Logs:Sleepies
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| RL Date: 4 March, 2013 |
| Who: Hana, Nicky |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Nicky and Hana bump into one another late at night. There's an awkward attempt at flirting. |
| Where: Nighthearth |
| When: Day 23, Month 2, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
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| Nighthearth, High Reaches Weyr With its entrance located between the kitchen and the living cavern, this tiny bubble cavern is cozy, always kept warm and is filled with comfortable chairs and a small round table. At the far end, there's a hearth, outlined in ruddy, aging bricks, where a pot of stew simmers in the evening hours. Generally quiet, the nighthearth is the haunt of insomniacs and those seeking quiet from the bustle of daily Weyr life.
It isn't too long past that, that another comes seeking the nighthearth. Not for klah, it would seem - no, Hana made a stop somewhere else for a mug of something more herbal - but for the warmth and the quiet, and one might assume (from the way she starts at the sight on one in the chair) for the solitude. "Oh, oh, hello there. I hope I am not intruding?" she asks, voice quiet enough to be missed if one is truly dragon-deep in their thoughts. Nicky is anything but dragon-deep in his thoughts, and Hana's voice has his sleepy, brown-eyed gaze driving over to the woman. A slow smile curls up one corner of his lips in a lopsided welcome, and he cants his head to one side to indicate that he's more than happy for Hana to come on in and join him. "Hi," he says softly, tiredly. "Y-you're not intruding a-at all. Would, um, you like c-company while you're in here?" In other words, he doesn't mind clearing out to give her some space. Hana offers a bit of a smile - it's too late for it to be very bright, or anything, and moves towards the offered spot. "Oh please - don't leave on my account. Don't tell anyone, but mostly I was just looking for time away." Away from duties, or certain people -- or even whispers -- just... away. A tiny yawn is hidden behind one hand as she takes the seat, then she admits ruefully, "Between all the new faces, and the mark, I can't quite remember if I should know your name or not. I'm Hana, if I shouldn't. If I should, well, I guess my name would be 'Mud'." "Mud?" Nicky blinks in confusion at Hana until his brain catches up with his tongue, and what she really said sinks in. "Oh! Hana. H-hi, Hana... I, um, I don't think we've met, a-and Hana is far prettier than M-mud, so I'll call you that, if it's ok?" He shifts the hold on his mug to one hand, before leaning towards the woman and offering her his work-roughened hand. "I'm N-Nicky. It's nice to meet you. I like a little t-time away myself." Hana blows slightly on her tea, and thinks about it for a moment, before deciding, "I think I'll forget about renaming myself Mud for a moment then - and it is lovely to meet you, too, Nicky." Her own hand is very less work-roughened, but then, she's a rather less practical sort of a person. "I know what you mean. Holds are just as busy, but at least at mine, I know the best places to sneak away to. The Weyr is much harder." Nicky's eyes narrow a fraction as he looks thoughtfully across at Hana from behind the rim of his klah mug. He takes a tentative sip of the drink, finds it too hot, and lowers it back down, leaning his weight forward with his elbows resting on his knees. "Oh - are you with the, um, the delegation? I-I think I might have seen you with, um... o-oh, Faranth, um... the names..." He clicks his fingers, trying to remember. "Weyrs are k-kinda... weird, right? In comparison to Holds, anyway. I'm still k-kinda new here, myself." "Issedi of High Reaches Hold, Devaki her lord, and little Vinien," Hana offers with a bit of a smile, before tilting her head, "Oh? Where did you come from them? I admit - my lady and I have never really been anywhere besides the Hold - and now here." "Lady Issedi and L-Lord Devaki, that's it." Nicky nods, thankful for having his memory jogged. "I'm from Far Reach - h-have you heard of it? It's a, um, well, ovine-farming holding, mostly. H-higher up in the 'Reaches range. My only time away from home was in the Smith Hall... th-then here. My uncle is posted here." "You're a smith?" Hana asks, suddenly more awake, "Or your uncle is? I will definately have to hunt you.. both?" Here a glance is given to the curly-mopped fellow with a bit of a grin, "Sometime when we're both awake. And... it /sounds/ familiar, but I don't think I would say I know of it. I'm sorry," she offers, dropping her gaze to study the steam curling up from her tea. Nicky tries another sip of his klah, and finds is much more to his temperature preference. "My uncle's a Smith, but I'm training to be a farrier... so I just have metalwork training. And some H-Herder training, too, on hooves, and things." He shrugs his shoulders, smiling softly across at Hana. "I think only people who need to know about ovines and other w-woollies know about Far Reach, so there's no need to be s-sorry." Another sip of his klah, and he backpedals the conversation a little; "Um... why would you need to hunt us?" "Oh, I was just wondering about somethin.. oh, woollies? That probably explains it. A farrier? Does that mean you know how to ride?" Really - conversation with tea isn't helping Hana get sleepy. On the other hand -- it's someone willing to talk to her. Sorta. "Mmhrm!" Nicky nods with as much enthusiasm as his sleepy state can muster in response to the riding question. "I can ride, yep. B-back home, they throw you in the saddle as soon as you can w-walk. Everyone's needed on r-round-ups and the like." He chugs down more of his klah, then brushes back a stray swatch of curls that have fallen in front of one brown eye. "Do you know how to?" Hana shakes her head, pauses to think about it, then shakes her head again. "I can.. sort of? stay on. At a walk. With help getting up on one." There is a bit of a wrinkled nose, before she settles back into her seat and relaxes into her tea again. "I-if you'd like, I can show you how? When I'm not b-busy with chores and so on... I th-think you'd look good, on a p-pretty runner." Nicky grins sheepishly, a hint of blush colouring his cheeks. He looks down into his klah mug, then up through escaped curls to Hana. "I'm n-nearly done with a little job that's been filling in my free time, s-so I can help you with that... if you'd like to learn. I c-can help you up, and everything." "You would? Well... I would have to think about it...." Hana starts to say, pausing to take a sip of her tea, before offering a bright smile. "Certainly! If you have the time. But.. ah.. is now that good of a time, what with the cold?" she asks, smile dimming a bit at the thought. Hana's smile sparks Nicky's own, which offers a flash of his gappy, slightly too big front teeth. "It's c-cold out, but it's as good a time as any, I think? Um... maybe I'll be too busy, when, um, the eggs hatch... I might, um..." He seems to struggle with voicing the possible outcomes of the hatching, and flexes his fingers around his klah mug as he shrugs his shoulder. "And snow is a nice cushion -- n-not that I'd let you f-fall! We would take it slow, and, um, easy. L-ladylike?" And Awkward Nicky is go. "You are staying until the hatching too?" Hana asks, artlessly, even if she does pick up the connection, before absolutely beaming at Nicky. "You are too cu.. kind! Very very kind. And /I/ have probably been here too late. I think there is fittings to be done tomorrow. Don't stay up too late!" she adds, before getting up carefully, half-filled mug of tea still in hand. "Dream safe!" and with a swish of skirting, off she heads. "Um... y-yes? I'm staying." Nicky seems confused as to why he /wouldn't/ stay for it, but he doesn't question it. There's a 'cu-'something would-be word that catches his attention and makes him bite his lip, with an almost visible look of relief crossing his features when Hana states she needs to be going. He stands up in abrupt politeness to see her out, giving her a little wiggle of his fingers in farewell. "Y-you too," he replies. "Um... sleep well." Once she's gone he's not long in following, making a sleepy beeline for the barracks and bed. |
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Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 05 Mar 2013 11:09:24 GMT.
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Very cu... nice scene between you two. <3
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