Logs:Education
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| RL Date: 29 July, 2011 |
| Who: Elgin, Emmeline, Evali, Nathalia |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Drinks. Herbalry. Candidates. |
| Where: Snowasis |
| When: Day 8, Month 5, Turn 26 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Rhaelyn/Mentions |
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| The Snowasis probably wasn't the best pick for a place to go sit to /study/, but despite the clamor and noise Evali has found a nook to settle into and read a book of herbalry. She is making notes in one of her Turnday gifts (a notebook) and tentatively putting her fingers to the other every now and then (she wears a leather strip around her neck with a small island shell on it). A glass of wine sits on the table in front of her books, barely touched but clearly having had a sip or two taken from it. Emme is clearly celebrating something or other, since when she rounds the corner to see Evali seated at a booth, she too has a glass of wine in hand. Hey, all she heard was - don't get drunk. Nobody said candidates can't drink at all... right? Ahem. "Hey, Evali!" Yep, she slides in opposite the island's midwife with a smile in place. "What've you got there?" she tips her head towards the herbalry book in question. Rather disheveled looking, Nat makes her way to what has slowly become her favorite place in all of high reaches, the bar. Fortunately it seems the usual barkeep is busy so she is able to grab a bottle and a glass before spotting the two Islanders. "Mind if I join you ladies?" She asks, looking about the rather full cavern. Up go Evali's eyes, first, from the book; followed slowly by the rest of her head, lifted so that she's now facing Emmeline instead of simply peering through eyelashes at her. And then there's Nathalia right on her tail. Evali tenses a little bit -- there are suddenly people everywhere -- but manages to let out, calmly, "Herbalry. And no. Please have a seat," before breathing and turning to the glorious wine to take a sip. "Don't worry. S'just me." Emme assures.... just before it isn't just her anymore! And there's a vaguely apologetic smile on the harper's lips then, meant for her shy friend. "Herbalry. Have you found anything interesting? Or, like, different herbs that are used for some of the things we couldn't deal with back h.. on the Island?" she wonders, nodding a greeting to Nathalia just before she sips from her own glass. "Hey there." Nat slips into a seat with a friendly smile. "I swear I don't bite. . ." She offers the girl brightly. "Though I think that's more words in a breath I have heard out of you since we met." Emmeline gets a bright and friendly smile too, before she too seems interested in the notebook. "Herbalry, sound fascinating." It may also be the most words that Evali ever says in one breath. As she is not continuing to elucidate so much as just nod -- a nod of 'yes' for Emmeline and a nod of 'it is' for Nathalia, and another sip of her wine. Evali is still not forthcoming, though she is at least /smiling/ at them. "Welllll, give me an example." Emmeline prompts, knowing full well that it takes a proverbial crowbar to get Evali to open up. So she employs a smile as well, and kind of raises her glass as if in toast. "I'll share some news with you, if you share with me." Who can resist that, right? Nathalia's good natured joking earns a chuckle. Maybe she's already had a full glass of her own, eh? "Evali was our midwife on the Island, if she hasn't already mentioned it." There is a rather long stretch and the rather messy looking candidate pours herself a glass from the pilfered bottle taking a long sip of the dark amber rum as she listens to Emmeline prompt the girl, and there is a smile for the harper. "No she didn't." There's a big grin now from the smith. "So you were the one responsible for looking after the little ones health then huh?" No. She didn't. Evali never says much, but more and more, people are figuring out how to draw her out -- they're all sitting at a corner table, everyone with a drink and Evali with books. "More the mothers," she says softly, and then reads an entry from the book, "Adonis is a flowering plant that grows primarily in spring. The plant itself is toxic, but mixing the seeds into a tea helps with chest pain." Elgin strolls in the bowl, coming in behind Nathalia he claps her on the shoulder in a rough friendly gesture, "Imagine finding you here." He grins as the girl as he slides into a seat, a smile goes to the other females, "Emmeline, Evali..." He eyes the group as they speak about birth and woman things, "Looks like I might be in for a little education today, eh?" "It can be poisonous, but the seeds... hmm. I think I'm glad that I don't question the wisdom of the healers. If I'm told to drink it, I do. Don't think I'd be so brave if I knew some of it could be poisonous though!" Emme admits, toying with her glass when Elgin appears at the table to join them. "If you want, we can start discussing childbirth." she jokes, lips quirked up into a wry smile. "But I think you're pretty safe." She smiles. "I imagine they need more looking after than the kids sometimes," She offers on the topic of mothers. And listens thoughtfully to the lesson. The clap on the shoulder though nearly makes her spill her precious drink and she offers the male a rough grin. "Probably the best place to find me any given day." Not that it said much for her character but its truth. As Emme speaks up the girl nods, "I'd rather leave the mess of flowers and plants to the healers, they seem to really know their stuff." There is a bit of a grimace at the thought of discussing child birth but the smith doesn't feel the need to say anything about it. Evali shakes her head a little at Elgin. "I am not teaching," she confides. As of course, right now, she is learning. The others are merely learning /with/ her, now, as she's started to read aloud. She has, just as quickly, stopped and gone back to listening to the others and their discourse. "Well don't let any riders catch you here and not doing chores, they don't seem to like seeing candidates with free time." Elgin chuckles, though in retrospect it is probably a good idea. Emmeline is given a charming grin, "If that is what the ladies would like to speak about then by all means, who am I to say no to such lovely women, especially one the matters of life?" Someone is having a good day, or more likely has been up to no good. "I was only kidding Evali." The boy says with a twinkling smile, "What have you been up to?" "That's why we're in a booth." Emme whispers sotto voice, when the matter of riders and chores and candidates with free time is brought up. "I'd have to agree with you there, Nat." Elgin's rejoinder, however, just has her raising an eyebrow. "My, aren't youy in a charming mood this afternoon. What have *you* been up to?" she wonders, before glancing over at Evali again. "Have you found any other herbs in there I might find useful?" It may be that only the former midwife is going to have a clue what the harper is talking about there. "Oh I don't think you have to worry about most the riders. . . on that, and it isn't like anyone here is shirking their duties." Nat offers though in truth, she still hasn't been to the nursery today. She too notices the rather. . . flamboyant? Mood the Islander males seems to be in and there's a bit of a wicked grin that crooks its way across her lips. "What Indeed." If Emme didn't pry it out, Nat was going to. "I am not a candidate," Evali elucidates. She is the only one here who isn't, perhaps, but she is not a candidate. And so she can do whatever she wants! She is sort of an apprentice healer, but for now, wears no knot and gives no rank. She is watching Elgin for an answer, now, but does not pry herself. Emmeline gets the quickest hidden nod. Elgin shifts in his seat and shakes his head waggling his finger at the ladies, "No, you see we have to do extra chores if they tell us. I told a rider I was almost done with my chores, because I had gotten up early to start them so I could have the night off and they told me they extra stuff for me to do in that case." There is a nod to Evali about her assessment of the positions at the table. "The rest of us are though..." He slides down in his seat as he is interrogated by the women about his mood, even Evali's watching is interperted as suspecting, "Oh, you know. Just talking to a friend." Not plotting certainly, and not with a specific friend, a quick sly glance is given to Nathalia and he can't stop the grin from briefly crossing his face. He quickly switches to the next topic at hand, "Herbs? Useful for what? Childbirth?" "Which reminds me I need to go check on whether there's more messages to deliver soon. But I really needed a break." Talk of extra chores prompts that confession from Emmeline, though her attention is caught by Evali's nod. And even despite her cheerful mood, there's a near visible release of tension in her shoulders there. "Good." she breathes, pretty much downing the rest of her glass in one shot there. "I am certainly not pregnant, so no on the childbirth Elgin." she replies. "But maybe you should elaborate on your plotting?" There is nothing but a wicked grin for the boys reply. Apparently she had a lot more skill in dealing with riders than he did. Well if the mornings activities were anything to go on. "Mm, well I must have /far/ better luck than you do." If her current win streak was any indication. There is a knowing nod for Emmeline, and a sympathetic smile. "Don't run yourself ragged now," And Evali gets a smile. That sly look though, she doesn't know what to make of it at first, so instead it seems she will have to rely on Emme to pry it out of the boy. Evali is, thankfully, not expected to talk anyway, so she needn't comment on the confidentiality of what she and Emmeline speak of being, well, confidential. Offered smiles are, however, always returned, and she takes another hesitant sip of the wine. Elgin crosses his arms and props himself up against his elbows on the table, a glance runs back and forth between Evali and Emmeline, before he answers Emmeline, "Plotting?" He brows draw together but he smiles, "No plotting, just hanging out with Rhaelyn." He glances between the two women again and then turns to Nathalia, "You do seem to be here an awful lot? How do you pull that off?" Emmeline has successfully steered the topic of conversation well away from where she didn't want it to go, and thus considers the day a success! "I'll sure try, Nat." she mumbles wryly, and just gives Elgin a playful wink before she stands up to leave. "I'll try to find you later, Eva. Ok? Plus I still have news to share!" And with that, the harper all but dashes out to go check on those messages. Down the hatch with the rest of the drink, there's a crooked smile on the smith crafter's lips, Rhaelyn. The name causes the faintest hint of a frown in her eyes, but it does not reach the rest of her features. She offers a friendly wave as Emmeline darts off, pouring herself another drink from that bottle. Evali is given a thoughtful look though, before Elgin seems to demand she spill her secrets. "I have my methods, Smith Crafter Code, Work hard, Drink harder!" she offers with a sly look of her own. Today though she just managed not to be in the barracks to receive her assignment. Evali's eyebrows meet her hairline as Nathalia speaks. "Are you not," she says evenly, "meant to always have chores as a candidate?" Emmeline gets a wave, and the silent promise to meet her later simply hangs in the air. It is Elgin's turn to raise an eyebrow at the smith-turned-candidate, "We are meant to always have chores." He answers Evali without taking his eyes of Nathalia, "And it is for a reason." Why the sudden change in mood in the male isn't answered. Elgin eyes the wave and then turns his head to watch after Emmeline, "Evali." The female receives a nod as the boy stands, "Nat." He looks back at the smith, "I should go. Have to get back to my chores." And with that he is off. Nat shrugs, "I do my chores, and usually I ask for a lot of extra. It's just kind of gotten to the point where now when I show up at the headwoman's office she kinda chases me off." Once with a broom, but she wasn't willing to admit that. "Chores are supposed to keep you out of trouble usually, but not the most effective method." The expression change is regarded with curiosity. But she makes no move to follow him. Instead she offers a wave. Turning her attention to Evali. "Can I ask you a question?" She asks somewhat sheepish. "Confidentially?" Evali does not brighten, because that would be a /horrible/ thing to do -- but she does seem to relax a little bit. "Of course," she says evenly, setting her wine aside and closing the textbook; the notebook remains open. "Do you know any herbs for preventing pregnancy?" The words are whispered almost and there's a very sheepish look on the woman's face as she takes a long gulp from her glass. Appearing surprised, but not letting any other internal bias show, Evali nods. She tears a corner of paper off her book and begins to write things down: a description of something called 'lovage,' and a drawing. The paper is passed silently over to Nathalia. Nat tucks the paper away a greatfull smile on her lips. "Thanks, I uh. . . well probably won't need it . . ." Still something from earlier in the day weighed on her thoughts. "Um please don't tell anyone, especially Rhaelyn or Elgin." She pleads, "I know Islanders think a lot differently on that matter." "I would not," Evali promises, firm and stoic, "tell anyone. Ever." Another quick flash of a smile. "My personal judgment does not keep me from helping those who disagree with what I may think is appropriate." Relief floods the smith's face at the response. "I appreciate it. I know it probably isn't appropriate but . . ." there's something warm in that expression. "It's just nice to feel wanted by someone." She admits, finally thinking on that warmth. "But I want to stand, and If things get carried away, I don't want anyone getting hurt." Evali continues to nod, smile thinning out -- but it's still there. She is trying. "What is appropriate to you is not my concern or my right to speak on. It is best to try not becoming pregnant in your current station, though, I think. Merely do not rule it out forever, that is what I ask of you." Nat smiles back, its warm and genuine though. "No not forever, Some day I do want little ones." When she's older, when she's ready, when the right person comes along. These things all seem implied. "Thank you, I uh. . . really should head down to the nursery." The smith stands and leaves, but not before giving the girl another genuine smile of appreciation. Evali nods -- that's all she's got! except maybe for another hesitant bit of smile -- as the smith apprentice departs, and goes promptly back to her book. |
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