Logs:The Odds
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| RL Date: 23 August, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Faryn |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Faryn and Edyis talk duties and futures (and humour, and heart). |
| Where: Garden Patio Ledge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 18, Month 8, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions, Alida/Mentions, Bristia/Mentions, Farideh/Mentions, Irianke/Mentions, Keysi/Mentions, K'zin/Mentions, Lilah/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, R'hin/Mentions, T'mic/Mentions |
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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.
Warm sunshine and cloudless skies make for a beautiful day and pleasantly
warm evening. A breeze tempers the heat with no humidity lingering in the
air. It's late in the afternoon; Edyis sits propped at one of the tables facing the bowl, notebook open and a box of pencils at her side, sketching as it would appear. Akluseth is enjoying a summer swim and thus nowhere in sight, even as the scribe lifts her mug pausing briefly in her work. She's observant of the comings and goings around but might give the appearance of being in her own little world. Faryn's exit from the Snowasis to the ledge is burdened with a satchel on her shoulder, crosswise over her chest and a pitcher of beer with the customary pair of glasses that comes with it, though nobody is in her immediate company to share it with her. Someone's had a long day, it seems. With her back turned, it's unlikely that Edyis will notice the former-herder before she hooks a chair with her foot and drags it out, unless the sound of the satchel slapping her thigh gives her away, but she takes the seat across from Edyis without asking for an invitation, sets the pitcher and glass down and then heaves a sigh, which is apparently in the place of a proper greeting as she tries to sort out her things. The smile that twitches when the former best crafter takes her seat, "You, look like you could use a drink or several." Edyis comments of Faryn, setting the sketch aside for the moment and propping her hand on her chin. "Don't tell me you've started as Farideh's assistant and she's already driving you batty." "Just a long one will suffice," Faryn replies mildly, slinging the satchel over the back of her chair and pouring the drink herself. "They only gave me one glass," comes the explanation-as-apology. Once poured, she pulls the glass close and doesn't even take a sip; just rests her chin on the rim and looks at Edyis with a wry smile and a mysterious, "You know Farideh." "I'm sparring with a few folks from Snowdrift later on, best to have a clear head for that." Ed smirks at the apology, but she does watch the former best crafters with keen interest. "I know Farideh, to an extent." She laughs, dark eyes focusing on the woman in front of her. "Don't tell me assisting has already got you itching for another way of life, doesn't bode well, having wanderlust like that so early in life." Nevermind that Faryn is older than Edyis by a couple turns. "Tell me your problems," She splays her fingers dramatically, "And I'll think of a remedy to help you forget them for a while." Huh? (Type "help" for help.) "More for me," Faryn says without the proper enthusiasm of one about to keep an entire pitcher to themselves. "Snowdrift, hm? T'mic too. Do you like it?" Now she'll take a drink, with a shrug for the question Edyis' posed. "I'm not itching for anything, really. It's just a change of pace. A change of schedule. I miss the option of sleeping in the stables, but I can't smell like hay and shit going to meetings behind her. And I'm supposed to dress the part, sometimes," which is the worst part, if the emphasis and grimace is anything. For her problems? Faryn has a shrug. "I guess if you can poke one of those golds into the sky, it would help." "They wanted us, which is more than I can say for any of the other wings. Akluseth's happy that Jorrth's there too. They work well together." She laughs, "If you ever need a quiet night's rest, grab one of the ones on elevator duty, I've got a damn comfortable couch, and I don't mind one bit if you crash now and then. I remember how awful the resident dorms were." Lifting her mug, of tea with a half smile. Of poking golds into the sky Edyis snorts, "Poke them in the sky, maybe but I can't make a queen rise before she decides to, I've heard there's ways but It wouldn't do to have another case like Aishani's on our hands." She tilts her head then, "We should go see my sisters at the hall, the journeyman Greta is under does really decent work for reasonable prices." Faryn's brow raises slightly. "I wouldn't look at it like that. Maybe everyone just wanted you equally and they wrestled to see who got you guys." A snort of amusement at the prospect, and a gentle shake of the head. "I'd hate to be in your way," Faryn says lightly, sounding not the least bit reluctant at the offer. "Maybe. Occasionally. Though I suppose I should convince T'mic to let me stay before I come pester you, shouldn't I? Those are the rules, right?" Faryn laughs a little at Edyis' objections to the golds, tipping her glass until the amber brew tips precariously near the lip without quite spilling it. "It's barely a problem anyways," Faryn remarks. "They'll go up anyways, sooner or later." "Mm, now wouldn't that be a nice ego boost." Edyis laughs, "Well if you two are already that close, but tell me Faryn." She leans in, "Would you actually sleep at T'mics?" She shrugs, brows knitting together, "That's what worries me though. Farideh isn't ready for that. As a Junior sure, but she needs more time. Irianke had turns before she had to take over." "You don't know it's not true. Picture it. F'der and Mielline, wrestling for you and then Mielline romping him royally to claim you. It seems a much better way of sorting it out than paperwork." Which is to say, it was probably decided by paperwork. When Edyis leans closer, Faryn's expression grows bemused and then, in increments, self-satisfied, a small smile curling her lips. "Why wouldn't I? He used to sleep in the hayloft with me." That's a brilliantly misleading statement, but she just drinks at her beer to hide her short-lived amusement. "I don't figure we have a choice, if Roszadyth rises first. If queens know what the weyr needs, as some of the records say, then maybe Niahvth will go up first on principle. Or maybe not, and we all go through trial by fire under Farideh. Point is, we don't get to pick. Trust me, I've had this conversation. The thought of her getting the senior knot scares me shitless." Edyis laughs blithely, "R'hin used to joke around and say it was all decided by back room poker games." The confession of sleeping has those ink-dark eyes wide and focused on the woman then. "Didn't know he had it in him." Laughing, "If you need a break I can always find another spot to sleep." She teases. "I only bet on a sure thing Faryn, and this one, I'm not putting marks on," She shakes her head. "The problem with wanting more is that the time you had to laze about on beaches cuts back considerably." "Well, if that's true my faith is completely gone. I wouldn't play cards with R'hin unless he was naked so he didn't have anywhere to hide his cards." It says something - who knows what - that she says that with a straight and apparently serious face despite the absurdity. And despite the fact that she's the rampant cheater. "He didn't," Faryn says, not drunk yet. "I did." Ba-dum-tsss. "I'l keep that in mind. If nothing else, we can sit and gossip about politics in private." She leans back in her chair, proping it on the two rear legs and balancing it carefully as she continues, "You sure you don't wanna? Farideh's 1 to 15 right now. It's closed a bit, now that she's graduated." Twitch goes the corner of her mouth, just a bit. "You mean you don't have time to laze anymore?" That Edyis starts laughing uncontrollably at the idea of R'hin playing cards naked is probably telling, but it's Faryn's seriousness that really drives the point home and for several moments, Edyis works on that thing referred to as breathing. "At least he looks good naked, for a man of his age." Shaking her head, "Or else Bristia wouldn't come out of his weyr half dressed all the time." There's a nod for gossip, and the odds earn a smirk. "Fine, I'll bet a mark both ways then. If I lose it won't hurt too badly, and if I win, well the odds make up for it." Lifting her mug again. "Snowdrift's more active than I expected, and now that we've graduated there are some business ventures that require a touch more attention. But I was referring to you as an assistant, rather than my graduation." "I wouldn't know," Faryn says evenly of R'hin, her mouth pinching tight as she holds her own laughter in. "Maybe he is just good with his mouth, at more than talking," the older woman suggests, still struggling to stay level in her demeanor. "A mark on each is hardly gambling," she scolds Edyis, but holds out her hand for the marks anyways. "I'll put you down," she assures, "and we'll hope you lose, eh?" On her own free time, Faryn swirls her glass contemplatively. "It's not so bad. We get to go to places she's expected to be seen. That helps. Plenty of gathers, if not always beachside. I can't do but want more, so I'll live with the horrible consequences of gather dresses." "It's possible." Edyis allows laughing baldly. "We will take a visit to Weaver hall then and find you something appropreate. With dresses it's all about finding the right blend to move in. Besides some of them are quite fun to get out of after." She settles the mug down and tilts her head, "And I think we can probably arrange to find a bit of trouble on days you are really frustrated. Between You Alida and Keys I've missed having regular sparring partners." "Faranth, can't I just wear pants and braid my hair? I don't have the time for this nonsense. Hours, she takes sometimes, getting her hair just right and her makeup perfect. It's...insane," she emphasizes, leaning forward with wide eyes. "Pants, Edyis." There's a snort for getting out of them later, and a low mutter of, "I can get out of my trousers with just as much fun, so long as I'm doing it right." But trouble, and sparring light her up. "I can get on with that, though. I'll be lucky if I remember how to throw a punch." "You don't have to make as much of a scene of it as she does, but there are things to be mindful of, Holds especially regard appearances carefully. Bristia might be able to help you figure out a look that stays practical but effective." After all Harpers seem to have managed the skill, "Well then, we are overdue, you should take up with a few folks, sharpen up on the basics. With the way things have gone, and that Fortian gold is going missing... You want to be careful." There's a darkening of her expression at mention of Lilah, worries that will never be answered. Faryn sucks the back of her teeth with distaste, but ultimately decides, with extreme reluctance, "We'll see." Faryn's frown at the mention of Fort's weyrwoman is distant in it's disapproval, the kind of frown people get when they have no particular attachment to the actual emotion they're regarding. "I never met her," Faryn says. "Wherever she wound up, I doubt someone who can vanish a weyrwoman is going to be thwarted by a knee to the nuts and a few punches to the face." Edyis snorts at that, "That isn't what I mean Faryn, just make sure you can look out for yourself." Her mouth slants, and it is pushed off with a shrug, "I heard you wanted to stand again too, or has your mind on that changed?" "I'll manage somehow," assures the former apprentice mildly, drinking down the rest of her beer and setting the empty glass down. The rate she's going, it'll take some time to finish the entire pitcher - if she does at all. "I'm Standing again," she says in a way that brooks no argument. "I've got two promises. I'll collect them." Her mouth thins a little, but there is a nod. "And if you don't impress this time?" Edyis wonders softly. "Not that I think it is a possibility for you, but it's something I want you to think seriously about and consider," Edyis states slowly. "I stood twice before I found Akluseth. And while there are many things I would change about that decision, I am still happy to have made it. But do you think you can be happy if that isn't what fate has in the cards for you?" Faryn is quiet for a bit, long enough that the only sound is her moving to refill her glass: the chair legs thumping to the floor as she shifts her weight followed by the clinking of glassware. It's long enough that she might not even acknowledge the question. She takes half the glass in a few long swallows, tilting her head to consider the glass half empty, then the pitcher. "I'll have to, the same way we'd have to deal with Farideh as senior, if that's what happens. I'll make my life just fine whatever happens, but I know the thought of leaving without trying again, before I can't. I know I can't be happy if I don't try, so that's about the same." Edyis nods in understanding, "I know that, all too well, believe me. I just want to make sure you aren't diving into it blindly, not that you ever truly were I suppose." Edyis leans back in her chair then, dark eyes watching, "But I would recommend using this time to figure out if assisting Farideh is something that you could do indefinitely. And if not start looking for something that you enjoy, there're plenty of folks to talk to in that regard." Faryn offers, looking slightly smug, "I've got options. But I'll keep it in mind. If it means one Reaches goldrider doesn't get murdered in her weyr, well - maybe it would be worth every single grey hair she'll give me." Right now? Her expression is neutral, not really betraying how she feels about her new tasks; the newness hasn't worn off. Edyis's mouth slants, studying her friend with a sigh. "There was a time when I was jealous of you for not impressing, but knowing what all you are about to take on? I wouldn't trade you positions for all the world." She laughs, her gaze drifting out to the bowl then. "Who knows what you will become now." "For not --!" Faryn scoffs, rolling her eyes at the brownrider in exasperation. "Jealousy gets us nowhere but miserable, I think. I'm done with it. You should be too." Edyis shrugs, "I want you to scoff at me when you are shoveling dragon dung at three in the morning and you over feed your lifemate because you forgot to eat the entire day." Something wry in her smile, "I can't help but be jealous sometimes, but I do try to keep it to a minimum, and it doesn't mean I can't be happy for others with things go their way. "Ed, that was my life for ten turns. And now I've just changed 'shit' to 'laundry'. If it was the last turn I had to do it, maybe it'd be worth it." Faryn props her chin in her hand, sounding amused. "If you're going to try and warn me off, tell me that Quinlys and K'zin sing to you to sleep night or something. That oughta do it." But she shrugs. "I suppose that's the best I can ask for." Edyis snorts, "I'm not trying to warn you off, I'm just letting you know how much I will be giggling at you when it happens." That wicked smile curving up brightly. "I'm curious to see what happens, personally. And there is ... well the whole no sex thing ... so, you know there's that. And if Mic and Jorrth wind up as part of the weyrling staff, I'm sure that will make things all the more awkward." She sing-songs. A knowing expression crosses Faryn's face, half of her mouth twitching as she suppresses a smile. "Absence makes the heart...or whatever, grow fonder. I bet it was easier on you, if you were anything like T'mic. All you blushing virgins." Or so she's heard. But she has to add, "Being vicious doesn't suit you, you know." "I'm hardly vicious, you laugh at me all the time for my comedic tragedies." She points out with a blithe smile, "and yes, the lot of us blushing virgins. We had no idea what we were missing so... that helped tremendously!" The memory it brings back is causing her ears to turn scarlet. Edyis laughs, "So is it a heart thing with him?" She wonders, the laugh fading to something softer, more pensive as she pulls the notebook back, closing it and folding her arms over top, resting her chin there. "That's because the difference between comedy and tragedy is the length of the fall," protests Faryn with a laugh. "You trip, it's funny. You fall off your dragon, it becomes a little sad." Just a little. But, "You're blushing," Faryn says, which makes exactly one of them doing it. "Adorable." The glass moves to her lips again, but she hesitates for, "Clarify," before she takes a drink. Edyis laughs, "At least I can amuse." She smiles, "Yes I am, but I'm definitely not a virgin anymore, so blushing isn't limited to virgins." There's a pause as she tilts her head at Faryn. "I mean, you've more experience in the world, Farideh does too. Is he something more than just good company for the time, or do you know?" Oddly curious. Faryn sobers a bit, her brows knitting together while she thinks. Another swallow. That sound she made with her tongue against her teeth, considering. "He's pretty much the sweetest guy I've ever met," is not, perhaps, the answer someone wants to hear to that sort of question, but at least she elaborates. "I don't really know. I'm just enjoying it while I can. Until one of us wants something the other can't or won't give. He wanted, before all this, kids and - and a wife? A family, a plot of land, all of it. That's not me. If he gets it in his head again..." One shoulder lifts and drops shallowly. Edyis mms then. "I suppose that's the way of relationships then, until someone wants something different." It lacks any quality of judgment. She stands then scooping up her supplies. "You have a long time ahead of you to figure all of it out." She smiles, "I best get going, but any time Faryn, let me know yeah? Talk or just peace and quiet for a few hours. Faryn lifts her glass in a farewell toast, leaning back in the chair again as Edyis stands, her expression mildly bemused. "Your sparring," she notes of the abrupt excuse, but makes no further comment on it. "I'll do that. I appreciate it. Don't let them hit you in the face," she advises with a little too much cheer, but then she's turned around to start rummaging through her satchel for - well. Something. Surely Ed will be gone before she finds it. |
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