Logs:The Reparation of Singed Bridges
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| RL Date: 31 December, 2014 |
| Who: Lycinea, Telavi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Lycinea introduces Telavi to her/Tomic's kitten and tries to build bridges already singed by association. |
| Where: Craft Complex, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 10, Month 9, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Farideh/Mentions, H'vier/Mentions, V'ros/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated! |
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>---< Craft Complex, High Reaches Weyr(#2176RJ) >----------------------------<
A passageway hewn into the rock and heavily patched with cement leads a
short distance in to the bowl wall, with a door on either side. Lit by
regularly spaced glows, the white-washed walls have been covered over by
colorful tapestries, wall hangings and pieces of art made from metal and
wood. To the left of the entranceway, just a single step inside, a spiral
staircase opens out of the wall, leading upwards through the stone.
Further down, a doorway opens to either side of the corridor, while at the
far end, there is a hewn-stone staircase leading up to the residential
quarters, wreathed by two final doors to private quarters and the bathing
room.
The door leading to the east opens into an expansive room that seems to
provide both general working space - with long, bare benches and chairs -
and a cozy lounge complete with over-stuffed sofas and a few fuzzy
armchairs. Three tall windows are carved into the stone, and offer air and
light when the heavy wooden shutters are left open, though the lounge area
has to make do mostly with glows. A hearth at the back of the room
provides both heat and basic cooking facilities. The white-washed walls
are bedecked with decoration - from quilts, to tapestries, to wooden
carvings and metal sculptures.
The western door leads into another passage, off of which the main
workrooms have been built. The loading dock is at the northern end,
leading back out into the bowl, with the rest of the rooms leading deeper
and deeper into the wall. The kitten, who has no name yet, has been invaluable in Tela and Lya's sewing efforts for the afternoon. They have, thusly been abandoned in a tangled pile in favor of watching the kitten claw at the sacrificial fibers, it's not like Lya's project was of particularly high quality to begin with and she was going to have to unpick an awful lot of stitches anyway. Still not sufficiently straight. This, this lying on her stomach on the rug in front of the hearth of the crafter's lounge, a place neither of them have any real right to be, is much better than sewing anyway. "Do you get along with girls?" She asks Telavi as she reaches out a hand to tug a snarl from the pile and begin to pick at the threads idly, not yet attracting the attention of the kitten whose current mission is ensuring there are no nooks and crannies that need to be kitten-filled in the immediate area. Perhaps the kitten has already had an unfortunate experience for she seems to do well with keeping in sight of the younger blonde. "Yes?" Of course she does, so maybe she didn't hear Lya right; Telavi gives the other blonde a bemused look from her own spot on the rug, leaning against the chair she had been sitting on before a certain kitten went on the prowl, her embroidery tucked under a fold of her skirt. Those were Lya's fibers that got sacrificed, with merely a token one of Tela's that quite possibly she didn't care for anyway. "Why, don't you? Well, not counting the ones you live with," and work with, and then there's Tela, and... "No, not really. And most of the girls I know don't either." Lya's fingers pick-pick-pick at the snarl without much success. "Actually, I have this one friend, Farideh, who works in the laundry... do you know her?" The glance is side-long and both curious and to some degree calculated. She's trying to go about this carefully. People do tend to have strong feelings about Lya's friends. If she hadn't been looking at Telavi, she might have missed the way Tela wrinkles her nose-- but not what goes with, "I do know her," namely, a sigh. Because of course Tela's friends would be friends with people who aren't each other's friends. There's a faint smile that shadows it, though; of course. "She's a-- pariah?" The sigh. It's echoed by the younger girl. She knows that sigh. "No, she's just... She likes to be in charge. And know the most and be obeyed." Lycinea looks unhappy. "I think it's because of how she grew up and where. But it makes her awful sometimes. But when she's not being awful she's a really good friend." The blonde lets go of the snarl without trying to do much more to it. "Do you think you could try to be friends? Or at least friendly? All my other friends hate her or like to fuck with her, and it just... I only have a couple friends and it sucks when they're constantly clawing at each other." Because even though she's sworn off being in the middle, she's in the middle. Does Telavi roll her eyes? Yes, she rolls her eyes-- all that obeying bit, in much the same way she's commiserated with some episode with someone-or-other else where that someone-or-other actually happens to be something like Lya's boss-- but then Lya's going and looking unhappy and... this time she has to sigh again. "Well, I'm not clawing at her," she says, "because I do hardly know her," and distance makes for less clawing, conveniently enough, "but you know I don't like snotty girls, Lya. Snotty anyones! Especially when--" "She can be not snotty," Lya says, drawing breath to make the argument. "She can be really nice, Tela. And she is right about some things." Like the turnover party being awful, but she doesn't say that lest they get distracted debating. "I wouldn't bother being friends with her if she was always awful. I think probably it's just that everything to do with the Weyr is new to her defense mechanism is to be distant and bitchy. Or just bitchy." She's seen it happen. "You should hear her talk about home though, or about sewing, or about other things she loves." There's a smile for all that, a little wistful even. "Actually, it's even funny sometimes when she's being bitchy, if it's not at you or someone you like," this is confessed as if it is a secret vice, like enjoying a mean-spirited rumor. "Most people can be not-snotty if they want to," says Tela with a little quirk to her mouth-- and yes, 'sewing' does attract curiosity, but-- "It is, isn't it? Does she always stay friends with... her other friends?" "Um." Lya is uncertain, that snare gets another pick. "Which other friends do you mean?" Telavi bites her lower lip momentarily: so many things she could say! But-- "Just-- I hope you don't fall out and then she gets bitchy at you." Telavi, done that. "I think we sort of go in a circle," Lya admits, "But it's fine. I just don't know how to do as I'm told." This admission comes with a close-lipped smile that shows the beginnings of dimples to the older woman. "Anyway, I was thinking if I intro- reintroduced you, you might be able to see the good not-bitchy-at-you side and maybe we could all be friends, or at least friendly." So she doesn't have yet another awkward a-friend-of-yours-is-not-a-friend-of-mine scenario in her life. Telavi, not entirely reassured, though her mouth does quirk up in response. It's short-lived. "She also slept with my friend's-- not-quite-weyrmate-- thing. While she was pregnant." Not that H'vier knew it was his, and okay, maybe they weren't monogamous then, but Tela's counting! "H'vier, you mean?" Lya looks at the greenrider dubiously. She probably guesses this because it's the only person she knows for certain that Farideh has slept with. "And... Tayte? Right?" The name is pulled from memory. "Anyway, she's not sleeping with him anymore. And she probably didn't know he was an asshole. She thinks he is one now." Does that help things? Maybe. First Telavi has to say, "Tayte may not live here anymore so we don't see each other as much," not to mention the whole 'busy with big job' part, "but that doesn't mean I should be all," toss hands in the air, oops, did that get the kitten's attention? "'Everything's all right now.' Because she's my friend." Telavi looks at Lya with very serious blue-green eyes. "But-- H'vier. What do you think of H'vier? Is he still..." a wave of her hand, a lift of her brow. "An asshole?" Lya squints at Telavi. It's entirely possible she doesn't remember exactly what she said a turn ago when H'vier last came up between them. "He's an asshole at least as much as he's nice." She rolls her eyes. "I'm certain he'd be much better off if he were a woman." Then, "But aren't he and she-- Tayte, aren't they not together? And I never said you have to be all 'Everything's okay now' but I mean, Tayte's not here, but Farideh is and I am, so it would be nicer for all of us if we could get along. I'm sure Farideh wouldn't mind if you still took Tayte's part when she's around." She pauses, giving Tela a slightly dubious look, "She's not likely to be around, right?" If she were, Farideh might not be so fine with it, if she ever was. Telavi sighs quite as though H'vier resembles that early remark-- and then laughs-- and then sighs. "It's complicated," she says of him and her friend. "And-- that's complicated too. Except for the last part; I don't think she'll be around? Much anyway? She's so happy doing what she's doing, but there's still visiting, especially since her daughter is fostered here, her eldest I mean." Beat. "I want to hear your H'vier-as-woman theory." Before all those other things. Lya squints at Tela, "H'vier's daughter?" But that's not really all that important because she has to siiiiiiiigh. "Well, most men would be better off as women, but H'vier specifically because he thinks without his brain." It's not really much of a theory, but it is fun to think about, right? Telavi waves her hand-- also complicated!-- only to wonder, wide-eyed, "Is that because... women get by better without a brain?" There's a sparkle in those eyes, too. "Faranth knows I would," Lya says it wistfully. Some might argue that she already does. "But no, listen," important, clearly, "If H'vier could stop having sex with the wrong people, he'd be much better off. Actually, maybe if everyone would stop having sex altogether, we'd all be better off." For Lya, this seems like a good plan. V'ros would probably agree with her. "But--" Telavi's just started to interject when-- who knew she could be shut up?! It doesn't last, and her eyes don't actually explode or fall out before, "No. No no no no no," this with an 'x' twitched one-fingered into the air. "Why not? It'd be great." Lya says, "Especially since if there was no one having sex, you wouldn't have to hate Farideh on Tayte's behalf just because H'vier had sex with someone he shouldn't. Again. And then we could all be friends and you could teach her how not to be a bitch to her friends, subtly, so she wouldn't know you were doing it, and then she'd never be a bitch to me, and it would be perfect." The blonde seems to feel a little remorse after this because she adds guiltily, "I really do like Farideh. There's a lot to like about her." Telavi's making faces. And faces. And faces. "I like it," she declares. Never mind all those what-ifs, "What you could take away would be bleeding. And hangovers, without not drinking I mean, and-- and stains on light-colored fabrics." Lya wrinkles her nose Telavi, "Well, there. You and Farideh have something in common already. But don't sleep together." She glowers threateningly at Telavi a moment. "Even if she is good-looking." Then it's her turn to make a face, "Ugh, bleeding. Yes, let's get rid of that." The younger blonde looks unhappy. It's abrupt when she asks in a skeptical tone, "Do you think H'vier is actually as good in bed as they say? I can't think why so many women would go with him if he weren't unusually good at it." She makes a grossed out face, as necessitated by the topic at hand. Now Tela's laughing, and that glower just sends her into a fresh paroxysm. When she can finally speak through it all, "I really don't think that will be a prob-- Lya. You would ask that," lamenting. "Reisoth flew Solith once. Before I'd ever met him," so it's totally not her fault. "Ugh, that is not what I asked." Lya makes a face at Telavi and then lets her forehead fall onto her arms, dramatically. "I know. Ugh. So awkward." Telavi makes a face at the ceiling. She could elaborate on H'vier; she could get back to Farideh; she could show an iota of awareness of caring where the kitten's gotten to-- but no. "I'm hungry," she says. "Me too." Lya will hurriedly second the statement that gives them an out. "I wonder if they made cookies today like they said they were going to." The younger says as if she really cares, already moving to scoop up the snarl of string her sewing practice has become and the tangler at once, despite a plaintive mew from the kitten. Picked up and bereft of toy! What a cruel, cruel world. At least it's not so cruel-- for humans-- as to not have cookies. It's while they're in line that Telavi finally supposes with a backward glance at Lya, "I could try to be friendly, anyway, for you--" because this is a favor. "If she's not snotty to me." It's so offhand, despite the emphasis here and there, as to not demand a response. Which isn't to say that there will never be other qualifications, including the openly teasing one of, "And if she doesn't steal my cookies." |
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