Logs:To Get Better
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| RL Date: 27 April, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Faryn |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Edyis and Faryn talk about their current lots and getting better - or at least feeling it. |
| Where: Bathing Cavern, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 24, Month 8, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: T'mic/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, Yesia/Mentions |
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>---< Bathing Pools, High Reaches Weyr >-------------------------------------< Omnipresent clouds of steam slink across the tops of three naturally warm pools, set into the floor of this kidney-shaped cavern. Near the entrance the ceiling is high and polished, gleaming with little mineral specks as it sweeps downward into increasingly ragged, uneven steps. The foremost of the pools is squared off with wide steps leading down into the water has faucets for bringing in cooler water from a rain-catching cistern. Primarily used for laundry, there's an almost constant film of suds along its surface until the circulating current clears it at the end of the day. Four sinks line the nearest wall and various tubs stored beneath allow for the washing of delicates. Laundry bags can be dropped off in the bins near the door and clean, folded laundry is stacked in rows of tall cubbies for easy pickup. The bend in the cavern leads to a rougher-hewn part of the chamber where the two circular bathing pools welcome those in need of a wash. Towels and washcloths are kept in neat stacks on shelves along the wall, along with sacks of sweetsand and a few bars of precious soap. Stone benches provide a place for sitting to remove shoes and clothing, while a row of gleaming brass hooks stand above, ready to hold clothes and robes. -----------------------------< Active Players >----------------------------- Edyis F 20 5'4" athletic, brown hair, brown eyes 1m Faryn F 22 5'4" lean, brown hair, brown eyes 0s ----------------------------------< Exits >--------------------------------- It is a summer night, 22:04 of day 24, month 8, turn 37 of Interval 10. It's not exactly late, just late enough that the occupancy of the bathing pools is low, the din of conversation quiet and not particularly disruptive. The remaining people here are winding down, relaxing, some of them looking like they've fallen asleep. Faryn is among that number, settled in the pool furthest from the door, and emptiest for that. The fact that she's not sinking betrays that she's not completely asleep, but it's a close thing, as she's up to her chin and her eyes are closed, her long hair fanned out on the surface of the water behind and around her. An exhausted looking, Edyis slips into the caverns, stripping from her clothes in a matter of seconds. the kercheif that normally keeps her hair back discarded and the long braid uncoiled and undone as she slips into the water with a bar of rosemary scented soap. The knotting oak on her shoulder now healed considerably from the days in the barracks. She slips into the water near Faryn, and only realizes after the fact that the tanner is there, dousing and scrubbing at her hair before offering a mild, "Hello." The movement gentle movement of displaced water gets her, particularly when the placid surface bows upwards and rises just above her lips, very briefly. She adjusts slightly higher in the water, exhaling and cracking one eye open to survey whoever has arrived. Her voice is relaxed and lazy, sounds like a sleepy smile should be touching her lips but isn't. "Edyis. Still faring well?" "Well. Not precisely the word I would use, but I am surviving. You lucked out; you don't spend all day shoveling dragon shit and dealing with Yesia and her mood swings." Edyis murmurs uncharitably, "Sorry, It's been a long month." She says more softly, "We miss you, you know." "Did I?" Faryn asks, and whatever her smile would have been a moment ago is not the one that appears. It's humorless, tight. The eye cracked open slips closed again, and she huffs a small laugh. "I guess I'll count my blessings again, when I get back to the dorms." The last makes her smile soften, though; maybe they're both tired and uncharitable. "You, too." A shrug, more displaced water sloshing around her head, "But it's as it should be. And...well. It's going quickly. T'mic's even managed to visit. You'll be dragonriders before anyone knows it." "Mm, when we are, remind me to show you that Istan bar sometime," Edyis replies almost languidly, taking the brush to her wet hair to brush the lather through it. "Was it something you wanted?" She asks quietly, submerging and rinsing out the soap from her hair. "I probably shouldn't ask you that." Edyis sighs, "It gets easier, and if it is something you really want... don't let this round discourage you. I hope your bets at least went well." "The Sandbar?" she asks, quizzical. "I haven't seen that place in turns." The brownrider's question earns a quirk of the eyebrows, tight-lipped smile flattening into a tight-lipped line. "I...don't know that I did," admits the herder lightly. "I think I wanted more to...fit? To feel like I was doing my duty, or something. All that hesitation and worry about not Impressing, and just being scared of any future? I'm like a self-fulfilling prophecy. I dug my own grave, so to speak. There's not a dragon in the world who should hatch and have to deal with that bullshit." Faryn moves then, motivated apparently by Edyis, and hones to the soap to take to her hair. She suds it, then works it painstakingly through to the ends with long, combing strokes of her fingers. "I don't miss Yesia though. So maybe that is lucky." She waits a moment before, "Thanks though. For...trying to prepare me. But I'm not going to wait. I thought to run to Bitra and find a holder to let me run his races, but it's too stupid. Childish. I've gotten permission to take my Journeyman tests. I'll cross the bridge for what I want when I come to it. Whatever that is." Edyis says, "The Beach House." Edyis replies before her brows draw together at the self fulfilling line. "No graves, just wasn't the right time." Working her hair back into a tight plait and knotting it up. "It's what your dream was at least." The scribe muses dark eyes shifting closed as she leans back, the rest of her scrubbing done at a more leasurely pace." "Mmm. Well, I'd like that." Faryn is more fastidious about her hair, it seems, but it's only fair; the suds are dark with dirt from her work, and when she finally rinses the water briefly darkens before filtering away. "Maybe. Result's the same." She at least seems peaceful about it. "It was a silly choice I made, Edyis, so I wouldn't regret not making it later. A catch-22, if ever there was one." "Is that the way you really feel, or is that what you tell yourself so that you will feel better." It's spoken like someone who has used the line all too much on her own. "You will end up regretting it either way I think, just human nature. You paint something one way in your head only to find out that the reality is nothing so wonderful as you imagined." Faryn turns a stony expression on her companion, her reply soft. "I don't think that matters, really. Is it wrong, to want to feel better? It's been a month and I still could barely come through to teach you all how to butcher the carcasses after Quinlys offered. I know what she was trying to do, but...." She shakes her head, disregarding it. "I'm painting something else, now. We'll see how I feel in two turns, maybe." "I didn't used to think so. Now... " Sucking a deep breath i'n and releasing it slowly. "Now I'm in a position where I am going to disappoint, and be a thorn in people's sides without really meaning to be. All because I got it in my head that maybe... I was supposed to do this thing. But the reality..." She frowns at herself. "Ugh, listen to me bitching and moaning. Can't even work out my frustrations with Keysi like we used to because I'm pretty sure Neianth and Akluseth would kill each other. Feels like a lot of trying to fit a square peg in a round hole." She handwaves. "Do whatever makes you happy Faryn, fuck knows I'm the wrong person to try to give advice or consolation at the moment. But you have to promise to write when your a famous jockey and let me know which horses to bet on." She tries for jovial. Faryn looks confused for a long moment, her brow furrowing. She tilts her head off to the side. "You," she starts, hesitating. "Wait, what?" She seems to snap back into something, then, into the person she was when they were candidates, and her concern sketches in microexpressions and the softening of her expression entirely. "You know, I can still listen. I'm not that upset. Or bitter, or whatever. I can deal with my own shit, move forward until I see something else open up, but you. What's wrong?" Edyis pastes a too wide smile on her face. "I appreciate it Faryn. It's kid stuff. I just ... he's a baby I get that; I get that he's going to be awkward and not understand things but... It's irritating. I've seen Yesia snap at her green and the way she cowers, and I don't want to do that to him either, I mean it isn't Akluseth's fault that I don't... that this isn't..." she frowns not finding the words. "He's like having a tidal wave inside your head all the time. The things you used to be able to keep to yourself, he pushes to the surface. I say what I'm thinking all the time instead of just smiling like a good little simpering idiot." Edyis frowns, "It has to get better, or life will be fucking miserable for the next six months." Faryn's smile is sympathetic, if not entirely understanding. "I think you're stronger than that," she says after a moment. "Sulizath, I think, did that to my mom. She always said he was landslides and earthquakes, but it was the same idea. I think that was why she started drinking. And she never stopped, but," a finger in the air, to belay any hasty judgement, "she's always told me that was because she doesn't want to feel. Anyways. I think she talked to him. To Sully. And explained why he couldn't keep moving rocks in her head, making her...blurt out her feelings. And I guess that helped. You're a pair; if you have to share your thoughts and feelings, maybe he should be the first, to hear them? You know, if you haven't already." A sigh, and Faryn looks to the exit, then draws herself out of the baths, wrapping a towel around herself. "I'm not there, and I don't presume to understand. But I'll listen, if you ever need it. And maybe that will help, even if my advice doesn't? But you're not a simpering idiot, and you're not fooling anyone if you play at it." Ink-dark eyes focus at those words, listening silently and intently as Faryn speaks about her mother. The smile that spreads is genuine this time, "No? I used to be good at it." Edyis murmurs of playing the fool, but as the beastcrafter makes to leave she exhales. "Thank you Faryn, I think... I think I needed to hear that." Her washing done she rinses one last time and climbs out of the pool drying quickly and dressing, securing the kerchief, over her neatly coiled hair. "It goes both ways you know, if you ever want someone to talk to." Faryn tips off a little two-fingered salute. "I'll keep it in mind," is assured, and she's slower to dress, taking a second towel to really work her hair dry. It's so much longer, out of the thick plait she ties it in; a chore, probably, and possibly a vanity. "Have a good night, Edyis. And good luck with him." |
Comments
Alida (21:14, 28 April 2015 (EDT)) said...
I like how Faryn equated Sulizath's earthquakes and rockfalls to Akluseth's tsunamis...and brought herself and Edyis a little closer. :)
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