Who

Osarlio, Ryott

What

Osarlio has no idea what he's doing, and Ryott is SUPER helpful.

Failure to use inside voices.

When

It is evening of the seventh day of the sixth month of the sixteenth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Archive Library, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 06 Mar 2019 08:00

 

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"Girl in the tree, the sky is falling!"


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Archive Library

Where once books reigned supreme, this open space is now dominated by a stalwart skybroom reaching to the sky through a broken ceiling. What was once evidence of collapse is now ornately carved with engraved ivy, matched by a clever contraption of stone that allows the gap to be closed in inclement weather. A small garden occupies the space around the tree-trunk, all manicured bushes and flowering shrubbery enclosed by a grated gutter. The walls are lined with bookcases, while a spiral staircase leans on the western wall to wind upwards to the second level. Tucked in the corners and scattered in the main areas are tables and chairs, cafe-style, and comfortably worn overstuffed armchairs. It is the perfect place for individuals to gather, to enjoy the offerings of the food-cart or a spirited conversation.


When one is a young girl with a penchant for heights faced with a tree in the middle of a Library on a foreign continent there's only one thing to do, oviously. So it's no surprise that nestled in the lower branches of the centerpiece of the Archives, Ryott is sitting with her back to the tree truck, one leg outstretched in front of her, the other dangling over the side as her fair of four blues and a gold are perched around her amounst the leaves. She has a piece of hide stretched on her leg in front of her, a stylus between her lips, and a blank faroff stare in her dark eyes.

Someone, somewhere is going to be in big trouble when the archivists realize just how much damage a well-intentioned Osarlio can do in a very short space of time. Some fool gave him the task of returning a book, and now here he is, eyes wide as he steps through the doors. "Woah, there's a tree in here?" His voice is entirely too loud for a library. "Do you guys see that tree?" The dirty looks are starting already.

Reverie broken by Osarlio's entirely too loud voice, Ryott takes the stylus from between her lips before she turns her head slightly to look down at the man who produced it. The ghost of a smirk plays around the corners of her mouth until she reaches into the recesses of her long coat, and retrieves what looks like a small dried pea, why she would carry such a thing on her is not readily obvious. Taking careful aim, the girl flicks it at the man with some accuracy.

That little pea hits Osarlio on the neck, and his hand comes up quickly to slap the place of impact. "What was that?" But rather than jump to the logical conclusion that someone threw something at him, his gaze turning toward the ceiling. "Is the roof falling?" People are still trying to shush him, but he doesn't seem to be getting the message, because, "Guys, something just hit me! I think the roof might be caving in. We should evacuate!"

If Ryott were the giggling sort, she would definitely be doing so at the man's reaction. As it is, there is only a muffled snort of dark amusement, which is actually quite the emotional outburst for the normally stoic teen. She knows she really shouldn't, but she takes another dried pea from her coat and again flicks it in the direction of the man although her aim is off and instead it hits on the ground right in front of him with a soft sound of impact.

Osarlio misses the falling pea because he's too busy staring at the ceiling, but he does hear the soft 'plip' of it hitting the ground. "What was-" He takes a step forward and promptly steps on it, crushing it under his foot and immediately losing sight of the object of his search. "I heard it fall!" He waves the book he's meant to return in an attempt to get people out the door. "Girl in the tree, the sky is falling!"

"Are you sure?" Ryott asks as she leans forward a bit, her elbow propped on her leg, chin resting in her palm and fingers curled against her cheek as she gives him a smile that is entirely predatory and carries zero warmth in it (a look she may have stolen from a certain Igen brownrider, but she's a whole continent away, so it's alright). "Could it have been something else do you think?" She asks with a tilt of her head in his direction.

Most people would probably take one look at that smile and know Ryott was up to no good, but not Osarlio. He takes the expression at face value, pausing in his attempts to evaculate the library to grin back at her. When it comes to the question of whether or not he's certain, he cants his head, considering seriously for a moment, then, "… Nope. That's got to be it. What else could it be?"

"Well…" Ryott muses as looks down at him for a long moment before she shifts herself onto the branch completely, her hands gripping the bark at her sides, shuffling a bit to make the branch she is sitting on shake considerably. This causes a brief rain of twigs and other detritus to fall down in the direction if Osarlio. "See? There's a tree in the middle of a library, stuff's going to fall off it. I am sure the sky is quite safe.'

Osarlio casts one last mistrustful glance skyward - thankfully after Ryott is done raining detritus down upon him - before shrugging. If this random teenager says it's so, he's willing to go along with it! She's reading in a tree in the library, so she must be smart. There are still twigs in his hair even after he shakes it, but he doesn't make any attempt to get rid of them. "Cool." No one is going to die. Just in case, though, "FALSE ALARM, GUYS." There's more shushing. "Hey, do you know where this goes?" He holds up the book, waving it in her direction.

Watching the wheels turn behind the man's eyes brings an especially mischievous gleam to the girl's eye. "Oh yeah, sure," Ryott says helpfully before she falls back, her knees catching on the branch as she swings upside down and holds her hand out for the book he has.

Ever so trusting, Osarlio holds up that book for her to take. "You're cool. Way nicer than these other people." He's a master of character assessment, clearly. "Why are they all telling me to be quiet? I was trying to help them out. I guess I was wrong, but I was still trying and they're all giving me dirty looks."

Taking the book from him, the girl swings back up onto the branch with little effort and then stands up on it without even a wobble. Ryott then places the book in the highest branches she can reach by stretching onto her tiptoes. When she's done, she wipes her hands on each other and lowers herself once more to the branch she was standing on, this time straddling it with her legs handing down to each side. "There ya go!" She grins her feline grin down at him, her voice mixing a saccharine sweetness with her typical deadpan for a downright eerie combination.

Osarlio watches that climb with growing confusion, because he's pretty sure the book doesn't go in the tree. Not completely sure, granted, but pretty sure. But then again, she is the authority. She's the one hanging out in the library. So far a moment of staring after her with a furrowed brow and a bewildered frown, Osarlio just scratches the back of his head for a moment before shrugging his shoulders. "Cool, thanks! Are you one of those library people?"

Well the book is in the tree and unless someone else wants to climb up and retrieve it, it's going to stay up there. Ryott looks down at Osarlio before shifting again so she can drop from the branch into a slight crouch, snapping up from it as if it were nothing. "Nope." is the simple answer as Ryott ambles past the man and moves quietly towards the door without looking back, her fair silently following on the wing behind her. As she reaches the door, she tosses a lazy wave over her shoulder at the man, and then she's gone.

Osarlio scratches his head one more time, staring after the mysterious Ryott with a confused grin. "Well, okay." That's that, then. "HEY WAIT," he shouts, and an actual archivist is headed his way this time to throw him out, but he's already on his way through the door, oblivious. "What was your name??" Maybe he can catch that next time.

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