Logs:Usual Affairs
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| RL Date: 29 March, 2012 |
| Who: Monti, Toren |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Recently arrived Monti meets the young Harper, Toren. |
| Where: Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 12, Month 5, Turn 28 (Interval 10) |
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| Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr 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.
Toren comes off stage after finishing another set. After his last performance here he was happy to get another chance, this time no one threw any food at him and his music went over pretty well for those that could hear it. He played intense but not loud so that he didn't drown out any conversations going on, but his music could still be heard. He heads over to the bar as he had put his guitar away in a relatively safe place behind the bar and he sits down to have a drink, "Hello Benden White please." Though it's not the Harper in particular that Monti has been paying attention to, he does note when the boy comes to the bar. It's not until after he's ordered his wine that the Tanner wonders aloud with one brow arching curiously, "You playing for tips or something? Doesn't seem like the most generous crowd." Toren looks over and he nods, "Sometimes I get tips sometimes I don't, but I always get a glass of Benden's best when I'm done paying and that with the practice and a very small performance free is enough for this Harper apprentice. My name is Toren. Whom do I have the honor of speaking with?" "Ah." Monti lifts his own glass, whiskey or something of a similar color, up to take a drink as he listens to the rest of the boy's comment, looking out over the rest of the Snowasis again. "I can't say it's much of an honor to speak with me, to be truthful," he says with a wry smile when he looks back at Toren. "I'm Monti. Pleasure to meet you, Toren." Toren smiles as his glass of Benden comes over and he nods politely to the bartender, "Thank you kindly." He takes a sip and ahs softly, "Nothing as cool and refreshing." He smiles back at Monti, "A pleasure to meet you too Monti, what is it that you do around the Weyr?" A look is spared Toren's drink but Monti doesn't seem convinced by the boy's comment. "To each his own," he says with a small lift of his own glass. "Around the Weyr? Nothing, as such. I'm a Tanner, recently posted, and still finding my feet. The crafting complex seems promising, though." Toren nods, "Very true, it'd be boring if we were all the same." He nods, "It is very nice, I work there when I'm making a new instrument. My parents were recently posted here to help teach the weyr children and to find any prospective harper talent." "Oh?" Monti's attention is wandering still but he sounds interested enough in the conversation at play here. "Can't say I'd envy that job. Suppose I'll have an apprentice of my own at some point. But I'm in no hurry for that responsibility." Monti turns his head to look at Toren again. "So, you make instruments? Guitars?" Toren nods, "Yes I'm my parents apprentice, normally they don't allow it, but my mother made a request to keep the family together so I got posted along with them. My mother loves to teach the children, my father is more concerned about finding and teaching the next great harper. So far just drums, I suppose that I've been using some of the fine leather you've been making." "I've only been here a few days so that seems unlikely." Monti smiles, though. "Besides, there are people better at making leather than me so I'm quite content to leave them to it. It's been awhile since my own leather has been used by anyone but me." He takes another drink, finishing off his glass, and twists to set it down on the bartop. "It's nice that they let you all come together. Can't imagine there's much talent hiding in a Weyr, though." Toren ahs softly, "Well perhaps in the future I will. It was very nice and you never know there are a lot of people that come in and out of the Weyr especially with candidates and all that, so you never know where talent is hiding." "People don't come to a Weyr to become crafters." Monti points it out conversationally. "They're more likely to end up here because they have no talents and couldn't get accepted to a Craft. Or because they don't want to deal with whatever responsibilities they're trying to avoid by coming here. Hardly the sort of person I'd want to apprentice. But I suppose one might get lucky and find some candidate with a better grasp on reality once they've been rejected by the dragons." Toren nods, 'True, but there are a lot of children born here so they might become crafters. Well no matter where a person goes they are going to have to earn their way, be it at a Hold or Weyr or Craft a drudge is a drudge." "I have no doubt that plenty of Weyr-bred children have the sense to seek a Craft. But the ones that want to, do. And the ones that don't or don't care aren't really worth the time." Monti presses his lips together, no doubt fully aware of the less than optimistic way he sounds. "Anyway, I think it's time for me to head back. But it's been a pleasure talking to you, Toren." Monti offers a polite smile as he rises off the stool to his feet and he fishes an eighth mark out of the pocket of his jacket to put on the counter and slide toward Toren. No one could say he doesn't at least try to support his fellow Crafters. "Have a good evening." |
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