Logs:Lets Get Married
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| RL Date: 10 April, 2013 |
| Who: E'sren, Sabella |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: E'sren and Sabella talk about families and pictures. |
| Where: Nighthearth, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 20, Month 6, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Sunny |
| OOC Notes: Follows: Logs:Or_was_it_three-hundred_and_fifty-two? |
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| Nighthearth, High Reaches Weyr(#1549RJ) With its entrance located between the kitchen and the living cavern, this tiny bubble cavern is cozy, always kept warm and is filled with comfortable chairs and a small round table. At the far end, there's a hearth, outlined in ruddy, aging bricks, where a pot of stew simmers in the evening hours. Generally quiet, the nighthearth is the haunt of insomniacs and those seeking quiet from the bustle of daily Weyr life.
Blissfully unaware and ignorant have been E'sren's colors of late. There's no small amount of speculation and stories wandering around and he, not the type to invest in these things, has been either changing the subject a lot with some or simply avoiding conversation with others all together. It's easy enough. But not with Sabella, in fact times like this one, where he seeks out her company, are common. "Hey," he announces himself, bringing with him two steamy mugs. They smell of cocoa, he offers one to her with his easy, squinty grin and a little tilt of his head to try and spy on what she's drawing on. It's probably easy to be blissfully unaware and ignorant with her, she doesn't exactly broadcast all of her interactions to the whole world. Well, not usually. She seems startled when he comes up on her and she instinctively begins to close the cover of the book, her hand still placed inside to maintain the page. But the voice is ultimately familiar and so is the squinty smile so she prys it open again, "Hey, Chase." Sabs quickly fills in the lines on the face of some cartoonish looking older man amongst a crowd of bland people. There's something intentional about the feel of it. "Thanks, pretty soon it's going to be too warm for this. For awhile, right?" She accepts the mug with a quick flash of smile, tucking her pencil behind her ear. Since she's going to let him, he lingers a little to really look at the page she's working on, though he makes no comment. At least not on that, not yet. Instead, "Yeah, I know, it's summer. Cocoa's crazy." He, with his own mug, takes the chair by hers and immediately sprawls in it, leaning to one arm and resting ankle atop knee. With a sigh he sinks into the cushion. "But I'll still drink it. Reminds me of my mom, when we all used to drink it in the back of the wagon while the rain pelted the roof. It was so loud sometimes we couldn't even hear ourselves talk so we'd all yell things at each other and laugh." He's fond of that memory, says his little smile, but after a sip he's past it. "Who are you drawing there?" The notebook remains open, even if she doesn't make any more additions to the drawing as of yet. Lifting the steaming mug to her mouth, her smile curves up at the quick insight he gives of his family. She takes a tentative sip, holding it against herself. "You always have good family stories. It sounds like you were all really close, have you heard from them recently?" Sabs glances down at the drawing and her smile turns gently crooked, wry. "I'm not sure. I guess I knew who he was or remembered him at one point. But this one is old, from when I was first at Greenfields I think." "Mystery man from your past," E'sren murmurs, trying to make it sound mysterious. Or more mysterious maybe than it already is. "That's crazy to me that you can have a face in your mind but no name for who the person was or is. Crazy in a really cool way. I wish my brain worked like that." It isn't that he thinks too long or anything before he answers her question, it's just that his reply comes a little more slowly than it might if he didn't really care much for his own words. "Yes and no. They all sent letters, all in one big package, that was nice. My brother and my little sister are really good about that. My aunt and my cousin too. My mom is a tough case, but I don't blame her. What about you? I don't think I've heard you talk about your family much." "He was just interesting to me probably. I'm adding details now but... he might not look exactly this. There was something about him that made him different. Maybe it was the expression on his face." Sabs sips from the mug again as she contemplates the cartoonish older man. His face seems... happy? Joyful perhaps. Like a man that's just received good news. She lifts her chin up to him, establishing eye contact again. "That's great. Do you keep the letters after you get them, like for awhile?" There's curiosity there, maybe odd considering the question. As if she doesn't really know what a person does with those things after you've read them. With a shrug and cheerful enough indifference, "Oh, I don't talk about them much. No. They haven't sent anything." "Oh." She doesn't talk about them much, they haven't sent her anything. It isn't exactly what she says but how she says it that stays E'sren from probing further into things, and maybe it helps that he's gotten to know her pretty well in the past few months. Or as much as she'll let him. So instead of travel down a possibly unpleasant path with her, he diverts instead, takes a sip of cocoa, and smiles. It wouldn't be entirely obvious that he's a little bit embarrassed by his next admission, but he has to go and rub the back of his neck like that. "I do keep 'em. I have 'em right now actually, in my trunk back in the barracks. I feel kinda weird about it actually." Pause. "Hey maybe that guy just heard he got a letter. Like a really important, good one." Sabs really doesn't do this uncomfortable thing. She brushes the topic of her family off with another simple roll of her shoulders and a flash of smile. Pushing her curls back behind one ear, she looks as if that moment really just didn't occur at all. It's an art. "Why would you feel weird about something like that? It's great that your family writes to you. And when you miss them, you can read them again. Sort of like getting a window in on them when you'd like. If you wanted to. I think plenty of people probably keep letters they get. For one reason or another." That's her thinking anyway, her great insight as she takes a long draw from the mug. "Maybe! It could be anything. I don't remember what was happening around him then." She frowns, furrowing her eyebrows together and drawing one finger across the other people, the bland ones that are with him. "I don't think any of them were talking to him." Pause. "Or maybe he saw someone." Her eyes walk the sketch, considering. She does make good points. "Yeah, it's nice to have 'em, that's true. I guess the weird part for me is having something like that to save. I was always with them, so I didn't need to save anything from them. Any letters we got were from other family for the most part, I think Ma probably saved any of those she wanted. I dunno. You'd think I'd be used to new things by now." This he says with a smirk, because pretty much everything since coming here has been new, at least for him. And since they're both kind of trying to figure out that mystery man, E'sren drops both feet to the floor so he can pull his chair, scoot, push, til it's more next to hers so his lean can now bring the sketch into sight. "Hm. Maybe an old friend?" "Soon you can go and visit them whenever you'd like. If you're tapped into the right wing, you won't even have that many rider duties. Maybe you could help them move their cargo." She glances up from her notebook to E'sren, a quick fleeting thing. "You could still be a significant part of your family if you wanted to be. If that was, I don't know, bothering you." Sabs says it in a way the suggests that maybe she doesn't know what she's talking about, if so, take no heed. With her eyes dropped down, she shifts in the chair so that she can put the notebook closer to him. "I think he was looking this way." Her index finger follows what would be the line of sight, to somewhere off view. She frowns and then draws her finger in another direction. "I was probably over here, watching. Probably an old friend, family member? I wish I could remember." "Family member... granddaughter? Niece? Maybe he hadn't seen whoever it was in a while and they were meeting here. Or maybe it was a total surprise?" His neck is appreciative of how she makes it easier for him to see the page, he doesn't have to twist it over so far onto one side like he was. He sips from his mug and narrows his eyes over the rim. "Mm. Yeah. It'll be nice to see them again. I feel like everyone's gonna be so old when I see them next, even though I know not that much time is passing. And it has been." Dark eyes seeking out her face, not too far away from his, E'sren adds, "Bothering me." She nailed it. "It could be anything. I guess that we're never going to really know. But it is nice." Sabs ultimately decides as she draws her finger to his face, smiling quietly for a moment at the drawing. "To know that he was happy. At least for a few minutes." There isn't anything sad to the way she says it. No, it's a simple contentment. A moment captured, even if it's not really hers. "It'll be nice when you see them. I'm certain they're going to be really excited, over the top to see Ahruth too." Taking another generous drink from her mug, she carefully closes the cover on the old notebook. "You're always going to be a part of them. You and your family, you're bonded tightly. I don't think some distance could change that for you." E'sren's smile is kind of subtle, it happens mostly in his eyes, but it grows and dimples as she goes on until he's squinting at her again. There's something in what she said or how she said it, something. "They're gonna be really excited to meet you too actually." Almost in a 'so there' way, as he leans back in his chair with his mug and smugs it up. "I may have mentioned you in a letter at some point," he goes on, his voice thoroughly schmoozy. "No big deal. My sister's probably gonna hug you, my brother will try to sell you something. Ma... we'll see about Ma." She doesn't catch his smile, not just then anyway. Because with the cover closed so carefully, she's balancing her mug and leaning over to slip her notebook back into that old, much loved canvas bag on the floor. Sitting up again, she clutches the cocoa close to her and directs an amused look towards E'sren. She laughs brightly. "Really. What have you been telling your family that they're going to want to hug and sell me things? I hope you haven't been making up any unrealistic tall tales that I'll have to live up to. That's a lot of pressure for meeting someone's family for the first time." "Nah, don't worry your little head. I told 'em you're my new friend, I told 'em how stubborn you are. I might also have said something about how you're my best friend." Which Sabella might not have known about herself, even, but E'sren doesn't look embarrassed about that. Whatever her reaction might be, he's grinning and laughing under his breath, it's telling in how his shoulders are moving. "Okay but one thing," he holds up his finger, "about my family is they're loud. They don't go quietly into the night. So they might wanna hug you and crush you with their own spirit. But it's all from the heart." "You told them I was your new stubborn best friend?" Sabella strings all the descriptors together and stares over at E'sren across the top of the mug. She downs the rest of it quickly. "Wait- You told them that I was stubborn? When am I stubborn?" That somehow gets more attention than the whole best friend part, she eyeballs him with one uplifted 'brow. She's a woman waiting for an answer here. He's laughing silently and she's regarding him still, however she doesn't seem devasted by him calling her stubborn. "Are they going to hug me and crush me with their spirit while I'm trying to sleep before they go into the night? Otherwise, I think I'll be okay." "Of course not. They gave that up years ago. The whole smothering people in their sleep thing." E'sren is easy. He might as well have known her for years. This train of thought results in his furrowed brow and tilted head. "Yeah you're my crazy stubborn best friend. You're stubborn... always. Like when I asked if you wanted help carrying those firestone sacks in the other day. But that's neither here nor there." Even if she might want to protest. She can, but he's also going to say more things. "I just realized that you're like... we've known each other for a while now." "What? E'sren. Those sacks were empty. Of course I didn't need your help carrying them, what do I look like?" A skinny girl that doesn't excel at manual labor? Yeah, probably. Sabella directs a look at him that's downright dirty, but friendly somehow. In the way that people who know each other can give looks without it coming to blows or anything. With his realization spoken, her mouth quirks. The smile eventually returns but she's narrowing her eyes at him again anyway. Playfully. "Yeah? Do you want to get married? I'm warning you now, I don't make the bed. I don't like doing dishes either. Oh- Or laundry. You'll have to do all of that. Sorry." At first E'sren lifts his eyebrows like he might offer her a sincere apology, it just never quite gets there. Instead he ends up staring at her for as long a moment as her downright dirty look, with his eyebrows up and his mouth a thin line. But it ends with him grinning after an attempt or two at not grinning. Through his laughter, "I don't make the bed either. We're screwed." As the chuckles die down he takes a deep breath to chase the rest away and regards her for a moment. "Would you ever? Wanna get married? Not to me." Jeez no. "But I mean before." She waits for it. Where's the sincere apology? Then his grin breaks and her own does too. She laughs and exhales, pulling the pencil out from behind her ear. The empty mug gets placed onto the floor. "So screwed. Maybe we can hire someone to do it for us. Or we'll just have a bunch of kids and train them to be our personal minions." Sabs taps the end of the stick against her mouth and shakes her head. "I don't know. I never gave it that much thought before, I'm only nineteen. I was pre-occupied with other things before all of this." She waves her hand around. "And now this is here. What about you? You're older. Were you about to be married off or something before you were searched?" "Older, wow. My heart." E'sren melodramatically touches his hand to his chest, he's so wounded. He takes another drink and shrugs. "We're not really the married off type of family. There's no lines to strengthen or alliances to be forged in the fires of matrimony. My cousin got married instead of joining us, but her husband bailed on her laaast year? Yeah, not a very good guy. So now she's with us, and my aunt Harys never got married. But I might have gone for it, if someone came along. Have a wife and kids. Sounds kinda nice." Still, there isn't a well of sadness or melancholy for his new lot. "But here we are." "You are older. Aren't you? ...Five turns? Four?" Sabella makes a big point of looking at him reeeally closely now. Like she's trying to discern the exact difference of age between them down to the day. "I thought that traders did get married for alliances, sometimes. But I guess I was wrong. I don't really know anything about your people anyway. The holds are different." She shrugs then with a quick smile. "Here we are. Still, we've known each other for awhile. I guess I could marry you if I absolutely had to. You're a pretty good friend. Even if you told your entire family that I was stubborn." "I'm twenty four?" E'sren offers, with a small amount of uncertainty about how much older that makes him. But at least he knows how old he is, they should be fine if they can figure out the rest. "And yeah, they do. I mean a lot of them do. For us it's just never been as big a deal. I guess that's why we're so sprawled out all over the place. There's some of us who won't marry the trading life. My cousin, the one I mentioned, worked in the nursery at the hold where she lived with her husband. But I mean... I guess now that I think about it we are making alliances? Huh. It's weird to think about it like that. Let's not get married for alliances though, let's just get married for fun." "Well, I'm nineteen." Sabella repeats. "So five turns. About. Roughly." She eventually begins to chew on the end of the pencil, listening along quietly to his description of traders and their marrying ways. "I wouldn't think all of those alliance marriages would end up badly. But I guess the ones where you get married for fun can end up badly too. Luck of the draw." She laughs at his suggestion and leans over to snatch up one of the books. It's the small one, the one that doesn't look academic. "Okay, so you have to read this. Not all of it, but some. It's one of those 'romance' stories. It's awful, so awful. I found it in the records. Tucked away." She moves to the far side of the chair, closer to him. Flipping through the pages she'll spend the rest of the time they're in the nighthearth pointing out the most cringe worthy parts. And probably hollowing with laughter as they read some of the bad dialogue outloud to each other. |
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Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Thu, 11 Apr 2013 00:37:15 GMT.
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E'sren and Sabella, (stubborn) BFFs forever. XD Things are always so playful and funny when they talk. It's lovely.
K'zin (Wakizian (talk)) left a comment on Thu, 11 Apr 2013 04:15:41 GMT.
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Let's talk names. I like Sabsren, Esebella, Sase (pronounced sassy), Llaesren (which might be a 'll' like llama or make a 'y' sound - but probably only if Sabella has been pronounced Sabeya all along).
K'zin (Wakizian (talk)) left a comment on Thu, 11 Apr 2013 04:16:07 GMT.
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Baby names that is.
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