Logs:Predestined Or Not?
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| RL Date: 2 June, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Irianke |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Edyis and Irianke chat in the nighthearth, mostly in relation to Fort and predestined Impressions. |
| Where: Nighthearth, HIgh Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 20, Month 12, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Jounine/Mentions |
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>---< Nighthearth, High Reaches Weyr(#1549RJ) >------------------------------<
With its entrance located between the kitchen and the living cavern, this
tiny bubble cavern is cozy, always kept warm and is filled with
comfortable chairs and a small round table. At the far end, there's a
hearth, outlined in ruddy, aging bricks, where a pot of stew simmers in
the evening hours. Generally quiet, the nighthearth is the haunt of
insomniacs and those seeking quiet from the bustle of daily Weyr life.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
Edyis F 20 5'4" athletic, brown hair, brown eyes 4s
Irianke F 37 5'7" slender, dark curly hair, stone blue eyes 0s
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Inner Caverns
>----------------------------------------< 20D 12M 37T I10, winter night >---< Irianke and a companion sit on one of the couches in the nighthearth, conversing in the way of friends with a sharply, witty banter and laughter. But as the night goes on, the other woman, who when rising is recognized as the new Headwoman, departs, leaving the bottle of wine on the table before them. She also leaves the Weyrwoman alone to study the hearth, sipping her wine. Edyis is not an infrequent sight about the nighthearth, and she seems to be oblivious to her surroundings as she procures a bowl of stew from that late simmering pot. "She seems to have settled into the position nicely." The words are devoid of any particular inflection, like a naturalist observing nature's patterns. The weyrling settles into a chair, offering a belated and abashed, "Good Evening Weyrwoman." When she notices and recognizes Irianke. "She's been an assistant here for the last six turns, I should hope she's settled in well," remarks Irianke pleasantly, the pensiveness fading from her gaze when finding and hearing Edyis in her vicinity. She continues with a mild, "It is a difficult thing taking the position of someone who has just retired and hoping to do right by her. Some wine?" There's still some of this bottle left, never mind the others that have been disappeared earlier. "Made even more difficult by the nature of the gossip mill, I haven't been able to keep up since impressing. I imagine they have come up with all sorts of wild stories about her thoug" The scribe shrugs, but the offer of wine, "That sounds lovely, but only if you don't mind sharing." Edyis replies settling in. "Been a queer month all around, getting used to this place changing and him." The him must mean her lifemate, who goes unnamed perhaps as an oversight. "This place changing?" Irianke inquires, gesturing for Edyis to retrieve a mug even as she lifts the bottle to pour once the weyrling returns. "This is a Benden vintage, done by a friend of mine, it's spicy and sweet with vanilla and licorice notes. But bottom line, it's delicious." Edyis is quick to fetch the mug, and the pure elation in her expression impossible to hide. The small savoring sip given as Irianke explains the subtleties of flavor. "You have excellent taste." The once scribe chuckles softly, though her tone suggests that fact was never in question. "It isn't bad, the changes. I never particularly liked Giorda, but I never took the time to get to know Jounine." She exhales, "And the events at Fort don't make things any easier." "Giorda was a pleasant woman to work with." Irianke could say more, but why speak ill of a retired woman. "But I have faith that Jounine will progress us through this Interval as we figure out how we fit in." The mention of Fort has the goldrider lapsing into silence, that pensive look drawing her brows together and another sip of her spectacular wine is taken. Edyis studies her mug as Irianke falls silent, intent it seems to savor the wine. "Where is that point, where we fit?" Edyis muses aloud though the question is possibly rhetorical. "The Weyrs need the Holds and Halls to survive, but it is harder to remember thread as the real enemy with each passing generation. Then, you have things like that hatchling, who takes the blame in that situation?" Dark eyes lifting searchingly to study the goldrider. "Fort made the decision not to Search within their coverage area," says Irianke. "While I can understand why the Fort Hold area was left untouched due to the need to rebuild relations with the Hold in the wake of the former Lord's damages, I am unclear as to why Boll and Ruatha were left untouched." The acting Weyrwoman swirls her wine goblet gently, before lifting it to her lips and taking a longer sip. "There should be no blame in the situation. Only an aim to understand what went wrong where. She was not the first dragon not to find her match. Even with a hundred candidates on the Sands, she may not have find someone that matched with her mind in a way she was seeking." The mug of wine is sipped from as the weyrling listens, watching Irianke as she speaks as though weighing the words. "Do you believe that they are born without a match, and so look for one that is acceptable? Or are you of the school of thought that believes riders are predestined?" Genuine curiosity in those words. "I never thought about it before, that the choice not to stand, or a lack of choices could result in death." She admits more softly. "At least, not so viscreally." Edyis adds after a beat. Irianke does not have to think on Edyis's question long, immediately responding with, "I do not believe there is only one candidate for one dragon. I believe there are the best possible matches amongst groups and when a dragon fails to find someone it could be that there weren't enough candidates or..." A simple shrug lifts her shoulders and she tucks her legs underneath her more comfortably. "I do not have so much hubris as to think I could have been the only possible person to fulfill Niahvth and I just happened to be Searched two days prior to her hatching." The brunette allows a small smile to emerge. "I'm sure Niahvth would have found someone just as suitable for her personality had I not happened to be at Igen Weyr at that particular time." Something in that answer causes the tension to melt from the weyrling's shoulders. "But you two do match so well. At least, you both have a side that seems warm and even playful, from what Akluseth tells me of her." That causes Irianke to release a floaty, wine-mellowed laugh. "Aye. We are. But who can say she would not have found someone almost as good. Or that there wasn't someone else in all of Pern who would have made Niahvth's brilliance shine even more. We will never know. Unless," the goldrider allows with a bow of her head, concession, "You belong to the camp that believes there is only one dragon for one rider ever in the world." "I am not, Akluseth tends to disagree with my opinion, however. I'm not sure what it says about our future if I am the sensible one in the pair." She jokes warmly, relaxing and looking down to her rapidly emptying mug. "Thank you, for the wine, and putting my thoughts at ease." "Contrary." This one word deepens the goldrider's smile. "Perhaps," Irianke suggests, offering to top off the mug with a lifted bottle and her feet sliding off the couch. "You two were paired to keep each other on your toes and he contradicts you to see how you will react?" Edyis holds out the mug gingerly, smiling despite herself. "I wonder about that sometimes. Faranth knows he tries my patience, but I think he also forces me to take myself a little less seriously. He's constantly moving, the same way I am, but his energy, isn't always productive. He makes me stop and enjoy things." She chuckles, "What about you and Niahvth?" Any judgment Irianke might make of Edyis and the little less seriously part isn't uttered as much as shows in the enlightened understanding in her gray-blue eyes. The bottle is corked and she stands, but still takes the time to consider Edyis's question. Ultimately, after some thoughtful silence, she replies, "Niahvth is mother, sister, and daughter to me and we shift and adapt to what each other needs at any moment. She is my everything and while there are things in my life I wish were different, I would not change my past for a different future. And with that deep thought to tide you over, I'll leave you to your meal and the rest of that wine. Good night, Edyis." |
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