Logs:Nice Weather
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| RL Date: 27 January, 2013 |
| Who: Brieli, Vienne |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Brieli and Vienne (and Oswinth) take in some autumn sun on the shore, and discuss boots and the Situation. |
| Where: Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 28, Month 11, Turn 30 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: A lovely, cloudless sky offers warm sunshine during the day, though the weather turns distinctly chilly after dark. |
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| Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr The rest of the bowl may be barren, grass barely surviving at best, but here by the lake, it's brilliantly green in the warmer months: thickening and thriving in the silty, boulder-dotted soil just before it transitions to soft sand and thence to the cool, clear water itself. A large freshwater lake fed by a low waterfall, it not only provides warm-weather bathing space for humans and dragons, but has one end fenced off as a watering hole for the livestock in the feeding grounds. The water there is often muddier than the rest of the clear lake, whose shallows drop off abruptly several yards out into deep water, and whose edge undulates against the coarse-hewn bowl wall: here close enough to just be bramble-covered rocks, there far enough away that a narrow land bridge divides the main lake from a smallish pond. Between are several rocky outcroppings that form excellent makeshift diving points, though only one -- across the bridge -- has a set of narrow, slippery, quite possibly tempting stairs. No rain! It's amazing. No clouds, no rain, no mud, nothing to make High Reaches gray and miserable. It makes the shore a popular spot, even in mid-morning; there's some nannies herding a group of children away from the water, folk strolling and chatting, a circle of seamstresses taking work and gossip outdoors. It's the last that Brieli is just starting away from, with a quick, wide grin - though when she turns away from the women, the goldrider wears a faint frown. Iesaryth might be spotted out amongst the dragons swimming, only her head surfacing now and again. No rain, no clouds, does that mean... Could it be? Sun? While Oswinth is not enjoying a swim on this comparatively nice day, he and Vienne are settled on the shore. The blue's talons idly rake through the stones as he lays just a few feet from the water's edge with his rider leaned against his side, her hands in her jacket pockets. They appear to be having some of conversation; Vienne cracks a smile at nothing apparent -- it's only afterward that her gaze shifts from the shine on the water to the groups of people spotted along the shoreline. And among them, Brieli. Vienne pulls a hand from her pocket to wave and straightens from Oswinth's side, it's not an overt invitation, but if the goldrider isn't in a hurry to be off, it might be enough of one. So sad that sun is in such scarce supply that people hurry out to greet it before the snow comes... but there it is. Brieli's attention has shifted to the lake, if only to check on Iesaryth - not that she really needs to, but sometimes visual confirmations are reassuring - so it's easy enough to pick out Vienne and Oswinth with her sharp gaze, once the bluerider's waved a greeting. Not in any hurry to be off, nor in any hurry to make her way over, she lifts her own hand in salute as she approaches, not speaking until she's in conversational range. "Both enjoying the 'nice' weather?" She even provides air quotes with her fingers. Considering that Vienne is still pretty well bundled -- with her jacket buttoned and a scarf about her neck -- it's say to say that the wry grin she has in response fully appreciates those air quotes. "I didn't realize how much I was missing the sun," she replies, eyes sweeping up to the clear sky. "How are you?" She doesn't really put any special emphasis on it, but still, the lack of slur between those commonly spoken words seems to ask honestly rather than just rambling out the perfunctory small talk. Brieli's jacket is open, and she's wearing a scarf as well, cherry red, but it seems to be merely decorative. Maybe the whole 'acclimatization' thing is true? One can hope. Likewise glancing skyward with a wry twist of lips, "From around now till the winter's over... It's difficult. I don't much like the amount of snow we get, but it's better to get outside some at least. I avoid what I can." At least she's not trying to convince Vienne that winter will be fun, yay! As her focus comes back down to earth, and the bluerider, she shrugs. "I am trying not to consider what might have happened and deal with what has. So... about as well as that goes." A pause, then faintly amused, "Yourself?" "I'm not exactly looking forward to it," Vienne admits, the cast of her glance clearly imagining the scene before them, covered in white. "But it'll be new. Different." Which seems to have some appeal. "I've been trying to prepare but... it's a lot." And just in case that sounds like mental preparation or even acclimatizing, she tacks on. "A lot of stuff." She smiles at Brieli, since anyone with a cherry red scarf worn as an accessory is likely to be able to understand the nature of such material woes. And it's a smile that morphs readily into commiseration over the urge to look back instead of forward, the effort to overcome it. As for her, she lets out a short laugh. "It's an interesting time to try settling in. But I can't really say I'm all that surprised. Not about recent changes in particular just..." The reputation of High Reaches doesn't exactly scream 'quiet routine'. "It's not so bad, at first. It just wears after a time, and when the melt comes, everyone's sick of being inside. I very much hope that the fist fights are done by then, otherwise..." Brieli shudders inwardly for that thought before glancing around to find a rock to perch on, so she's not just looming over Vienne. Crossing arms to rest on her knees, she's sympathetic for needing a lot of stuff. "I'm always a bit paranoid about winter, about running out. So stores are usually well-stocked, but not particularly attractive. I had a hideous coat when I first moved here. Just... black and huge and awful." She wrinkles her nose in remembrance, ew. Grinning for the laugh, "It figures, doesn't it. It's the sort of thing where you have to laugh, because the alternative isn't very productive. At least... At least the dragons get along." It's something. "Mm, there were some boots..." In the stores, presumably. "I thought maybe I could find better but, I should probably go back and get them before some else does. Ugly boots are better than..." Vienne looks down at her own shoes, boots yes, but not the kind that are all warm and grippy and made for snow. She lets her shoulders rise and fall in a shrug. Oh, the woes of preferring to wear nice things. It also lets the subject fall by the wayside, so she can offer her own positive spin. "And you and Azaylia. I still haven't really met her, but the way you talk about her..." Her smile seems almost impressed. Anyway, the point is: "You still have each other." With a quirk of her lips, "Better than wet feet and sliding around? Probably. It still doesn't make you feel much better about it. That coat was better than being cold, but I still didn't like wearing it." Brieli looks at Vienne's feet, her shoes speculatively, then her own; regretfully, "I suppose my feet are a bit bigger. I have a lot of boots. I like them." The last might have a defensive note, not that it's meant for the bluerider. And the positive spin is appreciated, it seems, by her brief shadow of a smile. "You'll like her. Everyone does. She's too nice. And I suppose we do, not that there won't be attempts to split us." Positivity: wasted on the goldrider. There's no need for Brieli to be defensive; Vienne gives an agreeable nod when the goldrider makes this roundabout claim of having good taste and the bluerider gives her no reason to think otherwise. "I do have small feet," she confirms with a sorry press of her lips. And maybe it's all the talk of shoes, or just standing around in the brisk air, but Vienne starts to shift, little steps and stretches designed to get the blood flowing down to those extremities again. It stops, though, when she offers her next opinion. "I haven't been here long and I don't know many people, but it seems, to me, that the Weyr isn't quite as bothered by a partnership between you and Azaylia." Not as bothered as by other things... Brieli does seem to have a lot of clothes in general. Maybe she's developed a shopping problem. While her mind is on her boots, she inspects the pair she's wearing now, leaning over to rub a smudge off the toe with her thumb. "I think if you're tall, your feet are bigger simply for balance. It was harder to find boots in stores." Even ugly ones, presumably. Glancing up to Vienne at that next, motions slowing, she nods, dark eyes serious - seeming to consider that and her words both before replying. "We've been working together since Iolene passed. We bring different things to it, I suppose. And that's the thing, really. Everything has been reasonable with us in charge, and we still are. The... other details can be figured out." Though she's frowning now, as if some of the 'details' piss her off by just existing. "It might all be different if," she hesitates here, uncertain what to call those two people who are not quite Weyrleaders but are maybe supposed to be, in some variation where the color of their dragons doesn't matter. In the end, she opts for a detour around it. "If everyone," all four of them, "got along as the two of you do. And I suppose that could be considered a 'what if' scenerio that you're not supposed to dwell on but - Yes, I'm getting to that," Vienne says over her shoulder, to Oswinth who has apparently been paying attention, at least partially, and has had some input. Vienne refocuses her attention on the goldrider: "But it could also be helpful in figuring out how to go forward. If you can figure out why certain changes could have made all the difference, it might say something about the options in front of you." A little hand pulls from her pocket swiftly, palm out to waylay certain assumptions before they can be made. "Just... a method of problem solving. Whatever the problems might be." There's a wry curve to her smile, a laugh that follows. "I just got here." So this is all just theoretical for her. Well, if they're going there; "It would have been different if Vhaeryth had caught." Brieli's tone is as sour as her expression, but well - can you blame her? Really? But she's quick to school it away, adding, "But it might not have been better in some ways." She sighs, straightens to run fingers through her dark curls, toss them back over her shoulders with a headshake and a blink. Here and now. "I think there's only one impediment to things going smoothly, honestly. But some of our sensibilities have to be considered. 'Fairness'." Matching Vienne's wry smile, "That doesn't mean your perspective is any less valuable. It might be more so, being outside the situation. As unbiased as a person can be. And I'll consider that, the changes. I usually just look at the possibilities." "I think, in your position, there's rarely an ideal option that will make everyone happy." So no, a scenerio where Vhaeryth won probably wouldn't have ended up all sunshine and butterflies, either. And in the time that Brieli deals with her frustration, fixing her expression and hair and focus, Vienne presses her lips together, mulling what pieces of the puzzle there are to analyze. "If the Weyr really is comfortable with you and Azaylia working together, maybe that's not a part of the equation that needs to be solved. One less thing to worry about, at least. I don't know if it's really something you're trying to sort out anyway." And she's not asking. Because it's not her business. She just leans her shoulders back against Oswinth, her legs straight and boots together. With a grin she adds, "My unbiased opinion is that flights aren't all that fair to begin with." "If only." Not that Brieli seems particularly interested in making everyone happy, but it would make her life easier. Her attention shifts out to the lake where Iesaryth is still swimming around, but given her affinity for water, it's perhaps not a surprise. Vienne's suggestion has her quite thoughtful for some reason, fine brows drawn together; she rests an elbow on her knee, chin in hand. And she'll answer, anyway: "We're not, for the moment. So there is that." Her tone wonders, though... The unbiased opinion draws both a laugh and her gaze back to the other woman. Grinning back, "It does all seem a bit... random for the fate of hundreds of people, yes? The wind changes, and..." A shrug. "Maybe part of the reason people accept it is just so that no one has to take the blame for something not being fair," Vienne muses, her tone once again sounding more philosophical than anything else, no real handle on who would be taking blame in this scenerio or who would cry foul. But then her attention draws back from the ether of theory, to the goldrider on her rock with her legs drawn up. Vienne smiles widely, maybe a little abashed. "You're probably so sick of talking about this. Dying to have someone come up and say something mundane and meanwhile everyone is all full of prying questions and unrequested opinions." And to offer an easy out: "I do like your shoes. I feel like I need a heel otherwise someone will mistake me for a child." Wryly, "Maybe. Maybe it's easier than actually making a decision, taking some control of your life. So many people seem so willing to let other people mark their path. It's sad." It's not said in a 'sad' tone, more of a derisive one, as if Brieli can't imagine it, can't respect it. Shaking her head slowly, her dark gaze scanning the shoreline as if to pick those people out, she has her own slight smile for Vienne. "It's all right. As I said, I enjoy the perspective. Different perspectives. It's always scared people here, but... I like things to think about. Iesaryth needs things to think about." Though she does unbend one long leg for closer boot inspection. "No one will mistake you for a child. And heels make noise. No sneaking up on anyone." It's hard to tell if she's serious or not. "I like to have my presence announced, so I don't get stepped on," Vienne returns dryly with a wave of her hand that says sneaking isn't high on her list of priorities. But then, she is probably joking about the being-stepped-on bit, so the seriousness of not-sneaking might be called into question, particularly since she breaks into a teasing grin afterwards. It's all a light aside, though, since the bluerider does cant her head as a question comes to her mind. "It scares people that you think about things? Or is it that you entertain different perspectives?" Reaching out with that boot, Brieli mimes stomping on Vienne, just about a foot short for actually doing so. Her expression is completely serious, but dark eyes are bright. Dropping her boot back down to the beach, she allows some more seriousness to the subject of footwear. "There's tanners that ought to be able to do up a decent pair, if it's a priority." As for the question, she clarifies, hands on her thighs as she stands slowly, "Entertaining different perspectives at all scares people. It's partially why a Weyrwoman died, or why people were glad for it, at the very least. And here I am with awful conversation again. My apologies, Vienne. I should go, but next time, we'll get a drink and I'll try to be pleasant." With that boot coming, Vienne is quick to back her little feet up a step, though she doesn't actually lift from her lean against Oswinth to do it and once the 'danger' is passed she smiles back up at Brieli. "I have such a list. But maybe I can find someone to borrow a few things from while I try to amass everything I need. It's a good idea." And it was the goldrider's, so there's gratitude in Vienne's grin. Though there isn't much to grin about once she gets to her feet. "Better to know something about those perspectives than be blind-sided by them? Well, better in most cases." Except when it gets you all dead or something. Anyway, the poor transfer is trying to encouraging. She brushes off the apologies with a shake of her head and a sympathetic smile, choosing to focus instead on next time. "I'd like a drink. Something warm." Behind her Oswinth gives a rumble, probably meant to be some kind of goodbye, except it catches somehow and turns into a short hack. Vienne lays her hand against him and tries to smile like that didn't just happen. "I'm certain that a few of your wingmates could be prevailed upon. Especially if they're not from here originally and you look cold enough." Brieli mimes shivering, then flashes a smile, despite the dark little cloud that trails behind her, and the serious subject both. "I quite agree," is all she says to Vienne on that matter. "And there's cider. And some sort of hot chocolate thing with whipped cream. But there's definitely alcohol in both." She offers a little wave to both blue and rider by way of farewell - and hears absolutely nothing as she walks off. However, Iesaryth has a wash of mild concern, and salt-sea breezes may linger near the blue for the rest of the day. |
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Comments on "Logs:Nice Weather"Azaylia (Dragonshy) left a comment on Mon, 28 Jan 2013 10:20:32 GMT.
Brieli's our own dark little cloud.
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