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| RL Date: 6 March, 2015 |
| Who: Agatha, K'zin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Agatha and K'zin talk about things they like (and don't). |
| Where: Inner Caverns, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 8, Month 3, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Quinlys/Mentions |
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>---< Inner Caverns, High Reaches Weyr(#270RJs) >----------------------------<
Within the labyrinth of interconnected chambers that make up the inner
caverns, this large, long cavern serves both as a crossroads and a
comfortable place for weyrfolk to sit, talk, and keep a nosy eye out for
who's going where. Colorful, seasonal tapestries add warmth to the smooth
walls and reduce echoes, while large niches house clusters of chairs, and
a waist-high stone shelf along one wall provides a perch for drinks or
work for residents on the go. Worn brass hooks often hold jackets or other
outerwear with workboots stationed beneath, the transitory nature of the
cavern lending itself to being treated as a sort of communal foyer where
snowy or muddy gear can be kept outside of living quarters. Smaller,
higher niches at regular intervals hold glowbaskets kept fresh during the
daytime and allowed to dim somewhat at night.
The largest tunnels lead to the main living cavern, to the bowl and to the
Weyr entrance, but it's still easy for the uninitiated to get lost within
this maze.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
Agatha F 19 5'7" Slim, Brown hair, Hazel eyes 1m
K'zin M 23 6'1" Muscled, Brown hair, Brown eyes 0s The Inner Caverns which are so often a bustling thoroughfare during the day has settled at this after dinner hour. There are still faces enough passing through or settled at the various places to sit, tending to personal tasks. K'zin is settled in one of the various niches in a comfortable chair with a book in hand looking too studious for someone whose chief feature is his muscular structure. It might explain the frown on his face, though his eyes don't presently wander. Agatha, less of a bustler and more of a slinker, slinks into the caverns. Her gaze touches on the few people present, determining a plan of action. K'zin's niche looks safest, as he's so very absorbed in his reading material. Agatha edges closer and...reaches out to lingeringly touch one of the tapestries near the niche, following it up with a close inspection of it that nearly has her nose to the wall. Nothing to see here. Never trust a bronzerider with a book. Or at least, don't trust the bronzerider to be so absorbed in a book as to not lift his gaze to find Agatha with his brown eyes when she nears and reaches for the tapestry. He watches a moment before saying, "Like tapestries?" Never trust a bronzerider to pick a conversational topic. There's a lot to distrust about bronzeriders, really, even if K'zin looks harmless enough as he closes his book and lets it rest on a thigh. Agatha jumps back from the up close and person investigation of the weave of the tapestry, smokey gaze turning sharply and sullenly on the untrustworthy bronzerider. "You're supposed to be reading," she accuses, and then, defensively(er), crosses her arms across her chest and replies, "Yes. I do like tapestries." "Am I?" K'zin queries, brows going up and eyes flicking down to the book in his lap before he's looking back to the younger woman. Then, quite deliberately, he obligingly opens the book and directs his gaze to the words. It doesn't, however, stop him from asking, "Have a favorite sort? The kind with dragons or the kind with Threadfall or the kind with... whatever else tapestries usually depict?" "It's the book, you see. Dead giveaway," Agatha deadpans, though the approving nod she gives as the man re-opens to book seems to have an impish quality to it. Now that he's busy, she replies, "It's not the pictures. It's the way they're made." After a thoughtful pause she tacks on, "The ones of Threadfall are so...artsy. You'd think you'd want something sort of, I don't know, icky, if you're trying to remind everyone of how bad it can be." "Ahh," K'zin exhales as if all is made clear. There's briefly a flash of dimples, though his eyes don't appear to leave the book. He shifts so she's probably in his peripheral vision. "Should be... something gruesome?" The bronzerider suggests. "Less... artsy." Something about the word amuses him, his lips curving into another smile. "I just think they should be realistic." Since K'zin seems highly unlikely to yell at her for messing about with the tapestries, Agatha goes in for another look, poking carefully at a worn spot and tsking softly under her breath. "It'd stick with you better that way, don't you think? What're you reading?" It must be fascinating. "Very. A very dry lecture on thick tail." K'zin sticks out his tongue in a 'blech' face. "The subject is bad enough, the way it's written..." He sighs. His eyes now turn to the young woman and the tapestry. "So what is it about how they're made that you like? Are you a weaver?" Agatha pokes at the tapestry one last time, then stalks towards an empty chair in the vicinity of the bronzerider. "I am not. It's just a hobby." A nerdy, nerdy hobby. "I knit, and spin. Nothing formal, but warm is warm." Having run the terrified chair to ground, she drops into it and slumps, tapping her fingers on the arm. "Thick tail? Your dragon got that?" A tiny smirk. "Thank Faranth, no." K'zin is understandably emphatic. "Older dragons don't tend to, though it's not impossible. It tends to be more an issue with the younger ones prone to gorge and all that." His gaze is distant and thoughtful a moment. "Knitting and spinning sound like useful hobbies. Are you a seamstress for the Weyr or do you do something else here? Formally, I mean." "That's what I remembered. More of a weyrling thing." Lacking her knitting bag, Agatha's fingers fidget with the chair arm. "You a dragonhealer? Or is it just something useful to know? Or do you enjoy dry lectures in general?" To answer K'zin's question, "Most folks around here will pay a bit for good knitwear. It brings the marks in. But am I Supreme Weyr Knitter? No...I mean, yeah, that /is/ my job but my folks being here probably helps." "Oh, for sure, dry lectures in general." K'zin says, deadpan. Then a smile peeks. "Not a dragonhealer, no." He says more seriously. "Applying for a position that may or may not be available to begin with. Have you ever met Quinlys? Sm... uh, passionate redhead with a weyrlingmaster knot?" There's a nod for the knitwear and another for family, but not more. "I...might know of her?" Agatha mulls it over, finishes with a small shrug. She makes the jump to "Weyrlingmaster, then? There's a thankless job for you." "I'm not so sure I'd call it thankless," the bronzerider contemplates that a moment. "But I can say it's one that breeds tough people. Tough to impress," and probably in other ways. "Anyway, trying to do the unlikely." K'zin lifts his book. "Impress her enough that she'll hire me for the upcoming clutch. He's sliding out of his chair abruptly, "Speaking of hard to impress, Rasavyth has- well, he needs something." Probably nothing to do with thick tail. Probably. "Excuse me, please." Then without a look back, he's heading for the bowl and presumably his waiting dragon. |
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