Logs:Who's Your Father?
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| RL Date: 5 October, 2009 |
| Who: Dashaya, Isobel, Kash, Tilin |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Kash runs in to more blooded candidates. She's not very impressed, and has to build up her own family connections to make up for it. |
| When: Day 7, Month 12, Turn 20 (Interval 10) |
| Isobel is in front of the mirror, where she's been for the past half-hour, fussing with her appearance, changing her jewelry, holding up an outfit to see whether the color goes with her particular accessories, changing her jewelry again, touching up her makeup. Finally, she picks up a brush, runs it through her hair, and makes a face. "I need to wash my hair in the worst way," she announces. Nakasha's cot is not so far away, and that's where she is now, skimming through a piece of paper - a letter? Perhaps - with more interest than perhaps such a small piece of paper deserves. If she's been aware of Isobel's primping thus far, she's made no sign of it; now, though, with the other girl speaking, she glances up, and her eyes roll. "Then go wash it?" Surely it's not that hard. "I will," Isobel says, "but I have to put all these things away first." She gestures at the pile of clothing and jewelry now lying haphazardly on /her/ cot, which is, conveniently, right next to the mirror. But when she actually looks at Nakasha, her attention is caught by the paper in her hand. "Ooh, did you get a letter?" she asks, sliding over to investigate. Her gaze following Isobel's to the other girl's cot, Kash's expression is one of both envy and horror, somehow caught between the two; "Who honestly needs that much stuff?" she wants to know, the words coming out while she hurriedly attempts to put her letter away, out of reach, before the other girl gets near. "Mm, but it's nothing interesting, truly. Just a letter." Tilin comes into the barracks, carrying his gitar, which he places down on his own bunk before sitting down. His bunk not being too far from Isobel's and Nakasha's, he looks over and gives a small wave, "Hello." "I suppose most people wouldn't," Isobel admits freely, "but I was lady-in-waiting to Lady Astrella at Fort Hold before I came here, and well. I'd have stuck out like a sore thumb if I /didn't/ have lots of clothing and jewelry. And I couldn't very well leave it there." She smiles. "Besides, most of it was gifted me by my father, so I could hardly give it up." She gives Tilin a cheery wave, eyes lighting up when she sees his gitar. "Oooh, do you play? I'm Isobel," she introduces herself. She cuts a mischief-filled glance back toward Nakasha. "It can't be /that/ dull. Do you have a young man?" she asks with a curiosity so bright and cheerful that it manages, somehow, to be charming and not obnoxious. Nakasha seems to be trying very hard not to look envious, though in the end she settles for a simple enough smile, one that gets distracted towards Tilin as the young man wanders in. "Hello," she says, her greeting tacked on to the end of Isobel's. Of her letter, gaze slinking towards the other girl, and then towards the now-hidden letter, she shrugs. "Pretty dull, honestly." Tilin smiles to Isobel's question and nods quickly, "I'm Tilin. Apprentice Harper, until I was Searched anyway." He glances curiously as well a moment to Nakasha as Isobel asks her questions, but stays sitting where he is for the moment. "Ah, were you?" Isobel says politely. "How nice. You'll have to play for us some time - why, we could have our very own evening entertainment here in the barracks, if what they've got in the living cavern isn't to our taste!" She claps her hands in excitement at the idea, apparently assuming that Tilin will be just as excited to be pressed into service. "Wouldn't that just be grand?" she asks Nakasha. "What kind of music do you like? I'm quite fond of 'Roram and Aurelia,'" that being a popular ballad about star-crossed lovers. Tilting her head at Tilin with a winning smile, she asks, "I don't suppose you know that one?" Now, Nakasha just looks relieved - when she's not trying to hide it with a warmer smile, of course - that the questions about her letter, or the unanswered one about her young man, have been abandoned for the moment. "That kind of thing's a bit... frilly, for my tastes. Prefer something I can dance to, in general." She settles back on her cot, adding, "But music's all good, sure." Tilin thinks for a moment, and says, "I know of it, but don't think I could play it right off. But, I'll see if I can send for the music, I'm good at learning new songs. My father normally gives me a new one to learn every seven anyway. Just might take me a little longer than normal, what with all the chores they give us." Then he looks to Nakasha and nods, grinning, "That's my favourite kind as well, but you're right. All music is good." "Oh yes, music is lovely," Isobel says. So they're all in agreement! "Would you /really/ learn it, just for me? That's so sweet of you," she gushes at Tilin. "But if you know dancing songs - you know, tonight everyone will probably be tired from the banquet, but tomorrow night, we could have the boys push all the cots back and make a dance floor!" The more Isobel gushes, the less envious Kash looks; it's amazing how that happens. Sitting cross-legged, now, she presses her hands into her lap, keeping her attention sliding lazily between one candidate and the other. "Guess you'd have to like it, as a harper. That's what you do a lot, isn't it? Well. My brother - one of them, anyway, the harper one - mostly writes novels and stuff, but he plays at gathers a lot, too." Isobel's idea gets a moment of consideration. "Maybe. So long as it didn't go too late, what with the little kids needing their sleep." Tilin nods to Isobel, giving another smile, "Sure I will." He looks to Kash and grins, "Well, most of us. Some Harpers are archivists, others are artists like Maitrey. Some write novels, like you mentioned. But for the most part, music is what we do, yeah." He looks back to Isobel and says, with a grin, "Yeah, that sounds fun. With just me playing, it wouldn't last too late anyway." "We'll do it, then!" Isobel says happily. "Your brother is a harper?" she says to Nakasha, as if the other girl has just gone up a notch in her estimation. "Who's your father?" she adds, forgetting for a moment that she's at the weyr where not everyone's father is necessarily Someone Important. "Right, sure," agrees Nakasha, fairly lazily, in response to what Tilin has to say about harpers. "Know that. But those of you that play... play at gathers and whatever a lot. Lots of dance music." Isobel's question draws her back up straight, her gaze giving the other girl an appraising look. "My father is a vineholder in the Tillek region," she says, tone edging towards defensive. "But another of my brothers is Weyrleader of High Reaches." Tilin picks up his gitar again, gently picking his way through the opening of a tune, as if trying to decide whether to play it at the upcoming 'dance'. He looks back up to Isobel and Kash again. To the latter he asks, "Really? What's he say about you being Searched here?" Dashaya has arrived. "Ah!" Isobel is definitely impressed, not so much by Nakasha's father, but having a brother for a weyrleader - that's something. "K'del," she says, nodding as she's able to summon the name from memory. "Your family must be very proud! He was the youngest weyrleader in - turns and turns, wasn't he?" Getting attention from all sides, even if it's not related to /her/ so much as her /family/, Kash straightens, sticks back her shoulders, and positively beams. "He's thrilled," she tells Tilin. "My mother's the one liable to have a dozen kittens, but apparently she's getting over it." Proudly, she confirms Isobel's reference to her brother's name with a sharp nod; "K'del, yes. We're very proud. He was-- and is. He's still only eighteen, but High Reaches is doing /beautifully/." At least as far as his sister is concerned. Tilin smiles back to Kash at that and says, "That's great! I've never been to Reaches. Or really outside the Fort area. My father's from near Tillek originally, but he never really goes to visit them. My mother's headwoman at Fort Sea, so she's always too busy to do much travelling." "It's quite an accomplishment," Isobel says with another smile for Nakasha. Tilin gets a sharp look, and then an amused little smile for what he's not saying. "You're Rivellan's grandson, then! I /thought/ your name sounded familiar." She hasn't shared her own family lineage - daughter of Gar's Holder - but given her interest in everyone else's, it's more likely that she's operating with the assumption that they already know, rather than any modesty about her own family background. "My brother is here," she mentions. "Atreyan, I don't know if you've met him? He's a candidate, too. Perhaps he will impress a bronze and become the second-youngest weyrleader on Pern." She's highly amused at the prospect. Dashaya steps into the barracks right about then from who knows where, and this time, she's got that blasted pad of paper under her arm once again, her hair loose around her shoulders and lower and a colored sliver working its way through her fingers like a person with a coin. Hearing someone speaking, she offers a glance over Tilin's way and a nod toward Kash and Isobel and whoever else's about, heading for her cot. "Evening," So properly sounded out too. Nakasha's gaze flashes back towards Tilin, her eyebrows raising at this yet-another-blooded person; that, of course, draws her mouth in slightly, as though this makes the other candidate distinctly less appealing. These bloodeds, can't get away from them. "Perhaps he will," she says to Isobel. "But perhaps not." Now, she sounds actively cool, drawing herself off the edge of her cot, then sliding off towards the door. "I need to go wash up. Good night." That last is aimed at Dashaya, too, as the girl enters; Kash departs, looking sulky. |
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