Trill and Ikty Walk Off with Some Boots

OOC Time: Wednesday, November 10th, 2010
Characters: Trillian, Iktyziel
Summary: The hunt is inspiring more kleptomaniacal tendencies; Trill and Ikty steal some boots from the baths.

It's currently early spring on the northern continent. The Starsmiths say it is 12 Turns and 21 days into the 10th Pass. It is afternoon at Fort Weyr, and hazy clouds warm the sky.

Public Baths (Part Deux) (Promenade) (#13713J)
Steam rises all about you, beading slightly on your skin and soothing it after the winds of the bowl. To one side is an alcove leading to the necessity chamber; across the way are hooks suitable for hanging clothing, and shelves that house fluffy towels as well as containers of sweetsand. The floor is of patterned ceramic 'tiles' that have been given a nubby finish for traction underfoot.
To the southeast are three different pools, of varying heat; the topmost is the warmest, and as the water flows down, cooler water is added to each. The center portions are deep, while the rims are lined with comfortable benches of varying heights for people of various sizes and preferences.
Obvious exits:
Balcony

Little clouds of steam waft about the cavern, the pools relatively empty at the moment, though more than a few weyrfolk are lingering about, scrubbing away or simply relaxing in the warm water. One of those lurking by the entry to the cavern is Iktyziel, the candidate barefoot and dressed only in light pants and loose shirt. He has a towel over his shoulder, though while idly moving toward the sweetsand, his eyes flick this way and that, roaming the cavern and taking note of its occupants. He spends a little time dallying by the shelf picking out a soapsand jar, briefly catching his lower lip between his teeth before plucking one up.

Trillian makes her way into the bathing cavern, looking quite the bit pouty. She quickly undresses and slides into the medium hot pool, sighing and laying there like a limp noodle. Murderous bronze firelizard is nowhere to be seen for the moment. She scrubs up her hair, giving herself a new sudsy do. After rinsing a few times, she folds her hands over one rocky ledge, resting her chin on them contemplatively. She does not spot her fellow candidate just yet.

Iktyziel doesn't notice the other candidate at first, piking a bench to plop down on.. with more than a few discarded clothes and things. Whose are they? Who knows! But Ikty quickly undresses, leaving his own things there and slipping into a pool, having spotted Trillian and bobbing his head toward her with a, "Hey." The lad takes a little longer look at her sudsy hair, then grins a bit, "Lots of tough chores today?" Had he noticed the pouty? Possibly. The jar of soapsand is set near the edge of the pool, the boy tugging off the lid and taking a handful to scrub with. "I've been stuck in and around the kitchens for most of the sevenday." His gaze, though, continues to flick around the cavern. Hmm.

Trillian momentarily brightens on seeing Ikty. "Oh, hello, Ikty." But then her disposition darkens again and she lowers her voice, "I was lucky enough to run into Eleni while I was testing out some noise making using a wine glass. But then the cook took it away and I couldn't get the-" she whispers "You know.". Or an item marked by her dragon, and I actually offended her.." She sighs. "Logically, I did not think it would be offensive to ask for a dragon to chew on something but apparently it was, or borrowing spit. Something…"

Iktyziel scoots over, his own voice lowering with an, "Aww, really?" grin faltering a bit, "How were you testing out noisemaking? Maybe we could.." Though he trails off, apparently failing at thinking of a suggestion, brows furrowing somewhat. Eyes brighten, however, at that last part, "What about collecting stepped-on snow from the bowl? Or.. sending a firelizard to pick up something on one of the herdbeasts one of them ate from?" Full of ideas is the short little redhead. "I was thinking.. just now," and his head gives a little jerk to where he left his clothes, beside someone else's.. including a pair of boots. Ahem. "I ought to be hurrying back to the kitchen in a minute. I guess I won't have time to dry off properly or tie my laces." But didn't the lad come in barefoot? Tsk tsk.

Trillian perks, those are good ideas, "That sounds like a good idea. But we'd need someone who has a trained firelizard. And that isn't me." A pause, "Oh, well I made noises on some flutes I borrowed from a Harper and I put water in a wine glass and rubbed my finger on the top. /That/ was the only thing that worked. But that cook." She scowls, "Took it back from me." She notices the headnod and her eyes dart over, and back at him. She nods. "Mm yes. So steamy in here, I can barely see my hands wrinkle." She nods, "Yea, you should hurry back, I can help you lace up, if you think it'll save time."

Trillian perks, those are good ideas, "That sounds like a good idea. But we'd need someone who has a trained firelizard. And that isn't me." A pause, "Oh, well I made noises on some flutes I borrowed from a Harper and I put water in a wine glass and rubbed my finger on the top. /That/ was the only thing that worked..uh to calm Voor down and make him respond to me. But that cook." She scowls, "Took it back from me." She notices the headnod and her eyes dart over, and back at him. She nods. "Mm yes. So steamy in here, I can barely see my hands wrinkle." She nods, "Yea, you should hurry back, I can help you lace up, if you think it'll save time."
OOC: Trillian says "repose! cause she didnt finish her thought XD"

At the reminder of the other candidate's firelizard, Iktyziel glances around, almost warily. That thing was scary! Ahem. "Maybe we ould sneak into the feeding grounds or.." pausing to onsider, "We could get two at once. The herdbeast doesn't have to be alive for its hair, right?" There's an awfully thoughtful look, Ikt suggesting, "My brother Y'ziel is a bluerider. I'll bet he and his dragon would be fine with it if we asked, too." He hopes, at any rate. The boy 'ohs' at Trillian's explanation of the noisemaking, "I guess the ooks an be kind of.." he doesn't finish the sentance, but his expression says it all, really. "Sure," Ikty nods about the help, and then dunks himself, mostly scrubbed clean by now. He scoots out of the pool for his towel, idly wandering back to the benh with an eyedart left and right. Hopefully, whoever those boots belong to, isn't about to leave anytime soon, or looking thattaway.

Trillian nods, "Eleni did not seem to be happy that U'rr brought us the eggs. She wanted to drown his gold so she didn't make more. I hope she doesn't actually do that though. Jynx is a scary gold." Quite. Her eyes widen, "Well no, the herdbeast doesn't have to be alive but it just has to be, or have been aggressive," she says in hushed tones. Holding out her hands, she makes as if she is ready to lace said boots, hopefully nobody is watching. Thankfully, it is busy enough in the baths that they are not noticed at the moment.

Iktyziel is towelled off and into his lothes in a heartbeat, having brought very little with him anyway, He idly slips his feet into the boots, plopping down on the benh as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Casually, he begins to lace one up. Doot dee doot. They're a bit big, but then, the rest of his clothes look like hand-me-downs, and a tab big anyway. "I think I know when Y'ziel and Xeth will be at the feeding grounds, later this sevenday," said conversationally. Just ignore the quick eyedart left and right, or the fact that he ties his finger to the boot the first time. Eheh. The lad leaves his hair damp, not bothering to dry that with the towel. Boots first, damp hair later.

Trillian nods, "I would like to meet your brother. I haven't seen a blue dragon up close before." LAME! These are the lines folks. She helps him lace his other boot as he works on the first one. And then she's done. "Where do you have chores later? I have work in the laundry caverns." She grimaces, "They apparently want me to remain wet all day, so it seems." Wet and pruny apparently. She bundles up her hair in a towel and reaches for another one. Her special one which looks a bit more washed than usual. Maybe that's why they keep making her do laundry.

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