Logs:Wedding Gifts
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| RL Date: 5 June, 2012 |
| Who: Emme, Issedi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, High Reaches Hold |
| Type: Log |
| What: Emme has a wedding gift for Issedi and Devaki. |
| Where: High Reaches Hold |
| When: Day 20, Month 12, Turn 28 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Braeden/Mentions, Devaki/Mentions |
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| Rhazekth's unusual pale brown blends in against the more overwhelming brightness of the day when he and his rider first appear above the hold. But their shadow still casts long and dark against the ground while they come in for a landing. A fairly unknown face to the Hold, certainly, climbs down from the dragon with a tightly bound set of scrolls in her hand. And, without an ounce of reticence to be seen on her face (even if she's quaking internally), said rider heads for the main doors; so that she can begin to question the gaurds as to the whereabouts of one 'Lady Issedi'. The guards of High Reaches - indeed, the people in general - are protective of their Ladies, of course, and both of the men stationed at the entrance pause on receipt of Emme's enquiry. "Is there a reason for your visit--" The elder of the two pauses, studying Emme with a certain scrupulous scrutiny. "Brownrider? Is the Lady expecting you?" "Is she expecting me? No." Emme admits, holding up the bound scrolls she intends to hand over. "But I'm hardly in a position to make an appointment. Can you just tell her the Islander's Harper is here to see her? I can wait... somewhere." Rhazekth, in the meantime, remainds landed while his rider is trying to get her way in to see Issedi. There's no point in leaving just yet. The two guards exchange glances, but Islanders are more welcome here than they have been in previous turns, under previous leadership; a moment later, and the younger of the pair is nodding, turning on his heel to disappear off into the Hold proper. While she's gone, the elder man is silent, still studying Emme and her scrolls, utterly impassive. Evidently, she can wait here. In the cold. And yet, the guard is not gone for long, and when he returns, he has a third guard with him, a man who indicates with a silent gesture that Emme should follow: "The Lady will see you." Even if he seems less than pleased about the idea. There's a moment where Emme considers toying with the older guard; a mischeivous gleam coming into her eye when she's forced to wait outside. In fact, she shrugs off her jacket and folds it over her arm, a blatantly amused smile on her face while she does so. And when more guards return and beckon her inside, she casts a smile over her shoulder. "Stay warm, gentlemen." is offered in mild rebuke to the elder's rudeness. "That's quite kind of you to escort me." Knowing that they probably see her as a troublemaker and not a welcome guest. But she's perfectly polite and otherwise well behaved all the way up to... well, wherever she's being led. There's only silence from the two guards, though it's entirely possible they exchange a glance - or even a smile - once Emme is gone. "All guests are escorted, Brownrider," remarks her guard, not warmly, but not coldly, either: he's formally professional all the way. Eventually, he leads her down a finely carpeted hallway, coming to a halt in front of a wooden door. Bowing, he indicates the door: "Go through. The Lady Issedi is waiting for you." Inside is a private sitting room, where Issedi sits formally on one couch, with a tea-tray resting on the table in the middle. "Right." Emme's willing to take that at face value; it's just a completely alien concept to her. Enough so that her brow furrows in puzzlement a moment as they walk. And when they hit the lush carpeting she falters a moment in her steps. What she wouldn't give to pull off her boots and srunch her toes in /this/ stuff. WOW. "Hmm? Oh, right. Thank you." Bowing back at the guard, because she doesn't know any better but hey - she has manners - she then steps inside. "The Lady Issedi. That seems a rather cumbersome name. Is that really how I should address you?" she wonders, glancing around at the fine furnishings with a curious eye. Issedi's head tilts upwards as she turns to regard Emme's entrance, her own study much less forceful than that of those guards, below. She's dressed in soft blue wool, and has a tea cup in her hands. "It's my title," she explains, not an apology, and certainly not an invitation to go without. "Yours made me curious. The Islanders' Harper? Is that how I should address you?" And then - with a flurry of bird-like movements, she sets down her cup, indicating the chair opposite hers, and then the tea tray. "May I offer you some tea? Or a cake?" "Actually, I would just prefer you call me Emme. Or Emmeline - my name prior to impression." The blonde answers honestly, moving over to the chair in question and settling into it kind of gingerly. She's dressed in a more formal and fitted set of riding leathers, just without her jacket on. And it's a rather stark contrast in her own mind. "I wasn't sure how else to get your attention quite frankly, since I expect you've never heard of me. So you'd have no reason to see me. I was the harper for us, though." is assured, before her attention is drawn to tea. And cake. "Tea would be nice. Good, actually. If it's alright." "Emme," repeats Issedi, answering with a delicate incline of her head. She pours the tea with a practiced hand, offering it to the brownrider without adding milk or sugar: if she wants either, she can, presumably, help herself. "Of course. I would not offer if I didn't mean it. I - no, I have never heard of you, Emme, but I don't often receive visitors, really, so it was a pleasant surprise. I'm not sure what you think I might be able to do for you, though... My brother loves me, but I don't think I have all that much sway with him, really, if you're hoping for something." Emme accepts the cup of tea with a bit of a smile, though she also adds nothing to it. No sweetener on the island has pretty much meant she can't tolerate much, if any, of it now. "Hoping for something? I... no, no. Well, I guess that's not exactly correct. But it's not at all what you might be thinking. I... here." The papers in her free hand are held across to Issedi. "I hate to add to your worries as an upcoming bride. But, those are copies of a few important items. Important to us Islanders anyway. One is a copy of the wedding ceremony. The others are copies of music that's usually used. And since you'll be wedded to an Islander, it would make many of our people happy and relieved to have even some of this as part of your big day. Especially 'The Wedding Dance'. We enjoy that one." she explains. Issed is just reaching to take up her own tea cup again when Emme holds out the papers - her hands stop short, and she pauses, a frown forming over her features before she properly registers what she's being offered. They're taken, then, and clutched close to her chest in an almost loving way. "Oh!" She says, with wide, eager eyes. "Oh, how perfect. Do you think it will make him happy? Devaki. I do so want to make him happy... what a perfect thing!" Are those tears in the corners of her eye - tears, that are, surely, of pure joy. Emme is, well... ok, she's surprised beyond all expectation at Issedi's reaction to her offering. Enough so that the only thing that registers at first is that there are tears involved; inviting a panicked response from the brownrider. "Oh shells. Don't cry! Devaki will try and throttle me, I'm sure, for interfering in the first place... but for making you /cry/. Oh shit. Kharven'll have my head for this too." Yeah, the polite and refined version of the harper gets tossed out the window for a few seconds. PANIC PANIC... she sets her cup down and looks for some kind of...thing that the woman can wipe her eyes with. That's when her brain actually kicks in again and she pauses. "Oh, wait. Those aren't... the upset kind of tears are they. I'm not about to be hauled out and thrown in your holding cells?" Issedi is one of those women who can cry without her face turning red and blotchy; without, in other words, looking any less pretty. If anything, perhaps it makes her more attractive in some peculiar way. "No, no--" she tries to get out, waving a hand at Emme, though it's ineffectual and hard to read. "No, really. No. No, I'm just happy." And she's beaming now, through the tears that are still sliding down her cheeks. One hand continues to clutch the scrolls to her chest, while the other reaches for a handkerchief (of course she carries one; of course) to blot her eyes. "It's all I've wanted for turns, did you know? Ever since I met him. And this-- I know it will make him happy." And that, in turn, will make Issedi happy. That sommeone can cry without getting splotchy and puffy-eyed is enough of a mystery that Emme can't help herself. She stares for a minute. "Well, actually. No. I had no idea. I haven't spoken to him in Turns now." she admits, proferring the emotional woman with a tentative smile. /Then/ she can relax back into her chair with a shoulder slump of mild relief. "Well then, I very much hope you're right about it making him happy. I mean, I'm sure he'd be happy anyway. But this is... well, perhaps consider it a wedding gift of sorts. On my pay, it's likely the best I can offer." is joked, lightly. Just as suddenly as she started to cry, Issedi stops, blotting away the last hints of those tears until her face is as clear, pale and pretty as ever. She returns Emme's tentative smile with a brighter, true smile of her own, as she finally sets down those scrolls and reaches again for her tea cup. "A wedding gift. Our first, you know. Thank you, Emme. Devaki would like the wedding to be soon, of course; I think he wishes it had already happened, but... you can't rush these things. It's such an important day. Braeden wants to make sure it is everything I've ever dreamed of, even if it means taking a little longer. Before spring, I hope. I hope you will attend? I'd like to invite his people." "Yes, I imagine he does wish it'd already happened. Though he normally counsels patience for everyone else." Emme's tone is dry there, really. She can't quite help herself. "It's your wedding. You should take as long as you want to plan it, and don't you let him rush you. Not one bit." is added firmly. "And of course I'll attend. I actually kind of hope that the harpers who will be performing will let me help them." Her lips twitch a little at the Islanders bring referred to as 'his people', but it will undoubtedly come across as a smile again. "Using some of those songs will, I hope, help the people who come here to live be more comfortable. So thank you for that. It's important to all of us to keep our culture alive. I'm deeply grateful that you're considering it at all." the harper murmurs sincerely. The dryness in Emme's tone draws Issedi's attention, though she's too polite to remark on it; her cheeks turn pink, however, and she turns her gaze back down towards her teacup. She knows, of course, why he is in such a rush. "I will ask them to invite you," she declares, recovering quickly, and turning her tone back to determined. "It seems only right. We are joining our people, aren't we? One day--" But that thought doesn't get finished, and Issedi seems, for a moment, quite awkward indeed. "He's part of High Reaches," she concludes, a little lamely. "Of course I will consider it. You said that you Impressed? You're a dragonrider." Emme tries not to laugh. //Really// she does. Though something like a cough comes out and she hides her face abruptly with the teacup so as not to cause additional embarassment. "Yes, exactly." she agrees, without specifying what she's agreeing with. See? She HAS learned something from all those classes. "Yes. I'm rider to brown Rhazekth. Who would, he tells me, be pleased to meet you before we leave if you like." Pride in her lifemate is difficult to hide, so she doesn't even bother. "We're in Snowdrift Wing, and do a lot of search and rescue. Since we're in an interval, however, I am also continuing my harper studies. It seemed the appropriate thing to do. So, if you'd like any... uhm, assistance in reaching out to the Islanders I'd be glad to offer. If it's cleared with the Hall." It's possible, even probable, that Issedi has no idea what Emme might find so funny - if she's even noticed anything more than a cough. Her expression is briefly concerned, but then shades back to politely interested as the brownrider continues. "Oh, I would like that! Until a few months ago, I'd never even riden a dragon, did you know? And now - I've still not really been introduced personally, and I think I'd like that a lot." She seems rather less sure about Emme's offer, but again, her nod is polite and her smile singularly warm. "I will - tell my brother. I really don't have any input into such things. Sometimes, I think Devaki and Brae are wholly dedicated to keeping me from anything serious." "Well, in that case... come with me. I'll have him land just outside again." Emme offers immediately. "Oh, that just won't do. Don't let them get awa with keeping you from the serious things unless that's what /you/ want. Men! Sheesh." she exclaims - rising from her chair. "You don't need to tell them of the offer at all, really. I've a feeling they wouldn't take me up on it anyway. I'll just make sure that I get any relevant information that I still have to the Harper Hall and it can be used from there." she decides. Opinionated. "I'll just continue doing my part in another way. Now, about Rhazekth..." Her other favorite topic that she'll launch into until they make it outside to see the creature in question. Who is, of course, at his charming best. |
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Azaylia (Dragonshy) left a comment on Wed, 06 Jun 2012 01:24:37 GMT.
Awww! Emme. My favorite part was when she panicked and thought she'd be thrown in the slammer. :3c
Also, of course Issedi can cry and stay pretty. ;)
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