Logs:Private
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| RL Date: 12 May, 2010 |
| Who: K'del, Teris |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Teris gets to be the first to move out of the barracks. |
| Where: Teris and Iskiveth's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 23, Month 9, Turn 22 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Lujayn/Mentions, Milani/Mentions, Tiriana/Mentions |
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| Teris and Iskiveth's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr This hollowed out bubble cavern is large enough to fit at least three large dragons, the immensity dwarfing what little furniture is visible. A small portion of the room contains a personal bath, enclosed by a carefully carved out strip of rock wall. Faint tendrils of stream waft from the corner, permeating the immediate area with a merging of warmth and cooler temperatures. In the outermost room, a large stone table is centered in the entranceway, five chairs of wicked wood surrounding it. Nearby is an opening in the wall that is an old elevator-pulley system to the kitchens, the trap door rusted from disuse. In the further corner form the ledge entrance, nearer the baths, is a collection of stands and ceiling hooks, suggesting that this area was once used to hold - perhaps - a collection of plants, though for now it is empty. Just next to this is a large glassed-in bookshelf built into the well, empty for now, as well as two large, cozy-looking armchairs. Behind a curtain made of brightly coloured glass beads is a smaller, blue-wash walled room, one that is mostly filled by a large bed, currently bare except for the mattress. At the foot of the bed is a large, ornately carved chest that matches the sweet redwood wardrobe that stands along the far wall. A short tunnel from this room leads into another that is a little larger, and contains an ornate desk and set of shelves - a cozy, private study. For now, dustcovers protect most of the furniture, and the glow-lamps remain unfilled, clear signs that it has been some time since the last occupant. It's a clear, damp-aired afternoon when Cadejoth rattles his chain at Iskiveth, sparks buzzing merrily against the metal. « Want a new place to live? » he asks, pleased and proud and enormously excited given that, really, this shouldn't have anything to do with him. « You could send yours over to the ledges, and mine could shoooooow her! » Sure enough, K'del is hanging around outside of his own weyr, leaning up against the stone wall with lazy nonchalance that gets somewhat betrayed by the hints of a grin that slip through every so often. Iskiveth is quick to respond with a lick of flame to curl around and through Cadejoth's rattling chain. It burns more white at what the bronze says and the queen is almost instantly excited, too. « I'll send her right away! I'll make sure she comes. » An escort, most likely. With that, except for the embers that heat her connection with the bronze, Iskiveth falls silent to hurry Teris on her way. Soon enough; "Okay, look. I'm here. Knock it off. Plea--" The last is cut off when the gold shoves her muzzle against her lifemate then pulls her head back and up so that Teris can't get to it. The blonde huffs a breath but by the time she's up the stairs to the ledge there, she's all composed again and offers K'del a bright smile. "Hello." Cadejoth's mirth continues to tinge his mental touch, though it doesn't push too much as the gold and her rider make their way over. He does, as the pair appear, extend an image: the ledges, so close to the ground, one on which he reclines, and others, vacant, around him. She could come up and see! But K'del, he watches in silence, not quite managing to keep that smile away as he draws himself away from the wall, straightening, and returning the greeting in an easy tone: "Hello, yourself. Tiriana's delegating... which one do you want? Or we could explore 'em both, but I reckon you already said you had one in mind." Iskiveth watches Teris, entirely too pleased with herself. But the invitation to explore the ledges is too good to pass up. White-hot wings snap out as she pushes herself up to the nearest ledge that doesn't contain a Cadejoth so she can poke around and see if treasure will fit anywhere. "She sent you to deal with this?" Teris wonders, sounding doubtful and glancing toward the stairs leading to slightly higher ledges. "I know which one I want. Are you saying I can have it?" No completely crappy weyr she has to suffer in before she can get something decent? « Once one of them is yours, you can do whatever you like to it, » says Cadejoth, taking flight from his own ledge to get a better look at the one Iskiveth has landed on. « Because it'll be /yours/. I don't do much with mine, though... K'del says my old ledge was better. /Higher/. So I could see more. » "Right," agrees K'del, firmly, maybe too firmly, as though he's mildly affronted that there would be any doubt in this. "Giving out weyrs to all the weyrlings. Only-- well. Yeah, you can have any one you like. Can't see any point in /not/ letting you have it. Only going to sit empty, otherwise." « Can I have a fire? Or dig a hole to keep my treasure in? » Iskiveth must test this 'whatever she likes' thing that the bronze mentions. Just to be sure it's actually true. « Or decorate it like my couch in the barracks! » Her talons scrape against stone, testing the hardness for digging purposes. « You can fly up to the rim and see everything. » "Right," Teris says, expression neutral as she considers the Weyrleader. Her attention tilts away toward the one she's more or less claimed already, the one where Iskiveth is already conveniently trying to break in, and says, "That one." Hovering in the air above Iskiveth's ledge, Cadejoth watches the attempted digging, admitting, « I don't know how well that would work. But you could have a fire, I bet. I can't see why not! We have a fire /inside/ ours. » And so does this weyr, but, of course, that's different. « I do. I like sitting on the rim to see. My Weyr. » It's an audible capital, that one. /His/ Weyr. All of it. "That one it is, then. Hasn't been occupied since Lujayn left-- that's what, two turns now? Nearly. Guess I can see why you like it. Should I leave you to it, or shall we have a look around inside?" He looks, now that the decision is done, somewhat awkward. Iskiveth stops digging at the stone but it's hard to say if it's because Cadejoth doesn't think it will work or because she's distracted by something else. « It's not /all/ yours. Some of it is mine. Like this. This is mine. Do you want to see it? You can if you want. » She looks up where the larger dragon hovers, eyes whirling with excitement still, and she moves off to one side as though to emphasize the invitation. Teris moves to head toward her new weyr, saying at the same time, "You can come, if you like. I never got to see it when it was in use. Did you?" « This is yours, » agrees Cadejoth, cheerfully enough, as he banks, backswinging into a landing upon the ledge, though he graciously sticks to one side. « I won't claim this. But High Reaches is mine, nonetheless. » Though K'del's awkwardness doesn't disappear with Teris' invitation, he looks somewhat relieved nonetheless, bobbing rapidly as he slides into step behind her, carefully keeping his stride short. "Sure, few times. Lujayn didn't transfer to Igen 'til I'd been Weyrleader a turn or so. Haven't been in here since then, though. Guess you'll probably need a few things. To make it home." Beat. "Your first space of your very own. How's it feel?" « Mine, » Iskiveth agrees one last time with a little crackling pop of fire consuming something else. Just so everyone's perfectly clear. « Yours and Iovniath's, » has to be pointed out, too, but it's not quite so firm, like she's waiting curiously to see what he says. "You visited her often?" Teris wonders out loud, glancing back toward him with a knowing sort of expression. Not approving, granted, but knowing. "I'm sure I can manage to turn it into a home. But even as it is, yes, it's a lot more than I'm accustomed to. It feels... good. Private." Beat. "Right. I think I expected it to feel lonely." But Cadejoth is unruffled by this: « And Iovniath's, » he agrees. But /his/: that's the undertone of it all, lingering there bright and jangly. That knowing smile from Teris makes K'del's eyes bug out. "Not like /that/," he's quick to tell her, which seems less horror at the idea and more-- surprise? "Professional only. Lujayn and I were never even really /friends/ or anything. Just colleagues." He glances about the place, considering it in silent thoughtfulness before he concludes, "Bet it does. Guess... it was a little weird at first, but it started just being /home/, and it was great. Privacy has benefits. Was nice timing, for me: privacy, /and/ freedom from all those restrictions." "Well, forgive me the assumption but I can't keep track of who you do and don't spend quality time with." And she certainly wasn't paying a whole lot of attention at the time. Teris casts her gaze about like she's looking at the place for the first time but since she's not, it doesn't last as long as it might have otherwise. Her steps bring her to the stone table and she trails her fingertips over it thoughtfully before looking back at K'del. "I like privacy," she tells him but it's not a hint just yet. A smirk pulls at her lips and she rolls her eyes. "All those restrictions. Everyone makes such a big deal out of them. It's not that long." K'del's expression is briefly pained, though he doesn't explain exactly why it is, forcing a smile back into place rapidly. He stays where he is, hands dug loose into his pockets, watching Teris, now, rather than considering the room. "Got that impression," he tells her, teasingly; he's definitely not taking it as a hint. "Anyway. /You/ aren't a fifteen turn old boy. Or going from sexually active to enforcedly not for more than half a turn. You'd feel it differently, else." Teris shifts around to face the bronzerider more directly and she leans her rear end against the table, arms crossing while she considers him more blatantly as he watches her in turn. "I'm not sure I would," she admits with a noncommittal shrug of one thing shoulder. "But I suppose I'll find out at some point. Is everything alright?" the last not completely out of no where other than the fact that there's no lead in to it as she hitches one brow up. "I dunno," says K'del, dubious of this supposed difference between the two of them. As /if/, says his expression, maybe a little more smugly than he probably intends it to. "Guess you will. Have to. Iskiveth's got to rise one day-- they'll tell you be prepared for that, too. Guess you know that, too." Is that an offer? It's subtle, if so. "Hm?" Beat. Then, he shrugs. "More or less. Just thinking about the fact that I haven't slept with anyone except Milani in /weeks/, now." Because that's a totally normal thing to be thinking about. Really! The weyrling goes a little tense at the mention of flights, eyes flickering away from K'del and in the direction of where the pointy queen is outside. Not a pleasant thought but one she knows she can't avoid forever, evidently. If it was an offer, Teris might not recognize it as such because she asks just that, "Are you offering to prepare me? I suppose you'd know best what it's like first hand to be some flight-lusty fool." She sounds practical more than demeaning. The last doesn't ease her at all, however, just refocuses her attention. "On purpose? Or can you just not get it anywhere else?" K'del's gaze flickers after Teris' as she glances outside, and he looks, if anything, sympathetic. His words are largely casual, though, easy, despite the topic at hand. "Flight-lusty fool. Well. Guess that's not far off the mark, in the end." Beat. "Sure. If you want my assistance..." He's obliging. "Think the actual weyrling classes on all the basics'll be soon, not that any of you'll need to worry about it for a bit, I guess." He bites at his lip, looking like he wants to say more, but, reluctantly, answers her last question anyway. "On purpose, but only sorta. We're--trying to have a baby. If it's possible. Barely have the /energy/ to manage that, let alone more women." It's a hard life. Teris might have a dozen more questions about flights right at the moment but she doesn't ask any of them. Of course she doesn't. She's Teris. She knows better anyway. At least that's what everyone else ought to think. "Pretty sure the basics are pretty common sense," she notes, a touch more waspishly than necessary. It's the rest that she hears most clearly and whether or not she'd relaxed at all, a new tension pulls at her shoulders. "A baby," she repeats like this is some completely alien thing. "That's--" Stupid? Horrible? Pointless? Teris pulls together a tight smile and lies through her teeth like a nice person, "That's wonderful." Beat. "Plus she's proven. Experienced. And clearly capable of throwing a nice, healthy babe." Okay, maybe not so nice as all that. Wariness is how K'del's expression starts, as Teris responds to his news; it turns distinctly unhappy as she continues, though. "Gee, Teris, how nice of you to put it that way. Not like I'm forcing you to have a baby or something. She wants one. I do, too. So fuck you and your derision." He turns away, as though he intends to just walk out - but mostly, it may be said, like he intends to make it look like he's going to walk out, in the hopes of being stopped. At first it doesn't seem like Teris really has any intention of stopping K'del. Maybe she doesn't. But then she pushes away from the table and moves after him as she says, "Wait." She'll even reach out to touch him if she can get close enough. "I wasn't trying to be derisive." She's just naturally that way? "But, honestly, what did you expect me to say? Really." On 'wait', K'del sets his foot down again, though he doesn't turn back around until Teris' hand connects. Then, finally, he swings back around to look at her. He sighs. "I dunno," is his honest admission, his head shaking. "I guess-- you're right. I dunno. I dunno why I said it. Just-- guess it's playing on my mind a lot, is all, and you /asked/ what was wrong. Except it's not really wrong, is it?" Beat. "Anyway. Sorry." Her touch lingers for a few moments before withdrawing. She doesn't lower her hand, though, it hovers mid-air like she might do something else with it as she listens to him. Teris' expression turns neutral but then she frowns in some odd show of sympathy. Or something. "You don't need to apologize. I did ask. I just... don't like hearing about her. I don't like /her./ And I can't figure out what you see in her." The weyrling looks up at the bronzerider's face, briefly vulnerable, and then it's gone. Her hand flexes, then lowers and she clears her throat. "Anyway, thank you for... helping me, I guess." She's not sure what else to call it. So what K'del does, to that hand that hovers, is reach for it - squeeze it, if she'll let him. "I-- that's what I'm apologising for. Should know that you don't want to hear about her." With his free hand, he scrubs at his face, sighing. "Wish I could understand why. I hate it, that you two don't get along. I hate that it ends up causing-- stopping-- well." Whatever he meant, he doesn't conclude that thought, breaking off to add, "'course. Not that I did much, I guess. But. Congratulations? You, uh, know where I live. Just a few doors down. If you get lonely or something." Teris doesn't pull away from his hand, only glances down at it briefly before looking back up at him. "I don't know why. She... I mean, I can barely stand the thought of ... and she just-- with whoever!" Maybe he can work that out. She isn't offering a better explanation than that, if that's even one at all. "Anyway," she does pull away now and she steps back once, twice, to put some distance between them, looking past him as she says, "Thank you. I'm sure I'll visit at some point. And you're welcome to, too, of course. With warning." She refocuses on him with the last, firm, but offers a small smile. Either K'del follows, or he thinks he follows, because he does nod. And; "Not so much these days." Not that he's claiming to understand Teris' feelings on the subject, at that-- the way his brow furrows is good enough indication there. He lets his hand drop again, watching her as she steps back. His expression turns more rueful, and then, head bobbing, he shifts away. "Sure. With warning. Enjoy your weyr, Teris. And have a good afternoon." All of her composure pulled forcibly back into place, Teris offers a much more steady smile to the Weyrleader and a short nod. "You, too, K'del." She doesn't move from where she's standing, watching, until he's out of sight. |
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