Logs:Rest Day
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| RL Date: 24 April, 2013 |
| Who: Aishani, N'rov |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Aishani and Iesaryth visit N'rov and Vhaeryth on their rest day. They discuss their respective Weyrs and laze about, because he's a bad influence. |
| Where: Vhaeryth's Ledge, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 9, Month 8, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Hattie/Mentions, N'muir/Mentions, Sabella/Mentions, E'dre/Mentions, Ebeny/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions, H'kon/Mentions, K'del/Mentions |
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| This rest day's a lazy day for N'rov, comparatively, and even after his short mission to the Records Room he still hasn't shaved; the most work that he's gone to was dragging out two of the wicker folding chairs in which he now reclines. Elsewhere, there are mountains. Elsewhere, there are beaches. There's even something to be said for the immensity of the desert. But today, Fort's beautiful, and why go anywhere else? So he's kicked back, not even pretending to work on the straps across his lap, though when Vhaeryth signals that Iesaryth's on her way he does sit up to wave. Iesaryth is quick to appear in said beautiful skies above Fort, with requisite greetings sent out to Elaruth and Bijedth politely as she angles towards Vhaeryth's ledge. Her hello for him comes with a rumble as she lands, and her rider returns the wave with an easy smile before getting herself unbuckled and down. Windblown, with fingers quick to straighten curls, Shani reaches out a hand as she approaches, with a glance to the chairs. "Where did you find them? And hello." Since he's not working on those straps anyway, she can bend to kiss him, dark hair falling about them. Sure, there's another chair, but as long as Shani's bending down, N'rov can use that offered hand and the balance of her lean to not kiss his girl but, instead, tug her onto his lap. Then kiss her. Then answer her. "Did a trade for them," he says, "and another trade so I wouldn't have to clean them up. They're a little rickety, but as long as we don't fall off onto the neighbor's ledge, we're good." Especially since that ledge's not a short distance down. Vhaeryth's still flying high up above Fort with some of the other dragons, though he's dipped one wing towards Iesaryth who's welcome to either occupy his ledge or try the heights too. Of course, there's plenty to watch from his ledge, not only his flight in what he'd like to think is his unmistakable masculine glory, but also the other dragons, and that blue down to the side some distance who seems to be trying to claw a wider entryway to his weyr. It's that, or he intends his scratches to be so meaningful as to signal aliens. There might be a glance towards the other chair, but that's about as far as any sort of protest goes about being pulled into one chair rather than using both - so Aishani is kissed, and kisses him back, wraps her arms around him comfortably, even if he mentions they're rickety. "Don't get any ideas, is what you're saying?" she asks, with a grin. None too concerned with that, she looks back out to see how much space there is before certain death. "What sort of trade? Or should I be asking?" Iesaryth might be tempted to actually bother to fly on such a fine day, but her innate manners seem to find it a touch gauche to so occupy other queen's skies... and besides, there is that blue and whatever he's at to puzzle over. And Vhaeryth being awesome, of course. Yes. "Hold onto those ideas," N'rov corrects comfortably. There's no rush, especially with three whole meters of safety, though he does wrap his arms around her snugly just in case. Hello, neighbors! "I think he would be embarrassed if I told you what it was, which under many circumstances I'm quite happy to risk," where 'risk' means 'tell her on purpose,' "but let's let it go this once. I did tease Hattie this morning and lived to tell the tale, so I count that as a good sign, maybe all that Weyrwoman practice has rubbed off. How about you? Any portents in the clouds or patterns on the lake?" "Mm, you'd say that even if there were threat of dropping off the ledge." Shani doesn't quite believe that, by her tone or bright eyes, but that doesn't stop her from loosing a hand to lightly run fingers through his hair. She's not all that worried about potential onlookers, but when is she? "Fair enough," she says agreeably, too comfortable in his arms and in his lap, and not bothered enough to poke at it. "And did you? I'm impressed. Perhaps she sees you as part of the sisterhood. Which is... a little weird. Let's not think about that." Oh, there's cheerier things, like: "Well, you know. Always sunshine with us. One of the weyrlings dropped off her dragon, broke an arm. Can't say that's a good omen." N'rov does not argue that point, no, and if Shani keeps playing around like that, he'll never be able to shave his head. As it is, the best that can be said of that hair is that it's clipped longer than the stubble on his jaw. It must not wholly distract him, though, for that sisterhood idea gets a squint from the man that has nothing to do with the sunshine; still, when she lets it go, so does he, sinking back into the creak of the wicker. "Well, fuck. Only an arm, though? Were they on the ground or something?" Even if there's not much to his hair, Shani still likes to play with what there is, though if N'rov chooses to never shave his head, she'd probably be all right with that. For that squint, she only has an amused smirk - though it does fade as he leans back. She shakes her head a little, fingers still moving idly, voice quiet. "No, but they weren't all that far up in the air, as far as I know. First day out. And I suppose it was a lucky break, if there is such a thing. It's not losing one, but..." "No." N'rov turns to look in the direction of the hatching cavern, then stops with an abrupt shake of his head. "For what it's worth, I hear that Fort's are doing all right, if you can say 'all right' after everything that's happened. No, let's count it lucky. Was she one of Iesaryth's, do you think? Maybe it shouldn't make a difference but I think it would to me," and he's not quite unapologetic about it but close. "That's good," Shani says, with her own quick flicker of a look in that direction; a purse of her lips. "That's something. I should visit. It's..." A little wrinkle of her nose as she shades towards guilty, of all things. "Been too long now, almost. And no, she wasn't. I know. She-- They know. Would it? I don't know if it would bother me more... but I think it bothered her more, when it was hers with the relatively minor traumas. Relatively." Of all people, she can't really judge how anyone should feel one way or another, so doesn't. "Which were those again? It's been awhile." N'rov hooks one arm behind his head for a pillow, the better to look at her, not smiling but with a quiet appreciation of his girl on his ledge in the sunshine they share. "I haven't heard how N'muir likes his weyr decorations, but since nothing's blown up, that's a good sign. E'ten seems to have survived our living together," for some version of 'together.' "E'dre, now... did I tell you what went down with Ebeny?" With a sigh, "There was the multiple dragon pile-up at the lake, that was one of Iesaryth's then. And another of hers, well. Arekoth." Aishani doesn't need to say much more than that for her expression to darken, brows to come together in an irritated frown - still pretty enough, curls glossy in the sunlight - but it goes away quickly enough as she's distracted by; "Decorations? What did you leave him with? And I still can't believe you bothered." Then, perhaps a bit dryly, amused, "Isn't there usually something with Ebeny?" Given the way he is, which Shani seems to find entertaining, but not so much with everyone else. Though N'rov's sours similarly, it's also just as brief and then they're back to the smugness. "So, you know, how Bijedth has some fancy straps? Lots of them?" He must have said. He must have smirked. He does so again. "So I dangled them from this ceiling hook over his bed, so they looked sort of like a tent. Bijedth's part of the weyr, though, I've seen it before but it was strange walking past it in the mornings, because it's all plush but as though if I looked at it wrong, something would go wrong and then he'd bite my head off when he got back." He rolls his head so the joints crack. "Ebeny now..." He shrugs amiably. "All I did was ask her what she wanted. You know, out of my Weyrwomanly largesse, and I've got to tell you, it was so much fun giving that out. She wanted an extra room, I got her a room... well, a big closet really, but I'm not sure how much she was joking. She could have told those miners to go away. But now E'dre wants to talk to me about it. Though, it might have been when I said I couldn't give him to her instead, you think?" Shani will still lean in to kiss him for that moment, however brief, but she hardly needs an excuse. Only drawing back to let him explain, she rubs that unshaven jaw fondly with the backs of her fingers, her thumb. Mirroring his smirk, "Maybe he likes how it looks, just left it. I don't suppose he'd tell you if he did. Though dragons are more particular, and less forgiving in some ways, yes." The neck-cracking gets a bit of a nose-wrinkle, but not enough of one to move away or anything. Sadly, shaking her head, "Corrupted by power. Though I admit, it is fun. Especially when people won't take what they're offered. And... that might have done it, yes. That might be the thing he wants to talk about. Maybe." She's grinning now though, even as she says, "You're terrible." N'rov squints down at her fingers, or as much in the direction of her fingers that human eye orbits permit, content to watch and yes, maybe lean in a little like Vhaeryth. "Maybe," he half-agrees, all too happy to move on to his terribleness. "Thank you, thank you, we'll be playing the next town's Gather too. " And then he's letting his eyes drift shut. "Have you ever tried to give a person to anyone? Hatchlings don't count. I should really work on that... Has anyone not taken what you offered, recently, or just you know who? Whos." Her smile softens as his eyes close; Shani's touch is still light as she settles against him, watches him rather than the sky over the bowl or the mountains beyond or all the other things that could have her attention. "Maybe," she echoes, in a tone that sounds more like 'probably'. "I don't think a person, no. I don't really think that's done, offering people. I think it's frowned upon in polite circles at the very least. And not recently." So just those who shall not be named, lest a nice afternoon be ruined. Tilting her head in to brush her nose against his cheek, "Think the chair will hold up for a nap at least? Ideas later." N'rov sighs, a rise and fall of his chest that lifts her up only so they can relax back down again. Stymied. There might also be a grumble about polite circles, but it never really gets audible what with the touch of her nose, with his smile. "I think it can. But you know, it really does need to be tested." He reaches out blindly, finds her hair at first, wraps a curl about his finger and then settles his hand flat on her shoulderblade. "Later," he agrees, and doesn't ask about what new changes she'd like to make, or how she'd redecorate her acting weyrleader's weyr if she had the chance, or (for now) anything at all. They can nap, and enjoy the summer's sun while it lasts. |
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