6/17/2003
01:37
AM
Logfile
from Kibai.
Like any other typical entrance into the
cavern, Kibai has to follow with the conventional and simply walk in. No
tripping, no entering backwards or with a cartwheel or in a bunny suit or
anything like that. Really now, just imagine the damage that would do to his
reputation.... Uhm, what reputation? Anyway, back on subject, in he comes,
hands tucked into the pockets of his trous and apparently not doing a single
thing. Ah, idleness. Gaze sweeps the caverns for any hapless victi- er, people
to talk to, and naturally his gaze alights upon the slumbering teenager. And
so, he smiles faintly and approaches Lauria, coughing once and
none-too-quietly.
Lauria's
lids open only slits, revealing the dark abyss of eye beneath.
"Wha...?" She mumbles, as a sudden cold sweat flies down her back--
exactly where is she? Not in her bed, and not in the nursery, that's for sure.
With more than the effort it ought to require her, she lifts her head. Lead
weight. And immediately brings a hand to wipe a bit of a spit string from her
face to the table. That's attractive. "Who..?"
Kibai
has moments like that some times. You know, after having a little too much
alcohol but he isn't about to admit that right now. "Oh, excuse me... did
I wake you?" He doesn't exactly sound all that penitent, but there is
definitely a touch of reproach in his voice for her. "Yes, you have a
little..." His own hand brushes at the corner of his mouth. "Oh good,
you've got it. Have a nice nap?"
Lauria still
has a hand wiping at her mouth before recognition seeps its way into her mind.
"A little? Oh-- A little--" Eh-heh. Reluctant to even drop her hand
(there's a nice red mark on her cheek where the table was touching), she just
attempts to look as though she's situating herself, resting chin (and covering
up red mark) in her hand and elbow on table. "I must've slept for an
hour." This is after she's used those dark eyes to peer into the
crustiness that is her klah.
Kibai
The
slightly tousled brush of this teen's hair tickles at the nape of his neck just
as the dark fringe cascades in a mad rush over his forehead to oft overshadow
perceptive gaze. Light plays havoc along his ebony locks, often shining to
sloe-black at the least provocation. Irises of a glacial blue-green are set in
almond-shaped eyes and framed with lashes just as dark as his hair. His
youthful features are finely angled, the lines drawn with the same subtle touch
that grants his skin its dusky cast. With his nearly aesthetic features and
despite the almost gaunt appearance, a lithe grace characterizes this youth's
slightly less than average height as the low swell of toned muscles leave his
wiry form distinctly svelte.
Draping
from his slim shoulders, a shirt of an almost frail weave in a pale olive
descends to fall along his thighs, drawn close to his body with a leather-woven
belt that loosely hangs from his hips. Loose sleeves are oft rolled up and
pushed beyond his elbows, hiding the green ivy embroidery about the cuffs, but
the fine work is still visible about the shirt's V-neckline. Trous of dark
sienna, made of a sturdier stuff, loosely envelope his legs until they drop in
a wrinkle of fabric upon a pair of well-worn boots that have clearly seen quite
a bit of distance. A green firelizard
is perched on his shoulder.
Kibai
wears the knot of a High Reaches Weyrfolk.
He is a
teenager of about 17. He is awake and looks alert.
Kibai
peers down at Lauria. Yes, peers. Because what she is doing demands peering. A
faint grin draws at his lips before he is nodding, "And without a single
'brat trying to play on you. Lucky girl." He flashes her a wink before
moving off, on the hunt for something, preferably wet and sweet. You know,
fruit juice. "Long day? Long night?"
Lauria
is still attempting to hide that red mark, and doesn't move to look up as Kibai
goes to retrieve that fructosey liquid. "Long day," she mutters,
"plus the succession of long days for a long time." She blows upward
into strands of hair hanging about her face, warding them off. "No brats
hanging on me, not right now, and not for the rest of the day- Faranth willing.
I have assistant-y things to do. That have to do with nannying, but with none
of the Nanny Fun." No Nanny Fun.
Kibai
chuckles faintly. He moves over to take up a chair, spinning it about upon one
leg and then pushing it closer to Lauria. He straddles it, looking back over to
the young woman, "Sounds wonderful." Okay, so there is a touch of
sarcasm in there. "Free now, then?"
Lauria
finally feels ready to remove that hand from her face, though the red mark is
still there (however, she can't feel it). The hand reaches for the empty klah
mug, and she leans back in her chair. "Actually..." Since when did
she say she was -free-? "I was supposed to be looking at-- looking at
this," her left hand, the free hand, points an index finger to the hide.
"This roster. And I was looking at
the roster until I fell asleep..."
Leolin
walks in from the Central Bowl.
Seabert
arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Kibai
looks across to her, blinking blandly, and looking not all that impressed.
"And have you looked at it? I would imagine that looking at a roster
wouldn't take all that much effort. Or am I wrong in thinking that?"
Somehow, he manages to keep a straight face. Must - not - grin.
Rondalo
walks in from the Central Bowl.
Lauria
pauses in her thoughts, smirks, flicks at the roster. "I... looked at it.
It has names." Just what sort of names, she might not know. "The
nanny said it was the new kids coming to the Weyr this sevenday. I'm supposed
to pick one out to show around for two days at a time. I'm looking forward to
it." Now -that- is bland. She slumps slightly. "Really. You'd think
they wouldn't do this to me, I just spent two days with a four turn old on my
own. But I suppose this is some sort of training, or something." She sighs
into her slump again. "How're you faring?"
Leolin
walks into the caverns looking either very tired and worn out or just real
depressed. With a sigh he flops into a chair, only after he gets his hot water.
Doesn't seem like a good day for the young guard.
Tye
prowls with caution in from the Central Bowl.
Leolin
walks into the caverns looking either very tired and worn out or just real
depressed. With a sigh he flops into a chair, only after he gets his hot water.
Doesn't seem like a good day for the young guard. (reposes for Tye)
Seabert
wanders in lazily from the inner caverns of the weyr, tiny fists rubbing sleep
out of his eyes as he settles himself comfortably in one of the chairs by the
hearth. Grabbing a mug of klah he sips slowly, watching the others in the room,
eyes weighted down and blinking heavily.
"Egads
what a day." Tye announces the moment her foot touches the inside of the
caverns. "Thought those bleedin' drills would never end." She scowls
to herself as she makes herself through the busy caverns. No food is grabbed
this time as the bluerider makes her way over towards a table, though a wine
skin and a few glasses are. Never know who might also need a drink. Leolin is
spotted right away, and Tye makes her way to his table, sitting opposite to
him. "You look pretty dead tired there, Leo. Rough day?"
Hiding
among the shadows, Rondalo sneaks into the caverns on his way to the kitchens
for a snack or two. Noticing the crowd of people, he lets out a mischievous
grin. Fun time! Sneak sneak... they can't see him!
Leolin
hrms softly and looks up from his untouched water. "A bit. I'm not real
tired just down. One of them things I guess." He rolls it off his shoulder
and hten finally takes a drink of his water. If Tye only knew how many people
have harassed him about Dira today...he could scream.
Kibai
smiles faintly at Lauria's explanation, nodding his head slightly, "And
have you picked one? I'd imagine they would all be about the same on that hide.
You know, as simply... names." He finally allows something of a smile play
upon his features, and then he shrugs, "Not all that much. Boring,
eh?"
Tye
being one of those people. "Ah, c'mon now Leolin. Cheer up a little bit.
Anything I can do for you to make you smile once or twice? I swear, you look
more down then Valedath after he loses a flight. And that's a sad sight."
An annoyed budgle can be heard from outside in the bowl, Tye only chuckling in
response. Wine is remembered and poured into her cup, this starting to look
like a repeat of a few days ago. However, the bluerider only sips at it, while
watching movement from the corner of her eye.
Leolin
shrugs slightly and stares at the water. "I think I just got to put it
behind me again. The past isn't something I can control." Nor is the
future really but what is he to do? "People have just been on my case alot
today." He takes a long drink of his hot water, ignoring the burning
feeling of it going down.
"Oh
shards," Lauria's eyes widen briefly at the entrance of two 'brats, and
she attempts to slide down in her chair, eye-level with the tabletop.
"Hide me..." she mutters. "Not much? Well, lucky you. I wish I
was bored. And I often as not pick the girls," she relays, "and you
can usually tell by the roster." Usually. Mmmhmm. Dark eyes are flickering
from Seabert to Rondalo and back again, watching them as a mouse does a cat.
Large
innocent eyes continues to watch the crowds of people as he notices Lauria watching
him carefully. Rondalo's good. Really! All he's here to do is to get some
food... Mmm... he watches people around him drinking and eating as his stomache
grumbles. Okay... time to get a bite.
Seabert
catches sight of Rondalo, giving a slight wink to encourage whatever mischief
he might be up to. Yawning broadly he curls back up into a ball in his chair.
Flickering eyes examining Rondalo's every move while careful ears pick up all
the conversation surrounding him. Good gossip can always be a good bargaining
tool with his mother later on, she can never pass up a bit of juicy news.
Hide
what? Kibi blinks for a moment, turning around in his seat to look after
whatever 'brats might have caused the young woman to slump quite charmingly in
her seat. Again, managing to keep a straight face, he does his best to try to
scoot over and block their line of sight from Lauria. Of course, it is pretty
much well a lost cause as his lips tickle with a grin, glancing over to the
various newcomers with a greeting grin.
"Aye,
ya got that right. The past is just that, the past. No need worrying about it
now." That being Tye's theory of the day. "S'all about what's going
to happen tomorrow, not what happened yesterday. So try to cheer up a little
bit, will ya? Just tell all those people on your back off." Regardless
that Tye was one of them just this morning.
Leolin
smiles slightly at Tye and nods. "It's a bit harder then you just made it
sound but...." long pause. "I'm working on it." His smile grows
a bit as he watches Tye and then he shrugs again, not really sure what else to
do at this point. "So anything else interesting happened in the springs or
today with you?"
"So
then," Lauria mutters with attempt to make herself look inconspicuous
(which of course is just so feasible with a man sitting in front of her, her
half-slumped) "You wanna hand me my roster while I'm down here? And quit
laughing like that, they're gonna catch on." What is she hiding from?
"I'm not in the mood for anyone climbing over me right now."
Weyrbrats. She leans to the side, briefly, keeping Rondalo in view. "And
that one in the big shirt looks like he's up to something."
Rondalo
whistles quietly, hands behind his back, looking like the most perfect little
weyrbrat ever. Lahlahlah. Step forward. And with a quick dash when no one's
watching, he escapes to the kitchen to the place where food is endless.
Kibai
blinks up at the philosophy being bantered about the cavern. His smile twists
as he adds lightly, "Learn from your past and look forward to the
future... there is something in that." But his attention is shifting back
down to Lauria, grin as lupine as ever. "Well, there goes my plans for the
evening. Here I was going to ask if I could climb all over you." He sounds
serious, but there is quite the mischievous twinkle to his eye. He leans over
though to pluck the roster from the table and offer it to her.
Seabert
shifts and turns in his chair trying to find a comfortable postion to nap in.
However, with all the comotion he rises and heads straight towards the couple
sitting on the couch conversing quietly. "'Ey there," he nods to them
with a sly grin, "whatcha all looking at.
Tye
smiles a little, nodding at the guard. "Just take each day one step at a
time. S'all come together someday." Since that's just the way life works.
"Eh, not really. Talked with that Jycarl boy a little. Nothing really
exciting happened. Though that is one cute kid. Got a good head on his
shoulders. Other then that, I had to do the normal drills. Nothing fantastic
happened there either." Tye leans back on her chair, tipping it just so
she was standing on only two legs.
Lauria
snorts, audibly, Kibai's answer having seemingly come out of the blue. She
shakes her head (her dark hair knotting up around the back of the chair) and
plucks the roster from Kibai's hands. "Well, I apologize if I ruined your
evening," she finally adds, a smile set on her lips. "What're you
talking about with the past?" You see, she's not paying attention to the
room's audible speeches at large. She's watching that young one and "Hey--
the little guy just ran into the kitchens. I don't think he's allowed in
there..."
Rondalo
came back, striding steadily from the kitchens, crumbs covering his face and a
small smile tugging at his lips. "Boy that was some mighty good
food," he couldn't help saying, "Nice cooks." Oopsies... he
wasn't supposed to say /that/ aloud! Ahem. "I mean, mighty nice kitchen.
Clean."
Leolin
nods slightly and leans back himself a bit. "Sounds....exciting.." He
teases a bit before he shrugs. "I was wondering about the two guys in
there. Seemed like there was a bit more going on then met they eye. I could be
wrong." His eyebrows lift and he makes a strange face as he thinks. After
a moment he just shrugs it off and takes a drink of his hot water. "I do
apologize for sorta storming off like I did. Had to get away I guess." He
tends to have his moments like that.
Kibai
is going to simply drop he facade as pointless, instead grinning rather
pointedly down at Lauria as he rests his forearms upon the back of his chair,
rest his head upon them, and peer though the dark fringe of his hair. "Oh,
no need to apologize. I'm sure I'll just find someone else to do that with.
More is the pity though." He'll also flash her a teasing wink, before
gesturing with a wave of his hand towards Tye, "Just idle comments about a
fragment of conversation that floated it's way over here. Maybe, if you weren't
hunched down so, you might actually be able to eavesdrop better to hear
it."
Tye
flicks her hand, "No problem, I do the same thing. Always get huffy and
then bound off. Better then having to comfront someone." She reaches a
hand out and plucks her cup up, swirling the liquid around before downing some
of it. Leaning her head back, Lauria is spotted, "Oh, we are just talking
'bout how you can't change the past and what not." The chair then falls
foreward, forcing Tye into the table. "Shells, that bleedin' hurt."
She grumbles, rubbing her ribs where she had hit. "And I don't think Jycarl
is like that, Leolin. He was talking to me about girls and all. So...
yeah."
"And
he's come back with something too," Laur mutters to herself, watching the
child sneak back from the kitchens. And she also catches the teasing wink from
Kibai, probably misinterpretting it because of the slight color to her bland
cheeks-- before she turns towards Tye-ignoring *whatever else it was* that
Kibai happened to say. "Bleedin' hurt?" She mutters. "Excuse me,
'rider, where are you from?" Though that might seem a bit prying,
something seemed to her close to home.
Leolin
snickers softly and shrugs. "I don't know. I just heard something about
teasing and I tuned out after that." They were wrapped up in a different
coversation after that. The rest of his hot water is drained and the cup is set
on the table and stared at.
Tye
turns her body this time, instead of leaning back, to look over at Lauria.
"Where am I from? Kinda hard to say, was a trader before I got fostered to
family here at 'Reaches. Why do you ask?" She tilts her head in question,
though does break her staring eyes for a moment to look back at Leolin.
"No, no. Don't know about that Llew-boy, but I'm pretty sure Jycarl likes
the ladies. Though.. I could be wrong. I'm not exactly the best to come to when
it comes to kind of relationship.. things. By the way, you want some wine? Got
half a skin here, so help your self."
Kibai
briefly takes this moment to squint after Tye, peer a little harder, and then
glance away. The teenager reaches for his drink, curling fingers about the cool
cup. "Why don't you go punish the kid or something. Might make you feel
vindicated." And then he is ignored. Okay, this will definitely provoke a
grin.
Leolin
looks at the skin for a few moments before he shakes his head. "I don't
want to take the chance of having anouther night like the last time I drank
wine. It's still haunting me. Can't seem to control my mouth when it goes to my
head." Or anything else from that matter if people listen to the drudges
gossip around here.
Lauria
frowns, suddenly. "Well," she begins, "--well, though it's
changed a bit, I used to have an accent... It was regional, I think. But it was
sort of a curse, 'bloody this' or 'bloody that'. I quit when people thought
that things I referenced really were... bloody. You used 'bleedin', and I was
just wondering if you hailed from where I did." And now that she's said
that, she can scrunch up in her chair again. "No," she informs Kibai
in a mutter. "No, I'm off duty, I'm ignoring him, I have nothing to do
with him..." Is she talking to Kibai or is she trying to persuade herself?
More than likely it's the latter.
Tye
smirks at Leolin, "That's the truth. You have some quite nice pick-up
lines, by the way." Eyes glitter with extreme amusement as the bluerider
slowly looks away. "Still, one cup can't hurt you." Kibai, the poor
lad, is just now finally noticed, the bluerider giving a small wave to him
before nodding to Lauria. "I see. Well, my families trading caravan was
located around Keroon, if that's any help. And we kinda just.. well.. traveled
for lack of a better word around the more northern holds."
"Llew
has nothing against kissing a person of the same sex," Kibai just sort of
adds into the conversation, muttering it with something of a sly grin.
Blue-irised eyes flicker back up and away from Lauria at her words, chuckling
under his breath, "You are off duty, but not free? Done /looking/
yet." At the roster, that is. The wave from Tye is responded to with a
twiddle-fingered one from him. Oh, and a grin. Can't forget the grin.
Leolin
smirks at Tye and shakes his head. "I don't want to touch it. I may end in
bed with somebody by the end of the night." Kibai is heard about Llew and
an eyebrow lifts. With a soft sigh and a shrug he turns his attention away,
shuddering at what most likely is the thoughts popping into view.
Lauria
grunts at the roster-- which hasn't even been scanned yet-- and frustratingly
tosses it on the table. "I'm free," she offers, "Yes I'm off
duty, but even for you, it can't mean that you're not done doing -work-. Who's
Llew?" Did she miss something here? "And-- and my family is from
around Benden. If you know Wyn? Her father? My father." There's a
connection there.
"Really
now?" Tye peers back over by Kibai, head tilted. "Never would have
known that." She only shrugs now, not seeing anything wrong with that,
though a small smile does erupt on her face. "Maybe that'll do ya good,
Leolin!" The bluerider states, winking at the guard, before clearing her
throat and nodding to Lauria. "You're another one of Wyn's sister?
Shells.. how many family members does she have?" Tye shakes her head,
"Benden, you say? Well, we went there, but didn't lived there." Wine
cup is drained now and placed back on the table, this time upside down.
Leolin
lifts an eyebrow at Tye and shakes his head. "If I wanted to get laid I
could do it without wine." Is commented dryly as he gives Tye a bit of a
blank stare. But the wine is eyed a bit again and he shakes his head. "I
don't need Tekin down my troat for getting drunk two times." His hand runs
threw his hair and Lauria is examined carefully, only because he knows Wyn.
He did
it all for an eyebrow-lift. Kibai flickers a glance sidelong to Leolin at the
other's reaction, smiles rather softly at the other, and then finally looks
away. Snickering at Lauria's tossing of the roster, he reaches a hand out to
stop it from sliding over the rest of the table and to the floor. "Free?
Oh good. I can be done, for you that is." Yes, followed by yet one more
wink. He is good at that winking thing. "He's a stablehand. Gave me the
sweetest peck on the cheek." And a not over to Tye in affirmation.
Lauria
flushes cheeks again at Kibai's wink--and attempts to hide it by turning
towards Tye. "About twenty, last count. It's really just our father's
fault," she chuckles, "My mother didn't much see him after I was born
anyway. The only reason I know about her is because I did a little research
before I decided to move here." Leolin's eyeing is noticed, though ignored,
and Kibai's remark-- Kibai's remark is given wide eyes. "I don't think
I'll ever get used to that... And I also believe I may look out for a-- what
was his name again? Next time I go into the stables with the weyrbrats."
Tye
chokes back some laughter as she slowly rises to her feet. "Shells, you
sure do know how to be blunt, Leolin. Think that's one reason why I'm so fond
of you. Say it how it is." The 'rider pushes in her chair and turns to
everyone. "Twenty? Faranth, that's.. a lot." Tye makes her way
towards the exit, turning and giving a quick wave. "Nice talking to you
all, but I need a long soak in the lake." That said, the bluerider
disappears into the bowl.
Tye
exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.
Leolin
shrugs off the comment about him being blut, "What can I say.." He
smiles softly at Tye before she leaves before looking back at his empty mug.
"I best be off too. Before Tekin has my head again." Getting up he
yawns softly and takes his long agile strides out of the cavern, only putting
up a hand as a good-bye to those left in the caverns.
Kibai
chuckles under his breath, glancing back over to Leolin with a broad grin,
"Now that is definitely a young man with a clear sense of
self-worth." No, there isn't any mocking in his tone, but actually a touch
of admiration there. He looks back over to Lauria, smiling faintly at her wink,
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that. He is fine." He looks after Tye as
she leaves, and then nods to Leolin as he heads off as well. "Bye."
Leolin
exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.
Lauria
grunts softly at Kibai's admiration of Leolin. "Or ego," she mutters.
"You wouldn't worry? Are there any more details about this man I should
know?" Because whether or not he says she wouldn't worry, she's going to
worry. "And goodbye," she adds absently after the rider and guard,
though doesn't seem quite so interested in them as she was originally.
"Anyway, Kibai, why in the -world-
would you care whether or not I'm on duty? Because I really ought to be
looking at that roster..." Not that she hasn't had about ten tries before.
Kibai
just manages to stifle a snicker at the 'ego' addition, glancing over to Lauria
with a faint grin. "I honestly don't know him all that well, Lauria. He is
really fine." And he seems to mean it. "Because... before we were
suddenly interrupted, I was planning on trying to make your sleepy existence a
little more... well, worthwhile to be awake. /That/ was why I asked if you were
free. If not, I would have been rather corrupting and told you to just play
hooky, but you never heard the assistant to the steward say that."
Lauria
blinks suddenly, and sits up, noticing the lack of weyrbrats-- they must've
scurried away while she wasn't looking, eh? "He's fine? So really you
don't know at all, and-- and I don't really take the weyrbrats in the stables,
anyway, because I really was just joking-- but now I'll probably be avoiding
the stables, myself." She crosses her arms. "Worthwhile? Neh. There's
not much you can do for me, unfortunately. The only thing I like to do is write
and watch weyrbrats, and at the moment, I'm not watching weyrbrats for the life
of me. The only thing left is to write. Not much you can do to pep that up. And
if I played hooky, they'd probably notice after about-- say-- five minutes of
watchless kids writing on the Weyr walls."
Kibai
shifts a little in his seat as Lauria is sitting up, watching her curiously.
"Now, I'm sure stables are very educational, somehow...." That is if
you can get around all of the kids whining about the smell of livestock.
"No? Now that sounds like a challenge." And Kibi is always up for a
good challenge -well, that is if it interests him. He moves as if to stand,
extending a hand to her. "Lets go."
"Well,
I was thinking," Lauria continues, not giving much of a pause between
Kibai's remark and hers. "The stables could be a good place for the little
ones to go, the 3's and 4's, so they can learn about what animal makes what
noise, and once they reach 7 or 8, they could take a ride on some of the
smaller runnerbeasts and--" She takes the offered hand, if only to be
polite. "Where're we going, then?
And it is quite a challenge, seeing as how I can't even think of a way
to make writing any more fun sitting in a corner thinking up stuff." She's
rather verbose, at the moment.
Kibai
levels her a glance. "We aren't going off to write. Although maybe later
you could write about it if you are so inclined?" He does enough of that
during the day. Sure, it is messages and accounts, but that's close enough to
being the same thing, right? Okay, maybe not. Yes, he is going to try to lead
her towards the cavern open, the direction to the bowl.
Lauria
is reluctant to follow, though why is a mystery. She's been out in the bowl
enough times. Following Kibai, it almost seems as though-- with eyes as wide as
she has them-- she's expecting something to jump out at her. Because though not
particularly pleasant, that would certainly give her something to write about.
"Careful where you go, I don't want weyrbrats to catch sight of me and
recognize me or something. You don't happen to have a hat or something I could
wear to make me look unrecognizable?"
Kibai
bites his lips to try not chuckle too much. He hesitates though, turning to
look more fully at the fellow teenager. "No, sorry. I'm all out of hats.
Maybe we could..." His gaze shifts over the air, scanning the tables until
he notices one with what isn't exactly a hat on it. No. Looks like what could
be a rider's Fall goggles with the strap looped about a chair. The guy releases
her goes to retrieve it and offer it to her. "This will hide your face
some?" Evil grin ensues.
Lauria
gives the goggles a wry look, scanning the living caverns for -- something
else? "A resident wearing goggles-- and only goggles-- in the middle of a
bowl. Oh, that's really going to draw attention away from me." She plucks
them out of Kibai's hands. "And don't you think the rider will notice
these gone?" But, with what dignity she still has bottled inside of her,
she slides them around her head. "Erf. Tight fit." But she doesn't
slide them over her eyes, merely pushes her hair back and keeps them on her
forehead. "They might not want to come near me with these on anyway, some
of them are still frightened of big dragons."
Kibai
watches Lauria for an amused moment. He then reaches over to try to give them a
little adjustment atop her head as well to straighten out things. "Well,
it's something. Either that or you can try to hide your face against my neck,
and I doubt you would be able to walk across the bowl all that well."
Besides other reasons. He gives her a soft smile, reaches to try to take her
hand once more, and lead her outside.
Lauria
does not want to move.
Beach
Ancient
dunes have been flattened by the endless parade of people and dragons that
tramp northwest across the bowl, leaving a mere skiff of sand here along lake's
beaten edge. Footprints litter the
curve of beach, some left turns ago and caught frozen in the heavy clay earth
near the water's edge. As the sun sets,
shadows invade, creeping like fingers across the gently sloping ground and
darkening the distant ledges on the far side of the lake. A somewhat lumpy
mound of sand almost goes unnoticed here.
To the
north, dust rises from the redolent pens while the flattened disc of the main
bowl is just a step to the northwest.
It is a summer afternoon.
To the
north, you see a blue dragon.
To the
northwest, you see four dragons and one person.
Darting
here and there are fourteen firelizards.
Bronze
Oirfeath, green Fiareth, brown Druseth, and blue Sakuruth are here.
You see
Shadow, Jay, Acid, Beach Bonfire, and Matty here.
Obvious
exits:
Stables Feeding Pens Central Bowl Lake
Lauria
walks in from the Central Bowl.
Kibai
leads Lauria across the expanse of the bowl, flickering a glance to her and
offering up some idle banter about how pleasant the weather this afternoon
seems and hopefully the weather will hold. All the while, he is drawing her
ever closer towards that inevitable glimmer of the lake.
Lauria
follows, not quite understanding the banter about the weather through the
straps that cover her ears, but nodding an "Mmhmm," to every remark.
The goggles wobble as she walks, slipping around on her hair and threatening to
fall off backwards-- if she didn't keep adjusting them with a hand. No
weyrbrats recognize her, no, but she's concerned so much with her goggles that
she doesn't even notice where they're headed.
Kibai
stands upon the embankment before the waters of the lake, shooting a glance
askance to Lauria with a faint smile. He glances behind them, makes sure that
the coast is clear, and looks as though he is about to try to reach over and
tug those goggles from her. "You can swim, right?"
Lauria
tugs the goggles off herself, the bulky things having also given her tunnel
vision-- she can't quite see the hand from Kibai that reaches to take them off.
No matter, though-- but it is a matter of where to put them. "Yes, I can
swim-- it's sort of a requirement to watch a child, especially around water.
And there is no doubt in my mind that my days would take twice as long as they
do now if we couldn't lead the 'brats to water on the warmer days." She
pauses, briefly, "Is it swimming -now-, you're thinking?" She's still
got the goggles in her hands. "... and where should I put these..."
"Well,
generally goggles are placed over the eyes, but it is up to you if you think
you want to wear them in the water. Otherwise, I'd suggest you just put those
with your clothes before you get in?" Kibai suggests, a hint of humor to
his tone. He continues on down the slope, leaving Lauria to ponder goggles or
not. "Coming? Or do you plan on writing about ocular accessories?"
Lauria
settles for 'behind her', as she tosses the bulky goggles on the sand. "I
don't write nonfiction," she notes to Kibai, but, reluctant to actually
get in the water-- she slides her shoes off by the heel of each and pokes her
toes in the water. "It's awful cold, isn't it? I don't usually swim when
it's this awful cold... Though I must say, the brats don't seem to mind at
all."
Kibai
stops in the middle of the motion of tugging off his shirt. Now, he will just
stare at the young woman with something close to disbelief with maybe a dash of
exasperation. Shirt is tugged back down. "Are you kidding me? Alas...I
haven't an easy means to take you to Boll. If I did, I would, but I don't. I
could just throw you in, then you would get used to the cold very quickly?
Afterwards, I'd be happy to warm you up again." Oh, the smile.
Lauria
continues to tap at the top of the water with her toe, reluctant as ever.
"Well, seriously, it's -freezing-. I'll bet it isn't half the air
temperature out here. You sure you want to swim? And if you push me in, I'll
probably sink at the weight of this dress..." Or perhaps she's just not got a bathing suit to wear. "It's
also been a while, you know..." Stalling. Stalling.
Kibai
will now blink at her, because that is about all he can do now. "If ever I
met a woman who most needs to be thrown in the water, it is you... it is a good
thing I'm a gentleman though." Or something like that. He straightens,
hand smoothing over the front of his shirt, still peering at the woman.
"Nah,"
Lauria tiptoes through the point at the water's edge where the lake seeps into
the clay, wincing at the coldness. "You can go in, if you want. I think
I'll just stay out and watch." After this bluntness, she backs up away
from the clay and moves out of the way. For Kibai. To go into the lake alone.
Because that's just like Laur-- modesty is the best policy.
Kibai
has actually taken rather well to the ways of the Weyr, despite his holder
origin as well. But apparently Lauria's obvious sense of modesty as she demurs
causes him to shake his head slowly from side to side. "And watch? Writing
from a standpoint of watching? Now, Now, Lauria. As everyone well knows, you
can't sit back and let it just happen. Best is to be a part of it
yourself." And that is the only warning she is going to get (if you can
even count that as a warning) as the boy moves over as if to try to pick the
girl up off of the sands of the beach. Hrm, not really all that hard to figure
out what his intentions will be after that.
Lauria
seems reluctant to shake her head, though if only because she doesn't have the
courage to strip and go. She hasn't taken to the ways of the Weyr-- because she
never cared. Those who wanted to go in could, she would just get a suit
beforehand. "I can just watch, that's what painters do---ooooh!" Cue
the girlish kicking, the girlish screaming. She's not going to heed any
warnings, as she didn't recognize any warnings. "Put me down! You're gonna
throw me in in my -dress-! I'll sink!"
"Well,
if you took it off before hand *grunt* you wouldn't have had to worry about
that," Kibi answers, wincing a little as suddenly the bundle in his arms
starts to fidget, and squirm, and generally make holding her a Very Bad Idea.
Ah well. If she falls, it'll be on her pride and in the sand. But not for long
as the boy simply strides out into the water, barefoot but still wearing trous.
"Good think I know how to swim, because if you sink, I can always play the
hero and rescue you." Never mind he would be the one to dump her in
though.
"Eeeh!"
Again, Laur squeals, as Kibai walks out into the water. But now it isn't 'put
me down', it's "Don't drop me!" Arms lock around Kibai's neck, if he
doesn't pry them off, and though her feet are dangling in the cold, she's still
safe from the water. That is, unless he decides to get much deeper into the
water. In that case, Lauria is going to be attempting to get as far away from
the water as possible-- and climbing up and away on the one that carries her.
Kibai
is beginning to rethink this whole idea of putting Lauria in the water. Namely
as his mentioning before of climbing all over her, becomes her climbing all
over him. This could be a problem. "Lauria! Wait... I'll just... Stop.
I-" Oh fardles. As was inevitable, his footing on the smooth stones at the
bottom of the lake is a very precarious thing. One step to the side to try to
retain his balance only has him toppling forward and *SPLASH* Guess that took
care of them both being drenched.
Lauria
burbles, the whole fall seeming to take forever, but as she hit the water arms
immediately went out to stablize herself. "Cold!" She screams as soon
as she gains footing on the rocks and gets her head upright. "Cold! Cold!
Faranth, it's -cold-! /Kibai/. It's -cold-." No duh. "And I can't move
in this dress!" Which is true, as she waddles about in the fabric, it sits
like a dead weight on her.
Kibai
is sputtering as he comes back to the surface, dark hair plastered to his face.
Head shakes from side to side to try to clear his vision of a wet forelock and
lake water. He is immediately bursting to his feet, clothes clinging to outline
his body. "Shaffit!" Head shakes once again, taking on the curious
appearance of a canine until he spots the waddling Lauria. Alright, that sight
alone is going to cause a broad grin from the boy, but it is quickly stifled as
he fairly croons to her. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Are you alright? Here, let me
help you." Yes, the boy is actually going to offer to guide her back out
onto the beach. "Maybe we should just get that off of you."
Lauria
sputters, herself, shooting an awful glare at the smile. "Fine!" She
spits, in as good a humor as a drowned rat can manage. "Fine. It's going
to need to dry, anyway. I should've brought my water suit, though, if you
wanted me in the water so bad." She's reaching for him, to let him guide
her back, but mostly because she has little choice. She'll never get herself back to the shore in the pounds of
water-drenched fabric she has sitting on her. "Though any other time I go
swimming I always have my clothes to wear in the water."
Kibai
reaches a hand up to drag fingers back through his hair, pulling it away from
his eyes as he watches her. Careful to help the woman back out of the water, he
reaches over to try to wring some of the lake water out of her dress -that is
if she doesn't bat his hands away though. Naturally, he is chuckling the entire
time. "I bet you would be quite an amazing shade of red if you weren't so
white from the chill." He looks back to her, "Want me to help you out
of your clothes... or would you rather an escort back to the caverns so you can
take them off there." Naturally, he'd much rather the first option.
"I--uh..."
The choice exists for Laur! She wasn't aware she had a choice, or she might've
gone back in the first place. However, she's not batting away his hands-- the
more hands to let out water, the better. "I don't-- really know how well
I'm going to... get back to the caverns in this thing. Unfortunately."
However, she needs to get out of it soon-- her lips are purpling, and she's
shivering as if she were in winter. "Not that it isn't your fault I can't
get back there," she stammers, still joking through her shivers.
"Just. Help me out of it, I guess..." Against all modest proposals in
her head, she doesn't see a better option.
Kibai
smiles the smile of quite the smug teenager. Dashing the dark hair from his
eyes once more, he is reaching over to try to undo the fastenings of her
garments with agile fingers. "Your wish is my command," he murmurs.
Hrm. Don't think the goggles will be much use now in hiding who she is from the
'brats. So, instead, when she is free of the dress, he is going to try to peel
off his wet shirt and offer her that instead for modesty's sake, and from there
lead her back to the caverns -naturally with her very heavy dress in his arms.
"Water suits are over rated. See, now you have something to write about,
and please feel free to use as many
color phrases and metaphors in describing me as possible. Anything less and I
might be disappointed."