Logs:Beautiful, Blooded Girls
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| RL Date: 6 October, 2009 |
| Who: Kash, Phara |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Kash is stuck doing kitchen cleanup when she clearly has things she'd rather be doing. Her sulk is cut short when she meets Phara, though. |
| When: Day 10, Month 12, Turn 20 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Dashaya/Mentions, Isobel/Mentions, Jiella/Mentions, K'del/Mentions |
| Given the varied schedules of Fort residents and riders, not everyone gets leisure time in the evening, so the kitchen is still a hive of activity, albeit one primarily focused on dishe and cleaning up. Nakasha, food service candidate for the day, is at work wiping down benches, and while it's hard to call it an onerous task, her expression is more sulky than content with it, and her progress? Kind of slow. Phara doesn't actually have a schedule much in the evenings, but she does have the munchies at all kinds of hours, including five minutes after she's eaten dinner. It should come as no shock, with this information, that one very pregnant bluerider should be haunting the kitchen when dinner was so recently served. She peeks over shoulders and under arms and even dares reach in to grab scraps where some look good to her. She gets her fingers smacked a lot, especially when she discovers the bread meant for breakfast tomorrow. There's not much food around Kash and her semi-clean benches, but she's in between the entrance and the /real/ food, so it's no wonder that the bluerider catches her eye; as those fingers get smacked, she can't seem to help herself - and she laughs. The tall candidate has the look of her brother: the same hair, a few similar features, even if she's built differently. Her bench cleaning progress takes a definite dive, as she pauses to watch Phara, her head tilted to the side. Phara is trying to wheedle one of the bakers into letting her have some of that bread, and it involves a lot of 'but the baby is hungry!' and 'but I /did/ eat dinner!' and 'The baby demands bread, woman, are you going to deny a pregnant woman the things she craves?!' That one seems to work because the baker throws up her hands and waves a dish towel at the bluerider with a warning to leave some to serve for toast and barely gets that out before Phara is haring off with an entire half a loaf clutched in her hands, looking maddeningly gleeful. At this, Kash can't seem to help herself. With one hand on her hip, and the other holding the rag she's supposed to be wiping things down with, the candidate fixes gaze on Phara and says, her voice pitched to carry, "/That/ much bread is liable to make you sick. You'll regret it later." The way she talks, you'd think she was an absolute authority on all things pregnancy-related. "If /I/ don't get my toast in the morning, I'll blame you." Phara fixes Kash roundly with one honey-colored eye and most deliberately lifts the cut side of the bread to her mouth to nibble on it. "I get hungry in the middle of the night, and the day this Weyr doesn't have toast in the morning is the day Bennath turns into a wherry. Who are you to tell me what can make me sick? Are you my stomach?" Nakasha is apparently undaunted by Phara's response, neither expression nor stance changing, though she shrugs her shoulders easily. "Been around my fair share of pregnant women," she notes, in an easy enough tone. "Maybe even /more/ than my fair share, given all my sisters-in-law. But... on your own head. Reckon that much bread would make /me/ feel bloated, though, and there's no baby doing funny things to my insides." Phara shrugs her shoulders. "I've always eaten a lot. This is just a snack. I'd probably make you sick if you ever saw me eat an actual meal. T'rev and I together could probably obliterate a small hold's food stores." Somehow, she's proud of this. "Phara, by the way, blue Bennath's." Somehow she manages to let go of her bread to offer a hand. "Well," says Kash, stretching out the word. "All right, then." Even as she says that, she's frowning, Phara's name obviously drawing some kind of recognition that takes her a moment to actually place. And then! "Phara! Know who you are. I'm Kash." She seems to think this is enough to place her, at least for a few moments, but ultimately, she follows it up with, "K'del's sister!" "Kash-" Phara repeats, like the name rings a bell with her too, but she'd probably take longer to place it if the candidate didn't add the bronzerider in there for her. "OH! /Kash/! That Kash! Faranth's behind, girl-" She was probably about to scold but she pulls up short and looks pleased, "He's mentioned me?" At the scolding that doesn't happen, Kash straightens, all but ready to bristle and object, but ultimately, there's nothing /to/ object to, so she simply smiles, earlier sulkiness - for the moment - forgotten. Not to mention her chores. "Sure," she reports. "A couple of times, in passing, but after I was searched he reminded me you were here, told me to look out for you. I--" She looks wry, half embarrassed, "Guess I've been too distracted to come find you, though." Beat. "He /didn't/ tell me you were expecting, though." Phara glances down at the pronounced bulge of her stomach beneath her knitted sweater and shrugs. "He probably forgot. I haven't seen him in, uh... a few months? Like four. He's got way more on his plate than a friend he doesn't see often anyway, you know?" Which roughly translates to: I didn't even consider myself important enough to mention, so I'll take small favors where they come. "Well, how are you settling in? Making any friends?" "He /is/ pretty busy," agrees Kash. "So I'll forgive him. I hope it's good news?" The pregnancy. Leaning back against the counter, she considers Phara thoughtfully, then notes, with a smile that lights her face up, "/Love/ it here. So glad. At first, you know, kind of wished I'd been searched to the /Reaches/, but it's exciting being somewhere with no family for the first time ever. There's some nice candidates." But she hesitates. "Wish there weren't so many beautiful, Blooded girls, though." Her smile is wry. Phara smiles at the young candidate's enthusiasm. "I'm happy you like it here. I remember feeling the same way when I first came to Telgar Weyr and stood the first time, it was a lot different to be my own person, you know? I had friends and chores, but my family wasn't breathing down my neck making sure I scrubbed behind my ears and kept my cuffs out of the mud." She hooks an elbow over the counter, leaning her hip against it. "Ugh, them." Disgust expressed at all of the Blooded candidates. "I'd take them all home myself if they'd let me. I don't see that having a bunch of soft, spoiled brats expecting us to wipe their asses for them is going to do the Weyr any good. One girl had the /nerve/ to tell me she'd get someone else to bathe and oil her dragon for her!" She might be on Phara's hit list for that. Nakasha, setting down her cleaning cloth, laughs. "Bet a lot of us feel that way," she decides. "/I'm/ just glad this means I don't have to get married. I can stay here, or wherever I want, /forever/." Phara's reaction to the Blooded candidates doesn't do much to remove that smile, though it's a more knowing one, this time. "Not /all/ Blooded people are like that," she says, loyally, though-- to whom? "But. That's... pretty awful. Which one was it? Jiella? Isobel? Isobel's a snob, but Jiella's sweet enough, if maybe not really suited to here. Guess they'd learn fast, though, from what K'del tells me about weyrlinghood." Phara has to laugh, and laugh hard, for a moment, for some unknown reason. She'll explain, give her a second. "We should just start a shuttle. 'Want to escape marriage and babies and Holderly duties? Come be a Candidate!' Worked for me." Sort of.. "Jiella," confirms Phara. "Oh, she's nice enough, but I can't stand a girl who shirks, I don't care who her father is. I haven't met Isobel, but if she's a snob, I might just avoid her. Her brother is weird enough. I think he's gay." They're all gay. Nakasha looks genuinely confused as Phara laughs, though it clears in the wake of that explanation, and she grins. "Think it matters more for girls than boys. If Kas'd been an older son, reckon he wouldn't've minded staying, but me? No way." A knowing smile follows, her head bobbing, and she adds, "Never done a proper day's work in her life." Beat. "Something wrong with him being gay? Thought weyrs were the place for it." After a moment, she adds, "I'd probably mind the Bloodeds less if they didn't all have such nice /things/. And be beautiful. It's really not fair. Isobel asked who my father was, as if it were the most important thing ever." "Glad he Impressed, he's a good friend. I should write him more often, even if I can't see him as often as I'd like." K'del, presumably. "I'm not the person to ask about the Weyr's view on gay, I'm not quite sold on it being okay. It's a joke though, he's probably straight enough but he's just...awkward, if you know what I mean. I'll tell you what, the next time you see Isobel, put your foot down on the back of her skirt when she's walking and see how strong her seams are... and then tell me what color her underwear are." Wink. "He's going to try and visit me a bit," reports Kash. "So I'll tell him to drop in on you, too." The bluerider's views on gays draw a thoughtful expression from the candidate, who doesn't otherwise seem bothered - she nods, carefully, but abandons that topic to tackle the far more juicy one of Isobel. "That's a /great/ idea," she decides, jubilant. "Oh, I'm so /sorry/, Isobel. You know us common people... feet too big, and don't look where we're going." That's all said in a sugar-laden tone, complete with an expression that is far too believably innocent, except for the way it breaks off so she can grin at the end. One of the cooks turns her head at that point, fastening the candidate with a doleful glance. Sighing, Kash says, "Ought to get back to this, I suppose. But... Maybe we could meet for dinner sometime? Friend of Kas' ought to be a friend of mine, particularly if I'm staying around." Phara brightens considerably. "If you would...I would really like that. I feel bad, asking him to visit me." She's not old enough to be over this girlish glee at seeing others' demise, she she's laughing right along with Kash when the baker butts in. "Sure, sure! I'd love to have dinner with you. Good to have a few friends with experience, too, you know, just in case." Nakasha's knowing smile is a warm one; "I will, then," she declares, firmly. "Don't. I make him visit me all the time, or I used to, anyway. He's really bad at it, unless you do." Making a face at the cook's back - now turned, thankfully - she manages to hold back her earlier laughter in order to nod, firmly. "/Absolutely/. I'll try and catch you, then. Or you, me. Sometime when I'm /not/ on kitchen duty." It's with a wrinkle of her nose that she says this; after a moment more, with a hard-done-by sigh, she turns back to her cleaning, apparently intending to glower the surface into cleanliness. |
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