Logs:Not to be envied
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| RL Date: 12 June, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, R'hin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Innocence, omniscience, and making friends are discussed. |
| Where: Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: 19D 13M 37T I10, winter night |
| Weather: Steady, today's snowfall sticks, creating dunes on the bowl floor. |
| Mentions: Maxie/Mentions, Z'kiel/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to edit, correct, and alter away! |
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>---< Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr(#555RJ) >----------------------------------<
The Snowasis is rarely quiet, and even then, the high-ceilinged former
weyr is kept from echoing by the fantastical booths tucked into its
convoluted perimeter. The secluded seating spaces have been shaped from
the truncated stalagmites that escaped the smoothing of the main floor,
and are both softened and separated by colorful hangings that are thick
and opaque enough to make each corner its own private nook.
Some of the smaller stalactites still roam the ceiling, their jagged teeth
tracing a bumpy, inverted spine to the hearth. There, a thick rug with a
low klah table and comfortable armchairs and couches sit, their upholstery
and cushions changed sporadically to match the season: bright, light
colors in the summer, fresh greens and yellows in the spring, warm
autumnals in fall, and clear, rich hues for winter. Small tables litter
the rest of the cavern, enough to fit up to four people each, while stools
stand along the smooth wooden bar behind which is the passthrough window
to the kitchen. Glass-paneled cabinetry behind the bar provides a clear
view of the available liquors, the many colors reflecting the soft light
of glows tucked into strategic niches around the cavern.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
Edyis F 20 5'4" athletic, brown hair, brown eyes 0s
R'hin M 53 6'1 lean, sandy hair, pale blue eyes 3m
>----------------------------------------< 19D 13M 37T I10, winter night >---< The Snowasis overflows tonight with raucous laughter and people looking to relax after a cold day. Edyis herself is seated with a handful of weyrlings, looking to be near the end of their drinks. "A whole hour earlier, I mean Quinlys is a task master but what is with these choices for wingleader," Maxie mutters over the last of her beer. Earning a firm nod from her wiry looking male counterpart, who despite rigorous training seems to look still underfed. "It isn't that bad, the month will end soon enough and it will be on to the next. At least he's competent?" Edyis offers in counterpoint. A booth towards the back is host to a smattering of riders, not wholly Savannah, and not wholly Reachian, either. Whichever Weyr they belong to, their knots don't account for it, and their dialect can't be discerned through low-voiced conversation. The group as a whole seems to stand when the visitors make to depart, an easy exchange of handshakes and shoulder-slaps bespeaking familiarity, leaving R'hin and Bristia in their wake for a quiet discussion. While R'hin may have noticed the group of weyrlings, he doesn't seem apt to interrupt them, even when Bristia, after draining her glass, departs down the back stairs; the Wingleader instead slouching comfortably into the booth, fingers held loosely around his glass as his attention wanders across the other occupants of the bar. 'Competent' earns an eye roll from the boy. and Maxie just sighs. "Best turn in, before we get run to death tomorrow." Which has Edyis chuckling, "I think I will stick around a little bit longer, you two have a good night." Watching as the pair departs with friendly farewells into the drifting snow outside. With a sigh, she eyes her empty mug speculatively. And R'hin, ever patient, seems to be waiting for Edyis, pale, amused gaze passing over the weyrling. Or, perhaps just as likely, he's just waiting in general, leaning forward momentarily to tap what remains of the bottle of wine on the table in his booth. Maybe it's the taping of the bottle, or maybe she's only just now noticed the Savannah wingleader. Whichever the case, she slips out of her seat to join R'hin at his table. "Good evening," She chirps in greeting. "Mind some company?" "Depends," said Wingleader replies with some amusement, "On the mood of said company." And yet with barely a pause after, R'hin appears to gesture in invitation. If he intends for the bottle to be shared, there's no visible invitation towards it, the bronzerider instead leaning back to regard her. "Making friends?" is asked with a quirk of brows. "Can't comment on mood, but I would like to think that at least the attitude of said company has improved." Edyis laughs lightly, offering in a stage whisper; "I heard that studying in bars is not the habit of a social person. However learning to be social seems to be a matter of practice and not education." She makes no move to the wine, instead propping her chin on her hand. "I'm not terribly good at it." "Has it?" comes the easy response from R'hin, along with thoughtful, evaluating gaze. "In what way?" A slight rumble of a chuckle follows, and then: "No, you are not," he agrees, easily. "Best you be the judge. It could be a hoax." She smiles, glancing back to the bar. "I'm sorry." She adds more quietly after, though for what exactly she doesn't seem intent on explaining. His addition earns a soft snort and a smile. "How have you been?" "I hardly know what I'm judging," R'hin says, with a low-throated chuckle, "Nor am I apt to be the best judge of such things." Her question sees him wave his hand dismissively, as if he finds the question unimportant. "I'm far more interested in the evolution of Edyis." Edyis snorts, "That I can recall, you've never steered me wrong before." She murmurs of his judgment but seems dismissive of the word evolution. "I don't know that I would call it evolution or particularly interesting at that. Feels more like the opposite." She lifts a shoulder, "Starting over at square one, with no more sense than when I first started." Edyis adds after a beat, "Probably less sense than when I started." There's a twitch of lips from R'hin that bespeaks momentarily surprise. "Pure luck -- though," with a gesture towards the Weyr-at-large, as he leans closer to murmur, "Just quietly, I prefer to claim it's omniscience." Her words earn a thoughtful regard, before the Wingleader says, "And yet, is not a newborn babe to be envied? Innocent of prejudice, of the weight of memory and duty. A change to start anew is a chance many yearn for. Do you?" "A mix somewhere between might be preferable." She murmurs of innocence. "But I imagine that starting over wouldn't be so bad as I once thought it might be. Keep the painfully learned lessons, but not have the stigma of them following." Ink dark eyes study R'hin at that moment, before lifting a shoulder. "I am starting to think you are just very good at not looking surprised." She chuckles darkly. "Dragons... help with that." With innocence? Starting over? R'hin isn't precisely clear, deliberately so. "Mm. Well, if that is your thought, do keep it to yourself. It... helps my reputation." "Not to worry, I won't tell a soul." She murmurs in mock solemnity. the corner of her mouth is twitching just enough to wreck it. "I suppose they do. Did you ever feel like you no longer knew what you wanted after impression? Or were you always so ... you." She grins. "I was forever cursed with knowing what the future held for me. What needed to be done." Despite the familiar amusement that often accompanies his voice, there's something solemn in R'hin's pale gaze. Soon after, he drains the remainder of his glass. Edyis studies him in silence for a long time, "Once I might have said I envied you for that. Childish hero worship perhaps." Still there's something softer in her expression, that faint touch of worry creasing her brow, but gone just as quickly. "Do you think you would have been happier not knowing?" She wonders so softly it is barely audible. Her eyes dropping to her empty glass. "It is in no way a thing to be envied," R'hin replies adroitly enough that it might seem sharp, the evenness of his expression doing little to dispel that. Her latter query earns a low-throated chuckle. "I have never enjoyed ignorance. I cannot imagine I would have in another lifetime." And that, it seems, answers that, pushing his empty glass across the table as he moves to stand. Edyis merely nods softly, unsurprised by the sharpness, "No, I don't suppose it is." Glancing up as he stands, smiling oddly at the last. "Goodnight R'hin." R'hin doesn't bid her farewell, but that, too, isn't unusual either -- the bronzerider slipping off down the back stairs of the Snowasis. |
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