Logs:The Right Half
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| RL Date: 27 September, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Farideh |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Farideh and Edyis ogle Niahvth's eggs. |
| Where: Galleries, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 7, Month 12, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Irianke/Mentions, Edeline/Mentions, A'rist/Mentions |
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| As the weather gets colder, it isn't all that unusual to find people taking respite amongst the galleries away from the bite of Reachian winter. More so now that a clutch of fifteen sit hardening already on the sands under the care of the senior queen. Already there are gawkers, in the backmost rows, whispering and gossiping. Edyis herself is perched in one of the front most rows, notebook in hand as those dark eyes rest on the eggs and the attendant queen. Quiet for all the chatter. Though this first clutch on the sands isn't Roszadyth, and she's technically not bound to the galleries, it's where Farideh appears, free to her usual handful of hides and accompanying knickknacks. She pauses on the landing to pass a slow glance over all of the eggs -- whichever are viewable anyway -- before moving to the closest rows, where she takes a spot not far from Edyis. In arranging her blue skirts, she slants a look at her former fellow weyrling, her lips quirking in smile. "Isn't it weird? Last time we didn't have dragons." "Faranth yes." Edyis notes with an exhale, and a rueful smile as she looks over at the weyrwoman. "Weyrwoman." She gives an official greeting, but the smile is one reserved for friends. "I imagine it's even stranger for you, given that Roszadyth isn't far off from clutching herself. Feels like it wasn't that long ago that Akluseth flopped himself down in front of me insistently." She glances over at the hides and knicknacks then with a curious lift of dark brows. "I would think you'd savor your freedom before she has you in here all the time." Slim arms loop around her knees where her fingers link, and her expression is one of concentration, her eyes once again finding the eggs in their warm, sandy nests. "I remember when we used to bet on what they were, the last time. What do you think? Five golds and a handful of bronzes? A single blue? An army of browns?" Farideh's not laughing, but her voice is filled with the warmth of amusement. "There's not much freedom even now. Ros -- gentle soul as she is -- still has her days when she wants constant attention. Besides, it's better to view them now, by themselves, before there's double as many." "I still bet, sometimes." Edyis admits with a laugh, "Hard to say, the number though, especially after that flight. If Roszadyth takes after Niahvth, we might have a serious problem trying to round up enough candidates." Her brows draw together then. "Not to mention what it could mean if the other weyrs start showing these larger clutches." There's a face at five golds. "Don't even say it, I'm already twitching at the same bitchy girls who stood with us last time, all thinking they are goldrider material. People call me arrogant." But talk of Ros has the former scribe smiling. "I don't know how well Akluseth would do with keeping her company since it's Lythronath's clutch, but he certainly wouldn't mind helping to distract her for a little while every now and then." Not to mention it would get the brown out of Edyis's hair for a little while, so not a totally selfless offer. "Double, she flew well, though, there could be quite a few more. Maybe. I never remember any of Iesaryth's or Hraedhyths being this large. You think maybe it was because of a lack of fresh bloodlines?" "Fifteen eggs. One bronze, two browns, five blues, seven greens. How's that?" Farideh's head tips towards the brownrider, her smile edging wider. "I think we'll always have trouble finding the appropriate amount-- as long as the Holds and Halls are wary, the deeper we get into the Interval. Irianke is trying to combat it with encouraging the Weyr's women to have children. More weyrbrats means more future candidates, but--" One shoulder lifts in an indifferent shrug, despite the smile. "You can't force people to have children, not if they don't already have the desire or the sense of duty." All of those girls and the potential for five golds gets a pass, for a frustrated twisting of her features. "Lythronath-- if Akluseth can get past him, he's welcome. That bronze has been nothing but a nuisance, and Ros won't tell him to go." She sighs, and her arms tighten around her legs. "Iesaryth was half Monacoan I think. Leiventh. But Hraedhyth-- it's hard to know. All we do know if Niahvth has a penchant for unruly numbers." "Akluseth suggests more greens, as sweet and pretty as their dam." Edyis replies with a scrunch of her nose and a smile. "Wouldn't it be funny if the whole lot were green and blue, after all that fuss with Igen when we were standing?" There's a definite wince at mention of internal search. "She'd have to rely on cavernfolk, at least with duties and everything else I can't even count the number of times Akluseth and I between in a day. K'del seems fairly prolific though. Maybe we can ask Ali to borrow some of theirs when they get older." Her smile wry. It's mention of the beastial bronze that earns a sympathetic nod. "I don't know how I'd feel about being around him without A'rist around to temper him. He can actually be sweet you know? Or he could once." A'rist and not the bronze, Farideh, still, is favored with a sympathetic look. "The right half was Reachian." Edyis states, not without some bias. "Unruly indeed." "I don't think that would be a bad thing. Blues and greens are better for the wings, and that way there's not a bunch of trumped up bronzeriders walking around, swinging their non-existent authority." The compliment of her dragon isn't missed however, and Farideh laughs, one tapping the end of her nose. "Akluseth is too kind. We might do better with softer greens, anyway. Not bloody ones, not loud ones, just--" It's a thought! Her next glance to Edyis is slightly less amused, but with the topic change, it's only natural. "Riders who want to be mothers can always take certain precautions. Wingleaders will understand. We can't solely expect the burden to fall on those without dragons. Besides, K'del's children might all want to go to Southern. I would. The weather is splendid." Letting go of her knees, she lets her feet slide out, her legs stretching with a sigh. "I like neither," she answers honestly. Edyis laughs, listening. When the topic turns serious though, there's a distinct frown. "I'm not sure how that would work, not if you still wanted to be effective. Sweeps, delivery, most of that involves some degree of betweening. What is Irianke going to do? Form a new wing for people that can't do anything but straight distances?" There's a small shake of her head. "I suppose if someone wanted it badly enough, it wouldn't sound like such a difficult thing to manage. I doubt some of them will be so understanding, just look at Iceberg." There's a laugh, "I suppose you wouldn't. Southern isn't so bad." "There are wings that specialize in other things, such as your own, Snowdrift. Diplomacy, craftriders, and whatever other skills the can be used for. At least during their first and second trimesters, anyway." Farideh stretches her shoulders back, eyes roving from Edyis to the sands and back. "I think she's planning to put them in Aurora with us. Everyone will have a job, something to do, but as to the exact things-- you'd have to ask Irianke." Mention of Iceberg earns a nose wrinkling and displeased twist of lips, before her expression smooths out into a much more benign smile. "Southern about now-- warm weather, sandy beaches, oceans, fruity drinks." Farideh can just about taste them! Edyis eyes Farideh with that. "Still, we'd be better off fixing things with the Holds and Halls. It is still essentially giving up between for a while not to mention the hellish mess that comes after. At least baby dragons have that telepathic link to tell you what they need." "The Holds and Halls have their own quotas to fill. We aren't the only ones who need support systems in the lower caverns-- Halls need new blood, new apprentices, staff, just like Holds needs their cotholders and posted crafters, and support staff. When we take from them-- and they don't want it-- and historically, they haven't, unless it's a Pass, then," Farideh replies, judiciously looking towards the sands again. "We're better off having dragons select from our weyrfolk. That way we know who and what they are. They won't need to be acclimated to Weyr life. It's the easiest solution." Edyis shakes her head. "So we exchange, as the Weyrs have always done. Plenty of those born in a Weyr go on to take a craft." There is a frown, "If someone wants to make those kinds of sacrifices more power to them but isolationism isnt historically a good answer." "What do you suggest that we exchange? The threat of Thread no longer hangs over their heads for the foreseeable future. Any goods our crafters provide they can get from any of their posted crafters or the Halls." Farideh slants Edyis a sideways glance, complete with contemplative purse of her lips. "You're comparing redfruit and orangefruit, not redfruit and redfruit. They're not the same things, and," she gives her head a shake, "we're not isolating ourselves. Tillek imposed the limit on candidates. Should we send you to speak with Lady Edeline? It's not for lack of trying, Edyis, I assure you." Edyis pulls to her feet. "There are things we can do that people without a dragon can't." She shakes her head then, "I'm not saying internal search is wrong, but I think that it will take more than that moving foreward is all." There is an exasperated eyeroll, possibly a tell tale sign of draconic communication. "I am sorry, but I need to go. Seaweed brain has gotten himself 'stuck' again." "We are thinking of moving forward," is Farideh's quiet answer, but given the brownrider is standing and intending to leave, she simply waves a hand dismissively. "It's fine. I can understand-- Roszadyth will likely be wanting me back at the weyr, soon." Jerking her chin towards the exit, "Do what you need to do. I just hope-- it's reversible." It's not quite a smile, but she's obviously amused by the brown's predicament. Edyis frowns, "You know Akluseth, he makes the implausable, plausable." A wry grin, "Catch you later Faradeh." And then she is running. |
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