Logs:Snowballs
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| RL Date: 23 February, 2012 |
| Who: K'del, Toren |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'del and Toren watch some of the weyr children throwing snowballs. |
| Where: Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 22, Month 1, Turn 28 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Steady, today's snowfall sticks, creating dunes on the bowl floor. |
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| Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr The rest of the bowl may be barren, grass barely surviving at best, but here by the lake, it's brilliantly green in the warmer months: thickening and thriving in the silty, boulder-dotted soil just before it transitions to soft sand and thence to the cool, clear water itself. A large freshwater lake fed by a low waterfall, it not only provides warm-weather bathing space for humans and dragons, but has one end fenced off as a watering hole for the livestock in the feeding grounds. The water there is often muddier than the rest of the clear lake, whose shallows drop off abruptly several yards out into deep water, and whose edge undulates against the coarse-hewn bowl wall: here close enough to just be bramble-covered rocks, there far enough away that a narrow land bridge divides the main lake from a smallish pond. Between are several rocky outcroppings that form excellent makeshift diving points, though only one -- across the bridge -- has a set of narrow, slippery, quite possibly tempting stairs.
Toren comes out all bundled up against the cold and he's seeing what some of the other children of the weyr are doing. Even though he's an older teen he's a bit bored. He practiced all morning and he wants some free time to himself. He watches the game of throwing snowballs and he comes up tot he boulder that K'del's leaning against, "Who's winning?" Even as rugged up as he is, and without his knot, K'del is a relatively recognisable figure: the height, the hair, the features that no doubt have been replicated a hundred times over in portraiture and dragon poker cards. He doesn't look terribly formal right now, though - indeed, the smile he aims at Toren is a cheerful one. "Which game?" His head gets inclined towards one set of children, and then the other. "Either way, hard to tell." Toren is new to the weyr he just arrived not too long ago with is parents so he doesn't know all the local celebrities, but he's still on his best behavior as he's an apprentice of the Harper Hall. He looks out at the games, "Well the young ones seem to be winding down, but the older ones seem to be getting more fierce, I hope no one gets hurt." He starts to hum himself as a song has suddenly started to form in his head. Toren is new to the weyr he just arrived not too long ago with is parents so he doesn't know all the local celebrities, but he's still on his best behavior as he's an apprentice of the Harper Hall. He looks out at the games, "Well the young ones seem to be winding down, but the older ones seem to be getting more fierce, I hope no one gets hurt." He starts to hum himself as a song has suddenly started to form in his head. K'del, of course, can't have any idea of what's going through Toren's head, but he does give the apprentice a glance as he begins to hum, gaze sliding up and down before it drifts back towards the children at play. "Reckon they're just glad to be able to set off some steam," he opines, crossing his arms in front of him. "They should be all right. They do this kind of thing a lot." Toren continues to hum softly as he listens to K'del, "Is this their restday? I know that's what the other apprentices and I used to do when we had a free day in the winter, better than being cooped up inside." He starts to sing softly as he can't help himself, "Can't keep us cooped up with nothing to do. Gotta get outside and play in the snow. Throwing snowballs, building snow weyrs, making snow dragons too. Gonna stay and play until the sun gets low." He clears his throat, "Sorry about that can't help myself sometimes." Raising his eyebrows, K'del turns his attention back on Toren for a few moments - and then he laughs. "Harper apprentice, right? Met a few people like you before." It doesn't seem to bother him, not with the way he's shaking his head and smiling. "Think they've just been let out of classes, is all. Plenty of time between classes and chores for a bit of-- well, energy release. Fun. Surprised you're not out there yourself, or are you feeling too old for it?" Toren smiles, "We harpers tend to be a pretty popular bunch. My parents are the new journeyman harpers here they've come to help teach the children, well mostly my mother has, my father is here to find the next great harper." He shrugs a little bit, "I might. I'm Toren by the way. It's nice to meet you." "Ah, yes," says K'del, sounding as though he's just made a connection. "Talren and-- I'm sorry, I've forgotten your mother's name. I did hear that we had new Harpers." His smile is warm as he adds, "Welcome to High Reaches, in any case, Toren. We're pleased to have you. You don't think you're the next great harper your father is looking for? Or is it just he's already found you?" Toren smiles, "Korsal, she's the one helping with the younger children while...well I shouldn't put how my father put it, but he's trying his best to help the older children." He hmms, "Oh he all ready knows I'll be a great harper, I'm his son after all." That, again, makes K'del laugh. "Korsal, right, of course. Talren and Korsal. And Toren." He's generous - and laid-back - with his smiles, and friendly, for all that he's made no move to introduce himself. "His son. Of course! Well, I wish him luck in finding more apprentices. Sure there are plenty of weyr children who'd love the opportunity, if they've the talent to go with it." Toren nods, "I hope so too although there was this girl that had a pretty good voice at least I thought so, but she didn't want to be a harper, she thought she was too old to be an apprentice, but that sorta stuff doesn't really matter if you are good at singing you are good at singing. Right? I've thought about telling my father about her, but she got really huffy with me." K'del turns his attention away from the children, again (he's been watching a couple of the smaller ones, in particular) to give Toren a wry smile. "Reckon it's hard for some people to think about giving up their adulthood in exchange for apprenticeship," he remarks, relatively even-toned. "In a weyr, you're an adult as soon as you finish your harper classes and take on a proper job. Can you imagine giving up that freedom for turns and turns of study? Don't think I could." Toren wells softly, "If it's something you really love to do or something you really wanted to do. I guess it could be hard for some people, but it'd be a shame if a talented voice was wasted." Softly, though not so low as to be a whisper, K'del agrees: "If it's something you want enough, you'll make it happen. Certainly seen that often enough. But not everyone with talent /wants/ that, I guess. Sometimes, talent doesn't come with-- ambition? Inspiration? Whichever it is." Toren nods, "True, but some things you can't make happen no matter how much you want them, like impressing a dragon or something else that's beyond your control." He hmms, "I guess not it's just a shame, but you should do what you love even if you might be better at something else." "Also true," allows K'del. "Know plenty of weyr kids who always intended to Impress and left themselves nothing else. When it didn't happen..." He trails off, then shakes his head, as though he's attempting to shake the thought away. "But, yes: do what you love. That's the important thing. Life's too short to do things that don't make you happy, in my opinion. Even if that's just-- throwing snowballs." Toren nods, "If it was meant to be it'd happen." He looks out towards the snowball fights, "So are you going to join or just watch?" K'del sticks out his tongue, letting a snowflake land on it before he sucks it back in. "No," he admits, though he sounds reluctant to admit it. "Reckon my being in the middle of that would just cause more drama. One of those things you've got to-- well. Accept, sometimes. But /you/ should; you're not so much older than most of them." Toren hmms as he looks down at the snow fight, "I don't know it's hard to join in sometimes especially if the battle is all ready going?" He hmmms as he looks back and forth for signs of anyone he's met before. "If I were you?" K'del points at the snow at their feet. "Make a snowball, throw it. If you hit, they'll notice, and you'll end up in the thick of it: they're pretty inclusive." He pauses, grinning. "In my experience, anyway. Just stay away from the little ones." Toren nods a little, "I think you are right. I'll see you later. I'm always out and about playing, maybe we'll meet again sometime." He heads out to play with the older kids and he picks up a snowball and he picks a target and tosses it. There's some kind of hesitation before K'del responds, and the glance he's aiming at Toren, this time, is inclined towards the quizzical. A moment later, however, he's agreeing, "Entirely possible. Have fun, Toren." /He/ will stay where he is for a few minutes more, before two of the youngest participants - small boys who can't be more than four or five - hurry back towards him. The three depart together, tall man dwarfing the red-headed boys as they troop back across the bowl. |
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