Logs:Falling Down
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| RL Date: 12 July, 2011 |
| Who: Devaki, Emmeline, Rhaelyn |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Exiles catch up on the latest goings on, and Devaki totally lies through his teeth. |
| Where: Candidate Quarters, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 10, Month 3, Turn 26 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions |
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| A handful of young women come in, talking all at once it would seem. Clean hair, damp and sleek, faces pink from a long soak in hot water, "And I said 'No', but he told me 'Yes' and when I tried to say no again, he kissed me!" One of the older girls is saying this and the others gasp and giggle approprately. There's even some jealous faces fixed on this girl, this pretty blonde girl who was just brought in from some hold or another. Rhaelyn is amoung the girls haloing around the holder from Highraches hold, the one in the center of the awed younger girls. Emmeline glances up from the book she's reading, apparently firmly ensconsed in her cot for the evening. When.... the gaggle of girls arrive, and she peers over the edge of the binding to see what the fuss is about. Or, hear what it's about. And when she catches wind of the giggles and teehee'ing, promptly buries her face in her book again. Not even going to shake her head! Just read. The faint tap of a walking stick presages Devaki's entrance into the barracks. The rumors that have been floating about a fight between the Blooded cousins of the islanders would, it seem, have some basis, given Devaki's rather bruised looking appearance. He's uninterested in the talk of the teens, and indeed, makes a beeline for his cot, not bothering to look around. The blonde girl looks around her, "These quarters are disgusting. Do you know, we have a drudge chamber back at the Hold--it is twice as nice as this place." A ring of giggles from the girls and a particularly hungry look from Rhae but she's hanging at the edge of the group, watching the golden-girl as though she'd like to somehow become her. When the holder girl settles on one of the cots, plucking at the blankets, "Bet it's all covered in crawlies too." Were it not for the arrival of Devaki, she might linger in the ring of girls, but the bruises on his face distract her, "Hey Ylynna, I'll see you...later." Time enough to get to know the hold-candidate. Instead she wanders over to get a better look at the mindhealing exile, "What happened?" Between walking-stick tapping and chatter, it would seem that the peaceful moments in the candidate quarters are over. And a sidelong glance at the island's mindhealer nearly has Emme openly gawking. The rumors apparently passed /her/ by. And -oh- the temptation to say something is so very visible on her face. But since Rhaelyn decides to ask the obvious question instead, she listens. Something catches Devaki's attention, finally -- in that mess of giggling -- long enough to draw a glance and a frown. Then he spots Rhaelyn drawing near and fixes gaze on his cot as he pulls out a change of clothes. "Fell over," he replies, his tone easy and obviously lying, as he adds, dryly, "A few times. Whose your new friend over there?" Rhaelyn runs a finger along her black and blue nose, "Me too. Must be a sickness going around." The darkhaired girl smiles, peering at the bruises but not picking appart his story. She offers a smile across to Emme too and then glances over to the blonde and the girls now piled onto her cot for a hair-brushing party. "Ylynna. Her aunt is Lady Highreaches." Sliding a sneaky smile to Devaki, "She was searched while being fostered there." "Hope whatever you fell against got it worse then you did." is Emme's comment, a wry smile appearing. She apears to be completely ignoring her highness the High Reaches princess candidate and the group of girls gathered around. "It's going to get a lot more crowded in here." With a grimace, Devaki sinks slowly down onto his cot. "You gave as good as you got," he says to Rhaelyn, with a twitch of shoulders, kind of pointedly bland. His gaze cuts towards Emmeline, and with a face, merely answers, "Probably about time for some of us to seek other accommodation, maybe." His gaze slants downwards, but Rhaelyn's words snap his gaze upwards towards her. "She's-- she's of High Reaches." And now there's a narrow-eyed look of interest levelled towards the fosterling. "You're friends with her?" "Did I?" Rhae's hhmm afterwards full of interest. "I should have broken /her/ nose." More thoughtful about giving it as good in return than serious. She's more interested in sharing her information with Devaki, nodding her head. "Working on it. She thinks I am 'entertaining'." Not pleased about that, but it's a means to an end. "Her mother's sister is married to the Lord Holder. Auntie Dearest" Including Emme in this bit of information too, "I can...get information." "Talk to K'del if you want to move and you don't intend to Stand. He can be reasonable." Emme's reply seems pretty neutral. "'Fraid I'm stuck here now for awhile longer." She has to bite her tongue against Rhae's comment about breaking Ri's nose in return. And looks about ready to just start reading her book again to let the other two talk, when the discussion moves to High Reaches and information. She at least half-listens to it, but as it has no real impact for her it;s only with half an ear for now as she tries to get a better look at the little group. "I'd like to meet her." Devaki decides, his gaze drifting from Ylynna back to Rhaelyn. "But not yet. I'd probably scare her, looking like this." He gives a slow, knowing sort of nod towards Rhaelyn at her latter words, the quirk of his lips appreciative. Or maybe it's the comment about her being entertaining. Emmeline's comment draws his gaze that way with a frown. "Can he? Did you-- get the exiles released from those additional restrictions then?" Rhaelyn looks from Emmeline to Devaki, quiet for the moment, "Are they really allowing people to go into private rooms?" She drags a hand through her wet hair and nods in agreement to Devaki, "I will put a bug in her ear about it. You just let me know. She's not shy about talking about anything. Actually, you hardly have to say anything, she carries the conversation on very well--a babbling river." The question about restrictions being lifted make her eyebrows lift, curious. "No, not yet." Emme's reply is prompt and firm. "When things settle down... or in other words, when Iovniath and Cadejoth are no longer in a protective panic over the eggs - then we'll be able to go in small groups or with an escort." she reveals, her shoulders lifting. "Hopefully soon, but..." Not particularly wanting to deal with the frown, she goes about shuffling through her things. "No, not private rooms. The resident dorms or craft apprentice dorms for those who get in to a craft." she clarifies, for Rhaelyn. "Sorry, we're not that lucky." "It would be... nice, to talk to someone who knows High Reaches, and it's Bloods, very well." Devaki says, pointedly, nodding slowly at Rhaelyn. Emmeline's words cause him to make a face, which just causes a faint noise of pain. "If my grandfather gets out of the infimary, he'll have a room -- Ev and I should move in with him, to help look after him." The islander seems very firm about that -- and conveniently it will allow him to move out of the barracks, too. He flings the clothes over his shoulder and uses the stick to push himself up, taking a slow breath. Rhaelyn doesn't even have the grace to look embarased or appologetic that she went and got them all into the botched mess of being outted from the galleries or various other chores. "Dragons do have very short memories." See, she is learning something from those classes. "How is your grandfather doing? I don't like that some of ours are still...suffering." Emmeline doesn't react much to any of the conversation except to offer a vague smile just as she pulls out some parchment and someting to draw with. "Hope your grandfather feels better soon, Dev. And you." She gives a nod to Rhaelyn next and then pushes herself up off the cot. "Sorry, it's gotten a bit too crowded here for me right now. Need to find someplace quiet to think. If you'll both excuse me." Polite, but lacking much warmth these days, the little harper says the words and then tries to wind her way through the isles of cots to bolt out the door. Devaki hesitates, his gaze on the floor. "Not-- great." He's honest, at least, about his grandfather. Emmeline's sudden departure earns a frown, and he takes a step after her, lifting a hand even, "Emme--" but she's quick, and he's -- not, right now, and so he lefts his hand drop. "I should go -- get cleaned up." With a wince, he heads off at a much slower pace through the barracks. Rhaelyn watches them go, lifting a hand in a silent goodbye. Soon she's hurrying back to re-join the group around Ylynna and gets invited up onto the cot where the girls are sharing some beauty tips with lip-stains. |
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