Logs:Shiny Finery
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| RL Date: 14 July, 2008 |
| Who: Paige, Nerine |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Paige receives a gift from a secret admirer via Nerine and volunteers to help the other candidate find a suitable dress for the hatching feast. |
| Where: Records Room, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 1, Month 2, Turn 17 (Interval 10) |
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| Winter it seems still holds an icy grip on Fort Weyr though the afternoon seems a bit warmer than remembered. Nerine sits Sprawled over a piece of hide, obscuring whatever text or Illustration anyone might see. And sitting nearby a small package neatly wrapped in hide waits for someone. Paige's cheeks are rosy from a walk through the cold, coat and scarf wrapped neatly over an arm as she ducks into the records room, skirting around someone changing the glows. Beginning to head toward one of the shelves, her steps falter at the sight of Nerine; moments later, she changes her mind and ambles over to the table, instead. "Hey Nerine, " she greets quietly, mindful of the other people poking at some of the shelves farther back. "Mind if'n I join ya fer a few?" The scribe jolts visibly, obviously so intent on her work that she had slid into her own little world. "Oh! Hello Paige, Not at all!" the hide is covered in the beginnings of a green, judging from the dancing of the lines used. "Just catching up on some painting really," she points to the pile of hides with numerous faces and maw's etched over. "I was listed in the garden again. . . I think someone's gone a little crazy." She picks up the package and hands it to the girl before returning to her work. "that. . ." the emphasiss and drawing out of the word is unmistakable. "Is for you." Sliding into a seat next to her friend, Paige tilts her head slightly to peer at Nerine's work, expression delighted as she takes in the sweeping lines and angles that are beginning to form the shape of a dragon. "Tha's some talent y'got, " she says with an admiring shake of her head, eyebrows lifting with some surprise as she's handed the package. "Fer - fer me? Aw, y'shouldn' have." Still, the slim girl carefully unwraps the small bundle, eyes rounding as she reveals one of the silver hairclips she had been admiring at the Sebring camp. "/Nerine/!" she breathes, trembling. "Y'/really/ shouldn' have gotten this! They were so expensive! How'd y'know I was a'lookin' at it, anyways?" Astonished, a finger delicately touches the ornate piece, admiring. "Puts the one I bought t'shame, " she has to admit, "and the one I got's a fine piece, too." "/that/" she emphasizes delicately, "Is not from me." She gives the kind of devilish wry smile that should only belong on the faces of matchmakers and pirates. "This" she indicated the painting that was beginning to take up form. "Is what I was making you" She grins softly. "As for the rest, that my dear is a scribe's secret." She eyes the piece with a mischievous grin. The work was of top quality she noted with appreciation, likely it would pass under the giver's inspection with pleasure. "Not - not from ya?" repeats Paige, startled into staring over at her friend, agape. "But then, who would -- " And a funny look comes over her briefly. After a moment, however, she shakes her head, dismissing whatever train of thought she probably had in favor of giving Nerine another pleased smile. "Yer really makin' tha' fer me? Tha's lovely!" Her fingers stray again to touch the glittering pin, all silver and shine and glass in a soft blue-grey that rather matches her eyes. Nerine grins like a child who has stolen a peak at their presents on turn day. "That I was sworn to secrecy on." the look in her eyes told she would not betray the confidence. She glances speculatively at the gift, "I will say that I've never seen anyone hand over so many marks so willingly only to see someone smile." There seems more to the thought but she leaves it there. "Yes, I am. " Paige is clearly delighted with the gift, but she still frowns a little, thoughtful. "If'n s'who I think - " and she breaks off, flustered. "Nerine, what do I /do/?" she asks then, giving her friend an anxious look. "I mean, y'dun do somethin' like tha' fer someone unless y'want t'go a'courtin' or somethin'. If'n yer a guy." Fidget, fidget. Ah, but it could very well have been a girl, too; an expensive gift doesn't necessarily equate to a male admirer. Nerine sighs. "Considering they asked me not to tell you?" she frowns. "I think that they wanted to put a smile on your face," Nerine laughs. "It could mean something if you're a girl too, your aunt rides blue remember?" She smiles perhaps a bit too much at the discomfort that might be attached to that statement. "I don't think you have to worry too much on ether end. They wanted to see you happy, If the intent was anything other than that, don't you think they would have purchased it themselves instead of having me do such?" She poses carefully. She is thoughtful, perhaps pondering the question herself. "Enjoy it, Of course." She shrugs, dipping her brush into a bright wash of grass green. "Er, right, " and Paige doesn't look too comfortable with that idea; in fact, she's quick to nod at Nerine's reasoning, gaze flicking instead to watch the other girl paint. "Yeah, I mean, I'll enjoy it, o'course. S'purty - certainly one o'the purtiest thin's I've ever owned, t'tell the truth. Y'reckon I oughta wear it t'the hatchin' feast? I was thinkin' of wearin' the darker'un tha' I bought, but - dunno, d'you think this one'll be /too/ fancy fer it?" Nerine giggles. "I think someone would be quite offended if you didn't wear it." Silver eyes flash. "It isn't too fancy to wear everyday if you wanted, it suits you really." She is thoughtful a moment. "You aren't going to make me wear a dress are you? " She raises a brow suspiciously. Paige laughs, too, and shrugs a little. "Aw, couldn' do tha'. Too nice t'wear every day. Tha's somethin' t'save fer - real nice occasions. Like feasts and Gathers." So she carefully wraps it back up again, tucking it gently away inside a coat pocket. "Make ya wear a dress? Naw, I wouldn' /make/ ya wear a dress, " replies she, grinning. "But, it'd be awful nice if'n y'did? They're so much nicer t'dance in, y'know. And swishy." Swishy's always good, right? Nerine's brows furrow as she eyes the girl suspiciously. "I don't own a single one." She answers thoughtful. "I imagine we will be making a trip to the caravan at some point. Perhaps you could help me find one?" She postulates with a grin. "ah but I get to help you doll up and that's better than a silly dress right?" "Or I'm sure we could find one t'fix up fer ya in stores, " Paige says enthusiastically, beaming. "But I'd be glad t'help ya find one. And helpin' someone t'doll up is fun, fer sure. S'why I gotta get ya into a dress and do yer hair up purty, too. If'n I gotta wear this silver clip, then ya gotta wear the one I bought. It'll look real nice on ya and'll go with 'bout any color o'dress." Nod. Nerine gives a look of mock horror but it doesn't last, even the scribe occasionally entertains the idea of getting dolled up. "It will certainly be fun." She marks. "Oh very well then," She giggles. "Who knows maybe you will find out who sent your present." A grin at that then a twirl of the brush through the mug sitting nearby. "Seems like everything is moving so fast anymore," she notes, gazing away as through some invisible window in the stone. "I think Green or blue," she mentions softly. "well lets go then, before someone else beats us to the stores." Paige ducks her head slightly, doing her best to disguise her flush by pushing her seat back and getting to her feet, shifting the coat on her arm. "Thin's do seem t'be goin' quickly, " she agrees soberly, brightening a little as her friend mentions colors. "If'n we can find the right shade o'blue, it'll look real nice on ya, Nerine. I'm sure we'll find ya somethin'." And they're off on their next mission: Get Nerine a dress. |
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