The Scene
R'SLI
R'sli wears a linen shirt, dyed royal blue, tucked loosely into black
wherhide pants that hug his thighs and disappear into calf-high black
boots.
On his shoulder, double cords of blue and black twist with silver
thread and green ribbon to form the double loop and tassle of an
Assistant Weyrlingmaster's knot. The knot itself is worn-looking and
has obviously been repaired recently.
R'sli is 21 Turns, 4 months, and 16 days old.
Dark sisal wraps loosely around lean torso and trails down to elegantly
buttoned cuffs at his wrists. The charcoal shirt is tucked in,
loosely, to a pair of black trous that fit with a roomy
maneuverability which accentuates the inherent grace and strength of
the man beneath. The shoes are simple gray boots of a softened wher
hide.
A single loop, woven in blue and black, rests atop one shoulder. A
ribbon of bronze is proudly woven in with the double-twisted cord to
signify the bronzerider's position at High Reaches Weyr.
T'lendel is 21 Turns, 5 months, and 6 days old.
Damia is wearing a lovely blue dress. It is fitted about her perfectly
and shows off her figure beautifully. It falls down to her ankles
where she has wehrhide boots, dyed the same color as her dress which
is the same color as her eyes. Over her dress, she wears a white
apron, spattered with batter and other cooking elements. Her long hair
is tied losely back with a leather thong of the same color as the rest
of her outfit.
IC Age: 16 Turns, 10 months, and 25 days
Whoops, missed
LIVING CAVERNS
Tucked into a glowlit niche are Ghost, Nocturno, Kynance, Mera, Rocu,
Dytez, and Kelpie.
You see Tray 'o bubblies, Question Deck, and Sabo here.
R'sli is here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl Kitchens Inner Caverns Crafting Area
R'sli sits quietly by the fire, a book perched on his knees, and his
spectacles sliding down his drowsing nose as his head dips. A
half-full cup of klah sits near one toe, and a stylus is held loosely
in one hand, ink drying in a smudge on the page.
T'lendel heads slowly for the pot of klah, kept warm on the hearth. A
soft greeting goes to a few of those still gathered at this hour as he
takes his time. Once near the fire, though, he starts to call to
R'sli, then chuckles instead. He draws nearer, taking in the wasted
writing and failed attempt to read. He clears his throat and
half-drawls, "R'sli, I do hope whatever you're writing was not that
important..."
R'sli jerks awake, one foot managed to hit the mug of klah, sending it
spinning away to shatter on the stone floor. He blinks, and reaches
behind the lens of his spectacles to rub at his eyes. Peering up at
the bronzerider, he blushes slightly. "Oh, hello, Ty," he says with a
sleepy grin. "Up sort of late, aren't you?" He manages to deposit
the stylus on the seat next to him, rubbing ink on his black trousers,
all the while unaware of the broken mug or ruined book.
T'lendel brings one hand to his mouth, not quite able to hide the grin
behind it. "A bit, but wouldn't you say that's about normal?" He
gestures lightly with one hand to a passing drudge, indicating the
remains of the mug and its scattered contents. "Seems like you just
might have had too many late nights, yourself." He lifts one brow at
the ink staining book and pants alike. "Is it that much work, being
an Assistant Weyrlingmaster?" Don't they let him sleep?
R'sli yawns lightly, nodding through the act. "It's no walk in the
park, especially with a double class." The greenrider grins, his
violet eyes regarding the bronzerider for a moment before papers and
books are shoved aside to make room. "Any road, it's good to see you.
Sit down and tell me where you've been keeping yourself." He regards
the other man closely. "What holder girl has been keeping you away
from eligible greenriders?" That violet gaze becomes wide, innocent.
Any sane man would run just now.
R'sli *acks. Change 'walk in the park' to 'walk in the garden.' Yeesh.
Damia comes out of the kitchens, the smell of fresh baking following
just behind.
Damia limps out, holding a mug of steaming hot klah.
T'lendel nods, all seriousness, understanding and concern. Halfway
through sitting down, though, he nearly leaps back up for shock. His
turn to blush, it seems, as he drops gracelessly to a seat. "N-no
holder girls, R'sli." He sighs, pensive, "Another rider, I'll admit,
did warm my bed one night..." So open? Perhaps because his
inflections are more confused than smug, and perhaps because he was so
clearly taken off guard, the truth is so freely volunteered. R'sli's
not-entirely-subtle reference to himself appears to have been missed,
yet again. Damia goes unnoticed, so intent is he on his own thoughts.
Nocturno leans forward as not to miss a single word almost loosing his
balance and falling off his perch. Curiosity killed the flit but this
/does/ sound interesting.
"Oh?" the greenrider's ears prick forward, his mouth twitching. "Which
rider was that?" he asks, that violet-eyed gaze beooming most
interested as he leans forward...we'll call it conspiratorally. His
eyes twinkle, and a slow flush creeps up from his collar. This does
sound promising...
T'lendel runs a few fingers through his hair, turning to regard R'sli
for a moment before murmuring, "Well, it was Vai, actually." Cough.
"That is, Junior Weyrwoman Vivian of Ista." Flush. Yes, the
weyrwoman currently tied to the sands.
One coal-black eyebrow slides up, and R'sli reduces the space a
fraction. "Oh," is his vaguely disappointed response. "I guess I
don't know her." He scratches at his chin for a moment. "What were
you doing in Ista?" he asks suddenly, eyes keen. "Aside from chasing
goldriders, I mean." He wrinkles his nose and waits with a lopsided
grin for the answer.
T'lendel shakes his head, "She came here actually." His grin is
somewhat wry, "Apparently, she wanted to get out one last time." And a
few other things. He pauses suddenly, faint frown twisting his lips,
"Why the drill, R'sli? Haven't you found plenty of ... distractions?"
What's that saying, again? All work and no play...
R'sli laughs, suddenly, a warm sound that rings in the near-empty
Caverns. "Me? I haven't been 'distracted' in months," he admits with
a shrug. "Before that, I was fending off that creepy A'sop from
Telgar." He shudders. "I don't like his morals at all." He looks
around the caverns for a moment, sighing. "But nothing that I'd write
the caravan about, on any road."
And that laughter coaxes a grin from bronzerider, which then fades at
news of A'sop. "Better to get some real sleep than ever be forced
into anything, R'sli." This he says with utter conviction. And also
an angry look to those normally bright eyes. That A'sop...
R'sli casts a sidelong glance at the bronzerider. "No one forces me
into anything," he says simply. "I have an older brother who took it
on himself to teach me at an early age how to hurt a man so he won't
chase you." He grins. "Fableth was upset for about an hour, till
A'sop's swelling went down." He chuckles at the memory of the
lecherous brownrider clutching tender parts. "And I've been sleeping
fairly well, for all that my bed is cold." His voice changes at the
end of that statement, and the look changes almost imperceptably.
T'lendel can't help but pale slightly at the image, until it is focused
on Fableth, at which point he again gains that hint of ... vengence,
perhaps? Satisfaction, to be certain. Rather than linger, all the
same, he focuses on the last part, "But why, R'sli?" Innocence,
innocence. "I mean, look at you." And T'lendel looks more closely at
the man beside him, "You're about as fit as it comes, even among
riders... You cheer us all up as needed." The speech slows slightly
as he continues, "Shards, you've got those eyes, even. Violet, is it
called? And those spectacles just ..." He stops suddenly, looking
distinctly embarassed.
[****] T'lendel giggles. Yummy RP. R'sli is such a dear.
R'sli flushes slowly, suddenly interested in a spot near T'lendel's
right ear, or maybe a little to the left. "Violet," he echoes
distantly with a nod. "My mother has the same color...." He pauses,
swallowing for a moment. "But yours are that great sea color. They
remind me of the ocean just off from Cove Hold." His gaze grows a bit
dreamy, and a grin works its way across the reddening face.
T'lendel relaxes a bit, tensing again the next instant. "Sea?" He
clears his throat, tries again, "Sea? But they're just ... green. Or
blue. Or..." He shakes his head and flounders for the moment.
R'sli shrugs. "Whichever," he agrees with a smile. "I wish my eyes
were that colour, sometimes." He picks at a piece of paper on his
trousers, idly pulling at the miniscule scraps. "But it's nice of you
to say those things, Ty," the greenrider says with another sidelong
look. "It's nice to hear." He turns his gaze on the lanky man. "And
I don't see why you don't have more girls flocking around you." Or
whomever else might want to flock, but he leaves that part out.
T'lendel shakes his head at the wish, but this time does not speak to
negate it. He's much too confused as it is. R'sli should be hearing
such things more often. But that, too, goes unsaid. His turn to
shrug, T'lendel obliges and murmurs the appropriate disclaimer, "I
don't want a flock, R'sli." He leans back against the stone, shutting
his eyes as he softly adds, "I'm more of a ..." He pauses. One-girl
guy? Not exactly. "commitment type, oddly enough." There don't seem
to be many of those 'round the weyrs.
You paged Aife with: From afar, T'lendel grins. So far, Vai and R'sli
are still confusing Ty. Poor boy. ;)
From afar, Aife giggles. How fun! :)
Aife comes down from the workrooms above.
You paged Aife with: From afar, T'lendel nodnods. Of course,
eventually the boy (heh, man of 21!) will have to straighten his head
out and pick. Oh, you darling. Coming to play?
From afar, Aife hasn't been out of her room in ages. ;) Of course.
Damia smiles slightly, feeling a little guilty, like an eavesdropper.
You paged Damia with: From afar, T'lendel sorries for excluding you,
sweetie. But he honestly was distracted, as you might have noticed :P
Damia pages, "NP's! Damia as a char isn't too loud, so she wouldn't
mind being ignored. Besides, it would be bad rp for her to come in in
the middle of a conversation and expect to take part in it."
Aife /is/ an eavesdropper. You know the old saying about what a Harper
hears...but now she's hear for more than listening. "Morning...night..
.whatever it is. You all couldn't sleep either?"
R'sli sighs a bit wistfully. "I am, too," he admits. "I've never been
fond of Zaqith's penchant for choosing a new partner every time." He
frowns into the air, before turning his gaze, now soft and thoughtful,
back on T'lendel. "It makes me feel...cheap, somehow." He shrugs.
"But that's part and parcel of having a green." He grins broadly for
a moment, before easing back as well, sort of--but not quite--snuggling
up to his friend. "We're a real pair, eh?" is the only thing he has
to offer after that, and that's delivered pretty wryly.
Damia grins, "How could I with the smell of bubblies in my nose? Can I
get anyone anything?" she half rises, ready for any requests.
T'lendel chuckles, "Cairhoth doesn't seem to think he has much of a
choice, either, so far as chasing is concerned." But still, the
bronzerider could be said to have more control. And he's seen blues
who are far worse. A sigh is the only reply to the last comment, as
his gaze now wanders over to Aife and Damia. Blinkblink. How long
have they been there ... ? "Ah, night, I believe, Aife. " He grins,
"Good to see you, whatever the hour." He shakes his head at Damia,
"Oh, I'm fine, thanks." He frowns, trying to place a name with the
face.
Damia smiles at T'lendel's frown, as she has been getting it a lot
lately. "I'm Damia, I don't believe we've met."
Grey eyes flicker from one rider to the other, shifty expression
half-hidden behind flyaway wisps of copper hair. "What's got you too
so preoccupied?" Aife asks bluntly, neatly slicing any innuendo of
conversation into easily-manageable pieces. "And h'lo Damia..I'm
Aife."
R'sli blinks as well, the others coming into focus. "Oh, hello, Aife!"
he says brightly, not moving from his almost-snuggled spot next to the
bronzerider. "What brings you out on prowl this late?" His face
slowly colors and he grins. "And you, Damia." That red suddenly
deepens further and the greenrider is too busy inspecting his boots to
answer Aife's forthright question.
Damia says, "Well met Aife." She decides not to pry into any riders'
business, so she just asks, "So I can't get anyone anything at all?"
T'lendel nods, returning the smile warmly, "I'm T'lendel." He leaves
out the 'bronzerider' bit, instead offering a polite -- and genuine --
"Well met." Aife's comment, he leaves R'sli to answer. And thus the
question goes entirely unanswered for several long moments before he
finally mumbles something about just sharing problems with getting
sleep.
Damia decides not to speak up.
Aife will. On all counts. "You don't have to stop talking as soon as
I come in," she points out drily, shaking her head toward Damia on her
way to fetch wine from the secret bottom cupboard. "Anybody need a
drink..?"
Damia shakes her head, still sipping her klah.
T'lendel nods. Aife will see him drunk yet, the way she is. "That
would be quite nice, Aife, if you'd be so kind..." He'll just let the
first part slip.
R'sli sighs, suddenly, and he's slipping back into that dreamland that
T'lendel found him in, only this time, he has the sturdy bronzerider
to lean against. He doesn't ask, mind you. Ty is handy and warm, and
before anyone knows it, the greenrider is asleep.
R'sli *sighs, and has to go, so poses out. Thanks for the RP!
Aife *aws...see you then!
OOC: Damia aws too, and wavies
T'lendel *pouts? Bye-bye, R'sli
From afar, R'sli snatches you Friday before you leave, if that's
possible, if not, we'll wing it. :P We've done well so far. Aife
and Damia can add to the gossip. :) G'night! I loved the RP!
You paged R'sli with: From afar, T'lendel nods. Thank /you/. It was
delicious. :P
R'sli falls asleep.
R'sli has disconnected.
T'lendel doesn't notice, for a moment. But then, it is hard /not/ to
notice a sudden increase in pressure against one's side. Bronzerider
turns his head to ask R'sli just *what* he is doing and promptly
realizes what has happened. He looks up at Damia, then Aife, with an
expression of mixed chagrin and embarassment. Now what?
Aife chuckles, winking cheerfully at T'lendel as she slips into the
chair on the opposite side. "Here. Looks like you'll be up a while."
Wine is poured and slid within reach, as the Harper curls in a
comfortable little Aife-ball in her own oversized chair. "Can't say
that I blame him, really. Looks comfortable."
Damia glances down at R'sli, then back up at T'lendel. She thinks
'interesting...', but keeps her comments to herself. She hears
something faint coming from the kitchen, appears to remember
something, and rushes back in...well, as fast as someone with a limp
can rush...
Damia heads north into the redolent depths of the kitchens.
Damia comes out of the kitchens, the smell of fresh baking following
just behind.
Kali comes out of the kitchens, the smell of fresh baking following
just behind.
Damia grins a little sheepishly, "Sorry, had to get the little monster
'for she wakes everyone up.
Color creeps into T'lendel's face once more at Aife's comment, or
rather, each of Aife's comments, but the bronzerider says nothing.
Rather, he reaches for the wine glass and takes a slow sip, feeling
much like a herdbeast caught in a dragon's sight. Gaze fastens on
Damia and Kali as he smiles, "And just who is this 'little monster'?"
Kali
Prominent, but understated cheekbones are splashed with opposeing
colors, red-orange on e left and black on the righ, giving the kitten
a split mask appearance. POinted black ears are accented by round,
golden eyes that hold an attentive, mischeivious, yet sweet expression
in their sparkling orbs. Crips white streaks down her nose and over
her chin, to spread out on her belly, broken only by a cape of black
and reds that drape over her back. Not a single white hair is found
within the color or the black that sweeps over her tail and ends in a
tip of red-orange.
She is 6 months and 4 days old.
Damia grins, "This is Kali...just got her and already she's gotten /me/
into trouble..."
T'lendel chuckles, "That so?" He plays with his wine glass, not paying
much attention to what he's doing. "She certainly looks cute."
Damia grins, then blushes slightly, "Thank you...I thought so." she
strokes the cat sitting next to her on the bench.
Aife wrinkles her nose at the kitten. "They always look cute." Kind
of like Harpers, are kittens...they look cute, but they're always
getting into trouble. Or like greenriders.
You paged Aife with: From afar, T'lendel tickles. Lol, delightful as
always.
From afar, Aife snugs. You too. :) I'm gonna scoot soon though, very
sleepy.
Altair blinks in from ::between::!
Damia looks up as the blue comes in, "What the?" she asks, recognizing
the blue, but not remembering from where. She thinks for a moment,
then a thought enters her mind, 'Zara!'. She grins up at Altair,
"Heya...checkin' are we? Well I'm off of it, see?" she motions to
herself, sitting. "So you've nothin' to check for..." she mutters,
"The little spy!"
T'lendel frowns his puzzlement, looking from Damia to the strange
firelizard and back again. "You recognize him, I take it?"
Aife surreptitiously refills T'lendel's wineglass while the bronzerider
is occupied with flittering firelizards. She'll get the story from
him yet...just watch. "You gonna take Ris up to bed? Since I doubt
you want to sit here til he wakes up...?"
Damia grins, "He's the flit of the healer who fixed up my knee. She
said to keep off it,or she'd have to have Altair keep watch over me
all the time. And there he is!" she holds out her hand
experimentally, grinning at the firelizard.
Altair chirrups, fluttering about Damia's head. He landson her arm
without a second thought. A landing platform right here? caresses?
Food most likely? No shyness for this flitter.
T'lendel laughs at Damia, then half-chokes as he wrenches around to see
Aife more clearly. Good thing he wasn't sipping his wine then.
Scarlet infuses the man's cheeks, like just any average adolescent, as
he slowly realizes that he misunderstood. So he hopes. "Ah..."
Damia blushes at the /other/ conversation, so concentrates on the flit.
"Here now, I'm going to get up, go into the kitchen, and get some
meatrolls for you, is that okay? Don't you scold me for getting up
now..." She gets up, limping off with Kali close at her heels.
Damia heads north into the redolent depths of the kitchens, Kali just behind her.
And Aife, all innocence, manages to keep from laughing out loud into
her wine. "I'm not sure whether that's aye or nay," she admits,
shaking her head slightly. Maybe that's just so the hair in her face
will hide the sparkles of laughter. "You're making me dreadfully
curious now, 'Lendel..."
Damia comes out of the kitchens, Kali with her, the smell of fresh baking following
just behind.
Damia limps back out with a bowl of raw meat...not meatrolls at all.
Altair eyes the meat, facets whirling slightly faster. He lands on the
edge of the bowl, starting to dig in.
T'lendel just continues to look rather startled, much as he'd like to
regain composure. "Aife, now you know perfectly well that there's
not.. that we're not... Aife!" He tries to scowl, but remains
flustered, "Don't you /dare/ laugh, Aife."
Damia shoos him off the bowl, "I don't think so, greedyguts. And
that's why she calls you that you know..." She holds out her arm again
for him to rest on, taking a piece of meat, ready to feed him.
Altair chitters indignantly, but hops to Damia's arm. He takes one look
at the other humanpets, decides they aren't talking about him, or
anything related to him, so it must not be imortant. He opens his
mouth to be fed.
Damia manages to hide a flush and a smile, popping the piece of food
into Altair's open and ready mouth. She continues to feed him, one
piece at a time.
"They're all like that," Aife shrugs toward Damia, though the members
of her own brightly-hued fair seem more intent on clinging and
sleeping than on finding food. "I'd tell you there's food for 'em in
the kitchen, but you know and you've found it." Stormcloud gaze
returns to T'lendel, sparkling like droplets of dew. "Oh, I wouldn't
laugh...not as confused and helpless as you look...."
Kali hops to the table top, cocking a head at T'lendel. She mews
questoiningly, like "mew?". She wants to help, but doesn't really want
to have to work for it. She hops down beside him, brushing up against
him.
Damia doesn't notice Kali, intent on keeping the blue from scolding her
for not going fast enough.
And all this time, R'sli slumbers on, even as T'lendel nearly forgets,
now and then, that he's there -- bronzerider having gotten used to the
feel of another warm body. At last, though, T'lendel manages to calm
down, "It's not even a thing, anyway, but that he fell asleep." And
*that* reminds the man to make sure greenrider is still asleep, which
he does. Sigh. Gaze averting to Kali instead, he smiles and gently
detaches himself from R'sli, setting the other man carefully against
the hearth after a prolonged moment of separation, as greenrider
seemed to have snuggled closer in his sleep. He then leans over,
dangling one hand in front of the feline. "Hey, Kali..."
And Aife's amusement for the night is complete. Or if not that, then
at least she's found some other distraction worthy of her time. A
yawn breaks through attempted laughter as she slides out of the chair.
"I'm gonna try sleeping again. G'night you two."
Being the kitten she is, Kali bats at the hand with one paw, claws
sheathed. She reaches out hesitantly at first, then with one
lightning fast motion, *bat*!
OOC: Aife is falling asleep at her keyboard, and will soon have little
keyboard-type indents in her head if she doesn't scoot. Thanks for
the RP!!
Damia grins, "'night and good luck!"
Aife goes home.
Altair, seemingly sated, launches off Damia's arm, doing a lazy circle
upward, appearing to look for a ledge to fall asleep on. Suddenly, as
if he were jerked by a leash, he becomes more alert, spiraling less
lazily. He gives one cheep, then blinks out.
Altair suddenly disappears ::between::!
T'lendel chuckles, wiggling his fingers and watching the kitten as if
she were all the amusement on Pern. Without looking up, he queries,
"Did you have to go over to herderhall to get her?"
Damia blinks and grins as the blue dissapears. She looks where he just
was for a moment, before diverting her gaze to T'lendel. She grins
and says, "Yup...I was out and about for Nadesda, even all the way
over at Ista Weyr, so we made a stop at Keroon. Why d'you ask?"
Kali bats at the wiggling fingers, intense concentration showing on her
face. She continues her activity because afterall, she's got one human
intent on her, lovely her, doesn't she?
Looking up finally, bronzerider shrugs, "No particular reason. Do you
travel much?" He continues to wiggle his fingers, closer and closer,
in a round-about attempt to pet Kali. Mention of Nadesda is noted,
and Ty's attention refocuses mainly to Damia.
Damia shrugs, "I travel more now...especially since I can get rides."
she grins, "'desda keeps me pretty busy with deliveries and special
pickups and all that good stuff."
Kali continues to bat at his fingers, but, seeing them slow down as his
attention moves elsewhere, she mews for attention again. Hey! Look at
me! I'm the one you want, everyone wants to play with me!
"Oh?" Smile forms on T'lendel's lips, "I hadn't really thought much
about that aspect of cooking." He looks faintly sheepish, "Anytime I
dabbled in the kitchens, there were supplies, and I never thought
about it." Worse that he's actually one of those riders who could be
helping with transport duties.
T'lendel glances back down at Kali, fingers moving forward quickly to
stroke the back of young feline's head in one deft motion, "Shh now,
we know you're here."
Damia shrugs, "Well, one tends not to think about what they don't see
about a craft. Like, I'm sure there is /much/ more to dragonriding
then most folks think. Besides, I like seeing pern, especially from a
dragonback." She notes the playing of Kali, and decides to keep an eye
on her.
Kali purrs, I like it like that! See? That wasn't so hard to pay
attention...doesn't cost anything, you know.
T'lendel nods, drily replying that he rather enjoys the view himself.
But a smile is offered to keep it from sounding rude.
OOC: T'lendel is going to follow suit and run along pretty soon.
sleepy -- it's pretty late for those of us living on MOO time.
A yawn escapes Damia's lips and she grimaces. "I'm terribly sorry, but
I think I'll have to try to turn in once again. I have a lot of work
to do tomorrow, and it's late. Thank you for...ah, paying attention
to Kali, not many people notice her."
OOC: Damia is too...
Damia grins as she gets up, limps over, retrieves Kali and heads on
into the kitchens, "'night T'lendel, nice talking with you and good
luck sleeping!"
OOC: Damia says "'night and thanks for the rp."
T'lendel nods, smiling, "She's a lovely kitten, and it was good to talk
with you." He grins, "Goodnight."
Now for what to do with that sleeping greenrider. Hrm.
Damia heads north into the redolent depths of the kitchens, Kali at her heels.