Logs:Klahmbush
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| RL Date: 8 October, 2014 |
| Who: A'rist, Edyis |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Edyis ambushes A'rist with klah and an apology. A'rist tries to explain himself, and fails spectacularly. |
| Where: Western Bowl, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 9, Month 13, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: A layer of gray clouds hangs oppressively around the spires. The air is humid and cool, but there is no snowfall today. |
| Mentions: R'hin/Mentions |
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| Western Bowl, High Reaches Weyr
If one were to look up the very definition of "ambush", they would undoubtedly see the following described: a dark eyed scribe who has paid particular attention to her appearance. Her dark hair is left loose tumbling about her face in relaxed curls, and there's just the faintest suggestion of kohl lining her eyes. Edyis stands waiting at the entry way to the inner caverns with a steaming mug of klah. The handle faces away from her and she leans against the wall. It's early, and difficult to say with any certainty just how long she's been here. Offering the mug in what must be a gesture of peace when her intended victim is spotted. "I've thought about it, and the more I think about it, the more I think that I have nothing to apologize for. You are the one who confused group date with a one on one date." A beat, as her lips curl in a self-depreciative smirk. "And yet, here I am with a mug of hot klah waiting at an unreasonable hour in the freezing cold with an apology. So what does that tell you?" Lythronath has arrived in the bowl without A'rist, coming down from a ledge that is not his own. A dragons-eye-view would've shown that the large ledge from which he descends has several greens on it, but in the bowl? In the bowl, it's just Lythronath, proud, and soon, prowling, waiting, obvious. A'rist arrives from the direction of the caverns, riding jacket done full up, gloves in the process of being donned, hair fluffy, but dry from a very early morning - or very late night? - bath. He's accepted the klah before he's found words, one glove dropping (which he doesn't seem to notice), the other pinched between his elbow and abdomen. "Umm." Is apparently what it tells him. If he'd been a two headed wherry she couldn't be more disappointed. Oh well. Bending down to snap up the dropped glove and hand it over. "I'm incredibly stupid that's what." She decides, whatever words she'd been about to say completely lost. "Does um mean we are still friends then?" She asks folding her arms and leaning back against the wall. "Cause this ambush apology thing, I really only do once." She's clearly rethinking it now. A'rist manages to get it together enough, by this point, to have plucked the one glove out from under his elbow with his free hand. It's that same hand that accepts the other from her, with a mumbled, "Thanks." When Edyis talks, he finds himself watching the steam rise up off that klah. "I, um. You're not stupid." A quick glance, past her, to where Lythronath is waiting, so obviously waiting, for all to see. "And I should have asked about it, and... planned more realistically, I think. Umm." There it is again. But at least he's sorted himself out enough to look up at her again. Maybe it's mercy, maybe it's just numb confidence from standing in the cold, "Look I don't - really do the whole -" Hand gestures might be helpful in some situations but in this case Edyis's left hand just waves futilely. "-dating thing. So it didn't really cross my mind, especially not after I had told you the truth, don't take it as me not being interested." She adds finally, "I just - generally, see - I'm not normally, that is I've never really been genuinely interested in it before." She shrugs, in her mind this makes a difference even as she's trailing off trying to find a better way to explain, eventually giving up. "Looks like your busy though, so I'll let you get back to - whatever you were doing. Can I just count this as apology accepted and we are still friends?" A'rist's lips press together, his face warming a bit. That klah she's given him, that gets sipped, while Lythronath paces and blows puffs of warm breath into the air to cloud. "Look," a vague gesture with the gloves in hand, "you don't need to be apologising. And it probably worked out for the best. I'm not - I don't think I'm what you think." His eyes dart over to the bronze, back to Edyis. The klah seems to have been forgotten, after that first taste. "I'm sorry stuff got awkward. But," more confidently, "this is better." Something about the way he says what she thinks causes a laugh, and whatever tension had been there melts. "I don't know what you are, which is what makes you interesting. That goes both ways you know, I'm probably not what you think I am either." Shrugging and apparently relieved, the awkwardness is gone for now at least. "Good, I would have hated to lose a friend over it. I'm used to awkward at this point, believe me I've dealt with far far worse. Part of the job description." As she is pushing off the wall. "Maybe not," the bronzerider is willing to allow, giving his head a little bob. "But what I've got's enough that he'd," and Lythronath is given a nod, "pick me. So... yeah." The klah, remembered now, is raised. "Thanks, though. Sorry if... I don't know, if I messed with you too much, or something. Wasn't what I meant to do." That brings a grimace, and has him looking down, slapping the gloves against his thigh idly. "It's rare to find a person who can be so self-depreciating and confident in the same breath, do you mind explaining what you mean by "sorry if you messed with me too much?" A dark brow lifting with curiosity, and confusion as her arms fold again expectantly. "And what did you mean to do anyway?" "I don't know if I'd call it deprecating," says A'rist, shrugging, but not so hard as to slosh that klah. Which he sips, now, again. "Like I wasn't trying to, you know, lead you on or anything. It just... was a dumb thing to try." Klah raised a bit again. "But I don't know. I'll bring you klah tomorrow or something, and then we'll just call it done." A firm nod, after that. Apparently Edyis has never been on this side of things, and the more he talks, the more confusion writes itself over her features. "Firstly, leading on is my department. Secondly were you genuinely interested at the time or not? Generally if you were actually interested, it's not called leading on but a change of heart. Thirdly, what exactly was dumb about it?" She's squinting at him now, in that way she often squints when she's sketching dragons or taking notes, trying to piece together something that doesn't make any sense to her. "Umm," makes its triumphant return. A'rist brings the mug a bit closer in toward his chest. "I think so? I wanted to be. I don't know. Every time you think back about something, it changes." The hand with the gloves raises, and he rubs at the tip of his nose with a bit of glove. "So I'll get you klah tomorrow," reiterated, "and then we'll be even." A pause. "And I gotta talk to you about R'hin, too." That last has less the sounds of a forced attempt at closure, and more earnest. Whatever response she has for his first utterly confusing statement is quickly lost at mention of the Savannah Wingleader's name, and there's a distinct if subtle change in her stance and demeanor. "What about R'hin?" Warmth replaced with caution. "I'll take the invitation for klah, but understand that there are some things I can't and won't talk about. It would help if you gave me an idea of what you wanted to talk about." Businesslike. A'rist gives a bit of a sniff, as his glove hand drops back to his side. "About me going to talk to him." There's a quick glance about the bowl, changing light a good sign of the changing time of day. "Only reason I haven't yet is because of you. But if he wants something with me..." another shrug, as if it should be obvious where to go from here. She considers him carefully, silent for several minutes before nodding. "I'll talk to him and set something up. Who knows, you might actually be able to help, but I expect you to be on your best behavior. Savannah is family, R'hin and Bristia even more so, they looked after me in Monaco." From the tone she doesn't think he's the sort to behave poorly but the warning is there all the same. "Klah tomorrow and I'll talk to R'hin about setting something up." She decides finally. "See you around." She's leaving if there's nothing else to be said. Lythronath has started drawing closer, making no attempt at silencing his steps - nor stomping. "Tomorrow," he agrees, tone serious, now. A'rist waits, waits until she's gone, to set the klah mug down on the ground. Squatting, those gloves are put on. The mug is taken, drained, and then kept with him as he meets his dragon. And only once he's mounted does he give his face a scrub, and his head a shake. Then they're off. |
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