So. Much. ANGER.

Characters Alexa, Alekzandyr
Synopsis Two teenagers in a garden. There are irrational teenage feelings (mostly anger)
Out-of-Character Date November 14, 2018

Igen Weyr - Hydroponic Gardens
Vibrant sights and smells greet visitors to a lush desert oasis that oughtn't exist here in the crater of Igen Weyr. Everywhere one looks, lush greenery waves lazily, hiding growing lights and the fixtures which give off the subtle lighting. The cavern, a natural bubble in the rock, is mostly round - there is no closure to the outside, and there's a tapering off at the back before exploding into another bubble further back. One can just see that the next "room" leads to yet another room even further back.

There is no set aisle through the plants. Walkways meander here and there, sand heaped along the floor and kept warm by whatever device gives the Hatching Grounds their warmth. The heat is not as intense here, but the mist generated by clever automatic sprayers lends humidity to the air. Tubs of various depths and sizes are scattered higgeldy piggeldy, and the plants in them seem to have no rhyme or reason. Aromatic scents give the hint that kitchen herbs and useful vegetables have been scattered among the decorative flowers and trees.

The chain of rooms are obviously a newer addition, perhaps onyl a few decades old. Insects buzz about everywhere, and there is a quiet twitter of avains and firelizards, who seem quite at home here among the vegetation. Near the door, a wooden rack holds a few pairs of shoes, encouraging visitors to go barefoot.

Summer in Igen is a lot like spring in Igen. Which is a lot like Fall in Igen. Which is a lot like WINTER in Igen. Which is to say: IT'S ALWAYS SO GODDAMN HOT WHY DO WE BOTHER TO CALL THEM SEASONS IN THE FIRST PLACE?! Except for night time, which becomes HOMG HOW CAN IT BE SO COLD WHEN IT WAS SOOOOO HOT EARLIER?! ARGH! EFF THIS DESERT!!!! Which are exactly the words that Alexa has chosen to describe their new home, penned with emotional flourish into her journal complete with multiple exclamation points (because one is NOT ENOUGH to get her feelings across!), lots of underlining, and ANGRY LETTERS. Because it's not enough to read the words, one must feel the anger! (AND IT BURNS, IT BURNS SO HOT! LIKE THE DESERT!). But with a huff — and it is a very audible huff — her pen gets shoved between the pages, the book gets slammed shut, and she seriously contemplates throwing it across the garden because she's sixteen turns old and SHE HAS FEELINGS! And those feelings MUST BE EXPRESSED! But instead of destroying her book (or the garden) she'll just disturb the peace with an indignant and righteously angry, "I hate this place!" to her no-doubt plant-adoring and within-close-proximity brother. And why does she hate this place? Who knows. She's a teenager, she doesn't NEED a reason!

You know who else was a teenager? Alek. He was standing towards the back of the hydroponics with his own journal, which contained less vented frustrations than it did drawings of plants as well all the mixtures, concoctions, tinctures and solvants that they could be made into. That and, other things. Oh, he could hear his sister scribbling away back there, only able to wager a guess as to what it might be that she was so indignant about but not about to ask. He liked his head where it was and he was busy with something at the moment. Finishing up the line he was working on, it's about then that Alexa's outrage reaches critical mass with the slamming of her book, and as calmly as ever he simply put his pen down and turns towards her as she screams in his general direction. Pale green eyes widen only a touch before he exhales, wishing to approach this as carefully as he could. The slightness of a smile, not at all indicative of any sort of emotion one way or another, "What can I do to help?" Not that he was at all the more chill of the twins, able to get just as furious as his sister given the right set of circumstances but he was trying to keep her from going postal and wrecking his sanctuary of green.

It's not as though that anger is directed toward her brother. Oh no, never! Alek is her partner in crime, her soul-mate in the sense that they shared the same soul, the same blood, the same LIFE. Her twin. It isn't *at* him that she screams, but rather, *to* him that she looks. For vindication. For support and camaraderie. It was them against the world and right now? That world is IGEN. Unfortunately, there is very little that can be done about that world. And so, because Alexa cannot DO anything about it, she will just rage against it. There might even be a rage-fueled scream in there, though she does have some sense of propriety, and keeps it to a *mostly* acceptable level. Enough to get her point across. Not enough to send the rest of the garden's patrons fleeing for the hills (or the guards). There might even be some kicking of her feet, and shallow pounding of her fists, but she does draw the line when it comes to tearing up handfuls of grass because she loves her brother and her brother loves plants so… No destruction of botanical life. A dramatic sigh, and she flops back to scrub her hands over her face. "Nothing," she declares, the sound muffled because of said hand-scrubbing. "Unless you can turn off the sun. Or make it twenty degrees LESS FUCKING HOT, or make the SAND GO AWAY." Which is all impossible. And she knows it. "Why did we come here?" Because it was the ONLY PLACE THAT WOULD TAKE THEM BOTH (probably.).

Alekzandyr understood his sister's frustrations as well as shared them, he was just better at hiding it than she was. He offset the fact that they were trapped in a desert weyr by spending nearly all of his time awake here in the hydroponics, that time that wasn't doing whatever it was that his Journeyman had assigned to him. Being a healer meant that no matter what his focus was, he had to be in the infirmary getting a basic education, either through observation or actually seeing to real living and breathing patients. He faked an excellent bedside manner, by the way. The question remained: Did he really care? Eh. "If I could Allie, you know I would." Unfortunately for them both he was not made of magic, well, at least not the sort of magic that meant anything in this sort of situation. Strolling over to her, he crouches before her and reaches out into the space between them, brushing some hair behind one of her ears, "Because you love me and didn't want to be stuck halfway across the world from your only brother. Sorry about that," he says kindly, his affection for her in the trace of his fingers and tone of his voice. "Are you sure there isn't anything that I can do for you?" It pained him a bit to know that Alexa was unhappy, and he'd do just about anything to fix it if he could. "You want to go down to the creche and watch the toddlers fall over?" That was always good for a laugh.

Cue dramatic sigh number two. But Alexa is quick to follow it with a resigned, "I know," for her brother's offer to assist. Cause she knows he would, if he could. But he can't. Stupid physics. At least her rage is tempered by attention, some of her fire burning out just by having someone pay attention and validate her feelings of ANGER and HATE for this desert wasteland. "Yeah, I guess I do," she declares, shooting her brother a look, complete with stuck-out-tongue for his declaration of affection being the motivator for this self-imposed exile. "S'not like anywhere else would take me," she grumps. Which is half a lie; she probably could have gotten posted elsewhere, but it would have been ALONE and NOT WITH ALEK and therefore COMPLETELY UNACCEPTABLE. The third sigh is less dramatic, more acceptance, and she leans her head to the side — into those fingers — and offers him a much less sarcastic and RAGE-FUELED look. "No," on another sigh (she's just FULL of them), with a hint of a pout. "It's fine." It's not. It's really not. But there's nothing to be DONE about it. The mention of toddlers falling at least earns a grin. Not because she's a sadistic, heartless girl who laughs at the trials of tiny tots, but because it's just amusing to think that going to watch babies fall down might cure what ails her. Even if what ails her is HOMESICKNESS disguised as HATE FOR IGEN. Even if her home is Alek, and she'd never go back without him. There's just something about tall trees and chilly weather that she misses. "Maybe we can get one of those iced drink things." Cause that's not at all vague. "And maybe you can sweet-talk the bar-tender into spiking it with the good stuff?"

Alekzandyr would have to agree on that one. Stupid physics. If attention is what Alexa wanted then by all means he was more than happy to provide it, especially since those plants and journal weren't going anywhere. Nothing wrong with waiting until his sister was tucked away safe in her bed with less destructive thoughts full of regret. There's a short laugh and rolling of his eyes for her cheeky response to the implied affection, brushing some of her hair away from her shoulder before he cups the side of her face, "You're a beautiful, smart, independent woman…who wouldn't want that for their weyr? Nothing wrong with fluffing up her deflated ego either. Tutting, as she leans her face in against his hand, he leans forward and presses his lips to her forehead. He loved her deeply and Faranth help anyone who messed with her because he'd undoubtedly make a mess of them and not even think twice about it. There's a gustier type of laugh as she declines his invitation to watch small children fall over in their quest of two-legged walking, pushing himself up to his feet and offering her his hands so that he can help her to her feet. Sitting down on the ground was depressing, even if leaning up against a tree was slightly less so. At her request that they hunt down some iced drinks he blinks once and then sighs in a huff himself. Maybe it was catching? "Is that all I am to you? A means to talk cute bartenders out of alcohol?" Even as he loops an arm through hers and begins to escort her out of hydroponics. Of course he was going to DO it. Who doesn't like flirting with cute bartenders, especially if it means alleviating some of his sister's tension.

All that ego fluffing earns Alek a roll of her eyes and a stuck-out tongue. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." But there's a grin there, too. Something sassy and smirky and just a little bratty. And it remains in the wake of forehead kisses and gusty laughs. A quick reclaiming of her journal, the book and it's pen-turned-marker tucked beneath her arm before she claims that offer of a hand and hauls herself to her feet. Unnecessarily, there's a dusting of her hands across her rump, though there isn't so much as a blade of grass to send back to the ground. "Whatever," she asserts, reaching out to shove (gentle-ish) at his shoulder. "You asked what it is you can do. Flirting with the cute bartender is something you can do! It's a win-win," she decides. "I get booze, and you might get a date! Besides, you're prettier than me." It's cheekily said, but there's a measure of truth in those words. Alexa will be a beauty one day, but in the throes of adolescence, complete with it's unfortunate hormone-induced blemishes? She's not there yet. "But if you don't wanna, you can stay here with the plants and I'll get my own drinks."

"You keep that up and your face is going to be stuck like that," Alekzander sing-songs his way thought their lastest foster-mother's most favorite thing to say when one of them made any sort of face at all that wasn't a compliant and quiet smile. He's quick to join her in grinning, not bothered in the least by her sassy-smirky-brattiness, waiting for her to collect her journal before helping to pull her to her feet. Dropping her hand as soon as she claims a balanced stance, Alek's grin goes a little lopsided at her dismissal and shoulder bump, stagger stepping a bit before he reclaims his own sense of balance. "Maybe, we don't know who's on today," he says of win-win situations. Even if the bartender wasn't cute, he'd still flirt with him/her to get what he wanted and then be mysteriously called away before anything he might have promised could come to pass. There is a soft scoffing sound when she attempt to degrades herself by comparing herself to him, "I am not, we're twins. You're just as beautiful as I am." There was a note of seriousness in there, as well as a clear voicing of his very healthy self esteem. Alexa might have gotten the brunt of their adolescence to sit upon her face, but Alek didn't see it but rather past it and to that which resided beneath. Why no one else could see it was beyond him. "Oh don't you start, we're going." And with that, he pulls them both through the double doors and towards the local drinking establishment.

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