Logs:Got it Together Tonight
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| RL Date: 4 April, 2013 |
| Who: Mave, N'ky |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: A talk, cuddles and Cailluneth steals N'ky. |
| Where: Sheltered Lakeside Ledge |
| When: Day 5, Month 6, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Warm sunshine and cloudless skies make for a beautiful day and pleasantly warm evening. A breeze tempers the heat with no humidity lingering in the air. |
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| Sheltered Lakeside Ledge, High Reaches Weyr The far side of the lake gets much less foot traffic - there's less grass, due to the poorer soil, and the bed of the lake is muddy and not at all as nice to walk in. But a small stand of four willow trees with long branches hanging low and swinging in the breeze provides some relief from the sun during the heat of the day. A pair of small curved benches sit underneath the trees. The ground rises up sharply towards the northwest end of the lakeside, and the waterfall that feeds the lake thunders downwards there, foaming the water and creating a fine mist in the air that distorts the light. The days are getting increasingly more pleasant as spring creeps towards summer, and today has been no exception; even now, with Rukbat tucked away for the night and Belior and Timor gleaming brightly overhead, the temperature calls for little more than a jacket - and even then, those brave enough can easily go without. Overhead, the velvety dark sky is clear of clouds, studded with stars and appearing as the perfect canopy over a Weyr that's getting ready to turn in for the night. Having passed a note on to Mave while in the caverns for dinner asking her to meet him by the willows, N'ky now waits there with Cailluneth. She's much bigger now, being longer than he is tall - and her head's almost on a level with his where he stands in front of her, hands cupped around her jaw, cheek pressed to her muzzle. Both weyrlings' eyes are closed and it's a peaceful enough sight to behold, though the twitch of the green's tail shows she's very much alert - listening, perhaps, for the sound of footsteps. Footsteps easy to pick up on, Mave uninterested in masking any of hers; too, the murmured chirping of the blue firelizard nipping at the ends of her hair is warning. It's somewhat past the proposed meeting time, and what must've been a small rush through the caverns has left her breathing shorter on arrival, a little flushed in the cheeks the firelizard nudges while gnawing. Hands are stuffed in her olive jacket pockets as she maneuvers in towards the willows, lending a vague sway to her gait as she sacrifices balance for the comfort of curled hands in pockets-- though the weather's provided no reason. Though she hasn't snuck in, she waits for a sure parting of the weyrlings, standing at the edge of the ledge with an idle rub of her hand over her eyebrow. Cailluneth moves first - well, she makes the first sound, anyway. The green makes a rumbling growl and flexes her wings, then N'ky opens one eye to grin cheekily across at Mave. One hand leaves his lifemate's soft hide and he beckons her over, before he reluctantly raises his head from Cailluneth's and readjusts his new-looking leather jacket by tugging at the hem. "Hi," he says in a soft voice, echoed by a wuffle of soft breath from his dragon, aimed both at Mave and her firelizard. "Who's your friend?" Contact between the weyrlings isn't broken as Cailluneth presses in close to his back, peering around his shoulder to watch with a curiosity-filled gaze. "Hey." Mave squints as the blue lizard snaps especially roughly at her hair, pulling strands dangerously close to her ear. Clearly, not sharing the same affections as the green pair. In retaliation, but a tired and practiced method, she bats her hand and nearly upends the firelizard off her shoulder. "My mum's," is explained lowly, "He ate your message, so I guess he decided that meant he should come, too." Feeling bidden by the greeting, she strolls in further, feet lazy enough to scuff and drag on the ground with every few steps. "Oh - he ate it?" N'ky finds this amusing; a grin quirks up one corner of his mouth, and he runs his fingers gently through his growing curls. "W-would you like to sit?" He tilts his head toward the benches, indicating them further with a sweep of his hand. Cailluneth flexes her wings, blowing a warm breath over the blue firelizard after turning her head to examine him; not interesting, her huff seems to say. N'ky then holds his hand out to Mave, looking... hopeful. Will she take it? The nervous angle of his crooked smile isn't so sure she will. The firelizard squawks with high-pitched insult, flapping wings that smack Mave in the cheek before he wings off, tangling in the nearest willow tree. Rubbing the back of her knuckles on the assailed side of her face, she rolls her eyes, humming out a note of demonstration: see? But the offered hand has her fingers dropping to his, curling around his palm in such a productive hold that affection seems lost, except that she's smiling, close-mouthed, at him sweetly. Stretching a second set of fingers, these are for Cailluneth; she'll let herself be led, but prioritize curling her hand under the green's knobs in the remembered favored scratching spot. Cailluneth is not so impressed with the firelizard's antics, but Mave's touch to her headknobs has her rumbling a deep, growly appreciation. She lowers her head so the touch can be just right, padding alongside while N'ky leads them to the bench to sit. He looks pretty chuffed at the hand-holding, and switches their grasp to knot their fingers together once they're beside one another on the bench, with Cailluneth lying awkwardly close - close enough, in fact, that her head rests on N'ky's lap, tilted towards Mave - "She wants you to keep going," he explains for her, while he rubs his hand over her muzzle. "I, um, w-wanted to ask you something... some things, actually." Fingers give a gentle squeeze of Mave's, and his cheeks flare up in a rosy blush. "As my lady commands," Mave snerks affectionately, though she balances somewhat poorly when having to cross her far hand over her lap to keep scratching. Pushing weight onto the combined fingers of hers and N'ky, she turns in, one knee coming up on the bench to support Cailluneth's habit. "Uh huh," is encouraged distractedly of the weyrling, while her head tips idly back and forth every so often while watching the green. Balancing back on her knee and butt, she lifts her free hand to tuck hair behind her ear-- only to recall, while dragging N'ky's knuckles against her head, that she has no free hand-- resulting in a soft pfft as she loosens the unintentional pulling. "I've clearly got it together tonight." N'ky lets go of her hand, though he, also, reaches to tuck her hair back behind her ear... with a little shy lingering on her cheek before he brings his hand back to run nervously through his own hair. He smiles lopsidedly, resting his hand on the bench between them, while the other continues stroking idly over Cailluneth's nose. "Um... s-so I wanted to ask if, um, y-you think you'd still like to kiss me? And, um, if that means you'd like to... to m-maybe be something, um, a l-little more than a friend? When we're allowed to do things like that?" Reflexively, Mave tucks the exact same strand, in the exact same way he did, without seeming to really notice she's doing it; so fixated is she on listening, processing his words. Eyes jump to Cailluneth, her mouth thinning carefully, but, with a quick glance to N'ky, her fingers strength their scratching, upping production in a vain effort to keep the dragon in a lull of distraction. "Alright, straight-forward. I can appreciate that." Head bobbing, she tucks her chin to swallow importantly, then looks him in the eye. "I'd like to kiss you, but it's kind of like... I want to just kiss. It's fun, and... I don't want to make a big deal out of it and squash that fun right now." Her hand pops up, pleading with her palm for him not to interrupt or form opinions just yet. "It could be, by the time you're allowed, that something happens with us. But I'd feel-- " she squints, measuring to herself, determing a better course: "I wouldn't want to limit stuff by thinking too far ahead. What if you decide someone in the barracks is amazing? You'd feel all guilty, thinking you had to come back and explain it me," her eyes roll, suggesting an estimation of worth with the emphasis. "Ok." N'ky says when she's finished. He nods his head as he bites down on his lip; a hint of a smile tweaks at the corner of his mouth. "Um... that works k-kind of perfectly, with, um, wh-what I was going to say." He clears his throat awkwardly, looking down at the bench between them. "I l-like you a whole lot, Mave, b-but Cailluneth changes wh-what I could've given you before. What I would have liked to have given you. Um..." A nervous pause, during which he looks down at his dragon; she's still happily rumbling away under the affection she's getting. "H-having her means I'll... y'know. Have... have f-flights, and... a-and that means, um, m-more than k-kissing with other people, and, um... I feel guilty for that already, b-because if you w-wanted me, I'd want to be just yours. I c-can't do that now, b-but I still like you. A whole lot, a-and I'd like to kiss you, too. If you still want to." Brisk, pleased nodding follows along with N'ky's words. Mave's fingers slow to acknowledge her careful thinking, but, catching herself, she compensates with a more luxurious rubbing on Cailluneth's hide. "Oh, don't feel guilty," she blurts out, almost motherly in its clucking reassurance. "That's just... being a rider. It's like me having freckles." Pause. "No... no, that doesn't make any sense." A soft noise of frustration focuses inward before she forces out a sigh to interrupt any plummeting into self-conscious thoughts. "How about... I don't try to explain. Just, don't beat yourself up too hard about flight stuff, promise me, and..." her smile softens, eyes shining as she curls a hand on the bench, "Know that it's nice of you to say. That you would've liked to at all." Reaching out, N'ky runs the pad of his thumb over said freckles, smiling shyly. Oiling Cailluneth has softened his hands considerably, but there's still a slight roughness as a reminder of his former career. "Y-you're special, Mave. Um... y-you're my sh-shooting star." His fingers linger on her jaw, and he leans in a fraction closer - not close enough to kiss, but the simmering intent is there. "No m-matter what I do, you'll still be s-special. Cailluneth thinks so, too." She raises her head from N'ky's lap to bump her nose gently against Mave's thigh, breathing soft, hot breath into her lap. It makes her weyrling grin, bordering on laughter. "See?" Then the smile fades a fraction, and he comes close enough to press his forehead gently to hers. "I'd like an us one day, if you'd like that. But I'd like to kiss you and cuddle with you and do wh-whatever you'd like, before then... e-even if there is no then. I-is that ok?" Mave's blinking a suspicious amount; either she's having a brain aneurysm, or she's attempting to not grow as flustered as N'ky's words have made her feel. Lips tremble to hold back stupid smiles, till her mouth aches. A couple of fingers start towards him, towards curls she ruined, then curl in retreat. Opposite ones stall, starting and stopping on Cailluneth, caught between distraction and using the practical scratching as a baseline; it's easy, physical. Short-shorn nails against hide. She giggles when they're partially dislodged by the bump of the green's head, knocking her forehead back and forth against N'ky's. "Special." She weighs it, like one might a difficult math problem. "I'm just me." Bringing both hands up, she cradles the growing dragon's nose. Lips thin, thinking, and: "Okay... okay," even though being special to someone has lowered her shoulders as if with the weight of responsibility, those four words sound a lot less like 'okay' and lot more like 'thank you'. Perhaps Cailluneth makes him bolder, as N'ky reaches for Mave's hand, setting it back on its aborted course towards his growing curls. His hold lingers on her wrist once he's set her fingers against his untameable 'do, before gently easing off to slide down her forearm before dropping down to stroke over Cailluneth's eyeridges. He tilts his head towards her, leaning in to make it easier to stroke through his hair - if she will, of course. "Mave." A breathy, questioning little syllable. "Being you is what makes you special." And then he leans in close enough to seal the deal - though he diverts from her lips to plant a soft kiss on her cheek. Instinctively turning her head to avoid a rule-breaking becomes unnecessary when N'ky handles himself, and Mave sits, prim and properly still as he kisses her cheek. It bobs up with her timid grin, banishing a remnant of skepticism that'd been hanging on for dear life. "Okay," now has a different tone, lightly faux-scolding, "Now that's it." She'd tugged playfully at the ends of his hair, seeing if any will bounce out like a true curl, before dropping her hand to her hip. She scoots backwards, separating them to let her rest the hand peaceably on her raised knee. "You said you had-- things? Was that things? Now I can't remember how many questions that was." N'ky looks sulky for just a moment at being told that's all he's getting, then he laughs and bites down on his lip to try and suppress his goofily huge grin. He leans back against the bench, Cailluneth with her head once more in his lap, the curve of her tail touching Mave's foot. "That was things," the weyrling says with a little shrug of one shoulder as he strokes adoringly over his lifemate's dainty muzzle. "Um... th-there might have been more things if you'd, um, s-said something different, but I think I covered all of the, um, things." His lips purse and brow furrows briefly in thought, then he pats the bench beside him. "You can, um, c-come sit beside me, if you'd like? If Cailluneth minded, she would've let us both know. She's g-got a, well, a bit of a temper, really." He shrugs his shoulder again, almost apologetically this time, then pats the bench again. "Good! Things settled." Something in the ambiguity of the word amuses Mave, dismissing the last sentiments of question or responsibility. Listening, a little glimmer appears in her eye; she starts to open her mouth, then reconsiders, quashing it, and just turns the jaw closing into momentum for a nod. "Well, you never can be too careful. Thinking you're fine and suddenly-- line crossed!" She seems to be musing in general, rather than applying to their particular situation. "A temper, hmm. Have you now." No pushing on the matter, instead using the time to coax her fingers across Cailluneth's neck, or what she can reach. "So, what's next? I think..." biting her lip, she raises fingers off of the green to tick time quietly by on her fingers, one-- two-- three-- "Are you guys... gliding now?" Hesitance shines in her voice, her squint. Cailluneth growls lowly, a warm, happy sound that makes N'ky smile lovingly at her. "She l-likes you stroking her there," he shares, bumping over a little way along the bench to be closer to Mave, if she won't come to him. Once there's almost the brush of shoulder-to-shoulder he stops, looking down at her with a cheeky, crooked smile. "Gliding comes later this month, b-but, um, we're going to be hunting." This is said with far more excitement than that which he applies to the prospect of gliding. Thoughts of it rouse Cailluneth, whose eyes open and whirl with excitement, head raising from N'ky's lap to look over towards the feeding pens - not that they're visible from their current spot. "She can't wait," the teenager laughs, reaching out to stroke along the opposite side of his lifemate's neck to where Mave is touching her. Opposites: Mave's mouth turns in disappointment, less enthused about hunting as gliding-- but, then again, what would hunting really do for her. Disturbed by a stirring Cailluneth, her fingers lift, hovering inches off of green hide, wary of additional moves. "Yeah," she decides factually, "It's nice when you can do something for yourself." When you want something done right, after all. When the green seems less likely to suddenly bolt, scratching idly takes up, exploring the growing neck. She leans lightly over N'ky's legs to reach new places, giving him a fantastically messy view of her hair, before she straightens back up to rub the muzzle. "I'm also trying to do something exciting to me, Cailluneth," she addresses the weyrling dragon fully, eyes on eyes, "Wish me luck?" Cailluneth looks at Mave with blue-whirled eyes, slowly blinking her outermost set of eyelids. Then she rests her head in the girl's lap, huffing a breath right against her tummy. "That might be luck," N'ky deciphers, leaning in to rub Cailluneth's forehead. Still stroking his lifemate, he reaches to tuck a stray strand of Mave's hair behind her ear, lingering a little closer to her and for a few seconds longer than is strictly necessary. "What are you trying to do, Mave? C-can we help you, with anything?" Mave hums a long moment, perhaps coordinating the words to explain. "I'd like to get together some talent to put on a theater show." A slight grimace at the frivolous sound of the event lingers at the corner of her mouth and she swallows past it, still staring down at Cailluneth, "The Harpers didn't have enough help, but I thought, hey, I know a lot of people who can do things, from being in the caverns so long." Eyes raise to N'ky, "But don't you worry. You've got a lot to deal with on your own and all. Last time I tried to trade for a weyrling's time, Quinlys said no." She holds no offense against the Weyrlingmaster, fully respecting the experienced rider's authority on the matter. "Makes sense." Though that doesn't mean it quashed her enthusiasm any less at the time. N'ky's expression brightens up with the reveal of Mave's plan. "Oooh," he says approvingly, nodding his head. "That sounds like a great idea." He reaches for another hair-tuck, even though there's nothing there to tuck behind her ear - it just gives him an excuse to touch her, if only fleetingly. "We -- I -- do still have so much to do, Mave. Um... I h-have lessons, normal lessons, catch-up lessons, and, um, l-lessons with Madilla, too, for... well, she's trying to teach me how to not stutter." His cheeks flush in embarrassment, and he hunches his shoulders a little, curling in on himself. "I'm s-so busy that I'm actually sleeping. Almost a full night." Which is an achievement for him! He smiles, leaning over to rest lightly against Mave. "I can't wait to see your show, though. What show will it be?" Mave bites down on a smile when the idea's approved, attempting to remain neutral and professional. His excess hair-tucking leads her to bring her own hands up, abandoning Cailluneth entirely, to rearrange strands everywhere. She gathers it all better under the assumption that it'd needed fixing. "That's a lot of lessons," is agreed kindly, a brief practical nod. Confusion briefly dips her eyebrows, over a matter of stuttering; she debates internally, then opts to forget. "Well, I'm glad you're sleeping." Rested on, she squirms to try and emulate a more comfortable pillow, but her scrawny angles are not particularly built for the cause. "I looked through this big old tome of them and I think I've settled on one. It's kind of a farce about doing your duty. Seemed like the Weyr could use something... light." Eyes narrow; but who is she to say. Built for the cause or not, N'ky seems to be comfortable in his leaning - so much so that he curls an arm around the back of the bench, resting it lightly on Mave's shoulders; it's an invitation for her to lean back against him, if she'd like. Cailluneth shifts her head into his lap, and he strokes her lovingly. "I like the s-sound of that," the green weyrling nods approvingly, gently bumping his nose against the top of Mave's head. "I th-think you've got a really good idea. A bit of e-entertainment might be the p-perfect way of... soothing things?" Would soothing be the right word? He tests it, ponders it, then bites down on his lip. "Calming. Soothing? Something like that. You'll maybe f-fix some things!" "An idea's only an idea, if I can't find people for it." Not discouraged, however; there still exist a few solutions up Mave's sleeve, shining in the corner of her eye. "I thought so, too! Though, I think you're taking it a bit far now. Even if I were in a position to 'fix' things, I wouldn't ever want to depend on me." A soft laugh, "The fifteen turn old." Minor protest flares around the corners of her mouth, souring her features for an instant; she hesitates, contemplates. Biting off the beginning of a nastier thought, she swallows it down like bitter medicine. "But," a sigh seeks to carry all that weight that doesn't belong to her back to its intended, "This is still my home, so. I'll do what it is I can." N'ky squeezes his arm around Mave's shoulders, drawing her in against him and pressing his lips in a gentle kiss to her hair. "I d-don't think the Weyr can depend on just one anyone, b-but, um, I believe you c-can... um, make a difference. For sure." He seems pretty confident - and not only in what he's saying. The green weyrling's overall more sure of himself, with his touch lovingly caressing Cailluneth, and Mave cuddled (albeit loosely enough for her to wriggle away) to his side. "I d-didn't know you were just 15, Mave... you s-seem older. But, um, th-that doesn't mean that you can't make a difference. To our home." Because it's his now too, right? "No," she agrees, "But it feels kind of like people are trying to make it." As for Mave making a difference, she has no further note, just running her hands down to her knees and squeezing them. Her cheek naturally nestles into him for the sensation of a comforting kiss; she frowns in concentration a moment but lets it be: she said no more, but it's kind of nice. That was more for her. "I do?" Eyeing herself skeptically, she shrugs, shoulder bumping him aimlessly, "I don't feel older." Which settles that. "Anyway, I'm not setting out for a difference," hand smoothes back over along her thigh, "I"ll be just fine with making a play." The shoulder-bump makes N'ky pout in mock-hurt, before he bumps her gently back, with an extra squeeze to make sure he doesn't bump her too far. It's a bump-and-hug! Cailluneth makes a soft, sleepy sighing sound, closing her eyes and nestling her chin more comfortably in her weyrling's lap. He caresses her muzzle, then reaches up to run his finger featherlight along the length of Mave's nose, gently tapping the end before he leans in to kiss the same spot. Then he presses his forehead to hers, nosetip to nosetip. "Will you take a role in it, Mave? Can you act?" "Hairyballs, no," Not that she sounds terrified of the idea, just casually swearing off it, "I'm just recruiting. I'm a-- actually, I don't know what the title would be." Mave's eyes cross as she talks, attempting to narrowly eye him, there, at her nose. "Come on, now," she lightly scolds, "What did I say?" Desperately hoping the breathy giggle from her nose being tickled will be ignored; it somewhat ruins the effect. But to no avail, as the nose wrinkles, twitches; her cheeks bulge, bothered. A second-- calm-- and-- then she rears her head back and sneezes powerfully, right into him if he's not careful. "Arghck!" N'ky backs up quickly to avoid the sneeze, jolting Cailluneth awake as he jumps away. Not that it was a clean break; he rubs the back of his hand over his cheek, frowning sulkily at Mave. "H-hey... you didn't have to do that." A concerned snort comes from the green dragonet, and N'ky's quick to soothe her - with two hands, once he's cleaned off the sneeze-mopping one against his thigh. "I'm s-sorry, Mave." Sorry enough for there to now be a gap between the two of them, which seems even bigger to him as he leans forward to cradle his lifemate's pretty head in his arms, curling them around her neck in a hug. "M-maybe I should take Cailluneth back to the barracks." Hand pushing up against her nose, Mave shakes her head wildly, hair flying all over, "Oh jeez, sorry, N'ky. I just-- my nose." He tickled it; she ferociously scratches along the length, shoulders drooping in relief. Having straightened on the bench with the sudden distance between them, she slides her feet out in front of her in a stretch, as her hand more slowly leaves her face. "Oof. I do have things to do, for this play business." Her nose remains twitchy, tainting her voice as she mumbles, "You and Cailluneth have a good evening?" Frowning, N'ky rubs at his forehead and huffs out a soft breath. Cailluneth gets up to her feet and backs up a step so she can stretch out in a stiff-legged yawn, then she bumps her nose sweetly against Mave's foot before turning to plod off tiredly to sniff about around the base of one of the willows. She doesn't go far; she's never far from N'ky. Without the green's head to worry about, the weyrling bites determinedly down on his lip, then leans across and in one fluid movement, tucks his arm under Mave's legs, the other going behind her back to hoist her up and into his lap. He curls his arms tightly around her, pressing his cheek to her ear and just... cuddling. Still and soft, with his breath warm against her hair. With his lips near her ear, he whispers, "I l-left something for you by the, um, ledge. Next to the lake? The old weyr one? I can maybe show it to you, sometime?" Then his hold loosens, allowing her to scramble away if she wants. "Uhh-- aghhh!" Being, even gently, manhandled catches Mave off-guard, and unable to defend herself except with the squishing of her hands against N'ky's chest until she realizes she can relax. Still, a sullenness clings to her cheeks, her mouth, as his warmth spreads across her ear. She shudders a little, like it might tickle again, but they are blessedly free of sneezes. "Left something..." blusters out, confused. In her wonder, she jerks her chin towards him, turning to look him in eyes much closer than she anticipates, despite being cradled like a baby. "Is it going to be okay out in the weather? Wait, why aren't we saying what it is? Is it too big to move, is that why it's there? If it's taller than me, I'm not responsible for carrying it back to my room." With his nose being so close to Mave's again and that sneeze such a recent memory, N'ky backs up a bit, biting down on his lip and looking at her a little warily, just in case there's another brewing in there somewhere. Her confused questions make him smile first, then he laughs, shaking his head dismissively. "It's going to get better with the weather, and it can't be moved, and it's... well, n-not taller than you, but it is heavier... you can't take it back to your room." He shakes his head again, more gently this time. "I c-could take you to see it, um, l-later, if you'd like? Once Cailluneth's settled... I might need to, um, help you up to it." It feels like a riddle now, and it rattles around in Mave's brain with a fierce intensity that shows in her eyes. "Better... taller... heavier," she repeats hesitantly, nose wrinkled but only in pensiveness. Later seems perilously far away, but she tries to relieve some of the guessing pressure by nodding. "O-okay. Help me ?-- okay." Maybe, maybe not. Hands up; she's surrendering. Swinging a leg down, she throws herself to her feet -- not in a particular rush just to leave N'ky, but a typical fast scramble for her. "Get Cailluneth settled." N'ky gets to his feet too, reaching out to try and grasp Mave's hand with his. Cailluneth trots over, her head snaking low to the ground as she yawns, then she leads the way back along the muddy ground towards the barracks. Before they leave the lake, though, N'ky pauses, looking over to where the diving cliff is lit up by the moons' light. "I'll meet you there?" He leans down (and such a long way down, too!) to lightly kiss the top of her head, barely more than the touch of lips to dark hair. "Cailluneth won't take long to settle." The green dragonet's already a way ahead of him, having stopped to look back over her shoulder to see where her weyrling is. N'ky grins at Mave, gives her a gentle squeeze, then trots off after his green and in the direction of the barracks. Mave's hands windmill near the top of her head as she spots him looming down on her so obviously. "N'ky! You're not listening!" It isn't the harshest scold it could be, but a sense of exasperation leaks in. "Yeah, um. Meet you there." Since they're already leaving, it seems a waste to press the point. Curling her arms around herself, hands sliding underneath the short hang of her olive jacket, she begins to meander purposefully -- a contradiction she pulls off only by accident -- for the ledge destination. Eventually, she pulls her hands out and sets to fixing her hair to pass time. And fixing. And tying up. And pulling down. And wrapping, and biting on, and realizing she's biting on, then twirling the ends, then realizing she's twirling the ends... She's nearly got half of it in a very questionable fish-tail braid courtesy of Hana's experiments when the weyrling shows up, a local with a familiar face, who expresses condolences, but N'ky's priorities were shifted. Glancing with sullen curiosity towards the ledge, Mave abandons it all, allowing the weyrling to walk with her back towards the caverns; they end up discussing pie and fish bait and the ledge can wait. |
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Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Sat, 06 Apr 2013 01:03:12 GMT.
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Awhaw. Poor Mave and her maybe-brain-aneurysm. TEENAGERS. WHY. SO. AWKWARD. <3 It was a cute scene, and I love how Cailluneth's gotta be in the middle of it all. x3 So cute.
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