Logs:Records Room Dancing
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| RL Date: 13 February, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Irianke |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Irianke prances into the Records Room after Turnover parties to look for some information and meets Edyis. |
| Where: Records Room, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 1, Month 1, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Devaki/Mentions, Braeden/Mentions, Issedi/Mentions, Wulfan/Mentions |
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>---< Records Room, High Reaches Weyr(#367RJs) >-----------------------------<
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.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
Edyis F 19 5'4" athletic, brown hair, brown eyes 41s
Irianke F 36 5'7" slender, dark curly hair, stone blue eyes 0s
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Weyr Entrance Council Chambers
>------------------------------------------< 1D 1M 37T I10, winter night >---< It is quiet in the records room. The whole place smells of wood polish and fresh ink. It is late in the evening, or early morning depending on perspective) and a bottle of wine and empty glass sit at one of the vacant tables, several sheets of neat script laying nearby. Not far off is Edyis, reshelving materials and looking for another volume on the higher shelves. With bare feet and her strappy shoes slung over one shoulder, Irianke steps down into the records room from the council chambers. The once Igenite hums a lighthearted tune, her feet doing flouncy prancing steps from side to side in her descent, and the song can be heard through the curtains that section off this private chamber. Soon, the humming becomes more nonsensically lyrical with lalas and shifts of the air in the room cause that curtain to sway. She's dancing, partnerless, to the song she hums. Edyis catches the humming before the sound of bare footfalls. Stepping down from the ladder and peering about one of the shelves to where the goldrider hums. A single brow is arching sharply as she spies the Igenite, watching in equal measures of mute puzzlement and amusement. It has been a good night, the flush on Irianke's cheeks, other than the dancing and the humming, a sign of just how much she might have imbibed and the other good pleasures of life at Turnover. Unaware that she's being watched, the woman sweeps through the small circular room, disused with old boxes, and swings a hip at one box and remarks, "You dance divinely, you do," to absolutely no one. The tapestry is pushed through, and the lalas have become hums once more, softer now, and Irianke continues into the main records room to peruse the shelves. Edyis goes unnoticed still. Edyis can't help but follow, lips curving as Irianke makes her way into the main room. "Indeed, you do dance quite divinely. Carry a pretty tune while at it." Her dark eyes are studying the woman in minute detail, grinning. "Something particular you are looking for?" Irianke startles. A little squeak and an abrupt halt to her song and dance. The flush deepens, but other than that, she lacks shame, a quick grin surfacing to seek out the voice and following it to the base of a ladder. "I didn't expect anyone would be here tonight. Do they really have you working on Turnover? How dreadful. I'll have words with your supervisor tomorrow. Or later. No, tomorrow. I'm sure most of the Weyr will be as hungover as after a gold flight today." The former scribe grins at the squeak. "No, I volunteered so one of the poor apprentices wouldn't have to. I figured I'd have the run of the place and get some reports written out. Admittedly I couldn't have asked for a more adorable interruption. Do you always work on Turnover? Or were you looking for a bit of light reading?" "I dont know if someone I'm not sleeping with has called me adorable in turns. Decades even." Irianke's hand holding her strappy shoes twitches just so the rose gold lace brocaded shows jangle. "Every day is a working day when your life is tied to a Weyr," parrots the goldrider. It's not hard to imagine who she is parroting. "But no, really, I was dancing with this fellow down Ista way, and it suddenly occured to me that I misread something and I just wanted to fact check. We were doing the Nines, you see. But it's not important." The brunette pauses to lift a brow, her study of Edyis tilting her head to one side so those dark curls of her fall free of her hair pins. Edyis laughs, "Forgive me, then for using the phrase. However accurate it may be." Locating the volume with graceful fingers she pulls it down gingerly, bearing it over in the direction of the table. "What made you feel you had misread it?" Curious, even as she is studied by the rider, uncorking the bottle and pouring something white and sweet scented into the glass. "He," presumably her partner, "Mentioned something about Holder succession and asked me if Lord Devaki would be named Lord Protector now and rule until lady Issedi's son was old enough." Irianke shrugs, the gesture far too careless for the subject matter she's brought up. "I thought I had read that he had been confirmed as Holder and was named Braeden's heir and not lady Issedi. But he was Istan, so what could he possibly really know, eh?" That vaguely inebriated smile reemerges, careless and carefree. "Are you an apprentice?" "Lord Devaki was confirmed, but I would imagine we have yet to see just how much that confirmation depended upon his Lady wife." Looking to the weyrwoman with a smile. "I was at one time Master Jeroman's assistant; I still work on occasion." She pauses, dark eyes studying Irianke. "I don't suppose I could tempt you with a glass?" Already moving to the cabinet where such an item is hidden, adding casually. "Then again I'm sure Igen is no stranger to such changes. Lord Wulfan was present you know, when Lady Issedi met her end." Irianke nods amiably, but then shakes her head. "No, I've had enough to drink for tonight and someone at the Weyr should remain clearheaded tomorrow." As for her agreement, the goldrider continues with, "It wouldn't matter now. If he was confirmed then he is confirmed. If Braeden named him his heir, then that's the end of that story, but it seems unfortunate that Lord Devaki could marry again and replace the Reaches Bloodline with someone entirely new." The subject of Wulfan tightens Irianke's jaw the tiniest little fraction, nearly imperceptible to the vast majority. Her voice remains steadfastly warm, "Was he? I hope he is enjoying his retirement." The former scribe chuckles at clear-headedness, though grows more thoughtful. "You think he would try something like that?" She murmurs, lifting the glass. Of Wulfan, she shrugs, "I wonder if he is? A hold is a difficult thing to let go of; Nabol is probably the best example of that. Lady Tevrane's own confirmation was quite the silent triumph." "Look at Benden Hold." Irianke says this without any additions. "Wulfan, she starts next, before abruptly changing her mind. "Lords can name whomever they choose as heir, and not necessarily of the same Bloodline. If he so chose, Lord Reaches could designate you as his heir, though I imagine the confirmation might be hard unless you happened to be a Blooded face I am unfamiliar with." The former Igen rider winks and swings those shoes over her shoulder again. "Ech, it was a whimsy anyway, to look it up. It can wait until the morning. Good night." Edyis doesn't add anything to that, smiling. "Good night. It was a pleasure to finally meet you in person." Content to return to whatever it was the younger woman doing before. |
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