Logs:Like Any Other Day
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| RL Date: 14 June, 2015 |
| Who: Nala, Lilah, Jynth |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Lilah brings Nala an early turnday gift. Nala asks to return to Dice. |
| Where: Frosted Sea Glass Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 28, Month 13, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Aislara/Mentions, C'stian/Mentions |
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| As morning dawns on Fort Weyr, the lower caverns have just begun their preparation for Turn's End, while those dragons assigned to transportation duty, more of them on this particular day than any other, have already begun to bring in passengers from those holds around the Weyr. Yet, it is a smaller, sage green, assigned to elevator duty rather than transport, that is left to take the junior weyrwoman up to Jynth's ledge, where Eliyaveith's attention and presence is bound to the sands and her eggs. It is left to Lilah to announce her own presence, stepping into that first cavern of the weyr only to call out, "Nala? Are you home?" Bag slung over her shoulder and dressed in a plain blue sweater and dark pants, she doesn't seem dressed to join any revelries for the day, though nor does her outfit exactly seem appropriate for a day of sitting on the sands with her dragon. Jynth is curled up in his wallow, fast asleep, his head lodged under one of his wings, and so he remains oblivious to the green's presence on his ledge and of the arrival of anyone else until Lilah's voice both catches Nala's attention and wakes him. He shifts enough to look at her, sleepy study given, then he settles back down and lets Nala be the more sociable one of the two of them for today. The bluerider herself is sat on the floor, back against her bed, tendrils of different coloured threads cast across her legs and the floor. She looks up and tries to sweep the lot of it aside in a single motion, brushing it beneath the bed, though it rumples her knee-length skirt. "In here," she calls, as she pushes herself up from the floor. "Sorry," is briefly offered towards Jynth as she wakes him, but Lilah moves towards the private quarters without another thought for the blue there. A brush of her knuckles raps on the wooden door, despite not being necessary, even before the goldrider steps inside. "Dare I ask what you were doing down there?" is said with a hint of wry humor, a smile actually warming her lips as a greeting. "Oh... I hurt my leg during the storm," Nala supplies quickly enough, using the edge of the bed to balance herself as she finds her feet again. "The healers assigned exercises once they stitched it up again. I have to keep the muscle from seizing up or they think I will adopt a limp to avoid the pain instead of walking on it." She shrugs, the diagnosis parroted with the same lack of interest she has in much. Turning, she props herself against the bed. "Are you not needed by Shevena or Eliyaveith or anyone else wanting to drag you in half a dozen directions today?" A laugh escapes from Lilah's lips, exhaled on a breath before she assures, "Later, yes. But Eliyaveith has Liesanth this morning and Shevena has everything in hand for the moment." The bag is shrugged from her shoulder, dropped onto the couch as she takes a seat without hesitating. "I think you would look great with a limp. You could get a fancy cane. Match it to your outfits." "A fancy cane and have everyone take me for a cripple," Nala drawls, giving a little shake of her head. "Though one with a blade in the end might be useful. Still, no, thank you. It should only be a few more months before the damage is healed." She darts a look towards Lilah as she stands up properly and begins to drift towards the couch. "Do not tell them." M'vyn, Aislara, Hematite; she doesn't make it clear who she means, even if it is all one elaborate confession to conceal something else. "How is she? Eliyaveith." "Your secret is safe with me, as always," assures Lilah to that, though not without the slide of dark eyes over the bluerider in a study as if searching for something further. But, she lets it go to answer her question with her own light, "She's happy. Anxious and worried about the eggs and their future, but pleased with them." A pause, before the goldrider admits, "I will be relieved when they hatch. At least we won't be stuck watching them, day in and day out." Slowly, Nala moves to sit on the opposite arm of the couch, her slipper-like shoes left to fall to the floor as she settles her feet down beneath one of the loose cushions. "I can't imagine that watching what are, for all intents and purposes for the moment, inanimate objects, day in, day out is very entertaining," she remarks. "But if she is pleased with them, it must be worth it, I suppose." She smoothes her skirts over her knees and rests her hands on them. "It is a good clutch." "It is a good clutch to prove herself with," Lilah agrees dryly, her fingers picking at a stray thread of her bag. "Especially if the gold egg hatching a gold; if they all hatch without incident. But then--." She trails off, a shoulder rolling upwards, before she moves to open that bag and dig into it. What she produces is both surprising but simple, perhaps. A pyramid of lapis lazuli that sits in the palm of her hand, weighted enough to hold down hides but pretty enough with it's deep blues and striations of gold to be decorative. She places it on the couch between them, offering, "Speaking of inanimate objects, happy early turnday." "Riders are Searching further afield. In all likelihood, they will have a better selection of minds and manners of thinking to find someone that they want for their own." Maybe it's meant to be encouragement, but it's difficult to tell, since Nala's tone tends to vary so little these days. Her brows dip a little as Lilah moves to open the bag and draw something out, confusion flickering across her features until her dark eyes find the pyramid and she puts it and the goldrider's explanation together to form an understanding. Surprise briefly surfaces, either for the gift itself or... since her pale complexion colours, has she forgotten her own turnday? "It's beautiful," she murmurs, as she leans forward to bring it into her lap, where she cradles it with both hands. "Thank you." Lilah's lips twist into a small smile, disappearing quickly as she starts to fold her bag back shut while explaining, "I had commissioned the largest piece of lapis lazuli that the minecraft could find, before-- everything. A while ago, after we'd talked about it. But then I wasn't sure what to do with it." She dismisses her own explanation with a shake of her head, instead focusing on Nala with a quick curve of her brow upwards. "I know it isn't your turnday yet, but. Do you feel old, now? What do you have planned?" Nala keeps the pyramid cradled close, held close to her waist by the press of both hands, like she's trying to warm it or somehow leech comfort from the ripples of blue and gold. Her features twist a little, a moment's pain breaking through as she listens to Lilah's explanation, yet she finds herself unable to speak on it and so just keeps the lapis lazuli pressed close with a faintly desperate edge. "...I have felt old ever since I had Nalyn," she admits, once she's regained some of her composure and managed to look up. "I'm not sure... how I am supposed to feel. And..." Her confession colours her words wry. "I had forgotten, to be honest. Days are only... days. They pass. I do as I am meant to." "Your turnday is the one day that shouldn't be like any other day. Do something. New, different-- Whatever you want to do," Lilah counters gently, dragging her own bag into her lap as she slides a look over her friend. "We could spend the day at Vintnerhall, taste testing and enjoying the company of cute vintners. Or disappear to Ierne where no one would recognize us." "...I forgot Nalyn's turnday this turn. And Grace's. I just... forgot. I did not notice." Nala gives a shake of her head and takes a deep breath. "What right do I have to do anything for mine? " Her tone doesn't manage to lean towards argumentative, words spoken almost the moment that she thinks them. "And what about Eliyaveith? If she needs you, you would be far away. Jynth would not want to distress her." Though she's yet to outright refuse, she presses a request of her own, "...Can I ask you something?" Lilah only makes a soft noise for Nala's answer, saying gently, "You had a lot going on this turn-- The past is in the past, isn't it?" Or at least, that is their agreement and the goldrider seems to be holding up her end of it. She starts to shake her head easily for the question about Eliyaveith, dismissive, but it's the bluerider's question that stops her from answering. "Of course," is paired with a curious look. "...I suppose," Nala acknowledges, if not concedes, hugging the pyramid all the more tightly. She looks down at it and turns it a couple of times; slow, quarter turns that leave a different side resting against her. "...Can I come and work for Dice again?" she asks, still staring down at the gift in her lap. It's not so clear whether that's what she wants to do for her turnday, as odd a jump from one topic to another as it may or may not be. Lilah's dark gaze rests on Nala at that, only the flicker of surprise passing briefly there at the bluerider's question, but she does not immediately answer. When she does, it's to ask a quiet, "Why? I mean, before everything, you-- I just didn't think it was that important to you." A pause, before the goldrider adds with a curious, "And, I assume M'vyn wouldn't be happy with you back at Dice." "...I needed it for protection, before," Nala says, low-voiced. "And I believed it was more important to you than it should be to me, so I was happy to do the books and mostly keep quiet about any involvement." She uneasily shrugs one shoulder. "I need something to do. I do not socialise with my wing. And I am doing a lot of what M'vyn wishes me to do, of late, so he can give me that much." Or so she's determined to believe. "...A-And Aislara is pregnant with some bastard bronzerider's ch--" Another shake her head. "I need something to do." "Aislara is pregnant?" Lilah's reaction is subdued to that news, her fingers twining the strap of her bag tightly, wrapping it around before she starts to unravel it again. But she only adds, "Of course you can come back, if that's what you want. Just to do the books or if you want to do more, I'm sure we can figure it out." She offers a smile, an attempt at reassurance. "And I thought you'd worked out everything with Hematite. When you came back." "...She desperately wants to be a mother," Nala murmurs, her gaze downcast. "I am happy for her... I am not sure that she has told anyone but me." She shrugs again, more sharply this time, dismissive. "I believe Hematite tolerates me. I have no desire to spend time with most of them; it would not surprise me to discover the same feeling towards me." But for the rest, for Lilah's agreement, she finds herself able to look up once more and offer a sincere, "Thank you." And: "I can do whatever you want me to do." "Especially with Eliyaveith on the sands, I could use you everywhere. I don't get enough time to make sure everything is running the way it should be all the time; that they're keeping standards up even when I'm not there," admits Lilah in a wry drawl, almost a murmur for needing to tell someone that she can't be every where all at once. She shakes her head, a simple gesture. "We'll figure it out. -- And, congratulations, then. To Aislara." "I will do as much as I can," Nala offers, giving the pyramid another turn. "Even-- Well, I am not sure that Eliyaveith will accept mine and Jynth's presence in your stead, but if she would..." The will is there. "I promised I would be with the children this evening, but I would be happy to be at Dice or in the galleries any other evening." The bluerider accepts the congratulations on Aislara's behalf with a twitch of her lips and nothing more; acknowledgement and little else. Lilah's lips twist into a sharp smile, before she answers, "I think she would. She'd prefer you and Jynth to me, I'm sure. But how that would look to the rest of the Weyr--. Or, I suppose, Liesanth and C'stian, too." The goldrider only lingers on that thought a moment, before she moves to her feet while drawing her bag back onto her shoulder. "You should enjoy your Turn's End, and your turnday, too. We can figure out the rest after." "C'stian tolerates me better than the rest," Nala sighs, swinging her feet free of the cushion she's tucked them beneath. "I think he actually cares, though Faranth knows I have given him no reason to." When she stands, she begins to move after Lilah, only to stop. "...You should too. Even if it means a party in a section of the galleries." She fidgets for a moment, unsure of what to do, then she turns to nestle the lapis lazuli on the couch, safe and snug, and moves back to the goldrider with the intent of enveloping her in a tight embrace, face tucked into the curve of her neck. "Happy Turn's End," is a little muffled, but clarity likely isn't important, given she probably means more than the words she speaks. Lilah dismisses that with a light, simple, "There's no one that I want to spend Turn's End with." But she folds herself around Nala and that hug, fingers catching briefly at dark hair before she presses a quick kiss against Nala's temple. "And a better turn to come," she adds dryly. Nala just hangs on a little more tightly in answer to both of Lilah's responses, yet she does eventually untangle herself and step back, a single nod supplied to accept the drier of the two. It's that that she'll leave her with to allow her to depart, and, once they've parted ways, she goes to rescue all those threads from beneath her bed and resume... whatever it is that she's putting together there. |
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