Logs:Wishful Thinking
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| RL Date: 27 January, 2014 |
| Who: E'ten, Reesa |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Reesa and E'ten get a chance to talk, post Dice tournament. Ree has some specific ideas about what E'ten should do. E'ten is not so convinced. |
| Where: Starstones, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 28, Month 11, Turn 33 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: S'mis/Mentions, N'rov/Mentions |
| « Bored. » That's Khiabeth, on behalf of Reesa. Not that it doesn't reflect her own mood, mind: Starstones duty (likely for something she's done - or probably not done) isn't exactly /unusual/ for the greenrider, especially now she's in Jasper. « You should come. » Whether she means Adiulth in specific, or E'ten, or both isn't clear. The green's perched on the very edge, watching the dragons wheeling about in the sky with an obvious envy; even if she can sun here, no one's /looking/. « What did you do? » Because Reesa likely did, didn't she? It's likely the first thought which crosses E'ten's mind and as a result? Adiulth's as he borrows from his rider's thoughts with a tinge of amusement. Although both of them appear in the skies, angled for the direction of the Star Stones with a warbled greeting before circling with a backwing neatly nearby. « We came. Mine needed to get away from work. » « Nothing! » Khiabeth is quick to deny. Nothing that /she/ can remember, anyway, but given Reesa's propensity to just sleep in another five minutes, it's probably not a huge leap to take a guess at. The blonde's settled, cross-legged, flipping some cards over, only looking up when Khiabeth greets Adiulth with a pleased warble. Does Adiulth believe it? Rumbling in amusement, the bronze approaches close enough for E'ten to unfasten his riding straps with a forward lean to regard the greenrider for a few long moments. "Weren't you supposed to be up here, reflecting on what you did and most importantly - what you didn't do," he says, swinging one leg from over his dragon's neckridges and dismounting cleanly with a leap down to the ground. While one is amused, the other is serious. Reesa makes a face, and continues flipping cards. "I slept in," she drops a card, "I could've woken up in time but didn't," another card, "I got over it in the first five minutes up here." A third, which earns a grimace. "Now: why don't you play some cards with me? You're the expert, apparently- teach me some tricks." She pats the ground next to her, with an unrepentant grin. "Did you need Adiulth to bespeak Khiabeth in the mornings? He'd be more than willing to oblige, I think." Especially since the two seem to get along, given the bronze's companionable place close to the green. The suggestion of cards seems to have the exact opposite reaction, however. The easy smile that had begun to appear fades with a dismissive hand, looking for another rock to sit on - if they exist this close. "I'd rather not, given everything that's happened. Bad enough the murmurs haven't stopped about Hematite." "I'd /rather/ you woke me with breakfast in bed from that spacious ground weyr of yours," Reesa replies, archly, and not particularly disingenuously. The change of his expression, and his mention of the murmuring, earns a snort. "They'll always complain. People always complain about the good luck of others. You'll stay in a ground weyr for a Turn; they'll forget by the end what they were so upset about." Clearly she hasn't heard that discussion of the weyr being /Hematite's/ rather than /E'ten's/. "It's the wing's weyr." There's no way to soften the blow of those words in particular but E'ten's gaze averts itself from the outburst that is bound to arrive with that measure of information. "And I'm not going to go against that, Ree. And yes, people do seem to complain about a lot of things. But between Elaurth's flight, the card game.. that's..." A lot for a man to mull over. Hence, keeping his head figuratively down. "You won it," Reesa corrects, quickly. "And don't you dare let that ass bully you into giving it up to the wing." She's probably talking about N'rov, one might suspect. She puts her cards down, and then her hands go to her hips. "It's not your fault you're adept at cards as Adiulth is at flying. It's no more than you /deserve/. And," with a grin that is both impish and never-the-less honest: "I want that bath." E'ten neither confirms or denies anything, it seems. Nevermind that he does seem to be ready to leap away from the rock with a tactical maneuver, instead choosing a tilt of his head to fend off the hip talking Reesa with no signs of that smile returning. "I wish some of the other weyrs had baths that weren't already occupied. At least you could have that much. But, I don't see it happening." "One day," Reesa allows, as she climbs to her feet. She, at least, seems to assume the lack of denial means she's getting her way, because... that's just how she thinks. Wrapping her arms around E'ten, she beams up at him. "I've got my eye on one that old S'mis is in. It'd need to be aired out but- well. That'll be Turns away yet I imagine. So we'll settle." For now. Wishful thinking. That's exactly what it is,. Not resisting the arms that settle about him, E'ten quirks a brow at the readily named weyr before exhaling and settling both of his around her waist. "We'll see. Speaking of, why S'mis' weyr? What makes it special besides the bath," he asks, deftly making an attempt to change topics of weyrs on the ground level and procurements. For now. Funny, that. Reesa is easily distracted, on this occasion, as she leans into E'ten, beaming. "It's spacious, and it gets lots of afternoon sun- which Khiabeth will love. And it's got lots of room for storage." Of clothes, presumably. One might wonder how she got such a close look at S'mis' weyr, but then- S'mis has a blue, so perhaps it's not such a stretch as to the /how/. There are some things which E'ten doesn't want to theorize on - that being one of them. "I guess that I'll ask about it. Once things get back to some measure of normalcy. Now that the leadership flight is over and Isyath's.." It means peace for him. Somewhat. "You overslept. Again. I'll have Adiulth wake the two of you, since I can't always make it by with breakfast /every/ day. Not when we have early morning sweeps or deliveries.. " Or anything else in particular. "Or you could just spend the night. I do have a nice bottle of red wine I'd like to share with someone," Reesa says, fingers twisting into the material of his shirt. "After I get off watch duty?" "Sounds like a plan, but you are going to make me get up and go get everything from the kitchens?" It's a rough like, that. But it doesn't find E'ten from declining the invitation for spending the night. Nor alas, breakfast. Without stepping back, he allows the shirt to be taken as he smiles more genuine and laced with amusement before his head and chin lowers to meet her gaze. "I'll see you soon then?" "I'll give you a pass. Tomorrow only," Reesa's saying, laughingly. She goes up on tiptoes to kiss him, before releasing his shirt, albeit reluctantly. "Soon," she promises, as she moves back to give them enough room to depart. |
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