Logs:Sleeping Beauty
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| RL Date: 8 December, 2014 |
| Who: K'del, R'hin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: There's someone sleeping in K'del's... bath? |
| Where: Weyrleader's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 24, Month 6, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions |
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>---< Weyrleader's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr(#1716RJL) >-----------------------<
Rank certainly has its privileges, and among them are amply appointed
apartments. The short flight of stairs from the Weyrleader's Complex opens
up into the larger of two chambers, formally decorated and clearly
designed to cater as much to important guests as the occupant's personal
living. Old, but obviously expensive, llama wool rugs dyed blue-and-black
cover the stone floor, leading towards the second chamber, the stairs, and
the rush-filled dragon couch and ledge beyond it. A formal seating
arrangement - a sofa and chairs, all blue-and-black - sits around a large,
tiled fireplace, whilst along the other wall, a finely made, if now
somewhat antique, desk sits between a bookshelf and a tall cupboard to
which tack-hooks have been attached, riding gear arranged neatly inside.
Two tapestries hung from the high walls depict overdone splendour for High
Reaches Weyr, one a long view of the snow-covered bowl, and the other a
hazy impressionist piece of dragons flaming over a springtime countryside.
The inner weyr, made up of a sleeping cavern and a private bathing area,
is smaller and cosier and distinctly less ostentatious. An oversized
wooden sleigh bed fills much of the space, the mattress piled high with
overstuffed down pillows and comforter, their covers dyed in varying
shades of navy blue, light blue and bronze. There's a nightstand on either
side, both with reading lamps, and against one of the other walls, a tall,
heavy wardrobe made from a dark wood that matches the bed. The bathing
area is part of the same cavern, a folding screen shielding the toilet and
slightly raised, double-sized bathtub built into the stone, and a small
shelf holding toiletries, shaving equipment, and clean towels.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
K'del M 34 6'4" Slender, Toffee hair, Baby Blue eyes 0s
R'hin M 52 6'1 lean, sandy hair, pale blue eyes 9s
----------------------------------< Exits >---------------------------------
Complex Ledge
>-----------------------------------------< 24D 6M 36T I10, summer night >---< The Weyrleader's weyr does have a tendency to have occupants that aren't actually the Weyrleader, and today is no exception. There's sounds coming from the bathing area. Not like splashing, exactly... more snoring. Given K'del's track record, it's probably a girl, and she's probably naked. Just his luck! Having a ground weyr has certainly always had downsides; K'del's not precisely unused to surprise guests. Even so, he pauses on his way in, head tilted to the side as he attempts to discern the noise. Tayte's back at Vintner Hall (and, yes yes, doesn't snore), Ali's at Southern (again with the not snoring), and-- "Hello?" He drops his stack of papers on his desk, pacing towards the bedroom, with its attached bathing room. "Who's there?" Well... it's not a girl. And he's not naked, which might be a relief. Dressed in pants and shirt, R'hin's sprawled mostly inside the bath, though a foot hangs over the edge. The water is near full, and rising quickly to the brim by now, like he tried to start a bath and probably fell asleep while waiting. On the plus side, he hasn't drowned yet, probably because his arm and head are tilted over the edge, which is the source of the snoring. K'del just... stops. Stares, really. Is it disappointing, that it's not a naked girl in his bath? If so, it doesn't show in his expression; that is simply resigned, the sort of long-suffering what-the-fuck expression that comes from it having been a very long month. He steps in, leaning down to turn off the taps. And: "R'hin. R'hin." R'hin's reaction is a sharp jerk, which probably serves to spill more water onto the floor, and near K'del if he's still close by. His expression is a mixture of disoriented and baffled, pale eyes blood shot, the scent of alcohol probably detectable. His hand braces on the edge of the bath as he focuses, "K'del?" like he's confused about why the Weyrleader is here. Wherever that is. Close enough to get splashed, K'del swears-- though at least it's not freezing cold water, nor the dead of winter. He takes a hurried step back, managing not to slip on the now-slick floor, blue eyed-gaze focusing sharply upon the drunken sot of a wingleader. "Good, you remember who I am," he says, somewhat wry. "Need me to put some klah on? Please don't throw up in my bath." It takes a few moments more for the Savannah rider to get his bearings, and the splashing of water over his face probably helps a bit with that. "Past that," R'hin assures K'del with a hint of dryness, with the air of someone who knows his own body quite well. "Klah, yeah. I'll -- clean up a bit," he's apparently recognized this isn't his weyr, and he looks keen on getting past any awkwardness, reaching around in the water for the plug. "It's fine," says K'del, and seems truthful enough in the reassurance. "Take your time. I'll make that klah." He glances over his shoulder as he turns to go, giving the other bronzerider a wary, contemplative look, but he doesn't push the point: there's klah to make, after all. R'hin seems to take him at his word: he doesn't hurry, draining the water and mopping up the spill, acquiring one of the towels. It's slung over his shoulder when he emerges, hair half-heartedly dried, eyes marginally more focused. It looks like he's tried to squeeze out his shirt, but not spent too much time on it, given his weyr isn't that far away. "How are things here?" he begins as he walks over, like he's ignoring that inauspicious start. The time R'hin takes at least leaves K'del long enough to get that klah prepared; by the time the other bronzerider arrives, he's got a mug to thrust towards him, strong and hot and without any kind of sweetener. "Things are... they are." K'del is cautious in his answer. "And you?" "Yeah," R'hin says in a tone that might've well said, figured. "Been running into so many 'Reachians outside the 'Reaches, I'm surprised there's any left. He gulps down a mouthful of klah, exhaling a breath of gratitude, and strides over to lean an elbow against the back of one of the chairs around the table. "Don't think people can take much... more. Those who've never dealt with fall are struggling. You and Azaylia ought to fix that," he says, with a tone of wry amusement. "Something Weyrleaderly. You know. Reinforce life, good will, etcetera, etcetera," his hand waves, like he's intending to leave the details to the other bronzerider. K'del's fingers twine around each other behind his back; he leans up against the wall beside the hearth, now, eyes on R'hin. A snort - not quite a laugh - answers the bronzerider's words. "Wish it were that simple," he says. "Not been a good turn, huh?" There are dark shadows under his eyes; he closes them, just for a moment. "I hate it. All of it." "Sometimes it is," R'hin's shoulders twitch, before he takes another deep gulp from the mug. "A gather, some dancing. Can't really wish for a clutch, too soon for that, unless--" he shifts his shoulders briefly, as if the thought is dismissed quickly. "On the bright side, Igen and Telgar have stopped hating us. Or not started, in Telgar's case, so things could be worse." He takes a step over, pressing a hand briefly to K'del's shoulder, pale eyes intent. "And you ought to take a couple of days off at Southern. Take all your kids with you." 'Unless' and K'del's expression twists, but he doesn't comment on it - nor on anything else, immediately, though he does nod to those mentions of Igen and Telgar. The hand has him attempting a smile, his own eyes meeting R'hin's squarely. "I'd like to. It's the plan. Just..." R'hin knows, surely. "You going to be drinking more, or...?" Or is he done, for now. And neither does R'hin pursue that line of thought. Instead, he gives a low chuckle. "Think I'm getting old. Takes longer to recover. Might lay low for a while. Suppose it couldn't hurt to be around the Weyr for a bit. I offered to take her, you know," he says, as casually as you please, though there's a tenseness in his fingers where they touch K'del's shoulder that belies the tone. "Leiventh and I. But she--" his hand drops away, and sets the mug quickly on the table. "You should go," he repeats, taking a couple of steps towards the door. "You can find the time, I'm sure. Ought to pay your respects to Telgar. No one'd fault you a trip there." "Thank you," is quietly said, so quiet it might be a whisper; it's clearly in answer to that casual comment, though there's nothing casual about this; K'del's gaze is solemn, his nod firm. As the other rider steps away, K'del straightens, and there's another nod to go with it. "Reckon I will," he agrees. "Thanks, R'hin. You look after yourself, mm?" "And you," R'hin returns the sentiment with equal measures of gratitude, striding outside. Leiventh isn't far, swooping down from the rim, low across the bowl, and landing on Cadejoth's ledge just long enough for the bronzerider to mount before they return to their own weyr. |
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