Logs:Of Use
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| RL Date: 3 November, 2013 |
| Who: Azaylia, Edyis |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: A few days after the hatching, Edyis speaks with Weyrwoman Azaylia about earning her keep, should she choose to stay at the Weyr. |
| Where: Weyrleader's Complex |
| When: Day 28, Month 2, Turn 33 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Leova/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, R'hin/Mentions |
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| Weyrleader Complex, High Reaches Weyr Only about a man's height from the ground, this low ledge is wide and flat, reached by a set of timeworn steps that hug the cliff face. As the ledge stretches back away from the head of the stairs, it simultaneously broadens out over the bowl and tunnels into the mountain to become a sort of antechamber, from which a passageway winds back to the Weyrwoman's weyr, the council room, the records room and the hatching sands. A small round table is set in a shallow alcove here, surrounded by four chairs that provide a waiting area for those seeking one of the weyrleaders. Another short flight of stairs leads upward from the tapering end of the ledge to the Weyrleader's quarters, while others lead to the further recessed junior queens' weyrs. While it's hard to get a good look at the lake from here, the view does encompass the majority of the bowl and the comings and goings across its span.
Perhaps it was that Edyis was still new to the weyr, but she never ceases to be amazed by the caverns which served as the dormitories, kitchens and offices for the weyrfolk. Between the natural formations in the caves and the tunnels carved through them, it is hard for the young woman to imagine the time it took to form them. The Weyrleader complex wasn't particularly difficult to find, especially since it consisted of the lower ledges. Thankfully, she had the thick wool of the sweater to combat the cold as she climbed the steps, dark eyes searching the cavern for the woman she had been told to find. She spots the table, set with food, and then the Weyrwoman herself, and a sudden apprehension fills her. Maybe she should have made an appointment. She hangs for a moment indecisive. Is it wise to pounce upon a rider before breakfast? A quick glance back reminds her of her purpose, and it is that purpose which propels her onward. "Ma'am, are you busy at the moment? I was told to come find you by one of the riders. I can come back later if you'd prefer, naturally." Azaylia has only just begun to pull out her chair, intent on having her tea out in the cold-- but where she can watch the traffic of the bowl. "Hm?" Glancing over her shoulder, the Weyrwoman spots Edyis and straightens, turning around and resting her hands on the table. "Edyis, hello." Her whispery soprano is warm, inviting, "You can join me if you'd like? I have plenty of water for two cups, if you like tea?" The Weyrwoman sits down and smooths her hands over her dress, "And I could use some help with these sandwiches." Those who know of Azaylia's infamous appetite would know better, but she's being a good hostess. Edyis breaks into a smile relaxing. Maybe the famed temperament of gold riders is an exaggeration. "If you don't mind sharing a cup of tea that would be lovely, I will have to pass on the sandwiches though." Whether because she's heard of the aforementioned appetite, or simply because she doesn't wish to push her good fortune it is difficult to say. She moves to the table and pulls a seat for herself, though waits for the richly dressed woman to sit first before seating herself. "Thank you, I apologize for not making an appointment and interrupting your meal." There's a dimpled smile to accompany the words, teeth not quite showing. Once Edyis accepts, Azaylia is already pouring a second cup and leaves the ex-candidate to choose one of the many cloth wrapped flavors. "This is my favorite, dark and spicy. But we have a lighter, mint one here. And here's something citrus." Though her dress is of high quality, she's worn it over so many turns that the Weyrwoman is looking less splendid and more... practical. "It's just a snack, really. Something to give me a bit of energy for this afternoon's meetings and paperwork. You're not interrupting anything important." What her own smile lacks in dimples, it makes up for genuine warmth. "So, who told you to come and find me? Was it..." She's aiming to guess, dipping her choice of tea in the water, "K'del?" Edyis makes a small appreciative oooh at the selection. Taking up Azaylia's suggestion she opts for the dark and spicy one. "I guess there are some definite perks to being a rider after all, we never quite had such a variety at home. Grandsire R'hin actually," stops a moment, and corrects, "R'hin." Why he merited such a title is left to the imagination. "He said that you might take me under your wing." She uses the mans own words lifting the cup sniffing gingerly, and enjoying the aroma. Thank goodness for small miracles, as Azaylia's tea is far too hot for her to sip and choke on at Edyis' reveal. "Grandsire R'hin?" Oh no, that is certainly the title the goldrider is latching onto. "Is he even old enough to be..? He must. But..." Not that she's fretting, per se, but there seems to be some personal shock. The Weyrwoman recovers with a breathy laugh, "Did he? Ah, Hraedhyth is the one with the wings but... I'll certainly help if I can." Her words ring true, even if now she's inspecting the girl who claims to know R'hin. Edyis blinks at the reaction frowning. "I would think his age would hardly matter. It is the dragon that counts in these sorts of things isn't it?" Edyis doesn't seem to understand the reaction nor the scrutiny and the confusion is plain on the young woman's face. "He didn't seem to want to be called that either now that I think about it, but it sounds better than Grandpa doesn't it? Leova said his title was grandsire or grandpa, because of his relation to the clutch on the sands." She smiles when Azaylia offers her help. "I know the Weyr expects residents to contribute, though I'm not sure where I would fit in that regard." "Oh." Ooooooh. Surprise melts into easy amusement, and Azaylia can only laugh at her own jumping to conclusions. "Right. Leiventh is the grandsire to..." Now that makes sense. "I bet not... R'hin seems sort of vain." Those who actually might know are surely few and far between. When it comes to finding Edyis a niche, the Weyrwoman takes her time in adding sweetner and milk to her brew. "That depends. Do you want to stay? The Weyr is pretty different from the Holds, and you know we're more than happy to find you a ride home." It's a gentle offer rather than any attempt to shoo the girl off, brown gaze curious. "If you'd like to stay, and I hope you do, it's a matter of skill. Are you good at sewing? Cooking? If you don't know yet, we could put you on the duty roster and you could help in the lower caverns." From the way she tells it, there are endless possibilities. Edyis pauses at the question thoughtful. "To be honest I hadn't truly wanted to stand on the sands, but the situation in Nabol was such that it was easier on my stepmother and would help the family as a whole if I impressed to the Weyr." She doesn't mention the fires or her father's death and her words are simply statements of fact free of emotion. "I need to stay for them and find another way of supporting myself at least until the cothold recovers from the issues with the Nabol's succession, and rethink my plans for the future in the meantime." For skills she nods, "I can read and write, at least as far as it pertains to things like hold ledgers and records though I could use some improvement. I can clean, organize and mend and I'm used to dealing with small children really most of the skills you would need to manage a minor holding. I'm not well versed in Weyr culture but I am willing to learn." The Weyrwoman doesn't interrupt, taking slow sips from her cup and devouring two small sandwiches in the time it takes for Edyis to explain. "You could have just come to the Weyr because of that, without candidacy." She points out with a soft smile. After another sip, "You could always ask the Headwoman where she thinks you might be the most helpful, but..." Azaylia is going to try her hand at it first. "You could always work with the laundry, as a seamstress, or the creche if you like small children." There's a difference in being able, and actually enjoying a duty. As for Weyr culture, "The best advice I can give you is... be yourself. The freedom of the Weyr let's you be as... as wild and as holdbred as you'd like. Kiss a boy, don't kiss a boy-- just find your own way." The example given might not be a surprise, given the other rumors about High Reaches' Weyrwoman. Edyis nods, biting her lip as she thinks about the options, and then Azaylia's words strike her for the first time in her life she had the freedom to forge her own path and then she latches on to an idea. "Freedom, I never considered that." A smile and a rush of crazy courage hits her. "You don't know of anyone in need of a personal assistant do you? Maybe just running errands or baby sitting when the need strikes? I think it might be a good way to not only make new friends, but perhaps make a place for myself here the way I want to." The energy in the girl builds at the thought, her brown eyes lifting to the Weyrwoman's hopefully. "Oh, yes." Azaylia pounces on that fact, overzealous in her own quiet way. Once so very holdbred herself, it's understandable that she perhaps wants to give Edyis the headstart that she never had. "I'd never try to convince you to forget your duties, but no one can make you leave the Weyr. Not unless you've done something worth that punishment." Reaching up to tuck a few of those stray strands behind her ears, "I already have a personal assistant... who will probably have wherpups when she sees what I've done to my hair." A sheepish sort of smile graces her lips, "I can't think of anyone in particular, but you're welcome to ask around. If you can't find someone in a seven, then we'll add you to the roster in the lower caverns." With a whole rotation of duties. Edyis smiles, "I think I've done my duty, all but the marriage and whelping part at least. It's good to know I have a place here, especially with the thin harvest this year." She suppresses a giggling snort at mention of hair, the smile splitting into a wide grin. "I would say you are already very well covered indeed judging from the snack. I will ask the headwoman too and see if she can think of anyone, it just struck me as a good way to learn the weyr. I can sign for duties in the meantime." She pauses before asking "Is that what you got out of impression? Your freedom? ... I don't mean to pry, I'm just trying to understand why people want to face something as scary as the hatching sands more than once." Draining her cup of tea, Azaylia's breath comes out as a satisfied puff, "Another good way to learn is to just ask questions, like you are. Talk to people. I can't guarantee everyone is friendly, but..." A sad fact that isn't just limited to Weyrs. Edyis' question earns a gentle nod, "Freedom from the duties expected of me, along with a whole bunch of new ones. I honestly didn't expect to Impress. I was looking for a way to stay at the Weyr a little longer." She doesn't offer much in the way of details, for whatever reason. "I got what I wanted in more ways than I can count." Her brown eyes drift off towards the bowl, towards the tawny gold who's still keeping an eye on the weyrlings. Even if they aren't hers, this time. Edyis nods considering it. "Thank you for taking the time to speak with me, I think I understand a few things a little more now. Let me know if you think of anyone, I'll start looking. I should let you get back to your duties." She stands offering a curtsey. "Was it worth it? Impressing I mean." Azaylia is smiling softly to herself, gaze somewhat distracted even as she listens to Edyis. There are several polite nods, and a murmur of, "You're very welcome." It's the last question that has her dark gaze focusing on the young woman's face once again, confidence returning tenfold, "Absolutely." Finally pouring herself another cup of tea, she sends the ex-candidate off with a genuine, "You have a lovely day, Edyis. It was very nice to meet you." |
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