Who

K'vvan, Sorvani

What

K'vvan is NOT hanging around the Training Grounds like a creeper, Sorvani is NOT doing what she's supposed too. They have a moment full of swearwords and complex philosophy.

ALL THE SWEARS…srsly, these two~

When

It is afternoon of the nineteenth day of the fifth month of the tenth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Training Grounds, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 09 Mar 2017 11:00

 

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"Because you're a person and one day you might have someone's life in your hands?"


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Training Grounds

A broad and sheltered swoop of bowl lies bare for the talons and tread of countless weyrlings that-will-be, encased by stone scoured and scarred by those-that-were. Dirt lies as neatly as dirt can lie, swept and raked daily, at the mouth of the caverns that must indubitably be the weyrling barracks. Devoid of decoration, the place stands strangely absent of pressence when empty, the everpresent wind of Southern giving strange acoustics to those under the shelter of the towering bowl-wall.

It is the forty-ninth day of Autumn and 60 degrees. Steely grey clouds drift across the sky, muting Rukbat's light. The wind has started to pick up more than normal as a light drizzle falls.


It is a BOLD K'vvan who ventures near the training ground. It's not a place he's super welcome, but that's cool. That's cool. He's still going to COME. Hello little candidates. K'vvan is just going to eye you all as your nice weyrlingmasters make you do ALL THE STUFF. (Whatever it is right now.) A piece of hide has been allowed to fluff about in a bit of wind and K'vvan bends to pick it up, squinting to read any writing.

Sorvani is very determinedly IGNORING the wind right now, mostly so she can sit on one of the benches by the barracks entrance and swirl a pretty little umbrella over her head. Her attention is focused on the underside of her rainshield and the shadowy forms of the painted koi appearing to swim through the murky darkness of this overcast afternoon. Clearly, she's doing ALL THE STUFF. But not really, as her current activity captures her complete attention. K'vvan may have to yell at her or something.

"Hey, Sorvani." K'vvan sees her, and since she's not being acted upon by the weyrlingmasters right now K'vvan can just go in that direction~ "This thing has your name on it. I think." He'll flap that piece of hide in her face. Hopefully she looked up when he spoke so it's not just wow, sudden piece of hide in my face.

"The fuck?" Nope, that sudden flap of hide in her face did startle her, in an irritated kind of way. Snatching it not at all gracefully she's going to frown at the bearer of mysterious soggy hides and spit out a "Wingleader K'vvan." accompanied by a sudden salute. Sadly this means her fish are now stationary, and no longer swimming through the sky. "What brings you here? I thought you and A'idan were like…" Frenemies? Nemisi? Something. "What is this anyway?" The hide is squinted at suspiciously.

"He's a fellow leader at this weyr." SEE HOW DIPLOMATIC K'VVAN IS? Someone should give him an award for personal growth. Or not hit him once. One of those. Leaving aside any part of his thing with A'idan K'vvan will just lean himself against the wall and poke at her umbrella. "That's…. interesting." K'vvan is not a connoisseur of the arts.

It's K'vvan's turn to have soggy beast-skin flapped in his face. "Thanks for this." She's going to try and read it, but honestly with the weather lately, the only thing easily read is her name. But she doesn't recognise the handwriting so no big loss there. "It's pretty. And it keeps the rain off." Her voice glows with appreciation for her new umbrella. "It was a gift." And that gift is going to return to it's gentle spinning so that the fish are once more swimming in the drizzl.e

"Yeah, nope. Gifts shouldn't be given back." K'vvan takes the slliggghhttteesstt of steps back. Sorvani can just KEEP that piece of soggy paper kthanks! "Doesn't seem like you can get much shit done with that in your hands." Reaching out he's just going to try to stop it's spinning. Because he's a jerk.

K'vvan is an arsehole. Sorvani already knows this, but obviously today is one of those days where he is feeling particularly arseholish. "I wasn't planning on giving it back. It's handy." Also SENTIMENTAL and stuff. His grubby mitts reaching out for it has the former barmaid stepping away very quickly. "I don't know where your hands have been." She knows he swings both ways now after all. The scrap of hide is abandoned to glue itself to the bench.

K'vvan arches an eyebrow upwards at her statement. "My hands are probably cleaner than anyone else's in this entire weyr." He and Drex could probably get into arguments about clean-things. Just LOOK at K'vvan's fingernails. No dirt. And he WORKS for his living. "You're letting it rain on it. My hands aren't going to do jackshit to it."

"But it's water, it's already clean." Sorvani's logic is flawless even as she keeps her umbrella well away from that greenriding bastard~. "If I said I would prefer if you didn't touch it, will you keep on being you?" She asks with one quirked brow. She has no interest in K'vvan's hands OR fingernails. Her attention is still pretty focused on the umbrella and it's pretty fish.

"Pft." That's K'vvan's response to THAT. Instead he's just going to lean himself up against the wall and spend a moment watching the other candidates doing their thing. "Have you decided on if you really do want to do this whole impression thing again?"

Sorvani will deliberately misinterpret his question, she's good like that! "Well I didn't do so good impressing the first time." Else she'd be followed by a seven turn old dragon obviously. "Why do you care?" Because she's getting awfully tired of the repeated repeat questions. With a hearty sigh she gives a more proper response. "I wouldn't have said yes if I was just pulling everyones chains K'vvan." Title is dropped, she's just that type of girl.

K'vvan should probably do something about that insubordination there butttt, he didn't really come here as Wingleader. He actually likes Sorvani. "Because it's a serious decision and you didn't seem completely sure. But," hands up, like she might just attack him for asking, "it's cool. I'll not care. Totally within my wheelhouse to do. This is me not caring."

Sorvani snorts. "I never seem completely sure about anything." Her tone suggests it's deliberate, the twinkle in her dark eyes pretty much confirms she's a-ok with her ambiguity. "You care." She knows all about pretending K'vvan. "I'd like to know why wingleader." Her voice softens and she steps that little bit closer so that anything that is said doesn't escape very far. "I'm not one to hope too hard." Her admission is a little more serious, and softer again.

"Because I do. And that's all you're getting." Other than K'vvan's finger in her face as an admonition to not try to pull more out of him than just those curt words. "There's nothing wrong with hoping for something like this, you know that right?"

"I did that the first time, it almost broke me." Almost, but not quite. "And I thought I was unbreakable after… my childhhood" There is a grimace for K'vvan and that finger he's got in her face. "I'm older and wiser now. Or something." Sorvani shrugs, frowning with the memory of that whole experience. "What you see isn't all there is to me." That last suggests for all the pain her first candidacy caused her, there is still that part of her that hopes feverently that there is joy for her on the sands this time.

"So you're saying that I should dislike you for something I don't know about you?" K'vvan arches an eyebrow upwards as he totally missed what she was going for in her first set of phrases. "Alright. I'll just get myself gone in that case then." And he'll push himself up to do JUST THAT unless she calls him back.

"You're an arsehole, WINGLEADER. Get your arse back here." While the words, they're not pleasant at all, there is the slightest hint of affection in that call that carries further than it should. She might actually get in trouble for that later. Talking to a ranked member of the weyr like he's a human…or Faranth forbid a friend. "Where the fuck did dislike come from?" She's puzzled about that, and will await K'vvan's return and answer. Unless of course he's going to keep that arsehole mask on.

K'vvan turns and lifts an eyebrow upwards at Sorvani. "If that shit you keep all hidden was good then you'd share it. So obviously if you keep it hidden it's dark and dirty and will probably make me dislike you." LOGIC SORVANI.

There is a flash of pain in Sorvani's eyes. "The dark and dirty are not mine." Just her burden to bear. "I… My childhood wasn't nice. I don't like talking about it because I stil have the scars." Sure she wasn't a drunken greenrider, but it's still legit reasons for her to not blab about it to every T'om, D'ick and Harry. "Why is okay for you to keep secrets Mr 'I just do care'. But mine have to be shared?"

"That's not what I said. I get not sharing shit. But wear that growth like a fucking badge of honor if you got stronger from it. Don't hide it." K'vvan, he's gotten all wise. *tear wipe* "Who the fuck is suppose to trust you if you don't show who you really are?"

Sorvani is just going to hold a finger up and frown. "People want to trust me?" That may NOT have ever occurred to her before, give her a moment. "Why?" There is an odd little nose wrinkle. "I also spent a great deal of time travelling K'vvan. I'm not so good at…" The pause is longer as she considers what she wants to say next. "…deeper friendships." Also the people she chooses to share with have a bad habit of clamming up. "If you're really interested, I'll tell you my whole sad fucking story. As soon as I am able to drink again." Because of the scars and shit, she needs the false fortitude.

"Because you're a person and one day you might have someone's life in your hands?" A whole lot of sarcasm goes into K'vvan's tone as he levels a 'are you fucking kidding me with that question' look at her. "Save me the sob story Sorvani. Especially since I don't drink." SOBER BABY. "But answer me this. Do you wear yourself on your sleeve, or do you wrap yourself up in this little," handwave at basically all of Sorvani, "act?"

"It depends on who I'm with." Sorvani answers with honesty, the mask she hides behind is never going to fall away completely but there is something genuine about her now. "A lot of what I do is protective." Sorvani is all about avoiding the hurt. "There is one, I don't play these kinds of games with. I don't know if he even realises what I am when he's not around." But wrong alt, so lalalalala. "Did I say you had to drink?" No, just her. She's still trying to absorb the whole 'people want more from her' thing.

"Oh fuck that. If you can't be yourself around someone then they're not worth a shit-ounce," Look a new unit of measurement! "of your time. Think about that. Did you realize your umbrella has gotten some dirt on it?" Helpful K'vvan is just going to zip away with that possibly not-true statement of distraction.

"Fucker!" That is for the TOTAL LIE about the dirt on her umbrella. "I don't think you're not worth my time." Obviously otherwise they wouldn't have had this weird and crass conversation. "Wingleader K'vvan." Another salute at his departing back for any witnesses. "Does this mean we're friends now?" She ponders aloud as she sits back on the bench to resume watching the koi spinning above her head with double the concentration of before.

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