Logs:Klah and Croissants
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| RL Date: 14 May, 2016 |
| Who: Jocelyn, Lys |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jocelyn and Lys share breakfast before the morning really begins. |
| Where: Jocelyn's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 25, Month 10, Turn 40 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions, N'klas/Mentions |
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>---< Jocelyn's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr >----------------------------<
Separated from both the weyrleaders' complex and the passage to the
dragon's ledge by heavy tapestries, this weyr is easily spacious enough to
fit at least three, large dragons, an enormity that feels rather empty due
to the minimalistic furnishings. The outermost room of this weyr currently
seems to be designated as a front-facing, public space. Centered between
the two entrances, a large, stone table is surrounded by several sensible,
straight-backed chairs. Nearby, a trap door in the wall covers an old,
elevator-pulley system connected to the kitchens, its mechanism
occasionally finicky despite its polished state. A sizable, glassed-in
bookshelf is built into the wall near the opening that leads into the
inner weyr, containing a handful of books and situated next to a series of
small, empty ceiling hooks which look suitable for hanging plants. Two
cozy-looking armchairs are available for more informal seating, precisely
arranged around a homespun rug in dark blue, but the present paucity of
decor does little to render this outer room as anything but severe.
Curtained off by thick, dark drapery, the entrance immediately beyond
opens to more private chambers, a section of two bubbles in the caldera
wall joined by a short tunnel. The smaller, blue-wash walled room closest
to the outer weyr also connects to a personal bath, largely enclosed off
by a carefully carved strip of rock wall. Heat and cool air mingle in the
space between it and the rider's bedchamber, which is mostly filled by a
large bed kept made up in plain, if soft linens and blankets. At the foot
of the bed is a large, cedar chest bearing the insignia of High Reaches
Weyr and a stylized 'J &A'; against the far wall is a darkly-stained
armoire.
Down the short passage, the larger of the two rooms serves as a private
study. An ornate desk takes up most of the available space with ample
shelves just above it; against the wall is an additional, open bookcase
housing scrolls and folders of varying sizes. There's little yet in the
way of other pieces besides a plainly carved, if sleek chair nudged
against the desk, but the amount of glowbaskets tucked around the room
suggests that this area currently sees more use than perhaps any of the
others.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
Jocelyn F 26 5'5" lean, red hair, blue-gray eyes
Lys F 21 5'5" slender, blonde hair, blue-green eyes
----------------------------------< Exits >---------------------------------
Complex Ledge
>------------------------------------< 25D 10M 40T I10, autumn morning >---< It's true, what they say about old habits; Jocelyn remains, by nature, an early riser even with weyrlinghood nearly a full two turns behind them. Drills may not be on her morning agenda, but she's still awake and moving from the bed to the bathing room to perform her ablutions a couple of hours before dawn. Shrugging into a robe, it's off to her study to fetch the copy of the day's schedule built at the end of yesterday, and it's over that which she pores while ambling out front to settle in a seat at one end of the large table there. There's the tell-tale clatter from her connection to the kitchens of a tray on its way up: Klah, no doubt. And her usual spread of pastries on offer when sharing breakfast; flaky, buttery breads with some selection of preserved fruits to spread atop. Jocelyn can have her early morning tranquility and solitude through her ablutions; Lys will have the comfortable bed, unconsciously sprawling into Jocelyn's vacated warm spot with all the tumble and grace of a feline mid-snooze. She's not so familiar with staying over and the morning routine here that her eyes didn't briefly open, but she's familiar enough that closing them again and getting more sleep was no trouble. It's not until Jocelyn is settled with her tray and schedule that the soft pad of Lys' bare feet brushes across the stone floor. The greenrider is one of those women who's annoyingly beautiful even when she rolls out of bed: many of her blonde locks escaping her sleeping braid, an old, over-large shirt hanging on her slender, shapely frame, looking bleary eyed as she shambles toward the klah, yawning and stretching only once she's there. It's not that Jocelyn isn't important to her upon waking so much as that Lys doesn't begin to have any higher brain function until she's had her first sip of klah. After that, Jocelyn can be draped in her arms in a snuggly embrace and kissed (briefly) good morning (to spare her the worst of Lys' morning breath - which even beautiful upon waking people have). Jocelyn's morning expression might best be called annoyed; beautiful, she likely isn't, not with her hair sliding forward to obscure the slant of her eyes in profile while she squints at that schedule. Perhaps whatever it did to offend her will be somewhat forgotten by the time she's worked her way through half of that first mug; certainly, that distinctly displeased look melts away into something considerably softer once Lys comes into view, arms lifting so that her hands can entangle with the greenrider's for the duration of that kiss good morning. "Lovely Lys, " she murmurs contentedly once it's over, giving an affectionate squeeze of fingers before disengaging in favor of trading her schedule for a flaky croissant. As usual, she adds, "It's good to have you here, " one foot extending to nudge at the leg of one of the chairs next to hers so that it wiggles a little outward in invitation. "You know I only come for the breakfast. And klah," Lys teases before reclaiming her klah and settling into that chair that's nudged for her, her own legs lifting so that she can settle them across Jocelyn's lap in slouchy repose. "What does the schedule dictate today?" She asks in a tone too serious to be so. It's a few sips later before she reaches for a pastry of her very own. There's an amused hrmph around a mouthful of warm bread in response, but Jocelyn's smiling once she chews, swallows, reaches over with her free hand to caress the top of a foot. Dryly, "Is that so? Funny, they're the same sorts of choices one can find down in the kitchens if you know whom to ask." Another glance cuts toward the day's schedule, lips pursing briefly before she dismissively returns her attention to her girlfriend. "The usual. Meetings, mostly. Following up on some of yesterday's unresolved items. Be graciously welcoming to the indented list of notable visitors." It's a light, if flat delivery, softened by the lift of an eyebrow and a warmer, "What are you and Evyth doing today? I hope I didn't wake you for long earlier." "Would it shock you, Joce, to learn that even though you might be feared far and wide in the lower caverns, in the kitchen, you can't claim the 'least liked' title by some of those right people?" Lys has made many amends in the kitchen, starting back in her days as Irianke's assistant, but not all wounds can be mended, even with time and effort. "Besides, here I don't have to walk for it." She sparkles an impudent smile at her lover. "Do you want to practice on me? I can act pompous and irritating for you," as Lys apparently supposes most of the notable visitors shall be. "Mostly Holders?" she asks with audible distaste. As for her plans, she finishes a mouthful before responding, "Mostly just the usual, I think. I have to check the gather schedule. I've promised Nik a gather, and I need to cultivate some good will," read: get people who'll pay for drinks, "because he doesn't want to buy either. You'd think K'del would give him an allowance or something, on top of his pay." She sighs, clearly put out by this lack of consideration of her needs as seen to by anything other than her own purse. "You're hardly the girl you were, " the redhead points out sensibly enough. "They'll have to see that eventually. And if they don't - " Wherry-brains, the lot of them, says the roll of her eyes that finishes that sentence. For the other's offer, there's an arched look, then: "If you're going to be pompous and irritating, you can take a walk for your pastries, sweetheart. Holders, indeed." Still, the corners of her mouth twitch faintly afterward, even as she considers Lys over the top of her mug. "N'klas is grown enough to be earning his own keep. If he can't buy one drink for himself at the next gather, it begs the question of what he's been doing with his pay." "No, I'm not. And I wouldn't fancy what I'd do with a wooden spoon nowadays if some misguided person," someone in particular she must be thinking of, "took it into their head to try to set me straight when I'm only seeking a little sustenance." Poor, victim Lys, for all that the victim part seems stressed over the pastry and not the past with the wooden spoon. She smiles at Jocelyn anyway. "Come now," she coaxes then, leaning forward, "sometimes you like it when I'm pompous and irritating." Then she allows, "Irritating," only, with an impishness to her look. She leans forward even more to effect an air of confidence. "He says he's being blackmailed," in a tone so grave that she must be kidding. She and Nik often do. "Sometimes, " Jocelyn will allow in a similar tone, brushing at the crumbs which managed to escape her plate. "Only when you're bothering me in the way I like to be bothered." That mention of blackmail gets a skeptical expression. "Is he. Some awful person keeps agreeing to an exchange of goods and services so long as he keeps paying them, is that it?" Blue eyes close briefly to enjoy that last, almost still-warm bite of fruit-covered pastry, opening again after to fixate on Lys with fond exasperation. "Do I ever bother you in a way you don't like to be bothered?" It could be rhetorical from the tone, but the way Lys tilts her head a little as she looks at the goldrider indicates the invitation to answer plainly. Certainly, Lys prefers to only bring Good Things into Jocelyn's life, even if she's not as committed as might be preferred. "I don't know the details yet. I was told they could only, only be shared over 'a lot' of drinks. We agreed a gather was best for the dirty details," which probably means Lys was bossy and Nik went along with it as stands the usual pattern. "I'm sure I'll have quite a story to tell when the gather is done," whether about the supposed blackmail or the drinking or both. "Would you like to go to a gather together sometime soon?" she offers. Such ventures have been rather far between so as not to be so obvious, but good friends can certainly enjoy the spectacles of one or another from time to time without raising too much gossip. Jocelyn's an attentive enough listener, certainly, mouth curving into half-smiles where appropriate for 'a lot of drinks' and 'dirty details.' Her thoughtful frown fades at Lys's invitation to be replaced by a fuller smile, one that genuinely reaches her eyes. "I always enjoy your brand of bothering, " she's quick to assure her lover. "A gather - yes, of course we should, " much in the same way that a more expressive person would say with enthusiasm that it's been too long. "I'm sure the meet-and-greets will be at least slightly more endurable with you being there." Finishing off her klah, she pushes to her feet quite on schedule, expression turning apologetic as she makes to ease Lys's feet down to the floor. "I need to get dressed and head over to my first meeting." Even though her brain is likely already thinking ahead to that first item on her list, she makes the time to linger a moment more, cupping the pretty blonde's cheek in the palm of her hand with a gaze both soft and intense that's singularly reserved just for her, allowing the tips of her fingers to slide down the line of her jaw before she finally, finally pushes in her chair, picks up that schedule with a lift of her chin. "If there are meet-and-greets, then I promise only to behave if you promise to find a secluded beach with me after the dancing, for a swim, in the moonlight," 'without clothes' goes unsaid. Lys must feel confident enough in Jocelyn's acquiescence or later haggling for good behavior that she doesn't press for more response on that point. She only delays the goldrider long enough to rise to kiss her lightly and steal a peek at her schedule so she knows how long she has in the goldrider's weyr before she needs to get gone. "Have a good day," carries the light not of humor hand in hand with her sincere wish. |
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