Logs:Mapmaker, Mapmaker
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| RL Date: 7 August, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Serin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Serin encounters Edyis as she works on someone's turnday present. |
| Where: Craft Complex, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: 19D 6M 38T I10, summer night |
| Mentions: Jo/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to make any changes. |
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>---< Craft Complex, High Reaches Weyr >----------------------------<
A passageway hewn into the rock and heavily patched with cement leads a
short distance in to the bowl wall, with a door on either side. Lit by
regularly spaced glows, the white-washed walls have been covered over by
colorful tapestries, wall hangings and pieces of art made from metal and
wood. To the left of the entranceway, just a single step inside, a spiral
staircase opens out of the wall, leading upwards through the stone.
Further down, a doorway opens to either side of the corridor, while at the
far end, there is a hewn-stone staircase leading up to the residential
quarters, wreathed by two final doors to private quarters and the bathing
room.
The door leading to the east opens into an expansive room that seems to
provide both general working space - with long, bare benches and chairs -
and a cozy lounge complete with over-stuffed sofas and a few fuzzy
armchairs. Three tall windows are carved into the stone, and offer air and
light when the heavy wooden shutters are left open, though the lounge area
has to make do mostly with glows. A hearth at the back of the room
provides both heat and basic cooking facilities. The white-washed walls
are bedecked with decoration - from quilts, to tapestries, to wooden
carvings and metal sculptures.
The western door leads into another passage, off of which the main
workrooms have been built. The loading dock is at the northern end,
leading back out into the bowl, with the rest of the rooms leading deeper
and deeper into the wall.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
Edyis F 21 5'4" athletic, brown hair, brown eyes 0s
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Greenhouse Workrooms Residential Quarters Bowl
>-----------------------------------------< 19D 6M 38T I10, summer night >---< It's early evening in the Craft complex work rooms, most already having finished their work for the day. Still one of the rooms houses a solitary occupant, working with a wheel grinder used for grinding up herbs for pigments. Standing a full six feet in height nearby is a frame containing stretched parchment, dried and waiting to be used. It's a somewhat noisy process, even more so given the fact that the former scribe is humming to herself. Looking as though he just woke up, Serin wanders into the complex with clothes that are wrinkled as though he slept in them and he tugs at his shirt tiredly to pull it back down. Weird hours are normal for him, and his pale blue eyes look over the couches and plush seating before heading straight towards them. That is, until the noises from the wheel grinder pick up and he looks towards where Edyis is. "Isn't it too late for all that racket?" He wonders, though it's really not late at all. For the moment, he diverts his path to go see what she's up to. Edyis's dark eyes lift, startled, and she's turning to search for the voice. "Oh, it's you Serin. Master Jeroman said I could use the tools in the workroom, provided I cleaned up after. Don't really get as much free time during the day with drills and such, so if there's a project I want to work on I have to do it in the evening." She admits a little bit sheepishly. "Double checking your equations again or doing a round of observation?" Serin lifts a hand to wave it a bit, "No, no. Nothing like that. I'm just catching up on some sleep." He snags a chair to pull it closer to where she's working, inviting himself to sit nearby to watch even if she hasn't actually invited him to. "What are you going to work on?" He looks and tries to figure it out for himself, but he's no herbalist or a scribe so he appears clueless. There's a growl from his stomach which he looks sheepish. "I might go to the kitchen to grab something, you want anything?" "Oh! I'm sorry, did I wake you?" Edyis wonders, a little sheepish. She adds a few more lumps of what looks like charcoal into the track of the grinder. Using the handles on either side of the wheel to push it back and forth, grinding the stuff down into a fine powder. "A map." She answers with a wry grin. "There are a few different ways to make black ink, but this one is a little easier." There's a sheepish smile for his offer. "If they have some, would you mind horribly snagging a few meat rolls? "Nah. Of course not. The dorms are noisy enough that it's hard to sleep most nights." Serin admits, looking down at the grinder and watching as she grinds the charcoal down with more interest than he initially expected to have. "Must be nice to get your own weyr." He says wistfully, and then takes a few steps back. "Why are you making a map? Wait, hold that thought. I'll be right back." He says, and darts off to the kitchens only to return a few moments later with a couple meat rolls which he offers to her and a piece of fruit for himself. Edyis laughs, "The resident dorms and candidate barracks aren't much better I would imagine. Do you have habitual sleeptalkers?" She wonders wryly, but it's not until he returns that she answers, "There are advantages, but you kind of miss having all those people around too sometimes. But then Akluseth keeps me from feeling too lonely." She admits. When she spots the food her stomach grumbles shamelessly. "Thank you so much, I started earlier than usual and didn't realize how hungry I was. Pausing long enough to wipe her hands free of the dust and pop one of the rolls into her mouth. "It's a gift for a friend, and a way to practice keeping some of the things I learned as a scribe sharp." She tilts her head, "Don't you have things that you do to help keep the things you've learned sharp in your mind?" "Not that I've heard yet, but perhaps." Serin says, flopping himself onto the chair and crossing his legs so he can lean back and get comfortable. Taking a bite out of the fruit he looks at the progress she made, and then back at her. "I don't think I'd miss having others around at all. I need to find me a few riders that don't mind me sleeping in their weyrs." He says with a smirk, and then shrugs since there's really not much he can do about it. Another bite out of the fruit and he considers the question, "I keep my skills pretty sharp as it is. Not like I have a dragon distracting me." He answers with a grin. Edyis snorts, "Doesn't the craft hall have rules about decent behavior for apprentices?" She teases, taking another bite. The hide itself has pencil lines, depicting the whole of Pern, waiting for the darker bolder ink to breathe life into it. "I'd offer but I've only the one bed, and it tends to be occupied." She snorts again, shaking her head as she studies him. "Never had dreams of being one of the heroes in the old harper songs?" "They can't watch me ALL the time." Serin says, with a smirk that only betrays that he's probably as bad as he can be and somehow hasn't managed to get caught. "Occupied just by yourself, I'm guessing. I'm sure it's big enough for two." He teases, and looks appreciative at the map before taking another bite out of his fruit. He stretches a bit, popping a shoulder and shaking his head at her question, "Nope. Do I look like a heroic sort? Happy enough just doing my calculations and looking at the sky, really." "Is that the type I seem to be?" She wonders amused by his thoughts on her bedding situation. "You look like the sort that might have other ideas or dreams beyond the life your mother lived before you." She admits, popping another bite into her mouth. "But then looks are often deceiving." Serin shrugs a little, "Maybe? You have a brown dragon." He makes assumptions, and finishes off the fruit and tosses the center in a nearby garbage can. "I can't make a dragon choose me, so what's the point of wishing it'll happen? I'm pretty content as I am, hopefully I'll get Journeyman soon and get a -lot- more freedom which will make me all the happier." He muses, and then adds, "And a room of my own." He definitely is interested in that aspect. Edyis laughs! "So brown means what? That I'm incurably boring?" She muses brightly, "It is an interesting thought in it own way I suppose." Wiping her hands free before studying the grinding bowl and tipping it over a clay pot, using a brush to guide the powder in. "So what sort of trouble does a Starsmith apprentice get into hm?" "I don't know, I guess I always thought women on browns would be more.. manly?" Serin wonders, though he shrugs his shoulders and adds, "Though you don't look manly. So, maybe I just need to meet more brownriding women." He decides, shifting forward to watch her start grinding again and wiping his hands on his pants. "I'm a senior apprentice, and I get in plenty of situations which could be considered trouble. Didn't you before you had to go through Candidacy and all that?" Edyis smirks, listening as she works. "Thank you... I think," a few new chunks of charcoal are added in, and the stone begins to move. "It's easy to get caught up in stereotypes, I fully confess that I thought the same myself when I impressed him." She glances back at him, thoughtful of the question, "I think I got into more trouble during weyrlinghood. It was just easier not getting caught for things before." She smiles at him, "So tell me oh vague one, what kind of trouble do you get into?" "You thought somehow you'd turn out more manly?" Serin ponders, and then shrugs his shoulders and gets up to go stand beside her to get a better look at what she's doing. You know, intruding on personal space. "I guess it is harder if you have a loud mouthed lifemate or something, or just doesn't know when to keep quiet." He muses, clasping his hands behind his back. "What kind of trouble do you think I get into? I'm curious." "No I thought he should have been green." Edyis snorts, and if the sudden invasion of her personal space makes her uncomfortable, it doesn't show in the steady motion of the stone. "If I knew would I bother asking?" She quips back, dark eyes lifting from her work long enough to focus on him intently. "Is it strange, having a guy in your head all the time?" Serin wonders, keeping his hands clasped behind his back as he watches her grind away. He's doing very well at keeping his hands to himself, and seems just to be wanting to see things from her perspective as he looks over the map from where he stands here. "Boring, you won't even guess. Well, I don't really enjoy pranks. I get in some trouble for being lazy and undisciplined, and some trouble for doing things I shouldn't - like wandering out of some people's private rooms after.. well, I know you get the idea." He shrugs, waiting to see what she'll say. "You're only young once, after all." He says with a broad smirk. "Stranger than you can even imagine," Edyis states with a darkly humored smirk. "I never claimed to be particularly interesting." Are her eyes rolling or is that just a trick of the light, it's a soft chuckle that meets that broad smirk. "I suppose you are old enough and pretty enough to attract that type of attention. Though I never equated that particularly with youth. " "I guess it would be. But, you also have no choice whether he's in there or not now." Serin says lightly, since there really is no avoiding the matter. He rocks a little on his heels, and gives her a joking glare. "Men are handsome, women are pretty. Haven't you ever heard that men that are younger are a lot more energetic than older ones?" He says matter of factly before asking, "How long does it take you to make a map, anyways?" He does reach over in an attempt to ruffle her hair before returning to his seat. Edyis shakes her head even as he manages to muss her hair. "Aren't you a little spitfire." She teases the irony of the discrepancy in their heights not lost on her. "I've heard they tend to have less experience and that things end all too quickly." Jibe for jibe it would seem though her mood remains playful. "This one has been months in the making, there's curing the parchment, then prepping the ink, then the actual drawing portion will probably take me a little while considering that I can't devote myself to this full time." She shrugs, "This one should be done fairly soon though if I can manage to focus and not run into too many distractions." "And definitely the wrong word to use for a guy is 'little'. No points for you." Serin says with a drawn out sigh, tugging another chair close so he can put his feet up on it. "You are right at that! But, they get better - I'd say, around my age so long as they're not a repressed hold kid or weyrling and whatnot." He says with a grin, crossing his feet so he can push the chair he's sitting in back onto two legs. "Am I distracting you? Should I wander off and bother someone else?" He teases, "Got another project lined up after this one?" "Who said I was trying to win points?" Something mischievous sparkling in those ink-dark eyes of hers. "I don't mind the company actually, and no you aren't a distraction." She smiles working the mill, "Not at present. I imagine after graduation I will have other things on my plate. What about you, what do you want to do when you make Journeyman?" "Come now, you have to stroke my ego a little if you want me to help you make sure there's room for two in your bed in your weyr." Serin jokes, rocking a bit on the heels of the chair before bringing it back down to the ground with a thump. "Other things like what? Isn't it just more of the same, but in a wing or something?" He really doesn't pay that much attention to riders, it seems. "Me? I will revel in the freedom of having my own room, and maybe do some teaching or something? I don't know." He shrugs, beyond the private space, he has no clue. "You said that's for a friend, earlier. Some girl or guy you like?" "Oh, but the answer to that question I already know." Her lips are twisting upward at the edges. "The beauty of impressing in an interval is that the possibilities become larger." She snorts, "I fell like you perhaps have a one track mind." She tilts her head, "A girl, Jo." dusting the powder into the pot. once its done, she upends the grinding bowl and takes a brush to it, cleaning it of the charcoal powder. "Oh, do you?" Serin asks, then shrugs his shoulders. "Doesn't hurt to check again, and of course I have a one track mind." He says as he stretches a little, stifling a yawn and lifting a hand to rub at an eye. "Pretty nice gift, especially if it takes so long to make it. I don't think anyone would really fancy a notebook of math problems, so my ability of gift making is pretty limited. I'm no artist, or otherwise crafty." "Mm, you have a point, and I think I've just the man in mind for the job." Securing the lid to the little pot and putting the grinder away where it belongs. "I'm hoping she likes it. It's not always the gift, but the thought behind the gift that is important." She stretches to loosen the stiff muscles. "Personally I love the look on someone's face when you manage to get everything just right." "I'm sure you do." Serin says, pushing the chair out from under his feet so he can place his feet back on the floor. Another yawn is stifled, and he stretches again. "Thought I slept enough, but apparently not." He muses, and nods at her. "I think she'll love it, with how much time and effort you've put into it - it'd be dreadful if she didn't. You can cry on my shoulder if she hates it." He says, and scrunches his nose a little. "Buying gifts is about all I ever manage to get around to. It's nice, but not quite the same." "Come on, it's to bed with you." She states at the yawn. "I appreciate the thought." She adds of crying on his shoulder. "I buy gifts too, but I still like that feeling that you get when you've made something with your own two hands. something that makes your efforts tangible and real you know?" Serin narrows his eyes at Edyis, perhaps for being told what to do. "What are you, my mother?" He prods, but it doesn't seem to stop him from assenting and getting up to likely wander back towards the dorms shortly. "Even if I were to write something, I'd still have to ask a Harper for help with the words. It's nice that you have a giftable talent though." He says, and thumbs off towards the dorms. "I guess I'll head back to get some sleep. Have a good night." Edyis herself doesn't seem too far after, settling the pot into a bag and getting the frame ready to go. "No, but if you fall asleep in here you will wake up with an inked on mustache, possibly an eyepatch or other less civil doodles." She smiles. "Good night Serin." Making her own way out eventually. |
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