1/12/2003
11:11
PM
Logfile
from K'rill.
Central
Bowl (#876J)
Although
Ista is smaller than the other Weyrs, the bowl still stretches over 3000 feet
in length. To the north and east, you can see the jagged rock fingers towering
thousands of feet above you. On the tip of the most northern finger lay the
Star Stones, the heralds of the coming of thread. The Queens' Weyrs and the
Hatching Grounds lay to the northeast, while the Weyrling Training Grounds and
Barracks lie to the north. To the northwest lies the waterfall, where the
weyrlings and full-grown dragons alike are bathed, and the weyrfolk can enjoy a
swim. Due east, you will find both the
Living and Lower Caverns, and to the west is the Feeding Corrals and the
Plateau on the edge of the Bay. Great gaping maws dot the inner mountainside
and occasionally you can see dragons swooping gracefully in and out of their
rocky homes.
It is a summer evening. A light, errant breeze tickles the clouded
sky.
You see
Anil here.
Obvious
exits:
Southern
Bowl East Bowl Training Grounds Feeding Pens (Beach)
Anil
(#13378) is a firelizard who looks to Celae (#19612).
Jania
appears from the east.
K'rill
is here... and Llynth is around her somewhere, but just not directly in
evidence at the moment. Frowning slightly, the bronzer starts across the
evening-shrouded expanse of the bowl, heading towards the caverns.
Jania
saunters out of the Livng Cavern in a staright line for the beaches. She is a
woman with a mission. Check out the towel, the beach blanket, and the dreadful
swimsuit only Jania could love. She is braiding her hair, and whistling, off
key of course. And /not/ looking where she is going.
K'rill
is, naturally, looking where he is going. He is just extremely forward-thinking
that way. And so, forward her goes, a dark shape materializing out of the
night. Wait. Who is that? Interposing himself right smack in her path,
"Jania?"
Bump.
Thud. That's the sound of Jania tripping over the end of her beach blanket and
going belly first in the dirt. Grr....Jania spits out the bit of dirt she'd
inhaled-that better not be herdbeast dung squishing under her left side!!! She
lifts her head and glares at the indistinct figure. "Look where you are
going!!" Oh, It's K'rill. In which case she mumbles under her
breath,".....bronzeriders!!"
K'rill
gapes after Jania. Just... gapes. Wow. That was impressive. He hasn't had a
woman fall at his feet in a very long time. But a blink later he is spurred
into motion, dropping down to offer her help up, "Are you okay, Jania? You
really should take a glowbasket with you or something."
Jania
attempts to scramble to her feet, but is hindered by the towel wrapped around
her middle, and she's not letting go of that! Comfort foods doing what they do
to a woman's shape...Jania manages to gainher knees, at least, as she glowers
at the man who was her downfall. "I'm... quick check to make sure it
wasn't dung that she landed in, "fine. And I don't need to take a
glowbasket to go swimming." She disdains the offered help.
K'rill
frowns, stumbling a step back and away from her. His gaze does dart down to her
towel-shielded middle, before he is looking back to her, "It was just a
suggestion, and possibly save you greater injury... Are you sure you are okay,
Jania?"
Jania
pauses in the middle of digging for the stick that got jammed down the front of
her bodice to glance up, and frown back. She dusts at her left side again. It
/felt/ like something squishy. Noticing K'rill glancing at the tubby tummy, she
scowls and puts her hands across her gut defensively. It's only ten pounds!
"I'm fine. Really."
K'rill
startles at where her hands go, gaze immediately shooting back up to her face
to practically glare at her. His face undergoes a transformation from that glare
to actual hurt, "They were right. You are, aren't you? And you weren't
going to tell me..."
Jania
stiffens and actually pales a little. He couldn't have heard the Kr'lin rumors,
could he?? Oh, shards. "I am not! Whatever they told you, it isn't true!'
Then suspiciously, "Who told you?" Jania struggles to her feet, but
keeps her hand tucked agianst her side, securing the towel. Can't have that
sliding south.
"What
do you mean that you're not? You're lying to me, aren't you? Aren't you? How
could you, Jania?!" K'rill gasps, watching her with eyes full of
accusation. "Do you have any idea how much that means to me? You can't
just not tell me, and then lie about it." Head shakes from side to side,
"It doesn't matter who told me. I heard things."
Jania
protests, horrified, "I don;t see how it matters to you! It's not like you
haven't done it before, with no hard feelings!" Jania knows for a fact
that bronzeriders just don't /have/ monogamous relationships. She snipes,
"I see that you have a bit of a double standard here."
Jania
doesn't even get into the lying bit, because, technically, although she was
/with/ Kr'lin, they didn't do any sleeping. So, yeah, she was lying about that.
K'rill
gapes at her, "What do you mean by that? I'll have you know that I am must
forthright in my duties. Why do you think I come here at least twice a
sevenday? I love what I do... and you should be sharding good and proud of just
how much of a presence that I am. There are hundreds of rider out there that
wouldn't give a fardling care about you or..." Hand waves dramatically at
her.
Eyes
bugging just a little, Jania sputters, "Twice a sevenday? And you think
that is enough? I'll have you know that there are plenty of riders willing to
be a /presence/." She gives the word a suggestive note. "And I assure
you, I'm more than willing to take them up on thier offers if you won't be
here." She goes on the attack, "Besides, haven't you been busy with
that Smith? Rumors travel both ways, you know."
D'nic
appears from the east.
D'nic
passes through from the east, crossing the Central Bowl on his way to the
training grounds, not in any particular hurry as he goes. Whistling, even.
K'rill
just gapes at Jania, "Are you saying that I'm a poor...." He simply
cannot speak any further, stunned into silence. He sputters for a moment before
finally gathering his senses about him once more... but then she hits him with
the second part. *GASP* "What?!" he fairly roars. "Never! Never!
I'll never let another rider take my rightful place. /Ever/." Hand waves
negligently from side to side, "Nothing is more important than my duty to
you... my duty to the others. I can't believe you'd even question that,
Jania." Finally, disappointment rings in his voice.
D'nic
slows as he hears shouting, veering off his path to approach the source. Quietly, carefully, not making any sudden
movements or announcing his presence.
Sure, he's in plain view if anyone /looks/ for him, but he's not about
to butt in until he's sure that it's appropriate. The New and Improved D'nic tries to mind his own business.
The
dust streaked swimsuited figure smack dab in the middle is indeed the
Headwoman. She gapes, agast, at K'rill her nostrils flaring with fury. When she
finally speaks, her voice has that cold note that makes wiser dragonriders turn
and flee. "How dare you try to...insist that you have any rightful place
in my life at all. That wasn't what our relationship is or was about." The
voice is getting louder now, "Which is /clear/ from the fact that your are
bopping that Smith, and haven't even bothered to stop in to even say hello for
weeks!! You made no promises to me, and I made no promises to you." Jania
ends up in a screech, ew, "And I think that I don't need you, or this, if
this is your attitude!" So there!
D'nic
has never been accused of being wise, so he doesn't flee. But he observes, off to the side, having no
trouble eavesdropping when they're yelling at each other. He leans up against a boulder, inspecting
his fingernails so as not to appear as if he's staring.
K'rill
is left to gape at Jania once more, voice lowering to a barely modulated tone,
"Don't even try it. Don't you dare. Or I swear Jania... I swear I will
take you right on back to Fort and keep you snug in my weyr 'til this is done.
I won't let you endanger this... I can't. If I hear anything about you even
dreaming about it... I helped make this happen, and I'm going to make sure it
finishes. You /cannot/ do this to me..." The bronzer draws in a shuddering
breath, "Please don't make me beg." Another breath later and he takes
a long step back, "Just... think before you do anything further. Please.
I... I can't talk to you about this any more." He is abruptly turning
about on his heels and hustles across the weyr.
Jania turns
an interesting shade of purple, and she screams at K'rill's back, "I am
never, ever, ever going anywhere near your weyr again! This is through! Go back
to that shardling Smith and stay out of my life!" Jania hisses a long
infuriated breath as she turns and spots D'nic. Uh. Oops. Jania grimaces, and
manages to nod politely. "D'nic. I was going to come see you later. I
need...." Jania pauses and reorganises her thoughts. Oh, yes, supplies from up at Healer Hall that the
WeyrHealer requested...."A ride up to HealerHall sometime tis sevenday.
Will it cause too much disruption if I'm gone for two or three days?" See,
now she asks, instead of just leaving.
Still
casual-like, D'nic pushes himself off the boulder, taking a few steps toward
Jania with his hands clasped behind his back -- non-threatening! -- "Sure,
Jania, I'm sure we can manage for a couple of days." Raising his eyebrows as he stands before her
now, "Would you like me to take you tonight? I can drop you off at the Inn down the road from the Hold... I'll
even buy you a drink before I come back to the Weyr, if you'd like." She looks like she can use it.