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Harper's Tale 2 - Monday, October 21, 2002, 11:54 PM
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Living Caverns
The rough-hewn majesty of this cavern far outpaces any delight in the multitudes of curves that form its enclosure. The glabrous grey granite is shot through with translucent obsidian, lending subtly-veined sparkle to the walls and the foot-trodden smoothness of the floor that shows centuries-old placements of the scarred trestle tables; carven hollows give homes for the glow baskets and the coat-pegs that line the walls. No mosaics, no painting, no tiles: just a few well-done tapestries mark the pathway that lead to the kitchen to the north and the inner caverns to the west, and frame the nighthearth's stew and snacks, while a heavier strip of oiled canvas shields the unwary from the wind in the bowl.
Scattered about in various perches and niches are forty-eight firelizards.
You see OOC NOTICE (look sign), Llaammaa, Ischoria, and Thief here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl     Kitchens     Inner Caverns     Crafting Area

N'sync's entrance is not terribly noticeable. It's really more of a quiet appearance, as if there's suddenly a brownrider at the food table, and then a brownrider at the Inferno table, without much fuss. Odd, perhaps, but even his wingmates are starting to get used to the new, sulky N'sync.

From a properly shadowed corner of the caverns, a pair of grey eyes takes note of N'sync's arrival, and, catlike, watch his progression from door to food to Inferno table consideringly. Some quality of his demeanor trips a circuit in Wyn's logic processes, and the little bluerider stands smoothly, and insinuates herself behind N'sync's shoulder. "N'sync." she greets with cool quietness. "I have a proposition to make you."

Azur listens intently.

N'sync winces slightly in surprise, and his fingers clench around his spoon. "Wyn. You're speaking to me today?" he questions somewhat coldly without turning to look at the bluerider. "What brought about this sudden change?"

Wyn can play the cold game herself, and so isn't nearly as stung as N'sync might be hoping. She casually takes the seat next to him, and turns to face the brownrider square on, her face perfectly composed. "A realization." she pronounces. "That this current situation is distracting both of us from our duties, and therefore cannot be tolerated further. I propose a solution."

N'sync's brows lift, and he turns to consider Wyn now with a careful gaze. "I'm distracting you, love?" he asks with just a hint of his usual smooth charm before a frown interrupts the comment. "What, exactly, is this.. solution.. you propose?"

"You may," notes Wyn, helping herself to a piece of N'sync's meal quite casually. "Think me entirely inhuman, but I doubt anyone breathing could not be somewhat distracted, either positively or negatively. And we cannot afford the luxury of such distractions in our line of work." she confirms. "So, I propose we have a fling."

N'sync is in shock. We can tell this fact by the sudden pallor and widening of eyes that characterizes his stunned expression. His spoon drops with a rather loud clatter, and that noise seems to bring N'sync out of his stupor to turn his now-scathing gaze on Wyn. "My feelings are bothering you, so you'd like us to.. what? To pull off one of those little one night stands you like to condemn me for?"

"Mmm, I was thinking more along the lines of a week," replies Wyn serenely. "And this would be rather different than last time. Both parties knowing at the outset just what they're getting into." She picks up the dropped spoon, and helps herself to some more of N'sync's late lunch. "At the conclusion, we'll have resolved this one way or the other. You did mention that I knew nothing of the real you, after all." From her tone, she could just as easily be discussing a Turn's End party as a torrid affair.

"Last time," N'sync begins pointedly before letting it fade into silence as Wyn continues. He watches her through narrowed eyes, tracking her every movement carefully. "I'm confused," he finally states slowly. "For a sevenday, we'll.. sleep together? And through that, we're going to resolve things and you're going to get to know the real me?" Obviously, he's not quite buying that one.

Wyn lifts an eyebrow at N'sync, and stops picking at his food. "Do you have a better idea?" she asks rhetorically, tone dry. "And indeed. Since I shan't be throwing you out of my weyr every morning, I believe we might actually even... talk." With that she stands, slipping away from the table, but not before taking the boyish brownrider's face between her hands and kissing him quite thoroughly, murmuring "There's my offer... think about it," as she pulls away, before walking off and out of the caverns with nary a backwards glance.

N'sync has a thousand responses ready for Wyn, but none of them seem to make it to the surface before his doubtful expression is swept away in that kiss, so much sweeter than he'd remembered. He's reluctant to let Wyn go, but ultimately, it's her decision, and the brownrider is left staring after Wyn with a distinctly wistful expression. One hand raises to brush his lips in a terribly clichéd motion of disbelief. Ohhh, man. He knows what the right answer to that proposition is. But can he really say no?

<High Reaches Weyr> Vorkoroth senses that he bubbles, fizzles, crackles and pops confused horror, a private communiqué amplified for all the weyr to hear. <<Wyn... you're going to do WHAT!!??!!>>