Logs:Teaser
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| RL Date: 25 September, 2014 |
| Who: Ashe, K'zin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Ashe comes to check out the greenhouse. There's a little teaser for the maybe-one-day Weyr tour. |
| Where: Greenhouse, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 26, Month 11, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
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| Greenhouse, High Reaches Weyr A rustic and unadorned vestibule leads in from hewn spiral steps to a refitted ledge, enclosed by limestone pillars. Sturdy wooden framework captures elongated glass panes, tilted to absorb the most light during the day. The wash of heat from within, lush and humid, persists even into the dead of winter; the air is heady with the scent of fresh-turned soil and various flora. Long, deep troughs of soil line the inner stone wall, planted with an assortment of broad, leafy tropicals - practical and decorative alike. Fruit and vegetable baskets hang from rafters, optimizing space, tempting in reach with a perpetually ripening harvest. A series of stone shelving is devoted to flourishing, aromatic herbs and new green shoots; even the softest touch releases a burst of savory scent from tender leaves. Amidst the greenery, a handful of wooden benches have been scattered, making this a temptingly warm and secluded spot to sit. Shuttered vents serve to regulate humidity and heat given off from a small hot spring recessed into an alcove at the back; a secondary pool with cooler waters siphons off to provide a constant, fresh supply for irrigation. A small potting station nearby is cluttered with watering cans and gardening tools of various uses, with a wooden bin for composting materials tucked underneath.
"Gotta love technology," such as it is. K'zin's baritone is warm and amused as he shifts out from under one of the raised beds not far from the entrance, still on his rump, shirt spattered with some kind of wet spray and small wrench in hand. His face has the obligatory smudge of dirt on it, and his hands, too, show signs of their recent labors. But it's not flora that he deposits into a small tool box just under the lip of the bed, but metal nuts and bolts. Once that's done, his attention is free to focus on the young woman and offer her a grin. "Ashe, right?" as if he doesn't remember perfectly. The teenager's tawny skin colors prettily when K'zin interrupts her private amazement. The color turns quickly brighter when it's someone she recognizes, but an immediate light laugh lifts to try and distract. "You're a sight for sore eyes, bronzerider. I would never have expected dragonriders to get down and dirty for naught but their dragons," says Ashe. Her jacket is draped over her arm, and a step back is less to get away from K'zin as to make it easier to give him and what he's handling, a once over. "Little known fact," that a lot of people know, "This particular bronzerider was once naught but a little," muscular, "apprentice smith." K'zin grins as he shifts onto his knees and then up, wiping his hands together first and then on his trousers. "I earn my forge time by helping with some of the smith work orders. Irrigation system. Some of the bolts were rusting." Nothing complex is really what he's saying. The smile is self-deprecating and a little distracted as he leans down to deposit the wrench and then lift the whole box up to be pinched between his hips and the wooden edge of the bed, fingers dipping into the box to do a little idle organization. "Do you come from somewhere warm? I hear those not used to the winters here like this place, and the hatching galleries well when the snows start to fall. Especially when it piles up higher than a man." Maybe he exaggerates. Ashe's eyes twinkle, suddenly lighting quite obviously at what he did pre-dragonriding. "How fascinating! I always wondered what those forges could be capable of. Maybe, you'll be able to show me if you ever earn that tour. Or is it the other way around?" Her brow puckers in teasing faux thoughtfulness. "I'm from near here, Lewis Hold if you've run sweeps in that area? But spent the last few turns up near the border of Telgar and Igen. But, I'm here now." And that's all that really matters. The slender girl holds out her hand. "I'd wait for you to offer me your arm, but I've learned not to wait for things to come to me. Would you be so kind as to show me around the greenhouse?" K'zin's lips pull into a smile, though one without teeth, amusement playing across his expressive face. "Anything you can dream," which is a nice notion if perhaps a bit far-fetched. "But sure, I'll make it a highlight when I've earned my tour." A glance is given to the greenhouse on the whole and then back to Ashe, his lips shifting to a teasing smirk, "Are you sure you want to give me a taste of my reward? You mightn't be able to stop me at just the greenhouse." He shifts the toolbox and starts to set it down, but half way to the ground, his brow is wrinkling and his look changes to something much more serious. Sighing, he straightens, tool box still in hand, "Looks like I'll have to be patient after all. My real job needs me." He looks her briefly up and down, "But a smart girl like you, I'm sure you can manage not to get lost, or eaten by any plants." He grins. Great at acting, but just a little too dramatic to be real, Ashe dons a bereft expression and makes a sad little whimper on the cue of his leaving. The twinkle is still present in her warm brown eyes. "If I get eaten by plants, however, I'll be sure to shake my fist at you from my planty grave. Have a good one, K'zin." The bronzerider waves an unconcerned hand, "I'll make sure to water your plot daily if that becomes the case. I'm sure I can fit it in to my busy schedule." Still grinning, K'zin shifts his hand up to his brow in a lazy and totally unwarranted salute before moving to slip past her into the complex. |
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