Heart to Heart

Western Weyr - Lagoon Shore
A sandy beach running along the edge of the lagoon, between the sparkling waters and the bowl. Sometimes riders and dragons are seen playing in the water nearby or a dolphin can be seen cavorting. At other times seacraft can be seen coming in under the arch to dock. The lagoon is large enough to fill a quarter of the length of the bowl. A path winds out along a ledge out to the docks to the southwest, the lagoon to the west and the bowl to the east.


The waters of the lagoon reflect the night sky above; dark, grey, sullen, though with the occasional flash of silvery light whenever one of the moons manages to penetrate the cloud. While the beach itself isn't iced up, the air is certainly chilly enough to warrant a heavier layer of clothing - such as the riding leathers Rou'x wears, coupled with mid-shin boots and her riding jacket. It's possibly the first time she's been seen to be dressed like a 'real' rider in the short time she's been back. It's also possibly the first time she's been seen outdoors and without her lifemate nearby, because Indianath is nowhere to be seen along the far end of the beach, where Rou'x sits on the sand with her knees drawn up to her chest, looking thoughtfully out over the murky waters.

Is it fate, or luck, or the pull of the moon… pick one. Somehow, Arei is here, nice and tucked up as well as she can be in arm in a sling. She's up at the top of the beach, gazing down, and starts down to Rou the minute she sees her. A quick glance around shows Indy isn't around, which makes her relax a tiny bit. "Hey…" She offers a bit hesitantly, waiting to be shoved or punched, or left.

No shoving or punching here! Rou'x looks up at Areia, shifting how she's sitting to rest her elbow on her knee, and her chin in her hand. She smiles sheepishly up at the woman, simply taking a moment to look at her before extending a hand, fingers beckoning for her to take hold and sit, too. "Hi." There isn't even the scent of /booze/ around her - now /that's/ a first, if nothing else is!

"Hi." Areia echos. The hand is gazed at for a moment before she takes it, squeezing gently and settling down next to the brownrider. Her gaze wanders out towards the water and she sits quietly, for the moment. "I'm… sorry." She says finally in a sort of awkward way. "That wasn't really fair."

Rou'x keeps her grip on Areia's hand for as long as she's allowed; it's firm, warm, and not quite soft, given her work-roughened hands. The quiet is welcomed, and she breathes a heavy sigh when Areia speaks. "'S'alright," she replies, resting her chin in her hand again. "I don't reckon I were bein' all that fair either, truth be told." She shrugs one shoulder, tilting her head to look at the blonde woman. "I'm strugglin' n' feel like a shipfish outta water, Rei. I shouldn't've taken it out on you."

Areia inhales, holds it, then lets it out with a sigh. "Rou," She starts. "Look, I don't know what exactly happened… but I can piece together pieces, you know? It hasn't been said outright, but things happened, and you left…" She trails off, staring at the sand and scuffing one toe boot. "I'm not quite sure why you came back. I'm glad, honestly - I missed you. But I have this sneaky feeling that isn't going to be a widespread… thing."

"Western's home. I needed my home." Rou'x shrugs her shoulder again, leaning all of her weight forward and hugging her knees to her chest. She then rests her chin on them, sighing. "I reckoned if I came back, I were gonna be able to slip in like before, only it's makin' me feel more lost. Cain't even pull up the balls t'go speak t' Ila'den or anyone, t'see where I oughta be… I ain't got a clue what I'm doin'."

Areia nods. "I can understand that. And I don't know what you tell you." Her good hand snakes up to twist around Rou'x's arm, if she'll let her. "I'm here." She says simply. "I'm not Ila, or Ir'e, or anyone important, and I can't make all this go away. But even on the sidelines or in the background, I'm here. And I know it's not you fault for leaving. I mean, we weren't exactly… well.. all that close."

Rou'x allows it - she even takes it as an allowance to shift her weight and lean gently against Areia. "I bumped inta Ir'e when I first got back. He were livid, cos I sent our babies t'go live with my family - I reckoned it were a better thing for 'em, than t'be just dropped into the caverns wi' all the others. Rhabel came, n' he weren't much better, then that nasty shit've a teen, that pasty Na-fucker, whatever her name is -" Tension runs through her and she stops talking, taking a deep breath to calm herself. "I lost everythin' before I left. I thought I'd find it, shards, /replace/ it by goin' off n' diggin' up shit in Southern, but the more I looked, the more I missed what I had."

Areia is leaned against with no complaint. "I don't know what to tell you." She admits quietly. "It's all dragon and baby and weyrmate shit - I don't know any of that." There's a pause and then a wry addition. "-Naris-. Yes. She is the bane of my existance, at the moment. We even look at each other and we're both about to explode. It's amusing, up to a point." The amusement fades, though. "You lost everything… I can't help but ask, then. Why did you come back? Home is home, but…"

"I'm ain't so sure why, anymore." Rou'x sighs and slips into silence, looking down at where her fingers rest against her leather-clad knee. Her bottom lips comes out in a thoughtful pout, and she eventually sighs again, and shrugs. "Maybe I shouldn't've. I can just as easy shift t' Ierne, n' set up business there. It ain't a Weyr n' it's weird not sleepin' in stone, but I might better fit in, y'know? Cos I dunno, Rei. I ain't got a fuckin' clue what I'm doin' wi' anythin', let alone wi' bein' here."

Areia rubs her hand against Rou's arm. "I… ah, hell, Rou, what do I say?" She asks finally after a thoughtful pause. "It's not going to be okay and you know that, so there's no sense in even trying." She scrabbles up a bit awkwardly to kneel in front of the brownrider. "But running away won't help if you -honestly- want to come home. You know that, right? It's not going to be easy… especially with… them. It'll take time, at the -least-."

"I never were that patient." Rou'x snorts, resting her hands behind her in the sand when Areia shifts around in front of her. "Mebbe I oughta just get the stones t'go speak to Ila. I oughta apologise to him, if nothin' else… n' that'd be a start, right?" She leans forwards again, dusting off her hands on her thighs before she reaches out to take a gentle hold of the woman's shoulders. One hand wanders a little, fingers stroking over the line of Areia's jaw from cheek to chin before returning where they started. "I ain't never been one t' run away from shit. I just lost myself."

Areia snorts in quiet agreement. "You and patience don't mix." She agrees, then sobers. "It is a start, I suppose, although I wouldn't expect it to go well. What is he going to do?" She asks carefully. "I heard Ir'e… lost it." Her eyes close and head tilts slightly at the touch. "Don't run again." She asks, quietly, a bit different from what was snarled earilier.

The reaction to her touch has Rou'x tilting her head, looking at Areia curiously. She presses her fingers gently to the woman's cheek, her light brown eyes narrowed as she watches, thoughtfully. "Don' ever letcha best friend knock you up. It ruins /everythin'/." A soft snorting laugh follows, and without removing her touch from Areia, Rou'x shifts onto her knees, too. "If I've got folks after my hide, I'm gonna run. Different as it were, bein' down in Southern n' free n' all weren't all that bad, not while I were there n' in it. If the Weyrleader n' Weyrwoman ain't happy t' have me here, then I don't see I've gotta choice."

The reaction to her touch has Rou'x tilting her head, looking at Areia curiously. She presses her fingers gently to the woman's cheek, her light brown eyes narrowed as she watches, thoughtfully. "Don' ever letcha best friend knock you up. It ruins /everythin'/." A soft snorting laugh follows, and without removing her touch from Areia, Rou'x shifts onto her knees, too. "If I've got folks after my hide, I'm gonna run. Different as it were, bein' down in Southern n' free n' all weren't all that bad, not while I were there n' in it. If the Weyrleader n' Weyrwoman ain't happy t' have me here, then I don't see I've gotta choice."

Areia keeps her head still, but her eyes are amused. "I'll keep that in mind. Not that I have any interest or plans to be 'knocked up', thank you. I'll stick with runners." She shakes her head slowly. "People make mistakes. Hopefully they'll see through that." Although she's frowning. "Try the Weyrwoman first." She advises, then leans forward to press her forehead against the brownrider's. "And if you have to go - at least tell me, okay?"

Rou'x nods - which causes their noses to knock together, since they're so close. That makes her giggle, just quietly and for a moment, but the smile lingers on her lips as she curls her arm gently around Areia. When she speaks, her voice is dropped to a whisper, and she tilts her head just slightly so that her lips brush against Areia's cheek, close to the corner of her mouth. "You know all this flirtin' ain't gonna lead to no good, don'tcha?"

Areia winces at the nose knocking, even as she grins. "Oh, -right-" Her voice is a bit incredulous. "Because you've been soooooo innocent the minute you stepped back on Western's sands." She carefully moves so her bad arm is out of the way and leans forward. "And besides, I'm no good to begin with." There's a wink and then the woman is moving just enough to, hopefully, meet the brownrider's lips with her own.

Rou'x allows the kiss, but keeps it brief. When she pulls back she's smiling, and wrinkles her nose in amusement. "It ain't that I don't likeya, doll," the words whispered in the living caverns would certainly suggest she's got some warm and fuzzy-like feeling in that ample chest of hers, "but I needta know what you want, cos I ain't sure I wanta go n' make someone else pissed off by not meetin' their expectations, as it were."

Areia pulls back with a confused expression until it's all cleared up. Then she just smirks. "Expectations?" She repeats. "Well, I don't have any, so I suppose that shouldn't be a problem, right?" The humor is put away for a moment as her eyes turn serious. "I'm your friend, Rou. Anything else? Fine. But even without… more… I'm your friend. And, to be completely blunt, you're going to need friends from here on out."

"'Xactly; I'm gonna need friends." There's a hint of relief that crosses Rou's suntanned face at the lack of expectations. "I'm best at disappointin' people, Areia, n' I don't wanna do t'you what I didta Kee… if y'know that up front, n' you know that I ain't lookin' for nothin' in return, then… then I wanna…" Her eyes start to close as she leans in for another kiss, with her fingers curled gently around Areia's shoulder.

Areia just heaves a small sigh. "Darlin', you worry too much." She imitates the Reaches drawl as much as she can, which, honestly, isn't much. It does make her grin though. "Relax. It's me. The can't-even-hold-a-relationship-for-more-than-a-week girl." She slides her good hand up, fingers feathering against the brownrider's neck, and pulls her close for another kiss.

When the kiss breaks, Rou'x scrabbles her to her feet, then helps Areia to hers. "No strings. Ain't no strings, no jealousies, no nothin' - you n' me n' just /fun/, alright?" After stealing another kiss, Rou laces her fingers with the blonde's and tugs her along the beach. "It ain't much warmer in my weyr, but I got a bed n' blankets t' play under…" Sharp eyes will spot Indianath coming in to land further along the shore, where the brownrider is leading them.

Areia winces. "Watch the arm, the arm!" She complains as they go along, but thats it. "As long as you don't -break it again-, we're good. Oh, hi Indy. Um, don't mind me. I'm used to runners you know." She clings to Rou'x as good as she can.


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