Logs:Nightime Unpleasantness
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| RL Date: 1 September, 2014 |
| Who: Edyis, Jadzia |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jadzia and Edyis meet. It makes for terrible first impressions. |
| Where: Nighthearth, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 4, Month 9, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: The weather today is very pleasant. A few clouds chase each other across the mostly clear skies, and a soft breeze picks up in the afternoon to make for a fine day. |
| OOC Notes: As usual, feel free to edit anything I may have missed or forgotten. |
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| Autumn's first chill is beginning to settle about High Reaches, skybroom beginning it's annual change in hue. Most of the residents are taking to catch the last days of good weather before winter comes in force, but there are some who still bring their work indoors. The nighthearth is mostly quiet, filled with the usual smells of klah and the woody smoke of the fire. One of the residents takes up her usual place by the fire, the stack of books next to the over stuffed chair probably rather telling. The scratch of chalk against slate intermingling with the sounds of low toned conversations and the fire's crackle as Edyis works silently. Occasionally dark eyes lift to scan the room for persons of interest. When Jadzia breezes into the cavern, it's without much consideration for anyone that's already here. Fortunately she's not doing anything terribly inconsiderate except mumbling to herself as she heads for the klah. She could be doing so much worse. Once she has herself a mug, it's time to find somewhere to take it so she can pull her flask out of wherever she'd had it hidden and pour what seems like most of its contents into whatever space is left above the klah. But, hey! Once she can take a drink, she's not talking to herself anymore. Maybe it's the knot at the woman's shoulder, maybe its just that she's seen the weyrling before while sitting in on dragon healing classes and lessons. Whatever the reason may be it is with keen interest that dark eyes follow Jadzia's movements, "Training already that rough that it has you running for the liquor?" Lightness in the scribe's tone suggesting a joke, as the scratching sounds stop altogether. "What do you mean already?" snorts Jadzia without bothering to look over at the source of the voice while she settles in, pulling her feet up into her seat, knees tucked toward her chest. "They're over four months old now. Already passed a while ago, I can assure you." The blonde takes a drink, closing her eyes and sighing like it's the best thing she's tasted all day. "Congratulations then on being out of the worst of it." Peering over the side of her chair, "So what did you do, before?" Dark eyes sparkling with curiosity. "You are - Jazida right? I don't think we've been officially introduced before." "Nosy much? What's it to you?" Jadzia finally glances over at Edyis to give the girl a look that suggests she's not in the habit of answering personal questions from strangers. And she doesn't seem much happier that the girl knows her name. But, being just one weyrling out of around a dozen, she's probably gotten more used to people she doesn't know recognizing her. "Who are you?" "Edyis." The scribe answers, "I have seen you in a few of the classes." As for matters of what is and isn't her business she just shrugs. "People are interesting to me, never know when they'll surprise you." She tilts her head thoughtfully. "Besides I think you are the only one left that I still have to do the recordkeeping on. Dragon color notations, measurements and the like." "People are interesting to everyone." Except maybe Edyis to Jadzia. "Doesn't make you special to think they are." The weyrling takes another drink, closing her eyes and sinking back into her chair, relaxed despite her surliness. "Don't see the point of measuring a dragon that's not full grown. Unless you're making straps for him." Which, you know, she's not. "Recordkeeping." Is all she bothers for with an explanation, and if she senses irritation from the weyrling, it's not going to stop her. "Never thought it made me special, obnoxious perhaps, certainly not special." But it is in her nature to poke and prod and ask questions, so it's what she does. "Color notations have to be done early on, so any natural grey spots can be noted so the healers have a baseline of what to expect in them." Weyrlings she must mean. Carrying on regardless if the other woman is interested or not. It's a bad explanation, judging by Jadzia's expression. "I know what my dragon looks like. Naturally." "Healers don't, you get knocked out, or seriously hurt and they are flying blind." It's happened more frequently than her tone would suggest. "So they take a baseline." Vague explanatory gestures accompany this. "It's not for you it's for the healers." She sighs collecting her paperwork. "At any rate it was nice meeting you." "Mmhmm," says Jadzia like she totally believes everything that Edyis is saying right now. Except not. "Seems like that's something the healers should be doing, then. Not some... record keeper." She takes another drink of her klah, watching, then offers, "Sure." She probably doesn't believe that it was nice meeting her, either. |
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