Logs:Interesting and Not-Interesting
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| RL Date: 5 October, 2013 |
| Who: Aishani, N'rov, Hana, Iesaryth, Vhaeryth |
| Involves: Fort Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Aishani and N'rov supervise egg-moving, as dragons can't be trusted. Hana comes in to work and is distracted into discussion. |
| Where: Hatching Sands, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 25, Month 12, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: A layer of gray clouds hangs oppressively around the spires. The air is humid and cool, but there is no snowfall today. |
| Mentions: Z'ian/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Jo/Mentions, N'dalis/Mentions, Jyani/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions |
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| Hatching Sands, High Reaches Weyr Whether one enters from the main bowl entrance or one of the smaller tunnels at the back of the cavern, golden-brown sand glitters and swelters in every direction. Close inspection reveals that while the large egg pieces have been gathered up, small fragments remain mixed into the hot sand, record of a thousand hatchings. The main source of light is a huge window of sky high in the wall that also serves as an aerial entrance, its overhang just deep enough to admit light and cooler air but fend off harsher weather. The sands' setting designs them to be the focus of the vast amphitheater, with tiers upon tiers of galleries rising up its southwestern side near the tunnel to the bowl, and rings of dragon ledges higher yet: heat and architecture combining into what can be a palpable sense of pressure. It's a morning that's not snowy, so that's something for it in terms of weather, not that venturing far from the weyrleader complex is entirely necessary, thankfully. It's also a morning when Iesaryth's decided to actually do something with the eggs, since they're just sat there long enough. Might as well move them. Aishani's presence isn't entirely necessary for the operation, but she's there nonetheless, dressed in lighter fabrics due to the heat, perhaps to keep an eye on things. It's not that she doesn't trust the queen to do her job, but at the same time, this might be something Iesaryth could be a bit less-than-enthusiastic about. She's found a place to lean where enough cool air comes in from the entrance to make things reasonably warm as opposed to hot. N'rov's supervising the supervisor from where he lounges just behind Vhaeryth's headknobs, though the bronze is attentive enough that N'rov winds up looking a little ill each time Vhaeryth feels the need to inspect Iesaryth's progress from a different angle. Like now, when Vhaeryth also has to get one dark-taloned paw involved, scooping a load of sand over the egg that's been moved nearest to him. "I think," he calls down, "there's a reason why we normally sit further down on their necks." "You could get down," Shani notes, though not with any particular emphasis to it - if he does, it's likely not because she said so. Maybe the opposite, in fact. She doesn't seem concerned with Vhaeryth's involvement, for all she's watching it. It's not like either of the dragons haven't done this before, but fine brows do arch at the lazy way Iesaryth nudges one egg into a soft roll, then watches it, unconcerned. « They won't break now, » the gold points out, faintly offended. Only Vhaeryth gets the mental sigh. Only Iesaryth gets the mental sympathy in response; Vhaeryth has none for his rider, who says, "I will. I keep thinking I'll get used to it, is the thing." If Vhaeryth doesn't shake his head like he's gotten a sudden itch, that's only out of courtesy for Iesaryth and, yes, their eggs. "How about we sort them by shell color, this time? Dark to light," like he has to keep himself occupied somehow. Though while he's at it, lowering his voice, "Any word about Z'ian? I keep getting asked," like some foreign bronzerider's going to know any better than a random auntie, though it's true that those aunties are less likely to be sleeping with goldriders, "and it's getting more and more tempting to make stuff up." Iesaryth is, as usual, pleased by the sympathy. Her life is difficult at the moment, moving boring eggs around. Making little voices for them really doesn't help much either, though if there were more room, she might approve of the head-shaking, just to see how his rider might end up after. Intellectual curiosity, say. She snorts N'rov's way, as if he can do the moving if he wants them so arranged. With an eyeroll, she pushes off the wall she's leaned on, arms folded, to move closer to the bronze. "You could make things up. I doubt it would make much of a difference. I don't hear much but that he'll be all right. It doesn't make things look less suspicious to say nothing though." A little shrug after a moment. "Maybe it only really matters if it was something suspicious, though. Working out nicely for everyone else." She smirks faintly. N'rov's got a nod for the state of this place's Weyrleader, at least after he tosses an I-love-you-too kiss Iesaryth's way; he does have to mention, "There's a difference between a knowing sort of nothing, like I could tell them if it weren't such an important secret, and the 'I sure am clueless!' smile, smile, smile. Which is less fun," he adds with regret. But more to the point, as long as she's nearer, "But how is it working out for you? I mean, K'del," with a roll of his eyes. Meanwhile, Vhaeryth begins to casually and almost imperceptibly tilt his head downward; it might just be to put his rider in better reach of hers, if it weren't for the gradually steepening angle. "Well, why not the former rather than the latter? I'd rather pretend I knew something than nothing." Obviously, though the matter of the now-likely-former-Weyrleader isn't the best thing to be cagey about, but given history, perhaps it's not a surprise that Aishani doesn't care much as long as he'll survive. K'del, though - that topic brings a grimace, and she shrugs again. "Everyone but me. I thought that might have been implied. Maybe they'll try to get rid of me." It's dismissive, but not without a note of real concern. "That might make some of my current business a little difficult." "Of course you would," N'rov says affectionately. "If I'm attempting to be inoffensive, though... Vhaeryth." His very own dragon has the indecency to snort at him. "You realize I can tie your headknobs into knots." Not really, but it's pretext enough that Vhaeryth allows N'rov to slide off, and then N'rov lowers his voice even further as he slides a protective arm about her shoulders. "I wasn't sure. It was that or everyone but Z'ian. Anything you want to tell me about? And I should get you something to drink." It's just as well that he's jumping down at this point, as Shani can't manage a straight face much longer with Vhaeryth doing as he does. At least it frees him to help and-slash-or entertain Iesaryth, who is rolling another egg along as if it's terribly tedious. "I don't know how long 'inoffensive' is going to last given... everything. Everything here and now at Fort... at least they like me. I don't want to think what people want to do to K'del there." Both the goldrider and N'rov are down on the sands, nearby Vhaeryth; she's leaning against the bronzerider just now, with his arm around her. Wryly, "I suppose everyone but him as well. I just care less about him than me." Unsurprising. After a pause, looking up at him, "Do I need something to drink? And I told you things went well the other night with Jo? Well. Difficult to arrange if..." She waves a hand, as if gesturing off into the distance. Vhaeryth would have to prowl ahead of Iesaryth to scrape a paw across the egg's presumed path, the better to attempt to redirect it. N'rov leaves him alone. "No? I would, if it weren't for then I'd have to think about him period, and," he shrugs. "Enough of that to do already on non-optional time, these days." Which must remind him, though he doesn't specify why (perhaps Iesaryth would know), "Another of my weyrlings, N'dalis this time, came to visit. He missed you, of course. And... Jo, yes. I'm still looking forward to meeting her, you know. But not until after the drink: no dehydration for you. It's not allowed." With that, he gently disentangles himself and heads towards the galleries where their supply is kept. Hana chooses about this time to escape from various duties and find the warmest place about. Not for the eggs (though of course, she'll peek), or the dragons keeping watch, but the warmth, is the hairdresser's purpose. For once, there is neither teapot nor basket of projects in sight. Gaze more on her path than about, Hana makes her way towards the seating closest to railing, before looking up to choose the best spot. The egg rolls slowly, then wobbles off to one side, meeting the slightest resistance in its path. Iesaryth huffs amusedly, then stops and starts pointedly piling sand around it at Aishani stares at the queen, shaking her head. To both dragons, "They're not to toss around. Leave them be if you're going to be that way." Turning to watch N'rov head off for her drink, she explains, "Jo's busy. And not even if I faint into your arms?" She's about to fake just that sort of thing when she spots Hana coming closer to the sands; instead, she smoothes out dark curls and lifts a hand idly in greeting. Vhaeryth's rumble might as well be applause for the egg, or its inhabitant, or even more likely Iesaryth herself. For now, he doesn't move their eggs around, if only because he's supervising the burying. "As long as you're pretending," he calls back over his shoulder when he's partway up the stairs. But he's looking for things, not people, and it's only after he frowns that he looks up enough to notice Hana too. "Have you seen a waterskin? It was supposed to be on that bench there, but I'm just not seeing it." Hana's attention is first taken by the wave - a return wave, made as respectful as she can manage it, is offered. Then N'rov is wandering about, looking for a..."Waterskin? Hm... I don't see it there, no. Was anyone else up here?" she asks, before turning to start peering at, and under, some of the nearby benches, before ah-hahing, and straightening up with a 'skin in hand. "It either fell, or got moved," she muses, before moving to offer the skin over. "Is it alright to be up here? I shaln't be bothering anyone?" Iesaryth moves on to the next egg, purposefully being careful now that they're not allowed to have any fun. Aishani does keep looking over toward the clutch, so maybe the dragons really can't be trusted. Who knew. "So far," she assures N'rov idly, "But if I decide I'd rather you carry me back to the weyr..." She shrugs. It could happen. Only part of her attention on the galleries, she has to point out darkly, "If it can get moved, it can be tampered with. And quite a few people work up there. She's more interested in them than the eggs. You're not a bother." "Many, many people up here," N'rov mutters, though he does give the woman a quick smile as he takes the 'skin. "Not-a-seamstress. Thanks. I remember you. And go ahead, knock yourself out." He waves the waterskin towards Aishani, but rather than toss it, leans on the rail separating them. "What do you think, tampered or not tampered? Maybe I'd better take a drink first, spare you all the convulsing," at least if it's poisoned with something that acts quickly enough. "On the other hand, if you drink first, at least I'll be able to carry you wherever that's not in the snow." Hana ends up tilting her head and looking from Aishani to N'rov and back again, before correcting N'rov with a simple "Hana." Then she shakes her head, "I would hope convulsions aren't too likely; that would likely put quite the damper on the evening," she offers with a slight smile, before looking back the way she came. Habit has her adding, "I can also go and fetch new waterskins if need be, ma'am." "Not all the time," Aishani murmurs, likely in regards to the galleries relative fullness. Coming up to the railing where N'rov is, looking up at him with wide, dark eyes, "Carry me off to save me or to die? Because if it's to save me, there's snow in the way. If that will stop you, by all means, go first." Are there such limits on his devotion? Terrible. She then grins, shaking her head and looking over Hana's way with a shrug. "I was just making a point. I'm prone to it, of late." Always. "If you insist, Hana," N'rov says about the damper or her name or both, and then grins down at his girl. "To save you, of course, no point in carrying you if I'm dying. I could go through the tunnels, after all, it would just take longer. Of course, you wouldn't get snow-cold either, so that's a plus." He adds to Hana, right before taking a showy drink from the 'skin, "Don't worry. We talk like this all the time." Hana shakes her head, "Good - because finding someone to constantly taste-test would be an unpleasant adventure," she admits, before finding a place to sit. At the showy drink, however, there's a chord of laughter, as she settles in to get comfortable. "No, no. I meant, carry me off for me to die in comfort, like in my bed, attractively, with my hair arranged and all." Aishani glances Hana's way here, certain she'll have backup on that point at least. Back to N'rov, "I'm not sure that the amount of time would matter all that much were things to the convulsing point. So maybe I'll forgive you for thinking of going the long way." Since the bronzerider's reassured Hana, she doesn't bother, instead waiting for the water. "I'm sure someone would do it for the right money." "Let the minion do your hair. That's what she's for," N'rov points out, then takes another slug on the off chance the first one just wasn't enough. Or, because he's thirsty too. "The important part is making sure that there isn't any poison, because if there is, then the rates go up. For the next one, anyway, and that's definitely unpleasant." One last drink, and he caps the waterskin before letting it fall towards Aishani's hands. "Hey now, only I'm allowed to call myself a minion. Everyone else, it is Hairdresser Extraordinare," Hana protests, amusement quite audible, even as she nods. "It is important to set the stage properly for a death - and difficult, given timing and such." Lightly, "Ah, not my minion. Even touching my hair is a political statement." Aishani's not bitter though, only faintly wry about that. "And that's not a bad idea. I'll work on that, thank you." As she catches the waterskin, she smiles up at N'rov and counts to ten under her breath before taking her own drink. "And yes, quite right. You should have whatever title you like. It's not as if... well. It's a good time for it." She gives Hana a nod, then; "I just really think it should all look dramatically appropriate if at all possible." And attractive. N'rov, who's spared them both real and fake convulsions this time, explains, "We're allowed to call her Jyani a minion. It says so in some contract or other. If we called her 'Hairdresser Extraordinaire,' people would confuse her with you, and she'd get a swelled head besides." After another look at Vhaeryth, he adds, "Speaking of swelled heads, I'd better go fetch some more oil. Enjoy your drama, you two." Hana gets a grin, and Aishani a kiss but only after he's dropped back to the sands to do it properly. With that, he's headed back into the tunnels. Hana hms lightly at the mention of political statements, but doesn't comment directly on it, instead questioning, "Drama? Please, spare me the very idea..." before shaking her head at the back of N'rov, then grinning at Aishani, "Interesting gentleman, there." "She doesn't like that," Aishani calls after N'rov, after she's kissed him back, in a way that sounds like she knows he knows that already. Though for some reason, his task seems to have her grinning faintly as she watches him go. "He'l be oiling without his shirt again, no doubt. And I think so. 'Interesting' isn't always the word used, so that's appreciated." Hana's grin is more than slightly impish, "Well, we were debating on making him a shawl for our weather here - and discussing the proper ways to flounce. Is there a better word to use for a man who has those sorts of conversation and is willing to tastetest, and carry a damsel in distress to dry safety?" After taking another drink of water, Aishani says dryly, "Ask a bronzerider, perhaps. They might be of the opinion there are better words. Or... well. Ask around." But she has a slight smile for Hana, appreciative perhaps. "Though the shawl, I don't think so, no. I don't buy him clothes so he can cover them up." There's a piffle sound, and a bit of a waved hand, "Never ask a man for ways to describe things that aren't themselves. Besides - none of them" for the faceless value of random 'brozeriders', "Have sat and had tea with me. Even if he does do unspeakable things to his cup." There is a pause, then a tilted head and grin. "Buy him a dress worthy for toss dances?" Because she'd.. well, not pay to see that, but it would be a sight to see! "I suppose there is that. He's been doing his best to be not-annoying." Which apparently Aishani seems to see tea drinking as. "Though I'm not sure how unspeakable anything can be done with a cup publicly. Perhaps I shouldn't ask." Hana's question - or suggestion - has her entirely bemused for a moment, blinking at the other woman as if she's a little odd before; "Oh. Was he talking about that 'Weyrwoman' thing? I don't ask, I didn't see it. It's not hot." So, in other words, no. Hana hmphs a bit at the suggest that tea drinking is annoying - but then has to laugh at the dress refusal, "I do not blame you on that one - but it would be amusing to see. At least, if he had a partner suitable for the toss dancing," she admits finally, before taking in a deep breath and letting it out. There is a glance behind towards the dragon and eggs, before she shakes her head. "I should trundle back. Dinner is soon enough - would you like me to have someone bring dinner over? It, ah, may not be as hot, but would keep you from the snow." "Apparently, it was amusing. I just... no." Aishani shudders a little, exaggeratedly, but she's so not having it. "Some things, you just know you'll never unsee. And my clothes are too good for... men in general, I think." The gold is still at her careful rolling, looking no more thrilled about it. Glancing behind her to Iesaryth, "Oh... I... well, if you don't mind. It's better than ringing from the weyr, I suppose." A brief smile. "Thank you." "You are very welcome, ma'am. I'll make sure to tell them to load it up hot. And that is all too true - I shall have to bow to your greater wisdom on the matter," Hana replies with a bit of a grin and getting to her feet. "Have a good evening, and I'll make sure they add another 'skin to the delivery." "Oh, yes." Aishani looks down at the waterskin in her hands, quite nearly empty. "If you could. Thank you. Enjoy your evening as well - and if there's a need to do work in here, again - she's not bothered." Indeed, Iesaryth is not, not even Shani nods Hana's way and starts off toward the gold again to keep watch on her egg rolling. |
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