Logs:Vanity
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| RL Date: 11 April, 2013 |
| Who: Aishani, Telavi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Aishani and Telavi finally meet. They share one of the seven deadly sins. |
| Where: Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 17, Month 6, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Warm sunshine and cloudless skies make for a beautiful day and pleasantly warm evening. A breeze tempers the heat with no humidity lingering in the air. |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions, K'del/Mentions |
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| It might be repetitive to say, but it's the same thing each and every day: if the weather is warm and pleasant at High Reaches, people are outside. It's a common thing in climates like the Weyr's - take advantage of the warmth and light while you can get it, before the winter descends onto them again with the darkness and endless snow. It seems like ages away already. Aishani is one of the people who's out today, perhaps to take a break from work indoors, or maybe just to do some weyrling-spotting - after all, the time is coming where they might fly, and though the Weyrwoman can't be said to be maternal, exactly, it's not a surprise that might be a milestone she'd not miss, regardless. She saunters along the shore in a short, flowing yellow sundress, impractical for all jobs but her own. It's hard to believe that, once in a very great while, it gets too hot. Telavi's bagged an early lunch and has already found herself a rock to recline against and also maybe discourage romping dragonets from romping over her, well away from the oil-and-sand debacle some days ago. Though it's not that she's wearing awful things, short shorts and a flutter-sleeved top, they're a practical khaki that even a little embroidery can't wholly enliven, and so the hem of that yellow sundress is all the more eyecatching as it floats by... and she can't seem to help a wistful sigh. It doesn't seem too hot for Aishani, but then the goldrider seems fond of southern beaches, by rumor and by the look of sun-warmed skin, darkened even in the depths of winter. The yellow is bright enough to set off the color and catch attention both, and so the sign - while wistful - does draw hers to the weyrling in question, with a brief, faint smile. It's sympathetic, at the very least. "I hated having my hair cut worse than the clothes, I think. But I was happy enough to be out of the barracks and into my weyr, partially for clothes." Partially. The other parts are likely obvious, everyone's likely thinking about them; space, privacy. Being addressed makes Aishani into a person instead of a dress-wearer, makes Tela shift upon her towel with a self-conscious pat of her head. Either she's got a really gigantic skull underneath that knitted cap, or she's still escaped that haircut, or she's hiding a firelizard or worse. "It's nice to hear that we aren't the only ones who missed pretty things," she admits, responding to that perceived friendly frankness though thee's still a note of deference in her voice. "I know they wouldn't make sense now, with how easy they are to stain, but logic doesn't always make things easier, does it?" The goldrider might eye that hat the new greenrider's wearing, but not with any particular bitterness or rancor; not enough, at least, for her to say anything. Dark eyes bright, Aishani notes, "I had an excellent argument against the haircuts in Interval; Meara made us write a paper, in part because Azaylia has no backbone and didn't stick with the plan." Not had, has. "I should have kept it for you. Oh well." Not a concern for her now - or Telavi, by the looks of things. "And no, the logic doesn't help. I was particularly short on money at the time, whichdid help, but didn't help my vanity. You'll be out just in time for winter." Her tone is sympathetic again. Poor thing. "I trust Solith is well." Less a question than an assumption - if she wasn't, surely Telavi wouldn't be. That story brightens Tela's expression to the point where smiling proves irresistible, something that doesn't become more than a quirk of her brows at the slightly older woman's wording, but also something that makes it so much more obvious when her face falls for that winter. "If only we could save up some of the sunshine for later. Solith is..." where is Solith? A moment later, "Apt to get herself crushed under the waterfall if she's not careful," but if Telavi isn't truly concerned, probably nobody else needs to be either. "I've tried telling her about Benden, she's looking forward to visiting." Aishani has her own grin for the story, and is perhaps aware of her wording... but she doesn't seem to care. It's certainly not that Telavi's 'just a weyrling', as it doesn't seem that she'd choose her words to carelessly otherwise - but there's a certain sense of... something there. A door that'd been closed is opened. Something like that. As for sunshine, regretfully, "We can't... but by then, you should be able to go where you like." There's her own wistful note for that, though; "It'll be summer in the South. And Benden won't be warm, but it's nice to visit, even so. I'll have Iesaryth keep tabs on her, then, by the way." As if she's not already, the whisper of the ocean likely now somewhat common to her get. "Lovely." Solith has whispers too, though not of the ocean but the wind. Still, at the moment she's playing, swimming, happy amid the clash and crash of the ceaselessly falling water, the turbulence at the waterfall's heart. Telavi stretches, one hand going above her head to feel blindly at the top of the rock, to check just how hot it's gotten over time. "I shouldn't keep you," she says with a glance at Aishani, offering a way out, but with a lift at the end suggests it's hardly that the other woman's unwelcome. There's a touch of humor to it, too, for the weyrling hasn't enough temerity about this, at least, to think that she'd keep Aishani even through politeness if Aishani didn't want to be kept. Iesaryth's ocean breezes are hardly ever strong enough to be called winds, but they could be, there's the potential there, held in check by mellow nature. She's just watching the bowl; perhaps she can see the small green, happy under the fall of water not-quite like her own. With a little wrinkle of her nose, "Not here, but there... I like it. I like the weather, yes. But I like that there's so much to see." Aishani's quiet for a moment, perhaps distracted by thoughts of going South, maybe just by thoughts of getting out of High Reaches. For all that it's nice out, it might not be relaxing. She has her own faint, amused quirk of lips for Telavi, glancing over her shoulder toward the bowl regretfully all the same. "I don't have long," she has to admit. "But... I am sorry I haven't spent any time with you yet." "You say that as though you mean it. It's nice." Telavi says it as though she means it. The weyrling lifts her shoulders up to her ears, momentarily girlish, then drops them down all at once, a moment of hesitancy clipped off by determination. "I'm not sure whether to refer to how busy you must be, or whether it's politer to ignore that, only you seem like you'd rather I'd just say it, only maybe that's reading into it. It's a little awkward. You aren't much older than I am, I think? but one thing probably everyone can agree on is that you've been through a lot." "I do mean it. One of my more unfortunate qualities is that I do, in fact, say a great many things I mean and are the truth. It's part of the reason why 'South' is not 'Monaco'." Aishani's wry about that, but not regretful, nor is she concerned about giving that up to Telavi, a lowly weyrling - it's gossip easily found out, if you ask around. Seeming thoughtful, as if she's actually considering the etiquette, "I'd imagine busy is a given regardless of circumstance in the position, so I don't think there's much wrong with it. And..." She regards the greenrider for a moment, "Probably not. I'll be twenty-one next turnday." A pause. "Everyone's been through a lot, for them. But I admit, there's some difficulties sympathizing on occasion." Which is to say, in a roundabout way, yes? That may even be part of history that should have been drummed into Telavi's head, but even if it's not, she nods as though it's significant. "Nigh on," there's the barest of pauses, perhaps she has to count, "twenty, and I may not have Impressed at twelve and made wingleader by fourteen, but I can count myself lucky. No major wounds or losses, and may I say that I'm sorry for yours? ...though I was terribly traumatized as a little girl when Thressa stole my doll and the fancy clothes I'd just finished sewing for her, and tried to pass them off as her own. Really, I'm surprised the harpers haven't already written a song about my pain." Another wrinkle of her nose, asking the greenrider, "Would you want that? I'd rather time to... I don't know. Worry about something less serious. Like who has prettier hair than I do, or something along those lines. Clothes." Though it seems that Aishani hasn't entirely moved past clothes, but some people never really do. A life of being deprived of nice things might do it, though - speaking of pain. Sincerely, "I appreciate it, but I'm doing my best to... repair what I can. It's the best I can do, now." There's that faint smile again, and she agrees, "As am I. I'm sure it would be popular. That sort of trauma is likely the most common sort of childhood thing. I'd hope." "No," Telavi says cheerily. "Imagine being wingleader when you're all starting to get pimply and crampy and your clothes stop fitting right and it's not just because you got taller... no, thanks. Though maybe it would be even worse for someone who had a wingleader like that." She dips a nod for Aishani's repairing, and hoping, and moves back to the other woman's earlier comment. "Clothes." I do have to admit that I get competitive, at least when it comes to the other caverns girls. Came." But the way Tela says it, she doesn't exactly count it as a character flaw. Unable to hide the smirk that appears on her features, Aishani points out with a rather dry tone, "I suppose you could ask around." It's not as if there isn't a whole Weyr of people that might know what that's like. She might look a little smug for a twenty-year-old Weyrwoman, but who knows how long she was actually 'young'. With a little shrug, "There's not a lot of competition, I find, around here. At least you'll have some money to throw at it once you're done. Especially... Well." A wave of her hand; it's not for her to say. "I think I ought to be off. I hope you enjoy the afternoon." The implication being she hopes Telavi has nothing else to do, but what are the chances? With a glance to the waterfall and the green beneath it, she starts away from the lake with a little wave. |
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