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.