Logs:Don't You Know Anything?
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| RL Date: 20 December, 2004 |
| Who: Bidran, Lexiana, Linnea, Rachiel, Satiet |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| Where: Lower Caverns |
| When: Day 6, Month 8, Turn 1 (Interval 10) |
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| Your location's current time: 19:37 on day 6, month 8, Turn 51, of the Tenth Pass. It is a summer evening. You stride through the archway, into the lower caverns. Lower Caverns(#1090RJs) One of the glow baskets next to you flickers a bit and then becomes steady again. Rachiel walks through the archway, from the living cavern. Rachiel Standing at 4'3, Rachiel is average in height. She is average in her weight. Her eyes are of a light blue shade. Her skin is a light brown shade, as if she has worked outside for long periods of time. Her hair is also a light brown and is waist length. Although not visible, she has some muscle, and, when needed, she can lift a heavy load. Her age is ). She wears a light tan shirt with dark tan pants. Her hair is held up with a strip of light blue cloth, and her boots are made of wherhide. Carrying: Bag of marbles Gitar Evening's approach to the Weyr is marked by a setting sun outside, however those inside are given indication by the changing of the glows. A large basket is held along her forearm, the other arm reaching up to drop a few glows into one of the various baskets that light up the cavern. Slowly, one by one, each basket receives more glows, brightening the room for those who are finishing up work. In the corner, a pair of dragonriders sit playing cards and their raucous laughter lifts up above most of the other noises. With a smile playing on her lips, Satiet steps over towards the game, joining the small crowd watching the game. Rachiel walks into the cavern holding a piece of hide in one hand and her giter carefully in the other. "You should get out, rider," Satiet remarks, her alto quiet but well-pitched so her intended target, the bluerider she's standing behind, can hear it. "Those cards aren't going to get you anywhere good." She stands their, hip swinging to one side to rest the basket against, her gaze strays from the game to the numerous passersby, a short girl with an instrument catching her eye. Another smile floats to her lips, and she lifts her hand to wiggle fingers in a wave towards the girl. Rachiel notices Satiet and walks over to her and says, "Hello." For now, her attention diverges from the game towards the approaching girl, and a half-welcoming smile is fashioned onto her lips. It's a half-hearted attempt at best, a trifle forced. "Evening. You play the gitar?" Satiet's blue eyes rest on the instrument held in the girl's hand, "Or are you running an errand for a harper?" Rachiel looks at Satiet and says, "I can play, but I don't run errand for the harper." Satiet's lips thin, the smile of seconds prior, a ghost on her features. Dark brows draw together as she considers the instrument again in silence, a nod finally accompanying her expression. "It must have cost your parents quite a few marks to get that for you." Her voice softens, and now outright ignoring the game, she takes a few steps forward, leaning forward to be on eye-level with the girl. "You must be quite talented? Are you thinking of becoming a harper?" Her lips part in a pause of sudden thought, and she laughs, "I talk about manners and yet I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself. Satiet." The name pronounced as say-shet. "High Reaches duties, little one." Rachiel looks at the game and then back to Satiet, "I earned the marks on my own, I think about becoming a harper but i'm happy here in the weyr." Surprise darkens the blue of Satiet's eyes and she blinks a few times. "Faranth, if I could've earned that many marks when I was as young as you are, I'd be a Lady Holder by now." The lighthearted tease of the girl's intonation escapes in an unchecked giggle. "Have you lived at the Weyr long then? Born here, raised here? Know all the nooks and crannies to get lost in?" Rachiel giggles and says, "I know of a few secret places here. I was raised in Telgar Hold, until about a turn ago." "Telgar Hold?" Satiet looks over her shoulder, a sudden yelp of triumph from the game causing her to smirk. "Looks like I was ride. You shouldn't have bet that last round, I -told- you." Self-important confidence displays in the uptilt of her right eyebrow, before she turns back to Rachiel, smug. "So why are you here? Did your parents come to the Weyr, or were you fostered?" (Rachiel had to leave so we ended this scene here.) Rachiel meanders up the stairs to the residents' quarters. Rachiel has left. Lexiana strolls in through the archway from the bowl. Lexiana has arrived. Rachiel wanders down the stairs from the residents' quarters. Rachiel has arrived. Bidran meanders through the archway, from the living cavern. Bidran has arrived. Linnea meanders in through the archway from the bowl. Linnea has arrived. The crowd in the lower caverns has grown, various people finishing up projects here and there across the work tables, while an exuberant card game is being held in the far corner. Satiet has returned to her spot near the game, low words being murmured as she watches, and bobbling head keeping track of the cards that are being played. "The greenrider'll win next round," she predicts idly, drawing out an indulgent smile on those older around her. Over her right arm, a large basket of glows is held, her evening chore being neglected for this side distraction. As dinner ends, more people filter in from the living caverns, pausing to catch up with acquaintances on their way back to their rooms. Half the cavern is lit with fresh glows, while the other half is still slightly dark. Bidran walks in from the Living Cavern with food still in his hands, startled by the crowd in the Lower Caverns, he drops a breadroll. Blinking, he picks it up and blows off the dirt. This stranger with a Brownrider Fort knot walks into the living carven with a large bag thrown across her shoulder. Looking around, she spots a male candidate walking sweeping up next to the hearth. She waves the boy over and Tonver bows. "Duties brownrider. How may I help you?" She leans down and says some short hushed words and the hands the bag over to him. He bounces off with his buddle. Linnea, freshly bathed and her clothing freshly cleaned and dried, dodges some unruly escaping children who come up to about her elbows as she comes in, making a mildly irate face. "Be careful, young ones," she chides to their backs as they move out of sight. "Gracious. No manners, at all." That noted, she folds her arms over her chest, and surveys the rest of the scene, remaining still for the moment to take in the others present, noting the group playing cards and those nearby. Bidran is startled again as he sees the Fort knot on Lexiana's shoulder. Satiet is so intent on the game, that the other incomings are given passing regards. Fingers stretch out, the soft pop of a knuckle barely discernible in the din of noise. "Games in the bag," she murmurs again, waiting for the final card turnover by studying each of the player's expressions. A nervous tic along the side of a Reaches brownrider's face causes the candidate's grin to twitch sardonically. "It's over." Easing herself off the wall, the raven- haired girl pushes her way out from the crowd gently, casting a rueful look backwards, "Should've bet on who'd win. Ah well." Now out from the crowd, she observes the other people in the caverns, offering a casual nod towards Linnea, "Hey, nursery duty?" Lexiana stretches out her arms a bit as her heavy burden has been lifted. Smiling at those that give there greetings, she walks over to the drink table and reaches for the klah pot. However, she just frowns at the pot because alas it is empty. Sighing, she mutter something about 'great... just been one of those days.' Linnea, free of the rabble of running children, looks around for the source of the voice, momentarily confused. "Sorry? What was...oh. Them? No. I managed to avoid that. Instead, I had the duty I mocked another girl for having before I joined your ranks...bagging rocks." A sour face pulls her expression in tightly, not doing anything at all to improve her appearance. Stepping closer to Satiet, she motions toward the Fortian brownrider at the klah pot, whispering, "How can you tell where they're all from? She's not from here, the one in red, is she? I mean, I remember studying the drawings of all the knots, but we hardly ever needed any in River Bend aside from Reaches." Satiet follows Linnea's gaze towards the rider, curiosity narrowing her eyes. Blithely, she shrugs, "Their knot tells where they're from. Didn't you ever pay attention in your harper classes? Black is the main color of the Weyrs, and whatever color is intertwined with it is where they're from. If you had paid attention in classes, you'd obviously know." The white on her shoulder is given a careless flick, "We're at the bottom of the pack so we only get white knots." Her dismay at this is self-evident in her cool tones. The alto voice lifts up though, as she continues to observe the Fortian rider, "Reaches duties to you, ma'am." An elbow nudge is given the other girl, "Go on. Be polite." Rachiel meanders up the stairs to the residents' quarters. Rachiel has left. Lexiana quickly turns around trying to figure out where the voice is coming from. When she see the white knot of those addressing her, she smiles a bit. "Fort duties to Reaches and her queens." giving her the official greeting. "Do one of you know where a lowly brownrider my find a fresh pot of klah." Linnea frowns, looking down at her own knot, then squinting across the room to peer more closely at the other woman's ranking knot. "I know it tells the weyr," she hisses. "But I can't remember for the life of me which colors go where, and how many twists each rank gets. You don't have to talk to me like I'm a wherry." Her hiss comes to an abrupt halt, however, as her tone rises and she straightens her posture to speak to the rider. "Reaches's duties to you, ma'am," she echoes primly. "Yes ma'am, of course I do. I'll fetch some fresh." With that, she's taken off toward the kitchens, aiming to prove, perhaps to Satiet, that she's the more polite, even if she doesn't know her knots by heart. Lexiana This isn't the face that launched a thousand ships - she's attractive but in her own subdued style, which owes little to artifice and much to nature. Dark auburn hair falling in burnished layers around a narrow, fine boned face, her eyes are the deep sea-green that can become sea-blue with a change of light, or her mood, and her skin is a warm peach, with a healthy tanned glow that still seems to hold summer warmth. She stands around 5'6, with a well-proportioned figure, her breasts are small but firm and well shaped and her waist curves smoothly in and then out to full hips, a woman's figure rather than a girl's, carried with grace and dignity. Gleaming with deep red and Bordeaux, the leather set she is wearing seems to be the perfect defense against the deadly chill of *between* Cut narrow at the waist, the jacket is lined with contrasting white-dyed fur which can be seen around the wrists and neck. Embroidered with silver threads on the chest near the heart, the Fort Weyr insignia adds another shade, matching those of the brass buckles that circle the waist. Finally, a pair of snug fitting wherhide pants disappearing into high-knee leather boots, succeed in scaring the coldness away. The overall effect seems to radiate warmth. On her shoulder is a brown and black knot that shows her position to be that of a rider at Fort Weyr, a brown thread runs through it denoting the color of her lifemate. She appears to be somewhere around 20 turns old. Carrying: Blaze(#2374QVps$) "Brown for Fort," is murmured under Satiet's breath, a mental notation being taken if the further narrowing of inquisitive eyes on the knot is any indication. At the rider's approach, she straightens, eyes widening again and a warm smile finding its way onto her lips. "There's usually fresh klah in the living caverns. I'm afraid there's been far too much traffic in the lower caverns this day for us candidates to keep up with keeping a fresh supply here." Linnea's hissing is ignored, as is her quick steps towards the kitchens except for a slightly amused look in her glance. "Don't mind her, ma'am, she tends to be rather wherryhead once in a while, but she's a sweetheart most of the time." Lexiana chuckles a bit and then nods. "I will keep that on mind." Then she nods. "I am Brown Duerth's Lexiana." Says in a friendly greeting. Linnea misses Satiet's kind words while she's away, but the hustling girl eventually returns with a fresh pot in her bare hands. This seems to present a bit of difficulty, as it is rather warm and seems to be reddening her hands. "Oh oooh, oohhh," she murmurs, passing the pot back and forth from hand to hand before placing it daintily on the table near the brownriding guest to Reaches. "Here you are, ma'am. They hadn't set up fresh, so I waited while it was made." She looks at the pot, then at the woman, hopefully. "Do you still want it?" "Satiet of Tillek, but now of here, I suppose." The name pronounced say-shet, "With a t, so my brothers call me Sattie, which is a disgusting abbreviation." The dark ponytail swishes when Linnea returns, the Tillekian candidate marking the other girl's progress with cool, observant eyes. "They might've had some fresh klah in the living caverns. You didn't have to bother the kitchen staff, you know." Long strides, or at least the longest possible with her slight height, bring her closer towards the brownrider, and she glances curiously towards wherever the boy candidate went off to. "Did you have an errand to run while here, ma'am? Package to deliver?" Lexiana smiles at Linnea and nods. "Yes, I still want some. It has been a long day." Grabbing a clean mug, she pours herself some. "Yes, I had a package to deliever. It happens when we are the news member of a wing. You get the run around duties." "It was ages old in there. And besides," prattles Linnea, "I wanted to see how they make it here. Did you know they have a great press where they prepare it? It's amazing. But--oh." She steps back to Lexiana can fill her mug, her hands clasping behind her back. "Do you have any more to be run around? I'm sure Sattie would love to tend them for you, if so." Lexiana shakes her head. "Nope this is my last stop for the day. After this I have a date with a very long hot bath." then she eyes unfocus a bit. "Alright, first I have a date with an oil paddle and then a long bath." "Just graduated then?" The smile on Satiet's lips widen, and a hand lifts, two fingers pressed to her forehead in a mock salute, "Congratulations are in order then. We don't hear much news outside of Pern at my cothold, but every so often a trip to Tillek will bring in the gossip. I'd heard there had been eggs at Fort in the past turn or so." Her smile tightens at the nickname, and the look darted towards Linnea is chilled over. "If I can meet more people in the Weyr, I wouldn't mind, but perhaps the rider should rest a bit before worrying over work? It's a long ride, even with between." She pauses, considering Lexiana, an idle finger coming to tap against her cheek, "It's disconcerting when riders do that. Talk to themselves, but not." Linnea studies Lexiana intently, her eyes moving from the knot to the person and back again as though committing each to a studied memory, which will likely not last more than five minutes following her efforts. "I suppose you're right. I don't mean to pester." A rueful glance toward Satiet, and Li sighs lightly. When the rider's eyes unfocus, she looks uncertainly at her fellow candidate, nodding. "Why do they--pardon, ma'am--you-- do that? Are your eyes itchy?" Lexiana stops midway in a drink and blinks a bit as she gives Satiet a sideways look. "Talk to themselves.... I wasn't talking to myself. I was answering Duerth..." then after a moment thought. "With could be disconcerting if you aren't use to being around riders." "I know that, Karimina did that too, I think." Satiet comments, a flush rising to her cheeks. The grip around the handle of the basket tightens and though she keeps the rider within view, the slight girl begins to move from glow lantern to lantern, replenishing each with new ones. "It's.. strange. I can't tell if someone's honestly going crazy, talking to themselves, or just a rider. Though I suppose the just qualification doesn't do your service justice." When the girl's rounds bring her near Linnea, her dark head leans forward to murmur lightly, "I'd prefer it, dear, if you didn't call me Sattie. Please." The emphasis placed on the last word sets it apart from the rest of the casual attitude, and the overly sweet smile that accompanies could be disconcerting in it's cattiness. Linnea's face doesn't redden, though she picks up on the sideways glance toward the other girl from the rider, and a slight smile creeps across her lips. As Satiet returns to her chores, Linnea also strives to look busy, moving along the beverage station in this area and checking the arrangement of cups and mugs. "I'm sorry," Li returns, innocently, her own voice lilting in its tone and raised in pitch over its norm. "I didn't realize that you didn't like it. I'll try to remember, but my memory isn't very good and I have trouble recalling my lessons." "It's a pity you have trouble recalling my name and not my nickname." Solemnity darkens Satiet's face as she lingers near the other girl. "But I suppose I should be kinder to those less fortunate. I apologize, Lin." If only all apologies were this easy. Keeping her voice conversationally distant, she studies the other candidate, "How've your days been since being Searched? I'm sorry I didn't get to see you until later that night, but the chores here have been keeping me occupied. And I've never been to a Weyr before." Curiosity parts her lips and a question tumbles forward, unchecked by her better judgment, "Did you ever find the tunnels that heat the sands?" Linnea scoots sideways along the tables, keeping the ancient lace on her cuff clear of any spills or overfull pots. "I'm not even going to answer that," she mutters, proving her words to be untruths in their uttering. "My days," she says, shortly, "have been fine. I've spent more hours with firestone than I'd ever hoped to, and at night, I've hardly slept, though I haven't found the tunnel, no. There's a spinner above my cot," and here she loses her distant tone in the sharing of an item of interest, "and it has been making and remaking its web. I think it collects insects, and I've been watching it feed." Lexiana watches the two candidates with intense eyes if not amused eyes. Then she clears her voice just a bit just to remind them that she is there. "You haven't spend time with firestone until you have impressed a fighting dragon. Then you will learn to love firestone." "Spinners do that. Prey on other insects." Satiet tilts her head, the runnertail bobbling towards one side. With a sigh, she returns to her duties, dropping four large glows into the last of the lanterns that decorate the lower caverns work area. Skittering around a group of laundry workers, she returns to the other candidate's side, the smile on her face touching on genuine. "I did leave my pants on your cot earlier after dinner. In case you wanted to look over it a bit. I've never been terribly interested in mending trousers, but if you're game and would oblige me, I'd love to watch." Lexiana is cast a quick look and a lopsided smirk, "Love it or hate it, I suppose by then it'll be too late to back out. Has your dragon flamed then? Even without Thread?" Lexiana nods and puffs up with pride if not a little annoyed. "Yes, Duerth has flamed and he is very good at it thank you. Just because there isn't thread doesn't mean that a dragon stops being a dragon and doing what dragons do." Linnea chews her lip, as though the idea of spending lots and lots of time with firestone perhaps wasn't her idea of a wonderful past-time. "You do?" Seizing on the opportunity to learn something about how the world works, she rapidly follows that up with, "Can you explain why it works? Or how it works? The firestone, how it doesn't break their teeth? It seems awfully heavy, and I'd think it was hard to chew up." Eager to hear replies, she murmurs to Satiet, as though embarrassed for her mending skills rather than proud, "I guess, if you must. I usually work alone when I'm mending, so I can concentrate better." Friendly, a complete turnaround, Satiet attempts to put her free arm around Linnea's shoulders in camaderie, "I'd love to. Really." But whatever she plans on saying next trails off into silence, her pointed chin lifting in interest towards Lexiana. "Have you ever been flamed, even a little bit, by your own dragon? Can you actually feel him chewing or, taste it it feels like for him?" Curiosity overcomes her know-it-all nature, and she takes a few steps forward, "I've heard that you can sometimes feel what the dragon is feeling.. you know." Lexiana frowns a bit at Satiet and then takes a second to compile her thoughts. "I can give you an hour or two lecture on firestone if you want. And I can make it longer if Duerth gets involved in the lecture. Him being the pro." Then she thinks a little more. "No, I haven't been flamed by Duerth. In spite him being very clumsy at some things. No, I don't think I have ever tasted it or felt like I am chewing the stone. However, when he is in pain. I feel it quite plainly. And I can feel his emotions, too." then she frowns a bit more. "It is kind of hard to explain. It is like you have two minds in your head." Linnea's few moments of concentrated effort toward the rider bring back an earlier question of Satiet's into her memory, and she looks curiously toward the living cavern. "I think there is somewhere left that I haven't tried. For the tunnel? If you'll excuse me, ma'am, Sattie, I'll be sure to see you later, to catch you for mending your pants before bed if nothing else." Eagerly bright eyes return to Lexiana, "I'd love to hear the lecture, ma'am, really. I've always wondered how it all worked. Thank you for telling us a little about it." With a quick curtsy, she bolts for the living cavern. "Please come visit Reaches again soon!" Linnea wanders through the archway, into the living cavern. Linnea has left. "How distracting." Satiet brushes invisible dust off her shoulder, "Two minds in your head. The way I figured it was always two minds somehow becoming one, but a whole different entity in smaller heads might be too much." A surreptitious look is shot towards Linnea's exit. "In any case, I hope the Reaches can be hospitable to you and yours, ma'am. I'm afraid I'll have to pass on that lecture for now." A wry grin surfaces on her features, "Should I Impress, I'll wait until then to sit through something that long." Lexiana strolls through the archway, out to the bowl. Lexiana has left. |
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