Logs:Unsuspecting Sketchings
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| RL Date: 31 July, 2014 |
| Who: G'var, Evanthe, Edyis |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: The weyrlings get sketched for posterity |
| Where: Weyrling barracks. |
| When: Day 26, Month 5, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Leova/Mentions, U'sot/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to add anything I may have missed. |
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| A woman on a mission, it's been a long time since Edyis has had the excuse to go to the Weyrling barracks but today with the weather being wet and cool, and the work in the records room complete seems like the perfect opportunity to take the sketches of the hatchlings for the records room. It's with a smudge of blue ink on her face and a bag of inks, brushes and sketch paper that she marches into the weyrling barracks in search of her prey. The prey is unsuspecting and unprepared. At least, Evanthe is. She's sitting on her bed crosslegged, bent awkwardly over some book or another, with her face crinkled up with an expression closer to disgust than boredom - it's only the occasional glance at her insistant, attentive lifemate that keeps her eyes skimming down the page, and the occasional note being made. Harper tests coming, she's studying, if not entirely willingly. G'var was studying too. At some point, anyways, he was. His own materials, however, have since been cast aside with a grunt and his attention is now on his lifemate - who is all too willing to have responsibility ignored in favor of another oiling. That is what Gev is up to when Edyis arrives, smoothing oil into the dragon's rich hide. He notices the woman though, and his eyes lift to watch her as she enters, with a nod of greeting if she looks his way. Studying! There's a definite smile on the scribes lips now, almost menacing. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I'm Edyis assistant records keeper, I'm here to take sketches and color notations of your dragons for the hatching record, if anyone wants to volunteer first?" She hovers a moment, eyeing both riders and their lifemates keenly, as though memorizing each line and hue. Evanthe blinks blankly a few times before ripping her gaze away from the undoubtedly enthralling textbook she's immersed in, seeking the source of that remarkable declaration. Edyis is focused on for a moment, and then Zvar's swirling eyes found for mental conference. Finally Ev slowly closes her book - slipping a tattered bookmark between the pages to mark her place. "Uh. We can, I guess?" she volunteers. Such enthusiasm - but may as well get it done with. With spots well oiled, Cezveth's darkness now gleams with its whispers of metal, and at the suggestion of being sketched he does just was any self-respecting bronze would do... sets out to look impressive, adjusting his wings and talons to their best affect. G'var chuckles under his breath, reaching out to give that great brutish head an affectionate shove. "We'll go next then, I suppose," he offers, shooting a wink Evanthe's way. "Once you're through with the Little Bit." Since she loves that nickname and all. "Excellent, lets have a look at him then." There's a smirk for the preening bronze and his rider as she moves over to the brown first. "Yes you two next --" she blanks at a name for the bronze riding weyrling. For Evanthe ,"His coloring is absolutely lovely, -- I'm guessing this one is Zvaraseth?" She doesn't comment on the deformities, though her eyes do linger longer in those spots. "You'll probably have a chat with Leova or U'sot later on, as to what to expect with him, do either of you have any questions? I know the Weyrling testing period is coming up soon, of course it's just preliminary to test what you already know so they know what to teach you. I had a few friends who worried about it though in the last group." Evanthe is sitting up straight as the other woman approaches. Perhaps even a little stiffly, with a wary look in her gray eyes - still unsure what to expect as far as reaction go, when people see her Zvaraseth for the first time. He, seemingly unconcerned, stretches out accomodatingly to allow himself to be sketched in detail, without hiding a one of his pecularities. "Yes, Zvaraseth," she confirms. "It is, isn't it? Didn't know brown could have so many different colors in it..." It's that compliment on her dragon's coloring that gets her to relax a little, and she throws out her own name as well. "I'm Evanthe. Yeah, I've been conferring with dragonhealers... they find him interesting. He gets achy sometimes. Stiff. In the..." She gestures generally towards that area of his shoulders and back that grew twisted. "Mmf. I'm not so much worried about the testing, but he is. He wants me to do well. Doesn't agree that I'm hopeless," she adds, with a note of amusement in her voice. G'var drags his dragon away from his posturing, and the two move together across the barracks to find a place to settle closer to the brown and rider. May as well watch while waiting for their turn. Gev stretches out long legs, watching Edyis with a certain level appreciation in his gaze that he makes no effort to hide, while listening in on the conversation. Evanthe's last comment earns a low laugh. "They're an optimistic bunch, aren't they?" The scribe gives a bright laugh at mention of Evanthe's lifemate's wishes, "Sounds like you have a very wise lifemate, he's right you know, no one is hopeless. They do afterall, hope to teach young Bronze riders things like manners." She teases lightly glancing over at G'var, clearly he's the one the comment is meant for. Thank you both, If you'd like I can make a copy of the final for you both. " She notes, putting the last lines in and turning it for both Evanthe and her brown to see. Evanthe narrows her eyes at G'var. "Yeah, laugh it up, Mountain. See how well /you/ do on the tests, huh?" she says - though in truth, her voice is good-natured enough, the ribbing apparnetly something that happens often enough to have become comfortable. As those last lines are marked down and the final turned for viewing, Ev leans in to give it a thoughtful look. "Good." That's her assessment. "I'd love a copy." Zvar too warrants the paper a look, before lying down at Evanthe's side where her hand can conveniently reach that sore spot in need of rubbing between his wings. G'var just winks at the wee brownrider again, slow grin dimpling his cheek. For Edyis he shrugs, all amusement in his eyes. "He may try, but I'm a slow learner," he assures her. No manners for him, that's for certain. With the brown pair apparently done, he gives his lifemate a rough nudge. "Our turn, beast," he rumbles, and the hulking dragon displays himself again. "G'var and Cezveth," the rider adds, in case it needs be said. "And you're... Edyis, you said?" "I'll get it to you when it's finished." She explains to Evanthe, before crossing the room to note the bronze, in the same attentive manner as the brown. "You can tell he's of Hraedhyth's line, just look at those barbs. " She comments. "That is what I said isn't it." the mischievous smile spreads a little wider. "Craft or Hold?" She asks of both riders, using her char stick to smudge the darker shadows. "Thank you," Evanthe says, half distractedly now that her lifemate is demanding her attention. The shoulder rubbing gives way to the brown's insistence on her studying, and she soon had the thick book spread out on her lap again. She still manages an answer for the recordskeeper's question, a murmured "Hold," that comes somewhat distractedly. Then she falls silent, into her reading again. G'var nods, reaching out a rough-fingered hand to brush his fingertips over the mentioned barbs, appreciation in his eyes. "He does cut an impressive figure," he says - while the bronze may not be stereotypically handsome, sleek, or gleaming... he decidedly has presence, dark and commanding. As the woman sketches, Gev reclines a little further on his elbows, stretching out taking the opportunity to observe Edyis while she works. "You're quite quick. That's a gift," he comments, with a quirk of a smile. "I'm craft, myself. Smithcraft. Expect I'll return to it once we graduate, at least as much as I'm able." "I have an excellent memory, " she says of speed. "Which is essential in the cases where you are dealing with young dragons with short attention spans. " A few more lines some dark smears. the work absorbs her attention. "It's not uncommon for riders to do so. I expect I know where to go to have pen tips made now then. " the last line down she taps the page. "Done." Turning the piece around for inspection. "I can see that would be helpful for the situation," G'var says lazily. "I prefer to go slow... take my time," he says, surely referring to his craft and nothing at all else, with this woman that he's only just met. "Indeed. You'll have to visit me at the forge. It'd be a pleasure." The picture, once finished, is given a cursory look and a nod of approval. "Very nice. Cez is pleased. How long have you been doing this sort of thing? You get called out every time there's a hatching?" "Not every hatching since this is the first since I myself stood. I came in from Nabol as a refuguee and found I had a natural talent for paperwork, I've been here ever since except for a stint spent at Monaco. That's actually why I didn't get this done sooner, I missed the hatching by a couple of days." She does smile at mention of taking things slowly, "The inking takes much more time, you have to find the precise shades. " "Ahhh, I'm from Monaco," G'var comments with interest, sitting up a little at the mention of his old home weyr. "How are things back there? Monaco and I did not part on the best of terms." He doesn't go into more detail than that, though there is a slight deepening of tone to match the words. He shrugs it off though, an easy lazy gesture. "Well. I guess it's our good fortune then to have your talents," he says, inclining his own dark head at her correction about the inking. "Of course... naturally. I look forward to seeing the final project, Edyis. I'm sure it will turn out very fine." "Monaco is Monaco." With an edge of something akin to regret. "We didn't part well either, which truly is for the best since High Reaches is home." She remarks absently, "We will have to talk some time at length, when some of the restrictions are lifted perhaps? I'm afraid I've an appointment that must be kept. " She offers with her most winsome smile. "I'm not sure exactly what home is," G'var says wryly. "But High Reaches is growing on me." That grin, that slightly wicked grin with the dimple at his stubbly cheek makes a reappearance at the mention of the restriction, and he nods. "Indeed. Some of the restrictions are most... inconvenient." Though possibly that's not the restriction she meant. "A great pleasure to meet you, Edyis. Hope I see you around." Edyis laughs, "Indeed, one of many reasons I was quite happy to have not impressed, but I digress. You will see me about, I do offer extra courses for those lamenting their scores." And with that she departs as quickly as she came, grinning all the while. |
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