Logs:Sandwich-Bob, Monster-Ball
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| RL Date: 14 March, 2008 |
| Who: Jaeni, Leova, Lujayn |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jaeni and Leova and Lujayn. Flowers, sandwiches, and a haircut. Not necessarily in that order. |
| Where: Festival Clearing, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 26, Month 8, Turn 15 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Fraya/Mentions, Jenna/Mentions, Milani/Mentions, Rilsa/Mentions, Zahava/Mentions |
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| Festival Clearing, High Reaches Weyr (#420RIJs) Jaeni is skipping up the hill onto she arrives on the even part. "Ah ha, we're here! Isn't it nice?" She calls back to Leova, dropping down in an area where the grass is relatively flat. She has a basket linked with her arm that she gently places down. Some wrapped sandwiches are removed along with a canteen and a pair of scissors. "We eat real quick and then do haircuts!" Leova's slower, looking around with eyes gone nearly as big as Milani's can. "Had no idea. None." Flowers catch her eye, and the slope of the mountain, and the distances beyond. Eventually she sprawls down by Jaeni, reaching out for a sandwich as she grins sideways at the other candidate. "How about we skip lunch and cuts and just take a nap until it's time to go to Tillek?" "Oh no! We'd probably fall asleep and sleep through and be in all sorts of trouble." Jaeni returns with a laugh before snatching a sandwich. She unwraps it and takes a large bite, allowing a minute or two for chewing and swallowing. "So, how do you want me to cut it? I'm not like, a barber or anything you know. But I guess I could give you a decent bob, right?" Even just suggesting it gets Leova yawning, all the way through unwrapping her sandwich. She picks up the top half of bread and pokes around through the sour cabbage and herdbeast before resurrecting the combination again. "Fine, fine... but we've been so good!" Haven't they? "Something shorter maybe. So hot." She takes a big bite and then holds the sandwich up to her chin: like that. Her eyes skirt around Leova's hair, glancing from it to the pair of scissors. "Hmm. We could call it the sandwich-bob!" Jaeni announces cheerfully before taking in several large bites of her own. The blonde really makes very quick work of the whole thing and soon the sandwich is developed. Without an hesitation she's brushing her hands off on her skirt and grabbing the scissors up off the ground. "You want it the same length all around?" Leova nearly spits out some crumbs at that, laughing, and tries to eat faster. By the time Jaeni is brandishing the scissors that way, she only has a few bites left. She mumbles something through one that resolves into, "Shorter in back? Don't want to have to do it again. Too soon," by the time she's swallowed. "Okay, so shorter in the back with some longer, face framing pieces in the front?" Jaeni asks, hmming to herself. "I think I can do that." She pulls her own hair back with a tie and gets behind Leova. The hair of the older girl is given a close examination before she asks, "You ready for your fabulous new sandwich-bob haircut?" A mischievious grin slips onto her face. "Or short in front too?" but Leova says it more like a suggestion than a demand. Because Jaeni, she is the boss. When the blonde asks if she's ready Leova starts holding very still, still sprawled but braced up on her elbows in the grass, looking mournfully at the single bite left in her hand. "Go ahead." "You want short in front and back, so all even?" Jaeni asks, peeking down at her before she starts anything. She runs her fingers through the back of Leova's hair, trying to make it a bit even. Picking a spot to start, she begins to cut off several inches of her hair. Trim here, trim there. She's trying to make it as neat as possible as she goes all around. "Maybe a little longer in front?" Leova asks whether or not it's too late. Her eyes are rolled up toward Jaeni and her speech is a little funny from trying not to move even her jaw too much. Her hair is clean at least, with most of the tangles out but still some matted bits, especially in the back near her neck. "How's your sister?" Jaeni is more delicate with the matted bits near her neck, making sure that she doesn't pull too hard at her skin. Snip snip. Snip. "Okay, a little longer in front." She decides, not asking again what she wants. Instead she begins to the angle the scissors down so that the pieces in front come out longer. Snip. Snip. More hair falls to the ground and it's only a matter of a minute or too before a great deal of Leova's hair is on the ground. "Okay. I stuck a mirror in the basket. I just need to like, trim the strays and stuff." Leova seems that much happier for not being asked, shutting her eyes as the blades come nearer her face, letting the sun warm them. Little bits and longer strands cling to her shoulders and her skin where they don't drift down to the grass that surrounds them. "Already feels cooler, Jaeni. So nice." Snip. Snippity snip. Trim. Trim. The scissors open and close, cleaning up the messy bits. What's left is not a professional job, but Leova doesn't look like she got into a fight with a dog who ripped out all her hair either. She steps back and goes to the basket, pulling out the little mirror. "Okay. Here." She hands out over to her. While waiting for her reaction, her eyes land on all that hair. So much of it. "Leova. What are we going to do with this?" Her voice is laced with a sneaky underlying tone. Leova takes the opportunity to snatch the last bite, the one that she had cupped her hands over so it wouldn't get all hairy like a cave shelter from falling Thread. Chewing, she takes the mirror, eyes gone wide at her reflection: all tawny skin and high cheekbones and great staring eyes. And that rusty hair, darker where the roots hadn't seen so much sun, shorter now and so much easier to comb. "Jaeni?" She peers at herself some more, then uses the mirror to flash the sunlight toward the other candidate. "Thanks." Flash flash flash. "What do you mean, what are we going to do with it? Toss it around in the plants. Should be fine." "No, no, /Leova/. We have to do something with it! It's like, a great opportunity. Your hair should go to good use. We could glue it onto a ball and like... stick it in... I don't know, someone's bed or press or something. Draw a little face on it and everything!" Jaeni's mind is already running ahead of itself with the bizarre posibilities. "Oh? Oh! You're welcome!" She beams when it seems the other candidate is pleased with her results. "I'm glad you like it!" Leova did like it. She still likes it. She just looks appalled as she sits up, dislodging more hair from her shoulders, and aims the little hand mirror to flash sunlight at Jaeni again. "You want it? You do what you want with it. Fair enough, you cut it. But I'm not sticking it in anyone's bed." Before Jaeni can begin to protest she adds, "Or press. Or whatever." "Of course I do! Don't worry, we- I mean, I won't be put your hair to shame!" Jaeni reaches into the basket, pulling out a decent amount of cloth that she's managed to stuff in there. Then she's collecting Leova's hair and wrapping it up in the cloth. "You'll laugh once the plan is complete. Don't worry, I don't tell anyone that it belongs to you." As if it won't be obvious when everyone looks at Leova and she has no hair. Lujayn is a nearby figure amongst the flowers, bounding here and there with long-kept energy. A small basket is over one arm, and from time to time she ducks down to pick a colorful blossom and place it with the others. One stoop, however, yields not a Dragontail but a lock of hair. "Everyone's really getting into the haircut thing, huh? First Fraya, now you." Lu teases Leova, realizing she's found other Candidates at rest. She offers the bit of hair to Jaeni, grinning. "What are you keeping it for?" "Maybe to stuff a pillow or something? A small pillow?" Leova asks hopefully, and waves over at Lujayn before she's even all that close. "Suppose so! Went after mine a while back, but Jaeni's the one who got it even." And short. "Saw Fraya during the games. Don't see why more people don't, hot like this." Of course, now that she finally got her hair cut the rest of the way, surely it's going to get cold. "It's a secret!" Jaeni tells Lujayn cheerfully before she flashes a smile at both girls. "I'll see you guys later, I'm going to go find Fraya! She'll help me out with the monster-ball, I'm going to make!" The cloth filled with hair is brandished in the air before the blonde takes off at a dead run down the hill and back towards the main weyr. Leova just sags back, bracing herself backwards on her elbows now and untangling her legs out in front of her, her short hair ruffling with the breeze. "Big secret," she says flatly, watching Jaeni run off. But she does smile. Lujayn shrugs. "Mine's growing out, but it's not horribly long." She sits down in the grass, reaching over for another flower. "A hair pillow, huh? That's a new one." She waves to Jaeni, watching the retreating girl curiously. "Monster ball." A shake of the head, turning to eye Leova's new 'do. "Looks nice. I thought I'd put a few flowers in the barracks. Everyone's getting so tired; it might brighten things up." Leova nods her thanks. "Don't know what a monster ball is. Don't know if I want to know. You?" She sits up just long enough to unlace her boots and get them and her socks off before lying back again, toes curling into the grass. "Sounds good to me. Some for Milani too, maybe. Rilsa. This happen every time?" "A monster ball of hair?" Lujayn hazards a guess, eyes closing slowly as she basks in the sun. "I just thought of decorating the barracks, but they'd probably like something too..." She trails off in the relaxing warmth, and it takes a moment to recognize what 'every other time' might mean. "Yeah. The end of a long run, a project, or even candidacy, people get worn down because they've been at it so long." She straightens, eyes open again to spot the brightest, fullest blooms. "Just takes a little push, and you can keep going." Leova's laugh is short. "Well. Yes." She twists, letting her elbows slide further along the flowery grass and swinging her forearms up to cross behind her head, now fully supine. "Still in touch with anyone, much, from when you did it before? Or did they..." She puffs out a breath, the way someone would blow at a flower gone to seed, sending the little pods flying on parachutes of down wherever the wind will take them. Lujayn's body language communicates tension: the draw of her shoulders, stretched legs crossing, eyes downcast. "Not at Telgar. I didn't make many friends there. But Fort, where I grew up," Her gray gaze lifts, not defensive, but curious in turn about Leova's curiosity. "My friends have all grown up into the fighting wings, and Zahava, she's had to take over for Weyrwoman Jenna since the accident." A similar puff of breath, easing into this new seriousness bit by bit. "It's not as bad as people think it might be. It's not like friends...go away. They just change." Leova stays where she is, the way she is, the grass growing up all around her. Now and again her eyes track skyward, following a cloud or looking past out into the blue. Sometimes they linger on flowers, or on Lujayn. She meets the other candidate's gaze for a little while, not in any hurry, not with any difficult questions such as why she didn't make friends, there. Or why friends seem to be in one category, Zahava maybe in another. "All doing the things they're going to do," she supposes, looking back up into the blue. "Forever. No straying..." |
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