Who

Jazene, Tavil

What

Tavil and Jazzy try to beat the heat.

When

It is afternoon of the seventh day of the second month of the first turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Southern Weyr

OOC Date

 

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Nighthearth

A comfortable nook, this natural extension of the living room is cozily attired with overstuffed chairs and a couple of well-worn loveseats. All have been covered in various shades of green, giving the very incongruous appeal of a miniature forest hidden away inside… a grove of man-made proportion. Fish stews and spicy white-wherry chili are often kept hot on the minor hearths east and west of the main, for those whose hours defy when meals are kept. Ornate, the largest hearth towers high, rich with carving and utilitarian in fashion: it holds court by providing the weyr with rich klah, the air thick with the scent of cinnamon wafting.


Tavil lounges in the relative coolness of the nighthearth. A tall glass of chilled juice rests on a table beside him, and he's the least definition of dressed that he can get away with, a white tank top and some shorts. Even his normal boots have been abandoned, replaced with open sandals. His sole goal at the moment is to move as little as possible, and the sweat beading on his brow is allowed to stay until he finally wipes it away with a towel. It's bloody hot!

Jazene is fresh from the cool pools located in the baths section of the Weyr. Not that it helped much with the humidity of the hot pools so close in the large caverns therein. Still she’d tried and has now given up that means of escaping the heat. Her hair is wrapped up tight in a turban to keep it up off her neck. And she is pushing the limits of decent for oldtimer standards, let alone her own. The heat has driven her beyond caring about that particular fact however. She approaches the hearth where she’d left poor Tavil a while ago. “Feeling any better dear?”

Tavil cracks an eyelid to look up at her, grinning as he takes in her (lack of) dress. "You know, I think I am now," he says, managing to sound mirthful. He reaches out for his juice, bringing it to his lips and taking a sip. "There's most of a pitcher still left in the cooler," he says, pointing to the box-like ice chest on a table near the cold hearth. "How was your bath? Help any?"

Jazene is covered everywhere that really matters. She’s simply tails of her tunic up above to show a strip of lean brown stomach. And well.. shorts. Really short shorts. But for the sake of propriety she’s not entirely naked. Not that she wouldn’t rather it in this heat! Goodness! “That sounds lovely,” she says with a wink and a smile. Obviously ignoring his mirthful comment as she moves to the chest and pours herself a glass of juice. “I wonder if we’d get into trouble for hiding in the stores? Surely it’s cooler down there!” Because somewhere has to be. Right? Absolutely! “The bath was alright I suppose. But it didn’t help much at all. So I gave up the hope. There is no escape it seems.” That said she plops down with an uncaring lack of grace into a chair near Tav’s.

Tavil wasn't complaining about her choice of dress, not in the least. He watches her hungrily as she fills her glass, regretting that it's TOO BLOODY HOT to do anything about it. "You know, the stores actually sound like a good idea. Maybe, if I haven't melted into this seat yet, we can go and carry a couple of chairs down there." Hey, they're, uh, checking the storage caverns for proper conditions. Yeah, that's it! "Right now, babe, it's winter in Nerat. Can you imagine? It's bloody snowing there, and here we are, melting."

Jazene would find /some/ way to knock him out if he tried! Because yes, it’s far too hot to even harbor the thought. At least it is for her. Already she feels like she’s melting again. “Think we could make it through the kitchens with chairs?” She’s seriously contemplating the thought while she sips her juice. “If anyone asks tell them we’re..what? Trading them out for other ones?” She’s got nothing really as far as ideas go. Rolling her eyes toward him she moans aloud, “Snow!! Oh! Something cold I could lay in!” Not that she’d go anywhere near the stuff in reality.

Tavil takes another sip of his juice, then wipes his brow after setting the glass down. "I seriously doubt they'd ask me any questions, Jazzy. And if they did, we'll just tell that we're going down there to… observe storage conditions. See, it's job related!" He grins, chuckling just a little, at her reaction to the mention of snow. "Oh, don't even. You and I both know how much you hate snow and ice, love."

Jazene giggles lightly at the idea of the Cook challenging Tavil with a spoon or something. Oh what a mental picture! “You’re entirely right! After all we have to see where the crops will be kept after harvest right?” She sips her juice again. “Providing they don’t all die in this heat anyway.” Because extreme heat? Not good on fragile little plants out roasting in the glare of the day. Not at all! She grimaces at him and shrugs her shoulders, “You’re right. I’d rather melt right here than spend another day surrounded by ice and snow. Every darn year I’d bust my behind on some path or other!” She’d absolutely hated winter back home.

Tavil chuckles at the memory, then, with a sigh, hauls himself up to his feet. Collecting his juice, he offers Jazzy a hand and smiles. "C'mon, we'll go down into the stores for a bit, just to cool off. I've had enough of this sweating-while-not-moving dreck." Pulling her to her feet, he ducks down for a kiss and then wanders off towards the living caverns, and then the kitchens beyond…

Jazene knows what he’s remembering and shoots him a glare over the top of her juice glass. Sip-glare! Her lips quirk with amusement as she swallows though. Giving away the fact that she’s not at all upset with him. “Surely it will be cooler down there.” Her voice holds such hope as he pulls her to her feet. Tilting her head to meet his brief kiss with a hum of delight. Just walking is enough to wear her out and it is with a sigh that she follows along in his wake.


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Stores
A vast and sprawling cavern, the main storage area of the weyr is well-tended by the loving and stern hands of those who oversee the bounty stored within. Depending on the time of day, it is a place of illuminated neatness, stacks of dry goods and foodstuffs labeled clearly… or it is a place of werelight and stygian darkness that taunts those who would dare challenge the depths thereof.


Tavil leads Jazzy into the stores, having taking the brunt of curious looks from the kitchen staff, and then, a little more than half way down the stairs, he pauses. "Oh… Oh, that's perfect," he says, as the air from above and below mixes into a wonderful temperature. "I think I might just sit right here on the stairs until someone comes by…" he says, only half joking.

Jazene had hidden behind or beside Tavil the whole way through the kitchens. Keeping her eyes glued to his back and refusing to look around. Just passing through folks!! Now as he pauses on the stairs she tries to peer around him to no avail. “Well you can’t sit down right /there/! I’m trapped up here.” She pokes him in the back of the shoulder, “Get moving big man!” Or she may just crawl over top of you and not in the fun way. “There’s got to be somewhere to sit down here. After all isn’t this where extra stuff is kept?” Probably on back in one of the dark nooks where nobody will notice them. She hopes.

Tavil chuckles at her reaction and continues down into the coolness of the lower caverns, sighing a happy sigh at the total relief from the heat above. "Oh, Faranth, that's delightful," he says, pulling Jazzy close for the first time that day and hugging her fiercely. "I wonder if anyone would say anything if we just moved in down here?"

Jazene stomps on down the stairs to emphasize her annoyance that he’d stopped and left her in the semi-heat on the staircase. Because that’s just rude! The relief from the heat above is so wonderful though she can’t help the smile that lights up her face. “Oh yeah,” she draws out the words in satisfaction. The cool crisp air is just … divine! She slips into Tavil’s embrace when he pulls her to him. Wrapping her free hand around his waist and looking up at him with a smile. “I imagine we’d have to take a number. The entire Weyr would probably like to live down here!” But oh how she wishes..

Tavil mmmms and leans into that embrace, just a little bit, then leads her deeper into the caverns, just exploring. "I've never actually been down here, you wanna take a look around with me?" he asks belatedly, grinning down at her. "You're right, most of the Weyr would probably be down here, though some of the individual weyrs are high enough up that they're probably pretty cool…" The big man shrugs, peering at the shelves as they pass them, trying to work out the ordering system.

Jazene is already trailing after him when he asks her and looks up at him with a quirked eyebrow. “Aren’t we already in the midst of doing that?” Her voice holds no small amount of amusement. “Of course I want to explore! When have you known me /not/ to be a nib nose?” Someone should talk to the headman about opening a bar down here somewhere. There look to be several caverns. And probably more behind this door..” She jiggles the handle and shoves with her shoulder. “Locked up tight though. Weyr secrets maybe?”

Tavil grins back at her, chuckling. "Yeah, I suppose we are… Shards, it feels good to just walk around down here!" He follows her over to the door, and when she pulls away from the door he shortly replaces her, leaning on the handle for a moment then banging into it with his shoulder. "Huh, I suppose it must be. Probably where they keep the booze for the bar over by the main bridge." He shrugs, and wanders deeper into the aisle they're on.

“That’s a possibility,” Jazene agrees with is assumption that the booze is kept under lock and key back there. “It would make sense I suppose. Keep folks from filching it.” Because sadly some folks really would do such a thing. She wanders off while he fiddles with the door himself. Just having a look-see of what all is down here. “I’m serious though. Could you imagine a gathering place down here in the cool air? Folks would literally run over one another to get a seat.”

Tavil catches up to her shortly, nodding. "Yeah, they would be. I don't think the leadership would go for it, though. Even these caverns are going to be pretty full by the time we bring all the harvest in before the monsoon season." Because that's what winter is down here, from what he's been told. "Seriously, though, I would spend every second I could down here if there was a place to hang out and relax."

Jazene hums softly and shrugs her shoulders. “If everything survives this heat you’re entirely right.” She glances up at him over her shoulder. “Still these caverns have to go pretty deep. I heard a few crafters talking in the Complex the other day, there’s furniture and clothes stored down here somewhere.” Turning back around she continues around a corner and down another isle of stuff. “Perhaps that is the real reason why they don’t encourage folks to gather down here. Nothing would ever get done,” she teases him laughing.

Tavil shrugs back, peering into the gloom of the deep caverns. "That they do. Well, if you're that bored with farming, I suppose we could go and talk to the headman about you opening a place down here…" he says, well aware that she loves their job. At her teasing, he laughs, the sound echoing through the huge caverns. "That's a very distinct possibility. I certainly don't want to go back upstairs now.. It's nice down here."

Jazene stops and leans up against the shelving. Crossing an arm over her belly and bringing the other up to tap a finger against her bottom lip. Looking for all the world like she’s actually considering it. “I /do/ know how to mix drinks. And it /would/ keep me out of the sweltering heat up above..” She sighs and looks up at him as she drops her arms to her sides. “But I wouldn’t be able to watch you sweat in the fields. It’s not worth it.” She tries hard to keep the straight face she’s maintained up to now. But in the end she giggles. “Well we’re going to /have/ to go back upstairs at some point. We can’t leave Vinson locked up in my room for too long.”

Tavil arches an eyebrow at her considering pose, and when she starts to giggle he reaches over and tickles her playfully. "Never mind all the wonderful things that the heat does to you, my love. The way your dress was sticking to you yesterday was just amazing," he says with a lewd waggle of his eyebrow. Sighing at the reminder that they have to go back upstairs, and let Vinson out, he sighs and nods. "You're right… We should probably get going, actually.”

Jazene squirms when he tickles her and dances out of his reach. Her soft laughter lilting through the caverns. “Well I can hardly help what my clothes do in heat like this.” She takes a sip of her juice and then offers him the earthenware glass. “It’s still icy cold. Why don’t you finish it?” Because he usually needs more icy liquid than she does. “Well perhaps we can bring him with us for another short excursion after evening meal. He’d enjoy a moment of cool too.” She calls for Brosa and with her canine by her side they venture back up into the horrid heat of the day.

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