Logs:Polite
| |
|---|
| |
| RL Date: 30 June, 2015 |
| Who: Farideh, Edyis |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Farideh and Edyis are polite. |
| Where: Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 20, Month 2, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Irianke/Mentions, T'mic/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions |
  |
| Nighttime at High Reaches is clear and cool, but the living cavern is markedly empty; it could be the party-in-progress down at Snowasis. It's in this dim-lit, mostly silent atmosphere that Farideh's studying, sitting at one of the long tables with her legs crossed on the seat. She's hunched over a pile of hides and chewing pensively on the end of her pen, not paying any mind to the pair of older riders talking at the nearby table in low voices, over their mugs of klah. A tray of food in hand, a worn looking brownrider settles herself at the study table absently, a few seats away. She doesn't seem to notice anything going on around as she starts the process of actually eating. Occasionally her glance lifts to the riders talking, but otherwise she seems rather quiet. The riders aren't being loud, and seem more intent on keeping the conversation betwixt them than letting the whole living cavern in on the topic of their discussion. That seems to suit Farideh fine, who, brownrider or no brownrider settling at her table, continues staring, hard, at the words on the hides in front of her. It's between bites that Edyis finally glances over, noticing who is sitting there. Lips purse a moment, and her chair pushes back dragging a little on the stone floor rather loudly. She wrinkles her nose at the offending sound but starts to stand with her tray. "Oh, Hi." She offers politely. The chair's scraping brings her head up first, hazel eyes searching for the culprit until they fall on Edyis with uncertainty; and then there's the matter of that polite greeting. "Hello, Edyis. What are you doing here so late?" Farideh asks, equally as polite, as she sits up straighter and gives her hidework a baleful stare. "Catching a bite to eat, lesson ran long." She offers smoothly, dark eyes shifting briefly to the hidden work and then back to the gold rider. "I would not want to be you. Or any of the silver threads. The extra course load must be murder on your shut-eye." It's half sympathetic, but also edged in uncertainty, as though waiting for ... something." "What lesson was that?" Farideh asks, reaching for the mug to her left. "It's bad now, but it's supposed to prepare us for-- for a life of-- for responsibility. More than the everyday rider responsibilities." She takes a sip from the mug and her eyes study Edyis over the rim, before she sets it back down with a satisfied sound. "Setting the foundation for leadership, I believe. They say that's not supposed to be easy." "Not anything I'd care to talk about to be honest." The words gentle but firm, as though touching near a delicate subject. "If you feel it's something you should be aware of, feel free to ask Quinlys or T'mic." Edyis shrugs, "The weyr is fortunate to have such a studious goldrider. Hopefully the job doesn't give you too many headaches." "Uh huh," is all Farideh says about Edyis' secret lessons, with a flicker of her brow and no other signs of interest on the matter. "I haven't gotten any headaches yet and the hidework part is easier than actual application-- I can read all the time, and absorb as much as I want, but that doesn't me as astute or as relevant as Irianke. But you're right, I suppose it's better to be studious than shirk my duties altogether." "I think anyone would be hard pressed to be as astute or relevant as Irianke." The former scribe admits, leaning on the table. "She studies like a madwoman too from what the scribes say about her first arrival." It isn't quite reverence, but the tone comes close, though for the shirk comment there is the faintest lift of Edyis' brows, though she simply shrugs. "Anyone would be hard pressed to be like Irianke. I don't think, as hard as anyone tries, to be as politic as she, or as clever, or as charming, they will fail, because she's-- her." Farideh's slim shoulders lift and fall, and she frames her hides with her hands, looking towards the kitchen and the sudden flurry of activity there. Edyis says, "True enough. Enjoy your studying, or... whatever other work you have." Glancing in the direction of the kitchens before heading out to the bowl." |
Leave A Comment