Logs:No Harm in Trying
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| RL Date: 6 May, 2015 |
| Who: H'vier, Lilah |
| Involves: Fort Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: H'vier wants to be friends with Lilah. Or something. |
| Where: Dice, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 20, Month 9, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions, Tess/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Whoops. This fell through the cracks. |
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| It is clear that Dice is Lilah's element; her own little kingdom up in the sky that has, thankfully, been little affected by the storm that's rocked Fort, except that their hours have shortened to lend hands elsewhere when needed. Here, the goldrider is certainly comfortable enough to wear a sage green dress of light cotton, a thing that flatters her figure and coloring, reigning from the corner of one of those rooms that has been dedicated to a limited bar, only two stools there of which she occupies one. A glass of wine is at hand, as is a respectable amount of hidework spread over that bar top, but she watches the entrance for the moment instead. Once he knows where to go, it doesn't take H'vier long to get there. A blue drops him off on the ledge, while Reisoth situates himself on the rim to observe the Weyr with keen interest. The bronzerider, though, moves inside, toward the bar, and greets the woman there with a smile that's been used to charm many a woman. "Weyrwoman. High Reaches' duties to you and Eliyaveith. May I?" he asks with a gesture to the remaining stool. "Wingleader," holds a question to the greeting, though Lilah doesn't press it. Instead, it seems, she will do the polite thing of allowing him to take that stool with a quick tip of her chin, though she only moves to rise even as he does. She steps to the line of glasses behind the bar, drawing one down easily and setting it in front of that stool before pouring from the open bottle of wine. She adds, easily, "The first one is on the house." H'vier sits, dressed in most of his duty leathers minus his jacket, watching as Lilah rises with a curious intensity in his dark eyes. "You're probably wondering why I wanted to see you," he states the obvious, smiling a brief thanks for the glass of wine. "It's not to get drunk, I assure you. Though I suppose that isn't completely off the table just yet. I like to keep my options open." "I think that it will likely come out, or your visit might be fruitless," is Lilah's challenge to that, only the barest curve at the corner of her lips as dark eyes lift under the fan of equally dark lashes to H'vier to meet that intensity as she finishes pouring that glass with an expert twist and setting aside the bottle. Yet, she doesn't move to sit, not where standing gives her the advantage of height where the bronzerider does sit. She falls silent then, however, to wait for the answer she must be curious for. "Truthfully, I could not tell you why I'm here and the outcome would likely be the same." And H'vier might do exactly that, judging by the way he reaches for the glass once it's poured to take an experimental drink. "You can sit. I promise I'm not here to reinforce my reputation. Not unless you'd like me to." He's pretty flexible in that regard. There is a thoughtful look that flickers across Lilah's expression at H'vier's so-casual offer, almost tempted by it as she considers the bronzerider, but she only answers, "Then why are you here, H'vier?" She still does not move to sit, but she does reach to pick up her own empty glass. "It was suggested to me, by someone I can only assume you know, that I ought to make your acquaintance. To be your friend. And I thought, well, what's the harm in trying, hm?" H'vier has another smile for her before he's taking one more drink of his wine. Then, "Would you like to by my friend, Lilah?" It would probably come off better if the bronzerider could manage to sound innocent. It is fortuitous that Lilah isn't drinking as H'vier asks that question, her brows lifting in surprise for it and not a small amount of suspicion of the bronzerider's motives. (Is it a wonder that she doesn't have very many friends herself?) "Are you even able to be friends with someone?" is the challenge that the goldrider delivers instead, without any hint of hypocrisy to it. "No," says H'vier with a sincerity that might be feigned. But it might not, too. "I've never managed very well with the concept. The few friendships I've had have been... tense." He'll leave that at that. But after a thoughtful moment, he asks curiously, "Can you keep a secret?" Amusement meets that question, dancing briefly in dark eyes before Lilah answers, "I think I can manage to keep a secret." She finally moves from behind the bar with her glass, returning to that stool besides his and sliding onto it easily despite skirts and how close to H'vier that it brings her. "Journeyman Tess is to blame." In case Lilah needs someone to blame. Preferably someone who isn't the bronzerider himself. "I've been seeing her." There's a beat before H'vier adds, "Professionally. Privately. She suggested you specifically as someone I ought to get to know better because she preferred it to the idea of letting people think she and I were doing anything untoward." That makes him smile. Silly, prude crafters. It takes Lilah a moment to respond, most of her focus drawn in a study of the bronzerider as this new information forms some sort of thought about him. When she does answer, it is with only a breathed out, "Of course," before she lifts her wine to her lips for a quick sip. To H'vier himself, she adds dryly, "Haven't you heard? She has been transferred back to the Hall. You do not need a pretext here." "Does that mean you don't want to be my friend, weyrwoman?" asks H'vier after a brief sip of wine without any indication of surprise. Either he already knows or it's irrelevant. Or he's just that good at hiding those sorts of things. "You can just say no, you know. You don't have to make up excuses. I promise that you won't hurt my feelings." "No, I am refusing to be used," is Lilah's firm answer to that, the hint of a challenge there-- before it starts to fade into a frown and annoyance, her gaze slipping past the bronzerider for a moment. When dark eyes return to him, she adds more carefully, "It isn't a no; I suspect that Tess sent you to me for a reason, not at all to do with you." "If my only intention was to use you, I wouldn't have told you why I was here. I would have simply used you." It seems perfectly reasonable to H'vier. And obvious that he means well. Or at least would like to seem to mean well. "I'd prefer that people not know why I'm seeing her. And I intend on continuing to see her once she returns to the Weyr." "Why are you seeing her?" Lilah questions, but the challenge and defensiveness of the goldrider has been blunted some as she consider H'vier. That questions isn't one that H'vier particularly wants to answer, but after another drink and a sighed breath, he says, "She's attempting to help me address some difficulties I've been having with my temper." It's a very nice way of putting it, really. It is entirely unlikely that Lilah misses H'vier's reluctance, but she doesn't offer a reprieve to the way she watches the bronzerider expectantly. Once he answers, however, she tips a simple nod that may be agreement before she offers in turn, "I am not any better at 'friends'. K'del is really the only one who has never pushed me away." The look H'vier offers in response to that is decidedly less friendly. But he doesn't speak right away. One might expect this will make him less impulsive when he does. But once he's finished off the rest of his wine, the bronzerider says, "Perhaps it's best that I go for now. Give you time to consider before I've had a chance to ruin the moment, hm?" That's probably better than anything that might come of talking about High Reaches' Weyrleader. The curve of Lilah's brow upwards is held there even as she commands, a hint of authority there that is surely to sit as well with H'vier as her previous words, "No. I would like you to stay, at least until I figure out if we can be friends before I decide if we should." She even lifts her glass of wine in a toast to that, throwing back the rest of the alcohol before setting it carefully onto the bar and reaching for the bottle with the intent to refill both. "Tell me about yourself, wingleader." She can fill both glasses, but that will only mean she'll have to drink them both herself. H'vier rises from his stool. "I have no doubt you already know everything about me that you need to know, weyrwoman. A short-tempered bronzerider with an insatiable appetite for beautiful women?" The more obvious of his reputations, anyway. "Have a good evening, Lilah, and thank you for the wine." Then he's turning to make his way back out toward the ledge where his ride will be waiting for him. |
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