Logs:Still Looking
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| RL Date: 11 May, 2013 |
| Who: Aishani, Telavi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Tela is still looking for furniture and looking for distraction. Aishani provides such, and they talk about family, weyrs, flight lectures... a lot of things. |
| Where: Storerooms, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 4, Month 10, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Iolene/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, Jo/Mentions, N'gan/Mentions, Quielle/Mentions, Sabella/Mentions, E'sren/Mentions, K'zin/Mentions, Meara/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, K'del/Mentions |
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| Storerooms, High Reaches Weyr 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. It's not that only weyrlings raid the storerooms, but at least it's been long enough since they got their weyrs that that mad rush has died down to occasional visitors. One of them looks more likely to move in, though, Telavi awkwardly reclined on a couch, hides on her lap, studying. Except she keeps shifting, trying her feet up and then her feet down, dissatisfation flickering in and out of her expression. At least her boots are off, so there's no messing up the upholstery there. Occasional visitors, and the usual traffic of the stores - the people that work there regularly, pass in and out for kitchen supplies, and the people (or person) that, every time the weather gets cold and supplies get low in certain areas, has to stalk the shelves and double-check the inventory with the obsessive interest of a woman who doesn't intend to go without again. That might be what brings Aishani in and amongst the furniture today, clipboard in hand, expression still darkened, as it has been for most of the past month. When she spots Telavi and her restlessness, she notes, "I'll try not to interrupt." It's more of an offer than an apology. Her eyes lift, and all of a sudden Telavi smiles, sparkling for all that she's clearly tired as she sits up. "Please don't. Try not to, I mean. It's lovely, but it's not in the least comfortable," this with a lingering pat for the couch in question with its plush fabric and swooping back. It's getting colder outside, but she's still not bundled up in the caverns' relatively even temperature, her flight jacket turning out to be what she'd been using as a pillow but her trousers just cloth, nothing yet for between. Sparkling is likely not a reaction Aishani gets from many beyond her own Iesaryth at High Reaches. It's enough to give her pause, cause her to glance between couch and clipboard with a brief purse of lips - she could work and talk - but Telavi's welcome has her taking the spot indicated anyway. She perches on the edge if it's uncomfortable anyway, crossing long legs; she looks less tired than weary, but it all amounts to the same thing. "Are you still looking?" A tap to the couch with her pencil. "Or is it just quiet here?" "Still looking," Tela confirms. "Though it's some of both. I'm just picky," and for all her phrasing, unapologetic. She tips her head back again, this time against the couch's back, and it's just a little too low to the point that she has to borrow the arm of her jacket as a pillow. "I'd like three of them, really, no table... your weyr, was it very much as you wanted it when you moved in?" Does Aishani remember her weyrling days? Aishani, unsurprisingly, doesn't think there's any need to apologize for being picky. "I suppose there's always buying if nothing suits. It might take time to save up, though, and there's no one giving out advances. Though perhaps I ought to offer them once you graduate; Iolene was kind enough to Azaylia and I." It could be argued that weyrwomen might have different needs, but everyone likes nice things. Quirking lips into a faint smile, recalling that long couple of turns ago, "My weyr, I believe, is more or less the same now as it was then. It's too big. I imagine it's meant to intimidate, but I don't like people in my space, so the effect is lost. Is yours all right?" "Did she?" and Tela half-turns so she can look at Aishani a little better, smiling. "It's funny, that's the sort of thing one doesn't hear about her, but then, who else would know. It's always the big things." Tela shifts slightly more, drawing up one foot to rest it high on her thigh, half-lotus. "And my weyr's good, really good. It's not too big at all, sort of cozy and layered? Maybe I saw a couple beds here I liked better, but that one's too match-y to swap out as well as being heavy. And the ledge... it's got a strange shape, Solith could block it if she ever wanted to." If either of them could imagine Solith ever wanting to, or holding up against an aggressor who did. Perhaps a little sadly, "I suppose it would be. She was just... nice, Iolene. She did things because they were kind." Aishani takes some time to consider her next words, but just leaves it at: "She was naive." Something that one might think would be judgmental from the goldrider, but isn't - just faintly regretful. But that's easy and better to leave alone, moving on; "Doesn't sound like it's worth moving. And would she want to? Do you expect unwanted visitors, stalkers?" Her dark eyes brighten on Telavi, amused. "Something to hide?" "Did she," is touched with different intonation, softer, not meant to interrupt. Tela gives Iolene and her presumptive naivete' a moment of silence before marshaling further thoughts, and a smile deep enough to show dimples to go with them. "Oh yes, definitely, ever so many things to hide. Such as quite a few pairs of matched socks, believe it or not. I hear they're in quite short supply. No journal or anything, that's just asking for trouble, though we could pretend I'm some exile's very special heir cherishing a very special heirloom, if you like." "It seemed that way to me." Not that Aishani has a lot of experience with that, by her tone or expression, but she gives it little more than a shrug for now. With a flash of a grin for Telavi, "You wouldn't want that getting out, about the socks, I think. And unless you want to bother with a code, it's not worth keeping notes, no. I'd expect to the right sort of mind, that'd present a challenge." There's an arch of fine brows, and she considers the story, then confiding, "It would explain why you seem to make Jo... concerned? I rarely see such from her, so I assume there must be something behind it. We could go with that." For now. "We were talking once about light-sensitive inks," Tela begins, only then her smile acquires something like mischief because challenge, yes. But Jo? Telavi draws up her other foot to sit in full lotus, now, with the ease of habit and very well-fitted trouser, and she's just looking at Aishani like she's not sure what that means. The words are easy enough, a light, "I wonder what she'd ransom me for? And what part of the cut she'd demand?" but the rest, the rest is harder. "Really." Aishani seems like she'd be interested in that discussion and whoever 'we' is, but the Weyrwoman's keen interest is part of the problem, really - as curious as her counterpart sometimes, though Iesaryth's intellect, if glimpsed though Solith, is so very vast and beyond the human. Her head tilts as she regards Telavi, still difficult to read, though there might be some sympathy there. She knows about secrets, but it doesn't stop her from wanting to know. "What she was ordered to ransom you for, I suppose. Unless you'd worked out a deal. Have you ever heard of that? I don't know if it really happened, but rumors of some heir or another faking their own kidnapping for the money." With Aishani not having asked in so many words, Telavi's well-distracted by the rest, and though her blush is faint, it shows up all too well on her fair-skinned cheeks. Tela must know, but she doesn't put her hands up to her face, doesn't make any reference to it at all, can only wait it out. "I've heard the story," the weyrling confirms. "One version, everyone's head got chopped off, and the puppets had bits of cloth that splurted through the neck when the head tilted over, we were all very excited when we were five. Maybe we'd have heard a version with the missing Tillek boy," not N'gan, "if he weren't so young." That's not the reaction that Aishani necessarily expects; it raises fine brows again, but she doesn't make reference to Tela's flush... she just looks thoughtful. Interesting. Perhaps that's enough - that and letting the greenrider know she pays attention. "Puppets," she echoes, even so. "I've never seen that. I think I'd like to - I'd guess puppet decapitation wouldn't give you bad dreams? And... maybe so." Tillek draws her brows together and lips into a purse, and she gives the younger woman a glance before, "Maybe that's too sad a story. At least they'll be swimming in heirs soon enough." That's a little wry to just mean the Lady's own child. Consider Tela warned. "It might have been that, or it might have been all the snacks we ate along the way, though my bet would be on the latter. We were lucky... even if at the time I'm told I was all up in arms about some other little girl getting some from each of her parents when the other wasn't looking." Tela pulls a moue for her reputed former self, what can you do. At least for the rest, what she can do is give a lilting shrug for all those heirs. "Out of the very woodwork." Because Lords get fancy wood, even if weyrlings and just maybe weyrwomen don't. "Either seems likely. And do you know if you were concerned with fairness, or if you just wanted more snacks?" Aishani asks like it's an important question - and maybe it is, to her. Maybe it'll reveal something deeply important about Telavi's nature to her, or maybe it's just her way. There's a bare smirk for the idea - or the image - of heirs appearing forth from the scrolling on the back of the couch; shaking her head a little, "Are you finding you're having more free time or less of late?" Whatever else she'd have said is perhaps best not discussed, at least with weyrlings. It may be important, but, "Either, both? I was five." Tela inspects one neatly smoothed thumbnail, and while she doesn't say this like an important statement, "My uncle tried, he really did." She breathes in, holds that breath, exhales. Her thumbnail's sitll there, so she glances over at Aishani again. "It's getting closer to what it had been. When Quielle dropped," and K'zin needed extra help, "it took some adjusting." And Tela makes it to almost all the daily wing meetings, even if they often trade off who's the one who takes notes for the Weyrleader, though that's likely not all of why her tone implies she misses her. Quietly, perhaps in deference to that held breath, "They do try, but it's not the same, is it." Aishani seems to know what that's like as well. Some people don't seem to think she has empathy, but it's clear enough she can empathize with Telavi there, for all surrounding circumstances may have been different. "Not that they can do anything about it. But." The mention of Quielle might just bring a little sympathy to her expression as well, there but for the grace of, and all that. "Is the work that spread out? Or was it just... not having her there to help? I feel like it was always a little different for us, and Azaylia and I had each other." Until recently. But when one unmasks oneself as the mole, these things happen. There's a slight shake to Tela's head as she briefly looks away, down the aisle, and by the time she's looking back she's diligently managed to acquire a new preoccupation, adjusting a strand of honey-blonde hair that really wants to keep escaping from beneath her cap. "He's visiting again in the next seven, he wrote, so that should be fun." She says it lightly, but not as though she's intending to be opaque: she's not minding Aishani knows that it means something, so long as she doesn't have to get emo about it. "I think it's... well, with her gone we're different, you know? There's Sabs and me... but also Sabs and E'sren," a little smile there before Tela decides, "Actually, I'll give you the shorter," and also more santizied, "version. N'gan and Quielle got so close, but now she's out and K'zin's in, and it reshuffles things." She flexes her hands as though with an invisible deck. "N'gan... well, I shouldn't blame him, I don't know what I'd do if things went south between Sabs and me, after going through all this, and for you two...' Even now, turns later, Aishani eyes that strand of hair and the cap a bit jealously. If only things had been done in a slightly different order when she was a weyrling. "Again, even. That should be nice, yes. I'll... have to see my uncle soon myself, my aunts. It's been a little while." That's more reluctant than regretful - it may not be a fun trip. And she won't judge for lack of emo from Tela. It's really not her thing either, even if her queen might tend to give away their moods. She's certainly quite interested in the inside scoop on the weyrling relationships, given her approach seems to be to leave things to the Weyrlingmasters, by and large. It takes her some time to choose her words, though it's hardly unusual. "Perhaps it's good, in a sense, that these things come up so early. Perhaps that's the purpose behind the program, a... sort of capsule version of the same sort of thing you end up with in the wings." There's a pause, before, "I can see being concerned. But my circumstance is unusual. Quielle... well. That'll become apparent." Not that she said anything, by the glance she aims across the couch. "Every month or so? But then he's a rider," which would nearly make it possible for he and Tela to eat dinner together every single night if it wouldn't lead to one of them stabbing the other with a fork, or more likely an unlucky bystander. "Do you have cousins? I don't, didn't even see mine much, but it was a lot easier than the old generation on that side, maybe that would work for you." She's fallen silent as Aishani has, however, rather than filling the rest of the gap. That wording, that glance at the end there, they pull an appreciative smile from her. "One of these months," she agrees. "As it is, it seems a little like being in the greenhouse here." With a nod, "Often enough, but not too often? I think most people are like that, from what I can tell." From what Aishani gets from talk, from how people complain about parents and visiting and such. With a sudden, lovely smile for Telavi, or more for cousins, "Yes. Many of them, actually. Much like siblings, though it's been some time for any of them. I... Well. I'll see. Iesaryth is a bit obvious, even from far away." She seems to be considering the idea, though - grateful for it. As for the month, she grimaces a little as she looks down at her clipboard. "There's always something. I'm sure that, in the end, it won't be that much of an issue." Quielle's issue, presumably. Who knows about the rest. "Well, then! I hope it works out for you," Tela says with a quick smile, comfortable enough to casually stretch up her arms long enough to get her back to pop. "Obvious though she is, at least you can decide when it will be, you don't have to worry about them showing up again when you'd just gone out to the Snowasis in your favorite," short, "skirt." Telavi sighs even just from the memory, foiled! Speaking of issue, though, "I'm looking forward to flaming, myself, but they're making us wait. There has to be the 'flights talk' in the meantime, and apparently we can't just get it over with in lecture, there has to be conversation. Was it that way for your class too?" "I suppose there's that," Aishani agrees wryly, thankful for that much at least. Small mercies for her family situation. "Does he not take that to be a bad time?" she wonders, amused. "And I can imagine you would be. I didn't really have that to look forward to, though Iesaryth with quite interested in the process, if not actually doing it herself." The whole 'flight talk' conversation brings a dark smile surfacing; she gives Telavi a nod before, "It was like that, yes. Not that it matters. I don't think any of it helps. I mean, yes, there are the basics, but beyond that... everyone seems to think of it differently, be affected by it differently. I think they must want to make sure you all feel comfortable asking questions." "He doesn't think that way. He just thinks it's evening, so I should be off duty and around, and of course I have nothing else I'd like to do." Telavi could get that to sound petulant with a slight change in her intonation, but as it is, it's more rueful. This time when she stretches, with a quick nod for process, she recrosses her legs so that the other one's on top before tilting her head back to Aishani, "If it doesn't help... well, it's got to help someone, I'd want to think, considering that we have to sit through it. Although actually, now that you said that, I wonder if I should just be glad that the boys," riders of male dragons, "have to sit through it, even if us greenriders have to too... So they're more trained, you know?" Smirking, "I imagine it helps the people who haven't the faintest idea how these things go. And... well. It is fair warning, I suppose. I'm not the best person to talk about it all in a good light, I think. Perhaps someone more used to it." But Aishani's even doubtful about that, about the getting used to it. She twirls the pencil between her fingers, looking up and around at the picked-over furniture with a little laugh. Sliding her dark gaze back to Telavi, "More being the key word there. Half of the flights end up with someone getting punched, seems like. But perhaps it gives them sense enough to try to behave." She tries to sound more certain about that for the weyrling's sake, but... positivity is not the goldrider's strong suit. "Someone with, say, a weyrlingmaster's knot, I guess," Telavi says with a laugh. "Meara's been wonderful, though she doesn't always look happy." Of course, there's not just arthritis, but also weyrlings who do things like crash into each other or break arms or don't talk to their dragons much, completely minor things like that. She follows Aishani's gaze, then reluctantly stretches out her legs the whole way, dipping her toes into her boots without actually putting them back on, yet. "I should get back, Solith's wanting me to supervise dinner. But imagine what they'd do if the didn't have training... three-quarters, or all? of them would end with people getting hit. Still, as long as it's not us," Tela's tone stays teasing even as she reaches down to finally get those high boots back on and lace them securely. "Or, fine, no one else either, because then the Snowasis would be quite the eyesore, and we couldn't have that." With another nod, smile wry, "Meara didn't expect this large a class this late in her career, I think. It's likely busier than she was hoping." Aishani does seem sorry about that, but there's not much she can really do for it, especially at this point. However, despite her discomfort, haltingly, "Please... do ask me questions if you have them. But understand that Iesaryth's flight was atypical, and I feel the custom of letting strangers into one's weyr is stupid." As a caveat. There's only an eye roll and a little shudder of horror for what they might do without The Talk, as she uncrosses her legs, readies herself to stand. "As long as it's not us or anyone all that attractive, I suppose. Though that's subjective." For example, she probably didn't mind K'del's nose all broken and ugly. "You shouldn't have to even more than we do," Telavi's quick to agree. "If I do have questions... thank you. But I shouldn't, not about that." Shouldn't, in that place where second-hand knowledge and willpower collide. And her laugh is bright, for all that she's poised to all but run, one hand resting lightly on the couch's arm as she smiles at Aishani. "Exactly." Right down to the subjectivity, in general and in this case, particular. "Enjoy your day," and in not quite an hour, she'll be doing just that. |
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