Logs:Settling In at the Reaches
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| RL Date: 21 December, 2004 |
| Who: Amarie, Carianna, Rylla, Satiet, Th'res |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| Where: Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 10, Month 8, Turn 1 (Interval 10) |
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| Diving Cliff The afternoon sun wans along the western rim of the bowl, the rays casting a golden light tinged with rose onto the waters below. Far below, the shores are scattered with the various people setting up for the summer barbecue, their laughter heard in an errant breeze here and there. Standing on the edge of the precipice, arms flung out wide, a damp looking Satiet stands by herself, her blue undertunic dripping with remnant lake water. With her head tipped back to catch those last rays, she calls up brightly, "Glorious, glorious sunlight." It's the closest point to the skies from the ground apparently, and she's taking as much advantage of it as she can. Amarie She has full, wavy, below the shoulder-length hair that has been lightened to golden brown by the sun. The soft tresses look as if they want to curl or frizz, but aren't sure which to do just yet. Her hair frames a youthful face, oval in shape with a sweetheart jaw line and chin. Her cheekbones have become prominent on her face, rosy colored from an ever-present blush that's gives color to an otherwise pale face. Brown lashes frame her large, gray-green eyes. Her nose, like so many of her family members, is slightly up tilted and short. And there, on her lips, hidden in the right hand corner of her mouth is a secret kiss, belonging only to one person. They part in a smile to reveal slightly larger teeth, that make it look like she has an overbite to them. Her 5'6" frame is curvy and healthy looking. She's wearing a cotton white shirt that buttons up the front to her collar. It is long sleeved and there's a white Candidate knot tied at the shoulder. She wears a soft beige print skirt that's got a split for riding in the middle. She wears ankle high boots beneath that skirt. She wears no jewelry or ornamental decoration. She appears to be 16 Turns, 10 months, and 11 days. Carrying: Slightly Tinker "Come on everyone let's go jump!" A group of older teens, some candidates and some not head up towards the cliffs for diving. Amarie is one of them. As they climb, her eyes get bigger and bigger, the grey outshadowing the green in them. "I don't think I want to," she says as they get higher and higher, seeming to chicken out. Satiet's arms lower, her hands going to the hem of her tunic and wringing the excess water out. Distractedly, she glances over her shoulder at the approaching group of candidates, the barest flicker of annoyance on her delicate features. Her head shakes, droplets flung out from her hair at the movement, and she inches away from the precipice, allowing the others to converge and jump should they wish to. In the process, an eyebrow lifts, her attention caught by Amarie. She calls down congenially enough, though a dark shadow clouds her blue eyes. "It's not as high as it looks." "Ah..." Amarie doesn't look certain. As those brave souls start jumping over the edge of the cliff, she ventures closer and looks down the several dragon lengths to where ripples appear in the water before the people do. Her eyes nearly cross and she backs away a bit. A twitchy smile surfaces on Satiet's lips, her arms crossing over her chest. "Or you don't have to jump, whatever." Feigning disinterest, the dark haired girl takes a few baby steps back to the edge and peers down, the aftermaths of a particularly stout candidate's splash flicking upward towards her feet. "You'd think dragons wouldn't pick the fat ones." The thin sleeves of her tunic are rolled down, the soft fabric billowing in the breeze. "They'd see someone that chubby and think of how it'd weigh on their backs, but I suppose it wouldn't matter so much. They seem to carry excess loads well." She wanders over to Amarie, casting the other girl a studied look. "Candidate?" Amarie nods her head at Satiet in answer to her question. "The dragons pick who they pick," she says evenly as if not in agreement with the statement about the chubby ones. She stands more towards the rocks of the plateau than the edge. "Are you a candidate?" she asks Satiet. "Oh, I suppose I am. I have a knot and all, and.." her pointed chin lifts a fraction, bringing her entire stance somewhat taller and straighter to add inches to her slight height. "I've seen you in the barracks, I think. Satiet, Tillek. You?" Assessment brightens the pale gaze, the other candidate receiving a quick once over, approval skipping through her eyes at the clothing. Satiet gestures to the edge, a dare flicking in her blue eyes, "Are you -scared-? Or do you just not know how to swim?" "Neither," Amarie says though her voice would lead one to believe otherwise. "I'm Amarie. From Beastcraft. Are you the one who sleep over in the cot by Jairen's?" she asks. "Because there's someone there with the same dark hair as yours." "Craftbred. I don't believe you. But that's fine. I'm sure if you're scared, it's easier not to live up to the fact that you are scared." Satiet replies, an unpleasant burr of condescension distant in the overall friendly tones. Her hand waves offhandedly, as if it's possible to physically push the subject away. "Perhaps. Too many of us to bother remembering who's who, I suppose." Satiet relents a bit however, the inflection of her voice changing as does her stance to be more open towards the other girl, "I think it's Jairen anyway. Have you met many of us yet?" "No I don't think so," Amarie shakes her head. "Well I met Jairen the night I came in because she was awake. I know the people who I've been assigned chores with since I've been here but I'm not much of a talker when I'm working." She creeps over towards the edge. "You jump first," she says as if she might follow. "I've already jumped, and I'd rather be dry when I meet other people in the Weyr." Satiet jerks her head sharply down to the beach, "Dinner's outside today, I heard. It's only polite to look your best, within reason, and I'm afraid dripping wet isn't one of them." As such, the tangled locks of her now only slightly damp hair is bunched up onto her head and pinned through with a clip from her pockets. "You should keep away from Linnea," she comments blithely, "I've heard she doesn't bathe very often. But it wouldn't be nice to tell her that, see." "Mmm," Amarie agrees with a nod. She looks at Satiet a moment before saying, "I think I'll walk down then. No sense in getting wet before the dinner." She inclines her head a moment saying, "Nice to have met you." And turns to begin walking down the way she came up. There's a few rough patches where she might almost slip off, but she manages on her feet. The look Satiet casts Amarie is thoughtful, the tug of her lips downward not altogether pleased, but after a while, she too follows after, pulling on her loose summer sweater on the way down. "Hey, wait up! I'll walk down with you." Bare feet skitter along the dirt, pace quickening until she comes up near the other girl. In the sky above, Cibeth launches into the sky from Cibeth's ledge, low on the Eastern bowl wall. In the sky above, Cibeth flies down to land gently at the lake shore. You walk down the path leading back to the lake shore. After tracing the line of the bowl wall for a few dragonlengths, it turns north and winds its way between rocks and boulders before opening up to the lake shore. Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr This shoreline marks the edge of the freshwater lake that fills the southeastern portion of the bowl. The gritty dirt of the bowl gives way to smooth sand. Dragons adore diving from high above into the lake's deep center, often imploring to their lifemates to bathe them with sweetsand. Humans and firelizards alike frequently fish from these clear waters, which are abundantly stocked. Across the lake, the bowl wall rises high into the sky, its face dotted with weyr entrances. A few dragonlengths above the water, glimpses of a level cliff can be seen amidst boulders lining the edge. Just south of here, a smaller pond of water is divided from the main lake by a natural bridge of land. A path leads across the bridge and up to the diving cliffs, winding through a dotting of small boulders on its way. The early evening crystal clear as the sun sets over the western rim of the bowl. There is a light breeze that ripples across the lake. Contents: Rylla Cibeth A firepit Carianna Scrap3 Obvious exits: LAke Pond Diving Cliff Bowl Amarie comes down from the winding path to the diving cliffs. Amarie has arrived. Rylla doesn't look overly impressed about having to eat on the beach. After a few grumbles she heads off to stroll along the lake shore. Carianna chuckles, shaking her head lightly. "Looks like she hasn't changed any over the turns." She gives the matter little thought after that as the cooking pit is stocked with wood. Satiet ambles down from the diving cliffs, her pace unhurried as she skitters down the last little bit of incline from the steps. She's close at the other candidate's heels, the dampness of a dive a few hours previous still lingering in her hair and the slip of tunic visible beneath her sweater. "How long've you been here then? Amarie, was it?" Bare toes rake idly through the little bit of sandy shoreline the lake offers, her destination the people gathering for tonight's dinner. Amarie ventures down from the diving cliffs, perfectly dry and not at all water-bound as some were up there on the plateau. "A few days now," Amarie says to Satiet. "Nearly a sevenday I think." She smiles, "Caritha and Semirath are the ones that brought me here from Beastcraft." Rylla turns about as voices are heard, her had inclining in a silence greeting to the pair of Candidates. Otherwise she seems to not pay too much attention to anyone. Carianna kneels and offers Dzzie a small bit of firestone. Standing back, she nods to the little bronze lizard then watches as he flames the wood, setting it ablaze. Carefully more wood is added and embers begin to glow with heat as hickory fills the air. From the firepit, Sparks snap loudly as the flames lick across the logs and kindling. Slowly the fire settles into a steady stream of heat allowing the arriving kitchen apprentices to place a cooking grill over the heated red embers. "Karimina and Psamanth picked me up at Tillek." Satiet comments, her nose twitching at the smell of fire hitting wood. The small shoulders bunch up appreciatively and she expels a soft sigh. "Bonfires are wonderful things, especially on beaches, but I suppose, being from the Beastcraft, you've never seen much of a real bonfire, have you?" After checking to make sure that she's keeping apace with Amarie, her gaze drifts towards the other people gathering, pausing with a quirked brow at a group of children playing tag along the shores. "Why wouldn't I have?" Amarie asks, "We have barbecue pits at Beastcraft." Apparently playing this game of 'have you never' she's good at. "And I suppose you've never been around the Hall in the middle of a heated fall, when the blood of culled animals runs fresh all over the ground." Oh yum. Ruin that appetite. Rylla's nose wrinkles as the littles pass by her. After a shiver she turns and makes her way back towards the gathering group. "Eew! Satiet isn't it? I would hardly call that proper lady like conversation to bring up just before we're about to dine." She casts a quick glance towards the baker then adds with a lowering of her voice, "Besides you don't want to give the bakers any idea's." Cook arrives with a large tray of skewered kabobs and an arrangement of sauces which are offered to each apprentice. Slowly the robust woman silently lays out the skewers of cubed beef, tomatoes, tubers, mushrooms, and peppers on the grill to BBQ. Once completed her task, Cook nods to those around before heading back to the weyr's kitchen. Carianna chuckles again after wiping her hands on her apron. "Don't worry about it. She's done worse, believe me." The dark-haired girl's attention is pulled away at the game made of her comments, and a dark smile curves the corners of her lips quickly. "I've gutted fish. It's not quite as messy as bovine, but can be slimier. I've seen mountains of fish flopping on the deck all scaley. But that's neither a conversation for now or here." Satiet's chin lifts loftily, expression flat, though she still sticks to Amarie's side. Every so often, a surreptitious glance sneaks over to assess the other candidate. "It's rude to try and make someone feel squeamish right before a meal." Her steps do halt at Rylla's approach and her face colors up quickly. "-I'm- Satiet, she's Amarie. If you're going to be scolding anyone, it's only right to scold the right person. Ma'am." The last word is tacked on stiffly after a quick glance at the knot that rests on the greenrider's shoulder. "And it's rude to try to make a candidate feel stupid," Amarie counters with. But it's not mean-spirited, more like she's got a younger sister she's bantering with. "Hello Greenrider ma'am," Amarie says to Rylla. "I am Amarie and that is a very nice tunic you have there." She looks down at the green tunic with the ivy trim. "Very nice threadwork done there." Rylla's ire lessons quickly as her hand lifts to brush against the embroidery. "Do you really like it Darlin'? I did it myself you know. Just one of the many talents I brought with me from the time before I was ever searched." Lifting her gaze she comments to Satiet, "You can't blame me for getting a few names mixed up no can you? With so many of your Candidates running about its bound to happen from time to time." Tables are quickly set up to serve the multitude of foods, as drudges appear and softly converse amongst themselves as they work. Soon large serving bowls of tossed salads, dressings, trays of deviled eggs, pickled beets, roasted porcine, grilled fish and corn on the cob are displayed. Carianna mans the kabobs on the grill then calls out to the Candidates with a Laugh, "Just don't ask her to take on Feeding grounds detail. She thought it meant feeding the penned animals freshly baked bread and serving them wine." "I'm sure, ma'am. But I rather like my name. It fits me." The flush remains high on her cheeks, but her voice takes on a less indignant intonation in her reply to Rylle. She's silent for a moment longer as Amarie compliments the greenrider, before also offering her own greeting to greenrider and baker, "Evening." About to continue towards the fire and the smell of food drifting from Carianna's direction, Satiet blinks, a second lingering look afforded the other candidate - a double take if you will - before her expression lightens and soft laughter bubbles from her throat. "I dare say, you've a tongue to match your looks, Amarie of the Beastcraft. You'll have dinner with me then tonight? Are you an apprentice there? "I really do like it ma'am," Amarie nods. "Good needlework should always be appreciated and if you're the one that did it, I think I know who to come here for help with my own threadwork." She smiles at Rylla and says, "Amongst other things I've been told to come to the candidate leaders about." She nods at Satiet and says, "I'll eat with you. I'm not an apprentice no. I'm currently on hiatus from being the Assistant Headwoman. If I don't impress, Headwoman Kaye will give me my job back I hope." Rylla's angelic smile is bestowed to Amarie but the baker's words make it vanished quickly. "Another honest mistake." The greenrider defends. "How was I suppose to know they actually thought I'd touch beastie parts?" Taking a look along the shore line again, Rylla heads back in that direction now that the littles have wandered off. A misted spray of water erupts as a wave hits the shoreline making a few of the lower cavern girls giggle and rush closer to the lake to frolic in the evening tide, making a multi-colored rainbow appear to arc over the lakeshore. Carianna watches Rylla head off again then winks towards the girls. "Don't mind her. She's a pain at times but if you say out of her way she'll be tolerable." Amarie looks a little confused by the double conversation taking place between herself and Rylla, herself and Satiet, and the one between Carianna and Rylla. "She didn't seem like a pain to me," Amarie informs Carianna. Heading towards the fire spits she asks, "What are they cooking?" Checking the spits out. "Assistant Headwoman? You don't look that old though." Once again caught a bit off guard, Satiet's eyes widen fractionally at Amarie's answer. "I suppose though, headwoman have to train up from when they're young too," she muses aloud, finally reaching Carianna's side. The discussion of feeding grounds duty is given due regard, mostly by her grimacing, but is ignored in favor of happier things, like leaning forward to sniff in the scent of barbecued meat appreciatively. "It smells delicious." She peeks up at the journeywoman baker with a half-smile, "My mother could never work with meat like this." The dark-haired girl nods, watching Rylla's retreat towards the children, "Honest mistake, I'm sure." Rylla heads out of ear shot from the gathering seeming to dismiss them for a spell as she makes her way further down the waterfront. Carianna laughs. "That's what we all said when it happened. Did I hear correctly? Your Satiet? That must make you Amarie then? She asks both girls with a warm smile. "Thank you. As for what's cooking, there will be a variety of grilled foods tonight. I'm working on the kabobs at the moment. The Porcine was done earlier and soon the cobs of corn will be added. "Do either of you enjoy cooking?" "I'm nearly seventeen," Amarie informs Satiet. "How old are you?" She turns and with what could be an almost impertinent smile says, "No I'm Satiet and she's Amarie," Pointing at Satiet. "Cooking is alright," Amarie waves a hand in a so-so motion. "I prefer planning the menus with our cooks instead of actually cooking though." Littles are gather by the pond, cheering on one brave lad trying to catch tadpoles with his bowl. Nanny, watching over them is busy explaining to a three turn old girl that the tadpoles are not to be eaten as she washes the girl's tongue with a damp cloth. Satiet continues flatly, "Though what bovines will do with wine, I'm not sure. It could've been intentional," she remarks, watching Rylle from a safe distance. "Satiet." Pleased, her blue eyes flick towards Carianna, shadowing a bit at Amarie's exclamation. "Or what she said. Because we're so easily indiscernible." But make merry and do as happier people do, and so a cheerful smile is forced out, a finger reaching out to test the ends of one of the kabob sticks, coming up quickly to her lips. "Hot." Around her finger, she considers Amarie, "Past seventeen, and no, I actually prefer eating to cooking, but girls should never eat too much." "Careful Satiet, they are indeed hot." Cari warns lightly. A tong is used as each skewer is turned carefully. "Your both the same age? What a coincidence. So tell me, have you both managed to settle in comfortably in the barracks?" Drudges begin to pass around to the guests, small plates of carbo mousse with a delicate crescent pastry on the side. Murmurs of thanks are voiced as band of littles reach out eagerly for their dessert with wide eyes and opened mouths. "May I have two of those kabobs please?" Amarie asks, "Steak bits preferrably." She looks at Satiet and says, "I wouldn't have guessed you to be older than I am." Amarie takes one of the plates of carbo mousse with a thank you to the drudge giving it. "Not much older," Satiet remarks pleasantly. "And judging age based on height and looks, I suppose isn't very wise." Her hand reaches out again for a kabob and then halts, a sheepish look on her face, "I suppose I should wait." From behind her, a high-pitched voice calls out her name, and the dark-haired girl glances back, rolling her eyes slightly, "I'll be back, eh, Amarie, baker ma'am." Dipping her head towards the latter, she goes over to meet a small crowd of giggly girls. (Later on!) "Not always. My family moved around. We settled at Keroon for a tiny bit before we moved to the Hall. Dad wanted to change his Journeyman knot into a Craftmaster's knot," Amarie informed. "Plus he wanted to be closer to the place of his youth I think." Th'res nods "it is good to spend time where you have good memories" he looks around abit and grins "that is why I love coming back the the weyr" Amarie nods. She looks like she'd want to say more, but someone comes up to her, another candidate saying, "Amarie, Rylla says she wants to see you /now/." With the emphasis on the now, making it sound urgent. Amarie stands to her feet. "I wonder she wants?" She looks confused as to why she'd be wanted. High in the bowl, Lysseth circles lower in the bowl, towards the western wall. Laughter and vivacious chatter can be heard from the shore near the steps up to the diving cliff and Satiet's slight figure can be seen speaking animatedly to a group of other girls, a mix of candidates and residents. Every so often a smirk tugs lopsided on one corner of her lip, especially when one of the other girls speaks, and a look of complete boredom mars her delicate features. "You -would- say something like that, anyway..." And even as she chatters, when she passes by the dwindling crowd at the barbecue, she wiggles her fingers towards a familiar face, "I'll see you later, Amarie." A cordial nod is afforded the brownrider. You wander north towards the main bowl area. |
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