Logs:Of Accords and Liquor
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| RL Date: 1 November, 2012 |
| Who: Brieli, Taikrin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Taikrin asks Brieli to meet her in the Snowasis, ostensibly to ask her to consider joining the self-defense class. There is a mutual feeling-out (100% clothed, of course!) |
| Where: The Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 19, Month 2, Turn 30 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Rumbles and flashes of lightning intersperse between the periodic fall of snow throughout the day. There is humidity in the otherwise cold air. |
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| Loud and abrupt as always, Szadath is suddenly just there, and making his demands. « Taikrin is looking for yours. Here. » It's an image of the Snowasis, clearly from his rider's point of view; she's along, and tucked into a corner booth. Grudgingly, he adds, « If she's free. » (Szadath to Iesaryth) Ocean's tide withdraws into the depths briefly at that abruptness, at demands. Iesaryth is not all that accustomed to either... which means Hraedhyth must take it easy on her sister, now and again. Polite as if those manners could make up for the brown's lack thereof - though with a little spray of frothy foam - « Who is truly free? » That's her rider's thought, by the cadence, but, « She will be along. » (Iesaryth to Szadath) The weather outside is terrible, which means the Snowasis is more busy than usual as Weyr residents huddle together. It must have taken some doing for Taikrin to manage her own booth -- and in the corner no less -- but manage it she has. She's reclined across it, as casual as you please, and idly sipping at a mug of beer while she waits. No matter if weather is good or bad, Brieli is a fairly common fixture in the Snowasis, though certainly not for as long as the brownrider's been. Perhaps it's the crowd that's kept her from the polished bar tonight, or maybe she's got work to do, since goldriders seem to cart around hides as a matter of course. Not tonight, and though she takes her time, she does come in from the cold eventually, tall and dark and swathed in a cherry red scarf that she unwinds on her way to Taikrin's corner. Fine brows arched questioningly. Yes? "Hey, Brieli." Taikrin is all warm geniality, as if the goldrider were an old friend. Her boots flop down to the floor as she takes a slightly less relaxed seat on the bench. There's a faint smell of alcohol on her, but the brownrider seems to be more or less sober tonight. "Glad you had a sec to swing by. Been meaning to have a word with you, but you know--" She gestures helplessly with her free hand. "-- things happen. Having a good night?" "Taikrin," Brieli returns equitably, by way of greeting. She's got an easy smile for the other woman, for all her dark eyes might narrow for a split-second - what's going on here? Once she's got her scarf off, she slides onto the bench, likewise more or less sober, but already looking for the waitstaff. Flicking curls back over her shoulder, she looks back at the brownrider, amused. "Things do indeed happen around here, don't they? And of course. How could I refuse such a request? It's a decent night, but for freezing to death. How are you?" "Oh, you know. Normal. Sharding glad I ain't got sweeps tonight, that's for sure." She sips at her beer, as if seeking the distraction, then muses, "I think this winter ain't quite as cold as last turn's, though." Taikrin leans back and cradles the mug in both hands as she mentions casually, "Speaking of cold-- I noticed you, the other night when we was having our lesson. Reckon it's too cold?" With a purse of her lips, "It all seems cold to me." That might be why Brieli is so quick to hail a passing, harried waitress to put in her order. Unlike her fellow goldrider, all she's interested in is rum - nothing frothy or sweet. Glancing back to Taikrin, she has something close to an apologetic expression. "Yes, and my apologies for that. I hadn't meant to just run off, but it was cold, and Iesaryth was on about something in the weyr. It's a good idea, I think. Frankly, I was surprised Azaylia wasn't... competent at that sort of thing. In weyrlinghood." "No, no, no worries. Though if you feel like joining us, reckon I could try to find someplace warmer to practice? Figured the snow was good, for something soft to fall on, but-- cold, for some of us." That last is clearly a tease, complete with cocked eyebrow. "Azaylia's sort of a surprise to me. Sometimes I think I got it all worked out, but then-- tough girl, but then she don't even know why she might want to know how to protect herself. But she's a good wingmate, way I see it." "It wouldn't hurt. I've a fairly good handle on how to take care of myself, but some ideas never hurt. Especially if you don't want to go stabbing anyone." It's light enough to be a joke, and Brieli's quirking a smile, but an odd one. "And I suppose snow is soft, just wet in the end, cold enough without that." She's not offended by Taikrin - in fact, weirdly at ease with the brownrider's manner. "Too trusting. It's why she's a wonderful person, but sometimes... I wish she'd see things. Like the protection thing. And I imagine she is. I hope... no one in your wing is causing issues?" "Everyone seems to be taking Azaylia in stride. Ain't like we ever had a goldrider in the wing, but she works hard and she holds her own." There's pride in her voice, of one wingmate for another. "Bright girl. She'll catch on. And Hraedhyth seems to have the right of it." Taikrin sips at her beer and takes a moment to eye Brieli appraisingly. "Pegged you for someone who could maybe take care of herself. Still, ain't no harm in practicing with friends, yeah? Good to have sparring partners, if you ain't got one already." Brieli seems relieved for that, relieved she doesn't have to embarrass anyone by sticking her nose into wing business. "That's good. I wasn't sure how it would go, when she first had the idea, but I didn't think there was any particular reason why not, aside from tradition or similar." Rolling her eyes as her glass comes to her, she's quick to pay the waiter, send her on her way. After a sip, as if she didn't notice the appraisal, "Certainly no harm in that. And don't overestimate my abilities. I just had cousins." She's also quick to brush it off, though casual. "Tradition ain't a thing I'm real big on-- maybe you might'a heard a thing or two about it." Taikrin's broad, lopsided grin makes an appearance. "Girl wants to be in a wing? More power to her, way I see it. And there ain't a better wing to pick than Glacier, so." She nods; in Taikrin's head, it's apparently all settled. "But I ain't meaning to bring you here to gossip about Azaylia, I swear. Really just wanted to make sure you knew you're always welcome t'come and practice with us, like. And if you think there's anything in particular what might be good? Might be us in Glacier got a skewed view of what people need to know." With a flash of a smile, "I've heard a few things. I've heard we have a few things in common." Not Crom, not with Brieli sounding so clearly not like someone with mining in her blood, but; "People we distrust. And you're right, there's no reason she shouldn't. There's no reason for people to be as concerned as they've been with ideas like that - after all, they're just ideas." But then, Azaylia's flying in a wing after all, isn't she? And she'll give Taikrin's question due consideration over her glass of rum before, "It depends what you expect people to come up against. These days, in an Interval... who knows." "We do, do we?" Taikrin doesn't sound as surprised as her words might otherwise convey. "Reckon you'll maybe be especially interested in the class, then?" Leaning back in her seat once more, she feigns a relaxed disinterest in her own story. "In my experience, sometimes life is hard and maybe tries to kill you. Best thing a person can do for themselves, then, is be ready to try and kill it right back. Never know when someone might get some fool idea in their head and need you to talk 'em out of it-- with force, if you got to." "I'll be sure to come by next time. I think Azaylia might prefer that anyway." Brieli has a bit of a shrug before another sip, and though she doesn't quite smile at Taikrin's world-weariness, her dark eyes are bright enough. Her expression, however, is sober as she mulls that over before, "I don't know about maybe. I think it definitely tries to kill you, one way or another. And that makes a certain sense. There's lots of ways to convince people of what they need to do. But force is sometimes the quickest, and then speed is of the essence, yes?" She pauses. "I believe that's something our riders should be prepared for. People say things 'never' happen, until they do." There's no hiding the smile that spreads across Taikrin's face; it's one of genuine pleasure, and maybe a little relief. "'Course it's best to work your way out of it, if you can-- but it's easier to talk your way out if you know and they know you ain't gonna be such easy pickings." Taikrin's words of wisdom indeed. She's watching Brieli again, carefully, as she adds, "You know, Weyrwoman Tiriana used to do this sort of thing for us -- making sure people knew how to protect themselves, that sort of thing. Feel like I gotta do my best to make up to you all, poor substitute like I am." Brieli can allow, "I suppose that's true. Confidence helps, one way or the other." She offers up an easy smile in return, though Taikrin's mention of Tiriana has that fade a touch. Careful now, setting her half-empty drink down, "I didn't know her much at all, only of her. I came here just before... everything. It sounds like she certainly knew how to take care of herself." There's a wry note there, a smirk before she finishes the rum. "I'm sure you can do just as well. It's a matter of experience." "Don't reckon I knew her all that well, really, either," Taikrin adds. She's still got that relaxed casualness, but coupled with careful watchfulness. "Know she stood up for me a time or two though, when other people might'a wanted me gone or worse. Gave me a chance." With her drink finally finished off, she sets the tankard carefully down and stretches her arms out. "Aah, me, going on. Nice of you to say, though, if you think maybe I can help. I don't like to see people being taken advantage of, is all-- you know what I mean?" "Interesting. That is something. It's surprising that she wouldn't for-- Well. I wasn't here." So Brieli won't go judging, or so she'll imply. For all that she looks like she's totally the judgmental type. "It's interesting to hear something positive for once." Turning her own empty glass on the table, she tells Taikrin with some little amusement - mostly self-deprecating - "Yes. I know what you mean. So much of our lives is unfair, why not tip the scales where you can?" And over a sigh, "I should go. I promised Iesaryth beach time, and better that happen earlier tomorrow than later. I appreciate the... invitation." Demand. Whatever. As Brieli moves to withdraw, Taikrin leans in with her elbows upon the table. "Like I said, I don't usually hold with the popular opinions on a lot of things. Got a... unique perspective." Her eyebrow raises, emphasizing the crookedness of her grin. "But-- of course, sure she's eager to get gone. Reckon I'll see you around-- maybe at a class next sevenday, if you got time?" And then, just a bit delayed, "You take care, Brieli. Have a good evening." As she wraps her scarf about herself again, "I like perspective. I find it very instructive." Brieli smiles briefly in return before rising, pulling on the scarf-ends. With an easy nod, "I'll find time." It's probably not hard to do, what with assistant headwomen and others to intimidate into doing her work for her. "I'll bring whiskey, just in case. Have a good night, yourself, Taikrin - and my regards to Szadath." She's fast enough through the crowd with her long-legged stride, up onto the patio and into the night. |
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Azaylia (Dragonshy) left a comment on Fri, 02 Nov 2012 19:59:05 GMT.
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...I feel a powerful alliance brewing. ._.;
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