Logs:A Wary Agreement
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| RL Date: 26 November, 2011 |
| Who: Lujayn, Giorda |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Giorda gets a second visitor. |
| Where: Headwoman's Office, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 4, Month 5, Turn 27 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: E'gin/Mentions, Iolene/Mentions, Tiriana/Mentions |
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| Headwoman's Office, High Reaches Weyr This room is too small to really serve as anyone's room but a little too big to be relegated to closet status. Oval in shape, it has a large wooden door that grants or bars access and smooth walls carved with inset shelves that hold tidy rows of scrolls and ledgers. To the right of the door, a table large enough for six to squeeze in at is often occupied by the assistant headwomen during tithe season and a pitcher of water and glasses stand ready to serve in its center at all times. Squarely in the center of the room is the headwoman's desk, a massive affair of well-polished wood and many drawers bearing neat stacks of hides, incoming and outgoing baskets, many paperweights and a glowbasket stand with several small baskets that allow the light level to be adjusted to suit the task at hand. The rear wall of the office, behind the desk bears a vividly hued tapestry depicting a tithing scene with wagons pulled into the Weyr being unloaded. To the left a small hearth shares a flue with the main fireplace in the common room and is capped with a stone mantel that currently holds a collection of small rocks, shells and other knick knacks that presumably belong to the Headwoman. It's later in the afternoon, now, and Giorda's stack of papers - reports on spring cleaning, if activities in the caverns have been anything to go by, these past weeks - has finally begun to diminish. The Headwoman looks tired, and keeps eyeing the door as if she's simply desperate to get out-- but really can't, at least, not quite yet. There's a soft knock at Giorda's door before Lujayn lets herself in, ducking her blonde head for a moment while making sure she isn't interrupting anything. "Headwoman Giorda," She greets the other woman, getting down to business without further pause. "A little bird told me I should speak with you regarding some weyrlings?" There's a slight question at the end of her statement, feeling out the situation. Giorda's hand freezes halfway to her pen, and she looks up at Lujayn; her gaze narrows slightly. Rather more loudly than is necessary, and in an accidentally over-acting kind of way, she suggests, "Oh yes, weyrwoman. I did want to talk to you about some things. Why don't you close the door and we'll have a chat about them?" Lujayn pushes the door shut with a terse nod, settling into an available chair. "So," Running one hand behind her neck, still trying to get things straight in her own mind. "E'gin says he wants your help with training Iolene, in addition to my time?" Still that questioning tone, sorting out the designs of determined youngsters. "If you can spare yourself, I think it would be beneficial. But it's an awfully big request, and I don't even know how she feels about it." "I assumed you were the goldrider he was talking about," says Giorda; now, her voice is unnaturally quiet, furtive in that over-emphasized kind of way. "I-- I'm willing to help. But I'm not willing to risk my position. And especially not if she isn't going to-- I don't want to get caught. I don't want to do this if it isn't worthwhile." She fastens Lujayn with a level glance, finally shaking her head. "I don't know if he understands what he's asking." "There aren't too many of us running around these days," Lujayn affirms in an attempt to lighten Giorda's mood, but drops that tack after a moment. "Probably not entirely," She rubs her temples. "He'll do anything to make sure the islanders succeed when they graduate. Including stepping over a lot of lines that aren't apparent to him. And," Throwing her weight behind the request, "I'm willing to do a lot more to help him. You don't have to do anything if you don't want to, Giorda. But if you decide on it, I'll do everything I can to protect you." Returning the gaze levelly, "I know I'm not your boss, but I know you're an asset to Reaches with your work. Helping Iolene can only help the Weyr, for the future." After a moment's pause, "That's what concerns me. I feel for them, Lujayn: I do. I'm just--" Unable to put her concerns into words, Giorda shakes her head. Still, the goldrider's support (or perhaps just her flattery) does seem to encourage the Headwoman, because after a moment's silence, that head shaking turns to a nod. "I will do it. I told him I would, and I do intend to. If she's willing. But it's for the 'Reaches, not for their exiles. Your boss and mine... she could send you away as easily as she could take my job away. But Iolene... she needs something." Lujayn's face isn't much more enthusiastic than the Headwoman's, but it's full of grim determination. "I agree completely." Seeing the papers on the desk and the pen laid aside, she shifts the chair back to stand. "For High Reaches." The goldrider offers a smile. "Thank you. If there's anything else, don't hesitate to call for me." "For High Reaches." Perhaps repeating that - again - will reassure Giorda further, though if it does, it shows only in tiny increments upon her plain features. She manages to return that smile, however, inclining her head forward as she agrees, "I will. And the same-- if there's anything I can do, you know I will. For the weyr." Looking more reassured for both their sakes, some of the tension leaves Lujayn's demeanor as she reaches for the door. "I won't forget." She lets herself out as quietly as she came, one thing resolved only to put others on the table. But it's a start. A start. But one that has Giorda eyeing the door warily, long after Lujayn has disappeared behind it. |
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