Logs:The New Woodcrafter
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| RL Date: 15 March, 2015 |
| Who: Bolin, Irianke |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Bolin is lost. Irianke offers directions. |
| Where: Garden Patio Ledge |
| When: Day 7, Month 4, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
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>---< Garden Patio Ledge, High Reaches Weyr(#634RJ) >------------------------<
Partly sheltered by the curving stone overhang, partly exposed to the
weather, the wide stone patio serves as a balcony for socializing or just
plain drinking on a sizable scale. The repurposed ledge might once have
let two large dragons land, but now there's too much furniture for that:
two rustic tables with attendant chairs, plus a couple more in
particularly good weather, and a wrought iron bench situated to make the
most of the view of the western bowl and the lake beyond.
Other changes include rough little niches carved out of the stone walls to
hold glows in colored bottles at night, the climbing plant that's being
trained to grow up along the overhang, and the blue ceramic pots of
flowers that dot the edge of the ledge as a colorful reminder not to fall
off.
An archway leads to the Snowasis itself, housed in the ledge's former
weyr, while a few wide steps descend along the wall to the bowl.
A layer of patchy clouds covers the sky. The air feels cool and damp, but
there is no rainfall today.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
Bolin M 28 5'11" Wiry, Dark Brown hair, Hazel eyes 1m
Irianke F 37 5'7" slender, dark curly hair, stone blue eyes 0s
----------------------------------< Exits >---------------------------------
Snowasis Bowl
>------------------------------------------< 7D 4M 37T I10, spring night >---< No rain plus warmer temperatures equates more skin being shown at High Reaches in a long time. The spring dresses, the almost summer clothing, they're all coming out now, and Irianke is no different. The Snowasis' ledge is seeing a lot more activity too, and the goldrider has claimed one of those rustic tables, her feet up on a second chair and a brightly hued drink in her hand. The sun is just setting along the bowls rim, the rosy-golden color casting a warm wash over a Weyr winding down for the day. She is alone at her table, but the other one has an exciting card game with a pitcher of beer going on at it. Bolin makes his way from the craft complex, a slate in hand that, upon close inspection would reveal a map of the weyr. From the way his dark eyebrows knit together, he is possibly hopelessly lost. Hazel eyes lift then to the lively ledge, and it's occupants and with a skip step the still travel clad man makes his way up and upon seeing Irianke, a wry smile twists his lips. "I don't suppose a lovely lady such as yourself would take pity on a poor lost soul and point me in the direction of the Headwoman's office?" Irianke shows passing interest in the game, or at least the cards visible to her from the way the bluerider holding them fans them open. An amused smile tucks itself behind a closed mouth and she's just about to sip her drink again when Bolin approaches and makes his presence known. Her brow knits together, the secreted smile emerging once more, blossoming into a polite warmth. "I could take you there myself, if you don't mind waiting for me to finish this. For what purpose?" She hasn't missed the slate, passing curiosity dancing gray-blue eyes over it and then back up. Bolin smiles to the bluerider, pulling a chair of his own up at just an angle, not quite intruding but also not too far from reach. "For someone so generous, I could hardly do less than wait with rapt attention." Straddling the chair and folding his arms over the back, his interest in the game modest at best. "I am afraid I am the newest wood crafter to arrive from the hall, and I thought I might get an early start on my work load if I found out which repairs were most pressing." Catching sight of Bolin smiling at the bluerider, and presumably her hand, Irianke asides in the quietest voice, "She isn't going to win, but it's interesting to watch her bluff. Oh! How extraordinarily eager of you." The dry words match her teasing intonation. Her head tilts, causing her dark loose curls to spill over a shoulder. "I didn't realize crafters did the repairs. Is that your primary craft specialization?" When she speaks, he leans in her direction, though not aggressively so. "I'm an old hand at restoring furniture, which is good during a pass when resources are scarce to build new things. It is not as necessary during interval unless you happen to have something so classically beautiful that it merits the extra care. Some of the holds have pieces that are over a hundred turns old." He answers with an easy smile. "I do build things on my own when the occasion calls for it though." "Heirloom pieces." Irianke is definitely taking her time in finishing her drink, a small sip here, another one there. "Like the canopy I inherited at Igen Weyr. Beautiful affair, the detail work that went into it I can't even imagine and I was told it was made several Intervals ago. I brought it with me." The last is added with an absurd shrug and smile. "I realized I'd need something of home to comfort me on ever so lonely nights, and I always sleep best in my own' bed." Another sip. "Does our newest woodcrafter have a name?" Bolin laughs, "Good lady, It truly sounds like a marvel to behold. If I didn't think you would misconstrue me, I would ask to see it sometime. But as for a name, most call me Bolin. What might I call you by?" Canting his head he goes quiet, "What brought you from Igen to this place? Tired of that endless and eternal summer?" "Irianke, gold Niahvth's." That may mean little to newcomers, however. "I was transferred here temporarily to assist in my duties as a weyrwoman as well as Niahvth's," Irianke pauses, lips pursed. Her drink waves, though there's little enough drink that none spills. "Services. And you? Posted to the Reaches by choice, by chance, by order?" Bolin blinks at the introduction, sheepish. "Forgive me Weyrwoman, I saw no knot." The question bears consideration, tipping his chin to his chest. "By order. Though not against my will." He adds the last as an afterthought. "I intended no offense. Though now I feel tempted to bribe you with wine in the vain hope that you might forget whether or not I have behaved badly." "In what do you imagine you've behaved poorly?" The broad shoulder straps of Irianke's spring time dress twitch with another of her shrugs. "I don't find it offensive you didn't know who I was. I don't wear my knot when I'm done working for the day and I find it helps... people understand the distinction between work and my personal time. It's a pleasure to meet you and learn about your craft, though I wouldn't say no to a bottle of wine and more of your company." Bolin laughs, "I unwittingly intruded upon your personal time to ask for something as trivial as directions to the Headwoman's office." He answers standing and returning the chair. "Then I hope that we might continue in the sharing of company and wine in the future. I hope you will excuse me, but I do need to get to the headwoman's office before the day's end." "No excuse. Let me make good on my promise at the very least." Irianke drains the remnant drops from her cocktail and gets to her feet. She's able to carry on superficial chit chat well as she leads Bolin through the Snowasis and down into the lower caverns to where Giorda holds court. A sharp rap on the door, a question, an answer, and then the goldrider opens the door. "Welcome to High Reaches, Bolin." Then departs. |
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