Logs:So New
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| RL Date: 8 October, 2010 |
| Who: Madilla, Qorten |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Madilla meets a new Minecrafter - Qorten. |
| Where: Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 22, Month 12, Turn 23 (Interval 10) |
| 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. A blanket of cold, dense fog fills the bowl with its oppressive presence and obscures vision. What little sun has been visible through today's dense fog is fading, now; the approaching dusk turns the already-dim light darker still. Despite the cold, and the lack of visibility, Madilla crunches through the snow towards the lake, ducked forward to keep an eye on the ground beneath her feet. That she hums, just faintly, beneath her breath, may as much be a warning of her presence as an idle, contented reflexive gesture. Sitting on one of the largerocks, this young man with the bright red hair is seeming to be polishing a statue of somesort. And although the light is fading, he doesnt seem to mind the dim light. Qorten looks up as he hears someone crunching there way through the snow, he waits till she is close enough to see him before calling out "evening" The fog is thick enough that Madilla is very close indeed before she can actually see the Approachingentice - and even then, her body shifts as if to suggest genuine surprise. But she tips her attention towards him, and, with a visible smile, returns the greeting: "Good evening. Awful night to be out, isn't it? Except that sometimes I just need to be /outside/, regardless of the weather." Qortenlooks down and shrugs abit saying "I dont much mind the inside, but I do agree that a person needs to get /outside/ every now and then." He turns and slides down the rock as easily as a dragon glides down from the air. Once he is on the ground he turns and gives a bow and says "I am Qorten, Apperentce Miner just transfered from the Crafthall." Madilla's initial question, which goes unasked but is visible in her thoughtfully raised eyebrows, is apparently answered by the last of what Qorten says; she grins. "Welcome to the Weyr, then, Qorten. I'm Madilla - Journeyman Healer." She offers her hand for shaking, adding, "I suppose you would be used to being indoors. Or deep down tunnels, for that matter." Qorten reguards the hand but still reaches to shake it, best not be rude, "Well met, and yes I am used to being in doors and in tunnels." He lets go of the hand and shifts a little from side to side nervously, till he blurts out "I am sorry, just not used to touching others, we dont tend to do that much where I am from" even in this light there is a blush creeping up on his face. Surprise and discomfort war in Madilla's features, only to be hastily joined by a pink flush as Qorten explains himself. "Oh, goodness, I'm so sorry," she murmurs, tucking her hand tidily behind her back: out of sight, out of mind. "I do understand, truly. Where I'm from, we don't touch much, either; I suppose I've just gotten used to it, over time. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable - truly." Qorten smiles warmly saying "It is fine, just somthing I too will have to get used too. and no time like the present I guess" He glances around and askes "so how long have you been here? At the Weyr I mean?" "I suppose," allows Madilla, though she seems genuinely uncertain about the concept, her discomfort playing out readily across her face, and in her stance. "I've been here five turns. I was posted here washen I was an Apprentice, too-- it takes getting used to, but it's a nice place to work. Or, at least, I've always found it to be." Qorten nods and seems to get lost in thought abit, as he idly plays with the stone carving in his hand. seeming to come back from someplace far-away saying "Is there a lot of work for you to do here?" Madilla wraps her arms about herself, no doubt at least in part to keep warm, but the rest? It's hard to tell. Her tone, at least, is even enough. "Oh, plenty. There are always things to do: illnesses, injuries, new babies. I don't know if there's anywhere on Pern that doesn't need a good healer around from time to time!" Qorten tilts his head and smiles saying "I am sorry, I must come off as rather stuck up. I well..." he has to pause and think about what he is going to say next. Finaly comming to terms with what he wants to say "This is just so new to me, so I guess I am still coping with the move. It came rather suddenly from home, but I am happy to be here. even though I get lost trying to find my way around" this last part is very nervous, not a scared nervous but rather a genuine apology. But there's only sympathy in Madilla's response, matched as it is to a firm shake of the head. "No, no, there's no need to apologise. I understand-- I do." She pauses a moment, then admits, "I was the same, when I arrived. I was terrified, I think; it's such a big change, and everyone feels different. I promise, though, it does get easier. You get used to things." The relief can be seen visibly though out the young man's stance and shoulders. Qorten looks up at the sky and asks "do the stars every come out here? Or is it always this cloudy?" He smiles back towards Madilla saying "I haven't got to see much stars growing up in the Minecraft and all." Madilla tilts her head up, staring at the low cloud, and smiles. "Oh, yes," she assures Qorten, quickly. "Many nights, it's beautifully clear up here: you can see the moons and the stars and everything. Hopefully, the fog will clear, and we'll get some clear weather soon, and then you'll see." She twists her fingers together, glancing back at the Apprentice. "At least you're used to tunnels and caverns. /I/ miss the open fields of my childhood, sometimes." Qorten grins back at Madilla nodding "oh yes I am used to them, but I still get lost around here trying to find the baths and such. Went looking for the kitchen and ended up in the stables" he glances towards the Journeyman, er woman "would you like my Jacket? I seem to be quite used to this cold weather." Madilla shakes her head for the offer of the jacket, assuring Qorten, "I'm quite all right. I shouldn't stay out much longer, but I'm warm enough for now. The weyr is awfully big, isn't it?" She backtracks to his earlier comment, now, the bob of her head understanding. "At least we live out in the craft complex, now; there's less room for getting lost, I think, compared to the main weyr. Not that it helps with finding the kitchen, I suppose." Qorten chuckles abit and nods "I am sure I will get used to it" He looks up at Madilla saying "I am sorry, I just realized that I might have ruined your night. Did you come out here to do something?" Hastily; "Oh, no, not at all. I just came out to get some fresh air-- it feels as though I haven't been out all day. Not properly. If I'd wanted to be alone, I would have said hello and then simply continued on my way, I promise." Madilla gives Qorten an enthusiastic smile, to back up her words. "I didn't interrupt you, did I?" Qorten smiles and shakes his head "oh no, I was just working on a piece or stone." Holding out the small stone about the size of a persons palm, the ouline seems to be a dragon curled around a clutch of eggs. The edges are taking shape as the dragons back, wings and tail. "it isnt finished yet, but I figured it was a good way to remember my frist days here at the Weyr" Madilla leans in to get a better look at the stone; she looks pleased by it. "How lovely," is her assessment, given after a moment of admiration. "Have you been to see the eggs, then? I've always envied people who can create things like that-- the most I can do is make quilts, and that's not quite the same, I don't think." Qorten nods and smiles "I have, it is an amazing sight" he looks down at his creation in the making and then folds it back into a cloth placing it in his jacket pocket. He grins at her and says "I dont think others see it that way, especially considering where we live now. I am sure your quilts would be more well-cherished than my rock carvings on a cold winters night." "Just wait until they hatch," predicts Madilla, with an amused grin. "/That/ is definitely a sight to see." Of quilts, she only laughs, pointing out: "I won't deny that, though it seems more a matter of practicality over art, there. Of /course/ we all need practical things, but... there's something wonderful about being able to create art. I think, at least." Reluctantly, with a glance back in the direction of the weyr is, even if it's not currently visible, she adds, "And speaking of cold winter nights, I should probably get in. A colleague is watching my daughter, and I can't keep her too long." Qorten smiles and gives a little bow saying "it was a pleasure to meet you, Madilla. I thank you for the company" He extends his hand to shake, but unlike before he is more confident and sure of his actions "You have helped me quite a lot." "And you, too, Qorten," says Madilla, firmly, accepting the hand to shake before she turns to head off back towards the weyr, through the deep, heavy fog. |
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