Who

Riza, Doji

What

After a flight, it's really important to find all your clothes so that's what Doji and Riza attempt to do.

Just general implied flight stuff

When

It is afternoon of the thirteenth day of the first month of the twelfth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Igen Weyr - Ground Weyrs

OOC Date 24 Sep 2017 05:00

 

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"How did we no' see this comin'?"


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Ground Weyrs

Spacious by necessity, the slightly grimy atmosphere of these weyrs house couches made to fit dragons of various sizes and in various states of health, each with feeding and watering stations near to hand, as well as the necessary medical aids to treat any draconic illness. A small alcove offers up a different view: Healer's records stashed in meticulous order on a shelf, a cluttered desk full of hidework in process, and a polished small basin where fresh water may be poured. Above it, a small rocky shelf protrudes, holding various cleaning supplies in neatly labeled containers: redwort is most prevalent, followed by numbweed.


Given that Navikoth rose just after noon, the exhaustion of the post-mating flight high sees Riza sleeping until early evening, just before dinner. Clothes are everywhere and at this point in time, rather hard to tell which are Riza's clothing and which are Doji's. But Riza now stirs in that bed meant for convolescents, not cavorting. But. Privacy is privacy. Bed Head abound, Riza rubs at her eyes and yawns, looking around. "Nope." She says to herself. "This ain't home." There's a mental check going on to Navikoth, who is quite contentedly curled up, soaking in what sun remains. But the glimmer is gone.

So… that wasn't how Doji planned to spend her afternoon and the redheaded brownrider is still not quite awake. She's aware she's in a bed and sleepily reaches out to snuggle the person next to her only… something is off. "Kair?" Groggily she'll open her eyes and inspect her surroundings and there's a groan that is basically agreeing with Riza's sentiment. "No, it isn't." And she's going to move her hands back to herself and cling to that sheet, thank you very much. Raktraeth is perfectly content to remain exactly where he is. There might be a certain amount of smugness radiating off of his hide along with the heat from the sun, but at least he's still too sleepy to voice those thoughts.

Riza was just trying to be helpful, honest! The snuggle doesn't exactly make Riza stiffen, but there's a pause for sure. And then the person in bed with her realizes WHO is in bed with her. Riza scratches her cheek for a moment, content to let that sheet stay between them. "So." Yup. "How did we no' see this comin'?" She asks with a small laugh, which turns into an actual laugh a few moments later. "Wi'h how much Navi fawns o'er Trae…" Two plus two is three? No. Four.

"But they're still so young!" Doji's still in a little bit of disbelief as she sits up, holding the sheet firmly in place for modesty's sake. Just ignore the fact that they have now both DEFINITELY seen all of each other's bits. Doji's certainly trying to forget that fact. "At least if he had to chase anyone… you're not some creepy old dude." She sounds a little resigned to it. OF course there's the other greenrider that the brownrider had expected to be waking up next to before Raktraeth got that bright idea in his head this afternoon.

Riza is just going to act as if they didn't just sleep together. Like Miel told them once: flight sex is flight sex, and Riza is now getting the full implications of that. "I think th're was a creepy ol' dude on th' outskirts." She says after a few moments, trying to keep it lighter. But then Riza is shifting onto her side and looking at Doji squarely. For all how she was squeamish about entering the weyr proper when she first got here, she's being awfully bold compared to that. "We're okay, yeah?" Brown eyes are all puppy dog-esque. "I dun wanna lose m' best friend o'er havin' slept wi'h you." Because of nature! STUPID DRAGONS. The talk of age though has Riza thinking. "I… guess Navi jus' want'd t' shake things up. Again."

Think about before the flight is easier to deal with than thinking about the immediate after or the fact that Doji's going to have to somehow find all of her clothes. She'll take a moment to try and gather those fuzzy pre-flight memories of who all was around before coming up with a guess. "D'kan? D'kan's not creepy, he's just quiet…" Doji will at least vouch for her wingmate, but then Riza's asking questions and she nods quickly. "Yeah. Flights are supposed to be flights, right?" But then there's a bit of a groan as she draws her knees up to her chest so she can rest her head on them (still keeping that sheet skillfully placed!). "I don't know what I'm going to tell K'mine." Although, it's pretty simple. And he was even there, even if Doji didn't notice him, so it shouldn't really be that hard of a conversation, but she doesn't know that and immediately going to jump to making it the most difficult conversation ever. "Navi's good at that. Shaking things up. At least we probably have our shoes?"

Being the less shy of the two apparently, Riza rolls off the bed, planting her feet on the ground. "COLD!" It's like hot potato. But it's cold. And with your feet. One shirt is found, and after examining it a little bit, it goes flying over towards Doji. "Think tha' ones yo'rs." And there comes a laugh. "She been too busy to steal our shoes! An' if she managed anyhow, I'd skin her." Because walking in freezing temperatures without shoes? NO THANKS. Another shirt is found, and this she puts on after a few moments examination. "I c'n tell him if y' want me to?" Because she is totally foggy on who was there at the end, too. Because tactful girl would be tactful. 'Yo, your girl's dragon caught mine. We had sex. Bai.'

It's not really surprising that Riza's the less shy of the two, but having a shirt at least gives Doji something to do. And that's shimmy into the shirt. "Yeah…" So eloquent on that. "A rug would probably help." Preferably not dragonskin. Cause that would be really weird. Especially since these weyrs are used by recuperating riders and dragons when they're not being used for after-flight activities. Shirt on, Doji's going to start helping out with this whole clothes sorting. Pants, pants are important. She's sure she had some. but uh, she found a scarf and some more scarves and a jacket. She frowns as she looks around. "No… I think I better tell him." She doesn't want to, but it's the adult thing to do.

All the clothes! And layers. At least most of it made it into the weyr before being tossed off and elsewhere. Huh. There's something to think about. No. No don't, Riza. The girl locates a pair of underthings that well… aren't hers. Those also go flying in Doji's direction. "Well, jus' give me a heads up if I need t' run or somethin'." And Ved? Hopefully she's not possessive of Trae, because for the next sevenday at least, she's going to be all over her brown. More than usual. She has just turned into one of those fawning 'let me!' ladies. Ugh. But they'll discover that out when Navikoth actually feels like moving. "Pants!" Riza exclaims after a moment, scooping up hers. "Huh. You ain't seen m' underwear, have you?" Cause commando is not something she's fond of.

Doji will watch as the underwear go soaring by, still a little too muggy headed to realize 'hey, I should catch those' until after they land near by. At least she knows where they are so she picks them up and dons them quickly. She's at least thirty percent clothed now. Improvement. "No panties… but is this your's?" She's holding up a bra that is definitely not her's. It's lacy. Very, very lacy. And well, for someone with quite a bit more assets than Doji is currently sporting. "I don't think you'll need to run… he's gotten the same lectures we all got…"

"Huh, yeah." Riza says, walking over to snag the bra and shrug into it with some unique shifting of her arms in her shirt. Then it's back to the hunt. "I dunno. He seems awful fond 'f you." The girl pokes a little bit of fun at Doji. "Migh' get a li'l touchy?" She's obviously teasing, but that probably doesn't do much for making Doji want to tell K'mine about the flight results. "Hey, go' some socks." As in, a little mess of four that look way too similar. "C'n you tell which were yours?"

PANTS! DOJI HAS FOUND PANTS! And her eyes light up a bit as she finds them and immediately puts them on. Ahhh, that's the face of such relief, but then the conversation is back to relationship stuff and she turns bright red. "I uh… we're … yeah." They're yeah. That's the summary of her and K'mine's relationship as she can summarize it at the moment. "He's been a little touchy about flights in general. Maybe you can talk with him? Since you've uh, been through it now? As a greenrider…" As for the sock question, she's going to shrug and just pick two at random. "Uh, these?" Close enough. Socks are socks.

Riza is in bra, shirt and socks now, with her pants hanging over an arm. It's those darn elusive undies! And then… and then! Ah. They… might match the bra. Or coordinate a little bit. But they're donned as soon as they're found (underneath the bedside table) and then the pants go on. Ahhhh. Clothed! "Is it jus' me or is he a li'l touchy 'bout being touchy?" As in the physical touchy. "But I coul' talk t' him 'bout this." Though in reality, the only teacher is experience. Riza wasn't even really aware of BEING proddy. But at least now she (and others) know what to look out for in her case.

"Not with me…" That's spoken softly as Doji blushes again and quests for those boots now. They're almost got this clothing thing down. Then they can leave and pretend like this never happened for the most part and return back to life as normal. "It might help. That you know, nothing bad happened, right?" They're both alive and capable of walking and talking and stuff. May or may not be some assorted marks left, but what happens in flights… She's off in the corner nearest the entrance and finds one of her boots and one that's a bit smaller which she tosses in Riza's general direction.

Let's go for the assorted marks. But those will fade in a few days, depending on the type of mark. "'Ll see if I can' find 'im sometime soon." Lord only knows when that rowdy Ved will rise, so the sooner the better. Riza gets a boot in the shin, cause nope. Attention wasn't there on the boot. It was looking for other pieces. Coats ended up somewhere near the door, cause that's where they would have been discarded. That's where she is now, shrugging on her coat. "I hope af'er th' first one y' c'n find yo'r balance." Or he can find his, really. "Here's yo'r coat." That one gets chucked on the bed, instead of at her.

See, throwing stuff in one spot instead of at someone would be so much more efficient and something Doji would be more likely to do, but today was quite the topsy turvy day. Doji's found her boots and most of her scarfs and her jacket and well… that's clothes, right? "Uhh, thanks." And this is how Doji just runs away! Maybe to her own weyr. Maybe to K'mines. Maybe to the baths. Who knows. The important thing is, she's outta here.

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