Logs:A Mission for Rhey
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| RL Date: 17 November, 2014 |
| Who: Edyis, Rh'mis |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Edyis needs a favour. |
| Where: Eastern Bowl, High Reaches Weyr / Mountain Meadow |
| When: Day 17, Month 4, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
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>---< Eastern Bowl, High Reaches Weyr >--------------------------------------<
Ringed by rough granite walls to all sides but one, this end of the huge
bowl narrows from the even broader plain to the west, continuing the ever
so slight downward slope toward the blue and green of the Weyr's lake and
surrounding foliage. More open to sun and wind than the western bowl, but
less frequented when there aren't weyrlings in residence, the bowl's
grassy tufts keep the topsoil in place and thicken into a bloodstained
meadow within the feeding pens that adjoin the lake.
At the base of the surrounding cliffs lie entrances to several caverns,
including the dragon infirmary and the weyrling barracks: the former to
the northwest near where the spires begin, the latter opposite to the
southwest. Both archways are large and dark enough for any dragon to pass
through, but it's the infirmary's that is haunted by faint smells of
redwort and numbweed, as though over generations they have seeped into the
very stone. To the southeast, between the weyrling area and the lake,
there are a handful of structures built into the floor of the bowl,
standing out amidst otherwise an empty space.
Fog begins to coalesce in the very early morning hours and lingers
throughout the day, soft and still and clammy.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
Edyis F 19 5'4" athletic, brown hair, brown eyes 18s
Rh'mis M 19 5'6" Scrawny, Brown hair, Blue eyes 0s
----------------------------------< Exits >---------------------------------
Guest Weyr Dragon Infirmary Weyrling Area Feeding Grounds Craft Area
Lake Shore West Bowl
>-----------------------------------------< 17D 4M 36T I10, spring morning >---< Sunlight streaming through the fog makes for a picturesque morning in High Reaches, the subtle signs of springtime in the air despite the chill. A particular young lounge worker makes her way across the eastern bowl with purpose in her stride, having just finished up her shift in the lounge to judge by the state of her. Still the night, or day as the case may be is still young. Edyis seems quite intent on catching a particular young brownrider before he manages to slip off into some shadowy fortress of solitude or something to that effect. Iceberg's drills are breaking up just as Edyis crosses the bowl; she's got good timing. It's true that Rhey is not generally inclined to stick around after them, and, indeed, as the other riders congregate about each other, he's already slinking back to Rosvelth-- freedom is within his grasp. He's not noticed Edyis; if he's very, very likely, he'll continue to not notice her until he's safely away. It's a pity his luck has never been all that good, isn't it? (Pity, good thing; one or the other). "Oh, Rhey!" Edyis calls out in an appropriate attention calling sing-song tone that drags out the vowel. She seems to skirt about the congregation of Iceberg riders (in fact one might notice she gives them quite the wide berth), focused solely upon catching her target. "Got a minute or twenty?" She asks grinning. Caught. Rhey freezes, one hand on Rosvelth's straps, though he's yet to actually begin pulling himself up towards the brown's neckridges. After a moment's pause, he turns, regarding Edyis levelly, albeit with a less-than-pleased expression. "What?" It's not very gracious. "Good to see you are in an excellent mood. What is it with brownriders anyway?" She muses all too cheerfully. "I wanted to know if you were going to come to the poker game tomorrow night? Or if maybe you decided it wasn't your sort of thing... I haven't seen you at the last couple." "Been busy," is Rhey's excuse for that, or maybe it's just that he's long since proved to be not very good at poker... or pretends as much. He lets go of his brown's straps, folding his arms in front of him, gaze fixed squarely upon Edyis. "Been a lot of that going around." She admits, with a sigh, tucking an escaped hair behind her ear while suppressing a smirk at the change in stance. "Look, I've meant to catch you for a while since turnover but things ... needed taking care of." Her nose wrinkling in disgust at the last. "You are better at it than I am." She may not entirely mean poker from the intonation. Visibly uncomfortable, now, Rhey's gaze shifts towards his wingmates, and then back towards Edyis before, abruptly decisive, he gives a sharp nod towards his dragon. "Not here." Presumably, he means her to climb on up, though that's surely going to attract plenty of attention in and of itself. Climbing on a dragon probably wasn't exactly what she had in mind, but, he is right. This really isn't the place for it, and she too seems increasingly uncomfortably aware of his wingmates and the brown. "As you wish." She decides with a grimace, acting on the presumption and efficiently climbing up. It raises a few cat-calls from a handful of Iceberg riders; Rhey ignores them, climbing up after Edyis without another word. Rosvelth's pleasure is audible - a thrum that resonates through his hide and up to his passengers; he takes off after a moment, gliding upwards through the foggy skies and not (glee!) straight back to his ledge. His rider's silence lasts until they land again, safe, in a mountain meadow not unlike the one most of the weyr (if not Rhey himself) picnicked at not so long ago. "Now," he says, then, quietly. Rosvelth's probably not the only one gleeful that the ledge is not where they end up. She scowls at the noisemakers until they are no longer in sight, as though she could scorch them to ash with a mere thought. She mutters as she slips down, and Rhey has her full attention. "Right, what was I saying?" Her irritation dissipating now that it's source is gone. "You are better at it than I am, the whole information collection thing." Rosvelth... look, it's not his fault he's so inclined to try rolling in the dirt (as best he can, which is, granted, not all that well) once the two people are out of his way. His rider doesn't spare him a glance, instead turning his attention back upon Edyis, arms folding in front of him again. "Had more practice than you," he says, with a shrug. "One way of putting it I suppose." She says of practice, her gaze going over to the rolling brown though she does try not to stare at him, not very sucessfully. "Still facts are facts, are any of your contacts in Nabol still viable? Or pretty much useless since you impressed?" Rh'mis' gaze turns outwards, focusing in upon the distant mountains rather than Rosvelth or Edyis; if he's any reaction to the question, it's certainly not visible upon his face. "Some," is the eventual answer, careful and cautious. "Things are different at Nabol, now." Tevrane, not Rone, not Ustelan. "What do you need?" "Different is part of what concerns me. I haven't been in a hold proper for a long time. I'd like to know how Lady Tevrane's interactions with the minor holdings are going. If you hear anything - strange. " This, finally, draws Rhey's attention back towards the other teen. "I can ask," he says, cautious. "But. 'Strange.' What do you mean by that? What do you need?" "Anyone selling off a lot of personal property or livestock, or seeming to have sudden increases in livestock, tithe figures not adding up. That sort of thing." She explains, "I don't think you'll find anything but I would like to know if you do." Not generally given to much by way of expression, Rhey nonetheless shows a hint of something, now; interest, perhaps? Thoughtfulness? "I'll see what I can find out," he promises, with a flex of his fingers, arms now uncrossing. "Thanks, I appreciate it and I owe you one." She replies with a smile, relaxing herself. "There was one other thing I wondered." Her expression turning a bit mischievous as she studies him more closely. "I could have sworn I saw someone who looked quite a bit like you going down after a hit at turnover in Monaco. You wouldn't know anything about that would you?" Baldly; "No." Those arms may be crossing again. Where 'may' is 'very definitely.' She frowns at the arms crossing, actually she looks rather depressed by it. "Too bad, I'd have liked to buy him a drink." She states with a shrug and a smile. "He seemed like the sort who knows how to have a little fun now and then." If Rhey's aware of Edyis' disappointment, he shows no sign of it. Nor does he say anything. Instead, reluctantly, Rosvelth rolls himself back up on to his feet and shakes himself off; apparently it's time to go home. |
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