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Logs:Meeting Weylaughn

2014-10-04T20:38:20Z

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|what=Ashe meets Weylaughn by the frozen lake. He's bold. She's bold. They're both bold. In the end, she teaches him how to, sort of, skate.
|where=Lake
|when=day 25, month 12, turn 35
|gamedate=2014.10.04
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|weather=the calm before a kick ass storm
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|log=Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr(#276RJs)

The rest of the bowl may be barren, grass barely surviving at best, but here by the lake, it's brilliantly green in the warmer months: thickening and thriving in the silty, boulder-dotted soil just before it transitions to soft sand and thence to the cool, clear water itself.

A large freshwater lake fed by a low waterfall, it not only provides warm-weather bathing space for humans and dragons, but has one end fenced off as a watering hole for the livestock in the feeding grounds. The water there is often muddier than the rest of the clear lake, whose shallows drop off abruptly several yards out into deep water, and whose edge undulates against the coarse-hewn bowl wall: here close enough to just be bramble-covered rocks, there far enough away that a narrow land bridge divides the main lake from a smallish pond. Between are several rocky outcroppings that form excellent makeshift diving points, though only one -- across the bridge -- has a set of narrow, slippery, quite possibly tempting stairs.

Wind and snow make for very bad weather today. The visibility is low, making travel dangerous.

Obvious exits:

Diving Cliff Lake Bowl Far End of Lake

It's not so bad early in the day, the wind and snow just on the horizon in all its impending doom dark clouds glory. Ashe sits on the banks of the lake shore, bundled in her winter finery of fur-trimmed attire, and tries to pull on a pair of ice skates. The rest of the lakeside is pretty clear, as the sight of a horrible no good day has sent most residents to try and finish their work and chores quickly, before the onslaught arrives.

The lake isn't precisely a popular choice among those who are outside, particularly with that doom looming on the horizon. Thus, Weylaughn's presence could be chalked up to either confidence, sheer stupidity, or probably both, depending on one's opinion of him. He's bundled up nicely in black, with silver embroidery and accents of purple here and there. The hood is up, the gloves are on, and he's taking what is, for all accounts and purposes, a leisurely stroll along the shre - at least until he spots the young lady with the skates. One eyebrow pops up and he draws a bit closer before he calls, "Hello, miss! What have you there?" And if she has any ear for accents, his is definitely Cromese, with just a bit of a dialectical twist.

One last ''ooomph'' pulls on the second skate finally, causing Ashe to fall backwards into the bank of snow just as Weylaughn arrives. Lying prone and staring up, the starcraft apprentice stares, blinking successively, before bursting into laughter. "That," Ashe says when she finally can speak in between giggles, "Was for calling me ''miss'', and for the fact that I'm in no state to be overly polite. Could I trouble you to give me a hand?" A soft purple-dyed leather gloved hand reaches up for help.

His approach is measured, hands folded behind his back in a peculiarly formal manner. Straight-backed and square-shouldered, Weylaughn might very well appear to be neatly buttoned up in all respects - until the young woman bursts into laughter. There's a concerned creasing of his brow, a momentary parting of lips as an apology is thought of, only for the whole affair to end with a lopsidedly boyish grin of relief. "Ah, my apologies, miss, but I don't know your name. Ah! Certainly. Here..." Her gloved hand is met with one of his black-gloved own and he'll give a firm pull to assist her to her feet. "Weylaughn of Seven Echoes Hold at your service." His grin straightens out just a bit as he adds, "But you can call me Wey, if you'd like."

Recognition is fleeting at the mention of where Weylaughn is from, so the apprentice returns in kind with a succinct, "Ashe of Pairi. And thank you." Using his hand, she helps herself up to a ice-skate standing wobble, and then begins to immediately dust the snow off her attire. "Thank you, Wey. I thought I might take my chance with the calm before the storm by testing out the lake when no one's around. Have you ever skated before?" She's not letting go of that hand, the wobbling balance she has not being very balanced at all.

There's a moment of recognition in kind for Ashe's origin, but Weylaughn's creased brow is quick to settle out. "The pleasure's mine, Ashe." He shifts his grip just slightly for comfort, but without - hopefully! - affectng her balance at all. He cuts a look to the lake at her question and his smile falters just a little. "Oh," he begins, "we've done it a time or three on the lake at the Hold." He tilts his head and considers her from the corner of his eye. His voice drops to a conspiratorial tone as he finishes, straight-faced, "It's never gone well for me. I've all the grace of a legless wherry on the ice - and that's insulting to the wherry."

There's another of Ashe's laughs, both her hands now tightening about Weylaughn's one hand, most particularly after he shifts his grip. "I'm not so bad, but it's hard being here in skates. Walk me to the lake." There's a note of a question there, even if it still sounds more like a command. "Really," the young woman confides, head ducking closer to Wey as if sharing some deep secret, "I've been dying to go to one of the gathers out there somewhere, but can't seem to find the time. Seven Echoes, hmmm?" Curious brown eyes skip to take in Weylaughn's features. "You're a long way from home, sailor."

"You're doing better than I would," Wey notes with a laugh. And he is a well-trained lad; demand or request, it results in compliance. He moves only as quickly as she seems able to, with his other hand at the ready should slippage occur. "Ah, it's been a while. I've been to a handful of gathers, but not nearly as many as I'd like." His previously tilted smile sobers up. "And we've not actually been to Crom, which is a pity." A slight shake of his head follows, as if to clear it, and then there's his smile again, renewed and bright. "Ah, well. I'm here on business. Nothing more. I should be back at the Echoes, but I was told I might be able to catch the Weyrleader today to talk." There's a beat, two, then: "What brings you here from Pairi, if I may be so bold as to ask?"

"You could be bold," Ashe starts, then smiles, "But I reserve the right to retain any air of mystery I think I have. And if you are the kind of gentleman I've heard Seven Echoes is so famous for, you'll pretend I'm mysteriously charming even if I'm not." Steadier walking than standing in place, when they reach the lake's edge, there's an audible sigh, relief, exhaling in a cloud of chilled breath. She picks the ice with the toe pick and then settles the rest of the first blade and then the second on it, standing admirably but still not letting go of that hand. "There."

Concession is a tip of the head and a brief dipping of his chin. "Mysterious 'tis, then," Weylaughn responds. "Though I'm hardly any good at pretending - you ''are'' most mysteriously charming, unless you're putting me on." At the lake's edge, he's mindful to keep his boots planted on the ground and far from the ice itself - even if that means reaching out a bit further than he'd feel comfortable to ensure ''her'' well-being on the ice. Of course, it takes a second or two for the rest of her words to catch up - or so it seems. "Ah. But, this time, I shall ask" and boldly, at that! "just what kind of gentleman ''is'' Seven Echoes famous for?"

Faux admiration, for the boldness, teases across her expression in the form of twinkling eyes and a quick smile. "The stuff fairy tales are made of." Ashe doesn't leave it just at that though, and skates backwards, letting her finger tips trail along his hand until she's just out of reach and then dropping her arms to clasp hands behind her back. "Handsome." Warm brown eyes look to Weylaugh. "Check. Charming." The smile's breadth increases. "Check. Unable to skate?" And now she's outright laughing, a merry sound that doesn't go too far in this calm before the storm, "Check? Fairy tales, my man, fairy tales."

There's his smile again, skewed with a sense of curiosity that results in a dubious sort of satisfaction. Weylaughn's dubiousness builds with a further furrowing of his fine brow - and as she pulls out of reach, his arm remains extended for a few moments too long. It eventually folds back behind him, allowing him to return to his comfortably stiff and formal posture, but his expression - inquisitive with a side of uncertainty and smiles - lingers throughout her checklist. Frankly, it's the kind of silly expression he'd be yelled at about, but he's wholly oblivious to it. "I wasn't aware," he finally says, "that an inability to skate was something of fairy tales." Yes, that's all he got out of it.

Ashe laughs again, skates a few lazy circles and comes about to stand in front of Weylaughn skating backwards. "And, that the lady of the hold is hard to please. Particularly," adds Ashe, with a curious tilt of her head to Weylaughn, "When it comes to her eldest." Toe pick. She stands there with an open expression. "I'm glad to have run into you. If you're still here by Turnover, I'd like to ask you to be my escort. If in name only. A name my parents might recognize and rest assured I'm not off consorting with dragonriders and their ''ilk''."

The lad braces against a thin gust of chilly wind, features scrunched up just a little until it passes. "On that, you would be quite right." Weylaughn's expression shifts just a little, his usual smile relegated to something a bit more dignified. "Mother's... particular, but for good reason." He straightens up and matches her manner, more or less; perhaps not ''quite'' so open, but amiable enough. "That's a bit unconventional," he points out, but it's a good-natured thing. "But, I would be honored to be your escort." The seriousness splits again, back into that boyish grin from before. Conspiratorially: "It should do well to reassure Mother... well, in the same way that it should reassure your family. Appearances are important and all that."

"I'm glad we're copacetic. And should you find someone else to wander off with, I promise, I won't write my parents about it." Ashe smiles brightly and holds out a hand, "Shall I teach you how to walk on ice? Or have you had enough of the cold for today?"

There's a bit of a laugh at that and a slight shake of his head. "I doubt that'll be the case. There aren't any ''proper'' women about," though that's not ''his'' word for it, gauging by the audible air quotes around it. Weylaughn cautiously approaches the edge of the ice, with a glance flicked from her to the ground, to the ice again. "I suppose you could try, but I warn you - limbless wherry on ice." And, with that, he'll brave the ice under her tutelage until such time as he's called for. He'll probably come out of it with a bruised tailbone for his troubles, but it will be a bruised tailbone earned with pleasure.
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Logs:What Polite People Are (and Not)

2014-10-04T20:32:45Z

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|who=Ashe, Edyis
|what=Ashe is trying to study. Edyis interrupts her. It's a safe assumption that these two will not be friends.
|where=Records Room
|when=day 22, month 12, turn 35
|gamedate=2014.10.03
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|weather=Lightning snow
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|log=Records Room, High Reaches Weyr(#367RJs)

Books. Scrolls. Bound hides. Maps. If it's a record pertaining to the Weyr, it's likely to be in this roughly oval room with its floor-to-ceiling cherrywood shelves, its multitude of slots for scrolls, and its wide drawers for materials that shouldn't be rolled up or folded. A scribe is usually on duty at the tall desk up front with its good view of the room, and is able to help visitors find what they're looking for via the big bound index on its rotating stand. Past the desk, several tables stand in neat rows for note-taking, each stocked with glowbaskets, scrap hide, paper and pencils. Additional lighting is provided by a many-armed wrought-iron light fixture, its glows gleaming through luxurious glass containers in fluted shapes instead of baskets.

To one side of the room, a gap between two sets of shelves outlines where another set once stood, now replaced by a tapestry-covered aperture. Peeking behind the tapestry reveals another cavern, this one likewise full of shelves, but occupied by only a few boxes of older records and a somewhat musty air of disuse. As well, two narrow but solid doors are locked when the room is unattended and a discreet staircase provides direct access from the Weyrleaders' weyrs.

Obvious exits:

Weyr Entrance Council Chambers

While her things occupy the entirety of one table, maps of the area, books on explosives, books on architecture related things, and a history of the Weyrleaders of High Reaches, Ashe sits at another table with a few select books stacked next to her elbow. But it's not the books that are retaining her attention, and more the chatter of the other apprentices not really immersed in daily study. Instead, the subject du jour is the state of the vintner craft. "So is he still Mastervintner or not?" one boy asks. To which a response comes from a baker apprentice, "Well, they voted him out, but haven't voted anyone else in..." And then a far more dubious, "I don't think they're allowed to do that."

Ashe is the quiet one, silent as she takes each opinion in. Her finger runs idly, flipping through the pages of one of her texts, but not really paying attention to the words on the page. It's mid-afternoon and out of the blue, interrupting one boy's theories on what's ''really'' going on at Vintner Hall, "Do you think any of you will go to any gathers this winter?" The silence is followed by people making excuses, wandering off into their own little group to chat. Ashe looks at the suddenly empty table and shrugs, diffidence light on her ''oh whatever'' expression.

There are a great many things Edyis can be patient with, and it's normal to expect a little bit of discussion in the records room from time to time, however ''chatter'' isn't something she usually tolerates for very long. Probably because it's craft politics being discussed she's allowed it to go on without the usual menacing ''shh'' that is typical of her kind. It's when the quiet one pipes up that dark eyes study the brunette more carefully. After shushing the huddle of apprentices she makes her way over studying the spread of materials. "Quite an interesting assortment of materials, are these all yours or can some of them be returned to the shelves?"

After her crafting companions leave, Ashe settles into the empty table with her texts, ignoring the books behind her. But if anyone might sit there, or clear things, she's quick to pipe up with, "Those are mine. Please leave them," all without looking up from her books. So when Edyis interrupts her newfound quiet with her question, the starcrafter returns with a placid, "Those are mine. Please leave them." Except the former of Edyis's words sink in belatedly and she looks up, sharply pretty features turning curious. "It's part of my research. If it's a bother, I can move it to the workrooms across the bowl. I just didn't want to move them in this weather." By this weather, she must mean the lightning snow outside that rattles the mountain every so often.

Long fingers pick up one of the texts on architecture and flip through the pages with the sort of reverence one would expect of a person who spent much of their days handling far more delicate materials. "A conspiracy theorist might surmise you were planning to plant an incendiary device somewhere." Edyis says, now looking up with a wry smile that colors the words with humor. "I don't mind people who use the records room for its intended purpose, as a place of study." Closing the book and setting it back down in its proper place exactly.

Ashe considers Edyis in combination with what she says while she fingers the architecture texts. "Since you're not asking a question, I don't think it's necessary for me to answer anything. ''Were'' you asking a question? And should I worry that whether you mind or not should matter to me?" Polite, but suddenly less warm, the starcraft apprentice looks with a look of absolute patience at the other woman.

The scribe does try to hide her amusement at the shift in demeanor. "It was simply an attempt at humor." She replies selecting another of the books and studying the pages carefully. "These are all in excellent shape and decent copy work too. It's always good to meet a person who knows how to care for books." She sets the book back down in the way she found it. With a smile, "Whether or not you worry is your own choice, I merely meant to pay you a complement. You aren't like the usual chatterboxes that come in here in the name of ''study''. "

The apprentice's hackles don't quite fall at Edyis' explanation. The slender teenager rises, with the three texts she was looking at, and moves back to her table with all her things, and starts putting them in even neater piles, stacks and stacks upon each other. "I'd say that's a sily judgment call to make after saying less than a handful of words to someone. Just because ''today'' I was tired of listening to what's happening at the vintner craft and would rather go dancing somewhere, doesn't mean I'm not a chatterbox who comes here in the name of ''study''." Ashe smiles, her nose wrinkling. "If anyone at my Hall heard you say I was one of the quiet ones they'd just laugh and laugh." Less warily, with levity dancing in her voice, she also adds, "And, the irony that you're talking to me, distracting me from my brief moment of study to chatter, is not lost on either of us I hope. I'm Ashe."

The dark eyed young woman laughs, "A point well made, and no the irony is not lost." Edyis is grinning now, "I still stand by my assessment however, and someone who takes good care of their materials is always welcome here. I'm Edyis, It's a pleasure to meet you Ashe."

"Please don't take this the wrong way," Ashe starts, her books and belongings gathering in a much tighter circle around her, "I'd appreciate it if you didn't actually touch my belongings." The apology laced in the apprentice's tone lightens the firmness of it. "Well met. Do you usually police what people do in here?" The young woman checks her hip against the desk, a subtle barrier between Edyis and her things.

"Ah, it would probably do well then for you to actually sit with your things from now on as a precaution, though I hope you aren't intending to claim the History of the Weyrleaders as your own." She's still smiling, and amused at the possessiveness of the apprentice. She doesn't move to study anymore of the texts however, seeming for the moment at least to respect Ashe's wishes.

Ashe's brow arches again, this somehow being the final straw. "Usually, when you vocally claim something, people listen and people respect those boundaries, particularly when it comes to study materials. And as the book is checked out in my name, yes, I am counting it as mine. But if you'd like to remove my name and take it back, you are ''more'' than welcome to." The starcraft apprentice packs up some of her texts into the bag slung behind the chair. Bag, extra books, and scrolls of maps are picked up too. "To think I even thought a day like this would be worth studying on. Weyrfolk and their utter lack of boundaries." She's not even pretending to mutter under her breath as she exits without saying goodbye. Or maybe that's the goodbye.

"And most people are polite enough not to take up two tables in a records room." It's not angry, but rather more amused as she watches the apprentice pack up, Gingerly reclaiming the copy that is left behind, unable to keep from smirking. Returning it to its place on the shelves, and marking as returned. "That was diverting."

Ashe probably hasn't heard. ''Probably.'' The door to the records room is all but slammed as the apprentice exits.
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Ashe

2014-09-21T07:43:59Z

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Smooth and polished, from the tawny velvet of her skin to the high-bridged thin nose and warmth of her narrow eyes. Rich dark hair is usually coiffed in an artistically messy bun with loose curls framing her face and spilling down her shoulders. Groomed brows highlight the striking structure of her features, drawing focus to high cheekbones and a regal jaw-line, creating the semblance of a woman with everything under control. But then, there's a half-smile that slips past the cultivated mask, and an impish twinkle distant in those dark eyes that might imply otherwise.

== WYSK ==
She never wears her craft knot around, instead favoring her home knot, a minor hold that looks to Lewis and High Reaches Hold.

Her daily duties include taking (care of) and notes for the incredibly old Starsmith master posted to the Weyr forever and ever.

She must be from a wealthy family, or lives way beyond her means with her upscale clothing.

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Ashe

2014-09-21T07:42:28Z

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Ashe

2014-09-21T07:38:37Z

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Smooth and polished, from the tawny velvet of her skin to the high-bridged thin nose and warmth of her narrow eyes. Rich dark hair is usually coiffed in an artistically messy bun with loose curls framing her face and spilling down her shoulders. Groomed brows highlight the striking structure of her features, drawing focus to high cheekbones and a regal jaw-line, creating the semblance of a woman with everything under control. But then, there's a half-smile that slips past the cultivated mask, and an impish twinkle distant in those dark eyes that might imply otherwise.

== WYSK ==
She never wears her craft knot around, instead favoring her home knot, a minor hold that looks to Lewis and High Reaches Hold.

Her daily duties include taking (care of) and notes for the incredibly old Starsmith master posted to the Weyr forever and ever.

She must be from a wealthy family, or lives way beyond her means with her upscale clothing.

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2014-09-21T07:22:29Z

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