Logs:Pins and Knitting Needles
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| RL Date: 4 May, 2012 |
| Who: Damaris, Toren, Azaylia, Val |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: A night for meeting new people, discussing the Weyr, and showing off Turnday gifts. |
| Where: Garden Patio Ledge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 8, Month 9, Turn 28 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions |
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| Garden Patio Ledge, High Reaches Weyr Partly sheltered by the curving stone overhang, partly exposed to the weather, the wide stone patio serves as a balcony for socializing or just plain drinking on a sizable scale. The repurposed ledge might once have let two large dragons land, but now there's too much furniture for that: two rustic tables with attendant chairs, plus a couple more in particularly good weather, and a wrought iron bench situated to make the most of the view of the western bowl and the lake beyond. Other changes include rough little niches carved out of the stone walls to hold glows in colored bottles at night, the climbing plant that's being trained to grow up along the overhang, and the blue ceramic pots of flowers that dot the edge of the ledge as a colorful reminder not to fall off. An archway leads to the Snowasis itself, housed in the ledge's former weyr, while a few wide steps descend along the wall to the bowl. A layer of patch clouds covers the sky. The air feels cool and damp, but there is no rainfall today.
The crowd is good without it being late enough for rowdiness, and while there's a certain tension lingering in the air, that tension is the elephant in the corner. We Are All Having A Good Time Tonight. Azaylia sits with her legs tucked up underneath her, head low and focusing on her task. She's in the middle of the group that's obviously formed around her, as anyone who knows the Apprentice wouldn't expect her to plop right in the midst of social going-ons. The click of her knitting needles is drowned out by the laughter, and while she's not sullen or even fighting the urge, she's quite the contrast among the giggleherd. That, and she's quite the eyesore with a purple scarf and two bright green mittens with the tips cut off for the sake of preserving dexterity. Toren has come up to the garden patio ledge and he has his guitar case slung over one shoulder. He looks around and he spots Azaylia as he moves over towards her, "Hello Azaylia, how are you doing? What are you making?" He asks as he goes to sit down and he takes out his guitar to start to tune it up before he plays. There is curiosity, for Azaylia: she's here, she seems to be paying attention, she's /not laughing/. Damaris continues prompting the story along, though her attention is divided. And then there's Toren, and her attention is going that way. Her expression closes over, going too calm for an instant before...yes, she actually puts on a friendly smile. No, really. It's actually a friendly smile. "Toren," she greets. Perhaps the young woman he is familiar with has a twin sister that is unaware of any negativity, there. Azaylia gives something of a start, baby blue yarn scrunched up as a quiet squeak is uttered. She clearly isn't expecting to hear her name among this group. And yet, the gentle smile she offers Toren marks her surprise as pleasant. "Toren. Good evening... oh, this?" She goes about sorting it out, "A scarf." Pulled from her own little world she's reminded of her klah, now luke warm but easily sip-able. Damaris earns a quick glance, a curious blink, the attempt of a smile before her klah suddenly becomes fascinating. Toren smiles back at Azaylia, "It's coming along nicely. Do you want to hear me play any song while I'm here?" He hears his name and he looks over towards Damaris as he did see her and was trying to leave her alone. He gives her the same smile he gave to Azaylia, "Good evening Damaris, how are you doing this evening?" "Hello," Damaris says, over towards Azaylia, offering her the friendly smile as well. She sort of waves off another person talking to her in favor of poking at the quiet, klah-staring one. "I'm Damaris. You're Azaylia?" Since Toren just said her name. And then Dam is looking over towards Toren and again, smiling. Creeeeepy. "I'm well enough," she tells him. "Yourself?" Azaylia speaks to her klah, "Thank you." Though it's clearly meant for the young Harper and his compliment on her quarter of a scarf. The knitting needles are safely laid out on her lap, short dress creating something of a canopy to cradle them. "Uhm, yes." Voice is quiet, doing her best to be unobtrusive despite the other girl speaking directly to her. "Well met, Damaris." Toren's prompt for a request has the Herder tilting her head up in thought. "What about... the Firelizard song? Something nice." Toren continues to smile at Damaris, "I'm doing well thank you for asking." He looks back towards Azaylia, "Sure I can play the firelizard song." He takes a moment to get himself situated and he starts to play the song that Azaylia requested. Given the shift in Damaris's attention, the little group that's gathered starts to drift away, settling into their own conversations and such things. Dam pouts a little bit as Toren checks out of the conversation, but soon enough she's focusing her attention on the Herder again and smiling again. "Isn't it a little warm for scarves? And well met to you, too!" "Warm?" Azaylia squeaks in surprise, doing her best not to boggle at Damaris. That would be rude. "It's getting colder by the day..." She explains. It's more of a suggestion, really, she could be wrong. Toren's playing brings a smile of encouragement to her face, head dipping in his direction. "Everytime I hear you play, you seem to get better." Hands abandoned her drained mug and pick up the needles once again. Without the group around, their light clicking can be heard, rhythmic and steady... for the most part. Toren realizes that Damaris was trying to be nice and he was kind of abrupt. He tries to get her back into the conversation, "So how have you been Damaris it's been a while since I've seen you." He continues to play, "Thank you Azaylia, I'm practicing hard so that my good will be better and my better will be best." Big ol' long drink from her glass, and Damaris lifts her eyebrows at Azaylia. "It's...summer," she points out mildly. "It's...still summer," she complains, lips curving into a pout. Really. Then she offers a quick fluttered smile, and a shrug of her shoulders. "They're really pretty, though. Really." She gestures towards the scarf Azaylia is already wearing. Then she's glancing to Toren, smiling again. "I've been well," she repeats. "Thank you. Could you - when you're finished playing that, could you play some...I don't know. The good things about tradition and stability, songs?" Smile. Azaylia glances down at the purple one around her neck, doing her best not to make a face. "Thank you, though... this is actually from the stores. So are these." The offensively green gloves are lifted, though they drop back down to make sure her yarn doesn't get tangled. She's distracted for a moment, finding herself repeating Toren's words. "Your good will be better and your better be... My, that's a wonderful little saying." One to be saved for later. Toren moves his fingers over the strings as he continues to play the firelizard song for Azaylia, "They have some pretty interesting stuff in the stories if you know where to look." He finishes up the song with a flair, "Thanks, it's not mine though, I heard it from one of my teachers when I was at harper hall." He starts to play the song that Damaris asked for, something traditional and stable, "How this?" "Fantastic," Damaris replies with a smile, settling back in her chair with her drink and listening to the music. Look, she _is_ capable of being nice, when she works at it. Or maybe she just forgot she was mad. Who knows. She drinks her drink and looks between the two of them, attentive and vaguely curious, but quiet. "...I kind of find them on accident. But I didn't expect it to be so cold here." And now the Beastcrafter is paying the price, and has been for a couple of years now. The words come a bit easier now, good music and not-quite-cold klah helping to warm her belly. "I'm making this, uhm, because I should have my own warm clothes now. I feel bad, always borrowing things from the stores." A glance is sent Damaris' way. "So... so you're from High Reaches?" She's trying as well, it seems. Toren continues to play the song that Damaris requested and he looks at Azaylia, "Well if you need something it's better you put it to use than it just sitting in the stores. I have a whole bunch of winter clothing to wear when the weather turns nasty." Azaylia is mindful of her knit and purls for a moment, attention drifting back down to the blue scarf for as long as it takes to start a new knitted row. "Mm, that's true." Still a touch distracted, but not rudely so. Concentrating. "I'd also hate to think that I've taken something someone else would need more than I do." Her dark eyes dart up, glancing from Toren to Damaris as she giggles ever so quietly. "Aren't the winters here always nasty?" Toren hmms, "Well from what I've heard they don't get a lot of snow it just gets really cold." He says as he continues to play, "Well if you find someone else that needs it more than you than you can give it to them. Although it would be nice if you made replacements for them." "Yes, I'm from around here," Damaris confirms for Az with a smile, shrugging her shoulders lightly and taking another good drink from her glass. "And - yes. The winters here are absolutely horrible. But because of that? We've got plenty of warm things in the stores, and I wouldn't worry too much about taking something someone else might need. If they let you take it, then it was because it was okay." Azaylia nods her head, and now the apprentice's attention is evenly split between company and task. "Mmm..." She sounds uncertain, though their attempts at reassurance are appreciated as her smile gains just a bit of strength. "I also want to make a..." She doesn't want to insult any mystery scarfmakers, a glance cast down to the purple frayed thing around her neck. "...just my own scarf. One that matches my Turnday gift." Smile triples in warmth, with just a hint of something shy. Toren nods, "That's good too to make your own stuff. Oh was it your turnday recently? Happy turnday." He smiles as he continues to play, "I would love a harper blue scarf." There's a laugh, at the glance down to the thing around her neck. Damaris grins, nodding her agreement. "Making your own is a good idea," she agrees. "What did you get for a gift? Do you have it with you?" Light curiosity, nothing pushy. "And yes, happy turnday, if it was recent." Flustered and concerned by the well wishes, Azaylia ducks her head and nearly whimpers, "Ohitwasagesago." Not even a month, really. "...thank you, still." With a nervous breath, she places those knitting needles back down into her lap and tilts her jaw upwards. Fingers find the scarf pin easily enough, unfastening it and placing it in the flat of her palm. "It's gorgeous." Clearly the awe of her gift hasn't worn off; it's set in a bronze-like metal, inlaid with blue and black glass in the shape of the High Reaches' badge. Toren finishes playing the song Damaris asked for and he starts to play another one with a more lively upbeat tune to it. He leans in to look at the pin, "Wow that's beautiful, who got that for you?" He asks as helooks close at the pin, "I wonder how they did that glasswork." Leaning over to peer at the pin, Damaris smiles after a moment, bright. "That _is_ gorgeous," she agrees. And - anything more that might have been said is cut off, as a woman near the steps down to the bowl makes an appearance, waving her arms around. Oh. Dam gives a quick smile to Toren and Az. "I need to go," she notes, draining what's left in her glass before sliding to her feet. "It was nice meeting you," she tells Azaylia, and then Toren-wards. "Thanks for playing that song. If you play it more the next few days, or things like it, I'd appreciate it a lot." Another flashed smile, and she's heading for the large stone steps down. Azaylia is more than happy to turn her palm this way and that, letting the pin catch the light around. She's not showing off for her sake, but for the sake of the gift itself, as if it's a seperate entity. "The Weyrleader." Where others might boast, her shy nature prevails at revealing the gift-giver. She pulls back, pin returning to the purple fabric around her neck before she takes up her needles again. And all too soon, Damaris has to leave, "It was lovely meeting you too..." Quiet voice is likely lost on the night air. Toren stops playing long enough to give a wave to Damaris, "You are welcome. I'll have to remember that I shall try to." He goes back to playing, "The Weyrleader, that's cool. Are you close to him?" He asks curiously as his fingers strum on his guitar. He glances over at Azaylia, "So how are things in the stables?" He asks as it's evening time and they are relaxing on the patio. One girl leaves, another arrives... only this one, coming up out of all but nowhere with a tiny glowbasket in one palm, all but swoops over Azaylia's shoulder. "Sparkly." Val's smile gleams at Toren, then she's looking back at Azaylia. Or rather, her hair. Possibly something in her hair. Azaylia takes her time in answering Toren, perhaps caught off guard by the question itself. "He says we're friends. So, we are." There. No way that bad P.R can be gleamed from admitting that, right? Her knitting needles are slow and deliberate as she continues to craft a scarf, yarn a delicate blue hue. The Beastcrafter is curled up in her seat, empty klah mug nearby as she shares a nice, quiet evening with the Harper apprentice. And suddenly, glows. Azaylia squeaks suddenly, giving a start which almost launches her out of the chair at Val's sudden appearance. "Yeshellohiyes?" She attempts to be friendly, and yet handle her concern with the other's interest in her hair. Toren ahs a little bit, "Well it's good to have friends like that although I heard that the Weyrwoman was not too happy with him after his bronze won a green flight." He continues to play even as Val comes up to them, "Hello there." He gives a bright smile back. The brownrider pats at the herder's shoulder, so-called 'soothingly,' little airy gestures accompanied by a, "There, there," that's worthy of tending any of the crafter's stabled beasts. "Would you have been? Happy? If you were Weyrwoman?" This, say the bright black eyes, is a question for Toren. At least she's left off with Azaylia's hair, for the moment, though she is ducking down again to peer at the woman's pin... at least, if she hasn't already escaped during the hypothetical's distraction. Much like a spooked runner, Azaylia is momentarily soothed by the stranger's murmurs. It'll take her some time to readjust, legs tucking back under herself as she reaches down to save her hanging yarnwork. "Gold flight." She corrects Toren, however gently, soft voice sounding none to happy at being right in this instance. Once she's straightened up, the apprentice is more than happy to go back to concentrating, except that the brownrider is so very close. Another squeak! At least this time she doesn't nearly fall out of her seat, "Y-yes? Uhm... is there something...?" Azaylia's head turns, jaw tilting up and unintentionally giving the woman a better view of the scarf pin. Toren shrugs a little bit, "From what I've been told you can't control who your dragon chases or catches and that it was supposed not to be that big a deal. At least that's what I heard." He hmms, "Gold flight? Maybe I heard wrong. Still it was just a flight." "You make such noises," Val tells Azaylia in pleased confidence, one girl to another and never mind just how it easy it must be for Toren to overhear. "Ah, yes. Thank you." She reaches, will touch if she can, to trail a delicate many-ringed finger down the crafter's neck, along the line of her jugular... and then, either way, slide away from the bench again, if only to hail a passing server for beer. On her return, she chooses to scrutinize Toren instead. "Did you really say green? I thought you said queen. Maybe I just expected you to, though. Are you colorblind?" In her sweet voice, it isn't accusation so much as helpless curiosity. Azaylia will continue to make such noises for as long as Val invades her personal bubble to efficiently. "Sah...sorry?" And still, despite the young woman's obvious discomfort, she places Val's curiosity above her own silly concerns. Like possibly wetting herself. It means that yes, the brownrider is able to touch, though the apprentice gives something of a frightened bleat at the contact. Only when there's beer that needs to be hailed and Azaylia regains her bubble does she relax, this time falling onto her side and simply... lying there. Whimpering. Where was she just now? Toren continue to play, "I have other things to worry about that which dragon catches which dragon. I'm just repeating what I heard, and it doesn't surprise me that it's not true. I have songs to learn and trying to study for my journeyman and of course practice practice practice, gotta make my good is better til my better is my best." He looks at Azaylia, "I don't think she likes to be touched." "Even when there is bound to be a clutch? Eggs? Grand disputes between Weyrleader and Weyrwoman, the leaders of this fair Weyr, in which I have my own weyr? I don't suppose you write songs, yet, because that could make for a dramatic one, if also perhaps a controversial one, and surely apprentices aren't allowed... controversy." Birdlike, Val tilts her head then, ad follows Toren's glance towards the hapless crafter. "Is she touched often? Does she do... this often? How peculiar. It makes me wonder if she would do it again." As tempted as she is to lie there, playing dead, Azaylia ignores the urge and straightens up. Again. This time, her legs hang off the edge of her seat for better balance as she decides to put her knitting aside. The night has taken an unexpected turn, "I... I'm sorry. That was weird of me." Not as odd as some may consider Val's behavior. "You just... startled me. Uhm. I'm Azaylia." As for the talk of controversy, she fights off the faintest of frowns. "Dramatic..? Uncomfortable." She adds, however gently. Toren shrugs a little bit, "I've never been very good at writing songs or composing music. I can play great but I'm not good at just making up songs on the spot. I suppose it would make for a good song about a Weyrleader who can't make up his mind which he would rather chase, the Senior Weyrwoman or the Junior Weyrwoman. Although it might be seen as him being greedy. I'm sure there are other bronzeriders who want their bronzes to catch the juniors." He shrugs a little bit, "Again not my call. I don't know. I've never seen anyone touch her like that, but than again I've never seen a stranger just come up and start touching someone, certainly never happened to me." "I can't imagine why not," Val claims in reply to Toren's last comment, but then she's turning away to drink her beer before adding, "It seems to be both, yeah? Plus, not just the bronzes, and not just the juniors, if you see what I mean." Does he? She doesn't linger. Finally she gets back to the other woman, and she says, "Hello, Azaylia. Call me Valli." Val's eyes hold secrets she doesn't share, questions she doesn't ask, and then finally a smile to outshine them all. Toren shrugs a little bit, "Probably cause I'm a boy." He continues to play a rather peaceful melody. He shakes his head, "Sorry I don't see what you mean, unless you are saying the Weyrleader likes to get around." He continues to play and he hums softly. "K'del's not greedy." Stutter is gone, words steady with quiet insistance at Toren's words, though she's staring down at her own lap. "I can't imagine he meant for any of this to happen." Azaylia lifts her head, eyes bouncing from Harper to rider as she introduces herself. "Valli. Okay." Curiosity is painted plainly on the younger woman's face, though it's soon scrunched up by a rather invasive yawn. "Oh... oh my, it's getting late." The Apprentice stands, gathering up her knitting and giving the two a shy, sheepish smile. "I've got to get up early," As always, "I hope you two have a lovely night." With duty in mind, it's amazing how quickly she's able to move. |
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