Logs:Got That?
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| RL Date: 16 April, 2011 |
| Who: Qorten, Tiriana |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Tiriana's straps need repair. |
| Where: Smith Workroom |
| When: Day 1, Month 7, Turn 25 (Interval 10) |
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| It's evening, getting on later, when Tiriana arrives in the smiths' workrooms, hauling a pile of straps behind her and looking just a bit tired from it. She certainly drops them about as soon as she gets through the door, letting the straps slump over in a jangle of leather and buckles and a noisy sigh as she looks about for the smiths who are still present this time of evening. Qorten walks in carrying a large pile of metal tubes, for what onlythe smiths know. He moves past Tiriana's pile of straps but doesnt seem to e able to completely negotiate the tangle, with a loud crash he trips and sends the precious metals sprawling about the floor of the work room. An avalance of curses and the red haired boy saying "who's the wherry head that left in the walk way", can be heard among the laughter and clanging of the tubes on the ground. "That would be your Weyrwoman," is Tiriana's own waspish comeback to Qorten's question. Rather than helping him pick up his mess, she coolly steps backward instead, away from both her own straps and his tubes. "Who's the dolt who doesn't bother watching where he's going?" Qorten gets to his feet and does a once over on himself to check to make sure nothing is broken or twisted. Turning his head slightly in what could be considered a form of acknowlegement says "Qorten of mine craft, apprenticed here to study under the master miner here." then turns as a senior apprentice hurries over to look at the abuse of the tubes and pile of the weyrwoman's doing. "And he actually trusts you for manual labor? I'm impressed." Tiriana is not, for the record. See those crossed arms? The way she just watches him, all unimpressed-like? "You should apologize, apprentice. For messing up my straps. It'll be a wonder you haven't torn the stitching somewhere, Faranth knows--and I already need to replace the buckles. Where's the Weyrsmith, anyway?" "my apologizes to your life-mate" And that is about all he can say when a smith apprentice says "the Weyrsmith is taking his evening meal, Ma'am" Qorten moves a little bit to the side so the smith apprentice can move over to talk with the Weyrwoman. "May I be of some asstance?" Tiriana lifts a brow slightly at that. "I meant to me, but I suppose that will do. Iovniath acknowledges the attempt, at least," if that's not accepting it, exactly. She nudges the straps with one toe, then carefully steps around them to head further into the room. "I need the buckles replaced. Are you deaf, too? Should I dare trust you to get them to him?" Qorten shakes his head abit at the smith apprentice, watching the boy obviously flounder about as the weyrwoman stares him down. "you could probably trust him to get them to him, seeing as he will probably be the one really doing it" then he adds as if by either after thought or just not wanting to get caught out of protocall "ma'am" "Then make sure that he gets these. I'll even write you a little note," says Tiriana. And she steps on over to one of the workstations to appropriate a piece of scrap paper and a pencil to scribble said note on. Then she turns back to Qorten, extending the scrap to him for safekeeping. "I'll be back for them at the end of the week. Got that?" Qorten tilts his head abit but nods taking the note saying "I will inform him, ma'am" And thus, Tiriana leaves her bundle of straps right where it is, in the middle of the workroom floor, so she can breeze on out and off to other destinations for the evening, without even goodbyes. |
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