Logs:If the mountain doesn't come to you...
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| RL Date: 13 November, 2014 |
| Who: Edyis, R'hin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Edyis has been scarce, R'hin has a request. |
| Where: Bathing Pools, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 8, Month 4, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Gretvyn/Mentions, Cron/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: as usual feel free to add/edit/correct anything I may have missed. Additional Notes: The harper saying referred to is if the mountain will not come to Mohammed, Mohammed must go to the mountain. |
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>---< Bathing Pools, High Reaches Weyr >-------------------------------------<
Omnipresent clouds of steam slink across the tops of three naturally warm
pools, set into the floor of this kidney-shaped cavern. Near the entrance
the ceiling is high and polished, gleaming with little mineral specks as
it sweeps downward into increasingly ragged, uneven steps. The foremost of
the pools is squared off with wide steps leading down into the water and
has faucets for bringing in cooler water from a rain-catching cistern.
Primarily used for laundry, there's an almost constant film of suds along
its surface until the circulating current clears it at the end of the day.
Four sinks line the nearest wall and various tubs stored beneath allow for
the washing of delicates. Laundry bags can be dropped off in the bins near
the door and clean, folded laundry is stacked in rows of tall cubbies for
easy pickup.
The bend in the cavern leads to a rougher-hewn part of the chamber where
the two circular bathing pools welcome those in need of a wash. Towels and
washcloths are kept in neat stacks on shelves along the wall, along with
sacks of sweetsand and a few bars of precious soap. Stone benches provide
a place for sitting to remove shoes and clothing, while a row of gleaming
brass hooks stand above, ready to hold clothes and robes.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
Edyis F 19 5'4" Healthy, Brown hair, Brown eyes 0s
R'hin M 52 6'1 lean, sandy hair, pale blue eyes 1s
----------------------------------< Exits >---------------------------------
Inner Caverns
>------------------------------------------< 8D 4M 36T I10, spring night >---< It's early -- or at least, early for one used to either Savannah's schedule, or late nights working at a certain lounge. Most people are already well into their day, but R'hin's only just starting with brief soak, drying himself off and settling down on a bench to pull on pants and boots. The air in the bathing pools is particularly warm, though he doesn't seem in any hurry, taking his time in tying his boots, almost like he's waiting for someone. It had been a debate over the issue of time, but ultimately, a particular makeshift bartender decides to make her way to the baths, a change of fresh clothes in hand and an almost vacant expression on her face. So focused is she on the task at hand that she passes R'hin entirely. At least until she sets the clothing change into one of the cubbies and glances in his direction beginning to work the buttons on her vest. Recognition sets in and her fingers come away from the buttons. "Oh, Hey R'hin." It isn't quite sheepish, but it isn't bursting with her usual enthusiasm. When she glances his way, he's looking at her, all expectant and amused. "Have to work on that observance skill of yours," R'hin says in a low voice, quiet enough that the chiding tone might well be missed. With a wave of the hand, he declares, "Keep going," except, now he's watching and doesn't even seem to have the grace to look away. "There's this saying the harpers like, about mountains and moving and... oh, what is it?" He taps his finger reflexively against his knee while he considers. "How observant does a girl have to be while taking a bath. Since normal people have the common decency not to stare." Fingers go back to the buttons on the vest since apparently reacting either way is a no win situation. The vest is folded neatly with pains not to crease the leather. She starts working on her boots, arching her brow. "I hardly qualify as a mountain, and you sir, are no wise man seeking enlightenment." The twist of her lips however perhaps betrays a touch of irony. "Normal people do," R'hin agrees, all the while continuing to stare, with that familiar, amused glint to pale eyes. "No?" his brows rise, though his gaze follows her reach towards her boots. "Gretvyn was concerned enough to write to me -- and she doesn't strike me as a woman easily... ruffled." Edyis eyes him at that revelation. "Are you sure it wasn't just to entice you to visit? You do bring out a side of her I've never seen before, I find it rather disturbing." Her left boot freed and sock stripped, of course, she's plopped on the floor for this particular operation. The Savannah Wingleader's chuckling, now. "Perhaps," R'hin allows, as he stretches out his legs and crosses one ankle over the other. "I am fairly distracting. But she was more concerned about you." His head tips. "Should I be, too?" The right boot follows suit, "A momentary lapse in judgment; unless you mean to imply that I should never use the education I have worked so hard to attain. Rubbing absently at the healing cut on her lip. Standing the tunic is pulled free, and the pants follow before she's quickly sinking into the water, allowing a brief glimpse of the most telling evidence of her recent activities. "I'm not endangering your resources R'hin. Esvay is my problem to deal with." A somewhat frustrated sigh escaping. "I'm not worried about me or my resources," R'hin says, blandly, leaning forward as she sinks into the water -- though his gaze is on what he can see of her expression rather than anything else. She is quiet at that; head tilted back staring at the stalactites. "I only got caught the one time and I got away didn't I?" The busted lip explained, perhaps. "I am not naive enough to believe that a little threat will keep things in line. Long-term physical violence isn't an option either; the only reason I got away with hitting Cron was because he didn't expect it, and was too shocked to do much else." Frowning deeply, she sinks a little deeper into the water. There's the faintest of snorts, before R'hin stands. He collects his shirt, tugging it on but not bothering to do it up yet, running a hand through damp hair as he walks to the edge of the pools. Crouching down near where Edyis rests, he leans to be in range of her contemplative gaze at the roof. Quietly, he says, "I'm disappointed you resorted to using violence, when there are so many more ways to punish a man." He reaches down to brush hand briefly against her hair. "I won't interfere. Esvay is yours to deal with, but," his tone turns sterner, darker almost, "If you get in over your head, you come to me. Promise?" "Well, I got tired of him calling me names." She explains with a childish sticking out of her tongue. The brush, as much as the request however causes hesitation to flicker in her expression for a moment. "Haven't you figured out I am always in over my head? I can't rely on you and Savannah forever R'hin, as much as I would like to. Or was that not the point behind learning to fend for myself?" The words phrased gently even as those dark eyes move to his face rather pointedly. "You're still learning," R'hin replies, in a tone that might almost be a growl if it were any louder. "Forget forever. I'm just worried about the here-and-now. It's selfish, of course," with a sardonic, flickered smile, "If something were to happen, I'd feel compelled to exact swift and painful revenge, and that would put all my plans in disarray. So, put an old man's heart at ease. Consider it a Turnday present to me." At that, she laughs. "Of course, wouldn't do any good for your little harper to throw a wrench in all those wonderful machinations." Maybe it's as a mercy to the man, though whether the words are genuine or not, may be difficult to tell. "I promise if I get in too far over my head, I will seek you out. Even though you already got your turnday present." "Good." R'hin rocks back on his heels, satisfied. "Well," a low throated chuckle follows. "Considering the present came with a note about me being old, it almost cancels itself out. Don't you think?" A beat, "Besides, you're as likely to be the one sharing it with me as any." "Yes well, I also let you stare didn't I?" See they are completely even. "What is an old joke between friends, besides your ego suffers teasing well. It is possibly your most endearing trait." "Mm. That you did," R'hin admits, with a brief chortle, though he does press a hand against his chest. "My ego actually does strain under the great weight of how amazing I am, sometimes. So perhaps you did me a favor," he's willing to concede. With a last brush of fingers against her hair, he stands, looking down at her. "I'll give you another couple of sevens. Then I expect my running partner back." Edyis smirks but does add more seriously. "It may take longer than that to fix Esvay, but I will try to be back in time for running." She concedes grabbing a bag of soapsand and setting about to her original mission of scrubbing. |
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