Logs:A Betting Number
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| RL Date: 11 July, 2014 |
| Who: Acele, Aishani |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Aishani meets Acele as she works in the Inner Caverns. They talk gambling. |
| Where: Inner Caverns, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 22, Month 3, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: A blanket of cold, dense fog fills the bowl with its oppressive presence and obscures vision. |
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| It's a chill, foggy night, which seems to be keeping most people in the caverns and down through the entrance into the bar, away from the damp cold. There's not too many people still working, but some linger rather than go to bed right away, chatting in small groups. Despite the fact that it's off-hours, when Aishani appears, some of the groups seem to suddenly want to be elsewhere entirely. Goldrider's here, clear out in case there's work to be done. The tall, dark woman doesn't seem to be looking for anyone in particular as she steps into the caverns from the kitchen, but that doesn't change things. She either doesn't notice or isn't bothered. Acele is working, though. Or, maybe working. It's not clear if the weird assemblage of frame and pegs strung with string is *work*, neccessarily, but Acele is certainly worrying away at it, absently passing a shuttle to and fro while nibbling through a substantial bowl of nuts and just staring off into space at nothing in particular. It's as if her hands are operating completely independantly of whatever's passing (or not passing, as the case may be) through her head. She's seated against the wall, legs crossed out at the ankles, loom on her lap. Working makes it easier to hang around without looking like a loiterer, so score one for the weaver. Aishani makes her way along, arms folded, hands lost inside the jacket she's still wearing, huge fur collar attached. As she approaches Acele, she pauses to watch the work idly, not too concerned with what it is or how it works... just watching anyway, with dark eyes fixed on the shuttle for a beat. "What is that to have you working so late on it?" she asks, tone indicating mild interest. Maybe she's got nothing better to do than interrogate craft apprentices. "Bah!" And the shuttle is on the floor. Acele scrambles to retrieve it, and then picks at the edge carefully "Um. Sorry." she eyes the woman apprehensively. Perhaps suspiciously. "Just edging. They bring good marks and they're easy to carry around." She tilts the whole contraption, and sure enough it's a woolen edging you may find on a neckline or cuffs. Perhaps craftily engineered to tug on a Weyrperson's pursestrings, as it spells over and over 'Oh, we must give honor' in short enough repeats to not be cut off awkwardly. "It's not THAT late, is it?" she wincingly inquires. There's only a flick of her gaze to the runaway shuttle before Aishani just seems to pretend it didn't happen, ignoring Acele's scramble entirely. "No need to be," she says, with a little shrug. She bends down a little to peer at the edging, lips quirking faintly as she reads it. Straightening, "Not that late, but late enough that I'd expect most apprentices would be finding other things to do. But I suppose money is a good motivation. It certainly can motivate me." There's a sharp, quick smile before; "How long have you been at the Weyr?" Acele nods grimly before resuming her shuttle passing. She shrugs. "Not much else to do but make trouble or talk about people, right?" she rearranges her weaving, pulling unwoven warp down, passing woven band under and away, re-arranging cards. "Three turns. Before I had to spend most of my time up there." she vaguely flaps a hand towards the complex "But now I'm allowed out." She glances from the weyrwoman to her weaving and back again, undecided, before just plunging gracelessly on "How long have *you* been at the Weyr?" Tilting her head to one side, Aishani looks at Acele a bit more closely, bemused. "They must really stash you away in there. Though I go to Boll more often than not for what I need." Unapologetic, "Everyone's so busy here." And perhaps not up to her standards, given the way she's dressed, but at least she doesn't say it. At the question, her lips quirk again, but she considers, eyes bright. "I have to think about it, sometimes. Almost seven turns now. It feels... longer." She looks up at the rocky roof above, nose wrinkled briefly. Acele takes a moment to examine her nails cooly, then ruins the effecy by gnawing at a hangnail. "Yes, the large looms there do allow more flexibility. My Master came here because it's new." and at that she falls silent for a few shuttle picks, ever seeking the illusion of industry. "But the wools here are finer, and there's the llama, so he finds it very interesting." no comment on Acele's particular findings, but she'd be unlikely to express those anyway. "Seven! That's a good number though." she nods wisely. "A betting number. You should law a wager on the day." Dryly, "Yes, if you want to work in wool and have it appreciated, I suppose this is the place. There's never enough warm clothing to go around." Aishani's nose is wrinkled again, but now it seems to be in disgust with the weather. Fine brows arching, she wonders to Acele, "Do you find it interesting?" Just curious. As for betting, "I try to avoid gambling at home, but perhaps you're right. It would be nice to be lucky." Fingers worry a bit at a selvedge, then the whole project is set down in favor of the bowl of nuts, which upon closer inspection would appear to be candied. Acele's forehead wrinkles slightly "Find....wool interesting? Well, more interesting than linen or cotton, those are pretty much the same. At least with wool there is variety, and versatility!" So, *whoosh*, basically. "We're doing some nice things with summer weights, too." Sigh. "I'm not allowed to gamble, but it's sort of a tradition. Place a wager on anniversaries. It seems weird, though, away from home." "Wool. Your work. The Weyr. Any of the above. And I suppose there's that to be said about it." Aishani finds a nearby chair to perch on the arm of, unfolding arms to rest her hands in her lap loosely. "Summer." She sounds a bit wistful. "I wouldn't mind a look, then. Despite the wretchedly short summer, there's always South. And I imagine you could find someone to take a bet around here on something other than eggs... but perhaps the eggs are good enough. If I can't bet on my clutch, I can lay odds on this one." Another little shrug. "Where would 'home' be?" "Fort." no elaboration is offered. "And when has *interesting* ever been the main reason you can do anything? Unless you're fabulously wealthy, I guess. But if you're rich there's still *duty*" 'Duty' is pronounced the way some might say 'litterbox' or 'shed tunnelsnake skin'. Ugh, duty. "You can just go South? Don't you have...." a searching pause "things to do? You know.." Yeah, duty. The 'D' word. Acele offers the nut bowl. "Oh, I don't think I could bet on eggs." Nodding as if she's suddenly enlightened, Aishani reaches into her jacket to pull out a flask, slender and silver. As she uncaps it, "Interesting, I suppose, ought to be a reason you do some things. As for duty, well. I'd guess that all depends on how much you believe in it. And well... I do what I have to, and when I'm done that, I have other uses for my time." Which is to say, yes. She waves off the nut bowl, offering a quick smile. "Why not? Everyone else does, it seems like." Acele huffs uncomfortably, easing herself on her chair "It just seems...irreverent. I guess." Crafters, right. She shrugs and pops another handful of nuts into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully "Well, you have to do SOMETHING. And what's interesting usually isn't what keeps you clothed and fed. So, it's a bonus. Kind of. I guess." a yawn is swallowed, pooly hidden behind sticky fingers "Oh. Other uses? I thought riders were always Very Busy." With a purse of lips, thoughtful, "I suppose I can see that. At this point, I imagine it's more on the candidates, but same sort of thing, I'd guess." Aishani takes a drink before considering Acele, then recapping her flask and putting it away. She won't be said to be corrupting apprentices. She has to admit, "This is true. I'd always imagined that crafters might have a particular passion for their work, but in the end, it's just a job. Like everything else." The yawn might arch fine brows again, but she merely replies, "Without threadfall, Very Busy has downgraded to Somewhat Busy. In my estimation. Not that I was around then. But everyone's picking up little hobbies of late, so..." Her snort sounds amused, and not even a touch cynical "I mean, yes, sometimes. I have brothers and sisters who are rabid about their work. Just totally mad over it." Acele rolls her eyes expressively. "Most people I've talked to, though, just like something ok and can do it and that's good enough." She doesn't seem to be all that bothered by this revelation. Another yawn. "Well, hobbies are good. Make your extra marks where you can make them, stow them away. You could probably make a killing on imports." And now she eyes the rider appraisively "Though it would be hard not to notice you popping in and out." The second yawn is enough of a cue to have Aishani kicking her feet out to stand, though she notes, "It's nice when someone dressing you is like that. Then they're keen enough on making a name that they give you things for free." Or give her things for free, anyway. "But it's like that for riders as well. Not the bond, that's something else... but the job doesn't have to be about duty. It depends who you are." Something about Acele's remarks cause her to flash another grin, before, "I help my family with a little of that. And Iesaryth's a bit noticeable, true. But we all like to hop around a bit." A pause before, "I'm so sorry. I never got your name. Then I'll leave you to work or to bed, either." Acele snorts "Free. They just know they'll get twice the business from it." Oh, so young to be so jaded. Heavy eyes blink deliberately "Sometimes, though, those are the crazy ones. It's easier to learn from someone who is a little more...." she searches the ceiling for the word, and apparently finds it. "Deliberate. Less caught up in the theoretical. I've seen some passionate drapers made mad clothing. just...MAD." hands flap around to indicate 'totally crazy' but might also suggest an invasion of gnats. Regardless, she then bends to retrieve her little loom "I should be off to bed, though. Lots to do tomorrow. Oh. Sorry. I'm Acele. Apprentice." A hand is formally offered. Grinning at all of that, Aishani can agree, "I can't see some of the drapers and such I've worked with actually teaching." She nods for having lots to do - don't we all - then takes the offered hand firmly, with a brief smile. "Aishani. As I said, Iesaryth's." It seems like she thinks the introduction unnecessary, but goes through the motions anyway. "Have a good night, Acele. I'll come by the complex sometime." Moving away from the chair, she moves deeper into the caverns, giving a little wave before putting hands in pockets as she disappears. |
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