Logs:What Not To Wear: Pern
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| RL Date: 18 June, 2012 |
| Who: Brieli, Azaylia |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Hraedhyth is on a mission. She recruits Brieli and Iesaryth, should they choose to accept it. Make Azaylia FABULOUS. |
| Where: Storerooms, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 1, Month 1, Turn 29 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Devaki/Mentions, Iolene/Mentions |
| Storerooms, High Reaches Weyr Massive in scale, the Weyr's main storage passage connects to the kitchen on one end and the outbound tunnel on the other. Large enough to admit a wagon laden with goods, the tunnel easily permits the unloading and organization of supplies into the various storerooms. Branching off from this corridor are multiple caverns, the nearer two being 'open' stores from which residents can readily help themselves, while the deeper stores are kept locked up tight with a posted sign and inventory hung on a hook outside of each. An alcove next to the public stores serves as a catch-all area for reshelving items whose destination is uncertain; two sets of stone shelving and several bins hold these items neatly until a stores assistant has a moment to deal with them. Though the storage caverns vary in size, shape, and the smoothness of their walls, all belong to the same system: whitewashed walls, swept floors, and most importantly, neatly labeled and inventoried shelves providing ample space to stow all the supplies a busy Weyr needs. Though there's no direct internal lighting, a glowbasket may be brought in from the niche outsde each cavern, the better to ward off pests and the inky dark of deep caves. A warrior knows when to be stealthy. Unfortunately, Hraedhyth has yet to learn this vital lesson, though it's not really necessary for today. Bullying a young brown out of his meal, the young gold chooses to let Azaylia sleep off the celebration. Then, her mission can begin. It takes her longer to find the right cavern at first, and then maneuver through the tunnels with frightened weyrfolk skittering about. Hraedhyth keeps her head low, neck straight as she looks past corners until some of it looks familiar from Azaylia's memories. Word spreads quickly that the gold was terrorizing the lower caverns, just with less roaring and snarling that one would expect. She finally finds the storerooms, hind end and long tail trailing out as she uses her blocky muzzle to root around in boxes. Only after knocking them over, that is. So perhaps she is terrorizing the people who will have to reorganize after she finds whatever she's looking for. Unfortunately, the gold doesn't seem to know what that is, either. Further investigation has her tail slowly but surely disappearing into the massive room Too curious to see what's going to happen with that to bother raising the alarm when the larger gold goes about bullying her clutchmates out of food, Iesaryth opens her first set of lids to watch Hraedhyth leave the barracks - somehow, by some miracle, undetected. It's not till the other gold has disappeared that foamy bright ocean rolls out to the plains, the sea air crisp with the smell of morning. « What are you doing? » As if she's aware of the word beginning to spread - and perhaps there is a bit of dragon buzz beginning in the background, gossipy entertained chat - the younger gold tries to slide her way off her couch and away without detection. Unfortunately, Brieli's not quite the deep sleeper; once Iesaryth's started into the main area, the tall girl has started to rouse, blinking after the dragon bemusedly, as if she's not sure if she's still sleeping. "What...?" A pause as she glances around, then wide-eyed; "Azaylia!" « Azaylia was upset. » Hraedhyth answers cryptically, the dragon's memory already beginning to waft out of her reach. The drums are steady with her determination, « She did not dance because of her dress. I will fix this. » The weyrling in question is wrapped up tightly in her blankets, deep sleep brought on by the exhausting celebration. When Brieli calls for her, there's an almost-growl grumble that has her burying deeper into the covers. Eyes squint, instantly going to the empty dragon couch. "Yeep!" Squeal is followed by the woman kicking off her blankets, or at least trying to. She ends up falling from the cot, still tangled and trying to writhe free. "Where's Hraedhyth!?" There's a rumble for Iesaryth, the gold dragon pausing in her search to tilt her head in annoyance. « No one likes a traitor. » The words are light, despite the growl behind them. « I did not wake her. Brieli did. I am on my way. » See! Iesaryth shows the snowy foggy bowl and everything, antiqued gold paws following Hraedhyth's tracks. « How will you know if it will fit her? » She images clothes, putting them on, a sense of 'yes' or 'no' in terms of look or feel. « When Brieli looks for these things, it takes time. » So Iesaryth will help! Or bring help! It's all good. As for the weyrling in question - it's a good thing she most often sleeps in whatever she's wearing the next day. Trying to kick out of her own cot and pull her hair back at the same time, "Iesaryth says something about clothes? Storerooms? Oh Faranth... Tell her to wait?" As if that ever works. The drums continue on, but otherwise there is silence at Iesaryth's inquiry. A frustrated huff of fire, mirrored physical save for the puff of flames as Hraedhyth goes back to rooting around. The silence is telling; she didn't think that far ahead. Azaylia manages to stand up, though she's only in her nightgown. "Why did she- how did..!?" All of these questions and more as she yanks on her leggings, modesty abandoned for her dragon's sake. "She says waiting would ruin the surprise." Horror hangs on that last word, hopping towards the exit as she yanks on her boot, "Oh! Iesaryth too?" Though there's less concern for the better behaved of the golds as she bolts through the caverns after her (not so little) dragonet. Maybe it's because Brieli is less worried about Iesaryth that she takes more time with getting herself together; maybe it's just vanity, but she's behind Azaylia despite being up first, long legs moving fast to catch up as she tucks tendrils of hair behind her ears. As for the gold, she's quick enough in catching up with Hraedhyth, especially with people too afraid to bother her in her sister's wake. She's so thoughtful! « You cleared a wide path, thank you. » Iesaryth can always find a strength to compliment, huffing as she rounds a corner, finding the other dragon and disaster. Outside, breath coming quickly, Brieli looks for the positive. "She was trying to be thoughtful? I think this is partially my fault. Iesaryth told her where to look, awhile back." Hraedhyth will turn her head to welcome Iesaryth to the comfortable mess she's made, « Welcome. » Both for the thanks, and in greeting as the larger gold makes enough room for the brighter dragonet. « There is a Brieli color there. » Nose nudges against a box with scarlet fabric within, and as proud as she'd be to clothe Azaylia in blood, it doesn't suit her. Azaylia calls back, voice loud enough to be heard. "It's fine!" Clearly she doesn't blame Iesaryth, hopping over one tail, then the other and nearly having a heart attack at the sight of the stores. "Hraedhyth!" Boxes tumble, one bouncing off of her gold's head and leaving a shawl of bright pink on her head. « Yes? » Iesaryth doesn't need to knock over boxes with her rider on the way; plus why do it when Hraedhyth does it so much better? True to her nature, she's content to sit and watch the larger gold snake her head through the shelves in search of dresses. « Thank you! I will show her. They are... » Well, they're here, and the gold doesn't really need to announce them. In direct contrast to the other weyrling's horror, Brieli seems to find the whole thing hilarious, laughing as she climbs over Iesaryth's tail. "They can't stay in here, they're like to grow too big to get out in an hour's time!" An exaggeration, but just. "You're both crazy. Oh, that is nice..." Easily distracted by the scarlet fabric in the box she's pulled down, she notes ruefully, "Not that I know when I'll be wearing a dress again. Graduation, I suppose? That's something." To Azaylia, easily, "We can clean this up. Don't worry." Azaylia's horror only lasts until the pink clashes horribly with her dragon's hide, the laughter catching her halfway over Hraedhyth's tail. "I don't think that's your color..." She stumbles in her laughter, catching herself on the sturdy gold's neck and tugging the silky fabric off. Hraedhyth is upset and then pleased, just as her weyrling is, end of her tail giving a few heavy thunks against the ground. « Your Brieli can help. » Azaylia is already sorting one of the nearest boxes, though there's a smile as she does. "I think this is actually all my fault. I'm getting too big for my only gather dress, and Hraedhyth heard." Forgetting to tie her long hair has it fanning everywhere as she bends over, peeking through the inky tendrils, "Oh. I do love that color on you." "Oh, let her wear it. It's cute. Though orange might be more her color, you're right. You're not a pink girl, Hraedhyth." Truer words were never spoken. Brieli gives Iesaryth an absent pat, perhaps gratitude for her lack of destruction or other mayhem. "And I can help." She skips the draconic translator, offering the older gold a smile as she piles the crimson at her lifemate's feet. "My lucky day - thank you for finding it." Turning Azaylia's way, "And thank you. Sadly, I think I'll have to sew most of it, and I'm not sure where to find the time. Anyway, we ought to be finding you some clothes. You need something to hold you from now until we start getting paid, yes?" Azaylia pauses as she plucks up a white, frilly thing. Thank goodness for the miscellaneous fabric crate. "Maybe red. Black?" Surprisingly not too far off given that she's not known for her fashion sense. Hraedhyth took no time in making the mess, though it's taking her lifemate a touch longer to make sure everything's properly sorted. "I could sew it." She offers, only a touch shy. Hraedhyth gives an annoyed huff at her weyrling tidying up, reaching over to take the box in her jaws and lift her head out of the tall woman's reach. "Hraedhyth! You're going to g-get us in trouble." « Listen to Iesaryth's. » Words are growled low, her patience for the day already running out. Azaylia droops, sighing. "I guess I could use... something." The once-dress is tighter than ever, and the leggings worn awfully thin at the knees. Lightly, "And when will you find time to sew it, in our massive amounts of free time in which we do our extra assignments and catch up work?" Rolling her eyes, Brieli starts going through the mess Hraedhyth's made, but in a methodical way - anything that's kind of Azaylia's style in dark colors and around her size is getting put off in one pile, anything bright and light and jewel-like in color goes into another, and everything else goes back into the boxes. "Maybe we could send some things to the seamstresses. I hate to do it, but..." A shrug. It's not as if sewing is their job now. Nodding to the dark clothes, she tells the other weyrling, "You can start there? Just some things to wear that you won't worry about destroying. Most of it won't last out graduation." A beat before gently, "This is what all this is here for, you know." Hraedhyth gives a massive yawn, jaws still stained with her stolen meal from earlier. It causes the box to drop at her front paws, tumbling on down, though luckily most of the fabric stays inside. Clothing is not a warrior's concern, but she does take pride in her lifemate. So she will suffer through this. "I... I could make time?" Azaylia tries weakly, but even she knows it's futile with the extra work that's been piled on. Between a Brieli and a Hraedhyth, she moves towards the dark fabric and begins to pluck through it. "Work clothes are... practical." Not exactly a hard soul to convince, she pulls out a pair of thicker trousers, still black. They're placed to the side, turning to see what else she can use. "I know." Voice trails, reluctant. "I guess I wish I could pay for it. I haven't done anything to earn anything, really." Iesaryth contents herself with snaking her head around the corner to surprise unsuspecting cavernsworkers as they go about their duties. Every time there's a gasp or a yelp, there's a gratified little huff; it's not getting old for her any time soon. « You could look through the shelves and see if there's someone to scare, » she suggests to Hraedhyth. Helpful Iesaryth. With a wrinkle of her nose at a hideous vivid green sweater, which gets tossed back, Brieli points out, "As you can tell, these are cast-offs, more or less. And you did lots of work before, and once we graduate, I am certain that they'll put us to work immediately - and it's not as if we're lying about right now. You pay for better clothes at gathers, or from traders. Or that people make for you." Glancing Azaylia's way as she unrolls a length of lustrous gold fabric, "What would you consider being enough to earn it? And do you like this yellow?" Hraedhyth is amused by her sister's antics. The high pitched cackling sounds mad within the shadows of her mind where her flames don't quite reach. « Hunting. » Weyrfolk? Not for food, but for fun. She lurches up onto her feet and turns her head around corners, jaws parted in a wicked grin. Azaylia only sighs, possibly catching onto their antics and realizing that they're harmless. "I didn't feel so bad taking clothes when I worked in the stables. And I don't exactly know what work they'll put us too- Ooooooh." Brown eyes reflect gold as they widen at the fabric Brieli's unrolling. "I love it. How is that a cast-off?" Not that she'll feel bad taking it, with the way she's staring. Brieli just shrugs at Azaylia - dragons are weird. "At least they're keeping themselves busy? And not eating anything?" Though she'll keep a wary eye on that long neck around the corner just in case - there's only so long that distraction will allow Iesaryth to go on the hunks of meat she scavenged up on her way out after Hraedhyth. Wryly, "I have an idea. Val gave me an assignment due end of the evening tomorrow - write up the last turn of Reaches' history in a paragraph or two, 'as if people may read it in the future'. I ought to work on that later. And..." She finishes unrolling it; there's not enough for a full dress, but enough for something. "Maybe whoever couldn't think of what to do with the leftover? Here." She offers it over, suggesting, "If you find something that needs patching, maybe you could do that again? It looks festive, the way you do it." "Or anyone." Azaylia jokes easily enough, when months ago she would never dream of it. Hraedhyth lowers her head to reach for that white lacy scrap, « Watch. » She'll ease her head out next to Iesaryth's, dropping the bit of fabric and ducking back. The next time someone comes around the corner to pick it up, she'll duck her head out with that frightening, toothy grin. "Oh that's mean, Hrae." But even she's giggling at their antics now. When Brieli shares her homework, the weyrling winces her sympathies. "I had to write an essay on a piece of recent history. I picked finding the Islanders." A shrug, clearly not terribly confident in her schoolwork. "O-oh. Thank you." She accepts the fabric and takes a moment to inspect it. "My mama taught me how. She could make anything look good again." Just shaking her head (though Iesaryth is highly pleased with Hraedhyth's ingenuity), Brieli's grinning widely even so, starting to heft a few boxes back up into place - perhaps a bit more easily than the lithe girl might have a month or so before. She's no farm girl, but... Picking through another bin, she notes, "Sounds like we're both having to brush up a little on history. Val said she was surprised, but I suppose I... never learned some things, or forgot." It's not bothering her as much as Azaylia, but something's eating at her. With a wry smile, "Too bad we can't take things to your mother. But there's some decent dresses and pieces there that I thought might look well on you." She points to the bright pile of fabrics and dresses, draped over one shelf. "How are things with you otherwise?" « Some prey needs bait. » Since Iesaryth has been so kind as to put the thought in her head weeks ago, Hraedhyth has made sure to learn what she can. "I... didn't really have much time to learn those things. And Harpers rarely came by." It doesn't sound as if Azaylia blames them. The thought of arriving with fabric for her mother to sew has the weyrling pulling a face, "She'd probably faint." Perhaps a hint that if her family knows, they've found out through the grape vine. Azaylia glances down at the blue tunic in one hand, placing it to her 'maybe' pile along with the gold fabric. "Uhm. Fine." She sounds distracted, sorting through the brighter pile with a touch more excitement. "What about you?" A glance towards Brieli, look lingering a bit. « This prey, definitely. » Iesaryth is pleased with her sister - though both should likely be aware the whole place is avoiding them by now. No fun for dragons, boo! "I didn't pay as much attention after my father passed. And would she? In a good way or a bad way?" Brieli asks Azaylia lightly enough that it could be brushed off with a joke, as she starts yet another pile with a pair of those slim, dark trousers she favors. The 'fine' arches brows until she sees what the other goldrider is distracted by; with another little shrug, "More awake these days, and no haircuts so far. The exam could have been worse." "Oh. I'm sorry." Azaylia pauses, straightening up to look towards Brieli with a light frown. "I didn't know." There's plenty of sympathy but no pity, and she doesn't linger on it for long. "Probably in a good way. Maybe?" She lifts a shimmering blue fabric, more brighter than Reaches' colors. "I'm still waiting for them to cut my hair." A soft mumble of, "I'm not gonna remind them." Hraedhyth huffs, picking up the scrap when it seems no one else will be coming and letting it fall delicately onto Azaylia's head. « This is mine. » The weyrling pinches the gauzy fabric between two fingers, rubbing it. With a gentle sigh, she places it in her pile and turns back to the gowns and Brieli. "You're right, though. I don't know when we're going to get to dress up again." Wistful sigh. Simply, "It was a long time ago." Brieli offers Azaylia a slight smile for the sympathy, but she's not about sticking around the subject either. "And that's nice - about your mother, and that blue color as well." A pause before, chin lifting as she goes back to cleaning up, "I told Quinlys I wasn't going to cut my hair. Iolene didn't, so why should we?" That might account for the particular care the weyrling has taken in her appearance of late, making sure her hair is done, her clothes are clean, so on. Trying to suppress a grin at Hraedhyth's claim, she notes to the gold, "It's you." Over her own sigh, "There might be something before graduation, you never know - though I expect graduation itself might be a bit... odd. But there'll definitely be dresses for that." "I don't really want to cut my hair." Hraedhyth gives a shift of her wings, heavy clubs thumping noisily against her side at Azaylia's obvious distress. "But it's a rule for a reason, right? ...Though my little buns," When she has time to do them in the morning, Hraedhyth. "Always worked when I was in the stables." Talk of graduation has the woman giving a slight tilt of her head, "I wonder if I should invite my family to that? Though it's so far away." At least that's how it seems, so much work piled on daily and their dragons to tend to. "Maybe another gather? The last one, for Devaki and- Oh!" She gasps, sounding even more breathless than usual. "Do you think we'll be able to go to their wedding?" "Well, then. We won't. We'll just have to tell Meara." Brieli recruits Azaylia just like that, and makes it sound so simple besides. Holding out a small burgundy sweater critically before tossing it aside, she notes, "It doesn't make any sense, other than to save time in the morning, really. Or to force us into some uniformity." With a roll of her eyes for that last idea, she glances Iesaryth's way again with some concern, as the gold inspects the bottom of the shelves for chewability. "I imagine you'll be able to send someone to get them. Or do it yourself. And..." Turning back to Azaylia as she tidies another box away, "If we can fly there, likely? I suppose it depends when it is. It would be nice if we could." Azaylia looks uncomfortable about going against the rules, her uncertainty obvious. "That doesn't seem fair, though." To those who've already had their pretty hair cut. The thought has her protectively grabbing at the tangled waves, bringing them over her shoulder to run her fingers through in thought. "People might think it's just because we have golds." Watching Brieli tidy another box has her quickly plucking that blue gown, a roll of darker blue fabric, and something else lacy and white. All of that goes into her pile, and she focuses more on helping the other weyrling. "I've heard rumors of early spring..? That might be too soon." Another sigh, but this time she's offering a smile. "If you want to go and feed Iesaryth, I can finish up on my own." Hraedhyth is clued in to the other dragon's hunger, dipping her large head low to try and look for food on the shelves closer to her. Less certain about pulling rank right away, Brieli shrugs after a moment. "Maybe Damaris will ask too. Honestly, I just don't see any reason to cut it, then spend all that time just... growing it back. Pointless. And I don't think I'll look all that nice with short hair, I'll admit it. I know it's not supposed to matter, but I do care. And if someone else was allowed, why shouldn't we?" Patting the high bun her hair is in, she takes up her few chosen clothes, watching Iesaryth out of the corner of her eye. "I can come back after I feed her to help out, once she's napping? And I can take back what you've decided on, if you like." As for the wedding, "If it's mid-spring, maybe. If earlier, if she'll let someone else take you." Looking a bit doubtful about that, holding out her arm for Azaylia's clothes, "Perhaps it'll take time to plan." "It did take so very long to grow..." Azaylia bites her lip, perhaps a bit more on Brieli's side than she was before. "It might be different, if there was Thread." But there isn't. The weyrling squints at her friend in disbelief, "I don't think you can look bad. Short hair or not." She twists her frame to reach for the pile, Hraedhyth's near see-through white scrap placed on top. "Thank you. You don't have to come back." She'll hand her clothing to Brieli with a soft laugh. "I should hurry, anyway. Hraedhyth won't leave without me." Hraedhyth will be nudging her head at Iesaryth's haunches, « Go. Feast. » Azaylia nods, pushing up to her feet with a box and sliding it back where it belongs. "Maybe. But we can talk later." Concern is clearly shared between the gold pair, though Azaylia pauses only to smile before she's bending back down. "That is true." Brieli is pleased to have another good argument pointed out, flashing a smile Azaylia's way. "No Thread." As for the disbelief, the other weyrling can given doubtful right back, pointing out, "We all looked fairly bad the first little while after they were hatched and... I'd rather avoid any more of that if possible. Or avoid risking it." Maybe she's just that vain. Crooking her arm around the clothing as Iesaryth takes the nudge as a cue to start out of the storerooms, she draws her brows together, worried - but lets it go for now. "All right. Later." There's almost a warning note in Bri's tone - don't go stressing without me! But then, there's a gold to chase down, who is rather more intent on getting back to the food than she was in getting out in the first place. |
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