Logs:Keeping Lady Tillek Informed
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| RL Date: 8 June, 2013 |
| Who: Aishani, Telavi, Iesaryth, Solith |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Telavi has a report from reporting in at Tillek, which turns into a wider-ranging conversation. |
| Where: View To A Kill Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 4, Month 13, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Rumbles and flashes of lightning intersperse between the periodic fall of snow throughout the day. There is humidity in the otherwise cold air. |
| Mentions: Edeline/Mentions, D'kan/Mentions, Quielle/Mentions, C'wlin/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, Meara/Mentions |
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| Solith's Ledge, High Reaches Weyr A saber's curl of sleek rock, its edge jagged and walls sharply dropping, forms a narrow and nifty ledge. Tucked in tight against the walls in the shadow of larger ledges above, the shady surface is not an easy one for a dragon to land on. Once that feat is accomplished, however, a neat conglomeration of smaller sub-ledges set at varying heights create an area perfect for lounging dragons to catch a bit of sun and eavesdrop on the world below. There's even a smaller ledge built to human scale to one side, its pair of benches and small firepit recently cleaned of leaves and other flotsam.
There's a spray of bubbly seafoam for all that fizzy excitement, and Iesaryth's waters are warm for Solith, glad to see her home and pleased with the green's own pleasure at her day. The lightning - well. That might amuse the queen a little. But there's pride there for how well hers grow and do and fly, and she can take in all the things Solith wants to share while passing along the message, then letting the green know they will visit. Well, hers will visit, perhaps Iesaryth herself will simply convey this time; she has some fuzzy idea of Solith's ledge and it's difficulties. « Would that be all right? We would not impose. » The last is all Iesaryth; her manners would be offended by the idea. There's surprise, overt surprise that escapes where Solith should be polite too, an impression of not only Iesaryth coming to her, again, but the queen so large and the ledge so fiddly... but why not? « Come, come! » She has the image for Iesaryth, too, though it starts out as what Solith sees from the inside out until she flips it to the outside looking in. By the time the other pair gets there, Solith will be perched neatly and even almost decorously on one of the little semi-demi-hemi-ledges, Tela looking out from behind the curtain with a wave. The greenrider's tidy without signs of scrambling, though she's still in her leathers. Signs of being home are that Solith's had her straps hung up, and Tela hasn't replaced her helmet with a cap. Indeed, Iesaryth is quite big and the ledge is quite difficult, but the queen is already sorting it out; when Solith is able to give her the images from inside and out -- that's a whole other story. There's fish practically leaping above the waves as she begins to sort that little puzzle out. « Thank you. » It's gracious, though difficult to say whether it's for the invitation or for the interesting problem to occupy her with, if only for a short time. Indeed, it doesn't take long for the gold to dive down to the ledge at a precise angle, stopping carefully to perch with wings buffeting against wind and weight as her rider quickly dismounts. Then she's falling away with a rumble for Solith and a distinct sense of satisfaction. How awesome is she? That's what might have Aishani smirking as she gives Telavi a little wave, glancing around. "I can't see how this happened naturally or was planned. How odd. But interesting. How are you?" Like Solith is going to be anything other than impressed, so awesome! Of course she has to hurry over to the edge of the ledge and peek down to see Iesaryth fall and fall and fall. By the way, way down there? Far enough down that it doesn't smell up here? There's that convenient pen of herdbeasts, just in case Iesaryth's in the mood for a snack. "Some combination, maybe! If it were warmer, I'd invite you to sit," with a wave towards the benches, "but as it is, why don't you come in." Where other dragons, also, won't hear, and the Acting Weyrwoman can nose about. While Telavi doesn't immediately use the other woman's title, there's definite deference in her tone of voice and the way she holds the curtain aside. View To A Kill Weyr, High Reaches Weyr It's a step up from the ledge and its heavy curtain into the elegant, dark-flecked weyr. In the depths of the cavern, a short spiral staircase rises even further, ending abruptly in an alcove that extends over the dragon couch; bright, colorful scarves adorn its iron railing like so much festive fringe. To one side of the balcony, past the hooks that keep straps and stray gear contained above a small press for shoes, three more curved steps rise high enough to double as additional seating before they reach the archway to the inner weyr. Past a faded tapestry, the crescent-shaped room is furnished with more ironwork and heavy wood that comprise a large hearth and an equally impressive sleigh bed, the latter with a colorful coverlet atop of all its furs. Standing at the foot of the bed, a huge, intricately carved armoire faces outward and creates a sort of alcove. Though there's certainly room for more furniture beyond the comfortable, curvilinear couch that sits before the hearth, even the traditional table and side chairs are missing in favor of space. Despite the dark elegance of most of the furnishings, the bones of the weyr are quirky, charming like the ledge-cluster outside: each room slightly smaller than average, their heights staggered, growing stuffy in the summer while in winter remaining cozy and warm no matter how cold it gets outside.
Solith sees her the rest of the way off, and admits to Iesaryth that she did try takeout once, but her rider was not amused. It's a little faded, maybe the memory of a memory, but it was impressed upon her not to forget. She's then glad to slide back inside, though, the fringe of knotted scarves rustling as she passes by and into her couch. It's comfortable there, and it's not like she hasn't seen the rest of the place before. Still in the outer weyr, Tela's quick to say, "Not at all! It's nice not to have lag time, anyway. Don't worry about taking off your boots," though she's beginning to remove hers and replace them with the fuzzy fur-lined slippers set atop the little chest. While she's at it, "I'd rather have just the right things too, instead of stuff to fill space." Witness her own, not so furnished weyr. "But you could make it smaller, couldn't you, if you ever wanted?" There's a sunshiney sparkle of amusement from Iesaryth for takeout. She can only imagine. It's possible Aishani has the drift of that conversation in the back of her mind, from the way she quirks a smile over Solith's way as the green heads into her couch. "Did she want the scarves, or was that your idea? It's nice either way, a bit of privacy, yes? Something we don't really have from each other, but we can pretend." There's a wry look over to Telavi, and though she's told not to worry about her boots, she does eye them dubiously, and backs up a few steps to the ledge/weyr step to make sure she's gotten the wet off. As she does, she agrees, "No sense in moving something you don't like, or love, especially with your ledge. And... I'm not really into things, I suppose. I could drape some of it off with tapestries or similar, perhaps." "My idea, but she likes it. With all the dark wood and iron and everything... it's cozy and all, but sometimes a girl needs color. And besides, I had to put them somewhere anyway." Telavi, the girl who might well have more privacy from her dragon than most, shrugs philosophically before chancing a smile Aishani's way. "You're right. Kazavoth, and D'kan of course, helped us get the armoire up in parts but it was still unwieldy. Do you like tapestries better, or wood? One of the weyrs we looked at had some pretty wooden screens, and I was half-tempted to go back for at least one of them." That smile has more mischief to it, now. Once satisfied with her boots -- or by the wrinkle of her nose, as close as she's about to get -- Aishani agrees, undoing her jacket, "Color, yes. It's a nice contrast, brightens up all the iron as well. It's not such an issue in the warmer months, I think... it's just so dark all winter." Today is a case in point, the only light dimmed by layers of clouds, or eerie flashes between them. "Nice of them, but that seems to be D'kan, more or less. I'm glad I didn't have to move anything, even if Iesaryth could have managed it all right. And I haven't thought of screens. That would be nice around the bath, even with the wall." There's something of a grin for Telavi's mischief, dark eyes amused. "I doubt you'd be the first scavenger. Or the last." "Gloomy," Tela agrees, and then her expression turns anything but that when she smiles. "He is. Sadly, we were warned against scavenging," but she cuts herself off in the next breath with a wry glance at Aishani. That way lies talk of weyrlings and barracks and what they did to get into those barracks. Her nod denotes the couch instead, as the only suitable article of furniture other than the bed and its single nightstand. "Sit if you like? Not that it's such a long report from Tillek, mostly more of the same. But I do have a little wine, some fruit and dried nuts," again with that questioning lift. "Ah. Well, I'm not about to countermand anything that the Weyrlingmasters have warned against or ordered. I suppose if they didn't, it would encourage chaos." Aishani shudders a little as if to think. "Weyrlings stealing under the cover of darkness to take things from vacant weyrs, midnight arguments, fistfights over wooden screens. It would be exciting, but..." There's a rueful twist of mouth to match that wry glance from Tela; perhaps weyrlings find enough of that on their own. Taking the offered seat, crossing her legs, "Only if you want either. I never expect a long report, but I do like to keep Lady Edeline informed." Dark eyes are bright again -- she loves keeping Lady Tillek informed. Tela's laugh is appreciative. "Imagine engaging a harper to write a song of such a thing, and then we could enact it, to remind the next class to watch their ways," because there will be a next class coming around someday, won't there? Wine, then. She disappears past the curtain long enough to retrieve a flask, and to it adds glasses from the armoire. It's white wine, cool and neither completely fruity or quite dry. "Though sometimes people hear those songs and get the wrong idea... at least there are some of us who aren't riders and have license to pillage." Once she's gotten Aishani her glass, Telavi sits at the other end of the couch but angled towards the other woman, her own legs crossing by way of habit. "Importantly," she says, "the timing got me tiny stuffed tomatoes, each in its nest of puffed pastry. So delicious! I like to think that was what they were serving anyway, and not some allusion to Quie." With another wry little smile, "Perhaps that's what I should have C'wlin work at with some of his free time. He seems to have a fair amount. Some cautionary tales for the next class." Aishani raises her glass Telavi's way and takes an appreciative sip before adding, "Hopefully that will come sooner than later now that... most of you have moved on." As for the rest, they don't take up that much room, do they? "I suppose a song might give someone an idea, but they might be as likely to get it elsewhere. I don't know of any pirate songs, but yet..." Everyone seems to know about pirates. Flashing a grin for the tomatoes, "There's always something interesting they have there for a little appetizer, but who knows, with them. I wouldn't put it past her to think of it and put it on the schedule for the right time. But I'm inclined to think the worst." And be paranoid besides. The wine's on the nicer end of standard 'what weyrlings without private incomes have access to,' or at least those weyrlings who bargain for tutelage rather than drinks. Telavi does have a tilted smile for C'wlin, if not a vocal comment, followed up by her own sip and a nod. Though, "I do know a drinking song or two with pirates," or three, "but this just isn't the right atmosphere for it." Even with all the dark wood and iron. "Perhaps! Although now that you mention it," because Telavi specializes in the bright side, "it might have something to do with my cap, with the top being cut off and put back on tilted like that. Because she'd absolutely have her cook plan even a single item on a menu that's all about little weyrling me." Her dimples show briefly. "Anyway, I passed on the message, the baby's still in there, Quie is doing fine, where 'fine' includes backaches and a renewed abhorrence for the smell of klah among other things, and she's glad to be back in her own weyr. I left out the mention of roommates." At least it's Tillek that sends the wine and not High Reaches, say. Aishani seems to like her idea even without comment, though she'll move on as well, agreeing, "Drinking songs do tend to demand a bar-type atmosphere, yes. Maybe I've heard them, it was just they were unintelligible at the point of singing. It's hard to say. More time around miners than sailors, all told." After another drink, looking around as if trying to decide what songs might be suited to Telavi's weyr, "Absolutely. Why not. I was actually going to say if you wanted to go that far, she might have waited for a friend of Quielle's to come by for such an allusion, but I don't see her going so far as to find out who's shadowing where." Glancing back to the greenrider with something between a grin and a grimace, "Appreciated. I'm sure the update was taken with the usual mannered appreciation." "Quite possibly," and Tela's dimples have shown up again, deeper this time. "Especially when the yelling starts, and people yelling over the yelling," and then she stops talking to lean back, listening. She nods for that, for the shadowing. "All two minutes of it. Possibly a minute and a half. I didn't even get to spot any exciting-looking guests skulking around in the antechamber." So disappointing! "Sort of an exponential loudness," Aishani nods, leaning against the back of the couch with one arm along it, her glass in her other hand. "At least it's usually not so bad in the Snowasis until it's late. Or unless there's a party." By the curve of her smirk, she has a particular occasion in mind. It widens into a grin for the shortness of the audience, and she shakes her head, telling Telavi sadly, "Hardly enough time for stuffed tomatoes even. If the Lady didn't have her ladies, I'm sure you might have been able to make off with some in a napkin. But I have the sense they're meant to see everything." Telavi's repetition of, "A party," has a certain inviting quality. Though she has to clarify, "Oh, no, the tomatoes... and I wonder if they're from her greenhouses or if she trades for them? ...they were for while I was waiting, before I was shown into her presence." From dramatic to dry, "Perhaps it's a matter of feeding a greenrider proactively so she doesn't go after the livestock." Swirling the wine in her glass, "There'll be one at the end of the month, though perhaps not extravagant. We'll have something for graduation when that comes as well, though Azaylia had a sort of weyr-warming for us when we first moved. There's always a reason." If the greenrider's particularly intent on finding one, Aishani seems to imply by her tone, the lift of her brows. As for tomatoes, "I'd think the greenhouses, as it might be a bit of a trip this time of turn for trade. But it's possible." Telavi's last has her smirk, noting, "Now I have an image of you setting upon the herds. But... that sort of word does travel quicker than one would think. Or like." That sets Tela's eyes to brightness, and while she doesn't sit up, she does smooth the leather over her knee as she might a skirt. "Let me hope, something that doesn't have to involve wherhide... except maybe in footwear? For some reason, the wings I've shadowed haven't been focusing on visiting Gathers," not after the harvest festival, anyway. Her nod carries agreement for the practicalities of land-based trade, not her specialty, and beyond that, "Let's not even pretend, then." Though that also means that, after a sip, she can circle back to a slower-spoken, "Weyr-warming? I can imagine all the people shuffling through just to take a look. Not that I don't when other people throw parties, it's always nicer in someone else's weyr than my own." Amused, "Imagine that, sweeps not including Gathers. It's not quite the season for it anyway, but for graduation, yes -- usually something more formal than not. More sisal and satin than wherhide. Not that it can't work formally, but..." Aishani lifts her hand from the couch to wave that off; really not the point, is it? Trade might not be Telavi's specialty, but in the vein of things that are, "At least you're like to have something nice to wear, or can fix up what you find? It would be sad to be at the mere mercy of stores and the kindness of seamstresses." Then, with a wide grin, "Why do you think it was at Azaylia's and not my place? I'm not even having flights there." Why should she have to? "Not any longer," Tela says with a bit of a moue, "though I have hopes for flying South. If not necessarily combined with sweeps." Sisal, satin, the formality of that prospect doesn't seem to trouble her except in that she also doesn't hurry to embrace it. With raised brows for someone else's place chased by a slow, pleased smile, she returns to, "I like to think that we seamstresses may occasionally be kind, mercy inside. What did you do prior to Impression?" The day job, when not seeking revenge. Not-quite-conspiratorially, "It's not really a party, but I expect I'll be asking Quinlys and Meara to find some time to take you lot South to do some fruit gathering and hunting, possibly. Depending on how things go. It'll be a nice change in scenery and be very helpful besides." Especially if that tithe is as short as people are saying it might be. Her eyes brightened again, she allows, "I was a seamstress... but not a terribly good or kind one, I think. I didn't like it much, I still don't... but I have to admit, it's handy if you like clothes." She switches glass between hands so she can show Telavi the requisite finger-calluses. "So... South, yes, not with sweeps, yes, but also probably not a sisal skirt." Telavi stages a sigh, and smiles, and certainly doesn't ask after such things as tithe. "I think we'd rather hunt than lowercase-g-gather, all told," before lifting her brows in what really shouldn't be surprise. Another sip of wine and she's leaning forward to duly look and witness those calluses. "So more purpose-driven, then? I don't think a lot of people realize just how much work goes into dressing even moderately well." "There's always Turnover," Aishani suggests, and she'll drink to that, even. "Monaco is where Iesaryth was hatched, so there's always the excuse of taking Solith to see that, if you're cleared for that far. And it is more fun, the hunting. There's more space, more places for the animals to hide. More of a challenge. She likes that, Iesaryth." Once done showing off her badges of honor, such as they are, she gives a little laugh, shaking her head. "Not at first. Brieli is... was a seamstress. Everything had to fit. And no, I don't think they really do. The maintenance. And that's just the dressing." Not hair or anything else! Turnover, what an excellent idea, and Telavi will drink to that too. "I should make plans," she says but lightly, not like she should make plans now. "Or just see, maybe, what turns up... " Her gaze shifts to the ledge at the mention of Iesaryth, but holds for Solith when, "It looks like the snow's let up." She says it undemandingly. "Somehow, it's stranger to think of adopting someone else's life than just theiir name. I mean, actually doing it instead of just saying, 'I was a seamstress, but now I have a hankering to do...' whatever you would have liked better. But she's not still... around? The original Brieli?" The Brieli who was. "As I said, there's always a party here, but I wouldn't blame any of you for wanting to get away for a few hours, even. I know I certainly take the opportunity when I can. Things will turn up, no doubt. I usually don't make much of a plan and it's not much of an issue finding a good time. I suppose that's company as much as locale, yes?" Aishani glances down to see what's left in her glass since the snow has, apparently, let up for the time being. It doesn't seem that she's in a rush to finish the wine, though she's quick enough to answer, "Oh, no. She's with my family, Brieli. She's married to one of my cousins. She was me while I was her, on the off chance that anyone got that far?" A shrug -- it doesn't matter much now. As for the rest, "It got tiring at times. But when aren't we someone else, really?" "Well," Tela stops, a little wry. "My friends, we used to bounce around a lot, it wasn't ever really a time to stay. A drink in every Weyr, and all that, but then I didn't have to be the one envisioning before." Which might address the company, partly. She adds after a moment, "It's fun trying people on, but that's having the choice, I suppose, not being stuck. Your cousin... did she change her name back? Or did she say Aishani?" Tela's dimples show briefly. "I know you know how to say no if I get too no-sy." Pointing with her mostly-empty glass, "Now you'll have the choice, and if you're having a nice conversation with someone and everyone else wants to go, you can just tell them to keep Solith updated." Such freedom. It really is ridiculous. Aishani has something of that idea in her wry smile for Telavi, though she nods a little in agreement. Tucking dark curls behind one ear, "No one here knew what that someone was like, so that made things simpler; just a few little details to account for, gloss over when they came up. And Brieli is pleased to have her own name back, much as I am to have mine." There's a flash of a grin. "Or evade, yes." "True," Telavi readily agrees, if with a floating quality of humor. "I don't know that we ever were much for conversaton, not for Turnover, but they say there's always a first time." She sips, re-crossing her legs in the other direction, a flash of merriment in turquoise eyes for that flash of a grin that replaces the more bemused interest for the details and glossing and all. "Or evade. Yes. That could have been awkward, with her husband, I imagine." Shrugging, amused, "I don't like to assume, though I'd think some conversation is required." Just a little? Aishani arches fine brows over her glass before she drains it, though with a slight smile. Setting her glass aside, she looks over to Telavi with dark eyes wide, nodding emphatically."Could you imagine? But he knew, they all did... so it wasn't a constant thing. It might have been easier for her. In some ways." She doesn't seem inclined to elaborate the others, asking instead, "Are you thinking of going to visit your uncle at all? Or leaving that to him still?" "Mmm." Telavi's dimples flicker in and out of existence. She doesn't elaborate either this time, but then she's getting focused on, "Oh, he did! I was thinking it was a secret for him, and then he yells the wrong name, and wouldn't that be awful." It's so much more colorfully dramatic than her uncle, the mention of whom has her exhaling more quietly. "I've seen him, briefly. He had some things to give to me, that were mine, but we didn't have time then." Colorfully dramatic indeed. Aishani's grin is brief, but she does note, "Thankfully, that was not much of an issue, no." There's probably more she could say on the topic, but unsurprisingly she doesn't continue, just explains, "He went back to the camp with her from Crom, so -- they carried word, more or less." The quiet exhale seems to have her curious, but family is something she won't pry around too much. "Hopefully more time soon, then. I imagine it'll all seem more routine once you settle into the wing shadowing, in any case." Glancing ledgeward, regretfully, "I should have Iesaryth come up." "So that could help each other instead, it sounds like," and Tela seems to like that, a soft warmth to eyes and smile and even the curve of her hand about her glass. "Thank you," and she stands. With a touch of hesitation, "I could put Solith's straps back on her, if you'd like a ride, if your Iesaryth would tolerate it? It would be easy enough, we're used to elevator duty." Nodding as she rises, "It was something. She wasn't accustomed to traveling on her own, so..." Aishani gives another little shrug, pulling her hat from her pocket, flattening it in her hands before pulling it on. At the offer, she seems dubious, hesitance that might have less to do with Solith or Telavi, and more to do with her queen and appearances, and so on. "I wouldn't want her to have to get up. Iesaryth's lazy enough not to mind, but she's also lazy enough that she ought to be made to get up now and again." "All right," Telavi accedes after a brief, admiring glance to the hat, and proceeds to walk her guest to what's not an actual door. Her hand does linger on Solith's straps when they approach the actual ledge, though: Aishani may still change her mind if she likes! "Though you can tell her, if you drop by again, that we'll bring you down... in case she's not inclined," she won't say 'lazy,' "to bring you back up again." Making sure her jacket is done up even if the snow isn't coming down at the moment, Aishani can agree, "I can pass that on. I think she'd be easier with one of hers still, even if there's not much logic to it; that's not really like her." She has another little shrug, a fond smile. Dragons. "Or perhaps I'll buy you a drink for your troubles next time," she adds, glancing over her shoulder as she starts for the very edge of the curving ledge, sharpening into a grin. "I know you're fond of the bar." Over the rustling of wings as Iesaryth awkwardly perches and holds, yes, don't hurry or anything, "Let me know if you remember anything else. Or have any thoughts." And then she'll get up and let the gold go already. If it's a particularly suicidal dive, someone might have rather gone with the Solith option. |
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