Rysa and Jae at Play

Faerysa and Jaegon grew up together. They know each other really well, and sometimes, they get silly...

Faerysa's gotten herself settled at a table, a mug of something cool in
hand, the firelizards that claim her quietly lethargic in summer's heat.
"Evening, Jaegon," she says, responding to both sound and stirring.

Jaegon wanders in, not at his usual jog. "Evening, Rysa..." he greets. "I
got thirsty and my pitcher upstairs is out."

Faerysa gestures about. "Here's certainly the perfect place to find it,"
she says with wry good humor. "Drinks aplenty."

Jaegon nods, heading for the table. "How're you doing, Rysa?"

Faerysa pushes some hair from her eyes, a few beads of condensation from
her glass staying in her hair. "Fairly well," she decides, and stretches
briefly. "How about you?"

You say "Oh, I'm all right. Worried about Aellya and K'tel.."

Faerysa mmms thoughtfully. "I can't imagine them ever /not/ being all
right in the end."

Jaegon nods. "But that was a nasty scoring. Aellya may lose the eye."

Faerysa purses her lips. 'I'll admit I haven't gone to look." Bad
daughter. Bad. "She'll be furious if she does, of course." And matter of
fact, too. But: "She's /alive/ though. That's more important."

Jaegon nods. "You're taking this better than K'tel is," he notes. "But
then, he's being as solicitous of her as he was Zmeth when he was a
weyrling."

Faerysa spreads her hands, her expression momentarily bare before going
back to usual blandness again. "I'm glad it wasn't /us/. It's better to
be alive and scored than dead, though," she says with quiet vehemence. "I
can imagien how K'tel is, though. But they /will/ be fine." They'd better
be.

Jaegon nods, reassured by your attitude. "I'll be glad when we kow for
sure."

Faerysa asks, after a brief pause, "Do you know how long until that will
be?"

Jaegon shakes his head. "No one's saying."

Faerysa's frown creases her foreheasd briefly before she nods. "I suppose
they don't know yet/

You say "The last fall didn';t improve K'tel's mood either, with the
green getting scored."

Faerysa nods thoughtfully. "We're all working on keeping it from
happening again, though. It's all you can do, really." Oddly fatalistic,
today.

Jaegon eyes you just as thoughtfully. "You're philosophical tonight."

Faerysa lifts her eyebrows. "I usually am" she says plainly. "Should I
not be?"

Jaegon grins. "You're usually a bit more..acid."

Faerysa's smile glitters, an echo of her usual mode. "I'm tired," is all
she says, though.

You say "You and Iri both, I imagine."

Faerysa's gaze distances a moment, then clears, and her smile, for a
moment, is without sardonicism. "She says she's awake. But she's been
dozing on her ledge all evening."

Jaegon grins. "That's verytiring, all that snoozing."

Faerysa's genuinely amused, now. 'Oh yes. Such a hard life she leads,
spoiled and allowed most of her whims."

Jaegon nods solemnly. "A true challenge."

Faerysa allows a slant-eyed look, a tease coming into her tone. "ut it's
worth giving it a try, isn't it? Would /you/, if you'd the opportunity.
Besides, it keeps her quiet."

You say "I'll leave that to you, her lifemate." He bows with an elaborate
flourish. "Besides, as temperate as you are, she must be the same."

'Indeed, I am the very model of a temperate and biddable woman," Rysa
says, serenely, formign her face into a moue of piety.

Jaegon nods. "Even Deeva could take lessons from you."

Faerysa affects a great show of modesty, and bats her eyelashes, although
there's still the glitter lurking there, scarce kept in check. "If she'd
only care to learn," she says with an elaborate sigh.

You say "Not everyone can be posessed of your wisdom, I fear."

Faerysa mourns, "Alas. More's the pity,because we are who we are." Or
what we make ourseves. But to kepe up this charade, she adds: "We could
teach them, perhaps, but so few ever listen."

Jaegon is trying SO hard to keep a straight face. "Few are called, but of
those, many are chosen?" he quips.

Faerysa's lips twitch, then still, and she presses her palms togethe rin
front of her, eyes widening to their most guileless. "Perhaps I should
open a school. Faerysa's path of enlightenment. And then people could
learn to /listen/ and be what it is best for them to be." This, of
course, could be dead serious on her part, of one were to take it akin to
her usual attitude.

You say "You'd bankrupt theHarpers."

"You think?" Rysa wants to know. "Would you sign up, or have you done
your learning?"

You say "I could never do your Way justice."

Faerysa nods sadly, although the facade slips towards amusement. "Not
many seem to."

You say "You'll have to settle for me fawning at yur feet, I'm afraid."

Faerysa considers that, and leans forward, 'Would you /really/?" she
says, with amused interest. "That could be interesting."

You say "Yeah, although I'm not as good at fawning as Wyn is."

Faerysa's expression... alters, relaxation tightening at the corners of
her eyes and mouth before it's bland and unreadable again. "Not many are,
that I've noticed."

Jaegon falls to his knees, trying desperately to keep a straight face.
"Oh, but I'll try anyway!" It must be late. He's punchy. "How may I serve
you? Within reason?"

Faerysa directs, all facade of pious modesty abandond, although she's
still straighjt-faced, "Adoring looks and consideration? Attentiveness."
She shan't offer the other possibilities. Not right now, at least.
Beside,s who knows what's considered 'within reason'

Jaegon sighs deeply and flutters his eyelashes at you.

Faerysa sets her chin in her hand, lips purses. "Perhaps... but you've
not gotten the expression just right yet. Coquette. Doe eyes. You know."

Jaegon brings his clasped hands up to his cheek and gazes at you
simperingly.

Faerysa reaches a finger out to touch your nose in an ostentatiously
condescending manner, even while she says appreciatively, good humor
restored, "Good, good. Quite convincing."

Jaegon murmurs "Ah, I live to adore you, my lady." The corners of his
lips twitch. He can't keep this up for long.

Faerysa takes a moment to play the lovestruck dolt, eyes aglimmer in
humour and feigned adulation, "Ah, but I live to be adored. But so long
as it's by /you..." And at the last word, she loses the affected
expression for a recognizable moment, eyes glinting bright-brilliant
teal.

Jaegon drops fully to his knees. He puts one hand to his cheek. "But, oh,
I can't admire you in this condition! I'm a mess!"

K'tel comes down the stairway.
K'tel comes down then stops in mid-yawn to peer at the pair. He shuts his
mouth then, after a few blinks, walks over to the klah, trying to be
quiet now.

Jaegon covers his face with his hands. "I shame you by such attentions!"

And here's a pretty picture to give K'tel all the wrong idea. Faerysa
tweaks at Jaegon's collar, eyes aglimmer with scarce-checked mirth behind
the thin veneer of play-acting. "It hardly matters, because your loosk do
nothing to dampen the clarity of your feelings." A pause. "Do they?" She
doesn't much respond to K'tel, although the flash in her eyes marks him.

Jaegon umms. "No! No, of course not. Of course not." A pregnant pause,
then: "Um. My feelings for you are...as clear as the lake on a sunny
day." Which is to say, too bright to be clear and kinda annoying.

Faerysa says brightly, like a lackwit, "Ooooh, how lovely. " The strain
of keeping a straight face begins to show at the corners of her mouth,
which tug upwards incessantly.

K'tel reaches the klah without incident. He quietly pours a cup then has
a sudden thought. He peers more closely at the male of the two. Yep,
Jaegon. Strange. He almost overflows his mug doing this and winces as
just a bit of the hot klah gets on a hand. Still trying to be quiet, he
sets the pitcher down and quickly rubs his hand on his pants, making a
face the whole time.

Jaegon gives another one f those deep, heartwrenching sighs, then
flutters his eyelashes again. "Ah, truly I'm fortunate to be permitted to
kneel by your feet like a canine." He almost doesn't get that last out,
an odd choking noise almost spoiling the effect.

K'tel tiptoes to a chair in the corner and sits down to watch, curious.

Faerysa pats Jaegon on the head, a bright-eyed caressing sort of thing,
"But isn't it I who is so fortunate to have such adoration? Devoted and
loyal and ever so pure of heart and meaning. Accepting of
/everything/...." A pause, and ever-so-tenderly, so much that it's a
farce, "But I woukld be happy even were the roles reversed." She /tries/
to keep the expression up, but fails, covering her face with her hands as
her shoulders shake in mirth at her own statement.

K'tel gets a funny expression on his face as he looks at Faerysa in
disbelief. It changes to suspicion in half a moment. He watches more.

Jaegon decides he can win this little contest and slowly, ever so slowly,
bends to kiss the toe of one slipper. "But it will never happen that way,
O Desert Bloom of Brillant Color." He's going for the marks on this one!
"For I will always treasure even the intimation of your affection."

Faerysa can't help t, now, and just sets her head on the table, laughing
helplessly. "If I thought you were even halfway serious, Jaegon," she
says, through the laughter, "I'd probably throw up all over your feet."

K'tel starts grinning. He looks...relieved?

Jaegon grins triumphantly. Victory! He bounds to his feet and hugs Rysa,
like the childhood friends they are. "Gotcha! Hah." He laughs. "If I was
even halfway seerious, I'd HOPE you'd hit me."

Faerysa leans on Jaegon a moment, laughing still, and returns the hug. "I
/would/," she promises, wiping at her eyes. "If you said that to anyone
at all."

Jaegon says wryly "I think Deeva would hit me if I said anything half so
shard-brained as that, even to her! Which I wouldn't. It sounds like
something a Bitran trader would say to get someone to buy something they
don't need!"

Faerysa says matter of factly, 'Or to some ignorant girl to get her into
bed."

You say "Same thing. In the second case, she's buying him." He stretches.
"And I need to go to bed, or I won't be fit to crush firestone tomorrow."

K'tel chuckles softly then takes a sip of his klah, relaxing.

"True enough," Rysa agrees. "But good night to you. Sleep well. And dream
of worshipping people."

Jaegon grins. "Night, Rysa." He turns, spots K'tel, and blushes from
forehead to neck, even his ears turning bright red. "Um."

K'tel smiles at Jaegon, "You had me wondering what happened to Deeva."

You say "Well, you know how it is. Rysa's enough to distract any man." He
ducks, just in case she throws something at him, and grins to K'tel.
"Until she kills him. Night, all!"
Jaegon jogs out quickly befre he can become a target.

Faerysa just laughs, and lifts her hand in amused farewell.

K'tel laughs too then stands up, klah in hand. He smiles at Faerysa, "I
did just come down for this, but I had to see what you two were doing."
He waves with his other hand as he heads towards the stairs.
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