Logs:Searching For Sunniva
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| RL Date: 20 September, 2008 |
| Who: Fiorella, D'kai |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Fiorella is looking for her sister. |
| Where: Commons Cavern, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 18, Month 10, Turn 17 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Sunniva/Mentions, Berit/Mentions |
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While not nearly as large as the living cavern, the commons do serve something of a similar purpose as a gathering point for residents. There are a few scattered tables and chairs, with a section of counter carved from the native granite for general use. The typically cool floors are covered with a handful of rugs, while tapestries serve to blunt the chill emanating from the walls. Lighting is provided through glow baskets for the most part, although some individuals might bring in a lantern if they think to. It's a fair bit quieter than the living cavern and is designed more as a location for residents to meet and work on whatever work needs to be done -- mending, cleaning, and tending to children are only a small sampling of the things that can be seen going on here. It's most active later in the day, after the bulk of the work is done and people start to settle in for the night, but it's never empty of people. It also serves as a hub for a variety of useful caverns -- the nursery is located across from the residents' dorms, with the bathing cavern situated between the two. The candidates barracks are somewhat off to the side, closest to the tunnel that leads back out to the inner caverns. 'Round dusk - meals eaten, drills well over - the commons are fairly bustling with activity; residents hustling here and there, tending to this or that, herding along the youngest to bed. But it's a new face (new to the commons, at new, though perhaps not to the Weyr) that pokes in through the door, now, and D'kai slips into all the murmur and chatter of aunties and uncles and parents with children, a brown-wrapped package in hand and a rather bemused expression painted across his features. Nonetheless, he stands a-tiptoe, perhaps trying to pick a face out of the crowd, apparently to no avail. "But I have to talk to her!" Fiorella protests loudly as she's one such they're trying to send to bed. "How come he doesn't have to go yet?" she asks, trying to prove her point as she throws a hand out to point towards on of the boys her own age. The nanny finally gives in, chittering about how she has another hour and she'll still have to be getting up and this and that, but the girl isn't paying attention anymore as she wanders further away from the halls and towards people. "Got outta that one pretty good, didn't you?" D'kai winks down at Fiorella as she passes by, passing that package in hand from one to the other before finally he just sort of balances it on his body between wrist and hip. "What, bedtime? Already? For you?" Tsk, tsk for all those pushy nannies, the bronzerider shakes his head. "You can't be a day under eleven turns. You're pretty much allowed to stay up as late at you want once you're that old, you know." Fiorella grins. "I did, didn't I. Its only fair that if he's the same age as I am and he gets to stay up then I should get to too." Its only logical after all. The girl wrinkles her nose a bit, sticking out her tongue at the back of the nanny who way trying to shuffle her off with the rest of them. She might just seem a bit familiar. Then looking back to the young man she raise a brow, "Eleven... really?" Well doesn't that just burst her bubble. "Only fair!" D'kai's nodding agreeably along with Fiorella's words, quite cheerfully in fact, though perhaps his attention isn't quite all there - he's still lifting his chin, quirking his lips, looking around that cavern. Hmm. Not here, maybe. But despite his distraction he does participate in that tongue-sticking-outing, because he hasn't had one of /those/ in a good long time, and finally he glances down at the girl for her tone, frowning just slightly. "What - not a day over twelve? Thirteen? I'm miserable with guessing ages, you'll have to forgive me." Fiorella giggles at that. While she may have been flustered with the mention of eleven and staying up, as he tries to guess again she can only laugh and shake her head. "I'm nine." she replies. "Who's that for?" she asks curiously as green eyes alight on the package he holds. Ah! "Nine! Of course!" That's - close to thirteen, isn't it? Sure! D'kai beams down at Fiorella, almost proudly. Within five Turns, at least, maybe that's a record. When she indicates the gift, however, the man hefts it lightly and does another fleeting scan of the cavern, gives a little toss of his head. "I don't think she's here, actually. I was hoping to catch her before she left but - you know how things are." Sigh. He perks up anyway, asks, "So, what're you going to do with your well-earned hour?" Fiorella sends her own glance around the cavern, though her shorter vantage point makes it that much more difficult to see anything she's trying to. "I don't know." she replies with a frown, "I was looking for someone, but I don't think she's here either. I do so hope she didn't leave already." Cause you know, that would be disastrous from the way she makes it sound. D'kai /hmms/ quietly, tapping a finger lightly along his chin, thoughtfully, and tucks that package higher and a bit more neatly right under his arm. "Well - with my brawn, and your brains, I'm sure we could find /anyone/ in this Weyr within the next hour or so. Anyone in specific? Or just one - her? Any her?" He picks out one nanny in particular, indicates her with a motion of his chin. "That her? You looking for her? I found her!" Fiorella glances the direction he's pointed and rolls her eyes. Not so funny anymore. "Sunniva." she says, giving the name of the particular 'her' in question as she turns her gaze back to the rider. "I wanted to talk to her before she left. But... I'm not sure that she hasn't already gone." Sure, he's still funny! Come on! But D'kai relents - only to start in surprise at that name. "Oh - uh - hey. Yeah. I'm actually looking for Sunni, too." This earns a contemplative gnawing on his lip as he sort of half-squints down at Fiorella. "I have a package to give her - but why are /you/ looking for her?" It's not accusatory, merely curious, and he turns as though to pad back out into the hall. "Wanna go see if we can track her down?" Green eyes narrow at the man as he admits to looking for the same person. Curious. And that package. "What's-," she starts to asks, but changes to a simple nod. "I would, if you don't mind. You see, when I talked to her last I kinda.. might have.. you know.. yelled at her a little." she begins her explanation. "Okay, I was mad at her, but I wanted to be able to apologize before she left for good." Sigh. Her interest is averted as D'kai slips the brown-wrapped gift away, with an almost embarrassed chuckle, and he wags his head. "Just a going-away present." And onward! He ushers Fiorella into the hall, with a soft little, "aahh," and a sympathetic sort of frown. "Well, did she deserve it? I mean - not to say I'd be shouting at her - but, if she's done something that deserves a little shout, then...?" His step slows, just for a moment, and the bronzerider runs a hand through his hair. "She's not - going away for good. Not forever, at least." His questioning only seems to find Fiorella getting upset with the woman once again. "It might as well be." the girl replies with a huff. "Last time she left she said she'd come back, but she didn't. And she didn't even write me. Not -once-." the girl throws a hand out in front of his face, holding up a finger in emphasis. "In my experience people tend to keep on doing things the way they've done them before." Deke's quick to back up, then, (verbally, not physically, though he does crane his neck a bit down towards Fiorella, almost hesitantly patting at her shoulder before thinking ht best of it) with a eloquent, "Um." Then, hopefully, "It wasn't a misunderstanding or anything? Like, some runner somewhere lost a huge pack of all these letters she wrote to you and now they're some avian's nest, somewhere?" No? He purses his lips. "Well, listen, she's supposed to write me, too, so if she does I'll tell her quite firmly that she's to write to - um, you." Casting about for a name, perhaps, with that last little pause. Fiorella blinks towards him at the thought of the letters having been lost. "Well I never got -any- in the whole time she was here. -If- they were lost then he's a -terrible- runner." And clearly should not have his job any longer. She nods however, that seems as good an idea to her as any. "She did say some people that could bring me to visit if they had the time. That's why I came in the first place. To visit. I thought for sure they'd be happy to see me, but they just got all upset and wanted to send me right back. How terribly unfair is that?" D'kai, at least, has an emphatic nod of agreement for /that/. "Terrible runner." It's definitely a better alternative, anyway, to the prospect of the letters never being written at all; that poor, nameless runner with all the bad karma coming his way will soon find his shoes lit on fire, or something. "Oh, yeah, for sure. You ever need a ride - Mickey and me, we'll hitch you one." Come full rider, and that's what he does? Offer to shuttle people around? Well, whatever suits. "Send you right back? Without even /tea/? Terribly, /terribly/ rude! But you're here now, right?" Clearly. "For now," Fiorella returns with a frown. "They seem to think that if they let me stay for a sevenday then they can shuttle me back and I'll be more than ready to go home." Something that she most certainly has a differing opinion on given the frustration in her tone. "Berit only even agreed to a sevenday after Sunni showed up though. She was set on having T'rev take me home right then." Pensive, D'kai mulls this over for a few moments, pausing here or there to poke his head into a passing doorway, take a look around, and carry on down the hall. "The Weyr's not /all/ that terrible. Sunniva liked it enough to stay. Shards, Berit /Impressed/. So how bad can it be?" The lad peers appraisingly down at Fiorella. "Doesn't sound like you agree, yeah?" Finally, it /clicks/. "Hang on - you're their sister?" The 'But that's... impossible!' is passes by, though the surprise written on his face certainly doesn't. Fiorella nods. "I don't think it is. I mean I haven't been here all that long yet either, but..." Well what are her choices? She doesn't really have any being a child. "But they stayed," and he says it, "Exactly!" And then she blinks and nods. "Yeah..." she is. "What's so surprising about that?" Looking fairly pleased at her exclaimed, one-word agreement, Deke nods, though he's still staring down at Fiorella; shock, probably. "Well - you know. They're all... skirts, and perfumes, and properness and things. And... I didn't realize there's /more/ of them. Of you, sorry. It's surprising, that's all." Any kin of Berit's should be placed on a shelf like the perfect little doll they were, shouldn't they? But he just sort of shrugs, wets his lips, and gives a vaguely apologetic smile. Fiorella laughs. "You don't have to tell me what they're like." she returns with a roll of her eyes. "I know what they're like and they can keep their skirts and ruffles." Those are not her cup of tea so to speak. D'kai chuckles and wags his head, "Suppose I don't, hey?" And her further explanation earns another grin, a flash of teeth down towards her as though 'round yet another corner. Still no Sunniva, and the lad is looking a bit distant, as though inquiring through dragon's mind of her whereabouts. "Ah! So more of a - pants girl, I guess? Good on you. I'm not so much for skirts, myself, you know." Fiorella snerks. "Well you're a boy. I think I'd be scared if you were a skirts person." she ends with smirk. "But yeah, pants are -much- easier to run around in, but Leoren won't let me wear them." Grumble. This does not make her happy one bit. "But, I guess I just have to deal with it for now." More laughter, for that last, clear and bright, although D'kai's now got an inexplicable little frown pulling at his mouth. "Hey - listen -" A nod, a quick interruption of his own words to reassure, "Well, no worries about that here at least, eh? Can dress however you like!" - but then he's back on track and grimacing and suddenly peeling away down a nearby corridor: "I've gotta run. If you do see her - tell her I've got something for her, will you?" And he does, with a parting waggle of fingers before disappearing behind a chatty group of residents. |
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