Logs:Sweeps and Tea
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| RL Date: 21 January, 2015 |
| Who: Azaylia, Edyis |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Edyis catches Azaylia in the transformation from 'pretend sweeprider' to goldrider. |
| Where: Western Bowl, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 16, Month 11, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: H'vier/Mentions, K'del/Mentions |
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Western Bowl, High Reaches Weyr The bowl's vast dirt floor extends in a rough oval from west to east, only sparse clumps of grass surviving between the crisscrossed pathways of daily traffic. To the northwest stand massive gates to the world beyond, allowing people, livestock, and tithes to pass beneath some of the seven jagged spires that stand sentinel over that area of the bowl. In late afternoons, their spindly, fingerlike shadows stretch over that end of the bowl all the way to the living cavern's hulking brass doors in the far north. Eastward, the bowl sprawls on toward the lake, sloping slightly downward to allow runoff from rain and snowmelt, but to the south it's caged by more cliffs of dark, rough-cut granite. Rocks poke up from the ground here, a few large boulders and many smaller outcroppings worn smooth in spots by time and use. A few ground weyr entrances dot the wall, the most frequented ledge set up like a patio while the largest ledge services the Weyrleaders' complex, directly beside the huge entrance to the hatching sands. A more human-sized entrance, left of that, leads to the galleries. It's a good day for flying, and the fair weather may have been what ultimately convinces Azaylia to join Iceberg's sweeps. Upon their return, Hraedhyth's flames envelope the Weyr, a territorial reminder as much as it is a loving embrace. In the bowl, Azaylia is nimble in her dismount, helmet tugged off to reveal a distracted smile as well as the dual buns that somehow contains her long locks. Her own discomfort, however mild due to the cool breeze, is ignored in order to free the tawny gold of her straps. There are passing farewells to the other riders, but nothing that speaks of a terribly deep camaraderie. While some can enjoy the fine weather for flying, one former scribe is taking advantage of a nice spot to observe the comings and goings of the bowl. While she does avoid the majority of the Iceburg riders, there's a few she at least offers a smile of greeting to. The familiar sight of the browny gold, and her rider has her pausing on her intended trajectory. "Good afternoon Weyrwoman." Azaylia's prompt, "Afternoon." is offered somewhat distractedly, still busy with the straps until the last of the fitted leather begins to slacken. Hraedhyth stretches her stocky neck, giving a full-body shake that makes the decorative bones clatter and clack. Finally freed, the queen is quick to bound forward, ignorant of the dust and wind kicked up by the sudden motion. Shielding her eyes, the Weyrwoman finally turns toward Edyis, "Have any paperwork for me?" Or what is it that makes the girl vaguely familiar? That statement turns the smile into a wide and toothy grin. "Not unless you want to dictate a report on Iceberg's sweeps. Were they over Nabol again?" Dark eyes drifting to the other riders milling about, thoughtfully. Dark brows lift in surprise, "Ah, no. I'm sure the riders will write up their reports for H'vier." And ultimately, the Weyrleader. Faint confusion lingers as she begins to pop open the front of her tawny riding leathers, still watching Edyis. "We didn't fly over Nabol, though I'm sure another pair were ordered to. Better to be safe than sorry." To that the girl nods thoughtfully smiling. "It was a joke." She replies, biting her lower lip at mention of Nabol. "Mm, makes sense. It's Edyis by the way, though I work in the rider's lounge now, more frequently than the records room." She answers with all the confidence of someone not entirely certain the information would be remembered or even important for that matter. "If you do need reports brought though I can run by the records room on my way to lunch?" "Oh." A blink, and then a smile as Azaylia 'gets' it, tucking her helmet into the crook of her arm. The name rings a bell, at least, "Edyis. Right. Ah..." Just as the confusion lifts, it descends upon her face in a squint that she aims up at a familiar ledge. High, high on up, in fact. "Work? I can't imagine there's much to do, with how the bar is set up." Or was set up, before. It's something to puzzle, something that causes her to take a second to absorb that last question. "Mm? Oh! No no no, that's not your job is it? I can't go bossing around people who don't actually work for me." It's all said with a soft laugh. "Sort of bartending I guess you would call it? Mostly I just keep the place clean and pour drinks. Not exactly the most thrilling job, but it's fun." She amends, though the last has her laughing. "Technically the entire Weyr is under your employ, or Giorda's. Really though it's no trouble, I still help out there when I have free time." Azaylia doesn't seemed wholly convinced on Edyis' current occupation, but the rest has her giving a slow shake of her head. "If I ever start to act like the entire Weyr is mine to do with what I want..." That hypothetical, however unlikely, clearly doesn't sit well with the goldrider. Clearing her throat, "If you insist. I may have a plate of... darn. No pastries, no. Well, I can at least offer you a cup of tea, for your trouble?" "Everyone leads differently. I respect that about you. It's also why I don't mind helping a little extra in my downtime." She adds with a smile. "A cup of tea will be lovely, I will have the reports by your weyr in a candle mark?" Preparing to depart? Azaylia looks to have been struck, eyes widening slightly on an otherwise relaxed face. There's a shy smile as she turns away suddenly, "Yes, thank you. That gives me enough time to tidy myself up." Hraedhyth is already splashing about in the lake, convincing dragon and firelizard alike to help 'scrub' her-- a thinly disguised game. "See you then." A soft smile is offered, not quite a farewell, as the Weyrwoman heads toward the steps and her weyr. |
Comments
K'del (23:17, 21 January 2015 (EST)) said...
Azaylia clearly hasn't visited the riders' lounge in, like, turns and turns. XD
Edyis (02:21, 22 January 2015 (EST)) said...
Clearly this needs remedied! :)
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