Logs:Afternoon Snacks
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| RL Date: 21 July, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Leova |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Lunchtime chat turns to discussion of impressions then and now. |
| Where: Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: 27D 4M 38T I10, spring afternoon |
| Mentions: Farideh/Mentions, Keysi/Mentions, Laine/Mentions, Lujayn/Mentions, Sh'dor/Mentions, S'trun/Mentions, T'mic/Mentions, Z'kiel/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to make any changes. |
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>---< Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr(#350RIJMas) >-------------------------<
Stalactites hang high above this enormous cavern like a jagged chandelier
or an inversion of the Spires themselves, but shadows cling to them
instead of light. Below lie great tables arranged in rows, each large
enough to serve a fighting wing, while in the nooks and alcoves around the
cavern's edge sit more sensibly-sized tables, from six- and eight-seaters
down to intimate spots for just a couple of diners. The only really open
space is around the kitchen entrance, smelling of food and rarely quiet,
and by the nearby serving tables with their long buffet of the day's
offerings.
Tapestries on the smooth walls -- some faded and others newly woven --
only slightly mute the sea of sound when a meal is in full swing, but they
add cheerfulness augmented by the glowlight from wall sconces and the
centerpieces of each table. Still, shadows always creep along the ceiling
and into the mouths of the exits -- the myriad small hallways at one end
of the cavern and, at the other, the twisting tunnel to the bowl near an
array of coathooks and and hatracks -- and late at night, when the glows
are allowed to dim, the chamber can seem very dark indeed.
This room is +watchable.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
Edyis F 21 5'4" athletic, brown hair, brown eyes 0s
Leova F 45 5'5" hourglass, rusty hair, amber eyes 17s
----------------------------------< Exits >--------------------------------- It may be between official lunch and dinner, but the Weyr staff knows when wings generally return; there are dishes set out for the starving hordes, and even if Glacier hasn't drilled today, Leova's taken advantage anyway; she's holed up at a four-person table instead of her wing's, taking it easy with that and a draft of ale. Edyis slips in between a knot of weyrlings and Frostbite riders, beelining straight for the food. Once her plate is piled with meat rolls, and her mug filled, she plops down at the table with a grin. "Mind if I join you a minute Dragonhealer Leova?" Pretty please, say those wide almond eyes. "Don't mind in the least," Leova says amiably, gauging how the weyrling's already sitting, one corner of her mouth turning up. "Quite a day? Or a break. What'd they have you scrub?" As if. Her lips twist wry, "I've already been assigned 200 laps and shining the Wingleader's boots." It's possible she's joking given the spark of mischief and humor in her tone. "It hasn't been too bad, I just skipped breakfast this morning," Edyis explains already sinking her teeth into one of those meat rolls. "How are things in the infirmary? Still keeping you busy?" "Overachieving," Leova says. She even clucks, there before her brief smile. "Mm. Keeping on. Bit less of it with the weather getting warmer, you'd think, but more with the fog and some just feeling their oats. Going to remember breakfast tomorrow? Don't want you lightheaded out there." Edyis wrinkles her nose still smiling. "You see many injuries caused by low visibility then?" She wonders before nodding the affirmative for breakfast. "Probably grab something I can heat up in the weyr just in case. Akluseth would have my hide if I pulled it twice." The dragonhealer's got a one-shouldered shrug. "Exaggerated, mostly. Caused, some. Hope they never stop get good at not running into each other. Good as it gets, anyhow." Then, "Think you'd have believed yourself, did you tell yourself? What it'd be like, a Turn ago." "You mean about what it's like as a rider?" The former scribe muses between bites and sips from her mug. "Who knows if I'd have believed me. " She smirks, "It is too cliche to say that it makes you into someone else entirely, and yet that seems to be the most apt way of describing it. Did you ever feel like you'd become a completely different person after impressing to Vrianth?" "Riding. Riding him." Leova's got that one-shouldered shrug again: the other shoulder, this time. "Vrianth..." this time her smile curls up, half-hidden, all hers. Saying her dragon's name, that just might be enough. Except, for Edyis: "Might've tried to tell myself so, now and again. Reckon I always knew better." There is something knowing in the scribe's expression at the reaction, and she considers the query a moment. "No, if anyone told me a turn ago, three turns ago that I'd ride, and a brown of all things I would have laughed. Farideh used to joke about it. " She admits, with a soft snort. "What was she like when she was younger?" Edyis wonders, leaning in over her plate, picking apart another roll. "As she is now. More that's obvious to learn. More with the claws, maybe." Leova drinks before resuming her meal, more messing with her meat now than truly eating. "Why not a brown? Rarer with girls more clutches than yours, got to say. But. Don't know if you wrote down anything 'bout how he used to be. They have ways as making you forget." "I guess I always thought of female brown riders as rough and tumble, never thought of myself that way. Chalk it up to a list of hold-bred misconceptions I guess." Edyis admits lightly, "I've got the notes and sketches on him, I suppose he was smaller, and a little more reckless. Lots more obnoxious. But, with him, what you see is what you get. Always has been." She admits biting into another roll. "Did you stay close with your clutchmates, after you graduated?" It might seem a bit out of the blue, but those dark eyes rest on the dragonhealer. "Mm." Leova doesn't shrug it off. "Aye. More often than not. Ride with one of 'em besides, and Idriloth and Vrianth, they like each other a little too well." That's worth a drink. Back to Edyis, "Don't always think you'll keep seeing as who you do, though. Look at Lu. Lujayn, I mean, off at Honshu now. Who you think you'll keep sticking with?" That drink earns a faint wrinkle of her nose. Leova's answer has her frowning, "I don't really know, I'd like to think that Keysi, Laine, T'mic and Z'kiel will still talk to me. Something Keys said, though, about seeing after graduation if we would still be friends struck me as odd." She looks down at her now emptied plate a little wistful. "I know wings tend to be tight-knit but I've never seen them as exclusive, but I haven't had much experience with more than one. "Yeah? Hm." Leova hesitates. "Hope they do. Would think they do." But. "Exclusive as in, you're worried they'll eat all your friends' time? Or yours." Edyis scratches absently at her chin. "I don't really know what she meant, which I think is the thing that bothers me most." She exhales softly, "Maybe a little of both." Leova drinks her ale through that, thoughtful. "Bothers you too much more, could ask her." Might be that she'd have said more, but another rider shows up right then, dropping into the seat next to her and giving the both of them a grin before starting what's claimed to be a really important story. |
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