Logs:Girl Fight?
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| RL Date: 9 July, 2011 |
| Who: Devaki, Emmeline, Lirienne, Lorna |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Devaki totally misses out on a girl fight, and encourages Emmeline to speak up on the girl's behalf. Then Lorna and Devaki talk about weyr life. |
| Where: Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 4, Month 3, Turn 26 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Iolene/Mentions, Rhaelyn/Mentions, Riorde/Mentions |
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| The dinner hour is beginning to wind down, though the caverns still have groups of people here and there, especially as the continued snowstorm prevents much outdoor activity. It's no coincidence that Devaki's only just entering the caverns now, the tap of his walking stick making noise where his barefeet whisper silently -- both of which probably mark him clearly as One of Those Exiles. He heads for the food tables, taking a plateful without looking too closely, and selects a table as far from the rest of the crowds as he can manage. Lirienne is let loose from duty at the Infirmary a bit late - shifts being arranged that most can catch some sort of a meal before meals start to run dry and cold. Drifting towards the food tables, a click-click-click of slightly heeled boots precede her, pausing when Liri stops to pick up a plate then start to pick through the offers to fill her plate with what is a depressingly healthy and balanced meal. Emmeline appears from the kitchen, a mug of something other then klah in her hand. Which, apparently, was her reason for entering from that area rather then the inner caverns. And though she pays little attention to the people around her, she does go through the motions of sliding a plate along a table and putting whatever looks good on it. Though it's really not all that much. And then, like others, looks to find a place to sit. Alas, when Devaki finds himself a spot away from the crowds he's going to have company anyway. Since the harper sits down across from him without bothering to ask if it's alright. Bad habit, that. "Hey, how's the..." she dives right into conversation, gesturing towards the walking stick with a raised eyebrow. The click of bootheels is also distantly heard, her gaze immediately looking at everyone's footwear for the cause. Boots that make noise? MUST HAVE. Devaki props the walking stick against the bench next to him, and has barely got a mouthful of food before Emmeline's arrival lifts his gaze. He doesn't seem bothered at all by Emmeline's uninvited arrival at his table, even offering her an easy grin. His brows, however, twitch upwards at her unfinished question, as if encouraging her to continue. Instead of answering, he chews his food, his gaze, too, following the harpers towards Lirienne, who'd probably have to be blind not to notice the two exiles who are, let's face it, staring at her pretty openly. Once there is a meat, a veggie, some cheese and some bread (and a pastry) all loaded upon the plate, Liri turns to regard the Living Cavern. Nibbling on her lower lip, she scans for a place to sit, until her gaze cross two others. A bit startled, it is a moment before she starts to head towards them, a quiet click-click following her steps. Stopping a couple of feet away, she lifts the plate just slightly, "... Is there room at the table for another?" "... sorry. The walking. You're still using a walking stick, and you shouldn't be anymore." Emme finishes, a bit sheepish for having her attention so thoroughly diverted like that. "And the cough?" The mother hen routine is at least notably diminished from her prior habit of nagging. She averts her gaze to start digging in to the food on her plate. As long as it's not anything with fish, she's happy enough it appears. But then there is clicking again, and she tries *really* hard not to stare. But, can't help it. "If you tell me where you got those boots!" she decides, just prior to offering a grin towards Lirienne. "Just kidding. Have a seat." Devaki waves his hand, somewhat dismissive as Emmeline elaborates. "An affectation, nothing more," he lies smoothly enough, though Emmeline, at least, knows him well enough to see the subtle hints of his not-quite-truth. He's aware of such, and it's probably why, a second later, he says, "Did you hear about Ri, Io and Rhae?" He takes another mouthful of food, before nodding at Lirienne in greeting. "Please join us," Devaki is nothing if not polite, offering an easy smile and a hand sweeping to indicate a seat, even going so far as to move his walking stick should she choose the seat next to him. Lorna heads in from the inner caverns. Lorna has arrived. The seat Lirienne ends up taking is not right next to the others - a bit of the shyness that has her delaying her response as she puts down the plate. Turning it just so, she then sits down, before looking up. "Thank you. I'm Lirienne," she starts as an introdeuction, before pausing, "... my boots? At one of the gathers at the Crafthall, about a turn ago." "Lie." Emme says it almost before he's even finished with his sentence. And she points at Devaki with her fork. "Big. Fat. Lie. Maybe Hypatia will tell me, if I ask real nice." Pause. "But then, she might try to breed out her brother to me like she did to Seani. Nevermind. I'll just go to the infirmary and start asking questions." The threat is made with a cheerful smile. Who -knows- what kind of things she'd say in order to get some information. "Oh yeah, I heard alright. Who hasn't? How's Io handling it? Pretty sure Ri's ok." And maybe she smirks a bit. Maybe. Not to Lirienne mind, who she turns to next. "I'm Emme. Nice to meet you." Her expression falls a bit at news of the boots being bought at a crafthall somewhere. "Hnh. Well, they're real nice." "I don't know why you're so obsessed with boots," says the exile who's stubbornly barefoot. Devaki wiggles his toes as if to make a point. "I don't think they'll ever feel comfortable." He drops his foot to the ground, and instead offers a smile at Lirienne. "I'm Devaki- the boot-obsessed one is Emmeline." A twitch of brows indicates that Devaki's unfamiliar with this Hypatia, and he looks particularly unworried. "Knock yourself out, Emme." There's, perhaps, a slight pause at her question of him, "Io? How would I know? Haven't seen her since-" he shrugs his shoulders. It's heading towards the end of the dinner hour, though there are still groups of people here and there. Lirienne, together with the two exiles, are seated at a table away from the rest of the crowds. Lirienne silently repeats, lips moving 'Breed out her brother', no little confusion appearing before she shakes it loose with the strands of hair that whip slightly. "Pleased to be meeting you both." There's a pause, as she leans over to look at the bare feet, before she has to ask, "But don't they get cold? What about frostbite?" comes the questions, one after another, food left to sit there as she gets involved in the questions - if not the names being tossed about. Now that the dinner rush is largely over, Lorna has been set free to grab a bite. She darts between various sections of the buffet tables and stocks up her plate with mostly meat and taters--proper tough energy food. That done, the young cook takes a scan of the living cavern to find a spot. She begins to edge towards the group of exiles, as they are (very) vaguely familiar to Lorna, and they are farther away from the intimidating crowds. The woman doesn't actually say anything, though. She just awkwardly inches forward. "I will. If you won't fess up, I'll find out somehow." And Emme certainly looks prepared to follow through on the threat, even though she laughs at the question of her boot obsession. "They look nice. And those ones both look /and/ sound nice." she explains, as if that should settle the matter. "I just thought you might have, that's all. I mean, I imagined you see more of her then I do anyway." Her shoulders lift, and she quiets at Lirienne's questions. Cause yeah, Dev can just go ahead and answer all those himself since he refuses to wear shoes. "Hey Lorna. Why don't you sit down instead of walk all funny like that." she suggests, finding it difficult to ignore the inching forward. "I wear them when I go outside -- but that's not often. It's not," there's a dryness to Devaki's response, "Like we can leave the Weyr or anything." He pauses to shove another forkful of food into his mouth, his straying gaze catching sight of Lorna's inching approach with a barely concealed twitch of lips. Still, he plays along and pretends not to notice her approach just yet. Emme's threats are, perhaps, par for the course, since the exile chuckles under his breath. "I'm surprised, actually -- that you're not getting their side of the story and making a case for us. Since we're all barred for something that supposedly happened. It seems like something you'd leap on, Emme," the suggestion is casual, though he's looking very distinctly at the harper with a rise of one brow. Lirienne nods, after a moment at that answer of boots, before reaching out for the bread and breaking a piece of. To Emme, "The crafthall is down at Fort Hold. The boots aren't very unusual, perhaps the next time there is a gather, you can check out the boot stall?" she offers, before Devaki's mention of being stuck trickles in, "I mean, when you can," she amends, a low tide of color racing up her neck and spilling into her face. Lorna gets a quick glance, then she's scooting slightly to one side to make sure there's plenty of room. Though Emmeline's offer embarasses Lorna, it also makes her life a bit easier--at least she doesn't have to awkwardly stand by any more. She ignores the comment about walking funnily and instead focuses on the invitation aspect as she replies, "Thank you. I will take a seat." Her plate of food momentarily gives her an excuse to stop talking and she takes a number of big bites to gain her nerve before venturing into the conversation. "Wait, are you all talking about footwear again? I swear, you were talking about that the last time I ran into you here." The 'you' is apparently directed towards Emmeline and Devaki, since they're the ones she's actually met before, but Lirienne gets a polite nod of greeting. Emmeline pauses for a long moment, looking over her plate and up at Devaki when he makes his casual suggestion. "As a whole, apparently, it's felt that it would be too much of an additional culture shock for us to be exposed to too many other ways of life at once." she begins, setting down her fork then and picking up the mug instead. "We're also a drain on resources, with many of us not working jobs around the Weyr yet, but still obviously needing to eat, and be clothed, and taught, and provided medicine when needed. And yet there are still more of us, such as Celadion, who refuse to work at all. Though, apparently he doesn't mind ice-fishing for no reason. We're a politically fractured and volatile group right now. But, if there are individual requests to relocate and good reasons... exceptions can be made." That whole diatribe has been made without her so much as glancing at the other two at the table for now. And, at the last, she adds. "I've been given clearance to relocate to Harper Hall if I want. You might consider being seen by a specialist at Healer, you know." So much for footwear. "Sorry, Lorna. I'm just obsessed with boots it seems." There's even a smile to go along with the statement. "/If/ we can," Devaki's quick to correct Lirienne, perhaps to drive the point home. He's not obnoxious about it, however, waving it off a beat later. In between mouthfuls of food, the exile greets Lorna with a mumbled, "Hi Lorna," before his gaze settles on her with a little chuckle. "Not my fault. Everyone /else/ seems obsessed with the topic. I'm pretty well over it, myself." As Emmeline speaks, his gaze fixes on her, and his face grows steadily stonier. "You needn't give me the Weyr's line, Emmeline. I'm fully aware of /their/ position. I was hoping you might fight for /ours/, too." There's a sharp, dismissive shake of head at her latter suggestion. Lirienne ducks her head slightly at the talk of exiles, and resources, and those that do things, and those that do not. So instead, to Lorna, she offers a quick, "Lirienne," before looking to Devaki. Finally, "Elgin is looking at woodcrafts. Between that and others, I would hope when, not if." Not that she's a familiar enough face to have heard any of the backstory that was just thrown out there. Lorna nods along with Emmeline, perhaps a little too eagerly, as she talks about resources and jobs. The cook can't help it--her jaw actually drops a bit when Emme mentions the existence of lazier exiles. "/Really?/ I mean, I assumed all ex...ah, islanders, would have a strict work ethic." The corners of her lips suddenly plunge downward. "Wait, is that wrong of me to say? I mean, to assume something about all of you?" The poor girl seems genuinely confused, so much so that she even forgets about the steaming, delicious food in front of her. She also stays away from the transferring to a Hall topic. Lirienne brings her back to reality with her introduction, and the young woman returns, "Lorna." "Wait. So it's the Weyr's line? What if it /makes sense/?" Emme wonders, returning the stony gaze with an equally cool expression. "Nice how I'm expected to fight for everyone else around here... with precious little to use in our defense, yet if I happen to agree that it might be in our best interests to, overall, remain here for the time being... I'm just giving you the Weyr's line?" That, apparently, pisses her off a little. "I spoke to K'del, frankly, to see what I could do for *me* since nobody else is interested in that. My whole focus has been what to do in the long run. Including what laws might apply. I can't fight every battle for all of you, especially when all I'm getting in return is a slap in the face." She shoves her plate aside, hunger forgotten. "Yes, I heard that too Liri. And, many of the Islanders do, Lorna. Some are just being stubborn because they don't like the Weyr." Devaki's gaze shifts from Lirienne to Lorna, keeping his expression somewhat even. "Most of us did-- have a strict work ethic. If we didn't work, we'd starve and die. It was a... strong incentive," he explains, with a casualness that doesn't really quite suit the words. At Emmeline's words, his brows draw down. "I know all that. I'm not talking about the banning as a whole -- frankly I don't think they'll lift that until-- later." He takes a quick breath. "I was /talking/ about this new rule of theirs. Beginning to restrict us from certain areas. Using whatever happened with the girls as an excuse. I thought you'd be interested in helping /them/, at least." Lirienne, having defended the one Islander she's really talked to before hand, nods once and just listens at this point. Well, and wats her dinner, pausing here and there at points she'd not heard before. "Yes, exactly." Lorna nods in agreement with Devaki. "That's why I thought it. Do or die, all that tough business." She seems to easily accept the harshness of his words as well as the casual tone of his voice. As for the latest happenings, she remarks cryptically, "I've heard quite a bit of gossip flittering around the living caverns and kitchens. I can't quite pin down what happened, though." She doesn't come right out and ask what really happened, but she's certainly hinting that she'd like to know. The cook bluntly tacks on, "I do think that's...appalling. The restricting. It disgraces those who did nothing wrong, which is a horrible thing to do." Her mouth tightens up and her eyes narrow ferociously with these words. "It's also difficult to avoid, with everyone on the Island making sure everyone else does their fair share." Emme adds, in a stilted sort of tone as she takes a calming drink of whatever it is in her cup. It's telling, that she immediately goes to pinch the bridge of her nose when Devaki clarifies which banning he's talking about exactly, and her breath releases in a long sigh. "If what I heard about it is true, and they almost squashed one of those eggs in the middle of their... brawl... I couldn't blame them for not letting Rhaelyn or Riorde near the galleries again. I'll talk to K'del about the rest of us. Maybe they'll let us in with an escort, if nothing else. Including Iolene." Not that she thinks she'll have much success. "Ri's not having the best time right now. I can pretty much imagine what the fight was about." Devaki's interest in his food has waned, it seems, setting aside his fork for now. He shoots a surprised glance to Lorna at her contribution, then a nod and even a smile at her words. "I'm glad someone in the Weyr agrees. Even if you're probably the only one. We are not babes in the fields. We've lived harder than probably anyone in the Weyr has dreamed of." There's an intensity to his words, but his volume remains the same. And then he's watching the crowds, kind of glancing at Emmeline sidelong, nodding slowly and relaxing visibly at her words. "That would be -- good, Emme. Thank you." Her mention of Riorde has him leaning forward, frowning. "What do you mean? What was the fight about?" Even if Lorna's not asking directly, he's certainly willing to. "Rhaelyn - about so tall, black hair, looks like she's been in a fight recently?" Liri speaks up enough to confirm - hey, any port in the storm for gaining some references can only be good. Lorna's eyes quickly unnarrow and immediately switch to widening with surprise. "A fight? Egg crushing? On the /sands/? How the hell did they not get killed by the dragons?" It may not be strong language for the general public, but it is for this cook. "And /Rhaelyn/? I met that girl during the actual clutching. She was so...bubbly." Lorna's befuddled expression asks the question: how could anyone so bubbly cause so much trouble? As for Devaki, Lorna confirms, "Oh, I'm not the only one here who thinks that way, I'm sure. I think people with such opinions are just trying to lay low right now--especially those of us without a big knot. But High Reaches is a hardy place with hardy people, and we respect others who are the same way." "Yeah, that's me. Doing what I can." Emme mutters, muffling her words against the rim of her cup, just listening to the exchange between Dev and Lorna for a moment. "I expect it had something to do with Taikrin. I mean, they aren't allowed to see each other for awhile because of some rule Taikrin broke and, uhm... well obviously Ri's unhappy with that. It's the only thing I can think of that might set her off. And Rhaelyn has an uncanny ability to push the right buttons." Pause. "Bubbly or not." her tone is dr. Just dry. To her credit though, she doesn't gape at Lorna and give her /actual/ opinion of the black haired woman responsible for so much trouble. Nope. Just drinks her tea. That's all. Devaki's gaze settles on Lorna with a thoughtful tip of his head. "It would be nice to know who-- might be sympathetic. It's easier to talk to people when you know they don't think we're just-- backwards. Savages." There's something when he says that word, a thinning of lips and a hint of anger that's concealed as he drops his gaze. It's only when Emmeline's words penetrate that he actually looks up, surprised. "Ri? And.. Taikrin?" The name's unfamiliar, but it's clear that this is news to Devaki. Lirienne moves on from her bread, and starts to work on the slices of meat, cutting them up into tiny pieces before making her way through them. Lorna clearly doesn't know quite what's going on behind the scenes, but she does her best to keep up. And hopefully not step on anyone's toes too badly. "Well, I don't know any of the involved parties too well." Her words may be cautious and guarded, but her tone remains friendly enough. For Devaki: "I can't say I have a list of sympathetic folks for you. But. One dilemma is the awkward paralysis you guys are stuck in--not being able to do much of anything in terms of work, I mean. That probably makes it hard for you guys to get support from the people who would be most likely to support you." She's certainly not the most eloquent speaker, especially when it comes to complex politics stuff such as the current topic, but she's trying. "Aren't you the one always telling me not to care what everyone else thinks of me?" The hint of anger Emme hears is what prompts her to say it. Though when she looks over at Lorna there's a bit of a grateful smile on her lips. "Mmhmm. Brownrider. Was one of the ones that found us. She has kind of a strange way of talking." After trying to jog his memory, a bit more is revealed. But, pretty much in code for all that anyone else will understand it. "You remember that talk we had, months and months ago, in the storage cave. The one that ended rather poorly?" For this, her tone and expression go pretty much blank. "Well, I think it's safe to assume they had one similar in content. But it ended rather... spectacularly." Smirk. And so then she talks about work. "I'm sure that some could work in the kitchens, and others in the laundry. It's not glamorous but it's work we're all used to." "I am. That's why I don't go over and punch someone whenever I heard it muttered in an undertone when I pass by," Devaki says, somewhat matter-of-factly, though the tenseness of his posture would indicate otherwise. His brows remain up as he listens to Emmeline, reaching for his fork, perhaps more for something to do than out of any particular hunger. He nods at her cryptic reference, and a hint of surprise flickers across his features. "I see," he says, slowly, and he's looking thoughtful now. He runs a hand through scruffy hair, then casts a sidelong glance towards Lorna, a smile appearing, "Not exactly much call for fishing or hunting, here." There's a slight twitch of shoulders, as if dismissing the thought, before he glances at the quiet Lirienne. Lirienne shakes her head slightly, then looks down at her plate. "I would that I could offer advice, but I'm too new here to even know who's who, beyond the few I've met. Instead, I'll offer my wishes that things get better. Now, however, I should head back. I've only got a break, not a release from duty as of yet." Then with a little dip of a nod, she gets to her feet, picking up her half-eaten dinner to put away. Lorna says, "Oh yes, we can always use people in such jobs." Lorna nods enthusiastically--now this is more her style. "There's always chopping and other food prep to be done in the kitchens, and keeping the living caverns cleaned and stocked with food isn't that hard either. The laundry, yes, that too. Plus helping organize the storage caverns, records...plenty of work to be done that doesn't require Hall training." She shrugs right back at Devaki, not accepting that as a good excuse. "And so? There are plenty of related jobs, you must admit. Any prior fisher or hunter will have strong muscles and know how to work with flesh. Anywhere with people who need to be fed can use such folks." Lorna gives Lirienne a respectful nod as she takes her leave from her break. "Have a good rest of your shift, Lirienne."" "Sure is tempting though, I know." What? It isn't like Emme hasn't thought about giving a few people a swift kick either. She just shrugs at his reaction to the rest, including her reference, and finishes off the last of her drink. Her plate she glances at, and pulls it towards herself again so she can pick it up to bring with her wherever it is she plans on heading next. "All good suggestions, Lorna. And, good shift Lirienne." is agreed then, while she pushes back her chair to stand. "I should get back to studying. Have a good night." A brief flash of a smile is given, and she turns back towards the inner caverns. "Nice to meet you," Devaki says pleasantly enough to Lirienne. While he's listening to Lorna, there's a slight twitch of his shoulders. "And yet the things that I am good at, I cannot do because it isn't safe for-- not sure if it's me, so much as the rest of Pern. Considering that apparently other areas are bribing the Weyr to keep us, I would say it's more the latter than the former." He says it in a matter of fact way as if he's certain of the truth of it. He looks surprised by Emmeline's sudden departure, but nods to her all the same. "Night, Emme. Let me know how you go with -- that thing." Lirienne heads to the bowl. Lirienne has left. Lorna waves a final goodbye to Emmeline and Lirienne before relegating her hands back to fork and knife duty. She finally gets around to cutting up her meat and she sneaks in a few large bites while farewells are exchanged. "Oh, I think that's just the age old problem of being afraid of the unknown, Devaki." The cook sets her cutlery down for a moment in order make a helpless gesture with her hands. "Not much you can do about that, until people get used to the idea. It's hard, but it's not healthy to take such things personally." The cook somehow seems to be speaking from experience. "Call me Dev, please," the exile entreats, using his own fork to resume eating, glancing sidelong at Lorna throughout her words. His lips twist briefly, but he doesn't disagree. "Where you born here, Lorna?" he uses his fork to gesture vaguely, no doubt indicating the Weyr. "Dev. Right, okay." Lorna smiles good-naturedly. "I'd give you a nickname to call me by, but I don't really go by any." The young woman shakes her head in response. The smile remains on her face as she does so, and yet it seems to lose its genuine quality. "No. I'm from a pretty small Hold; Misty. It's near Tillek--not sure if you would have heard of either." "I know Tillek," Devaki says slowly, "Mostly because people use it as a reference to explain where us islanders were." There's a rueful little smile, and he chews on a slice of meat, studying Lorna thoughtfully as if having noted the change of demeanor with interest. "What made you come-- here? Is your family with you, or all back at Misty?" A beat, and his lips twist, "Sorry-- don't mean to be so nosy. It's... interesting listening to others, the choices people make. And have." Lorna's eyebrows furrow noticeably downwards, making it clear that it is indeed a sensitive topic. She brushes his apology off, though, and admits, "Everyone is prying in your business. It's only fair." She takes a break from her eating and leans back in her chair to settle in a bit. "My family is with me, yes. They--" Notably not we. "--had a poor interaction with the higherups there. So. We moved away before we were officially kicked out, at least." She smiles ruefully, smirking a bit at herself. "Retains a bit of pride, then, eh?" "I'm sorry," Devaki says, sincerely, leaning forward and stretching a hand towards Lorna, though he doesn't touch her. He's silent a moment, then says, slowly, "At least you have your family here-- family's important." He ventures a smile, a teasing note threading through it, "And, on the bright side, if you hadn't left, you never would have met me -- us. We'll make your lives interesting, us islanders," he promises with a curve of lips. Lorna glances down at that hand and doesn't seem to quite know what to do with it. She seems to appreciate the gesture anyway, though, as she flashes the man a smile. Unfortunately, it fades pretty darn quickly. "Important, yes, in that they affect your life in a big way. Determine a lot of your path." She stops there, but the question of whether that's a good thing or a bad thing hangs in the air. She does admit: "Yes, overall, I am glad I moved here. A bit more freedom. I'm not stuck sewing to make a living." "On the island," Devaki says as he straightens and withdraws his hand, "That's all some of the girls did. Sewing-- trying to keep together clothes that'd suited as for eighty Turns." He shakes his head slowly, though it's more out of amazement than anything. "So you like it here? You don't find it-- everyone says it's very different than living in a Hold. Certainly it's very uh," he clears his throat briefly, looking a mite uncomfortable, "Different than life on the islands. The riders, especially--" Lorna follows Devaki's lead and shakes her head in wonder along with him. "While it's not the work for me, I do have to admire that kind of dedication. Making life work with what you have and all that. Too many people spend their time complaining about their lots than actually working to fix them." It seems this is one of the rare topics that actually makes Lorna quite chatty. "I do like the flexibility. But you're right--it can get to be a bit much. The riders, they have the freedom of *between*, while Holders are used to agonizingly long trips to cover any sort of distance. The little things like that...they can really change everything about your outlook. And, of course, there are other things. You know." She leans in closer, as if espousing a secret. "/Flights/." "It wasn't as if we had any choice but-- I take your meaning." And judging by the smile that touches Devaki's lips, he's pleased with it, too. He's nodding in agreement with her words about riders, though her latter, conspiratorial comment earns a definite reaction from the islander, a faint hint of discomfort and twitch of shoulders. "Yes, that-- that goldflight was-- a shock, to all of us." It's probably an understatement. "Not just that -- even the way riders pair up for... /entertainment/." He's lowered his voice to match hers, too. Lorna shakes her head, much more rapidly this time, and throws her head back a bit. The gesture is not done out of disgust; rather, it's more of a confused disapproval. "Luckily the green flights don't affect people the same way. I don't think I could stand it otherwise." She continues to look bewildered and vaguely concerned as she finishes off her meal with a final bite. "Indeed. I still can't understand that degree of casualness, and I've been here quite a few Turns now. So, I'm sorry to tell you, but some of those growing pains that come with a new place don't ever go away." Well, that might be a tad overly dramatic, and she's not /that/ old, even if she acts as though she's speaking from a venerable amount of experience. There's a slight wince from Devaki at the cook's confession, and he sighs. "Well, least you're honest about that part. Personally-- I'd like to try living in a Hold. I think it would suit... us, better. If we're ever allowed to leave, that is." He finishes off his meal, and pushes aside the plate, reaching for his stick. "I should get going -- it was nice talking to you, Lorna. I hope we'll do it again sometime." Lorna mirrors his wince, but for a different, albeit not too clear, reason. "I wouldn't go back to a Hold. Any Hold." She gestures vaguely towards the man. "Of course, /you/ wouldn't have much trouble at one." Despite the 'of course', she doesn't really make what she's referring to particularly obvious. "But I couldn't handle a looser Weyr, either. And trust me, even if it seems a little crazy here, the more southern Weyrs are even wilder. Or so I've heard, anyway." Just as Devaki takes his leave, a nearby resident drops a plate with a loud crash. "And it looks like I should get going too. I'm sure I will see you around." And off she goes to assist with clean up. |
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