Logs:No Rainbows or Unicorns
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| RL Date: 9 May, 2013 |
| Who: Sabella, K'zin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Some things are going right for K'zin and Sabella, individually, but there's no magic reconciliation (with or without rainbows or unicorns) for the two of them. |
| Where: Storerooms, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 26, Month 9, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: A layer of gray clouds covers the sky. The air feels cool and damp, but there is no rainfall today. |
| Mentions: Alida/Mentions, N'ky/Mentions |
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| Storerooms, High Reaches Weyr Massive in scale, the Weyr's main storage passage connects to the kitchen on one end and the outbound tunnel on the other. Large enough to admit a wagon laden with goods, the tunnel easily permits the unloading and organization of supplies into the various storerooms. Branching off from this corridor are multiple caverns, the nearer two being 'open' stores from which residents can readily help themselves, while the deeper stores are kept locked up tight with a posted sign and inventory hung on a hook outside of each. An alcove next to the public stores serves as a catch-all area for reshelving items whose destination is uncertain; two sets of stone shelving and several bins hold these items neatly until a stores assistant has a moment to deal with them. Though the storage caverns vary in size, shape, and the smoothness of their walls, all belong to the same system: whitewashed walls, swept floors, and most importantly, neatly labeled and inventoried shelves providing ample space to stow all the supplies a busy Weyr needs. Though there's no direct internal lighting, a glowbasket may be brought in from the niche outside each cavern, the better to ward off pests and the inky dark of deep caves.
Sabella's not the only weyrling who's settled in to their new home enough to know what they need to look for. Not being among the first weyrlings to feast on the stores' abundance, K'zin seems to be having a hard time finding whatever it is that he's looking for. He too, has a little trolley of his own, but it's empty, save for a pair of small glows, the sort that might be used on a tabletop for additional RP. Then again, K'zin's weyr was arguably one of the better outfitted in the way of furniture, so perhaps he's not seeking much. His searching brings him around one set of shelves and there's Sabella. Much as with other times that he's come upon her unexpectedly, there's a momentary recoil as one faced with having to see the healers for shots or a full physical. It's going to be unpleasant, again, his mind tells itself, creating the stutter, but it must be done, and so he presses on toward her, calling with a friendly lilt. "Hey, Sabs! How's it going?" Sabella is kneeling on the ground now, prying the top off of a particularly frustrating can with her fingers. She must hear the footsteps, yes? If so, she doesn't turn her head up in recognition of them being present. Biting down on her lip she puts some muscle into and breaks the top loose. A triumphant, "Ha!" escapes her mouth but then there's a disappointed frown. "Brown? But the top says pale eggshell blue?" She asks to no one in particular. K'zin's greeting reaches her ears and she starts slightly, putting a hand to her chest in surprise. "Oh, hey." The teenager replies, easy enough as she replaces the cover onto the can. If this is unpleasant, it's only in his mind. Right? Maybe. "How's- it- go-ing-?" K'zin carefully enunciates the question that she so blithely breezed past. He cares enough to ask twice, at least, as she'll know from any other moments of similar exchanges. His eyes fall to the paint can and then to the shelves there. "Blue, huh? Going to get rid of the orange? Or just change the shade of the blue?" He tries for an air of casual conversation, but there's tension in his frame as he leans lightly upon the sturdy shelf the next divider over from the one she's looking at. "It's- go-ing- good." Sabella carefully enunciates in return to him. She definitely didn't want brown, so it gets shoved into an empty spot on the shelving. Meanwhile she directs her gaze at the task at hand and not on K'zin himself, his tense form, his attempts at casual conversation. "I might. I have to sand the walls down first to get all of the bad paint off. The blue in the weyr is much darker than this, it's navy. This goes with the fabric on all the chairs that are in there, cream." Others are pried open now and while they're not all exactly the same, the approved ones will be added to her cart. Then she stands, straightening up and reaching for one that's quite high up. "Good. I'm glad to hear that." It's more formal than it needs to be betraying a touch of K'zin's frustration with the on-going "perfectly normal" between them. She may not have wanted brown, but perhaps someone else does. K'zin's eyes, which after doing the backdrops for Mave's play became tuned in to the percentage closed of a paint can (it only takes one unfortunate lesson), tell him a fix is in order. He slides down into a crouch and reaches slowly past her to grab the can. "Sounds like you have your work cut out for you. I've been learning a lot about painting in the last couple months. I'd be glad to help if you want an extra set of hands." He offers. It's not the first offer he's made, but usually there's no need for his help. As the casual offer is made, he leans the heel of his hand onto the lid, trying to get it to "pop" into an air-tight seal. She's not exactly watching him, but she's aware enough of his prescence that she side-steps to be out of his way when he reaches for that can. That she does glance down for, a wrinkle forming across her forehead before she looks back at the one she's trying to reach. Safe or not, she puts her feet onto a shelf above the ground and uses it to lift herself up to it. Snatching the container with both hands she hops back down, pleased with herself. "Sure do. But I don't know mind, it's a really nice weyr under all of the bad paint." Placing this one onto the carts, Sabs pries back the lid. The weird casual-frustration has been on-going for weeks and she doesn't appear to notice it or maybe, she's just pretending to not notice it for now. "Would- you-" K'zin begins his usual repeat of questions she just casually ignores, "let me- help you- like a friend?" He lacks her art and endurance for ignoring the figurative naked man in the living cavern. So on the heels of the "pop" he rises with a sigh, sliding it back onto the shelf. "I'm trying, Sabs. I can't try harder if you don't let me. What do you want me to do? Leave you alone?" "But you don't want to help me like a friend." Sabella peeks underneath the lid at what's inside, before lifting her eyes to actually look at K'zin. "You want to help me so that I say things are alright so that you can feel okay again. It's not about us being friends, it's all about you." She shakes her head and exhales through her nose, popping the cover back on and shoving it with the rest of the cans she's collected. "I guess I just don't believe that it's all genuine, I'm sorry." "No." K'zin's response is quiet but emphatic, meeting her gaze with an intense look of his own. "Sabs, I was a shitty friend. An awful friend. We both know that. I feel awful about it, yes, but I'm always going to feel awful about having done that. You can't say it's alright, because it never will be alright that I did what I did." Even if he didn't realize he was doing that. He shifts, uncomfortable against the shelf to stand, his hands falling by his sides. "What I want is to be a not shitty friend from now on. If you'll let me." Her fingers curl around the edges of one of the cans on her cart, digging her nails against the inflexible metal. Sabs rolls her eyes up to the ceiling and keeps them there, focused on some spot in the cavern above them. She takes another deep breath, letting it out through halfway parted lips. "Then stop being so fucking annoying. This is annoying. Just act normal. I feel like you're always watching me to help me, it's just- Stop looking for some opportunity, I can't stand it." She sounds exasperated. With an abrupt motion she folds her arms over her chest, stubbornly training her gaze at some spot beyond him. Just the tiniest hint that the wall might have come down, by a brick or two at least. "Fine, but stop pretending like you don't hear me, when we both know you do." K'zin's ready to deal, to take a step in the right direction. "I'm imagining that it's just as annoying to you as it is to me that I ask twice. Or more." He rolls his eyes, leaving his trolley there to move around her to the next shelf down, looking at the shelves that hold the sandscrubs for paint removal. "And for the record, I'm already going to be helping out Alida with her painting problems, and N'ky with his weyr, and doing my own, so it is actually normal for me to offer you my help too. Consider it free labor, if you decide you want it. But, no pressure. I can always be self-centered and focus on my own digs." He plucks down some supplies and moves back to his trolley to set them in. "I'll pretend that I don't hear you as much as I want to. It's your choice if you want to ask the questions two or more times." It comes out as a reluctant grumble. Maybe a little softening. She glances at him, watching as he makes his supply decision. Sabella steps away and pushes her cart further along, past his. She reaches out and begins to pick up what looks like some sort of painters tape, putting it aside just then and choosing a different roll. It's always something. Maybe it's Alida's name or N'ky's that gets that tense feel across her shoulders. "Yeah, you know. You sound like you're going to be really busy helping your friends. I think that I can probably manage taking care of the mess on my own. But thank you." "Fuh-iine." K'zin's grumbled response is playful. It's not without the undercurrent of continued tension. Things aren't magically fixed, of course, but he can at least joke a little. "I'll make as much effort as you want me to in order to talk to you." Girls. Then as he leans on the edge of his trolley, looking into it, not at her. "Yeah, my friends that I abandoned almost the same as you." Not that he was kissing all of them. "You know, I barely talked to N'ky during that month and some either and I've been best-friends with him since I was fourteen. I was universally an idiot, just especially--" -toward her. He trails off because he seems to realize he might not be helping his case with the greenrider. He pushes his trolley the opposite direction from the way she's going by a single divider, staring at the sandscrub. "I don't want you to make any sort of special effort. I just you want to act normal. It's really not that complicated." Sabella sighs and clears her throat. "Right. Well. It seems like N'ky abandoned plenty of people too and it's not like he's been much better. He might be talking to you, but. Alida's always disliked me, for whatever reason." Her shoulders shrug and it's evident that she's not worried about his relationship with them specifically. "Maybe we've just gone into different directions." She has the paint, the large collection of sandpaper, brushes and tape. Oh and the warm brown rock that's tightly rolled up underneath. Once again she's glancing at him and rolls her cart further away, rummaging through a box nearby. "Sabella," K'zin can't even think to focus on her thoughts on N'ky or Alida with the way she so nonchalantly delivers those heart-wrenching words. Friendship being rocky and friendship being let go without a fight are two very different things. His expression is hurt, "We were good friends. We had fun together. I'm not saying it was the friendship that puts all other friendships to shame, but it was good. You promised you wouldn't abandon me. And maybe that means nothing to you now because I accidentally did it to you while I was trying to do the right thing, but if you want to give up not be friends anymore, you're going to have to say so not just say something about going in different directions like it-- like our friendship is nothing." The emotion rises in his baritone, but there is no glisten in his eye this time. Ras doesn't approve of crybabies. Sabella sucks her breath in, pausing mid-rummage. "I promised. And I never abandoned you. You didn't do what you did on accident either. You might not have thought about it as abandoning, but it was and not on accident." She pushes the box roughly back into place. "You and N'ky were two of the first friends I made here. I felt safe with you two. Then you were gone and he barely speaks to me. And you want to come back and just be my friend and fix it and come help me paint. No." Nevermind that he's already said he's not looking for a quick fix. It's possible the last time they really spoke didn't cover the full scope. She's not the type to cry but she's dangerously close to actually becoming emotional, if the barest hint of a hitch in her voice is any indication. "We did go in different directions. That's the truth and it sucks, I know." "You're trying to abandon me now. Now that I fucked things up," K'zin's facing her, though many steps away now. "I don't blame you for wanting to do it. "You're right. It wasn't by accident, but I wasn't trying to abandon you. I know I did and that sucks. It all sucks!" He declares now, exasperated. "I want to stop going in different directions. I want to find a way for it to not suck anymore. But I can't do it by myself." Now he takes steps toward her, stopping out of her personal space but extending a hand, his expression raw and vulnerable. "Stop trying to put that on me. I haven't and I'm not. You're trying to force my hand into forgiving you when I haven't wanted to." Sabella's arms are crossed tightly over her chest. There's another one of those deep breaths and she exhales slowly, tightly and with a lot of forced control. "I want it to feel natural. But I'm just having a hard time with that right now. I can't just will all the bad feelings away. I'm upset with you and you can't fix it by helping me paint or asking me how I am all the time." She looks down at the hand extended towards her and glances in another direction. "You're not being fair. I told you what I needed, I just..." Her voice catches in her throat and she brings her fingers to her mouth, covering it. Reaching for the cart, she begins pushing it away. Hushed, "I have to go study. I'll see you tomorrow, thank you for offering to help me. Bye." K'zin's eyes can't help the situation. She once told him he didn't get to make those sad eyes at her and make thing alright, and while it certainly wasn't intentional to give her those sad, heart-hurt eyes, he did. He doesn't try to stop her though, his hand simply falling to his side. His head hangs, expression hidden (not that she's looking as she heads off anyway). She might hear a tell-tale sniffle that she can ignore, but it's stifled quickly as he turns to head back over to his own things, shoulders sagging along with his hips. |
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Aishani (Brieli (talk)) left a comment on Fri, 10 May 2013 18:32:04 GMT.
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I actually think the rider's as manipulative and the dragon, despite outward appearances. Interesting scene.
Eliv (Eliv (talk)) left a comment on Fri, 10 May 2013 19:12:49 GMT.
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Uhoh. XD
Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Sat, 11 May 2013 06:40:58 GMT.
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Eesh. Rough.
Though it always adds a certain dimension to things, to characters and scenes, when things aren't easily obtained. Sabella was really hurt and needs time, and K'zin's a... persistent personality. I'm curious to see if they'll be able to mend their friendship. :o
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