Logs:Of Friendship
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| RL Date: 17 October, 2006 |
| Who: Charis, Imariel, K'nder, M'wen, Melata, R'hin, Shanlee, Tavrie, Wilf |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| When: Day 28, Month 6, Turn 9 (Interval 10) |
| Your location's current time: 18:04 on day 28, month 6, Turn 59, of the Tenth Pass. It is a summer evening. You meander into the tunnel to the living cavern. Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr(#1000RJs) The impressive living cavern is seemingly as large as the bowl that cradles the hatching sands. Rivers of polished wood tables and benches arrow towards a raised platform crowned with a compact version of their sturdy design. Neatly crafted pegs, some fancifully carved, are tapped into holes in the wall and support clothing dangling like lazy sleepers. Woven baskets, both useful and decorative, hang along another wall. Piles of summer fruit give off a shimmer of color and a waft of sweet aromas from their cradling bowls. Hanging sheaves of herbs and spices rustle in the breeze, adding their fragrance as well. Banners worked with the designs of Holds and Halls beholden to the weyr cascade down the walls high above, interspersed with several brilliantly colored tapestries. Drudges move briskly about the room, unlidding plentiful glow baskets to help banish the thickening dusk. The clatter of pots and pans signal the approaching evening meal. Contents: Tavrie Wilf Charis Onyx Shanlee Jemah Large Ale Cask Tray of Bubblies(#6808V$) Firelizard Perch(#5030Jae$) Obvious exits: Kitchen Bowl Lower Caverns M'wen walks in from the tunnel to the bowl. M'wen has arrived. Tavrie happily returns the greetings that come her way as she notes the familiar faces. "Evening, Charis," she notes in passing as Charis goes to refill her glass. Then, the nanny bobs her way over to join Shanlee and company, plopping herself down uncerimoniously at the table and sighing with contentment. "Ahh, life's good!" she informs them before turning to eye Wilf and lifting a brow. "What have we here?" she queries rudely, though in good humor. Once again, her face flashes that maddening grin and her light brown eyes gleam with mischief. Giving Wilf a sly smile she answers Tavrie 'Seemingly an advocate for wandering the wild and crooked path of life". R'hin walks in from the bowl with M'wen, the two chatting amiably as they step into the caverns. The Weyrleader's lips purse at the busy cavern, and he begins leading the way through to the food tables. "I hope it's something other than stew tonight. I should've-- why didn't you remind me to bring the good wine?" he glances over at M'wen, though his tone is wryly humorous rather than recriminating. Charis finishes pouring herself another glass of juice and returns back to the table. She nods in greeting to R'hin and M'wen, "Evening Sirs. Beastcrafts duties." She scoots past them and sits back down at the table she is occupying with the other group. Wilf is bewildered by this fairly rude query and replies gruffly, "Wilf's the name" and nods his head in greeting, she had arrived and sat down so quickly he didn't have a chance to display his customery good manners. Seeing the Weyrleader and M'wen came in from the bowl, Shanlee watches them with interest. Leaning in Tavrie's direction she whispers "He's really quite sweet, you know" and chuckles in Wilf's direction. "I thought you -did- remember it," is M'wen's flippant reply, an easy grin settled onto his face. Eyeing the caverns, a slight start is given at it's busyness, but a few familiar faces are spotted throughout the crowd. Gesturing silently towards the table, the brownrider walks towards it, with or without the Weyrleader. Tavrie cants her head ever so slightly and sizes Wilf up with a quick glance and then bobs her head. "I see," she states rather blandly before looking somewhat smug. Then, she simply begins to eat her meal. As always, the nanny starts with her bread, showing it favoritism. "A wander of the not so straight and narrow, hmm? Well, I suppose there are always those. It could be an interesting enough path," Tavrie claims. Just as she finishes this statement, M'wen and R'hin show up and the girl's face lights up. "Evening, M'wen. I haven't bumped into you for a while," she greets him with familiarity. Then, she turns her head to size up the weyrleader in a bold manner, no shyness tonight. "Good evening, Weyrleader," she offers. A disbeliving snort is R'hin's response to M'wen's comment. "You'll have to settle for something less classy, then." Although he catches the brownrider's gesture with an acknowledging tip of head, the scruffy-haired rider instead heads for the serving tables, pleased by the sight of the roasted ovine, and begins serving up two dishes. Only then does he trail after his companion towards the table, offering M'wen the second plate. "Evening, everyone," he greets, cordial and generic at first, though Tavrie's gaze earns a twitch of lips. "Tavrie, still being corrupted by our youngest weyrwoman, I trust?" A slight frown flits across Shanlee's face at M'wens presence, but is soon replaced with an easy smile directed at the Weyrleader. Inclining her head slightly in respect she greets with "Evening gentleman." eyes sizing the situation up. Wilf seeing how the crowd opened up for the approaching riders realised this was probably the Weyrleader or someone else of importance at High Reaches, he pushes back his chair and stands respectfully, "Good evening Sirs', he offers in greeting. Charis watches the riders with a curious gaze before turning her attention back to the table and her companions. She finishes up her bubblie and pushes the plate back. "So 'ow are ya Tavrie. The littles treatin you alright today?" "Really what you had didn't seem that classy-" M'wen tells R'hin as he returns from the serving tables. He gives a joking duck of an imaginary hit before throwing a grin to the Weyrleader. "I'm sure what they give the rest of these folk is fine for me." The greeting from Tavrie gets a rise out of his brows, looking quite comical and a, "A good evening to you too Ma'am, Thats because of my current line of work, though I regret to say it's more boring then it sounds." He gives a smile to the table before giving a tilt of his head in enquiry for one of the seats. Standing to her feet Shanlee shakes her skirt out and pushes her chair over indicating to Wilf, Charis and Tavrie that they do the same to make room for the Weyrleader and his Wingsecond. "I'm sure we could fit another two chairs in here" she remarks waving a hand at the table,as the men arrive. Tavrie shifts her attention back to her plate for a moment, selecting something to nibble tentatively before replying to R'hin. "Actually, I haven't run into her lately. I would assume that she has been keeping busy. So, I have only myself to blame," she explains with an easy shrug of her shoulders. "I'm feeling run down, really," she then directs in reply to Charis. "The littles are a wild and wreckless bunch lately," the nanny informs her with a groan. Tavrie sips from a steaming mug of klah and lets her eyes close in pleasure for a moment. "The days go by so slowly sometimes," she notes. Then, Tavrie shifts her attention to M'wen and examines him with a thoughtful expression. "Well, hopefully you're still well rested and well fed?" she half states, half asks. When Shanlee recommends adding chairs, Tavrie hurries to move. "That's a good idea," she confirms. Moving his chair over a bit to make room for more seats, Wilf leans back and watches as the R'hin and M'wen seat themselves at the table, noting the jovial banter between them. "Are you kidding? You were there when I bought it," R'hin's affront seems real enough at M'wen's comment, uncerimoniously pushing the extra plate into the brownrider's hands. "You saw how many marks I forked over-- or was the lady of the spires distracting you?" A grateful nod is given to Shanlee as she makes room, inquiring politely, "I haven't met your companions, Shanlee." A nod of head indicates Charis and Wilf, as the Weyrleader's pale eyes settle on one and the other in turn, intent. He pulls over a chair for himself, settling down, throwing Tavrie a quick grin. "Ah, but she moves in mysterious ways, I wouldn't put anything past her. Even third party involvement." It does seem he's being facetious, if the grin is anything to judge from. Realising this to be true Shanlee holds a hand out in Wilf's direction "Wilf, I would like you to meet R'hin, Weyrleader of High Reaches and his companion is M'wen" with a faint humour behind her eyes she continues "R'hin, M'wen, this is Wilf, he's just in from Bitra'. With the introductions over Shanlee seats herself and rearranges her skirt, bangles jingling and regards the three men with more than a little interest. Shanlee shakes her head in amusement at her own oversight, "My manners escape me today" she says ruefully and indicating Charis continues "Charis, meet our new Weyrleader, R'hin and his companion M'wen" a brief pause "I do apologise for my oversight" Standing up again Wilf proffers a hand in greeting first to the Weyrleader R'hin, "Well met sir" and in turn to R'hin, "Well met sir" he says respectfully. He then seats himself again. Charis looks up from her glass of juice and nods in turn to each of the riders, "Well met Weyrleader and rider M'wen. Beastcrafts duties to ya both." She smiles at Shanlee, "Its alright Shanlee. No worries." Travrie sits quietly, watching with keen interest as the formal greetings are carried out. She turns to fix a brown eyed gaze on R'hin and smiles a sweet, yet still dangerous smile. "I suppose that with your "Lady of the Spires", it might be best to think that way," she tells him calmly. Tavrie blows on her klah, letting steam billow off it from the combination of her breath and the heat laced into the drink. "Have there been any more runners birthed lately?" Tavrie directs to Charis now that she's settled. M'wen shrugs at R'hin, not really having noticed, "Well it's not like I bought any, and after all that testing, I wasn't really too interested in how much you were paying for your wine." Looking a bit overwhelmed with all the greetings, he just gives a nod to everyone, ducking his head slightly. Turning to the only person who addressed him directly, he gives a sheepish nod to Tavrie, "Umm, mostly. Though I'm spending a bit more time then I'd like up on the Star Stones." Imariel meanders into the cavern from the lower caverns. Imariel has arrived. "Pleased to meet you both," R'hin says to Charis and Wilf, spearing some of the roasted meat with his fork. "Just passing through, or--?" he has a forkful of food halfway to his mouth when Wilf stands and offers his hand, the Weyrleader's countenance puzzled. Smoothly enough he shifts the fork to his other hand, accepting Wilf's in a firm handshake. "You needn't stand, you know. Although, you ought to, for the goldriders." A quirk of lips probably indicates he's joking, though whether the others will be able to tell is anyone's guess. At M'wen's comment to Tavrie, there's what sounds suspiciously like a muffled chuckle from R'hin's direction, though he's busily bending over his plate. "Nice view up there," he comments, deliberately neutral. Charis blinks a few times at the crowd now around her. She pushes her chair back a bit to give everyone room to sit and be comfortable. She shakes her head, the gray striek falling in front of her eyes, "Not this past sevenday. Got another pregnant one, but will be a bit before da baby comes. Maybe ya can come to da stables an I'll show ya which one." Looking back to R'hin she gives him a half-smile, "Nice ta meet ya too. Was sent 'ere to 'elp out with da beasts for my specialty sir." Wilf says "My father taught me never to sit and offer a greeting no matter to whom and he instilled it 'firmly' in me" he says to M'wen grinning, "I have been here for a few days now, and believe if I can find enough work I'd like to stay"." Tavrie furrows her brow at M'wen as something he says doesn't really settle in. "Hmm," she responds, sounding as if she doesn't want to admit that she doesn't understand. Tavrie eyes the growing crowd and fidgets. "Maybe...could I watch? If I can get away at the right time," she replies hopefully to Charis. "I'd really like that, but I wouldn't want to intrude," is tacked on. Idly tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, Shanlee rises from her seat, excusing herself from the table and walks over to the counter. Klah, was needed and in large supply she realised. Blowing steam off the top of the mug and cautiously sipping at the brew she makes her way back to the table, hips swaying and bells tinkling with each step. Sliding back into the chair next to Wilf, she settles back in the chair her green eyes ever watchful taking in everything, but following recently give advice, keeping her thoughts to herself. Stepping into the living cavern from the direction of the kitchens, Imariel pauses to get an idea of what needs to be done. Apparently there are tables to be cleared of empty mugs and dishes, as well as food to be replaced on the serving tables. Armed with a large basket, she begins systematically moving through the tables, clearing away dishes, dirty utensils and used napkins, wiping the table tops off with a damp cloth. It's a large cavern, but she doesn't seem to mind the work. Once at least half the tables are cleared, she hefts the basket, taking it back to the kitchen. And then she reappears, glancing around and spotting at least one familiar face. Passing near the tall Wilf, she smiles, offering a pleasant, "Hello, Wilf," and nods for others gathered in the vicinity. "Hmm. My wingleader has deemed that my optimal punishment and has sent me there at every available oppurtunity. I -did- like the view the first time, but now it's just getting tedious," M'wen explains to Tavrie, not knowing why he expected others to know what he was talking about. He gives a wry grin to R'hin before leaning his chin on his fist and listening to all the surrounding conversations. Wilf turns to Shanlee and says "quiet aren't we" knowing that she is normally a very chatty girl, perhaps all the people and the arrival of the Weyrleader have over whelmed her. "Hello Immie" Wilf returns the greeting. The talk of birthings doesn't seem to put R'hin off his food at all, taking forkfuls in between words. He cants an eye towards Wilf, nodding, "There's always work to be found. You should speak with the Headwoman, or one of her assistants. Or maybe even Harley." Brow furrows briefly at Charis' comment. "Ah, well, good to have you here." Pointedly, he doesn't inquire as to her speciality. M'wen's explanation is quickly followed by his own, "His Wingleader believes strongly in the ability of pointless punishments to reform the rebellious streak." Something in his tone suggests he believes otherwise. He offers Marie a distracted nod of greeting, spearing some of the tubers. Arching an eyebrow in Wilf's direction, Shanlee gives him a long contemplative look before answering "Sometimes observation is best served through silence" and her eyes shadow as they sweep the table. The smile extends to those gathered nearby, and Immie takes note of those she doesn't know. "Could I get anything for anyone?" she offers, perhaps loitering there for a few minutes before moving on to other work. "More klah, or something from the serving table?" She returns the nod of greeting from R'hin, then her eyes widen slightly as she sees his knot. "Sir," she says, bobbing a shallow curtsey to the Weyrleader. Charis nods politely to Imariel, lifting her glass and plate in her hands. She addresses Tavrie, "You won't be intrudin. Its a great experience. I'll let ya know." She glances around at the rest of the group before taking her things to the dispensers for dishes. Coming back to the table she speaks to Shanlee, Tavrie and Wilf, "Nice ta see ya all 'gain. I should be going." She then looks to the riders, "Nice ta meet ya. 'ave a nice evenin." Tavrie nods at M'wen, though her face still shows thoughtfulness. "I see. I hope I didn't get you in any trouble with her," she notes dolefully. Tavrie hrms softly as R'hin adds his own explanation. "You have all the luck, M'wen," she tell him with a more serene smile and a soft look to her usually rather wild expression. "Thanks, Charis. It would make my day to see something like that," the nanny offers her appreciatively. Tavrie finishes up a few more bites from her play and then tucks a few things into the pockets of her long, loose skirt. "I'd better get back, I have duty a little longer tonight," Tavrie comments with a sigh. The plastered jester-like grain has faded now, and the young woman looks tired. "Good evening to all of you," she tells them, smiling around the group but lingering for a moment on M'wen. Then, she gathers her things to help ease Imariel's load and heads off. Charis wanders outside to the bowl. Charis has left. Shanlee raises her eyes to her friend as she leaves and nods "I hope we can meet again soon Charis" looking surprised as Tavrie heads off too, Shanlee smiles "Bye Tavrie, I'm sure we'll bump into each other again" "I can take those for you," Imariel offers, having another basket much like the first she carried, and nods in return to Charis. "It's no trouble, and that's part of my duties, after all." Her smile is friendly enough, and she pulls out her cloth to wipe down the table across from the one where everyone seems to be gathered. It's rather obvious she's listening to the conversations, and perhaps trying to put names to faces. Or, maybe just trying to familiarize herself with who and what people are here. A few more dishes are added to the basket, and then the girl leans down to pick up some bread dropped on the floor. As for Shanlee's comment to Wilf, she nods. "Not meaning to interrupt, but sometimes it's just good to listen. You learn more that way, so I've discovered." K'nder strolls in from the tunnel to the bowl. K'nder has arrived. "I'm fine thanks. Unless you don't mind a trip to go get my bottle of-- nevermind." R'hin's response to Imariel is facetious, and seemingly half directed at M'wen. "I'd have to share it, then. And some people here," an accusing fork is pointed at the brownrider, "Just don't appreciate class." He wiggles fingers after Charis and Tavrie, swallowing a mouthful of food before cheerfully saying, "Night." K'nder wanders in from the bowl and strolls over to the drinks table, nodding to some of the riders as he passes. Seeing the greenrider stride in from the bowl, Shanlee's eye light up, now there was a friendly face she was happy to see. Turning her attention back to the exchange between R'hin and M'wen she chuckles at their verbal sparing. K'nder stops to exchange a few words with his wingmates before spotting Shanlee in the crowd, giving her a smile and a nod before continuing the low conversation. M'wen crosses his arms across his chest, knowing R'hin well enough to see the jest, but following along anyways. "That's why I'm friends with you right?" Is the flippant reply, eating some of the food on his plate. "Fetch what bottle, sir?" Imariel asks, willing to run the errand, if need be. "I don't mind --oh." It's then she seems to realize the Weyrleader wasn't quite serious, and a touch of color stains her cheeks. "Well, sir, I'm still willing to fetch what you wish, if I can find it. I'm still learning my way around the weyr, being new and all." There's a faint hint of nervousness about her, now that she's recognized the man, and knows his rank. "There's so much to learn." But she goes back to cleaning the one table, even if she does cast glances back at the riders every now and then. Wilf sits and watches quietly, as the two riders pass remarks back and forth, he can see that they have a good friendly relationship, as he sees yet another rider approaching. Looking from one to the other Shanlee comes out of silent reverie to remark "Sounds like that would be a case of friends with benefits right M'wen?" "Well, there has to be a reason. I haven't figured it out yet." There's a definite glint of amusement in R'hin's eyes as he casts a glance at M'wen, one corner of his lips twitching upwards. An easy laugh is given, and he waves Imariel down into one of the chairs recently vacated. "I'm not sending you off to fetch," he chastises mildly, "Especially not since you'd have to navigate past Leiventh and Lhiannonth." He's mostly finished with his meal, and pushes the plate to one side, leaning back. "Really, I have no clue either, so it's probably better that we don't dwell on it." M'wen replies to R'hin, just finishing up his food. "That couldhave disasterous results." He spares a glance at Shanlee, but doesn't say anything, instead returning to look at the table in front of him, a faint smile playing across his lips. Wilf smiles at Shanlee "got something to say at last I see" he remarks, he turns to R'hin "I have spoken to the headwoman and she has assured me of some work thanks" When the Weyrleader waves you into a chair, you sit. Or, at least that's how Imariel interprets the gesture. "That would be your dragon and ... someone else's, yes?" she queries, not certain of the names. The "th" ending is a big clue, and that she understands. "Forgive my ignorance, sir, but I've not been at High Reaches long enough to remember each and every name I've heard. There are so many of you all, and the dragons, as well." To the others, she smiles and offers, "I'm Imariel," she adds by way of introduction. "Most people just call me Immie, though, like Wilf did." Shanlee catches his glance and asks M'wen innocently 'Catch many fish at the pond today?' a smile curling her lips slightly, her eyes holding an almost challenging look in them. Acknowledging Wilf's comment she answers 'I've been trying to follow some recently given advice and found it not according to my nature' Wilf says "Advice" Wilf looks at her questionly, "who would give such silly advice, to be quiet, that's certainly not in your nature"." "Deal," R'hin agrees obligingly with M'wen. "It can go with all the other things we shall never speak of again." The grin lingers as gaze shifts to Imariel, speculative. "Lhiannonth is Weyrwoman Josilina's," he supplies, "You'll remember it soon enough. She's due to clutch soon and that'll be all anyone will talk about for a while. Unfortunately." A beat, and the smile widens, "R'hin. Passing through, or staying for a while?" He nods to Wilf, seemingly pleased, running a hand through his hair. Wilf says "Staying for a while, R'hin" Wilf says thinking to himself in all the hustle bustle, the Weyr leader must have forgotten that he had already asked that question." K'nder sits at the table with his wingmates and chats with them for a few more minutes, before they get up and head out to the bowl, leaving the greenrider alone at the table. He catches someone glancing his way, and chuckles softly - nodding in recognition again. Shanlee says "Perhaps not in my nature, but it's always good to try out new things, wouldn't you agree?" Shanlee answers her eyes glint with amusement "How will one know, if it works for them or not otherwise?" and she idly runs a long finger around the rim of her mug." M'wen gives a searching look to shanlee before shrugging and leaning back slightly in his chair, idly looking at the roof of the caverns, his head slowly tilting back and forth to some unknown beat. Melata strides in from the tunnel to the bowl. Melata has arrived. "I'm pleased to meet you, sir, and I'm staying indefinitely," Immie replies. "My Aunt Sarie's a cook here, and she asked me to come help out while one of the girls has a baby. Mother said it would be good experience for me, and so I came." She glances at the Weyrleader, and nods. "I'll remember, sir. I'm fairly good with names and faces." There's a pause. "A clutch? Oh, I hope I'm still here for the Hatching. I've never seen one before, only heard about them second-hand from some of the folks at the hold." There's more than a hint of excitement in the girl. Oh, she is /so/ new to weyrlife. Melata comes in from the bowl, smelling a bit like firestone from the evening practice with one of Avalanche's subwings. Wilf stares at Shanlee, moves uncomfortably in his chair, she is obviously talking about someone or something that he has no grasp of. Glancing in the direction of the greenrider now sitting along at the table, Shanlee inclines her head and gives him a slow smile, green eyes watchful. Seeing Melata wander in she shifts a little in her chair and picking up her mug, takes a long swallow of klah. K'nder sits and people-watches as weyr staff and residents and riders come and go - although he keeps getting smiled at by the young woman at another table - so there his eyes stop quite often. "They're over pretty quickly," R'hin seems to take Imariel's newness in stride, for the most part. "But if you're here you'll get to see it - everyone in the Weyr watches." He's seated at a table with a large group, having just finished his meal. He casts a sidelong look to M'wen, though doesn't comment. Melata pauses to look around the busy evening crowd, then smiles and waves to K'nder, "K'nder! Where have you been hiding yourself? I know you've been about, but it seems like never in the same place I am in!" Imariel sits quietly, glancing up as she sees a familiar face in the coming and goings. A smile is offered to Melata, and a nod of recognition. The girl doesn't offer much more to the conversation, not wanting to intrude or maybe say something inappropriate. Finally, "Are you sure I can't get anyone anything more? The desserts are very good tonight, I hear. Redfruit or cherry dumplings in cream." Wilf seeing Shanlee is distracted by something Wilf turns in his chair to see what she keeps looking at, and sees the rider sitting at the other table, he raises his voice slightly and half shouts "Sir why sit there alone why don't you come and join us that way Shanlee won't have a sore neck from all the craning she is doing to look at you?" K'nder waves to Melata, finally shifting his gaze from the redhead a couple tables over to look at the other rider. "Was down at Boll visiting D'va for a sevenday. Got back yesterday." Melata answers, "Well, I guess that is one good thing about no Thread: one can take time off to go visiting. Anyway, how is D'va?" Eyes narrow and flash with irritation at Wilf "Oh you're the real comedian tonight aren't you?" she asks him sarcastically. R'hin's smile is easy, though he shakes his head at Imariel's offer. "Thank you, but no. I'm full enough, and we," his glance cuts to M'wen, head tipped questioningly, "Have a bottle left unfinished, amongst other things." He rises, nodding companionably to those at the table. K'nder stands and walks over to Melata, pausing as the young visitor he doesn't know calls out to him. He turns his head for a second and holds up a finger before turning back to answer Melata with a grin. "He's doing good. That boat's holding up better than I thought it would." M'wen nods silently, a glance and nod given to those around the table. "Despite my lack of appreciation of class, I might as well enjoy your hospitality R'hin." He rises as well, tipping his head towards the exit, waiting for the Weyrleader to go. Looking up at R'hin as he rises, Shanlee gives him a slow smile "It was a pleasure to see you again R'hin, don't be a stranger" and her eyes flick passed him to M'wen "M'wen" Shanlee nods her head politely "I'm sure we'll meet again". Melata waits for the latest D'va gossip. Imariel nods, returning the Weyrleader's smile. "It was nice to meet you, sir," she says politely, rising and removing the dishes from the table to give people room. "Have a good night -- oh, wait, it's clear skies, isn't it?" She chuckles at her own mistake, and grins. "Still, enjoy your bottle, sirs." And she sets about cleaning the tabletop, just doing what she's obviously used to doing. Nods are given to those approaching the table, but nothing more is said at the moment. "Good man," R'hin exhorts, grinning at M'wen. He leads the way through the tables, offering a nod to K'nder, and a cheery wave at Melata as he passes by, headed for the bowl. You stride outside to the bowl. |
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