Logs:Of Warnings
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| RL Date: 4 June, 2006 |
| Who: Harley, R'hin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| When: Day 26, Month 11, Turn 7 (Interval 10) |
| Your location's current time: 17:47 on day 26, month 11, Turn 57, of the Tenth Pass. It is a autumn afternoon. You swoop down to a landing on on a small strip of ground beside the fishing pond. Fishing Pond The autumn cold is beginning to tighten its grip on this little finger of the Weyr lake, which is divided from this pond by a natural land bridge. The silvery waters are calm, disturbed only by the infrequent splash of a fish jumping high into the air before loudly bellyflopping back onto the lake's surface. The forms of underwater rocks are just visible, adding greens and blues to the shallow sections of the water; beyond the rambling main lake, the Weyr mountain walls loom in the cold autumn air. Contents: Harley Obvious exits: Lake Shore » Leiventh circles low over the eastern bowl, spiraling in easy circles as he glides lower and lower. Eventually, he alters his course towards the pond, as if spotting something, backwinging neatly - though still managing to stir the surface of the pond and scare any fish present by dint of size. R'hin can be seen high up on the dragon's neckridges, glancing down. » Harley's hair suddenly being blown to one side, some into her face, causes her to look around and up. Not that she's fishing. She's actually tossing little pebbles into the shallows of the pond and watching the ripples it makes. Seeing the bronze so close be, a small smile touches her mouth and she nods. "Hi Handsome." she says directly to the dragon. Her demeanor is a little cooler though there is still a tiny smile curling her lips when she nods at the rider. "R'hin." Leiventh> To you, Leiventh seems bemused by the woman's movements. « Tell her she is scaring all the fish away. That is no way to capture one. » R'hin seems to study Harley for a moment, unstrapping himself and giving a low chuckle. "Leiventh says that is no way to capture the fish. You're scaring them away." With an absent-minded pat to the bronze's hide, the weyrling slides down, moving with an exaggerated swagger towards where the assistant steward is seated. You hop down Leiventh's side to the ground, as the dragon warbles a greeting. Harley's smile widens into a grin. She looks back up at the bronze. "Actually I'm not trying to catch them. Just enjoying the quiet over here. Not enough to feed the weyr. A dragon or two maybe." Maybe she's hiding too, out of the view of most of the bowl where she's sitting on the ground, legs stretched out in front of her. Leiventh> To you, Leiventh just seems puzzled by that response. Leiventh hunkers down into his usual statuesque crouch, looking at Harley for a moment before his attention turns to the pond, watching quietly. R'hin, for his part, shoots a glance over his shoulder at the bronze, amused. "He seems a little bewildered by that. I suppose he doesn't really comprehend the idea of peace; I think that's strictly a human thing. Dragons have the benefit of forgetting past indiscretions and animosities." He halts nearby, still standing, running a hand through his hair, squinting up towards the star stones for a moment. "I just spent all afternoon with H'am. Now that is one recalcitrant brownrider." Harley blinks. "What, someone worse than Maja?" she asks, surprised. She tosses the last of her pebbles into the pond and brushes her hands off on the apron before curling her legs in under her. "Or just very quiet?" An inadvertent grin creeps across R'hin's face at the mention of his fellow weyrling. "She's not that bad," he says, not quite defensive, though there might be some overtones there, "You just have to get her talking about what she feels passionate about." He takes a leaf out of Leiventh's example, crouching down next to Harley, "He doesn't speak unless he's got something important to say, which I admire. Unlike certain people - such as our itinerant ruffian - who seems inclined to speak plenty of nonsense in the hopes of obscuring whatever big dark secret he hints so strongly about all the time." Harley looks at R'hin thoughtfully for a full minute before she speaks. "I don't hear the hints about any secret when I talk to him." she admits. "Just the usual chit chat about the weyr, the weather, whatever." Her eyes narrow a bit as they go to the lake, trying to remember the conversations she's had with the trader. "What have you heard?" "Of course you don't," R'hin isn't the least bit surprised. "He's very careful around certain people - you, L'sen - to portray innocence. He let himself slip up a bit yesterday, though. I'm sure he didn't mean for you to see what you saw." His shoulders shift a little, perhaps dismissal. "There's -something- there. Maja suspects he's trading illegally, but I don't think it's that. She's got the guards keeping an eye on him, anyway." Harley tilts her head to one side, thinking. "True. Though I think he was careful even yesterday. It sounded odd - not right. But I could tell he was always very aware of my presence. What about Vorlin? You think he might have sent him?" "Vorlin?" R'hin echoes in surprise, tensing briefly in response as he considers. After a moment, he laughs at the notion of the erstwhile Igenite being a Bitran spy, "No. Not unless he was hired as a deliberate decoy, in which case he wouldn't know. He's too obvious, and nowhere near subtle enough. Besides, given the attention he has on him," and there's a faint sense of smugness in his voice there, "He'd be of little use right now anyway." Harley chuckles. "True." the frown returns. "Though he doesn't seem to mind all the attention does he? Even considering the kind of attention it is. Maybe he is a decoy for something, or someone, else." Okay, this is a switch from the light-hearted conversations with the trader and the defending of one to the other of these two when she's needed to. "Or he's just playing one of the biggest pranks I've ever seen on the weyrlings, if not the weyr." The laughter fades, and the bronzerider is sober, serious all of a sudden. "No, he's not playing." R'hin says with certainty. "He meant everything he was saying yesterday. Whatever he was planning to do, I've messed it up for him by getting so many people looking at him." He shakes his head briefly, "Don't worry. Maja's keeping an eye on him, and I sure as shelling am." Harley's tone is wry when she answers "Of that, I have no doubt. Out of curiosity, was that you shadowing us when I was chatting with him near the gardens the other day? Or one of Maja's guards? I only saw a shadow. That made me nervouse, but now I *know* your watching out, I won't worry so much." Idly, she picks up another handful of small, smooth pebbles, rolling them around in her hand. He's coy all of a sudden, which could be a hint, "I can neither confirm nor deny," R'hin says, with a twitch of lips. He nods his head, agreeing, "Don't. Just be careful around him - or rather, what you -say- around him." He leans forward, abruptly, snatching one of the pebbles from Harley's hand. With a quick, expert flick of his wrist, he sends the pebble skimming along the top of the pond before it sinks out of sight. Leiventh gives him a long -look-, before turning back to the pond. Leiventh> To you, Leiventh makes his displeasure known for a moment, before his attention shifts back to waiting for the fish to grow bold and appear once more. Harley muffles a giggle. "I think he was contemplating a nice snack and you scared it away." it's a total shot in the dark but that 'look' was one she'll remember for a while. "Wish I could draw." And she shakes her head at the silly whimsy. "Oh well. Either way. You just be careful. And Maja and her guards too." she frowns again, then lets it go with a shrug. "You read his mind," R'hin agrees with a twitch of lips, eyes lingering on Leiventh. The comment about drawing earns a look of surprise. "It's simple enough," he says. "Spend a bit of time with a trained artist, you'll pick it up quickly enough." At least, that was the case for him - but then he has the advantage of natural adeptness. All he says of the other is, "Maja'll be careful. She owes me." Harley snorts and shakes her head. "That's a weird reason to be careful." she says wryly. "And I don't have the knack of an artists hand. I can write well, which Thiana discovered and has kept me busy with ever since. But drawing? No. I've even tried making the basic shapes and connecting them properly and softening them up and it still comes out all weird." "It's every reason to be careful," R'hin counters easily. As to the talk of drawing, his shifts his shoulders briefly. "I guess some of it is natural talent. Look on the bright side, though," he gestures at her stomach, "You're about to be laid up for months, you can spend that time practicing." Harley can't help it. She laughs. A clear, bubbling, slightly infectious sound. "Hardly. The weyr women have their babies and have one day of rest. Then we're up and back to work. Lighter duties while we adjust to taking care of a baby, I'll grant that, but there's no real rest. The dragonriders who have babies, might have it a bit easier as their duties are much more strenuous so they're kept in bed longer." And she shrugs. "That's a guess on my part because the last dragonrider who had a baby had a very hard time so I don't know if that's why she was in the infirmary for 2 7days or not. Either way, my mothers old 'there's no rest for the wicked' saying is very true." R'hin seems bemused. "But you'll hardly be able to walk in the last month." There's a faint tenseness in his posture, as if the talk of pregnancy isn't exactly a comfortable or welcome change of topic for him. "Anyway, I know a local artist who works in the 'Reaches area. He's the one who trained me. I could ask him to visit the Weyr, if you'd like." It's probably the first time he's even alluded to something of his past. Harley chuckles. "Well, it's up to the artist as I don't think I'll have all that much extra time. And walking is exactly what's good for us that last month. Even if we're as big as a green and waddling like an egg heavy queen. If not worse." It's obvious she's not afraid of or in any way concerned with that stage of her pregnancy. "It would be nice to watch an artist at work though." she says with that thoughtful tilt of her head. "You can make time. I'm sure it won't be long before another batch of candidates comes in, and Thiana can set them all to work." R'hin points out with a grin. "I'll send him a message, see if he'll be willing, at least. He may have decided to hole up somewhere until next spring - that's usually what he does." Harley chuckles. "That might be best considering what the weather is like up here in the winter. Who knows? I've asked my mother to send any extra wool they might get my way. I am definitely skilled with knitting and using the hook. And of course, spinning the wool into yarn. Maybe that's crafting of a different sort. Not quite weaver craft because I don't sew very well." and she shrugs. "Winter is very boring for the children. I'm trying to think now what to do to keep them happy this turn." "Cold winters never much bothered me," R'hin admits, "Though I will have to look at getting myself some warm riding gear for between. Know any good weavers who're available for commissions?" he asks, half jokingly. He doesn't even try to suggest anything remotely helpful of keeping the children entertained, other than, "Whatever it is, I suggest plenty of quiet time." His lips twist with barely contained amusement. Harley snickers. "Children and quiet don't mix. And there are several weavers in the weyr. Some of them make those long skivvies, whatever they are. Thin, wool, but like a full outfit that you can wear under your leathers. I can make those, though not as fast as Jerrilyne. She's really good. I just don't know if that's a duty Thiana will let me take right now." "Jerrilyne," R'hin echoes, no doubt tucking that away for later use. "I wouldn't want to tax you, after all." He grins, glancing at Leiventh briefly, before rising. "Well, I'd best get going. I want to wash up a little before dinner. I might see you there later," he says, by way of farewell. Harley grins and gives a wave of one hand. "Enjoy. I'll be along in a bit." is all she says as to when she's getting dinner. She leans back a bit and watches the bronze as he watches the pond. Rather than climbing back onto Leiventh, R'hin chooses to walk back across the bowl. Leiventh remains, silently watching the pool, quiet company for the assistant steward. You return to the lake shore. |
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