Logs:Bought Things
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| RL Date: 3 October, 2009 |
| Who: Jiella, Kash |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Kash runs in to Jiella, and is both envious and disdainful of the older girl, but has a surprising amount of enthusiasm for her family connections. |
| When: Day 1, Month 12, Turn 20 (Interval 10) |
| The stores aren't exactly hopping after dinner - there's still people around, there's always people around, even if only stores workers, but it's relatively quiet, particularly around the clothing cavern. Candidates have been in the Weyr long enough to have picked over the cold-weather clothing, so if you've come late to the party, what's left is not exactly choice. Jiella is one of those latecomers, deep in the women's section, looking through sweaters with thumb and forefinger, like they might soil her in some way by their mere existence. To no one in particular, tone touched with disgust, "I hate used clothes." Nakasha has been two or three aisles away for some time now, rummaging through supplies of stockings-- most of which are brand new, given their propensity to be worn out rather than grown out of, and, better still, most of which are distinctly nicer than the droopy pair the girl wears currently. She's on her way back, several sets of stockings clutched in one hand, in time to overhear Jiella's comment more clearly; turning a corner, she ends up in the same aisle, too, allowing her to lean up against one shelf with a sympathetic expression as she says, "Nothing worse. Unless we're talking your older brother's shirts retailored for you, because it's a waste of fabric otherwise when he's just grown too fast." Immediately turning towards the voice, blonde hair flying, Jiella merely looks bemused by Nakasha's handful of stockings and her comment both; tilting her head to one side, regarding the other blonde, "Sorry, what? You've had to /wear/ men's clothes? Old men's clothes? People do that?" She's faintly grossed out by her girlish nose-wrinkle, but she has to ask, "What's with the stockings?" It's not as though Kash looks like much of a clothes horse, given the unevenness of her hair cut, those awful stockings, her simple dress, but the wrinkle of her own nose that matches Jiella's seems honest enough. "Youngest of nine kids, only other girl a decade older than me... can't afford to waste cloth that's still got some wear to it, right? Not in a small hold, anyway." She gives the stockings she's carrying a glance, expression instantly brighter. "Only occurred to me this evening, that I could swap out some of my awful stuff for something better. I'm /tired/ of baggy stockings. There was plenty of decent stuff when I came in, but I guess it's all gone now, huh?" She must mean the warm clothes in general, with that comment. By marked contrast, Jiella might be a clotheshorse, what with the expensive-looking outfit and the jewelry and the general attitude of disgust she has towards other people's castoffs. She's still faintly puzzled, apparently trying to put together Nakasha's words into something that makes sense to her. Like the other girl might be speaking another language, "I've never had anyone else's clothes, but I can't wear mine doing-- work." A grimace, then a dubious glance to the stockings in hand. "I guess they're better than the ones you have? And not all of them - but most." And Kash? She's got more than one admiring glance for the other girl's outfit, expression drawn into a distinctly wistful shape. "No," she allows, tearing her glance from clothes to face, twisting her lips wryly. "Suppose you can't, either. Yours don't look suited to anything beyond... sitting and sewing, or something. Not very practical." Which appears to be as much a reminder to herself as anything. "Right. Much better. My mother thinks properly formed feet are a waste of time, when you're making stockings, so anything'd be better than the ones I have." She tips her head, considering the stores around her, then adds, "Bad luck. Suppose you could get something /made/... /You've/ got the marks for that, surely." Thoughtfully, "I could, but sort of seems like a waste, doesn't it? Making something nice to get it messed up with - dusting or weeding or whatever else we have to do. No one told me about that part." Jiella's pretty pissed off about that too, from the sound of her. Folding her arms over her chest, falling into a lean as well, a near mirror of Nakasha's; "I don't really do a lot at home, so it's not like I'd bother with - I don't know. Pants." The horror. "Your mother makes stockings. Huh. My mother buys things." "No one... told you that you'd have to do /actual/ work?" Nakasha's tone is incredulous. Except that; "What, you thought people just sat around and did nothing, while being fed and clothed by the weyr?" Now, her head shakes sharply, and her expression is distinctly less admiring. "/I/ don't wear pants, either. Much. Less I have to, I guess. And sure, we made stuff. Most people can't afford to just buy things, when they have perfectly good hands of their own." Her fingers get waggled in Jiella's direction. "Well, you know," Jiella demurs, "Not like hard labour or anything." Weeding is hard labour, it seems! "I thought we might have to do /something/, I've heard that, just not..." Work that anyone else might do every day. With a diffident shrug, she grins Nakasha's way, guessing, "Bet you can't buy your way out of doing the work either. And even if I /could/, doubt I'd be sleeping easy in the barracks. And I figure if we're supposed to be crawling around on the ground, I'd best not do it in a skirt." At the finger waggle, she's a touch defensive. "I can sew. All right. It's been awhile." After a beat, "I'm Jiella." Nakasha's incredulity fades, though doesn't disappear entirely; head shaking, ultimately, she can only match that grin with a brilliant some of her own. "You-- are something else. I'm Kash." Beat. "Nakasha, really, but mostly just Kash. And I think you're right about the not paying your way out of it--" She breaks off, and then adds, "Anyway, can't pay someone else to care for your dragon if you Impress, and my brother told me all about how that involved mucking and cutting up meat and throwing firestone sacks... Really hard work." Jiella gives another shrug, another wide smile - she's good at that, at least? "I've heard that before. I say I'm just a product of my environment. And - Kash. Okay. Nakasha's nice though - I like the... what'd that guy call it? Cadence." She's in a better mood just for remembering the word, though brows arch curiously down the aisle at the other girl. "Is your brother a rider? Or did he stand, or something? And I wonder if they make the goldriders do the whole sack throwing thing or not." Important questions, all. Nakasha straightens in instant surprise at mention of 'goldriders', though the rest of the questions seem to have her brimming with answers, eager to get them out. It's that last that gets commented on first, though, as she shoves a loose curl out of her face and says, "That's the first time I've heard any of the candidates talk about there maybe being a gold, and maybe Impressing it. Do you intend to, then?" Despite her obvious interest, she doesn't pause even for breath before she continues, "Suppose Nakasha is okay, I've just always been Kash. Maybe it's more grown-up, though." Food for thought, evidently. "My brother is Weyrleader of High Reaches." This, with audible pride, not to mention the way her face lights up. "He rides bronze Cadejoth." Grin shading wry, "You think they haven't /thought/ about it?" Jiella looks over at Nakasha questioningly, amusedly. "And just wondering. I don't intend to, but I mean, I'm not exactly going to get out of the way if there's one headed towards me. Like it wouldn't be nice?" As for names, "Not sure about the difference, but I'll call you what you'd rather. And oh! Yeah, I remember something about him being pretty young? I guess he's know, then. You've been prepared." Still a little bitter about that whole work thing. Laughing, "Of /course/ they've thought about it. Who wouldn't? You're just the first person to /admit/ to it, and I think that's pretty interesting." Kash seems satisfied with this as an answer, her smile warm enough; there's a note of relief there, too, though, as though this all-but-perfect other girl deciding on gold would've been too much to deal with. "Kash, then, for now. But we'll see. Maybe it's time." Her nod, regarding her brother, is, again, an enthusiastic one. "He was my age, when he became Weyrleader, but it's been nearly a turn and a half now, I guess. He's told me all kinds of things... but it's all different, I suppose, when it's /you/, and not just hearing about it. Reckon it'd all be worth it, everything they'd make you do, for a dragon, though, don't you think?" Straightening to start picking through sweaters again with faint displeasure, "Why not admit to it? Can't see any real downside to that particular arrangement, can you? Yes, work and whatever, sure. But." Jiella slants a sidelong look to Nakasha - like, c'mon, please. Not that big a deal in the grand scheme of things. "And got you, Kash it is." With a slight grimace, "No pressure, huh? That'd be a big change. And I imagine it's probably a lot different - but the basics remain the same. It's like that with most things." A pause, as she eyes a not-too-ratty brown cardigan, then; "A dragon. It'd be pretty nice to have your own place too, without thieving older sisters around." Nakasha sidles a few steps closer, now that Jiella is going back to the sweaters, evidently intent upon hanging around for at least a little while longer. "Suppose so," she agrees, keeping her expression to the warm smile with the previous lingering concerns; her head tips back. "Not that we even know if there /is/ one, of course." Eyes grazing the ceiling, she adds, with a wry little sound as a chaser, "Suppose it is. Like that, I mean. I don't know. Mm... one good thing about being the only girl at home was I got my own room, tiny though it was. It's kind of weird, sharing. But a weyr is different... not just a bedroom, or whatever. Reckon I'd like that." Beat. "Do you have many sisters?" Jiella grimaces again, this time for gold-or-not. "I know, what's going on with /that/? People are around dragons all their lives, dragonhealers have to study, right? And no one /knows/ for sure?" To the holder girl, that's pretty weird. "I guess the queens might hide them? Anyway, I figure there's as good a chance for as against, why not hope for the best? And it /is/ weird, with guys and people who snore... Your own place is totally different. Even with my own room, there's usually someone not too far off." With a little laugh, humourless, "Sisters, half-sisters, sisters-in-law, take your pick. Elaruth's rider is my sister-in-law, actually." Nakasha's admission on this one is reluctant, her my-brother-says store of information tapped out on this particular subject; "I've no idea, and I agree. It's weird." She has a /sharp/ nod for the guys, and the snoring, and, after a moment more, a long, deep sigh. "I've only one sister, and then a couple of sisters-in-law, and-- wait. If the Junior Weyrwoman is your sister-in-law, that means--" She's working it out in her head, her brow furrowed. "Fort Sea Hold? And... oh! Is your mother the one from Boll, then? That would make you Kez's cousin!" Kez - presumably Kezend, grandson of Southern Boll. And, at least to Nakasha, this link is /exciting/. Firmly, "Completely weird." Jiella's decided on that. She has to stop sorting the sweaters that are so beneath her, her own brow creasing as Nakasha untangles a fairly wide-ranging family tree. Nodding, she fills in the blank of her mother's name; "Jivira. And I think so? I haven't been that way but to Weavercraft in /ages/." As if something's dawning on her with the other girl's excitement, she blinks before, "Oh, are we related too?" Like it's a common thing to ask. Despite Nakasha's very firm head shake, there's a flush that creeps out over her cheeks at the question of being related. "Nooo," she says. "No, I met Kezend at Tillek, while I was there. He was fostered for a little while, but he's back home, now. It's just--" She breaks off, shakes her head again. "Never mind." Never mind the blush, either. "I didn't know that people who were Blooded were allowed to be searched. But it's good! I mean, you seem nice. And if you're glad to be here..." She breaks off, her babbling obviously registering even to herself; "Anyway." Jiella grins a bit slyly. She knows what 'never mind' means. "Well, I guess he's cute then? That runs in the family." With a sigh, she closes her eyes and sticks one hand into the pile of sweaters, grabs, and pulls. When brown eyes open again, she's got a rather large sweater of a colour that could be called oatmeal at best. The blonde shrugs. "Good enough. And I'm glad to be here, and my father's fairly fine with it. It's not like I don't have more sisters, like I said." Resigned to the sweater, she tilts her head cavernsward, looking Nakasha's way. "I'm done with this. C'mon, let's go back to the barracks. The younger ones'll be passed out by now, at least." Small mercies! |
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