Logs:Complicated Simple Things
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| RL Date: 26 September, 2015 |
| Who: Dee, Rhiannon |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Dee and Rhiannon chat briefly about their trainings and things that should be simple but aren't. |
| Where: Sanctuary, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 4, Month 12, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
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>---< Sanctuary, Fort Weyr >-------------------------------------------------<
Once a complete weyr, buried beneath the mudslide, this awkwardly-shaped
chamber has now been cleaned up and protected from the elements by a set
of proper doors where the ledge might have been. It's a cozy little spot,
all funny little shelves and nooks in the warmly-painted walls, various
ornaments sat in each space in the wall, from collections of tealights to
elaborate carvings.
A third of the cavern is occupied by a large, rectangular storage unit
fronted by glass to make a counter-top, behind which lie a series of
wooden shelves stacked with crockery and various bottles, a proper yet
small built-in oven and a short, stocky cupboard. A selection of cakes,
biscuits and pastries are usually available throughout the day, set out on
the countertop alongside a board detailing the variety of warm drinks
available. Small groupings of mismatching furniture sit scattered
throughout the remaining free space, lending the place a quaint, homely
air. Usually on-duty is Molly or Joy, kitchen girls known for their baking
skills. Late autumn in Fort often comes with wintry storms and today is no different. Outside a snow and rain mingled together leaves the world a chill and muddy mess. It makes the indoor places of Fort inviting and particularly inviting, no doubt, is the Sanctuary is especially so with its cozy atmosphere, baked goods and warm drinks. That's probably why this late morning finds Dee settled into one of the chairs, her books spread on the small coffee table at that particular grouping and notes in her lap. Rhiannon comes into the room with the look of someone who is seeing it for the first time. She seems to like what she sees, as a smile plays across her face when she looks at the colorful walls. She walks up to the bar and starts reading the board of drinks as she munches on a biscuit she picked up from the counter top. She orders a drink and turns around to look at the crowded tables, thanks to the weather. She turns back when her drink is ready and with drink in hand (the buiscuit is already gone) she walks over to Dee, somewhat hesitantly at the last moment. "Weyrwoman? I'm sorry to interrupt you, but I wanted to take the opportunity to introduce myself. My name is Rhiannon, and I'm the newest Assistant Headwoman." The way Dee's hazel gaze draws up from her notes suggests that the girl is used to being interrupted. She rarely has a shortage of friendly smiles and now is no exception, "Rhiannon," she nods, lifting a hand as a gesture of invitation for the older woman to join her. She shifts to set her notes atop her books. "Please, it's Dee. There will be turns and turns for people to call me weyrwoman, but I'm a weyrling a little while longer, so..." She might as well enjoy it, or try. "Nice to officially meet you. It never seems like there's enough time for social niceties when training is underway." That much is wry observation. Rhiannon smiles, "I didn't want to interrupt your work too long," but she does accept the invitation and sit down. "Well met, Dee." She nods with a grin at Dee's comment about training. "I know what you mean. I've been training since I got here as well. I've been here over a month and this is the first time I've had time to explore this place in fact." She takes a sip of her drink and mmms. "That's good. Good weather for it too." She looks around at the room. "I like sitting in a place with people when I work, before coming here I traveled a lot so there was always someone around and it feels comfortable." "Yeah, I know the feeling. My brother was always somewhere about when I was studying, so it's easier with just the right amount of background noise," which Sanctuary seems to provide. "You're not from here?" seems to be what Dee gathers from the talk of travel. "How are you finding your training? Mine always seems much too much. Like cramming for exams at the Hall." She wrinkles her nose at the memory. "There'll be lots more of this sort of weather. I've been thinking of trying to see if the High Reaches weavers make sweaters thicker than our weavers do. I'd rather wear one thicker one than three thinner ones to combat the cold." There's humor there but also a seriousness that means this isn't idle thought. Rhiannon nods. "That sounds good. I mean, even places that generally have nicer weather might need thicker clothes because of sea air for instance. I'm from a trading family that travels around most of the year. One of our regular stops was Fort Hold. And this time I stuck around." She grins. "Though I've come to understand why we're out of this area by this time of the year." She takes another sip from her mug. "I find some of the training to be overwhelming, especially when it's not in areas I have experience in. Luckily I did the bookkeeping for the traders, so that part of the job along with organizing and recordkeeping are familiar, which leaves more time to get used to other things, like dealing with Kitchen work." "Maybe Tillek then," Dee murmurs thoughtfully. "They have cold and sea air to contend with. Though..." she hesitates, "I heard something about tensions with their Weyr and maybe I oughtn't go somewhere like that anyhow." She chews her lower lip a moment, "It's difficult to do simple things-- things that should be simple, but now I have to think on if it would be taken one way or another. Would our weavers be offended, for example? If I sought weavers goods elsewhere?" There's a weary shake of the young woman's head. "Sounds like you have good experience for the job. Good, too, that Fort's staff is well experienced. Lots to teach you even if you'd come in knowing more than half of everything there is to know." Rhiannon smiles and nods. "Yes, quite a lot. Probably more than I guessed, but I'm enjoying the challenge." She thinks for a moment, looking into her mug. "Well, you could go see some of the traders." She grins as she looks back up. "I'm partial to mine, and I do know we have some good weavers. That wasn't my focus is all. When I wasn't bookkeeping I did embroidery to sell, usually on small things like handkerchiefs and boxes with fabric tops." She pauses for a few seconds. "Perhaps you could put in a custom order with your weavers. Find an example of the type of sweater you want, and ask them to make you something like it. You would at the same time be including them in the process and introducing a new pattern to them, thereby increasing their skills. I'm not sure how the person making it would feel, but if another weaver learns how to make it just by looking at it, I think that's just the nature of things. I learn from what I see all the time." "That-- I could think on that," the matter of traders, "Though I'd imagine no one would like me out and about on my own. And I'd imagine I'd have to have marks for a custom order to our weavers," there's a tight smile for that. "Budget cuts." Dee observes the phenomenon that's affected all riders, but not the lower caverns staff's salaries. "I--" starts some other thought and ends in a frown that quickly gives way to a look of apology. "Taeliyth says I'm needed. Please excuse me, Rhiannon," is polite as she hurriedly moves to gather her notes, books and outer-wear for the trek to wherever it is she's needed. |
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