stonefaith: (kiss me quick)
Bariyan Kozar ([personal profile] stonefaith) wrote in [community profile] exsiliumlogs2014-01-11 06:02 pm

[closed]

Date & Time: 01/13, morning
Location: ALONG THE FROZEN THAMES
Characters: Syllona and Bariyan
Summary: sledding !!
Warnings: n/a




[ Bariyan's sitting at the edge of Exsilium, along the approximate shore of the Thames. The sled's still on the ice, with its cargo, and the harnesses are empty. The dogs are out and about, wandering, eating, resting, doing what sled dogs do. Bariyan waves at one and whistles her over. He digs around in the bucket at his side and tosses her a chunk of frozen meat once she's close enough.

He gives the bucket a rattle when that's done, and doesn't receive much of a reply. That's the last one, then. A few more minutes, and it'll be time to get going again.

Bariyan yawns and keeps watching the dogs. His attention is absolute. Nothing that walks on less than four legs is in his thoughts right now. ]
lexiconning: (my brain and tongue just met)

[personal profile] lexiconning 2014-01-12 07:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ That makes sense, so at least this man isn't suspicious. Outwardly, anyway. ]

I'm Syllona of-- [ Her turn for pause, but more due to a snout nudging her leg. She yips, and hops a step away from the dogs. She sputters.] N-nnot. Wolves.
lexiconning: but there ain't no knob (and I'd like to turn em down)

[personal profile] lexiconning 2014-01-14 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
I, I can see that...

[ A gulp follows the sentence, Syllona frowning as the dog moved closer. Really, she wants to kick herself for it, but looking at it's open mouth all it takes is one glimpse of teeth approaching (no matter how innocently) and she's backing away.

...As well as she can, through the snow.
]
lexiconning: skin tucked in and meatside out and shot (they just stand there on a streetcorner)

[personal profile] lexiconning 2014-01-14 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Her eyes are still on the dogs, wide and blinking before she snaps up to look at Bariyan. There's just the beginning of tears welling but she rubs them away viciously and side-steps away, mumbling from under her arm. ]

Fine. No problems here!
lexiconning: and they don't even rhyme (kids screamin from too much beat up)

[personal profile] lexiconning 2014-01-14 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Nope! No way!

[ Except yes, yes she is, dogs are terrifying. But she doesn't want to be, either. The moment she's sure the tears aren't showing she lowers her arm, sucking in a deep breath. ]

Its, um, just that I haven't come out this far before. [ Double whammy lie. ] The cold is getting to me.
lexiconning: and a cliche in our time (Default)

[personal profile] lexiconning 2014-01-14 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A coat? Syllona is slow to react, uncertain of the gesture but... a big, warm coat is a hard thing to turn down. She curls her fingers into the edge and shifts in closer, watching the ground. ]

Er... Just, learning the area. [ She moves a foot and feels the slow give and crunch. She frowns. ] M'not used to s-snow.
lexiconning: (the consequence of sounds)

[personal profile] lexiconning 2014-01-15 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ A beat. ]

No. You either?

[ She trails along, further off and going on tip toes to better keep him in view. ]
lexiconning: (got a soundtrack in my mind)

[personal profile] lexiconning 2014-01-16 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
Oh... [ The question has her scrunching her face in thought -- she stopped counting recently. She shifts her hands to poke her fingers out of the coat. One, two, three... Syllona nearly yells next, lowering the volume as she goes. ] Oh!! Ah-about eight months. [ A smile is ducked and hidden. ] I'm fifteen.

[ It's a good long moment before she answers again. staying put where she is, watching the dogs... She comes a little closer, at an angle where Bariyan is more between her and the sled team. ] Mmaybe.
lexiconning: (my words don't travel far)

[personal profile] lexiconning 2014-01-17 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah... I guess so. [ the bit of energy from her outburst makes the call over easier, thoughts not fully on the dogs when she makes her way over.

Its all the hesitation, she knows, that's the hardest part to get through so at Bariyan's instruction Syllona breaths in, then forces her hands to touch the harness. A poke first, feeling leather and watching the dog for any sign of snapping. A breath out when none comes, and she inches the rest of her fingers, gingerly, where his wants.
]

I can do that... Its easy. [ she's not looking at Bariyan when she says it, but she nods shortly; determined. ] If-if it stays still, I mean. Did the family you live with train them?