Logs:Transitions
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| RL Date: 2 August, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Irianke |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Drinks in the Snowasis lead to observation and discussion |
| Where: Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: 7D 6M 38T I10, summer dusk |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to make any changes. |
>---< Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr(#555RJ) >----------------------------------<
The Snowasis is rarely quiet, and even then, the high-ceilinged former
weyr is kept from echoing by the fantastical booths tucked into its
convoluted perimeter. The secluded seating spaces have been shaped from
the truncated stalagmites that escaped the smoothing of the main floor,
and are both softened and separated by colorful hangings that are thick
and opaque enough to make each corner its own private nook.
Some of the smaller stalactites still roam the ceiling, their jagged teeth
tracing a bumpy, inverted spine to the hearth. There, a thick rug with a
low klah table and comfortable armchairs and couches sit, their upholstery
and cushions changed sporadically to match the season: bright, light
colors in the summer, fresh greens and yellows in the spring, warm
autumnals in fall, and clear, rich hues for winter. Small tables litter
the rest of the cavern, enough to fit up to four people each, while stools
stand along the smooth wooden bar behind which is the passthrough window
to the kitchen. Glass-paneled cabinetry behind the bar provides a clear
view of the available liquors, the many colors reflecting the soft light
of glows tucked into strategic niches around the cavern.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
Edyis F 21 5'4" athletic, brown hair, brown eyes 0s
Irianke F 38 5'7" slender, dark curly hair, stone blue eyes 6s
----------------------------------< Exits >---------------------------------
Hallway Patio Ledge
>-------------------------------------------< 7D 6M 38T I10, summer dusk >---< It's early still; most are just getting in from running sweeps or drills, and the Snowasis is just begining to fill up. A tangle of Taiga riders are off starting up a round of poker and a handful of Glacier and Savannah riders have started up their usual dart game. For her part, Edyis is perched near the bar, grinning over a mug of cider and watching as the game starts, the table around her showing signs of recently having been vacated. Irianke isn't a foreigner in this bar, and the brightness of her laughter lifts above the conversation midst the Glacier and Savannah riders. But alas, her drink empties too quickly, and a hand pressed into the upper arm of a particularly charming brownrider out of Glacier goes unnoticed which means a girl's gotta fend for herself. Not taking it personally, what with the brush of her lips against the man's ear, and thus distracting him quite thoroughly and suddenly from his dart throwing, the goldrider departs for the bar, coming up to stand near where Edyis's table is and signals for another of whatever she's having. Then, while she waits, she turns, elbows slung against the bar's counter surveying the room much like a falcon might hunt for prey. For what Edyis catches of the exchange, which is mostly the dart hitting the wall behind the target, there's something of a wicked smile, Irianke's arrival in the vicinity is treated with a lift of her glass in either salute or else, hearty approval. "Weyrwoman." The former scribe offers by way of greeting. Smug smiles are so unbecoming and yet there is one curling about Irianke's mouth, silent acknowledgement of Edyis's greeting and that lifted glass salute. Conversation, however, is on hold as her drink arrives, jumping the line significantly and garnering a few looks until they realize just who they're glaring at. It doesn't end the muttering, but it's far less overt. Drink in hand, whisky by the look of it, the former Igen rider slips easily into one of the empty seats at the brownrider's table. "Edyis. How's it being so close to graduating?" Another chuckle escapes, as she watches Irianke claim her drink, but it isn't until the gold rider is seating herself at the table that the younger woman laughs. "Seems like it's still forever away. How goes the exciting life of a Reachian Weyrwoman? Still everything you dreamed? You seem much more at home now at least." "It..." Irianke considers Edyis side long in one steady gaze before letting her eyes drift back to the darts game where the brownrider, now out of the running, looks more surly than charming as he nurses his ale. "I don't know if being a Weyrwoman is what anyone should ever dream of being, quite frankly, but I've lived in Weyrs too long, Igen specifically, to shirk my duties and what I imagine is right for the Weyr." The woman sips from her glass, a clatter of nicely groomed fingers tapping in succession across the table. "It has its benefits though," she allows, with a small smile. "I sincerely doubt anyone in their proper mind would accuse you of shirking, Faranth knows you have managed to be more effective in your tenure here than I can ever recall a goldrider being in my time here." Edyis admits quietly, "But it's nice to see that the lifestyle does have advantages," Edyis's own lips are curling at the corners. "I suppose I should be grateful that we are in an Interval." "That we should, Edyis," agrees Irianke. "I'm not sure how much I'd be cut out to be a Weyrwoman in a Pass, not that that title is even official yet." The goldrider sets the glass down and sinks backward into her chair, the legs rasping against the floor with the movement. "But you? You seem like you could be cut from the cloth of adventure and adrenaline. Flying Thread doesn't appeal to you?" There is a small smirk at the mention of the title, "If not you than Faranth help us." The former scribe mutters, leaning foreward over her mug. "I've seen old thread score wounds. We would do our duty certianly, but we'd also likely be among the first casualties." She studies Irianke then, "But please don't let me keep you, I tend to put my marks on Savannah." With a subtle tip of her chin at the brownrider who had missed his throw. "He deserves what he doesn't get," says Irianke coolly, sitting stalwartly in that claimed seat and flashing Edyis a dry smile. "If not me, then Farideh, and I've been working on making sure she won't start off too raw." Except... there's a little sigh and a look down at her lap. "It is what it is and I would hope Farideh is paired with a Weyrleader who is experienced and wise, even if it might seem odd between the sheets. Well, afterwards at least." Edyis laughs airily. "True enough, but all the preparation in the world doesn't compensate for turns of experience. It would be better if she could grow into it." Worry is thinning her lips a moment before mention of a Weyrleader has her shoulders hefting, "The most experienced option she hates fervently." Edyis murmurs with a sigh as she lifts her mug. "Maybe it's because Akluseth has never chased as yet, but I imagine some awkwardness in the sheets is inevitable." "Only if you make it so. Awkward, I mean." Irianke casts a casual look about the Snowasis and favors a Taiga rider with a brilliant smile who looks like he might approach and then glances at Edyis, a puckered look of confusion, then retreats. "It's just sex. Emotions don't have to get involved unless you'd like them to and it's mutual. Sex for its own sake can be a nice release." As for Farideh, or her relationship with K'del, the acting Weyrwoman says little more. Edyis chuckles as the rider retreats and merely shakes her head smiling at him. "I can't argue with you on that point." Shifting her attention back to the gold rider thoughtfully, "Still I wouldn't be Farideh for all the world, but I imagine many a weyrwoman has had possibly her dragon's maiden flight decide the leadership." Something flickers then briefly in her expression. "If things were in your power to change, what is the outcome you would seek?" The goldrider looks at Edyis for a moment too long, that's too studious and scrutinizing before she laughs in that bright way of hers. "If I told you, that'd put me in a rather awkward position." Though rumors already do a great job in and of itself and funny that, rumors, as B'ren approaches, undeterred by Edyis's presence and brushes behind the goldrider, pausing to murmur something to her, then continuing on his way, leaving a Irianke failing to hide her smile in her drink. "If things were in your power to change, what outcome would you seek?" Edyis smiles for the first, "No I don't suppose you could answer that one honestly given the setting. It was thoughtless of me to ask even." The apology soft, but genuine. She can't help but smile as another rider approaches. "Niahvth would rise first, as to who should catch..." She lifts a shoulder, "I'd prefer to see it be someone who can balance the views of Hold, Hall, and Weyr, in a time when the purpose for the weyr will seem increasingly outdated." She lifts a shoulder, Irianke nurses her drink, looking solely at Edyis now, though one hand reaches up to the nape of her neck where B'ren's hand rested. "Outdated?" There's no censure in the question, merely an urge to continue. Edyis furrows her brow, "Its like setting a hot pot on a table. A child who has never seen or felt a burn doesn't exactly know the danger exists." She frowns, "Turns of thread free skies, and having their goods tithed to the weyr when they don't feel there is anything to be gained by it..." She shakes her head, "The weyr has to hold a longer view, but it's easy to forget if you haven't had to sew crops yourself that riders are just as dependant on the holds and halls." She frowns. "Does that make sense?" "Yes. Yes, it does," responds Irianke, considering Edyis a long moment. "What is it you precisely do in your free time?" is the woman's sudden question. "I've read your files and have seen that you seem to be a jill of all trades. Master of any? Or dabbler?" "These days? Most of my free time is spent either traveling or else in excellent company." A slight twist of her lips and the faintest tinge of red to her ears. As she studies the Goldrider curiously. "I'm always up for more opportunities to expand my skills, but mastery is elusive, I still have quite a bit to learn it would seem." "It seems you've learned a bit since our last conversation," remarks Irianke, her tone mild. It's unclear if it's approval or curiousity in her velvet tone. "You seem," she pauses and tries to smooth the edges of a harsher word with a faint smile and a hand that reaches out to the brownrider, "Less arrogant in your knowledge. And I don't mean that rudely, though I know the word is less than ideal. You seem... quieter. More reflective now?" Even smoothed and gentle the word still earns the faintest flinch, but it's brief and gone so quickly it might be doubtful it was ever there. "Harsh perhaps, but no less honest." The words measured and even, and her lips part for an instant and close. "You are curious as to why?" She finally says. "It's your story to tell, and if you chose to tell me, I'd be honored," says the frank, though not entirely open herself, woman. Edyis considers her a moment, before her gaze falls to the liquid remaining in her mug. "I made a series of rash and selfish decisions and lost the things I truly wanted as a result." She exhales, "You could say I've been taught my place in the world I suppose. Whether I'm better for it or worse, I leave to the judgment of others. " Downing the last of her mug with that. "Losing things is unfortunate. But I believe all things happen for a reason." Such a statement could sound ethereal and waxing poetically, but the firmness with which Irianke says it is anything but. "Where you are now is just a stepping stone to something else, and that is a step to another thing, but whether it's great or not is up to you. I don't know if you like who you are now, but I hope you find joy in life, Edyis." The last of Edyis's mug downed seems to be Irianke's cue to rise with her still half-full glass in hand. "Good luck." Edyis seems to ponder the Weyrwoman's words, and at least the last of it seems to stir the ghost of a smile. "I hope the same for you Weyrwoman. Good night, and good luck." Pulling her flight jacket off and paying her tab before she's off into the bowl. |
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Alida (02:37, 5 August 2015 (PDT)) said...
I can see these two working together in various ways, in the future. >.> ^^
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