Think I c'n get those from ya, too?" "Take the advantages you can get, right?" K'zin teases, though the sentiment is true enough. "Strange just 'cause that's not the Quinlys I remember from growing up. But then I've never known her well. She was just the big sister of a pal when I was little." A little shrug, "She's probably changed a lot in the turns tho'. She had to go through all this too." Weyrlinghood, he means. There's a nod for the other lessons. "Do you want my notes that we made afterward or for Ras to flash it all to Ilicaeth? The notes are pretty thorough if you're inclined toward that." "Yeah, pretty much... unless it'd mean betrayin' someone big time..." Alida comments, her attention upon the books she's shuffling into her arms to balance them properly. At word of Quinlys, the bluie wrinkles her nose, responds dourly, "She fuckin' *lured* me, baited me, Waki. She doesn't *deserve* my professional trust, much less personal." Yep, still stewing, is our good Alida. "Huh? Oh, yeah. Both, if possible. I wanna be thorough... 'n Ras 'n 'caeth might give us both insights we might potentially overlook. Hey, you didn' tell me about K'del 'n Azaylia..." "Oh, no, the notes I meant were about K'del and Zay. I don't have any else of what you're looking for yet. Or you mean I didn't tell you I was getting lessons for Zay about paperwork and talking about stuff with K'del?" K'zin cants his head, looking a touch perplexed. The matter of Quinlys is met with a nod. He accepts her experience with the woman. "This-- this is maybe a thought that could help you. Sometimes you don't have to respect the person in the position to respect the position. Sometimes, it's easier to respect the position without dealing with the person who happens to be doing the job - like K'del sort of does with Weyrwoman Aishani. A hand lifts to run through his hair. "I'd better get back in line of sight. With my luck, someone will think we're snogging back here or something." "Oh..." Alida murmurs back to Waki, then shaking her head a couple of times. "Got my channels mixed. Thought you meant the hopefully upcoming notes you'll two'll get from the silver threads thing. But it applies just as well ta both the program and the stuff you already have from K'del 'n Zay." And then the blonde finds herself regarding K'zin once again as he speaks of respecting the title... 'lida taking on a rather thoughtful look for a few moments before responding with, "Mm...might work. Remember my da' tellin' me somethin' like that long ago...though I think I wasn't fully listenin'." Snort. "Mebee been takin' enough shit on the professional level too personally, at times." And then words of potential snogging are hitting her ears, making the guard cackle a little more loudly than she might've wished. "Yeah; don't let Quinlys hear uv' that, 'r she might try ta' ban ya from her fucking precious program." Snort. "Talk with ya' later, Waki." Pause. "Thanks." The cackle prompts a grin, "Well, now you've gone and blown our cover. Definitely sounds more like snogging than studying." Because all laughter in between shelves of the record room obviously means clandestine snogging, right? Amusement reigns on K'zin's face as he lifts a hand to give a lazy two fingered salute to Alida. "Anytime, pal." The last word is twisted with a tone of amusement. Friends, at last. Victory. His grin is flashed before he moves down the aisle, pausing to pick up a book of his own before returning to his map. "Dirty dog..." Alida notes around a small smirk to K'zin's continued dalliance with snogging, the blonde pacing off in another direction that allows them not to be seen together, even as she notes over her shoulder, "Piss off, flathead." Snort-smirk. Nope, she'll not allow him to have the last word. |
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Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 22 Apr 2013 21:35:27 GMT.
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*laughs* One has to wonder how much a pair of schemers can learn from preparing menus and storage inventory. xD
Still, it's an interesting idea Alida had. Let's see if the WLMs buy it. ;)
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