Who

K'vvan, Vani

What

Vani isn't allowed to go without rank for very long.

When

It is sunset of the sixteenth day of the twelfth month of the twelfth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Boardwalk

OOC Date 13 Jan 2018 07:00

 

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"Good, then you have time to take this up."


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Boardwalk

Ancient-cut stone stretches broad, smoothed by the wind and the weather and the rain to create a boisterous center of commerce. Wood overlays stone in places, patterned and pretty, to attract the eye of those traversing the strip to particular vendors. Though not the size of the tremendous markets of the North, the boardwalk's offerings show the knowledge of ageless crafters: Smith contraptions, Herder-certified animals, Starcraft maps and Weaver textiles are only some of the things that may be purchased, among the spicy scents of beach food and the contrast of bright shells and dark stones from the shoreline.


Vani is a sittin' on the bench on the boardwalk! Although the docks are over that way somewhere. She'll make do and waste her time riiight here this particular afternoon, watching the ebb and flow of commerce and the ebb and flow of the tides with equal expression. Unless of course the merchants manage to pull one over on some poor soul, and then she's either impressed or disguisted depending on the rouse. She's dressed for the weather as well, Southern's summer well in full roar even if she isn't. Even as Rukbat slinks westwards, her dark eyes take in the changing rythyms without her really contributing much other than an island of stillness in the surging crowds.

K'vvan could actually have had Nadeeth be all 'yo, vani, come here'. But instead K'vvan has decided to seek the woman out. Wearing casualish clothing that hangs loosely and waves slightly in the wind is wrapped around the greenrider as he steps closer. "You look bored as fuck." Hello Vani, how are you?

Vani blinks up at the other greenrider for a moment, considering his welcoming accusation, and accepting it with a self-deprecating lift of her brows and a shrug. "Yep." Verbal confirmation as well, but she subtly (SO SUBTLY) unfolds her legs and slides her butt along, in case he wants to rest his legs or something. "Doesn't matter where you are, this stuff is all the same." Slender hands gesture towards the tableau before her, and there is a sigh followed by a shudder as a couple of matronly shoppers wander past with impaled bugs on sticks. Presumably someone has made an attempt to TRY and make them look appetising by slathering them in some kind of klah-based frosting… BUT NO!

"Good, then you have time to take this up." K'vvan pulls a second knot and holds it out to the woman. He's not at all going to look at her as he tries to foist responsibility onto the woman while she is taking some time off. "R'zel needs some help, and I want more time with M'noq because I'm a fucking idiot and haven't been making enough time." His other ham is stuffed firmly into his pocket, it ain't doing nothin' folks. Especially not doing anything with those weird frosting thingies.

Vani is just going to stare at the knot for a little moment. Her expression unreadable, before she reaches out with her gesturing hand to take it as gingerly as one of those skewered bugs. "Uh. Your confidence in me is overwhelming." However, he is fortunate that she has already given 'glorious leader' to Va'os. "Sir." And for once she drops the her usual slightly sly nonchalance to snap of a smart salute, complete with wrist flick and heel click. "Won't be at all awkward." It will be beautifully awkward because of ALL THE REASONS. "I'd have to talk to my weyrmate. But if you need a couple of days…" Look she's had the knot exactly five seconds, and she's trying to usher him off.

"Your weyrmate is Lynx's second. It's perfect. " K'vvan gives a sideye that says 'that salute is weird plz stop' His other hand finds its way in a loop on his pants as he firmly looks away. "What would I need a few days ago?"

Vani is more than happy to resume her casual lounging, her manners appeased with that quick show of 'behaviour fitting a dragonrider and wingsecond'. And she even refrains from rolling her eyes even as her fingers start smoothing out the fancy of the new knot. "You just said you wanted to make some time…And with. Well. With Lynx's recent losses…" She doth flounder, even as she attempts to make restitution for her own uncharitable remarks reguarding the recently departed. "Not now of course, but when everything is sorted." There is a helpless shrug as she finally lapses into silence, perhaps the course she should have steered all along.

K'vvan's lips form into a straight line of irritation. On one hand, N'lim was someone that K'vvan was not a fan of in the slightest. But at the same time losing any wingrider is the worst thing to happen to a wingleader. The sound that escapes his lips is something like a sigh and a 'fuck him' all tied together. "I'm going to be honest - I'm not sure how much longer I'm going to be able to be wingleader. With D'wane fucked off to back up Va'os I want R'zel to have backup."

Both of Vani's impressive eyebrows rise at this. And she clearly takes a quick moment to consider her words a little more carefully. "Huh." It is a thoughtful and considered response right? "I'm not the first one hearing this am I?" She asks gently, the spot on the bench still available as demonstrated by the pat. Although, Vani isn't really expecting her invitation to be accepted. "Want me to beat up anyone who gives you shit about it?" Yet another invitation that she doesn't expect to be accepted is offered.

Both of Vani's impressive eyebrows rise at this. And she clearly takes a quick moment to consider her words a little more carefully. "Huh." It is a thoughtful and considered response right? "I'm not the first one hearing this am I?" She asks gently, the spot on the bench still available as demonstrated by the pat. Although, Vani isn't really expecting her invitation to be accepted. "Want me to beat up anyone who gives you shit about it?" Yet another invitation that she doesn't expect to be accepted is offered. *re*

Totally the BEST thoughtful response. "Yes, you are, so say shit and you will have an unhappy wingleader with control of your schedule." It's not a terrible threat actually and K'vvan pats himself on the back mentally for coming up with it. "And no, because that is the same as telling people. You still on board with all of this shit - well, you and Caelisth?"

Vani sucks her lips inwards for a moment, making that subtle thinking noise that occurs as air is pulled over imperfectly sealed skin. And then there is a snort, the flash of distance in her eyes the only sign that there is conversation zipping along the aether between her and her bond. "Caelisth is more than on board." The star-stuff green may already be redesigning the board, and then discarding it in favor of something less boring (See what I did thar?). "And where she goes, I follow." Which is as it should be. "I won't tell anyone. But I will suggest." She pauses to hold up an emphatic finger (The index finger, not the middle finger of ILU'. "Perhaps letting R'zel in on it too. He may be comfortable enough as 'second. But I would like the opportunity to pick over your brains."

"This was shared because you are my friend. Not because of your knot." So if it comes down to it K'vvan probably won't say plans aloud that haven't been anything but a tug on his dreams at night. "R'zel and I just went through and audit of Ocelot's reports, he'll have all of our findings. If you get your eyes on it as soon as possible it would be helpful."

Vani continues to be thoughtful. Her lips released once more so that she can pinch the lower one while she examines this from all sides. "I appreciate that." She says quickly, both as further reassurance that she's not going to blab, and acknowledge that she has been taken into his confidence. "I was thinking more of those little tricks all great leaders have." Clearly she's not fully aware that K'vvan's trick is to have extremely awesome Wingseconds. "Things'll work out." She decides with a nod. "If you don't force 'em." Once more she eyes one of those sticks stuck up some poor bugs butt. "I'll grab it once I've decided where I'm going to dinner." Because Vani has a dragon, and is willing to travel to anywhere that doesn't have bugs on the menu.

"My suggestion is that you don't eat it from here. You never know where this shit is coming from or exactly what kind of shit you'll get out of it." Don't believe him, sometimes K'vvan actually really likes the stuff here, but is slightly too ashamed to admit it. "I'll see you soon in that case." For like, the learning things.

Vani's lips curl in distaste. "I've eaten grosser things. But now that I have a say in what I have to eat I find myself… less than willing." Only crazy, or crazy poor people enjoy bugs right? "I was thinking Istan seafood tonight. Light and crunchy." And probably just as gross under all that beer batter. "That is, if I have time enough to enjoy the evening and… make a couple of arrangements." It is rather sudden after all, and Vani hasn't really been spending her time productively.

"Tomorrow." K'vvan turns himself towards the direction of the shipweyrs. HE HAS OTHER PLANS TONIGHT K VANI.

Waitwaitwaitwait. Vani is also going to be heading that way home. So while she doesn't talk about 'work stuff' she may just try to gross him out with other tales of culinary adventures. BECAUSE SHE CAN. But she'll peel off to go down her path with the only finger that matters. The middle one. She lubs him after all.

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