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Logs:Day After the Storm

2015-09-06T19:55:19Z

Foxfire: Created page with "{{Log |who=Aniese, Edyis, Minara, |what=The morning following Roszadyth's flight, a trio of folk congregate on the Patio. |where=Garden Patio Ledge, HRW |involves=High Reaches..."

{{Log
|who=Aniese, Edyis, Minara,
|what=The morning following Roszadyth's flight, a trio of folk congregate on the Patio.
|where=Garden Patio Ledge, HRW
|involves=High Reaches Weyr
|day=26
|month=9
|turn=38
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2015.09.06
|quote="You'd have to define normal, but a gold flight pretty much results in chaos and excess in any weyr."
|weather=The storm has passed, and all but the most stubborn puddles remain, leaving the skies blue, and Rukbat unusually bright.
|mentions=Farideh, A'rist, Quinlys, Telavi,
|type=Log
|icons-new=Icon edyis.jpg, Icon minara aside.jpg,
|log=It's later in the morning, between drills and duties, that Edyis has claimed a seat on the garden patio. Picking apart bits of sweet rolls from the ample plate in front of her, and popping the bites into her mouth while she observes the activity in the bowl. A glass of milk sitting nearby to combat the sweetness. The ledge has a few other early comers, enjoying their breakfast or a late morning snack. Nearby a flame-licked brown huddles down, his tail twitching restlessly, sweeping an ark in the dirt every few minutes.

Minara walks in from the direction of the pub, carrying her own plate of breakfast goodies, along with a large mug that can still let off faint steam into the cooler morning air. She takes a seat at the table next to Edyis, nodding to the rider in greeting as she sets down her things. She finally leans back in her chairs, the warm mug held tightly between both hands as she regards the bowl for a long moment before glancing toward Edyis again. "Did he chase?" she asks, politely curious over the rim of her mug.

There's a wry twist of expression from the brownrider on the question as Minara takes a seat at the table. Her question merits some thought, it seems. "No, we went to Telgar almost immediately after she decided to wake everyone up at an unfathomable hour. He tried to argue with me about it, but, after chasing in Niahvth's, I wasn't having any of it this time." She grins then, "What about you? Are you a lock yourself in a broom closet kind of girl or perhaps you found someone to relieve the tension with?"

Minara begins to nod in response at first, as Edyis explains where they were, then she stops to grin. "No broom closets for me, thanks," she says in answer, pausing to take a sip of her tea before setting down the mug. "I've found flights to be one of the remarkable perks of living in a Weyr. Very liberating. Then again, I don't have a dragon half to consider, so maybe it's easier that way." She cuts some of the fruit on her plate with her fork, then pops a bite into her mouth before leaning back again. "Probably best to stay out of that one, by what I've heard."

Edyis grins, "There is something about getting caught up in that moment when it happens." She rolls a shoulder, "I heard Monaco made a showing, and that it was A'rist's Lythronath who won." She seems uncertain about the last, "Given the personalities of the respective parents, its bound to produce some ''interesting'' dragons." She grins, "Not that I don't get something of a twisted sense of satisfaction out of the idea of Quinlys dealing with a double clutch."

Minara nods in agreement, adding, "That's what I heard as well. And there was quiet a lot of cleanup to do, both of the weyr, and those who were in it." Her fingers tap against the side of her mug for a moment before she takes a sip. "If you're the sort who believes the pairings are meant to be, then we can relax and figure it's just the thing High Reaches needs," she offers, though a tug at one corner of her lips might indicate she's not so sure about that. "But interesting. Definitely that." As for mention of the weyrlingmaster, Min cracks another wide grin. "A double clutch in an Interval would produce about the same as a single in a Pass, right? If they could do it then, they can do it now. Though... more dragons and riders during a Pass, too."

Aniese doesn't really walk or climb up to the patio, she seems to be tottering along like an old auntie, her eyes only half open. She plops more than sits down into an empty seat and manages a fairly coherent "Morning. Afternoon. Whatever." and takes a sip from a large mug of klah.

Edyis laughs, "Are you that kind? To believe in fate?" There's a nose twitch. "Niahvth's clutch is bound to be small after that flight, and this isn't pass either." Edyis agrees. "It's not a matter of can, it's just going to wind up being a pain, unless all the pairs are magically as polite as punch. Even one clutch of moderate size can be a challenge I'm willing to wager." Ink-dark eyes lift then, to study the newcomer something like amusement uncoiling in her smile. "Good, ah, morning." She notes. "Rough night?"

Aniese's eyes are shut as she sips the klah. And sips. Finally, she sets the mug down and opens her eyes fully. This causes her to wince, blink rapidly, then try again. Her forehead has what looks like a worry line just starting and between her eyebrows is a faint frown line. She does make the effort to keep her eyes open though. "Remind me to never ever drink wine again. Not even a sip. Ouch." the last word emerges at the same time her eyes shut again. Blinking them open, but only halfway this time, the lines in her face vanish. "I need to make a sun hat." the last is more of a mutter to herself. "Glarehat. Whatever." She refocuses on the others and asks "Is this what is normal at these times in the weyr?"

Minara doesn't really answer Edyis' question, merely raising a shoulder in response as she drinks more of her tea. "I suppose time will tell. At least there's plenty of warning between now and then, right? Maybe Quinlys can conscript some new assistants or something." She turns to Aniese, then and grins slightly. "The bartenders here have a 'cure' for that. Not sure how well it works, but might be worth a try." As for normal? She looks to Edyis for that one for a moment before she picks up her fork again, and sets into her breakfast with a little more focus.

Edyis's dark eyes glitter, crinkling at the edges. "You'd have to define normal, but a gold flight pretty much results in chaos and excess in any weyr. Fortunately, they ''usually'' only happen every few turns or so." Still the brownrider watches, Akluseth's twitching ceases as he takes off in the direction of the lake. "Maybe," She says of the weyrlingmaster. "Seems like it's usually at least her and Telavi."

Aniese shakes her head carefully. "I don't think that will help to be honest. Or it won't help much? No idea." she goes back to sipping her klah for a moment. "Hmmm" Chaos and excess sounds perfect for last night. This morning. She tries opening her eyes again and manages not to wince this time. Just. "I think I'm allergic to wine." she mutters sounding disappointed. "Darn it." Taking a deep breath in an attempt to clear her aching fogged head. "I can't even think today! This is crazy."

"I don't know about 'fortunately'," Minara replies, grinning again. "I mean, ''I'' had fun," she shares with a happy little wiggle as she finishes off her fruit and returns to her tea, nodding in reply. "There's always a way." She gives Aniese a sympathetic look and glances back toward the Snowasis, though she doesn't get up. "Wine does seem to have an incredibly strong aftereffect. Maybe the Healers can give you something?"

"You aren't alergic, you just need to drink water and possibly not as much." Her eyes are laughing, even if she manages to keep it from spreading to her mouth. "Do tell?" Edyis replies to Minara as she watches that wiggle.

That little wiggle catches Aniese's attention as well though she doesn't say anything about it. "I definitely need to make something to keep the sun, or even the glare on cloudy days, out of my eyes." she decides firmly. Her eyebrows go up and her attention turns to Minara.

"Never," Minara declares, though it's with far more tease than anything else. She then grins at Aniese and shrugs. "We have all kinds of hats down in storage. Most of them are hand-me-downs, but I bet we could find something suitable. At least until the hangover has passed."

Edyis laughs! "Hopefully they were worth the effort." A little wry, as she looks to the younger woman, "Now I have to appologze because I've been sitting here and chatting with you in your hungover state, but I don't think I've caught the pleasure of your name..." She trails to Aniese then having given up perhaps on trying to place her.

"I could go check." Aniese answers Minara "Or if I can find someone with a ball of yarn, I could make one just as easily. I brought my hooks with me." The slightly greenish tinge to her skin vanishes as a nice red creeps up into her face. To Edyis, she blurts "Oh! I'm sorry, I'm Aniese. I've only been here a little while. I'm from one of the cotholds up that way." and she waves a hand in a vaguely northward direction. She decides to try to hide that blush behind the big mug of klah and she takes several more sips.

"Every bit," Minara replies, settling back in her chair, looking pleased. She turns to Aniese to catch the introduction, then grins. "Well, whatever you'd prefer. An already existing hat would be a far more immediate solution, of course." She takes another drink, then breaks a piece off her breakfast roll. "My name's Minara, by the way," she adds, nodding to the new girl.

Edyis grins, "No need to be sorry, I am not around the lower caverns as much as I used to be. I'm Edyis of brown Akluseth. At your service." There is a shift of her gaze over to Minara and another smile.

Aniese's face isn't quite as red as a moment ago, but the blush is still there. She sets the mug down again and manages a "pleased to meet you." A sudden thought makes her smile. "This is the first time I've been outside in a-" she hesitates as she thinks for a few seconds "well, a few days anyway. I keep myself busy or I'm snoring in my cot."

Minara arches a brow at Aniese, then grins at Edyis, as if implying something. Though she's only teasing, going by the silly grin that follows. "It is awfully good to get out once in a while. I've been trying to follow that advice myself the last several days. It's done wonders."

Edyis chuckles a little darkly. Pushing to her feet as she finishes. "Pleasure is all mine." She announces to the ladies. "Thank you for the conversation and company, but I have drills and shouldn't be late. Hope to see you both around."

Aniese's face is forming that worry/frown look again. "I think I'm going to go hide in the dark again until the miner and his hammer get out of my head, then I'll go look in the stores for those hats." Another hesitation. "And a ball of yarn if I can find one."

Minara waves to Edyis as she takes her leave, then she finishes off her own breakfast and tea and starts to rise. "I'm also going to have to be on my way. Though I'm on my way to the stores now. I'll keep an eye out for you." She then waves, wishing Aniese good luck with the headache, and steps down from the patio to resume the rest of her day.
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Logs:Fidelity is a Cruel Mistress

2015-09-06T04:40:12Z

Foxfire: Created page with "{{Log |who=Drex, Everett, Minara, |what=Misery loves company. And booze. |where=HRW: Snowasis |involves=High Reaches Weyr |day=24 |month=9 |turn=38 |IP=Interval |IP2=10 |game..."

{{Log
|who=Drex, Everett, Minara,
|what=Misery loves company. And booze.
|where=HRW: Snowasis
|involves=High Reaches Weyr
|day=24
|month=9
|turn=38
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2015.09.05
|quote="You don't have to somehow own a woman to have a problem with her doing that kind of thing behind your back."
|weather=The air is cool and damp, with the heavy feeling of a coming storm.
|mentions=Farideh,
|type=Log
|icons-new=Icon drex.jpg, Icon minara main.jpg,
|log=Early yet in the evening, possibly still what most people think of as the dinner hour, and for the sake of simplicity, some point before the 25th--which is to say, a perfectly ordinary early autumn evening following a perfectly ordinary morning. Everett is working. Or, well, he's at work, behind the bar. Actually working? Not so much. There will be more of a rush later, but for right now he's engaged in a game of solitaire. It helps to keep him from paying overly much attention to the only two people at the bar, a couple who are presently engaged in being very couple-y over drinks after work. There's a couple of small groups at tables, that sort of thing, but no orders to interfere with his cards at present.

Until Minara heads in, at least. There is a brief look for the couple, and another for the others already at the Snowasis this evening, but it's directly toward the card-playing bartender that she heads, claiming the barstool directly across the counter from him. She folds her ink-stained hands and rests her elbows and forearms along the edge, leaning in to watch the game of solitaire in progress, then asks, "Mind if I interrupt you for a moment?" Her mouth forms a wide but shallow smile, eyes twinkling as she switches from folding her hands to resting her chin on one as she nudges the remaining deck of cards just so.

One card in hand, Everett is tapping the corner of it on the bar thoughtfully, maybe not actually paying attention at all until he's pulled out of this reverie. "What? Oh, sure, no, sorry, just been trying to avoid being all third-wheely." A jerk of the head indicates the other pair, but he sets the card face-up next to the draw pile and then straightens, resting both hands on the bar. "Kind of wish they'd taken a table," a little quieter, almost confidential. Then, of course, back to habit: "What can I get you?"

"Maybe they just got... you know. Caught up in the act?" Minara offers, though she doesn't sound too convinced as she gives the couple a sidelong glance. When she turns back to Everett, there is a moment when she stares just a second too long, as if on the verge of saying something. Whatever that something is, it's brushed away with a tiny shake of her head as she smiles again. "Whisky, please. Nothing fancy."

The bottle is retrieved--nothing fancy, which means bottom shelf, right?--and Everett pours it into a clean glass, then pushes it across the bar to the young woman. The other pair doesn't get so much as another look from him, at this point. "Ah, well, whatever makes them happy, you know? We get that sort of thing all the time. It's sweet. Older couple the other day came in looking at each other with stars in their eyes, must have been nearly sixty. If I can have my little part in it, well, why not. But it's a supporting role. Nobody wants to remember the bartender after a date."

Minara laughs softly as she gives Everett a nod, silently thanking him for the drink. "You can't seriously tell me you're only ''ever'' the supporting role," she says dryly as she goes back to resting her forearms along the edge of the bar, both hands now wrapped around the glass. "In a Hold, maybe. But here?" She's not at all trying to hide the fact she's just teasing him, and the way her grin goes deeply crooked toward the end just seals it. She lifts the glass toward him with a murmured, "Thanks," then takes a sip. "My name's Min, by the way. Or Minara. I work with the clerks in the Stores."

Shoulders straighten. "On other people's dates, sure. On my own, of course not." Everett's pride obviously requires making this clarification, but the hand over his heart is probably putting a little bit too much drama into it. "Min-or-Minara. Nice to meet you. Everett. Stores. That sounds..." Exciting? Can he pull that off? "Like something that would require you to be very organized." There, he's managed to at least turn it back around to something like a compliment.

Minara laughs during the pause after "sounds", probably guessing at the reason. In answer, she shrugs, leaning back enough that she can sit up a little more properly. "It's kind of dull, most of the time, unless there's a new tithe coming in. But someone has to do it, right?" She takes another sip, then gestures with the glass toward him. "Like you, Everett. Not everyone can do your job, so it's a good thing you can."

"Someone does indeed," Everett agrees. A couple of riders come in, which requires a bit of a nod in their direction, orders taken, glasses, beer. It doesn't entirely divert his attention from the conversation at hand, though. "I'm sure everybody's grateful that I'm here," with gets a bit of a laugh out of the new customers, but not enough of one to keep them from going and finding a table. "But I suspect there are more items of vital importance in stores than there are behind the bar, however some of my patrons might think otherwise. Anyway, do you like the work? That's the important thing, I think. I like what I do."

"Are you kidding?" Min counters, looking incredulous. "More vital than liquor?" She shakes her head slowly before taking a deeper drink of whisky. "Not on a day like today. People are just acting crazy." She pauses, glass nearly raised again before she puts it back down. "Well, that's not the right word. But... you know." She takes a drink again, frowning, distracted. "You asked... oh! Yes. I enjoy my work." Down goes the rest of the whisky, after which she gestures with the glass, grinning as she silently asks for one more.

The bottle hasn't gone so far that Everett can't get it back open and splash a little more of it into her glass. "I've not been here so long that I won't say that everybody seems a bit crazy here at the best of times. Still getting used to it, I guess." He gives the bottle in his hand a look, then gets a second glass to do the same for himself. One of the perks of the job.

Minara certainly perks right up when Everett pours some whisky into a second glass. "That's true, I suppose," she says, agreeing to the first part, though her smile breaks into another grin after half a second. "But I prefer the kind of crazy here to some of the other kinds I've seen. The crazy here seems to make sense, somehow. There's a rhyme and reason to it." She lifts her glass in toast, then takes a sip before leaning her elbows on the bar. "You're new here, then? I would have said that's why you don't look familiar to me, but the truth is, I don't often find myself in need of a bartender."

"People here are a relaxed sort of mad, not an uptight one. It's an important distinction." Everett raises his glass in return, sips from it, then closes up the bottle to set it back where it belongs. "New enough to still have people asking if I'm new, so I suppose so. Beginning of summer. Which means I've been spoiled, I'm sure. Now the lovely weather will turn rotten and I'm sure people are less pleasant when everyone's been cooped up most of a winter, but that's true in Crom, too."

Minara laughs softly, nodding a couple times. "There is that. It seems to go in cycles. When winter's still new, there enough of those who enjoy it. The longer it wears on, though, the grouchier folks get. If you're lucky, you'll make enough friends of riders, and they'll spirit you away to fun destinations one in a while." Another sip, then the inevitable question, asked with a leading tone, "Crom, huh?"

"Crom." Everett, the bartender, in the middle of a still-relatively-quiet bar, is apparently regaling yet another patron with his life story, or selected exerpts from it. There's a couple who are clearly Together down towards the other end of the bar, and he's giving them a wide berth, though occasionally glancing down to see if they need fresh drinks. A few people at tables. Otherwise, slow, so far, but it always is when folks are just finishing dinner. "I didn't fancy myself a miner. Don't think it'd suit me, you know? And bars in those parts... well, people are more uptight, like I said. Anyway, I do like it here. Been working on cultivating some friends with dragons for just that reason. Well, not just that reason, obviously, but it helps."

Minara is seated at the bar directly across from the bartender, both of them having similar drinks, it would appear. Same colour, anyway. "Now that I can believe," she drawls, wrapping her fingers more firmly around her glass, trying to warm it probably. "The Hold I was from, I never even would have been allowed in a place like this. By my parents ''or'' the bartender. Not 'ladylike', or something like that. But what's not ladylike about having a good time?" She takes a sip and sets down the glass. "I always figured it was just an excuse. Removing temptation, or something like that."

The stomping from ledge outside probably isn't audible, at least until Drex comes into the relatively quiet Snowasis. He's frowning, for a moment, barely looking around before he makes a beeline for the bar, slouching onto the stool next to Minara as he mutters under his breath, "Fuckin' bronzeriders. Think their dollfin dicks don't need no knottin'," he seems set into a sulk, arms folding on the bartop. "Beer," he interrupts, all rude-like, recognition flickering as he spots Everett, "And put it on Fari's tab. Owes me." He glances, sidelong, brow furrowing as he regards Minara.

"Owes you? Not sure I can take your word on that as currency." But apparently Everett is confident enough about some method of payment worked out that he's willing to pour, even if he holds the glass hostage for the moment. To Minara, without too much of a pause, he adds, "Can't go impairing your judgment, after all, giving you a couple hours to realize that maybe the be-all and end-all isn't being delivered untouched to your future husband."

There's recognition on Minara's expression as she regards Drex right back, but she quickly turns back to Everett, responding with a snort of laughter. "Yes, that ''must'' be it. Looking out for my own good. Why didn't I think of that?" She grins before knocking back the last of her whisky. "Well, joke's on them, I guess."

"Come hunt me down if she refuses to pay it. She ''won't''," Drex says vehemently, mollified enough it seems by the fact that Everett is pouring, though his momentary withholding of said beer earns a distinct scowl. "C'mon, man. Some ''bronzerider'' is in with ''my'' girl, you going to fuckin' quibble over ''beer''?" He's eyeing Minara's glass, and leans closer to examine it a moment before he adds, "Give me some of that, too. In fact, a round for all of us, on ''Fari''."

Slight furrow of brow. The mental calculations are quick, but they aren't instant. Decisions to be made here, right? "That," he finally settles on, "is complete and utter bullshit." He pushes over the pint glass that's already been poured, goes for a shorter one for the liquor. And freshens up the two other glasses in proximity while he's at it. No looking gift horses in the mouth, here. "This is the same girl? You've had a round of shit luck." He'll raise his own glass to this, though he makes a face to go with it. What's the opposite of a toast? He's caught Minara's look, though. "You two acquainted?"

"Seems like you're the one who owes her," Minara says to Drex, her tone dry. "I mean, she puts up with you most of the time, right? Do you ever pay her back for ''that''?" She's teasing, and there's enough of that in her tone, but maybe the surly is just rubbing off on her. She waves a hand a moment later, though, and certainly doesn't turn down the offer of another whisky. "Anyway, she's only ''your'' girl as much as she wants to be. These implications that the men own the women somehow, or their various goods, has kind of turned my mood a little bit. Faranth." In case that wasn't answer enough to Everett's question, she turns back to the bartender and says, "Sort of. Like I said, I don't get out much. And thanks for the drink." Which she'll down half of right now. It gets easier with each refill, see.

"No shit," Drex replies, vehemently, straightening; there's something to be said for moral support, after all. He gulps down fully half the glass of beer, letting out a generous burp, before he pushes it aside to pick up the whisky. "Aint that simple," he scowls towards Minara, tossing back the whisky, before exhaling sharply. "Aye, she puts up with my shit. But I put up with ''hers'' too. Aint decked any holders lately. She's the one that lied to get me back here. Maybe you're right; she aint mine. She's the ''Weyrs''."

"You don't have to somehow own a woman to have a problem with her doing that kind of thing behind your back." Everett might prefer the Weyr's progressive norms, but evidently it will take more than a few months for him to buy into them wholly. He takes his leave for a moment to go freshen up some other drinks, but it's not so far as to not be able to keep track of the conversation. "Any chance, I don't know, just a misunderstanding? Imagine, you know, girl like that, she's got to have visitors about official business now and then, right? Doesn't necessarily mean, you know."

Minara opens her mouth, about to speak, but she just closes it again as she frowns at Drex. For a second, it looks like she might apologize, but instead she asks, "So why do you stay with her?" She watches Everett's progress as he tends to his job, but most of her more obvious attention is on her glass at this point.

Drex gives Everett a knowing, grateful nod. You get it, bro. He switches back to the beer, taking a gulp, though this time no burp follows it. "Been staying with her since I got back. And all of a sudden, she's been like a feline on heat. Told me she didn't want me there and threw things at me. Aint a misunderstanding." He gestures at the whisky glasses, as if indicating Everett to fill them up again. Minara's question earns a studied frown, and a reluctant admission, "Because I love the stupid, idiotic girl."

There's only a moment's pause, but Everett's been making relatively swift work on his, and apparently right now this is the sort of thing that just seems like a good plan. Impaired judgment, happens to everybody sometimes. "Rough. Women, I mean--I don't know." Present company does kind of limit just how commisserating he can be about this, doesn't it? Ah, well. Drink, instead. Easier. "Never run into a goldrider before the flight. Greenriders I've seen, though. If she's not herself, that's really what it is, isn't it? Heat. Basically. Still. Guess that's the one thing you don't worry about, back in the Holds."

"Fair enough," Minara murmurs as she finishes off the first round on Farideh. When another is indicated, Min wrinkles her nose slightly, considering, but too far into her drinks too quickly to really say no. At least it's put a curb on the women's lib stance. "True," she adds, after Everett's mention of the Holds. Then she frowns over at Drex. "Can't help but wonder why she doesn't want you, though. If it's just some sort of heat. Maybe she needs the dragon there, too."

"Aye," right about when Drex is agreeing with this whole ''women'' sentiment, he seems to remember there's one ''right there''. Awkwardly, to Minara, "Present company accepted. You always seemed... I dunno. Had my back. Aint forgotten." And he's gulping another mouthful of beer, which could be taken as a toast but is likely just because he wants it. Minara's latter words earn a blank, uncomprehending look from the sailor. "Needs the dragon to do ''what''?" Clearly, his mind is going to unpleasant places right now, if the deepening scowl of his expression is any indication.

"I wouldn't know anything about the dragon thing," is about as diplomatic as Everett can stay about this particular notion. Not touching it with a ten-foot pole, in other words. "You know, maybe it's just time to relax, you know? See... how things are after. I don't know. Anyway, you have my sympathies. Let me know if you need anything else?" Because Everett, unfortunately, is at work, and business is starting to pick up, and that means he's got to go take another order, here.

Minara gives Drex a confused look, unable to quite understand why he's scowling at her, until her own mind wanders toward something that makes her eyes go wide. "Well, shells, I didn't mean ''that''!" What? "That's just... just..." Oh hey, more whisky. She frowns at it and shifts in her chair, then touches her fingers to her lips in a not-so-subtle sobriety test. "Shards," she mutters darkly. And rather than make smart choices, she maims her own argument from earlier and downs that last bit of whisky in one go, then gets to her feet, keeping an awfully tight grip on the edge of the bar. "I'll, uh... catch up with you guys later," she murmurs to the two, not looking at either of them. She manages not to make a fool of herself on her way into the fresh air, but it's a near thing.

Drex's shrug seems to indicate he's pretty much on the same page as Everett when it comes to knowledge of dragon intimacies. "Just keep 'em comin', man." His gesture seems to indicate the whisky. His face clears of the scowl when Minara hastily corrects herself, falling into uncertainty instead. He doesn't seem too bothered by being abandoned -- not as long as his glass remains relatively full. He'll probably be here until closing time, before staggering to the nearest bed-equivalent somewhere in the inner caverns.
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Vash

2015-08-29T18:29:33Z

Foxfire:

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|body=== Description ==
Everything about Vash is varying shades of brown, with almond-shaped eyes and shoulder-length hair that falls in loose waves, both the color of deep mahogany, and smooth skin a shade of lightly creamed klah. Her face is rounded, and her lips full and just a little pouty. Her nose, while not overly large, still manages to be somewhat prominent, its arch standing out to merge with delicate brows of charred oak. She is still young, but not as young as she looks; she will likely not begin to show her age for some time. Her frame of middling height rounds to about 5'8", but there is very little meat on those bones aside from some steady toning around the arms and shoulders.

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== History ==
Vash (formerly Vashelle) grew up at a cothold northwest of Fort Weyr, almost midway between Fort and High Reaches. Her family (along with most of the others in the cothold) helped raise some of the sturdy little runner stock favoured by the mountain-going traders and the like. Her parents are both originally from the Telgar area (father from the Hold, mother from the Weyr), and Vash was actually born at Telgar Hold, but they moved to the cothold when she was very young.

While Vash's father thought she might have the aptitude for the Smiths, her mother was intent on matchmaking Vashelle with the son of a friend from Telgar. In an effort to avoid both pressures, Vash went her own way instead and traveled with a group of Traders that had been passing through.

Around the age of sixteen, Vashelle put up camp with the Traders outside Fort Weyr. Tired of traveling, she decided to seek work at the Weyr and began tending the Weyr's stables and fields. She was later asked to stand, and impressed to green Ihvaiyth.

During her weyrlinghood, both Vash and Ihvaiyth were injured during a barracks collapse. Vash's leg was broken and took well over half a Turn to fully heal, and while Ihvaiyth's injuries were less severe, their development during weyrlinghood was highly stunted. Vash did her best to catch up, then keep up, but it was a struggle.

That said, neither dragon nor rider seemed to exhibit any of the psychological effects that might be expected from such an event, especially considering the loss of one of their own during the collapse. Perhaps the same weirdness in Vash's psyche that makes other parts of life difficult made this particular one easier.

After weyrlinghood, Vash and Ihvaiyth joined Flint Wing, though only briefly. When time came for a new clutch to be herded through weyrlinghood, Weyrlingmaster Ebeny asked Vash if she would like to try her hand as an assistant. Perhaps it was thought that the greenrider's odd way of thinking, along with her own rough experiences during her weyrlinghood, might help her assist the new riders coming through weyrlinghood. It must have helped at least a little bit, because she remained an assistant weyrlingmaster until Month 9 in Turn 38.

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N'rad

2015-08-29T18:26:36Z

Foxfire: Tweaking slightly.

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N'rad is still on the skinny side, though his Turns since joining Fort Weyr have allowed his adult build to catch up. His hair is dirty blonde, shorter on the sides than on top, and that top is usually a mess. Aside from shaving his head altogether, there might be nothing the guy can do to tame the thick spikes, though regular application of a comb couldn't hurt. He seems to still be in that no man's land as far as facial hair goes. He tries sometimes, but it just doesn't stick. Or grow. Or do much of anything. He's far more likely to sport a ruddy look than a rugged one. When compared to his narrow nose and mouth, his best features are easily his eyes, normally a deep slate blue, though the colour seems to change with the surrounding lighting.

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Vash

2015-08-29T18:20:44Z

Foxfire: Finally updating some things.

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== Description ==
Everything about Vash is varying shades of brown, with almond-shaped eyes and shoulder-length hair that falls in loose waves, both the color of deep mahogany, and smooth skin a shade of lightly creamed klah. Her face is rounded, and her lips full and just a little pouty. Her nose, while not overly large, still manages to be somewhat prominent, its arch standing out to merge with delicate brows of charred oak. She is still young, but not as young as she looks; she will likely not begin to show her age for some time. Her frame of middling height rounds to about 5'8", but there is very little meat on those bones aside from some steady toning around the arms and shoulders.

Vash is not reclusive, but she tends to be socially awkward, and she knows it. This used to make her play the part of the wallflower, but as she's aged, that tendency seems to be falling to the wayside. Vash often says things that are barely connected to the conversation at hand, and at times she ends up downright insulting, though she's usually oblivious to that fact.

Vash continues to drift toward the company of runners and other animals more often than her own human beings, though she no longer goes out of her way to avoid people. Where words continue to fail her, actions do not. She has a certain degree of intuition that works well with animals. Possibly even animals of the Pernese variety. This was tested extensively during her tenure as a junior assistant weyrlingmaster.

Vash has a very strange way of thinking, and while she's aware of it, that awareness has not made it any better. She seems to be more comfortable with it since impressing to Ihvaiyth, however, and stands her ground even when she realizes she's said something "off". It is in part due to that strange way of thinking and to her own weyrlinghood experiences that she was asked to assist the weyrlingmaster's staff, as something of an experiment that that ran for several Turns.

== History ==
Vash (formerly Vashelle) grew up at a cothold northwest of Fort Weyr, almost midway between Fort and High Reaches. Her family (along with most of the others in the cothold) helped raise some of the sturdy little runner stock favoured by the mountain-going traders and the like. Her parents are both originally from the Telgar area (father from the Hold, mother from the Weyr), and Vash was actually born at Telgar Hold, but they moved to the cothold when she was very young.

While Vash's father thought she might have the aptitude for the Smiths, her mother was intent on matchmaking Vashelle with the son of a friend from Telgar. In an effort to avoid both pressures, Vash went her own way instead and traveled with a group of Traders that had been passing through.

Around the age of sixteen, Vashelle put up camp with the Traders outside Fort Weyr. Tired of traveling, she decided to seek work at the Weyr and began tending the Weyr's stables and fields. She was later asked to stand, and impressed to green Ihvaiyth.

During her weyrlinghood, both Vash and Ihvaiyth were injured during a barracks collapse. Vash's leg was broken and took well over half a Turn to fully heal, and while Ihvaiyth's injuries were less severe, their development during weyrlinghood was highly stunted. Vash did her best to catch up, then keep up, but it was a struggle.

That said, neither dragon nor rider seemed to exhibit any of the psychological effects that might be expected from such an event, especially considering the loss of one of their own during the collapse. Perhaps the same weirdness in Vash's psyche that makes other parts of life difficult made this particular one easier.

After weyrlinghood, Vash and Ihvaiyth joined Flint Wing, though only briefly. When time came for a new clutch to be herded through weyrlinghood, Weyrlingmaster Ebeny asked Vash if she would like to try her hand as an assistant. Perhaps it was thought that the greenrider's odd way of thinking, along with her own rough experiences during her weyrlinghood, might help her assist the new riders coming through weyrlinghood. It must have helped at least a little bit, because she remained an assistant weyrlingmaster until Month 9 in Turn 38.

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Minara

2014-12-08T17:26:54Z

Foxfire: /* Relationships */ Learning about wiki

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Tall enough to be slightly gangling, but just substantial enough to avoid petite, Min still seems to be caught somewhere between teenaged girl and adult woman. She has curves, but they're subtle, and if she smiles, there is an understated beauty that shines through, but most of the time her expression is masked in a serious study, slate blue eyes sharp above a somewhat pointed nose and full lips. Her hair is a wavy mixture of auburn and burnt umber, usually tied back in a simple braid that reaches just past her bony shoulders. With a naturally medium-toned complexion, the sun has lent a little more colour to her skin, though not enough to indicate anything more than casual labour out-of-doors.

== WYSK ==
Minara arrived in High Reaches in winter, shortly before the beginning of turn 36, after convincing one of its visiting riders to whisk her away from her life in one of Benden's minor holds. She has shown evidence of hold training both in her mannerisms and speech, though she has told very few so far which exact hold she is from, or who she was while she lived there. About six months later, she was given a permanent position as one of the Weyr's Storeskeepers.

== History ==
Minara is the second daughter (of many) of one of Benden's minor holders. Unwilling (or maybe unable) to be married off, in the last month of turn 35, she convinced a visiting rider to take her far, far away. Which ended up being back to his home Weyr of High Reaches. She couldn't get much farther from Benden than that without changing continents, so it seemed perfect.

For the first half turn after moving to the Weyr, Minara spent most of her days signing up as a casual worker for whatever tasks might be available, which could be anything from drudge work to clerical to mending clothing, though after a short while she began ending up most consistently in the stores, assisting the clerks. This eventually led to a permanent position as a Storeskeeper.

While her accent places her most certainly from the Benden area, she hasn't been entirely forthright about where exactly in that area, saying only that she needed a drastic change of scenery. The truth, but not the whole truth.

== Relationships ==
*[[A'rist]] - Such a strange rider. Seemed nicely meticulous, though, which Min appreciated.
*[[Ashe]] - A bright crafter type who helped Min get the rug back underneath her feet. Literally.
*[[Azaylia]] - Min first met the senior weyrwoman shortly after the death of her junior. Not the best time for first impressions, but it still ended up a good one.
*[[Edyis]] - One of the first people Minara met when she moved to 'Reaches. The interaction was fleeting, though there will likely be more, given Min's new position.
*[[Lycinea]] - Min wasn't sure what to make of this one. A tease, but not in the fun way. Reserving judgement for now.

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Minara

2014-12-08T17:23:54Z

Foxfire: Adding some info under Relationships

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Tall enough to be slightly gangling, but just substantial enough to avoid petite, Min still seems to be caught somewhere between teenaged girl and adult woman. She has curves, but they're subtle, and if she smiles, there is an understated beauty that shines through, but most of the time her expression is masked in a serious study, slate blue eyes sharp above a somewhat pointed nose and full lips. Her hair is a wavy mixture of auburn and burnt umber, usually tied back in a simple braid that reaches just past her bony shoulders. With a naturally medium-toned complexion, the sun has lent a little more colour to her skin, though not enough to indicate anything more than casual labour out-of-doors.

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Minara arrived in High Reaches in winter, shortly before the beginning of turn 36, after convincing one of its visiting riders to whisk her away from her life in one of Benden's minor holds. She has shown evidence of hold training both in her mannerisms and speech, though she has told very few so far which exact hold she is from, or who she was while she lived there. About six months later, she was given a permanent position as one of the Weyr's Storeskeepers.

== History ==
Minara is the second daughter (of many) of one of Benden's minor holders. Unwilling (or maybe unable) to be married off, in the last month of turn 35, she convinced a visiting rider to take her far, far away. Which ended up being back to his home Weyr of High Reaches. She couldn't get much farther from Benden than that without changing continents, so it seemed perfect.

For the first half turn after moving to the Weyr, Minara spent most of her days signing up as a casual worker for whatever tasks might be available, which could be anything from drudge work to clerical to mending clothing, though after a short while she began ending up most consistently in the stores, assisting the clerks. This eventually led to a permanent position as a Storeskeeper.

While her accent places her most certainly from the Benden area, she hasn't been entirely forthright about where exactly in that area, saying only that she needed a drastic change of scenery. The truth, but not the whole truth.

== Relationships ==

[[A'rist]] - Such a strange rider. Seemed nicely meticulous, though, which Min appreciated.
[[Ashe]] - A bright crafter type who helped Min get the rug back underneath her feet. Literally.
[[Azaylia]] - Min first met the senior weyrwoman shortly after the death of her junior. Not the best time for first impressions, but it still ended up a good one.
[[Edyis]] - One of the first people Minara met when she moved to 'Reaches. The interaction was fleeting, though there will likely be more, given Min's new position.
[[Lycinea]] - Min wasn't sure what to make of this one. A tease, but not in the fun way. Reserving judgement for now.

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Minara

2014-12-08T17:10:24Z

Foxfire: Updating position and history

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Tall enough to be slightly gangling, but just substantial enough to avoid petite, Min still seems to be caught somewhere between teenaged girl and adult woman. She has curves, but they're subtle, and if she smiles, there is an understated beauty that shines through, but most of the time her expression is masked in a serious study, slate blue eyes sharp above a somewhat pointed nose and full lips. Her hair is a wavy mixture of auburn and burnt umber, usually tied back in a simple braid that reaches just past her bony shoulders. With a naturally medium-toned complexion, the sun has lent a little more colour to her skin, though not enough to indicate anything more than casual labour out-of-doors.

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Minara arrived in High Reaches in winter, shortly before the beginning of turn 36, after convincing one of its visiting riders to whisk her away from her life in one of Benden's minor holds. She has shown evidence of hold training both in her mannerisms and speech, though she has told very few so far which exact hold she is from, or who she was while she lived there. About six months later, she was given a permanent position as one of the Weyr's Storeskeepers.

== History ==
Minara is the second daughter (of many) of one of Benden's minor holders. Unwilling (or maybe unable) to be married off, in the last month of turn 35, she convinced a visiting rider to take her far, far away. Which ended up being back to his home Weyr of High Reaches. She couldn't get much farther from Benden than that without changing continents, so it seemed perfect.

For the first half turn after moving to the Weyr, Minara spent most of her days signing up as a casual worker for whatever tasks might be available, which could be anything from drudge work to clerical to mending clothing, though after a short while she began ending up most consistently in the stores, assisting the clerks. This eventually led to a permanent position as a Storeskeeper.

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Logs:Smaller Pickles are Better

2014-11-26T00:58:31Z

Foxfire: Created page with "{{Log |who=A'rist, Lycinea, Minara, |what=The dubious merits of the current food choices are briefly discussed. There is also cutting. |where=Living Cavern |when=Spring, day..."

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|when=Spring, day 13, month 5, turn 36 of Interval 10
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|log=A'rist is cross-legged on the bench at the table he's chosen (not Iceberg's, just a random table, near the hearth, where the boots he's not wearing, the boots with the muddy soles that he's propped up so the soles can catch some warmth, have at least some hope of drying out a little bit. On his plate is a hobby-kit of a lunch, pickles that he's finely chopping, some meaty bits that he's saved from an otherwise empty bowl of stew, and a split bun, open, waiting. Yup. It sure is lunch in the caverns all right.

Minara has only just sat down, a plate balanced on one outstretched palm, while her other hand is held in an odd pose, the elbow pinning some rolled parchments in place, squishing them a little bit in the process. She slides the plate safely onto the table, then gives A'rist a nod of greeting before she seats herself. Then, with the parchments safely tucked between her knees, she starts digging for something in her trouser pocket, finally revealing it to be a tiny roll of bandaging. And why? A small, ragged cut on her forefinger, hence the odd pose. "Hidework is dangerous," she offers as a genial explanation, should anyone actually care. Soon enough, the bandage is in place, and she begins to work on her lunch, though just a bite into it she asks, "Was the stew good? It was tempting." Super tiny small talk.

Lycinea isn't on duty. There's no apron, there's no foodly evidence on her face, hands, or hair that she's seen the kitchen lately. In point of fact, she's cleaned up and wearing a (for-once) matching set of work clothes, though her pulled back hair shows damp spots, evidence of recent excursions outdoors where the flurries are falling (and melting). Her perusal of the lunch offerings is quicker than most, but then, she's familiar enough with just about everything in the Weyr's culinary repertoire to know what to take extra of and what to avoid. That hearth, on a day when there's snow, is awfully attractive, so it's probably no wonder that the blonde is claiming a seat next to Minara, glancing toward the two brunettes before she's wrinkling her nose at the woman's words and stuffing a roll into her mouth.

A'rist's mincing of pickles stops not when Minara sits down (that just gets her a mostly-distracted nod of 'oh look a person), but when those bandages come out. His knife stops, forewarned. "Guess so," comes first, the crooked smile a bit of a reaction, once he realises how it just might sound. "Not bad. Tubery." His knife starts up again. Lycinea receives another one of those 'look a person' nods. Thankfully, there's only a short ways to go through the rest of that pickle. And then he's looking up again, to the bandaged girl. "Scraping?"

"Nah, just a tough side of parchment," Minara answers, unconcerned, though she does rub at the now bandaged spot as she nods to Lycinea in greeting. She watches A'rist and his mincing for a moment. "Didn't want to just stick the whole thing in your mouth or something?" she hazards, though there is a teasing glint to her blue eyes, even if she manages to keep a grin in check.

Lycinea looks truly riveted by the small talk. That must be why, after letting her eyes follow the thread of the conversation between Minara and A'rist, she murmurs something so helpfully illuminative as, "At least the pickles are ''safe''." See? There are some on her plate too. There is not, however, any stew. The look she gives A'rist's once-stew is skeptical at best. Without explaining more, she looks to Minara. "Do you do a lot of hidework?" Lalala, nothing happened.

"That's gotta sting." The pickle comment has A'rist looking from Minara, to Lycinea, and back again. The knife moves on, to the bits of meat on his plate. Chop chop chop. "Well, so long as you don't stick the whole thing in your mouth." Chop.

Minara narrows her eyes as she glances from Lycinea to A'rist, then back again. "Safe?" she questions, mildly curious, though she goes right on with her sandwich a moment later. In answer to the kitchen aide's question, Min shrugs a little, then nods to avoid speaking with a mouthful a food. When that's been washed down by water, though, she answers more accurately, "I've been working with the clerks a lot lately. Kind of like an... assistant's assistant, I guess. A lot of busywork, but it makes the hours fly. Feels nice to be useful."

"Yeah, well they're brined and sealed up and sent up in the tithes, right? So, you know, the cooks here don't have a chance to do anything to them." Lycinea's tone is as casual as if she were talking about the weather. "Sandwiches are probably safe too," she allows, giving Minara an encouraging sort of smile. "The ''clerks''." She repeats, "That sounds... really, ''really'' boring, actually." She purses her lips and then looks to A'rist, "Can I borrow your knife, please?" Maybe she needs to mince her own pickles.

A'rist peers across the table to the bandaged girl. "So you like that? Shells. Give me flying or running or even shovelling over hidework. Any day." His chopping, already slowed, slows to the point of there being no foreseeable follow-up chop, at least until such a point as he's asked (and received an answer to): "... Why?" Lycinea gets a more careful lookover. The trust, it is lacking. Also, his stew is not yet as demolished as his pickles.

Minara is about to take another bite when Lycinea mentions the phrase "to them", causing Min to set the sandwich down again, despite the girl's assurances. "Do I even want to know what's been going on in the kitchens?" she asks, giving the kitchen worker and then A'rist a narrow-eyed frown. "And to each their own, right? It's one of the few things I knew I could do here, so..." She trails off, then shrugs. "Seemed an obvious choice. I'd be completely lost in the kitchens. Which," she adds, squinting at Lycinea, "sounds like it might be a good thing."

"No reason, nevermind." Lya pips to the bronzerider without anything more than a slight roll of her shoulders. Whatever it was, evidently she'll make do. She shifts her fingers to her raw fingerroots and begins snapping them into smaller pieces. Maybe that was it. "I don't know," the blonde answers Minara's question and comment about the kitchen with the same phrase. "I mean, I'm just about the least competent person there is who isn't a drudge and they let me work there, so I'm sure you'd fare better." Her smile is bright enough for the older woman. "Did you come recently then?"

"Just gotta finish this." And he's back to work with the meat, as if to prove the simplicity of his response. And honesty of it, too. "I'm with..." lack of a name puts a wrinkle in his nose for a second, and A'rist settles on as gentle a, "her," as he can, indicating Minara with a little nod. "Stuff we don't need to hear about our food preparers." Now, trying to pull apart and saw, all while using his fingers to push the pickle-bits in the mess of meat.

This time, Minara's frown is a little different as she directs it more pointedly at Lycinea. "If you don't know, why imply that the food might not be safe?" she asks, either intensely curious or accusatory, the tone could be either. "Seems a bit of a tease, and not even in a good way." She punctuates it with an emphatic bite of her sandwich before returning her attention to A'rist. She nods once, then gestures with what little is left of her hopefully untainted food. "It's hard enough finding time to eat at all, some days. I'd rather not have to think about it too much."

"Oh, oh, ''no''," Lya blinks at Minara, "I meant I didn't know if you wanted to know. We've only just met." See? She's not making assumptions. "Sorry!" That's bright but seemingly genuine. To A'rist, "Well, the stew is hardly the worst of it, but I won't tell you then." The things he doesn't want to know. She focuses on her food then, beginning to put it away like she has somewhere to be after all.

A'rist has successfully combined the meat and pickles into some semblance of a 'salad'. The knife is put down. And he starts scooping his creation into the centre of his bun. It's busy work. It lets him keep his head down, with dark eyes free to flit from one of the girls to the other. "Yeah, some things, better off not knowing." The sandwich gets squished together. Taadaa. Chomp.

Minara finishes off her sandwich while watching A'rist create his own, then finishes off her water before grinning crookedly at Lycinea. For a moment, she looks as if she might comment, but then she just gets to her feet and nods to the other two. "Enjoy your meals," she says, sounding amused as she tucks her rolls of dangerous parchment under her elbow again, then picks up her plate and cup. "I'd better get back to my numbers. They get lonely otherwise." She goes about adding her dishes to a collection of others needing cleaning, then disappears in the eventual direction of the stores.
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Logs:Short Stick

2014-10-20T00:25:02Z

Foxfire: Created page with "{{Log |who=Azaylia, Minara |what=Minara is given the task to intrude on Azaylia's misery to keep the never-ending hidework from ending. |where=Hraedhyth's Ledge, High Reaches..."

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|log=Today, and the past few days, Hraedhyth is curled up on her ledge. Her usually bright brown-gold hide is ashen, gray dusted but looking even slightly better than before. But she's ''here'', where everyone who needs the comfort of their last queen can see her. Her, and Azaylia, who leans against her dragon's side and looks out into the bowl. It's not so chilly, next to Hraedhyth, but she's still wrapped up in her cloak with a forgotten slab of paperwork in her lap. With no patience for her assistant's normal quality, the Weyrwoman's loose curls pool over her shoulders and down her back. She's looking out into the bowl, her own complexion dulled from rich bronze to pale yellow.

Minara might have pulled the short stick to have been given this task today, but eventually she makes her way up to the goldriders' living areas... no, scratch that. Goldrider's living area. It's no wonder the young woman's footsteps slow the closer she gets, and there is really only one reason for her to be making the climb. The obvious one out on Hraedhyth's Ledge. Finally, clutching her folder of collected hides and parchments, Minara speaks up loud enough to carry to the gold's ledge. "Ma'am? I'm really sorry to bother you, ma'am," tone implying ''realy'' sorry, "but I was told to bring these to you." Tone further implying that someone had to.

The words manage to reach one half of the pair, but probably not the one Minara was aiming for. Hraedhyth lifts her head, grayed eyes shifting to pin the younger woman with a stare that wouldn't be so bad if not for the ''silence''. Usually so vocal, the queen doesn't so much as rumble her acknowledgement. Still, the longer she stares... "O-oh. Oh." Azaylia's slow, clumsy, as she leans forward to crane her neck and peer around a forelimb, "I-it's fine. It's aright. Ah, come here." Not as if Minara could possibly make the leap, "Through my weyr. We don't mind." Hraedhyth's rolling shoulders could be a silent argument, or it could just be she's getting comfortable before laying her pale head down. It doesn't seem as though Azaylia has any plans in moving-- call it a weyrwoman's privilege.

Minara looks more and more nervous under the dragon's silent stare, so much so that she jumps a little when Azaylia speaks up. She recovers quickly... mostly. "Through the weyr. Right." It ''almost'' sounds collected. The thin woman disappears from the leadership ledge, and hurries through the weyrwoman's weyr to appear nearby within seconds. The flush to her cheeks could be from anything, really. The cooler temperatures, the climb, embarrassment, nerves. When she holds the folder toward Azaylia, however, it doesn't shake at least. "Lists from the stores, that... I guess needed your final approval," she explains, her expression a little pinched. "I really am sorry to bother you with it, ma'am." There's a single beat before she adds, "If you're up for it, I mean. It's not, like... dire or... Well. It could wait another day or two, I'm sure."

Long arms require that Azaylia only stretch a bit to take the folder, "No, this is important." Quiet voice is even, if lacking any real inflection. Heavy eyes drop down to the lists, turning the pages so that she can scan the itinerary. It's only after a few moments, after she's not-read the same list several times before she realizes and gives a little shake of her head. "Sorry. I'm sorry." Painfully honest is her shame in failing this one, unnamed gopher. But then everything's been rubbed raw, made to feel so much worse than things actually are. There's a questioning look sent up to Minara, searching her face for a name, "Do you need to take them now? Or... I can hold onto them. They're delivered, safe and sound."

Minara straightens quickly, as if guilty for tarrying. "Oh! No, ma'am. Sorry. I'm sure everyone would understand if--," beat of silence. "If, you know... if it took a little longer than usual." The flush deepens as Min steps in it. "Because this is far from a usual time." Because it really needed to be said out loud? Minara studies the things in Azaylia's hands, her folder only adding to what the other woman was already holding. "I'll leave you alone. Just... I mean." Hands would be wrung right now if she weren't pressing them so tightly against her legs. "I know I'm not much of anyone here, but there are a lot of no one's like me, so... if you need us--. I mean, if we can help somehow? Just... you know. Say the word. Whatever the job, there are lots of hands to do it."

A soft swallow, "Pern is still spinning. Paperwork needs to get done. I..." Azaylia closes her eyes, gripping the folder and the pages beneath it hard enough to dent the paper. "You don't have to." From a low murmur to something more steady, though she's never had a big, boisterous voice to begin with, "Don't say that. You're not no one. I... don't know you, but you're someone to someone else." She has to be, right? Or it could be foolish optimism shining through her grief, needing to believe that no one is alone as one can ''feel''. Her grip on the folder relaxes, and she offers it back up to Minara. "Just... look this over for me. Tell me if anything looks out of the ordinary?" Before she attempts to double-check it herself. Two pairs of eyes are better than one.

Minara takes back the folder, though she doesn't open it, instead contemplating the rider and dragon as she gnaws lightly on her lower lip. "That's not really," she starts to protest, but whatever she was going to say, she drops it when she gets a better look at Azaylia. Dutifully, she opens the folder and begins reading. There are several different kinds of list, some take longer than others, but eventually she closes the folder again, on the verge of handing it back. "Seems pretty standard to me. Though some of it seems like stockpiling more than necessary. Better off waiting for trade rates to drop in spring." She finally reaches out again, holding the hides toward Azaylia. "Then again, the Weyr's way bigger than I'm used to, and I don't know the finances. Just the stores. A little bit."

With her duties effectively foisted onto this unnamed, unknown young woman, Azaylia is given more time to sit and stare ahead. Minara's protest doesn't earn an apology, as for now the Weyrwoman is embracing the ease her authority allows her. It's a few minutes after Minara's finished that the goldrider straightens up, accepting the folder once again. "Thank you, yes. Not really stockpiling, more... security. It's fine." It helps, the added security Minara's eyes grant, allowing Azaylia to actually ''read'' before signing it with that familiar, feminine handwriting. "Everything's fine." At least, as far as the stores are concerned. The folder exchanges hands one last time, meant to be sent off with Minara, "Thank you."

"Fine. Yes. I mean... thank you," Minara replies quickly, not entirely stammering, but not entirely solid either. She gestures slightly with the folder as she says it, then lets it drop to her side as she considers the weyrwoman for a long moment. Rather than share whatever's going on in her head, however, Min simply repeats her thanks, adding a quiet utterance of "clear skies" before turning to hurry through Azaylia's weyr once more, soon reappear to skip down the stairs to the bowl, taking two at a time. Luckily, she does not break her neck, helping prolong the Weyr's current record of Days Without Death to three.

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Logs:Rug Requisition

2014-10-08T02:05:37Z

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|log=With Turnover just weeks away, the storerooms, even in the typically quiet hours after hearty winter dinners, have quite a few people rummaging through cast offs, hand me downs, and the Weyr's immense supply of random attire. But the furnishings and artwork storage caves are somewhat empty and it's in those that Ashe does her late night shopping. Echoing in the empty cavern, the words, "This rug, or that rug?" is spoken to absolutely no one, even if Ashe might pretend to take in an invisible person's opinion.

Minara is one of several of the more literate weyrfolk who have been conscripted lately to help track inventory as traffic increases. At the moment, however, it seems her task is nothing more than count verification, as she has a long, narrow piece of hide with several neat rows of names and numbers. Half of them have been either checked or corrected by the time she enters the storage cave with Ashe. "Was that to me?" she asks curiously, having entered just as she heard the other woman speaking. Smiling, Min waves quickly in greeting before briefly reconsidering her list.

"Oh!" Ashe startles, "No. No. I sometimes talk to myself. According to my parents, I've always enjoyed the sound of my voice." Dubious, the teenager sounds uncertain of whether that's meant as a compliment on her parents' part or not. But no matter. The young woman shrugs and holds out the corners of the two rugs she's looking at. "I was told I could requisition a few things to make my room homier, though the size of it is a touch on the small sound of cozy. What do you think?" One is a worn, but once lush, blue loop rug. The other must have been bright and sunny yellow and white stripes at one point, but still retains some of its original color.

Minara's answering grin is lopsided, but friendly as she studies the two rugs for inspection. "It's important to enjoy what you can out of life," she muses, distracted, then points to the yellow and white one. "And if you have a small room that's as dark as the rest of the Weyr, I'm thinking that one. Brighten things up more, you know?" She tucks her pen between the hide and the crook of her thumb, freeing her other hand enough to push her hair off her face. "Then again, the other one might be better for winter. I guess I'm not much help." She then closes the distance enough to hold out her free hand. "I'm Minara, by the way."

"Mmmmmm...," Ashe takes it all in, looking from one rug to the other and listening intently to Minara's opinion on such a grave subject. "I agree. I wonder if I could requisition both for while I'm posted here." A cocked brow directs to Minara, as if she might have the answer to that. The brown eyes slip to take in the inventory list and the lifts, hopeful. She's a person in charge, right? "Oh, excuse my manners. The longer I stay here, the longer I feel I forget all the good manners my mother tried to instill in me. Ashe of Pairi Hold."

"Nice to meet you, Ashe," Minara replies, warmly friendly. "And I'm not sure of the rules, but it seems like it should be allowed. It's not like there's a shortage. If we run low, we can just sew some of those one-armed sweaters together, right?" She might be joking, but her tone is ambiguous. "If you have a room here, does that mean you're one of the staff? Or are you with the crafters?"

Ashe tugs gently at the rugs to dislodge them further from their dusty stack and gets them halfway out. They're small area rugs, easy enough for one person to roll up and manhandle out of the storerooms. "Minara, was it? Could you give me a hand and walk me through how to check these out? I wouldn't want to get, someone, anyone? In trouble." Smiling magnanimously, the young woman seems to sidestep the question by asking one of her own.

"I think you need to find a clerk or something," Minara answers, grimacing slightly. "I'm not actually with them. Just working for them. All the tithes... and Turnover. And stuff." She shrugs her shoulders and glances back the way she came. "I think there's like... a requisition form? Or something?" the woman adds, pointing with her thumb back toward the main area of the storerooms, where the clamour of people talking can still be heard. "Sorry, it's only my second day in the stores, and they don't run things quite like I'm used to, so... I don't know," she finishes, grin turning sheepish.

Ashe shakes her head, though whether there's admiration there is unclear. "Nothing like how the stores are at home. These are much larger, for one," so there must be some admiration, "And yet it feels like it's in such disarray in some ways cause there is just so much stuff." And there she goes being ambiguous in her backhanded compliment. "What do you usually do then?" The slender woman pulls the rest of the rugs out and starts rolling them together. "I'm," she answers belatedly, "With the starcrafts currently, but my parents are trying to make a "good" marriage match for me." The air quotes are ''heavily'' audible.

"Yeah," Minara agrees as she looks over the various shelves. "But I suppose that's why they've called for some helping hands. So much to keep track of, and there's always something 'walking off'," complete with gesture, "whether from negligence or worse. Always nice to know where things stand." She returns her attention to Ashe and laughs softly, shaking her head at the part about marriage. "That's how I ended up at the Weyr. Got tired of the matchmakers. I'm quite content to go without a husband, thank you very much." Min smirks a little, which quickly relaxes into a smile before she asks, "What do you do with the starcrafters?"

Ashe looks at Minara curiously, taking in what the other woman says and tracking her movements from shelf to shelf. "I don't know if I'm completely against the idea of getting married, but one failed arranged marriage later and I'm not sure Benden would really want a minor hold cast off for their next Lord." ''You know?'' is bright in the young woman's dark eyes and the diffident set of a shoulder. "I just think something is broken in the way we handle marriages in holds. Not that," she says, giving the Weyr's walls a considering glance, "I'm advocating the Weyr way of life. It seems awkward to have leadership decided by sex."

"Not sex," Minara agrees, though it's with a widely teasing smile. "With ''mating''. It makes it a little less ridiculous. Or... not really," she finishes, waiving a hand slightly. "But yes. Exactly. I have all these sisters more than willing to pair up with anyone of my father's choosing. I don't think I'll be adding any gems to that particular collection, personally," Min adds with a slight shrug. "My sisters ended up with the looks. I ended up with a smart mouth. Or so I've been told."

The teasing evokes a bubbly laughter from Ashe. "Mating," she agrees, nodding. "It definitely makes the whole concept a little less ridiculous." A sweeping glance takes in the immediate area and whoever might be near by to get offended, no one? No one! Relief! "I wouldn't be so sure about not inheriting any looks," Ashe flatters sincerely, "You've great cheekbones and I absolutely love your hair. I wish mine had those kinds of waves and curls naturally, but I have to spend hours heating up rods and rolling my hair up overnight to even attempt waves."

Minara wrinkles her nose slightly, then shakes her head. "Compared to my sisters?..." But she lets it go, then starts heading toward the main storage area. "Come on. Let's get you squared away with those rugs. No need to freeze your feet all winter!" At which point the conversation can fade from the quieter cave as they discuss things like the merits of different types of hair and its various manipulations.
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Logs:Meeting Minara

2014-10-08T01:59:33Z

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|log=Stalactites hang high above this enormous cavern like a jagged chandelier or an inversion of the Spires themselves, but shadows cling to them instead of light. Below lie great tables arranged in rows, each large enough to serve a fighting wing, while in the nooks and alcoves around the cavern's edge sit more sensibly-sized tables, from six- and eight-seaters down to intimate spots for just a couple of diners. The only really open space is around the kitchen entrance, smelling of food and rarely quiet, and by the nearby serving tables with their long buffet of the day's offerings.

Tapestries on the smooth walls -- some faded and others newly woven -- only slightly mute the sea of sound when a meal is in full swing, but they add cheerfulness augmented by the glowlight from wall sconces and the centerpieces of each table. Still, shadows always creep along the ceiling and into the mouths of the exits -- the myriad small hallways at one end of the cavern and, at the other, the twisting tunnel to the bowl near an array of coathooks and and hatracks -- and late at night, when the glows are allowed to dim, the chamber can seem very dark indeed.

Minara enters from the bowl, shedding a water-soaked jacket as she goes. She shakes it a few times to dislodge the worst of the rain, then hangs it from the hood before continuing toward the food tables, in search of an early lunch. Soon, she has her meal gathered on a plate and takes a seat at one of the tables.

Still early in the day and yet the young scribe who makes her way into the caverns seems ready to crash. She bee lines for the klah pots selecting the one that is made at triple strength usually reserved for caverns workers. Food too is collected, plate piled haphazardly with precarious balance as the young woman scans the tables with dark eyes, before spotting an empty seat. "Mind if join you?" The words come softly in that sweet soprano voice.

Minara looks up quickly and stares at Edyis for a moment, registering the other girl's words from whatever place Minara had withdrawn to. "Of course," she's quick to reply a second later, gesturing toward that empty spot as she smiles. A moment after, she holds out a hand in greeting. "Minara. Newcomer," the last added with a wider grin.

"Edyis, Records Room Assistant." She chirps in reply, regaining some of her usual cheeriness despite the lack of sleep. "Welcome to High Reaches then." The younger woman comments settling into the seat with a satisfied grin, "The food is good, even if the weather is terrible. Kitchen's staff knows their stuff. So what brings you to reaches Minara?" Lifting her mug and draining its contents.

Minara arches a brow at the mug-draining, her smile widening into a small grin. Once Edyis has finished her triple-strong klah, Min laughs softly and shrugs. "The usual, I suppose," she answers, her own voice hovering in the alto to mezzo soprano range. "Lived all my life in the Benden area and felt it was more than time for a change. So I changed it." She cuts away a small bite of meat and chews it thoughtfully while studying the immediate vicinity, then washes down her food with a sip of water. "And this is most certainly a change. For the better," she quickly clarifies. "Have you lived here long?"

At the arched brow the scribe laughs. "Just wait until they have you sequestered away and working somewhere within the weyr. You may well need the boost too!" With mention of Benden though her expression positively glows, "You come from Benden, home of the greatest wine known to Pern, looking for a change of scenery? I've been at High Reaches for - almost three turns now, though I lived in Monaco for several months during that time. I'm from Nabol originally." Not that her adaptation to the Reaches accent would indicate such.

"Hopefully soon," Minara agrees after Edyis' comment on working within the Weyr. She grins again and nods at the mentino of Benden's wines, raises her brows at the mention of Monaco, then nods slightly in regards to Nabol. "Sounds like you have traveled much more than I have," she replies smoothly while cutting a few more bites of meat. "What does it mean to be a records room assistant?"

The scribe laughs, "You wouldn't have thought it possible if you'd met me before I came here, little mousy thing afraid of my own shadow. If you decide to stay here, and are interested in travel, most of the riders are really quite pleasant and many can be convinced to take you to see wherever you want to go." She points out before grinning. "Means a lot of putting up with Master Jeroman's lectures, making sure items are returned to the records room, running messages and recopying piles of old and deteriorating texts for preservation. If you have a neat hand and a willingness to learn it isn't a bad place to start. " She studies the woman thoughtfully, "There's plenty of work around though, one of my friends Farideh works in the laundry. I'll have to introduce you sometime."

Minara nods a few times as she considers the other's words. Having finished her lunch, she sets her empty plate aside and refills her glass with water before resting her forearms against the table's edge, long fingers wrapped around the glass. "I need to find out what all is available," she replies after a short pause. "Perhaps the clerks need help?" She shrugs, then, and laughs. "In any case, it has been a full time job so far learning how not to get lost. The Weyr is so much larger than what I'm used to."

"What are you used to?" She asks softly, before with a nod Edyis chuckles. "Headwoman Giorda would be the woman to see about what all is available. It's a big place but once you learn how to tell the different tunnels apart it gets easier. "

"So it would seem," Minara replies with a short laugh. She sips her water and watches as riders and non-riders alike enter the cavern for lunch. "I meant the people more than anything, though. Tunnels are easy. People are complicated." She lets the water swirl in her glass a few times before grinning at Edyis. "Then again, I am used to complicated. Perhaps something simpler would be just the thing. Daylight hours filled with..." She trails off, a hand waving wide in a gesture of envisioned work. "With runner grooming. Yes, I could do that." Then again, her crooked grin might indicate otherwise.

The scribes grin only widens. "The people are what make this place ''worth'' living in. Granted it's a good deal -" She searches for the appropriate word before settling on "different, than life in the holds." She snickers, "You don't look the part of a beast crafter to me, and you speak very well so you at least have a modest education. Surely you are not going to resign yourself to combing beasts and cleaning stalls!"

"Not resigning. ''Simplifying''," Minara replies with a soft chuckle. Then she shrugs. "So literal. Perhaps I could become a bard. String together an instrument of sorts and come up with clever rhymes with which to enthral the masses during meal times. Is that simple or complicated?" She taps the bottom of her glass against the table a couple times then snaps her fingers. "I've got it. Chimney sweep. Bit chilly in winter, but..." She trails off and shrugs again.

Amusement sparkles in the dark eyes of the scribe, "At least I would know who to talk to about collecting lamp black. So a life of complication isn't for you is it?" Edyis studies the woman with a thoughtful expression. "Is that why you left Benden? To avoid complication?"

Minara chuckles quietly and arches a brow in answer before she finishes her water and leans back. After a moment, however, she answers in earnest, "I think more to avoid ''being'' a complication. I have simplified down to one, and I will just live that life for a while and discover where it leads. Now, what about you, Edyis, assistant of the records room. What brought you to High Reaches Weyr?"

She listens thoughtfully, nodding as Minara explains. In answer to the question she replies, "Victim of fate I suppose, Nabol's issues found our little cothold in Esvay Valley, I was searched and it helped alleviate some of the problems for my stepmother so I came here. After I didn't impress I stayed on, couldn't bring myself to go back." She peels one of the rind fruits from her plate. "I've never regretted that decision."

Minara smiles as she bows her head once. "Good. Regret is the anchor that keeps us from moving forward." She helps herself to another glass of water. "I had heard a little bit of Nabol's troubles, but my father thought his daughters needed to know little more about life beyond what would get us married. Such news did not fit into this category."

Edyis sighs, "Sounds like we had similar troubles." She comments, "Which is a shame given that unless you marry into one of the major houses, it's probably a complete waste of talent in some cases." Tilting her head as she pulls apart the sections of fruit, "Then again I've never been a fan of generational politics. It gets too messy sometimes."

This time, Minara arches her brow high and gives Edyis a widely crooked grin. "You are including yourself in that classification?" she asks in a friendly teasing tone. "But... yes. The idea of being nothing more than the lady to some Holder, intended as breeding stock while he is free to dandle any little thing on his other knee..." She trails off and waves with her free hand as if dissipating some foul smell. "There is a big world out there. I want to be free to see it."

Edyis sighs, "Not so much a classification as a simple truth of existence." She smirks, "But if pressed I suppose I could include myself in that category." With false playful vibrato, popping a piece of fruit into her mouth and chewing. "You've come to the right place to do so, though nothing here is ever quite simple."

Minara laughs softly as she turns to study the others in the large cavern. "Maybe," she quietly replies before finishing her water and setting the glass on her empty plate. "Then again, even complicated things can often boil down to simple. It just requires an open mind." She taps her fingertips on the edge of the table, then turns toward Edyis, smiling again. "In any case, I should see if I can track down the headwoman. Or at least find a work duty for the day. I refuse to be a freeloader," she declares, grinning as she gets to her feet. "Pleasure meeting you, Edyis."

Edyis nods, smiling. "Pleasure meeting you as well. I feel we will see a great deal of each other." Smiling as she returns to the task of eating her food.
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2014-09-25T16:55:53Z

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== Description ==
Tall enough to be slightly gangling, but just substantial enough to avoid petite, Min still seems to be caught somewhere between teenaged girl and adult woman. She has curves, but they're subtle, and if she smiles, there is an understated beauty that shines through, but most of the time her expression is masked in a serious study, slate blue eyes sharp above a somewhat pointed nose and full lips. Her hair is a wavy mixture of auburn and burnt umber, usually tied back in a simple braid that reaches just past her bony shoulders. With a naturally medium-toned complexion, the sun has lent a little more colour to her skin, though not enough to indicate anything more than casual labour out-of-doors.

== WYSK ==
Minara has only recently arrived in High Reaches after convincing one of the local riders to whisk her away from her life in one of Benden's minor holds. She has shown evidence of hold training both in her mannerisms and speech, though she has told very few so far which exact hold she is from, or who she was while she lived there.

== History ==
Minara is the second daughter (of many) of one of Benden's minor holders. Unable (or maybe unwilling) to be married off, she convinced a visiting rider to take her far, far away. Which ended up being back to his home Weyr of High Reaches. She couldn't get much farther from Benden than that without changing continents, after all.

Since moving to the Weyr, Minara has spent most of her days signing up as a casual worker for whatever tasks might be available, which is most often anything from drudge work to clerical to mending clothing. While her accent places her most certainly from the Benden area, she hasn't been entirely forthright about where exactly in that area, saying only that she needed a drastic change of scenery. The truth, but not the whole truth.

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