Logs:Secondhand Leathers
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| RL Date: 8 May, 2015 |
| Who: K'zin, Yesia |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'zin supervises Yesia's hunt for usable riding leathers, and somehow remains oblivious to the weyrling's proximity the whole time. |
| Where: Storerooms, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 1, Month 10, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Edyis/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Sabella/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions |
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>---< Storerooms, High Reaches Weyr(#273RJs) >-------------------------------< Massive in scale, the Weyr's main storage passage connects to the kitchen on one end and the outbound tunnel on the other. Large enough to admit a wagon laden with goods, the tunnel easily permits the unloading and organization of supplies into the various storerooms. Branching off from this corridor are multiple caverns, the nearer two being 'open' stores from which residents can readily help themselves, while the deeper stores are kept locked up tight with a posted sign and inventory hung on a hook outside of each. An alcove next to the public stores serves as a catch-all area for reshelving items whose destination is uncertain; two sets of stone shelving and several bins hold these items neatly until a stores assistant has a moment to deal with them. Though the storage caverns vary in size, shape, and the smoothness of their walls, all belong to the same system: whitewashed walls, swept floors, and most importantly, neatly labeled and inventoried shelves providing ample space to stow all the supplies a busy Weyr needs. Though there's no direct internal lighting, a glowbasket may be brought in from the niche outside each cavern, the better to ward off pests and the inky dark of deep caves. -----------------------------< Active Players >----------------------------- K'zin M 24 6'1" muscled, brown hair, brown eyes 49s Yesia F 17 5'5" hourglass, red hair, hazel eyes 0s It's less than a day since the weyrlings have been told they should scout the caverns for second-hand leathers, until they can get their own personal sets, and despite her distaste at the suggestion - second hand? - Yesia is one of the first there. Gotta get in before it's ravaged by the others. The redhead's intentions are clear as she digs through the boxes lain out, lifting up a pair of pants here, a jacket there, critically eying them and tossing them aside when she finds them unsatisfactory in some way. She sighs, put out. "No wonder people threw these out." To be fair, seventeen is an awfully large set of weyrlings to be looking for second hand leathers all at once, so it shouldn't come as a surprise that sometimes the AWLMs have been on hand to help the caverns staff and weyrlings alike to find serviceable leathers that need minimal tweaking. K'zin arrives, looking a little rumpled, but since he was only just seen helping the leatherworkers of the Weyr set up for their care of protective flight gear lesson, he's been a busy boy already this morning. He approaches, slowing from jog to walk, though not out of breath (it oughtn't be a surprise with how cheerfully he takes to their daily exercises). "Yesia, hey," he greets as he comes up to the redhead. "Need any help?" Yesia's elbow deep in another box, shifting pieces from here to there, looking not at size or length but shape, if the skinny-hipped, skinny-legged pants she's tossing off to the side. K'zin's footsteps are ignored, but his voice is it. She perks up, looking over her shoulder at him, gracing him with a polite, bright smile that doesn't normally appear on her face in the mornings. "Good morning." She looks between him and the goods in her hands. "Maybe," she says, her tone sounding more eager than the single word. "There's just so much." K'zin has an easy smile and it appears now, a touch rueful as he bobs his head at the younger woman. "Yeah, but better too much than too little." He shifts so he can get better access to the box and 'help' by pulling out items that are obviously too large for tailoring on her hourglass frame. "I imagine by the time you all are done, there'll be almost nothing left," he hazards. "That's why I thought it might be best to come now," Yesia agrees readily enough, not giving much room for him to fit in there, at least not without them rubbing elbows and bumping each other a bit. "And we're all so short," she adds, pulling out a mis-sorted jacket that makes her stand on tiptoe to completely extract it. The sleeves are nearly double what she'd need. "It's going to be so much competition. I don't want to look like...like a drudge." "Smart," K'zin compliments without much behind it. To him, it is. He doesn't seem overly bothered by a bit of bumping, though it certainly doesn't look like he's going out of the way to make contact, just happenstance of working in close quarters. "It is a bit more work for them to tailor these, with the reinforcements here, and here," he indicates a couple of spots on one of the pairs of pants he holds, "but remember, you'll only have to wear these 'til you graduate and turn in your weaver voucher for a new set." That's not so bad, is it? He seems to feel it's reason enough to be optimistic. "You know, I was the oldest child," provides the greenling unsolicited. "I never had to wear secondhand clothes, not really. I mean, sometimes I wore my mom's old dresses, but those were lovely and cloth and not..." she wrinkles her nose at the worn leather of another pair of pants, "sweatstained leathers." A little shudder works its way up Yesia's spine. "Bleh. A turn is a long time, though. Maybe not when you get older," is contemplative, then, "Ooh!" Delight as Yesia pulls out a jacket that looks rather nice, comparatively, and she takes a step back, holding it up to her chest. "This?" Yesia's words earn a laugh from K'zin, but a warm one; amused by her not at her expense. "I've got three older brothers. It was nothing but hand-me-downs until I bet on my own Impression and won," he relates in turn. "It's not so bad," he tries to encourage. "I'm told sweat stains are unforgivable," her really had to be told that to know it, "But I imagine the leather doesn't hold it, just the lining. You could ask the tailors to switch it out if that ends up being a problem. I imagine you can even get scented oils to rub into the leather itself if there's any kind of lingering smell after that." At least he's full of ideas. His eyes draw up to the redhead and her jacket. "Try it on?" He suggests before rendering an opinion. Yesia looks slightly critical of his opinion, at least up until the scented oils. That earns a low, slightly awed, "Ooooh," that says she might plan on doing that, with or without sweatstains. His encouragement to put it on is met with a moment's hesitation, more interested in looking at the potential silhouette she might have with it on than putting it on. The moment passes though, and soon she's slipping the jacket on over her shirt. It did look more flattering not on her, but where it hangs loosely might be repairable. K'zin's brow furrows as he takes in the weyrling greenrider in the jacket, tilting his head a little as if to get a bit more perspective. "It's too loose in some places," he decides, "which isn't good for flight. If you were to fall from your straps or something," to which he hurries to add a firm, "which won't happen, even though it did happen to a greenrider in my weyrling class, but-" extra firmly, "-won't to you, you want your jacket to be more form-fitting so that if it catches it'll stop your fall, not just break-- er. Do bad things." He finished dumbly, his dusky cheeks showing a bit of a rosy blush as he looks to the box. Everyone knows this is K'zin's first term as AWLM, right? Yesia's staring at him, increasingly appalled with each subsequent step and correction. Her eyes are wide, her mouth a bit slack, and when he finishes the greenrider is very quick to peel off the jacket and put it back in the box. "Edyis can have that one," she says, leaving little room for interpretation. She slowly goes back to looking through the items, before asking, "The greenrider in your class, did she...die?" K'zin's lips might twich just a little at Yesia's generosity, but he manages to keep his look fairly neutral. He does some things right! "No, she was fine. They kept her in the infirmary for a time. Quinlys has never had a weyrling die on her watch." This last is said firmly. "There's nothing to worry about." Sure, now he tries to be reassuring. "That's what K'd--the Weyrleader said, too." Common facts! "But nobody's perfect, especially..." Quinlys, ostensibly, before the girl seems to see something else. She bumps K'zin's side slightly in order to reach for it, pulling another jacket out for him to see. "This one," she says, hopefully. It's a nice shade of dark brown, hardly worn except at the regular points on elbows and where the collar folds. She lays it flat in front of them, doesn't quite lean off of their touching shoulders. "That one looks nice, right?" If it's possible for K'zin to be oblivious to the touching, then he is. If he isn't, then he's good at hiding his awareness. (Past experiences would probably point to the former.) His dark gaze goes down the jacket as he says, "No one's perfect, and Quinlys is a lot of things, but one of them is that she's very, very good at her job." Of course, it's just then, when he turns his head to give her a smile that's half-sympathetic, half encouraging, that his name is called by another weyrling who has appeared to peruse a box a little ways away. "Try it on, make sure it's not too tight," he advises of the jacket before rising and moving to attend the next weyrling. Drat. K'zin moving off makes Yesia's mouth twist into a disappointed frown. "Okay," she says, still sounding bright despite her expression, and with a withering glare at the weyrling he moves to help. Better luck next time. |
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