Logs:Like This
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| RL Date: 4 September, 2014 |
| Who: Reisoth, Teisyth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Reisoth checks in and finds a proddy Teisyth. |
| Where: Two different places, but not for long! |
| When: Day 18, Month 9, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Oliwer/Mentions, Tayte/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated. |
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| When Reisoth reaches for one of their casual conversations, it's anything but casual. It will actually take mental work to find Teisyth's mind. By golly, the girl can hide when she has a powerful need to. Of course, Reisoth is smart enough to find the figurative breadcrumbs through the mental space that separates their minds and find her tightly contained consciousness. It's obvious really: Teisyth is proddy. Even if there might be some notion in the back of his mind that he should be interested in the fact that Teisyth is proddy, his only interest is for her change in behavior rather than the fact that she will soon be an opportunity to get some. The touch of his mind is gentle and coaxing with no obvious hint of lust, but the bronze says nothing quite yet. No lust, that's good. Coaxing... well, even if she's proddy and a little paranoid, she's still Teisyth, so after some time that coaxing has the desired effect and she offers a quiet, « Howdy Reisoth. Evenin' findin' you well? » There's a certain praise in the way Reisoth responds to Teisyth's coming out from hiding even just this little bit. Positive reinforcement? « Hello, dear Teisyth. The evening has found me quite well, indeed. I'd like to think you might say the same. » But he has his doubts right now. Is it any wonder with just how cleverly Reisoth handles her that Teisyth should be wrapped around his little talon? There's genuine relief that he's well, there aren't many things Teisyth is very good at, but being genuine is one of them. « Well, I ain't sick, but I've been better. » She admits unhappily. « I don't envy you that biology, I admit. While I do enjoy the act, I don't enjoy losing myself to baser instincts. » It's an odd sentiment coming from Reisoth. He's not generally one to talk about things he has any particular feelings on. But Teisyth tends to have that effect on others, doesn't she? Teisyth seems a little relieved by both the tone and the content of his response and is put a little more at ease. « I don't much care fer 'em at all. » She sighs and shifts in the water, the shift echoed as sensation in her mind. « He don't like it either, though he seems t'have enough fun. I think he wishes he felt like hiding too, » like she does. Reisoth's presence is careful not to press too far into Teisyth's mental space, but he's as relaxed as he usually is when he speaks to her. « I enjoy your company no matter the circumstances, » he offers in a reassuringly soothing baritone. « How does he feel? Mine is not terribly different. » When he chases, presumably. « Perhaps more... intense. » That's a kind way of putting it. That likely unintended compliment has Teisyth retreating in a hot blush, the kind of thing that feels like steam-- feels like smoke-- feels like overheating. It's not pleasant. It's some moments before she ventures an answer, but eventually she does, focusing on the question rather than her own embarrassment. « Silly. That's how he says it. He feels good. Not so closed. And he feels things. He is softer. » She likes it. Unintended as it was, Reisoth doesn't seem entirely sure how to handle her embarrassment. So he simply waits for it to pass without comment. « Fascinating. » Possibly only to him. But he follows up with the reason he thinks so, anyway. « Mine feels like that when he's with the woman. » The woman. Teisyth probably doesn't know who that is and he doesn't offer that information. « He feels like that with Oli, » Teisyth volunteers, a great deal of affection infused in her voice for the healer, who is very definitely Oli and not the man. « But times like this, » when she's near to rising, « He feels kind of all over, everyone. » She thinks, hard, « Sort of like when he got really, really drunk that time and told me he loved me so much. » Of course she would remember a thing like that, even if it was ages ago. She thinks a little more. « They might get along. H'vier and G'laer. When he's like this. I don't think he would tell H'vier he loved him. » She's pretty sure anyway. That is a major difference between Reisoth and Teisyth. The bronze barely seems to feel affection for his own rider, let alone the people his rider cares about. Even if he has been known to be extremely tolerant of H'vier's daughter. « Perhaps we should put them together to see how they interact while yours is... under the influence. » Of Teisyth's feelings. Teisyth lets slip before she's aware of it, the sensations that unmistakably mark her location as the hot springs. « Promise not to let H'vier hurt him? He's not himself, » and she's rightly defensive of his delicate state. The hot springs. Perfect. « I promise that H'vier will not harm a single hair on G'laer's head. » Or any other part of him, presumably. « Besides, he's been on good behavior. They have an agreement. » In case she's forgotten. Reisoth's presence starts to pull away, perhaps suggesting a perfectly innocent trip to the hot springs. « Oh, right. » Yes, she needed reminding. Teisyth lacks the memory Reisoth has in spades. She is thusly reassured, though it doesn't seem to do anything for her near total immersion in the hot waters. She sinks a little lower. Maybe G'laer won't notice that it's her fault if they show up. |
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