Logs:Climbing Commission
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| RL Date: 30 March, 2015 |
| Who: Azaylia, Laine |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Azaylia tracks down Laine with a request. Laine gets in her skirts (... but not that way). |
| Where: Tanner Workroom, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 24, Month 5, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Rain :( |
| Mentions: X'vae/Mentions |
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>---< Tanner Workroom, High Reaches Weyr >-----------------------------------<
The tanners' section of the craft complex is a series of three modest work
caverns separated by heavy curtains. The chamber immediately inside the
entrance from the complex is dedicated to storage of works-in-progress and
commissions, with cubbies and pegs lining the wall. Past the first
curtain, a more typical workshop presents itself: a tight space congested
with tables and stools, racks presenting orderly rows of tools, a large
cabinet with labelled drawers for hardware, a bin for scrap leather. The
furthest cavern is dedicated to an enormous wooden drum mounted on braces,
with a heavy handle for rotating the drum in place. A series of drying
racks on rollers tuck away neatly when not in use.
Owing to the odorous nature of the craft, each room boasts a
wooden-shuttered window cut into the stone wall, in addition to the door
in the furthest cavern that allows easy access to the Bowl for outside
work when the weather permits. Even so, despite a thorough ventilation
system, the shop is permeated by a faintly disagreeable smell.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
Azaylia F 28 5'9" sturdy, black hair, brown eyes 43s
Laine F 17 5'4" trim, dark hair, grey eyes 0s
----------------------------------< Exits >---------------------------------
Bowl Out
>-----------------------------------------< 24D 5M 37T I10, spring night >---< Even the odorous tanner workroom is a better option than standing in the rain, the heavy downpour ensuring that the craft complex is crowded. The Weyrwoman winds her way through, just familiar enough after all these years that she doesn't need to ask for directions. Having shed her heavy cloak at the entrance, Azaylia carefully picks her way through the hustle and bustle, eyes flicking from each apprentice and journeyman. It's the white knot that finally catches her eye, and though she isn't wearing her own, the goldrider is familiar enough that some make way for her. "Candidate and Apprentice, Laine?" Just to be sure, although she does look familiar. The Weyrwoman will find Laine at a work table, heels hooked around the legs of her stool, bent over two identically-cut pieces of leather, overlaid. The tanner apprentice is tacking them together with meticulous care, pausing to paint a thin glue along the trim, then pinching the edges together with careful fingers. When a voice, perhaps not entirely unfamiliar, interrupts, the girl glances up briefly, but not quite long enough to register. She smiles an acknowledgement but her attention slides back to her work at hand. Two, three, four more pinches: then she's completed the outline. "Sorry," she finally looks up again, grey eyes settling on Azaylia, "Yes. Hi. Oh. Weyrwoman." Somewhat uncertainly, now: "Hi." Azaylia can wait, and does so with a soft smile. She doesn't lean in for a closer look, though the temptation is there. Instead, she brushes her hands along the back of her skirt in order to sit neatly next to Laine, close enough to be companionable but not smothering. That smile widens when the apprentice looks up again, "Hello." And again, because Laine, "Hi." She can't help the soft laugh that leaves her, "What are you doing there?" Arms folding atop the table, now she leans, if only to try and figure out what the two pieces of leather are. "If you're terribly busy, I could find you another time?" Pushing the flat double-layer of leather closer to Azaylia, Laine offers it up willingly for inspection: the flat pieces are about the size of a palm (with fingers spread), the hide of good, supple quality, and it's wide at the bottom and narrowing at the top. "Careful though," the apprentice murmurs, "Glue's gotta set. It'll be a wineskin." She frowns at it, and adds: "Eventually." Leaning back on her stool, catching most her weight on her toes caught in her stool's rung, Laine responds in kind to that smile and shakes her head. "Done with it now, for a bit. You're looking for me?" "Oh, I wasn't going to touch it." Azaylia assures, "It all seemed very precise." So she's content to simply look, hands in her lap as she leans over and against the table. "Oh, I can see that. Sort of." Laine's question brings those dark eyes back up, smile brightening in a way that could be suspicious. "Yes! I was wondering if you had any time to do a little project for me?" There's nothing overly sweet about it, nothing apparently manipulative. And the best part, "I'll pay you, of course?" "Sort of," Laine echoes with a smile in her voice. She gingerly presses down around the edges of the leather pieces, pats it once more, then sets it aside. "It's my first. I'll even settle for waterproof." There's even a mild chuckle, for that. There's the slightest narrowing of grey eyes, and Laine tucks her thumbnail under her teeth, chewing; not apprehensive, but curiousity piqued. "Depends?" Depends on the project, on the time commitments... maybe on the pay? "They've got us in classes, now." It's not quite a gripe, but close to it. "Really cuts down on free time." "A harness?" Azaylia answers, though even she sounds uncertain. "Ah, for rock climbing. X'vae suggested that it was simple, but important to have." Mention of classes has the Weyrwoman giving a soft hum, "Education is important. I wouldn't want to get in the way of that... or steal away too much of your free time." She straightens a bit, remembering the sketch she had copied from a book. The hide's a bit damp, but the drawing is in tact, circular contraption meant to wrap around torso and thighs-- with various loops for rope. Something peculiar comes over Laine's expression: a wave of initial confusion that's overtaken quickly by a sparkling grin, then a quiet, self-satisfied sort of laugh. "Rock climbing, huh? Happy to, Weyrwoman. I happen to know... a thing or two." But she'll accept the sketch, eagerly, and spend a long moment scrutinizing it. She'll murmur, almost as an aside: "Can find time somewhere, I'm sure," but when she glances up from the damp hide, it's with a firmer, "I'll need your sizes. 'Round your hips, thighs. Can do a fitting for you, or you can just drop 'em off, if you measure yourself." Azaylia's eyes brighten at the apprentice's soft laugh, "Oh, good! I didn't even know it was a... sport." Still hesitant to call it that, despite being educated otherwise. "As long as you're sure it won't effect your classes?" The goldrider's expression softens some, "We'll want the best and brightest for Niahvth's clutch." It's unsaid: especially with a gold egg on the sands, Miss Laine. If it is indeed fine, "I'm available for a fitting now, if you'd like?" "Mm!" Laine confirms the status of sport with a sharp, enthused nod. "Less--competitive, I guess, you'd describe it, than what you usually consider a sport. But." She shrugs, and scoots her stool back so she can hop down and briskly brush her hands against her trousers. There's a thoughtful tilt of the apprentice's head as she considers the Weyrwoman, but she reaffirms: "I'll be okay for time. If I find I'm really crunched for time, I'll get another apprentice to finish up your harness. As for fitting--now's good for me, but," the candidate wrinkles her nose as she sweeps her gaze up the other woman's seated length, "You're wearing a skirt, Weyrwoman," she points out, uncertain. There's a soft nod, and Azaylia's smile returns, satisfied by Laine's answer. She also moves to stand, walking around the table and closer to Laine. "I'm excited. I don't have much time for sports-- rock climbing sounds fun. Challenging." It's obvious by the muscles that curl beneath long sleeves, the Weyrwoman enjoys her physical activities. "Oh, right." Fingers catch the ends of her skirt, bunching up the heavy fabric without much warning, gathering it up high on her waist. It would be far more scandelous if she weren't wearing warm, black leggings underneath, but a few heads turn. Just to be sure. "Better?" She offers, brightly. By some stroke of convenience, there's a coiled tape measure amongst Laine's tools and snippets, along with a writing implement and a few scraps of leather. The young apprentice is rolling the tape measure between her forefinger and thumb, rambling something about challenges and patience and determination, when that rustle of fabric catches her attention, her head swivels, and eyes widen. She trails off. Consternation furrows her brow, but relief clears it: leggings. Of course. Laine breathes a laugh. "Better." She snaps the tape measure and crouches, looking a little awkward. "I'm just gonna--" Reach around to loop the tape around Azaylia's thigh. Laine does her best impression of someone who's not up close and personal with the Weyrwoman's crotch. "Just tell me when you need my waist." Azaylia offers breezily, obviously unbothered by the completely professional procedure. Then again, she's likely no stranger to being fitted, despite what her limited wardrobe might have one believe. In an effort to help, she bunches the skirt up higher and sticks her leg out, offering more of her solid thigh. All in all, the Weyrwoman looks completely comfortable with having someone's head up under her skirt. "You'll let me know the price soon?" Laine's forced to shift her weight backward when Azaylia moves her leg, but it does make the measuring process easier. She nips the ends of the tape together and takes note. Noticibly pinker in the cheeks when she stands, the tanner turns to jot a number on a leftover piece of hide. She clears her throat. "Okay. Next." Her smile is sheepish, despite the Weyrwoman's obvious comfort, as she holds out the tape to wrap around Azaylia's waist. "Price, I'll have a better idea when I know how much leather I'll need. Shouldn't be much. Less then two marks, I imagine." There's a strong likelihood she's applied the Weyrwoman Discount to that number. Azaylia lets the fabric drop, smoothing out what wrinkles she can before letting Laine have at her waist. There are women with far daintier middles, but the tanner might notice how there is no give to the goldrider's solid core. "Oh, good. You can send the price up with my Assistant, Hana. Or just come find me, if that's easier." It's an invitation of sorts, and a genuine one at that. "Although, that sounds more than reasonable. Thank you, Laine." No doubt she realizes the discount is in effect, which may be why Azaylia will attempt to slip the apprentice a bit more. "Is that all you'll need, then?" It only takes an instant to wrap the tape 'round Azaylia's midriff and take a measurement, and Laine steps back, scrubbing her chin self-consciously as she scratches out a second number on her hide. The tape measure is left in a rumpled heap next to her pencil, and the candidate leans back against the table, propping her elbows behind her as she faces Azaylia. "Sure." (She turns to mark down, "Hana".) Even though the bridge of her nose and her cheeks are flushed, Laine's lopsided smile is sincere. "That's it. Thanks for... thinking of me. I like doing stuff like this." She hesitates, then adds quickly, "And--you need a climbing partner, let me know, huh?" If Azaylia notices that flush, she's kind enough not to say anything. Or it could be that she's simply oblivious, beaming at the younger woman with her hands behind her back. "Wonderful. Although you really should thank X'vae for reminding me that you were a tanner. He's a bluerider." As if that narrows it down. Her palms smooth over her skirts one more time before turning, pleasantly surprised by Laine's offer. "Oh! I will. If I get a taste for it, that is. We'll see." Her fingers wiggle in a light wave, "Have a good day, Laine. Try to stay dry." Not technically on her off hours, the Weyrwoman has to get back to her various meetings and paperwork. |
Comments
Edyis (14:34, 31 March 2015 (EDT)) said...
... I almost sprayed tea on the monitor, this was hilarious.
Sky (14:07, 2 April 2015 (EDT)) said...
Great to see follow up from other scenes...and also, funny!
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