Reassuring Lisle

Ista Weyr - Sable Sands(#3306RJM)
The Sable Sands, Ista's place for relaxation and entertainment in a child-free environment, stretches out before you. Once an old ground-access weyr, the place has been turned into a nightclub catering to riders and weryfolk alike. Dark shadows drift over booths that line one wall, the conversations and actions of the booths' occupents afforded some small sense of obscurity and privacy from the rest of the bar. Glossy black tables and chairs are scattered across the middle of the floor before the stage that sits opposite the main doors, while a long bar lines the opposite wall from the booths. The bar is a fine piece of furniture, its brass fittings shining bright and wood polished to a fine sheen. Brass-legged barstools covered in soft black leather are pulled up to its counter, often crowded as still other patrons push up to it to make their orders. Tropical plants fill in the corners, their huge pots set on rollers so they can be pulled outside during the day. A discrete sound system can be found recessed in the walls, piping either recorded or live music as the day dictates to every corner of the club.
A wide selection of wines, spirits and juices can be ordered from the barstaff, and a constant pot of klah is kept brewing. Towards the end of the bar, a large machine can be seen, its copper fittings gleaming in the light - a klappachino machine for those with more 'refined' tastes.

Evening at Ista, and there are a few people gathered inside the Sands themselves, but the majority of the patrons are outside on the patio, enjoying the nice weather. However, L'ton is not one of those, for he's settled in a booth out of the way, by himself, with a drink in hand. A drink which he swirls around absently, mixing the pale orange liquid and causing the ice cubes to click against each other as he does so, staring at it rather blankly.

The Sands is not a place oft frequented by Lisle unless dragged or coaxed here. Yet tonight here she is..alone, wading through the crowd on the patio, who are no doubt enjoying the sea breeze, to make it inside on the bar. She looks a bit out of sorts to those that may know her, brow furrowed a bit, hair loose about her shoulders and the damp ends trailing down her back when normally she wears her hair up in coiled braids or such. There have no doubt been some quiet mumblings of goings on between her and a candidate, a candidate and a 'rider', and several permeations thereof. Instead of ordering her regular juice or water she does order something alchoholic, A nice fruity cocktail with an umbrella, waiting at the bar until it is complete.

The Sands is truly a great place to people watch though, for someone who's got nothing in particular to do. And so, watching L'ton does, this time his gaze settling on the strangely attired Lisle, watching her progress through the establishment with a wrinkle of his forehead. But then, as it seems she's actually ordering a drink, he waits to catch her attention, sliding slightly further down the seat to pat the spot next to him, in an open invitation.

With drink in hand Lisle looks about the place for someplace to sit before she notes the beckoning of L'ton. There is a pause, before a touch of relief on her features. She takes a breath before walking over to the man and sliding down into the booth with him, "You look about how I feel.." She remarks with a half smile on her lips. Despite her current mood, Lisle has otherwise been more outgoing of late. Reports of her laughing along and enjoying herself at the hatching game, spending time on the company of the candidates instead of keeping to herself. Definately getting out more and whether it was just the right 'time' for her to finally pick herself up and move on, or whether those rumours have something to do with it…who is to tell.

L'ton actually gives Lisle a smile as she joins him, flipping a hand over to rest it palm up on the table as an offering. "Just got a lot ta think about, ya know?" He offers softly, before taking a sip. "Glad Ah ain't stuck entertaining any of them peoples, anymore. Though, Ah know those eggs are gonna hatch soon, and then Ah'll be busy again." The glass is returned to the table, before he's grinning a bit more. "How're ya holding up, Lis-dear? How's the ankle?"

Lisle looks down at the offered hand and raises her own hand up to rest upon it, closing her eyes briefly, as her other hand wraps around her cocktail glass. She nods at the first question. "Yeah..that I do as well. I did not want to do it in silence for once." She replies with a soft sigh as she opens her eyes once more and takes the first drink of the cocktail before setting it back to the table once more. "Ah yes..the parents and Craftmasters are starting to arrive. Ista Hall is putting up the Masters and visiting Lords and Ladies…the caverns are as prepared as usual for the rest." Yes that time when parents come up to Lisle and ask questions as if she had control over who the eggs impressed to. She tilts her head back against the booth, "Ah it is ok, just a little strain. The wrapped it up it but it already feels better…" Her voice trails off as if she wanted to say more to answer the question but turns her head to look at L'ton instead, "And you..it is not oft I see you alone these days?"

L'ton folds his hand gently around hers, giving her a reassuring squeeze. "Ah hope everything's okay, lil'bit? Ah mean, Ah know Ah probably ain't the one ya're gonna wanna talk about it with, but ya know ya can, if'n ya need. As long as one of them parents don't steal meh first. Shards, Ah'd be happy ta pretend ta be talking with ya, just ta keep them away." He winks at that statement, though there's probably at least a shred of truth it in, for all the teasing tone in his voice. As she turns to look at it, he gives her a bit of a smile. "M'iken decided ta come here. Her and Meluth really like Ista, ta, so Ah think its a good thing. But, she's working on some leatherwork, so, Ah didn't wanna get in her hair."

There is at least a smile at his words of escaping and M'iken, laughing softly even if there is little to it, "I think that is an excellent idea. Surely people will not interupt a very important meeting of a Weyrsecond and the clutchmother." She smiles a bit at that. "Ah yes yes, living with a crafter. Whenever Andy was composing or practicing…I would work elsewhere. So things are working out well with her then?" She asks as she watches the rider at her side before her gaze shifts back down to their hands as she ponders how to answer the first question posed. "Everything is wonderful…and terrible." She finally says with a sigh as she tilts her head back once more. Her free hand drawing out a necklace from the neckline of her top. A gold and sapphire tear drop on a chain. "I have an admirer…"

"Well, Ah think it is. Ah mean, we have our ups and downs, but Ah mean, who doesn't?" L'ton shrugs a bit, giving her hand another bit of a squeeze. "Ah did promise one of the candidates though, that Ah'd show her parents 'round when they get here, if'n she can't after the Hatching. Guess her da is a historian, and would love ta see the wall of names." Oh, the things L'ton manages to volunteer himself for. At her words, he wrinkles up his nose. "Terrible ain't good, lovey." He offers, trying to cheer her up, though he arches an eyebrow at the appearance of the necklace, his other hand leaving the glass and reaching to touch it, should she not move away. And then he's staring at her, tilting his head. "Then, are ya really seeing that boy?"

Lisle nods to L'ton, "It is the downs that help us appreciate the ups…make us realize that we can cope with both." Lisle says softly of the matter of relationships as she listens to the talk on the parents. "Aye..some of the weaver crafters have been following me around. I was able to at least pass a couple to X'hil." She laughs a bit at that and looks down as L'ton reaches for the necklace around her neck and she swallows. Perhaps waiting for words of judgement. "I…he..yeah. He has been…I suppose you can say..chasing me before he was searched. I finally let myself be caught. I had forgotten what it was like…to be held by someone." She sighs softly and closes her eyes. "There are days..I wonder what in the name of Faranth I am doing…and other days where..I just want to give in completely..what is wrong with me?" Besides finally after nearly three turns finally opening herself up again?

"Shouldn't ya be happy ta show them weavers around though? Ah mean, as part of yer craft duties?" L'ton offers softly, still amused, and slightly teasing her. "Ta bad yer stuck on the Sands, Ah at least can beg off cause of a meeting somewhere else." L'ton doesn't say anything, simply listening to her words as his attention slips back down to the necklace, shaking his head with a soft sigh. "Ah just dun want ya ta get hurt, Lis. Tis all, if'n yer happy though.." And then he's dropping his hand from her necklace, and moving to mayhaps touch his fingers to her cheek as she sighs and closes her eyes. "There ain't nothing wrong, with enjoying someone's company Lisle." And then he's tilting his head. "But, ya said it t'was terrible.. what happened?"

"Some I do not mind…just..been a bit distracted of late." She explains and actually tilts her head to his shoulder as he touches her cheek, a faint smile drawing to her lips. She nods to his words as her fingers rise up to touch on the pendent. "I enjoy the time we are together…I feel…more alive then I have in turns since…you know. He makes me feel…desired and wanted. Alive. He reminds me of Andy sometimes…and yet…so different." There is a soft wistful tone to her voice. At the latter question she laughs a bit, "Rules…obligations…expectations. I ..and he are bound by them and have remained..faithful to them." And she is sitting here extremely 'frustrated' because of them, and that thought makes her suddenly blush, her skin becoming warm beneath his hand.

"Ah suppose Ah can understand that. Ah must say, there is a candidate who Ah've found quite intriguing, so Ah can't really say anything." As she tilts her head to his shoulder, he drops his hand from her face as she blushes, and moves to wrap it around her back gently, giving her a gentle hug. "Oh Lis, if'n its meant ta work out, it will. Maybe he won't Impress, or if'n he does, there's plenty of time afterwards. Ah mean, if'n he's a candidate, he ain't that old." He teases her gently, giving her another squeeze. And then he's tilting his head to watch her as she blushes, shaking his head. "What's got ya so red, lil'bit?"

"Oh I know all that in my head…and well my heart is rather divided. I am not sure if I love him or just …long for him." Lisle sighs at that odd distinction, "I have only had Andy and…well him to compare to..and its not like I felt for Andy." She says awkwardly, not quite sure how to explain it without saying too much about another past dealing. "We have told each other that. Should he impress he will be too busy to worry about such trifles as an old weyrwoman and I plan to return to full duties so I should hopefully keep busy enough…" Thats what she keeps telling herself anyway, noting their age difference. At the last question she seems to glow even brighter, "Oh…yes..the terrible..I have never desired…well..you know..so much before.." She says, still a bit restrained enough to call it for what it is.

L'ton chuckles softly. "Lis, it happens. Yer a woman, and it happens." And he gives her another squeeze, shaking his head as he watches her with amusement. "Ya've kept yerself blocked off 'cept fer flights fer turns. And, Ah realize that ya loved Andy, and yer always gonna love Andy, but sometimes ya gotta do things fer yerself. And, desiring that is perfectly normal, ya shouldn't feel bad about it." Of course, if it happens to be with a weyrling, perhaps things could get a little messy. "Oh, Lis-dear, ya ain't old. Ya ain't no older than me, sweets." He attempts to comfort her, giving the hand he's claimed a bit of a shake, before he reluctantly lets go to reach for his drink, for a slow sip.

At L'ton's words a weight seems to drop from Lisle's shoulders. Yes this is normal and Okay. He does not think any less of her for it. She is just behaving like a woman so long denied the fruit and suddenly presented with the juiciest ripest form. She has not gone crazy. There is a soft sigh slipping from her lips and she shifts the hand from the pendent to the hand wrapped around her, releasing his other hand so he can get his drink. "Part of me..just..wants to give in L'ton…as well with him. We have decided …to stay away from each other until the hatching." So explains the 'terrible'. "If we give in now…despite the rules…it will just make it all that harder should he impress." To have just one bite of the fruit then have it taken away is far more difficult then to never bite at all.

"Oh, mah dear…" L'ton's shaking his head softly, offering her his glass after he takes a sip, trying to give her a bit of a smile. "Ah dunno whether ta say Ah hope he dun Impress fer both of ya, or that he does, cause y'all be able figure out how much of it is what." Not that lust is bad, by any means. As her hand takes his, he carefully shifts to fold his fingers through her, even as he keeps his arm around her, giving her another gentle shake. "Dun worry, Lis-bit. Ah promise, ya ain't doing nothing wrong. Most women would have given in by now."

Lisle shakes her own head, "No…that I will not wish. I wish for him what I wish for everyone that will step on the sands." She says fervently as she looks up to him, "I have gone this long…if it is meant to be…another turn will make little difference. He may yet find another..younger…I may find another…" She sighs softly again and drops her head back to his shoulder once more. Most said to convince herself she will cope and she is a strong woman inside despite her frail seeming nature on the outside. "It was far too close tonight.." She says in a whisper and closes her eyes.

L'ton tilts his head to pillow it gently on top of hers even as she leans into his shoulder, and he's shifting, trying to turn far enough sideways in the booth to wrap her up with both arms, giving her a long, supportive hug. "It happens, Lis. Ah promise. But, ya were both strong, and nothing happened." Gently, he smooths her hair, rocking her gently as he keeps her pulled close, not making any move to reject her, when it seems that she needs acceptance more than normal. "Ah'll do whatever Ah can, Lis, ya know it."

As his arms go around her, Lisle just sits there getting strength from the embrace, tucking in her arms and resting her head on his chest. Perhaps an odd scene for others in the bar, another bit of fodder for the rumour mill? She remains quiet for a long time, needing this…enjoying this simple support. Much better then curling up in bed crying over something she can't have. "Thank you L'ton…I know you will…" She murmurs softly, her voice muffled against his chest. Yes she views him as a friend, seeing this nature of him perhaps more than others…who know only L'ton the Bronzerider extraodinaire.

L'ton, the Bronzerider of Doom, who can impregnate a women simply by looking at her? Though, given that it is L'ton, the rumor mill is just as likely to simply ignore it, as its really nothing out of the ordinary for L'ton to be seen cuddling with this person or that. As she burrows into him, he gently rubs her back, twisting a bit of her hair out of habit, resting his chin back on top of her head. "Just dun be afraid ta ask, if'n Ah can do something, kay?" He waits for reassurance, even as he continues to gently pat her back, lending her strength.

That perhaps Lisle was one of the few he didn't…well that would be something the healers can explain, she just can't anymore. She just keeps her eyes closed as the turmultous feelings inside slowly ebb away to replaced by…if not peace, at least something more manageble. Finally she looks up and there is moisture on her eyelashes, "I won't…I should have talked to someone before now…I just…I had to realize it was ok first. I am not Weyrwoman anymore. We have not broken rules…it is not wrong to want to feel affection…desire. Just…incredibly bad timing." All those fears just voiced and dealt with. She laughs a bit sadly at the last bit as she slowly sits up a bit straighter.

L'ton gently pats Lisle's back a bit more, even as she straightens, unwilling to totally let go, considering her moist eyelashes. Gently, he reaches to wipe the moisture away from her eyes, giving her a bit of a reassuring smile. "O'course its okay. Sides, yer a goldrider, if'n something had happened, it would have been okay." And he rests his hand back on her cheek. "Lisle, yer a lovely woman. Ya just have ta figure out what ya want, cause ya deserve it."

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