Logs:Wardrobe Edit
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| RL Date: 30 June, 2013 |
| Who: Aishani, Jyani |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Aishani's sorting her clothes, and won't tell Jyani exactly why. |
| Where: Aishani and Iesaryth's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 12, Month 2, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: N'rov/Mentions |
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| Jyani had never seen Aishani's weyr in such disarray; she'd never seen so many clothes either. Her cousin hadn't been a goldrider long, but she'd acquired an impressive collection of things in that time. No things to decorate her weyr or fill the cavernous space (that Jyani found a little creepy, to be honest). Nothing that would give anything about personality or preferences away... but for the collection of alcohol in the glass-fronted case, but Jyani was privately of the opinion that most riders had something like that around. But for her clothes. Aishani was sorting shirts into two piles on the round stone table, brow furrowed in concentration, as if the small matter of keep or toss were one of the most difficult decisions she'd ever made. Maybe it was. Shani had a lot of shirts, a lot of everything. It was kind of astounding to Jyani, and made her feel somewhere between uncomfortable and envious. Was this where her cousin's money went, before she was helping her family? From her chair, while she watched, Jyani asked, "How many pairs of boots do you need, really?" There was a line of them along the wall, waiting for the goldrider's assessment. She tried not to count. Wryly, "Need and want are two different things. But that's why I'm getting rid of some of this, toward a better purpose." Shani still seemed somewhat embarrassed for the question, gaze intent on her sorting. "Why don't you pick out the ones you like. Maybe it'll make it easier on me." Jyani was skeptical. They'd tried that with some dresses, but more often than not, Shani'd have some reason to disagree... more often than not that he liked it. It made her roll her eyes and make a face the last time the excuse had come up, and her cousin had flushed, embarrassed, and not used it since. Jyani felt a little badly for that; she remembered N'rov, liked him, liked him for taking her message right to her cousin like she'd hoped. But it was all a little much. Despite all that, she pushed out of her chair with a sigh that she hoped conveyed her disbelief, and got the side-eye for her trouble. Jyani still trudged over to the boots, regarding them with a frown. Some of them looked the exact same as the others to her. Fashion was so weird. "What better purpose? What are you going to do with all this?" It couldn't all be for the storerooms, which she found fascinating -- but nothing as nice as her cousin's things would ever go there. Nor were many of them terribly practical. With a purse of her lips, Shani glanced over to her, hands stilling. "You'll see. We'll take you with us, if you want. But I don't have to tell you that you can't ever say anything about it, do I?" Jyani snorted and rolled her eyes again. "Why are you telling me, then? And who would I ever talk to about this? I might tell my mother that you have a shopping problem." "Please don't." Shani sounded serious about that, faintly abashed again. "Just... don't talk about it, all right? I'm not keeping it from you." That emphasis -- that Aishani was trusting her with a confidence, after she'd barely even spoken about her change in position -- had Jyani stop picking through the boots sullenly to look up and over, softening. "Okay." A pause. "Where are we going, then?" She couldn't think of what else her cousin planned to do; where she planned to go that would be so secret. With a wrinkle of her nose, Aishani went back to sorting. "You'll find out when we get there. Maybe I'm paranoid, but..." Jyani definitely thought Shani was paranoid. With no one to hear but she and Iesaryth, why would it matter? But she'd learned quickly enough that there wasn't a lot of arguing with her cousin's constant suspicions. "All right, fine," she sighed, going back to the boots. "I'll find out when I find out." She could accept it, but she didn't have to like it. Appreciative, "Thank you." Shani fell silent again, devoting her attention to the shirts again. Jyani eyed the boots for a time before she asked, "Will you at least tell me why you quit? After everything?" She figured it was worth a shot; she'd been denied one thing, why not ask about the other? It was Shani's turn to sigh. She did so wearily, dropping into a chair, piling the shirts in her hands in her lap. "All right," she said, finally. "But after that, we have to finish this." Jyani came to sit at the table again as well, expectant, curious. And Shani explained. And she tried to understand. |
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Alida (Alida (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 01 Jul 2013 07:42:33 GMT.
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Rearranging clothes=rearranging the basic tenants of one personal life. *makes like a fly on the wall*
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