Logs:On Being Goldriders
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| RL Date: 22 August, 2012 |
| Who: Brieli, Azaylia, Iolene |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: The two gold weyrlings chat with their Senior while attempting to get some work done. Productivity may vary. |
| Where: Records Room, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 2, Month 8, Turn 29 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions, Issedi/Mentions, F'rint/Mentions |
| Records Room, High Reaches Weyr Books. Scrolls. Bound hides. Maps. If it's a record pertaining to the Weyr, it's likely to be in this roughly oval room with its floor-to-ceiling cherrywood shelves, its multitude of slots for scrolls, and its wide drawers for materials that shouldn't be rolled up or folded. A scribe is usually on duty at the tall desk up front with its good view of the room, and is able to help visitors find what they're looking for via the big bound index on its rotating stand. Past the desk, several tables stand in neat rows for note-taking, each stocked with glowbaskets, scrap hide, paper and pencils. Additional lighting is provided by a many-armed wrought-iron light fixture, its glows gleaming through luxurious glass containers in fluted shapes instead of baskets. To one side of the room, a gap between two sets of shelves outlines where another set once stood, now replaced by a tapestry-covered aperture. Peeking behind the tapestry reveals another cavern, this one likewise full of shelves, but occupied by only a few boxes of older records and a somewhat musty air of disuse. As well, two narrow but solid doors are locked when the room is unattended and a discreet staircase provides direct access from the Weyrleaders' weyrs. It's likely too nice a day to be sitting inside, but that's of no consequence to those working in the records room - one day is the same as the next to them; it's not like the records can go outside, into the elements. The very thought. The breezy, sunny day might be why Brieli doesn't look particularly enthused about working - the weyrling is seated as near to the door as she can be, long legs crossed as she leans over books and scrolls and papers, dark gaze far-off, a thoughtful look about her. Sun means heat and heat means sweat during drills, which is probably why Azaylia is slow to join her friend in the records room. Better late than never, she enters with an armful of hides looking refreshed, damp hair hanging in loose waves down to her shoulders. She doesn't have to go far, spotting Brieli near the door and moving to join her before the scribe gives a sharp clearing of her throat. Puzzled, the weyrling glances to the cup of juice in her free hand. "Oh." Right. Chugging the rest of the cool drink, she sheepishly offers the glass which is snatched by the perturbed looking records keeper. Wiping her forearm over her lips, she sits next to Brieli with an embarrassed twist to her smile. There's the records room. The room shielded by a tapestry. And those two solid doors that are usually locked. Today, one of those doors is ajar and the sounds of a light song is heard drifting out of it, the voice familiar enough as Iolene to those who hear it often. It's not a happy or sad song, just a song, that sort of idle humming people do out of habit. Then there's a gentle interjection, a clearing of a woman's throat from inside the room, that halts the song in a somewhat sheepish fashion, "Sorry," meep. The on-duty's throat-clearing and whole exchange with the other weyrling is entirely missed by Brieli, despite the relative quiet in the room - she's still staring off into space, even as Azaylia sits next to her. It takes that motion to shake the slender girl out of her reverie; she looks over, blinking and a bit puzzled at the abashed smile. "Hello," she offers, easily enough - though anything else she'd say is cut off by that interjection, the meep from Iolene's weyr. Peering that way, she notes tentatively, "She sounds better?" "Hey." Azaylia greets quietly, placing her copies on the table and claiming a polite little space as her own. It's a hidework Hold to help define their borders. "Iesaryth has a lot to say today?" A first assumption that's quite understandable given that they're in a weyr and all. Lips part to say more, closing quickly as she casts a glance towards the door left ajar. "Uhm? Oh. Oh yes, doesn't she?" Sounding unsure, she's willing to agree out of hope for their Weyrwoman, a curious glance cast to Brieli before her eyes slip back to the door. A leggy woman in lean leathers exits the room, an exile bluerider from the looks of her, known for her brains. There's a furrow to her brow as she glances back and then forges on forward towards the lower caverns exit without a glance for the two gold weyrlings. Shortly after, Iolene exits as well, a few scrolls curled into the crook of her arm. Like her peer, she doesn't notice the gold weyrlings initially, as she drops her scrolls off at the on duty desk with an apologetic twist to her lips. "I'll go lock up if you wouldn't mind reshelving these for me? I would, but I always seem to put these back in the wrong place." But, for all her politeness, she doesn't wait for an affirmative from the attendant and turns, only then catching sight of Brieli and Azaylia. There's a paused hesitation to her next step, before it deviates from returning to that usually locked door to their table. "Working hard?" Giving her head a little shake, widening dark eyes, "Just a lot to think about. And she's thinking about an awful lot as well. Locations, amongst other things." Brieli quirks a touch of a smile, perhaps relieved that Iesaryth can finally go elsewhere, that her lifemate is finally off her back. "Though she's been wanting to stay close, when she can. Figures." There's a wry quirk of lips for that before, "It'd be nice." Her sharp gaze, now that she's snapped back into things, follows the bluerider, marks her expression with interest before she offers a wide smile the Weyrwoman's way, hesitation or no. "Iolene. It's not going very well today, so far. And Azaylia just got here." Azaylia smiles for the intellectual, not-so-little gold and her rider, not bothering to hide the touch of worry for their impatience. "Well, Hraedhyth won't go to any of the important places without her." Quieting at the bluerider's exit, she turns back towards her folders and begins to open them up. It could be an attempt to actually get to work, or she doesn't want to be seen as nosy and rude by the time Iolene emerges. "About to get to it." She responds easily, turning to smile at the Weyrwoman. "How're you?" Nothing too overly concerned, polite and friendly, "Is there anything you need us to do?" Being juniors and all. "If it's not going well," Iolene begins slowly, "Why bother continuing?" Such downer advice that the blonde woman quickly adds to. "I meant. It's too nice of a day to be stuck indoors and there's nothing so earth shattering that needs to be done, is there? Lives at stake? Enjoy life a little, right?" There's a quick smile that doesn't crease her eyes, but is genuine nonetheless. Her lean body engages against the table the pair are seated at, hip resting against the edge and her hands folding down against her legs. "I can't really think of anything. I did mean to- I mean. Maybe you can answer a question for me?" "It would be nice to go away for a bit longer... There's some sort of entertainers at Fort Hold I'd like to see." Brieli likely has other reasons for wanting to spend more time out-of-weyr, but that's the most interesting one - why not go with it? Glancing over to Iolene with a shrug, diffident, "I feel I should make the appearance of effort for a time, I suppose. We're still watched. Though it is true, the Weyr will hardly grind to a stop for our lack of knowledge of hatching records." With a roll of her eyes, easily, "Of course." She may not give a straight answer, but that goes without saying. Azaylia looks mildly startled by Iolene's words, managing to not sound too contrary as she tilts her head to the side. "It's our work." It's what they're supposed to be doing. Hence the hide Hold she's built around herself. A possibly naive answer, she recognizes that the other two make sense in that none of it is very pressing when it comes to short term matters. "There'll be time to relax after we graduate." Hopeful, but not entirely convinced she nods at Brieli, "I had heard about those entertainers. It sounded interesting." A few marks are made, an old pair of mated dragons copied down before the stylus is dropped in favor of Iolene. "Mmhm." Eager to be of assistance she curbs her enthusiasm, "I mean, if I can." There's a flicker of Iolene's lashes at the mention of hatching records, and her blue gaze drops to try and glance over what Brieli is studying. But those eyes, or rather ears, are easily distracted by Azaylia's reminder of Brieli's desire to see the Fort Hold entertainers. Her study flutters up to find the older weyrling. "Well, two questions really." The first, she has no problem sharing, but the second follows quickly thereafter, as if by saying it super quickly, she might hide it under a layer of words. "Do you like being goldriders, like duty and tasks wise? WasK'delreallydancingwiththatFortjunior?" Breath. Gossip must have finally caught up to the Weyrwoman's ears. Just, you know. Hatching records. They might seem to all have one thing in common - there's a lot of the same names in the sire column. But they have to know all this stuff, right? If Brieli is aware of Iolene paying attention to her study, she doesn't seem to notice, but she does take the blonde's advice and starts packing up for the time being. Until that rushed second question brings her gaze up in a blink. Casting a sidelong glance Azaylia's way before she answers, the younger of the pair notes, "I don't like how everyone notices what I do. But otherwise, it suits. And... I wasn't there when it supposedly happened. And everyone says they were, you know." Azaylia leaves the packing to Brieli, looking intent on staying and doing what she can before the warm sun coaxes her out into the fresh air. She's already slacked off enough with a too-long bath today. "Two." She repeats, arms crossing on the table, leaning forward and keeping her head turned towards the Weyrwoman. The first question has her eyes sliding over to catch Brieli's at the same time. It might even look conspiratorial if not for the surprise in her own brown eyes. "I... don't know if I consider myself a goldrider just yet." Though her dragon is a gold, and she does ride her. "I can't say I dislike it, but there's so much we haven't done yet, being weyrlings and all. But, I'm happy." And that's what matters, right? Curls threaten to skim the hide she's written on as the tilt to her head becomes more severe, "He was." Azaylia answers simply, adding with oblivious innocence, "I danced with a nice Harper Journeyman, myself." "Everyone says K'del is sleeping with Braeden," points out Iolene, defensiveness suddenly making an appearance. But there's gossip that has kernels of truth versus the ludicrous, and the recognition of this has the blonde's face falling a little. Her arms wrap about her mid-section and she eases herself off that table. "I'm sad I missed the party, the wedding. Issedi must have looked beautiful," says the goldrider, moving on from the subject of Ali and K'del with only one last little, unhappy swallow. "Anyway. I only ask cause I wondered why goldriders can't fulfill other roles in the Weyr, when our dragons aren't rising and laying eggs. I know... dragons, most dragons, all dragons? All dragons listen to Ysavaeth cause she's gold and senior queen... have any of yours exercised that skill yet? Have they taught you to do it? Is that-," she skips a beat, considering, "Something I should have Ysa do?" "I meant more... everyone said they were there. But Azaylia was, so. I imagine she's not sleeping with the Journeyman Harper. It's a dance." Brieli offers this gently even so, with a warm smile for Iolene - and then a pat on the hand for the other weyrling. "I know you're not." Before she objects. Bypassing any rumors that might be buzzing about her behavior, "We missed you, Io. It's always nice to have you at a party. And she did." After a moment, tilting her head as she closes a book, "It's Interval, I don't see why there's not things they could do, were they inclined. And... Iesaryth... I'm not sure it's her thing. Aside from just... helping when Ysa was unwell. I don't think she likes doing it; she might need a nudge." Azaylia quiets at Iolene's reaction to what should be innocent information, straightening in her seat and turning to fully face the other goldrider. "He's not." Is her first objection, the second cut off by Brieli's pat to her hand, a grateful nod given. "There'll be other Gathers." She tries, voice even more gentle than before. "We can all go together." As for goldrider's filling other roles, this has her looking nervous yet curious. "W-well. I have been looking at Wings other than Aurora. Ones that might better suit Hraedhyth?" If Iolene has gotten any word of that, yet. Even if she hasn't, the subject of that influence their dragons are gifted with has the weyrling a touch sheepish. "I... don't think she likes forcing anyone to obey. Not in the usual way. But there have been times when I've felt her push at them. Like, like a shove without touching them? Could that be it?" Of course Hraedhyth doesn't need a nudge in that regard. "No one taught Ysavaeth." Back to the lack of training. "But she... seems to have been born knowing how to do it. There was this one time she made Greshaith hop around the barracks on one leg for irritating her." Which sounds cute, but Iolene's pinkened cheeks speak to an embarrassment the rider felt, if not the dragon, particularly at Azaylia's sheepishness. "I'm not sure who teaches golds how to utilize it and the ethics behind it, but if you ever feel overwhelmed or want your dragon to learn... I can see if Ysavaeth can teach what she does or at least guide." Oh, beware! Speaking of Iolene's less than better half: "I promised her we'd go flying when the weather became nicer and I had some free time. She-," the blue eyes seek out Brieli's gaze, "Could use some time away from the Weyr since-..." Well, they both know. They all know. "Try to enjoy your day a bit. I think that's what I miss most about not being a dragonrider. Being able to steal away without anyone knowing and just being free." And with that? She's walking away. Trying not to sound amused, "Oh dear." Brieli doesn't quite smile, but it's there in her voice and her dark eyes, but Iolene's embarrassment makes her sink it down deeper. With a wrinkle of her nose, "Iesaryth seemed to know how to handle the upset, but she's only really... well. We can let you know." The Weyrwoman's gaze meets hers easily, and the youngest of the goldriders just gives the blonde a nod by way of farewell. Trying not to look too troubled, she turns back to Azaylia, curious. "You're thinking of flying in a fighting wing? I suppose that would make some sense... keep Hraedhyth happy and out of trouble, yes? Watching her land?" "Oh no." Please, don't give Azaylia (and therefore Hraedhyth) any ideas! She's already doing her best to curb the amused smile on her lips. Poor little Greshaith. "Maybe Iesaryth does know, she just uses it to help." Not that the brawny gold is using it to hurt, exactly. "Thank you, Io." Genuine, even if she might not take the Weyrwoman up on such lessons just yet. "Enjoy your day out." Rather than Brieli, her eyes fall to her work, determined to copy a few more notes down before she's distracted again. Not that it's unwelcome, "Hm? Oh. I... talked to K'del about it." She admits, once again sheepish. "He said if Iolene was alright with it, and... uhm, F'rint." Glacier's Wingleader. "That's the idea. Something she can look forward to. Something active." Brieli might arch fine brows at Azaylia's particular choice of wing, but she doesn't say much beyond, "Leova... Have you spoken to Leova? About Glacier? I did, once. She might have some insight." She does her level best to keep any sort of intonation out of her voice, but she sounds... worried. More positively, "Iolene seemed to be thinking along that track anyway, so that certainly helps. It doesn't hurt to have an open mind." She's teasing; she grins her friend's way before rolling up a scroll. "I wonder what we might do. I don't see Iesaryth in a wing outside of Aurora. Or me, to be honest." Azaylia shakes her head, though it's not to disagree with the other weyrling's suggestion. "I don't want to cause trouble. I mean, I asked K'del because the Weyrleader is in charge of wings. And Iolene is in charge of us. She wasn't originally in Aurora." Stylus is twirled in her fingers until upside down, tapping the butt of it against the desk. "It's really up to the Wingleader. If he's alright with it, I don't see the harm in talking to Leova." To get a better idea, certainly. She smiles and gives a soft giggle, "Not that Iesaryth's lazy," She calls back to one of their previous discussions. "She might not like the idea of sweeps, no. Why not..." It takes her a moment to come up with something. "Weaverhall? Pick out some really nice things? See what's in style before anyone else?" Something that combines both dragon and rider's interests. Encouragingly, "I just mean... before you go making any decisions? She didn't make it sound... easy." There's more Brieli could say, but perhaps she thinks it's Leova's place - she just offers a little shrug and agrees, "Iolene wasn't, no. She was in the Weyrleader's wing." Which is to say, perhaps, not in Glacier. "And I think both Iesaryth and I see it as a bit of a waste of our time? We could be doing other things, even if those things don't seem terribly productive from the outside." With a wry grin for Azaylia, "I meant more generally - as much as I'd like it if one of my sole duties was to liaise with Weavercraft, I somehow doubt that would happen. Maybe crafts." "They have the most leniant drill attendance, they're open to larger dragons," Which Hraedhyth most certainly is, let alone what she'll grow into. "They seem very... work oriented." Azaylia decides upon with a pleasant little nod, certainly finding that agreeable. Breili's pressing has her less sure than moments before, "Maybe... I'm sure just talking with Leova might not hurt." Hesitant if only not wanting to seem cocky or overly sure that she'll even be welcome into the wing. "Mmmm. I don't know. But we're still weyrlings," She points out with obvious optimism. "You've got time to think of stuff. You know, other than the usual weyrwoman stuff." Of which they've only been slowly spoonfed. "That they do. Well, just a thought. It sounded... different than the others, in a sense." Brieli gives another of her shrugs, stacking the books she'd pulled up before her. Flashing a smile Azaylia's way, "I'm sure it'll all work out. Especially if the Weyrleaders have no issues." She tries to smooth it all over briskly, perhaps concerned she'd gone a bit far with her prodding. "And I suppose that's true. I'm not in any particular rush, either. Though I would like to get to the troupe at Fort Hold sooner that later. And I suppose the Weavercraft. I've some ribbon to use." Shoving a scroll aside, "How about you? Interested in either?" Azaylia aims to reassure her friend with a smile, "Hraedhyth's different." In more than just a sense, which has her laughing under her breath even as she glances down at the hatching records. "The Fort troupe sounds fun." She admits after a moment of quick writing, the Weavercraft left untouched for a moment. No use spending marks she doesn't have yet. Er, even more than she has. "We could always fly for a day or two, with an older rider. I mean, if Iesaryth isn't abl- allowed to Between in time." The correction is clumsy, and quite possibly made with Hraedhyth's encouragement. "Dragons might not be the issue." Brieli offers a little smile in return, not reassured - but fond of Azaylia's unending positivity. Even so, she can't agree to just go off and have fun; rolling up the last of her scrolls, "It sounds interesting -- I'm surprised I'd never- Never heard of anything like it before, had you?" The gap in her words is so small, it's as if it was never there - she's just talking more quickly, straightening her notes. "We've already been making jumps, it's not an issues. As long as we're accompanied, it's fine... it's just, like I said, that she doesn't like being away for too long. I'm hoping that passes sooner than later." A pause before, "Have things seemed... tense at all? To you?" Good vibes will prevail, even if Azaylia's looking pensive as a result of Brieli's words. Hm. "Me either." She admits, tugged out of her thoughts by the fanciful subject. "Maybe they'll travel closer to us. Or, other people will get inspired to put on stranger shows?" There's a first for everything. "Really?" Surprised by Iesaryth's fondness for their home, "You'd think, what with N'rov and Vhaeryth..." The farther from High Reaches and a certain Weyrleader's bronze, the better. She doesn't respond to the last question right away. When she does, it's with some guilt escaping barely moving lips, "Ever since Ysavaeth rose." To be perfectly honest. "But even more, now. Yeah." A glance towards Brieli, unsure and possibly confused by this fact. With a nod, "Maybe. Anyway, there's a fire dancer - I'm wondering where one picks that up - and games, knife-throwing... I'd like to take a look." And poke around where she shouldn't, by the narrowing of dark eyes, but that's all too common for Brieli, hardly a surprise. But Iesaryth's need to be home is indeed; she quirks a little grin Azaylia's way, pointing out over a sigh, "Well, it's not as if we could spend the night. And, now. Yes. Since Ysavaeth and the clutch, she's been anxious about that sense. I'm not sure what she thinks she can do, but she'd rather be around while it all feels... like this." At the glance, she tries on a reassuring smile. "It's hard to know what to think, for people to know, I suppose." Azaylia's interest visibly perks at the fire dancing and knife throwing. A certain gold could once again be the culprit in this instance. "I'll keep my schedule clear, just say the word." She assures, reaching over to move a hide so she can begin on the one beneath it. The weyrling is managing to multitask with her attention notably favoring Brieli. "That makes sense. She helped Hrae a lot, when it happened. It's probably good that she wants to stay and make sure things are alright." It's inspiring, judging from the delicate curl to her lips. "All I know is that we have lessons, and work and... we have to help Iolene when we can." To explain her eagerness from earlier. Seeming pleased, Brieli agrees, "It's a plan. We'll let you know when we want to go?" With that, she'll take a moment to slide back her chair, rise with her books and scrolls in her arms and carry them back to the returns basket. While Iolene offered up excuses, she'll just leave them there with an apologetic smile, then walk back to drop into her chair. "I suppose it is good. I feel somewhat responsible as well - to help Iolene, yes. I feel like... when there's been a bit more time, she might feel easier." She hesitates before, "When people stop talking about Ysavaeth's exile heritage causing all this. Or similar." "Yes please. I'm sure Hraedhyth wouldn't let me miss it for anything." Azaylia takes a moment to oversee her hand as it continues to produce that bubbly script as Brieli makes those returns. Her motions are quick, not frantic or sloppy but quite determined. It has to be done. "We're going to be junior weyrwomen after we graduate. It's our job to help her. Even if I were a blue, or green rider I'd want to." Ignore the insulted growl coming from their ledge. With a look that borders on annoyed, "I don't think that's ever going to stop. People can be cruel." Huff, sending one wavy lock upwards before it falls to her cheek once again. "I promised." Aside from duties, aside from any other reasons they might have for helping the Weyrwoman, Brieli has that simple one that carries its own weight; her promises don't come lightly, if at all. Her expression shading a touch guilty at the frenzied writing and the look from Azaylia both, she looks down at her notes to slide them into her folder. Quietly, "It might be... well. We might try to stop that sort of talk. Because it will affect you and Hraedhyth, not just Iolene." Pursing her lips, "I should let you work." "I can try. But you can't change how some people are." Azaylia murmurs, "I remember you saying something about... folks thinking the way they do for a reason." Voice soft, motions stilled, she's visibly touched by Brieli's promise and her dedication to it. "You're not bothering me." Honest, the annoyed expression was likely for the souls that say such hurtful things about their Weyrwoman. Her intentions are made clear as she picks up her writing, slower as she glances between work and the other weyrling. "I understand if you'd rather go out and enjoy the day. I just have a lot to catch up on." Since so much of her time weeks before was spent soothing her dragon. Over a sigh, "It's true. They do. I suppose all you can do is stop them from saying it so loudly." Brieli closes her folder, wonders briefly, "I wonder what people will think of a queen voluntarily flying in a fighting wing. We should think of what to say, how to make it look, should it all work out. Because it is better for her, and what people think is no reason to stop it." She leans back in her chair, holding her folder, arms crossed over it as she watches Azaylia work. "I just don't want to make Hraedhyth upset. As you say, you have a lot to catch up on." There's a smile evident in her tone. "Not that I'm exactly ahead. I'll likely just stay up late." Azaylia's hand slowly grinds to a halt as she considers those words. "As long as Hraedhyth is happy." That's the priority, and yet, "Val said that if it looks like it's a good thing, like a priviledge backed up by the Weyrleaders..." What? That people won't talk? With a sigh that tells of too much on her mind, the weyrling manages a shrug. "We'll worry about it, if it even happens." Brushing it aside for now, she's able to give her friend a smile before she goes. "The glamorous life of a goldrider." She giggles, ducking her head shyly at her own joke. "Bye, Bri." "If we can make her happy and make it look like a good thing... yes, that's definitely better." Brieli can agree with that as she rises out of her chair, sounding relieved that someone is thinking of how to sell it, at least. She pushes the chair in carefully, adding wryly, "Something like that. Always plans to be made." At least, for her. She offers a little wave over the folder, then heads out into the complex - and, as Hraedhyth can see, back to her weyr. |
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