Who

Kyara, K'vvan

What

For once, K'vvan will take advantage of someone else being proddy.

When

It is late night of the fourth day of the fourth month of the fifth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Mirror Cavern

OOC Date 04 Jul 2015 07:00

 

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"If you feel like bouncing anything off someone…"


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Mirror Cavern

Cordoned off from the lake under a cape of stone is a sheltered grotto sized like a dragon weyr. Running water dribbles over the entrance not in any great torrent but lesser strings of liquid. Within, isolated waters assume a perfectly protected calmness pitching prisms of refracted light onto the walls and dome-like ceiling. How they flash when the pool's crystal clear surface is disturbed, serpents of light scattering like tunnel snakes from a lantern. Surfaces are naturally unfinished which explains the varying depths, 2-12 feet, and ability to be comfortly seated. As with any small cavern sounds have a way of being amplified be they swim strokes or nuggets of gossip.


Igen's springtime evening air is probably still a bit cool for swimming, but the day has warmed the lake to a bearable temperature at least. It doesn't seem to phase Kyara at all, however - odd, save to those who know what happens to her whenever Liareth begins to glow. The pretty green glide sinuously through the calm water this evening certainly has an unmistakeable gilding to her, though she's far enough out and submerged that it might not be immediately evident. For her part, the temporarily off-duty AWLM is in the Mirror Cavern, solitude and soothing sought in the cool hideaway as she deals with the side effects of her lifemate's state. Settled on a submerged shelf of rock that immerses her up to mid chest, she lounges back, eyes half shut as she watches sunset-limned ripples roll across the water to lap around her shoulders.

K'vvan has a talent for finding places of solitude that someone else has already sought out. Ducking under the lip of the cavern his eyes sweep across and settle on the other person. He hesitates there, in the opening, biting his lip. Shaking his head once though, he pushes into the room. "Kyara." Calling out to alert the woman he is there K'vvan advances, settling on a dry shelf above the water-line far enough away from the woman so as to not stomp on her own quiet.

Kyara barely registers the flicker of shadow through light that gives away the approach of another, sucking in a quick breath at the sound of K'vvan's voice. Lifting a hand to shield her eyes from the slight dazzle of the water, she squints over at him, involuntarily trembling at the lap of water that happens with even those slight shifts. "Mmmm," is the only reply she makes at first, lowering her hand and scrubbing it over her face before dropping it. "K'vvan…" Her voice is husky and a bit uncertain even as she attempts to keep the volume low and the echo to a minimum. "If you want to be here I don't mind, but…Liareth." That's likely explanation enough. She looks as though she's hugging herself a bit, arms crossed at her chest and hands rubbing slowly up and down her upper arms as if she might be cold (though she's far from it). "Is there something you need?"

K'vvan licks his lips against the dampness of the cavern, those ripples only momentarily distracting. His eyes are drawn back to the greenrider and he really looks. It doesn't take much to understand - "I always get really hot." A quiet observation. Pulling his right leg up K'vvan doesn't move, just wraps his arms about his knee, sititng with the other extended in front of him. "No." For needing something. "Just… trying to get my head straight."

Kyara actually chuckles a little, the low, rich sound coming more easily than usual. "You too?" she asks, now scooping up some of the water onto the curve of one shoulder, then the other. "The getting hot. That's why I'm here. It helps, a little. Though it doesn't help me…feeling everything." K'vvan's last draws a curious look from the slightly younger greenrider, though she soon realizes her eyes are lingering in far more than curiosity and quickly drags her gaze away, even letting her eyes fall shut in an attempt to avoid such a thing again. Hopefully he didn't notice. "If you feel like bouncing anything off someone…" She trails off, leaving the offer to finish itself. It's sincerely made, at least. Even if she has to not look at him to make it.

"Yeah." Quiet acknowledgement of a shared experience. "Me too." For all of it. K'vvan's gaze is fixed on the far side of the cavern, missing that look from Kyara. Perhaps he would be more discomforted if he'd noticed it. But no, it's just his thouhts that cause an edge of unease in his posture. "I haven't even told Sienna yet. I know what she would say." He rocks slightly in place, before he cuts to a topic close but not quite connected to what is on his mind. "Do you take that stuff the healers give to keep from getting pregnant?"

At any other time, Kyara might actually be surprised that K'vvan is being so willing to talk. The fact that he is doesn't even faze her in her current state. Everything just is what it is, and all she can do is absorb. The mention of not having told Sienna earns an arch of her brows over closed eyes, her head settling back on the stone behind her and rocking in K'vvan's direction. His question has her chancing a slitted glance at him, darkly burnished eyelashes fluttering in a couple of quick blinks. "Yes," she replies quietly. "I always take care to. It…isn't a guarantee, though." A pained expression draws her features, and her teeth worry her lower lip for a moment as she turns her eyes away from him. "It still happened to me once. I found out after between ended it. Before it even started, really." She shakes her head, trying to clear the memory away. Would she have even let that out were it not for Liareth right now? "My point is that things can happen, even if the man is taking it, too." She blinks again and makes a slight face, realizing she might be sounding like the flight lecture. Surely he knows that bit. "Why do you ask?"

Her head turning draws K'vvan's gaze away from the far side of the cavern. Shifting on the stone to relieve the pressure under K'vvan's head lowers, chin coming to rest on that one curled inward legg. His brow knits together at her words. "Why would you have kept it?" Because from that sadness in her voice he's just going to make the leap that she did. "You would have been grounded for months. And even after… Did you know the father?" Because K'vvan doesn't actually keep up with the relationships of his fellow riders.

Kyara nods immediately. "There was only one possibility at the time. It was N'thu's." Looking at flight timing according to what the Healers had told her had been a big deal for her peace of mind. "As for why…" The AWLMs brow knits in thought as she pulls herself out of the water, perching on the rock a little closer to K'vvan, but not by much. Though her swimsuit is fairly modest, it's a wraparound that leaves her stomach bared, and she has enough presence of mind to remember that having pretty much anything bared is not the other greenrider's cup of tea. She tugs over the towel she'd brought and wraps it around her shoulders, clutching it closed with one hand and heaving a low, quiet sigh. "It's…not easy to explain. There's an instinct that kicks in, this…need to nurture and carry on that's just as strong as the need to protect and fight whatever threatens my home and the people I care about. It's…love." One brow arches as she lifts her eyes to K'vvan. "But a kind completely different than any you've known before. And you can't let it go. At least…that's my best guess." She's only tasted it, after all…and considered the very question he's asked her, in fact.

K'vvan gives half of an attempt to place the name given to a face, but the most he can manage the color dragon, but no further details. When she exposes herself K'vvan turns his gaze away, looking pointedly back at the ripples. Discomforted, yes, but not quite ready to leave. Doesn't he know exactly how loose the tonuge gets when the glow begins? "What if it had lasted? And he didn't want it? Or," he curls his arms tighter around that curled leg, "chose to not be involved. What would you have done?"

Somewhere in the less glow-infused part of her mind, Kyara begins to form a guess about why K'vvan is pursuing this line of questioning. She doesn't voice it, instead drawing her legs up toward her chest and into the veil of the towel, leaving only her legs bared from the knees down. "I think I still would've kept it, " she murmurs. "N'thu wouldn't have encouraged me to get rid of it, but if he were the sort…I would probably have assured him he wasn't obligated, wouldn't have needed to be involved if he didn't want to." Shrugging, she adds, "Riders' children have to be fostered, so the situation wouldn't last too long, anyway. It can always be argued that the blood of two riders ensures a strong lineage for a new future rider. It can only benefit the Weyr in the long run, if you want to look at it that way. If the father has a problem with it, even if he's absolved of responsibility…what's his real issue?" A bit pragmatic, coming from Kyara. Which just goes to show she's not successfully filtering all of Liareth's proddy propensities.

A guess that K'vvan isn't about to confirm. Her words wash over him and drip down into the bucket of opinions he's gathering. "I don't understand it." There's only so long one can sit still on uneven stone, and K'vvan pushes himself to his feet. A step forward as he ducks his head downwards to avoid a low point in the celing. "Good luck. With Liareth." A few swift steps and he's gone, leaving Kyara alone again.

Kyara will keep her suspicions…and never pry. She knows better than to do that, thankfully. As for K'vvan's not understanding, she can only give a small shrug. As she said, it's difficult to explain. Even being able to wouldn't necessarily mean understanding, either. "Thank you," is all the reply she gives before he's gone, and she finds herself in solitude once more. Letting the firelit humidity of Liareth's mind wash whatever the other greenrider's questioning has dredged up back into obscurity, she sets aside the towel and slips back into the water, letting it relieve the phantom heat running along her nerves once more until Rukbat runs out of any further light to lend the solitary, hidden cave.

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