Logs:Being Helpful
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| RL Date: 6 November, 2015 |
| Who: C'ris, Jo |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: C'ris needs rosemary. He catches Jo in a generous mood. |
| Where: Greenhouse, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 15, Month 3, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
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Greenhouse, High Reaches Weyr
A rustic and unadorned vestibule leads in from hewn spiral steps to a
refitted ledge, enclosed by limestone pillars. Sturdy wooden framework
captures elongated glass panes, tilted to absorb the most light during the
day. The wash of heat from within, lush and humid, persists even into the
dead of winter; the air is heady with the scent of fresh-turned soil and
various flora.
Long, deep troughs of soil line the inner stone wall, planted with an
assortment of broad, leafy tropicals - practical and decorative alike.
Fruit and vegetable baskets hang from rafters, optimizing space, tempting
in reach with a perpetually ripening harvest. A series of stone shelving
is devoted to flourishing, aromatic herbs and new green shoots; even the
softest touch releases a burst of savory scent from tender leaves. Amidst
the greenery, a handful of wooden benches have been scattered, making this
a temptingly warm and secluded spot to sit.
Shuttered vents serve to regulate humidity and heat given off from a small
hot spring recessed into an alcove at the back; a secondary pool with
cooler waters siphons off to provide a constant, fresh supply for
irrigation. A small potting station nearby is cluttered with watering cans
and gardening tools of various uses, with a wooden bin for composting
materials tucked underneath. The greenhouse is always an ideal place at night to get some quiet in the Weyr proper. With the tenders done for the night, Jo is at the back of the place tending a potted plant that looks different from the ones littering the whole greenhouse. With her dark leather jacket off and slung over a stool, leaving her in a white tank that reveals the scarring of her arms, she's in the process of watering the potted plant in front of her in silence. C'ris has a roughly sketched piece of hide in hand when he shows up in the greenhouse, the plant that can be seen on it one of the often requested seasonings for the kitchen. There is no helpful gardeners still on duty to help the bluerider, but he doesn't seem to be giving up. Bundled into his own riding leathers, it is likely the sound of his boots that give warning to his approach first. And then the bright smile that catches at his lips at finding someone gardening. "Hey there, do you-- Oh, you're not a gardener," he greets, with a hint of warm humor. "Sorry to interrupt." When boot steps are heard, Jo is already looking towards his direction when C'ris appears. His words don't seem to catch her off-guard since she is quick in saying to him, "Roe just left not too long ago, darlin'. I think he said somethin' 'bout meetin' a farmer friend of his for drinks at the Snowasis." There's a quick smile as she sets the water pitcher down, adding, "I'm not a gardener, but I might be generous enough to help. What'cha lookin' for?" Dark eyes land on that hide. C'ris offers that hide out easily, not turning away the help but accepting it with a thankful smile. "Rosemary," he answers. "They are wanting it fresh down in the kitchens for tomorrow and I volunteered to come get it for them." His gaze drops over her arms for a moment, catching those scars with the hint of a frown, but it only disrupts his easy smile for a moment. As she takes the hide to look it over, "Ya know, it's said that if ya look at one's scars too long, that yer likely to end up blind the next day," Jo notes as she studies what C'ris says and the hide both. "Volunteered." Dark eyes seek his from the hide, as if in disbelief. "What, lookin' to impress some girl?" Scarred shoulder roll as she gets up from the stool and gestures over with a, "Rosemary's this way." She starts off towards the opposite end of the greenhouse. "What? Oh, I'm-- sorry. I didn't mean to," C'ris answers to that, apologetic and self-conscious as he lifts fingers to ruffle at fluffy, soft hair even as the other rider studies him. He'll follow, like a little duckling, adding as he does, "Oh, no. Not really. I mean, unless you count my mother, but I don't think I need to. I was just there and had the time." "I tease," and Jo turns to face C'ris now, gesturing with a long arm towards the cluster of plants that mirror the the drawing on the hide. "Must be fallin' flat lately." Dark flick up and down him before she steps aside for him to examine the plants as she says, "I've seen ya around. Ya work with the weyrlins', right?" "Oh." C'ris flushes only slightly for not recognizing the teasing, but he smiles brightly at Jo anyways. He answers, "Yeah. I help out when I can. But I ride with Frostbite. You're Snowdrift, right?" He steps forward, reaching to start gathering some of the plant up carefully without even giving it a good looking over. It's like he trusts her word or something. "Ya like to help out folks," Jo observes as she studies him, her gaze steady and intense as she watches him with the plants in question. "I know of the wing. Yeah, I'm Snowdrift. Guess my days of obscurity is at an end with that knot of mine. How are the weyrlins' doin' since ya check up on them?" "I, uh, yeah. I mean, when I have the time to spare," C'ris agrees, his own warm brown gaze lifting from the plant up to meet Jo's for a moment. But then he smiles and goes back to gathering up stems carefully, putting them into a bag he brought. "They're-- good. It's always rough at first, you know? Adjusting to expectations and dragons. But they are a good class." "Some use that spare time fuckin' rather than helpin' like yer sort do," Jo seems to note off-handedly with just the glimmer of a pert grin on her face. "It's helpful, too. It is rough adjustin' as a weyrlin'. We all had to go through it. I reckon they'll fare well, especially the bronze weyrlins'. Those are friends of mine. Are there any other herbs ya need?" "Uhm. Well." A pause, and C'ris manages only to flush slightly as he focuses intently on tying his bag closed. "No, this was everything they were missing. Thank you a lot for your help. It's-- Jo, right?" Jo seems to grin more at the flush on his face. "Now isn' that adorable," she comments on it, the tease light. "Yeah, it's Jo. C'ris? I admit it's only recently I've had to learn names beyond those in Glacier," or she didn't have to care until now, by the edge of her tone. As for the help, "Ya should come when Roe's around, darlin'," she tells him. "In the future. At this time of night, ya'll likely only find the likes of me. We ain' always so helpful." With a slight smirk, she starts to head back towards her plant. "But you help out here at night," deduces C'ris in a counter, soft and warm. "Sounds like you might be just as helpful as I am. But, I'm not often on these errands." He straightens from the plant, wiping his hands onto his pants before he starts to follow Jo back again. He confirms, "C'ris. It is nice to meet you, Jo." "I come here to tend my plant so that it won' die on me," is the correction from Jo. "I ain' always here at night. I ain' all that helpful as yer paintin' me to be, either. Not 'less ya need help gettin' yer pants off." It's boldly stated, the wingsecond reaching her plant and settling against the table while keeping C'ris in sight. Still, "'N you, darlin'." C'ris only smiles, not quite flushing for the bold statement and only lifting his hand to muss his hair again. "It all sounds helpful to me. I'm going to call you helpful," he answers easily, lightly. Brows lifting, "Call me whatever ya like," Jo notes, the suggestive hint there in her tone as she returns to watering her plant. "What's one more name to add that I haven' heard already?" Rhetorical at best. "Though, ya oughta be careful of folks like me, hm? Helpful sorts like ya might end up in a compromisin' position whether ya wanted to be or not. In the end." Beat. "Ya should get those to the kitchens before they close up," she suggests with a nod, something amusing her since the lopsided grin lingers faintly. "Right. Well. I'll see you around, Jo, I hope," C'ris says warmly, nodding and following her suggestion without too much of a fight. There is one last, thoughtful gaze cast over the older bluerider, but then he does turn to retreat from the greenhouse. "If ya wanna play with fire," is all Jo says to that as she seats herself back on her stool before the plant as C'ris leaves. She watches the plant only to look at him as he goes, the wingsecond shaking her head before she's back to her task at hand. |
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