Logs:Complexities
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| RL Date: 30 May, 2013 |
| Who: Aishani, Alida |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Aishani enjoys complexities. Alida really doesn't. Still, they have a pretty decent conversation. |
| Where: Greenhouse, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 5, Month 12, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Quinlys/Mentions, Devaki/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Please ignore cannon mentions, as cannons were retconned in the pirate attack and that was missed! |
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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. She's wandering in here tonight, Alida simply trying to relax for once, sloughing off all of duty and whatever it might entail just to find a bit of peace. The blonde is crouching by some bushy plant or another, inhaling the fragrances that emanate from it, her fingertips lightly brushing over the greenery to stir up even more scent. On occasion, her greens either close or look around, given the habit or need of the moment. Apparently, there's a few people that take some time in the greenhouse - despite the fact that it's turning her waves into something closer to curls, Aishani seems to be coming from deeper inside, a folder under one arm and a vivid orange flower tucked behind one ear. Her long fingers tweak frizzing hair with a moue of displeasure, dark gaze flickering across the path as she continues along it, though Alida gives her pause; curiously, "Do you miss it?" Must be spacious, since Alida never saw her in here before. Green eyes lift from staring at that particular plant she's hovering near, and soon make out Aishani, the weyrling bobbing her head in polite recognition of the acting Weyrwoman, then stepping beyond rank...as she so often does. "Depends on the 'it,'" the bluie murmurs, keeping her tones low and easy in this place of peace. The blonde notes the goldie's frizzing hair, her hint of exasperation with such, that flower...and how the other woman presents herself at this moment...all in a lazy, gestalten sweep of senses. Lots of benches. Aishani nods to the plant, then glancing back to Alida, her own dark gaze taking in the weyrling bluerider with interest, head canting to the side. With a brief, faint smile, "The greenery. Something alive." Her attention shifts to the steamy windows, presumably the outdoors. "It's not quite the same out there now. So dry." There's a little wrinkle of her nose as she turns back, near-girlish. "Ah... yeah," Alida murmurs in an almost-sigh, her gaze flicking from Aishani to all the plants around them. In a thoughtful tone of voice, "Nature's pure. Straightforward." And sometimes incredibly violent, as well as kind. More brushing of fingertips over leaves generates more thoughts. "You ever get tired uv' complicated?" Smirk. If she doesn't, she's likely looney, says the weyrling's expression. Aishani has to admit, "I mostly spend time in here for my skin. The winter does awful things to it. I look terribly... grey at times." And that just won't do, not for the impeccably dressed and put-together weyrwoman. "I suppose you could look at it that way," she sort-of-agrees with Alida, looking around at all the plants, the water the drips from them. "There's always some anomaly or another, though. I might suggest to Quinlys the lot of you go South a few times, for fruit, once you're all steady with between." As for the last question, there's a quirk of lips. "Complexity is something I've lived with some time. But I do get tired, yes." "That's an idea..." Alida allows at the other woman's first observance, one hand lifting to brush fingertips against her own cheek for a moment. It's not vanity, but simple body-awareness. There's a bit of shifting so that the weyrling can kneel upon the path and relieve her joints from minutes of squatting, her greens moving down so as to keep the whole motion in balance... 'lida listening to Aishani the whole time. "Always..." is noted first, with a somewhat tired sigh, the bluie then looking up and over to her companion, a very wry bit of a smile offered to those last words. "I think most uv us'd enjoy that." The fruit trip, not complexity. Still... "Whadda' ya' think uv' that whole pirate incident?" Left field: pow. "Mm. Doesn't do much for my hair, but I have ways of dealing with it. And I hope to not run in to anyone." The last is light, wry - as if the bluerider's caught Aishani walking around just out of bed or something. Nodding, "I thought as much. That the trip might be a nice change. I think you should all get a chance to really... understand the scope." There's a frown, fine brows coming together as she catches something on one hand, a fleck of green ink, or paint, maybe? - while she's rubbing it off, folder held under arm, an arch of a brow Alida's way. "A rather large question. I ought to ask you; you and Ilicaeth were there, and Iesaryth tells me, watching." Alida's own hair is, perversely, going slowly limp under the onslaught of humidity, and her small twist of lips and casting of eyes up to try and see such shows at least some nominal bit of the generalities of decent grooming. "Too late..." is commented low for both of them. A faint brow scrunch is offered for words of 'scope,' but quickly enough, the bluerider's features even out, her head bobbing once. "Never been farther than here..." she comments, then turning a slightly (and instantly) irked expression upon Aishani at those latter words. "Alright...but I'll tell y'that I really don't wanna' play the political game right now." With *that* stated firmly, the blonde murmurs a bit tightly, "Too easy." Though the brow scrunch is faint, Aishani seems to notice enough to note idly, "It's much bigger than the North. All unsettled, by and large. It'll be different once you've seen around here... and that'll come shortly, I'm sure." She has a smile for that, seeming genuinely excited about the weyrling's future travels - but the irked expression from Alida seems to surprise her. "Political game," she repeats, slowly. "What precisely is political? The fact is you were there. All I have are reports to enlighten me, from which to draw conclusions." A pause. "We thought the timing, at the very least, was suspect. What about it seemed easy?" "I've heard..." the weyrling agrees of the South, hints of some inner fire dancing behind her gaze at the thought of Pern opening up to her, sooner or later. A faint curl of one corner of lips gives lie to what's inspired within, but then there's reality to deal with again. "The whole, 'I dance for you, you dance fer me' information sidestep with political 'n power undertones..." the blonde mutters, shaking her pale head, then looking back to the plant she's kneeling in front of. "Just... don't wanna' deal in anything but facts 'n open hands, right now." Back to Nature, indeed. "Yeah, timing, too." Grunt. Greens flick back over and up to the goldrider, their focus discerning, intent. "The pirate attack. They had cannons...so why not use 'em right off the bat, instead'u lettin' dragons tear their sails, threaten flaming? They were *found* out, so why not 'balls out?'" Her features tighten up as she relives the memory in her mind. "We got away with it all, even though we're about as green as c'n be." Weyrlings. "Shoulda' sustained at *least* a few injuries from an attack." Simply, "You'll see." Aishani's certain of that, at least. She listens to Alida, seeming faintly amused, the reason apparent soon enough; "Everything has some sort of power exchange inherent in it, especially when it comes to information, yes? It's impossible to get away from it. Even facts are debatable. History is written by those who benefit from it, and all that. But..." A little shrug. She'll try, perhaps. Apparently done with whatever's on her hands, she turns her full attention back to the weyrling, adjusting the flower. "I'd actually been concerned that was the intent, injuring a weyrling. Iesaryth and I both. But most people still won't harm a dragon, no more than a dragon will a human. I suppose that was part of it. It's possible... they didn't expect much of a response in the first place." A nod, a small shrug greet 'Shani's assurance, the weyrling then waving off the darker woman's next words. "Exactly...but there's also a free flow uv' information so people're on the same page...especially when it matters so much." To the Weyr. A small nibble by lower teeth at upper lip greets the goldie's next words, 'lida inserting, "Injure, 'cause... Ta' make us look inept? Foolish in front uv' that gaggle uv' Lords?" Lip-twist. Effing politics. "*Most* humans, *most* dragons." After a moment, the bluie slowly pushes up to a stand, and starts idly pacing up and back before the nearest row of plants...thinking. "If it had anything to do with the weyrlings - which I'm not certain it does, really - I would have assumed as a distraction, so that was the news of the day, rather than whatever happened at the festival." Aishani considers her nails as much as the whole conundrum, grimacing a touch. Glancing Alida's way, "I've said before, the question is more why. Who benefits from all this. That's where answers start to come from. There's not enough known about the provenance of either ship." As the blonde moves, she follows her with her gaze, adding, "I can't find an instance of anyone firing on a dragon. I'm not even certain the Weyr was the target." "Me either," Alida confirms to Aishani, the blonde nodding jusdiciously as she hears more from the other woman's mind on the incident. "Fuck if *I* know," follows up the weyrwoman's why and who, the weyrling looking disgusted and fed-up by turns. "One thing's fer sure, now there's a new Lord ta' deal with... an' a subtle one. Boy's got 'is fingers in pots, that's fer damned sure." It's a gut instinct call from the blonde...who likely cannot ever give up being a guard. "Well, firing, yeah. I was thinkin' uv' generalized attack." With a little shrug - who does know, from how things seem? - Aishani merely says, "If you think of anything, or remember anything, please let me know. It would be appreciated. It's certainly a concern, given any of you could have been hurt. Even if you weren't, thankfully." Her brows arch curiously Alida's way for her observations on the new heir to High Reaches, and she asks, interest in her tone, "Do you know him at all? Half the Weyr seems to think him a murderer, and some very much less so." There's a nod for the last; of course. Got it. "Will do..." the weyrling replies with auto-intent, her clipped and somewhat intense voice making it almost sounds as if she's responding to an order, instead of a request. The pacing stops, leaves Alida looking at Aishani, the way the other woman's brows arch at her words of Devaki. "Likely not more 'r less than anyone else." Snert. "Shells, he was *at* the friggin' Weyr when *I* arrived. Saw 'im show 'is face at a few functions, places now 'n again." A brush of a palm over the nearest plant. "Seemed ta' me he was always lookin'...observing. While bein' at least peripherally involved." Shrug. "It's appreciated." Aishani could order the weyrlings, one supposes, but it doesn't quite respect the weyrlingmaster's dominion over their charges. Nodding once, though still interested, "I was just wondering how close an observation it was. And I recall, yes." She has a brief, wry smile for the memory of the contingent from High Reaches, wondering to Alida, "What happened to that road, do you think? And I suppose that would be wise, yes? In a place where people think you killed someone. Or were involved in the killing at the very least." A knowing bit of a look is given to Aishani at her words of appreciation, Alida then shrugging again. "Close?" That brings another snert. "Just drawin' mental sketches from generalized observances." As for the road way back then, "Everybody knows how testy the terrain c'n get in the winter, 'specially passes. If one's lookin' for reasons ta' believe somethin' other than natural causes...well, they could concoct 'em 'n have it look just as valid." A sudden, dark blurt of a chuckle hits the air at her own thought. "So...am I the only one who's been called paranoid, lately?" Smirk. "Killed that...ah, what's the general grapevine said her name was? Sh-somethin'." Headshake. "Why'd he wanna be killin' such a person, anyway?" Shrugging, "It didn't seem a terribly valid reason, really. Just interesting that they never even bothered to pretend to follow up after. It's... something to keep in mind." Or so Aishani thinks for some reason. Tilting her head again, faintly bemused as she regards Alida, "I doubt you are? There's a few people who might be accused of paranoia, I'd think. And her name was Seani. I don't really know much about it; I wasn't here. I imagine something to do with secrets. It's usually something to do with that." Wry, a little sad, perhaps. A thoughtful nod greets the goldrider's words of reasonings behind the road debacle, Alida twisting her lips a little at such. "It's only paranoia if whatever one's suspicious of's been proven wrong." Smirk. "Ah yeah..." the weyrling notes of the proper name supplied, her eyes clouding a little at words of secrets being worth so much. After some silent moments, "Secrets on secrets, until they build up inta' a mountain that crushes. Some shit's properly left in that state, but other things..." Sigh, headshake. "When a life becomes more about keepin' shit hidden than about livin' it..." "And do you have much experience with that?" If Aishani's amused, dark eyes bright, she might be forgiven; though there's some keen interest too in her gaze. She arches a brow Alida's way, shifting her folder into her arms so she can hold it over her chest. "Not yet..." the weyrling mutters dryly, trying not to smirk at Shani. "But, I get the feeling that livin' at this place is already makin' my life a shelluva' lot more complicated than I ever wanted it ta' be." Already the blonde's in motion again, slowly stepping down the paths towards the door, casting a look over her shoulder at the weyrwoman, and noting casually, "And now I'm fuckin' sick t'tears uv' talk like this. You?" Beat. "Feel like some tea instead, maybe talk about some other crap...like pretty man ass?" Snert. Dark eyes brightening further, "Oh, no. I rather enjoy this sort of thing. It's the other... crap I discuss quite a bit less." Aishani's personal life (and preferences in men and their asses, apparently) is less fertile ground for discussion than politics and murder. But then, everyone watches her dragon for a shift in shade lest something happen, so perhaps she can't be blamed. "And I've some correspondence to get to, but I will take you up on tea, or a drink, another time." It seems sincere at least. She will, however, walk back out to the bowl with the bluerider, and catch up on the thrilling details of weyrling training. |
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