Logs:Waking the Beast
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| RL Date: 30 April, 2015 |
| Who: R'hin, Edyis, Bristia |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Savannah riders tease Edyis, though the weyrling isn't very amused. |
| Where: Nighthearth, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 7, Month 9, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
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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's late enough that the evening meal is done, the kitchen staff down to a skeleton crew. There's still stew warming on the nighthearth, however, which has drawn a few people, thought the room is largely quiet aside from the occasional crackle from the nighthearth. On one of the couches set a bit away from the hearth, R'hin is seated, a bowl and spoon in hand, though he's not eating, oddly still, expression odd as his gaze is directed downwards. It's probably not until one gets closer that they could see the reason for his stillness -- a certain blonde Savannah greenrider is stretched out on the rest of the space of the couch, her head pillowed in his lap, to all appearances asleep. It is fairly late when Edyis realizes that those rumbling noises and hunger pangs that have had her tossing and turning are not the result of a growing dragon but forgetting to eat herself. It's only after she's filled a bowl for herself that she sees the Savannah pair, and there's a wry smile as she moves to claim one of the overstuffed armchairs for herself. It's only when R'hin catches movement nearby that, perhaps by coincidence, he moves again too, resuming eating as if there were never any pause. He gives a silent tip of head to Edyis when she selects a seat nearby, pale eyes resting on her as she eats; as he eats, too. She chuckles softly to herself, returning the nod and proceeding to practically inhale her stew. It is a matter of minutes, and she is staring blankly at an all but empty bowl, frowning. One might suspect R'hin is being kind in his silence, either to Bristia, still sleeping, or to Edyis' hunger. But then, it is R'hin, and it's less likely to be kind than something else, judging by the twist of lips as he sets aside his own, mostly untouched, bowl. Dark brows lift when she catches the motion, studying the bronzerider and the bowl quizzically in silence. The question unvoiced and obvious, what's wrong with the stew that she was, until a moment ago contemplating a second bowl of? Perhaps R'hin misses the unspoken implication about the bowl, or... more likely, he's just being R'hin, given his smile flickers again. The roll of her eyes, and the move, oh so very quietly to refill the bowl. Hunger winning out over paranoia, this time... Maybe, still the attempt at stealth is probably quite comical as the weyrling retreats to her armchair of solitude. Unfortunately, it moves just slightly as she sits back down, a sort of scraping squeak against the stone. Bristia doesn't stir, at least, not apparently at the scrape of the chair. Maybe not, anyway. But it's hard to tell when a half-beat later R'hin's louder, "You totally woke Bristia. Good going, weyrling," definitely does wake the greenrider up. While the bronzerider's tone might be stern, to judge by his expression he's taking liberties, though that fades as Bristia straightens, yawns, and gives him a stare first, then Edyis second. Ed's spoon stops halfway to her mouth eyes wide, scandalized by the accusation. She recovers after the spoon makes it to her mouth and back into the bowl. "Sorry." Just keep eating Edyis. Just keep eating! Bristia makes a noise, something difficult to interpret, and there's an air of expectation in her continuing look at Edyis. R'hin, meanwhile, leans back, and lifts a hand to his mouth. Yawning, maybe? "What?" She asks between bites, utterly confused by the tiny blonde harper's gaze. "I realized I hadn't eaten; I thought it was Akluseth being a pain." She explains only mildly agitated. "Don't look at me R'hin was the one staring at you while you slept." It's almost singsong. "So defensive," Bristia says, in a kind of easy comment as she leans back onto the couch, glancing at R'hin curiously; "I can't remember, was she like that before?" R'hin purses his lips, briefly, "Mm. More, all-knowing. Less a tattle-tale," the bronzerider says, with a twitch of lips. Edyis resumes eating, then. Though the spoon hits the ceramic of the bowl with just a fraction more oompf, there's even more sullen muttering. Edyis mutters to herself, "If... would..." "Less talking to herself," R'hin amends, a moment later. The spoon clatters against the bowl and Edyis exhales slowly, her expression distant for a moment. "Sorry for waking you," Is offered as she gets up to stick the bowl somewhere to be washed. If anything, Bristia looks vaguely bemused, gaze tracking Edyis' departure. There's a brief, darted look to R'hin, who shifts and drops his shoulders in the briefest of shrugs. Muttering something about a seaweed brained brown, and an awful lot of swearwords, she's headed back out to deal with her dragon without another word. |
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