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Weavercraft Hall, Boll Area

Nestled in a verdant tropical forest, the dazzling white slate of the Weavercraft Hall is protected by two solid wooden gates that are usually left open to admit the warm, balmy air. Draperies frame windows in a soft and lightweight violet brocade, fluttering lackadaisically in the gentle breezes. Pern's history is detailed on several brightly-shaded tapestries bedecking the walls, spaced between sconces of glow baskets that provide light when needed. Ornate tables gradually increase in complexity, from the more simple apprentice's tables to the intricate and thickly padded rich purple of the Masters' seating. Within, the decorous hall is rife with activity, and sounds issue forth seemingly from every direction - the soft buzz of spinning wheels, the tick-tick of shuttles and looms in use, and the steady hum of stitching. Outside, a well-traveled stone path leads toward Southern Boll Hold, a mere few minutes' walk away. Other paths lead toward the breathtaking fields, or to the docks, the gardens, and the nearby beach.

When visiting strange lands, Hraedhyth has managed to find balance between being on her best behavior and toeing the boundaries of the area. Today is a good example of that, bulky gold's hide further mottled by shadows of the tropical forest which surrounds her. Hard to miss, she's laying as close to the ivory hall as she's allowed, whirling eyes watching the people come and go. Though there's a whisper of autumn's chill carried on the wind, it is still most certainly summer here. Which makes the riding leather's Azaylia is modeling for a Weaver journeyman feel even more stifling, though she's doing a good job of not complaining. "Tsk. See? This is why we needed natural light. I don't know why you insisted on inverting the color scheme, but I can't say it looks too dreadful." The sassy man clicked his tongue, making her spin one more time in place.

By predictable contrast, Iesaryth has little trouble with visiting new places, her boundaries only tested by her innate and constant curiosity. When the sunburst gold blinks into being high in the clear skies above, she takes her time in landing - long enough to greet her sister-gold with frothy seafoam pleasure - fancy seeing you here! Before she's finally circled down to make a neat landing next to Hraedhyth, she's already wondered, « Is there anything interesting happening? » Her rider is quick to dismount with a little shiver, not bothering with leathers, perhaps anticipating the warmer weather - and with a grin, likewise has a question for the tawnier of the pair: "Should I look for her? Does she need help?" That's certainly been Hraedhyth's opinion in the past. Expecting her to pass the answer along, she turns and starts into the Crafthall with an easy stride.

Hraedhyth's gaze is pulled upwards at the sight of her sister gold's arrival, noise surging over in ambushed pleasure. Oh! Would you look at that. Rather than quiet her happy drums, she instead rumbles over it with her matured husk, « A wherry man is clucking at Mine. » An apt description of the journeyman, hands fluttering at the littlest thing. Poking, prodding, tugging, and giving the goldrider's defined thighs a firm patpat. Brieli is given a low, groaning whuffle in response, head turning towards the entrance. For Iesaryth, « She finds him amusing. » From the dry, crackling tone it's obvious Hraedhyth doesn't. Azaylia is doing her best not to giggle, biting her lower lip as she's fussed over just in front of the doors, where the sun can play off her dual hued commission.

Iesaryth snorts a little at that. Why put up with it? Hers does not; she tells them what she wants and what to do and they do it. At least, that's what Brieli is thinking - she doesn't really remember. Even so, « If she does not like it, she should tell him to stop. » She seems to think this is unlikely however. Not a bad thing - it's just the way of Hraedhyth's. As the younger gold settles, her rider finds her way inside, to where she can look for said wherry-Weaver and Azaylia. Once they're spotted, she'll slide hands in pockets and make her way over - dressed casually, but stylishly enough not to go embarrassing herself in front of the fashionistas. Speaking of which, manners first: "High Reaches' duties to Weavercraft. And why didn't you tell me about this, Azaylia?" She feigns hurt.

Hraedhyth joins in the snorting, a hearty sound as she agrees with the younger gold. « She is grateful for his work. » Which, to be fair, is quite good. But now Iesaryth is here, and that gives her something much more interesting to concentrate on. Dragon gossip, anyone? "Brieli!" Azaylia doesn't need to fight her grin any longer, stifled laughter spilling out onto the other rider's name. The tall, slender man gives the new arrival an obvious once over, "Weavercrafts duties." Short, but not disrespectful, he gives the leather one last look before excusing himself with a toss of his gauzy scarf. With great relief, Azaylia begins to unfasten the coat, at least, "I didn't- We came by to get dyes once, and they noticed I was riding in a dress." One thing lead to another, and viola. "I should've mentioned it though. I'm sorry." Genuinely so, though it doesn't diminish her smile.

« There is grateful and there is letting people take advantage. But I am glad she is happy. She will look well with you. » Which is the main thing here, really, is it not? Iesaryth puts head down on forepaws to watch traffic with her steady blue gaze. Brieli follows the Weaver as he walks off, turning back to Azaylia with a questioning arch of fine brows. "What's his issue? They look quite nice; I had a thought to ask some questions..." Though perhaps that's why he ran off - maybe her reputation as a demanding client is already preceding her. Bemused, "You didn't have any leathers? I suppose they'd almost take that as a lapse on their part. Are you happy with them? If not, you can just make him change it, you know." The apology is just waved off with a shake of her head, a grin. "You don't need to report in on everything."

Hraedhyth's rumble speaks of not only her low register, but the depths of her pride in how her rider looks. Bright leathers atop dark dragon, it simply feels right. « Yours always looks well with you. » A testiment to the older dragon's good mood, wherry-weaver or no. "I guess it's in style to have dark leathers and light trim?" Azaylia tries to explain, confused by the concept alone. Fashionista, she is not. Her coat is folded back, tied around her waist, short sleeved tunic much more suited for the lingering summer weather. "I'm very happy with them, yes. So is Hraedhyth." Which is important. At being waved off, "Oh, fine... but, why are you here? Not that I mind, at all." Stepping closer to the other gold, though a hug can wait until she's less... damp.

Iesaryth knows. They're both just really naturally attractive beings, and as for Brieli, « She makes an effort. » If she didn't... well, the dragon wouldn't care that much, so long as her needs were taken care of, but it might be a bit embarrassing. Shrugging, Brieli says, "In style, in fashion, yes. But it doesn't mean that it won't be otherwise next turn. I think they'd just prefer you don't have your own ideas." There's a bit of a smirk for that before firmly, "Good. I think you look quite nice. Professional. I was thinking some sort of wine color, but I can't imagine the cost for dyeing alone. It's sort of a silly thing, yes?" Azaylia's question has dark eyes brightening, though she's nonchalant; "I just wanted to pass on a good word for one of our weyr Weavers. I was very impressed with her work."

Hraedhyth leans in against that bright hide, giving a massive yawn which displays her still oversized jaws. « It shows. » Or something. Hard to judge humans, so she doesn't think it over too much. Instead, she finds Iesaryth's shoulder in which to rest her ashen head. Azaylia listens with open curiosity, despite not truly understanding it any better after. "Hm." With further compliments, she straightens a touch proudly and beams. "Thank you. And I find that if you go to a newly walked journeyman, the prices aren't so bad. Wine would look really lovely on you, too." If possible, the junior brightens. "Oh, how wonderful. I'm sure she'll appreciate that. What did you have done?" If she doesn't mind sharing, of course.

Iesaryth certainly doesn't mind Hraedhyth resting against her, especially since the sun and the air both are warm enough for dozing, one of her favorite things! Though she doesn't ever mind judging humans. "The only thing that matters is that you like it and you feel good in it. And the Weavers aren't horrified by the idea, I suppose." Brieli glances back in the direction the scarved journeyman had walked off in, then rolls her eyes at Azaylia with a little shake of her head. Some people. Even so, "How did you find him? Did he argue much?" That's key. Her expression darkens a bit as the other junior's brightens; with a dry tone, "Well, I didn't overpay or anything of the like. And I had something made with ribbon I got for my turnday. A - nightdress." There's a bare pause there before she fills in the blank like, sure. That'll work.

It's safe to say that Hraedhyth has been properly exercised, content to cuddle and nap with Iesaryth. Her slumber is light, even by dozing standards, prepared for anything within this strange land. Azaylia tsks, a product of hearing it so often that day, "He approached me." He seems the type. "Something about my bone structure, and how it's a shame I don't have leathers. I feel like he was eager to work." Which would make sense, if he was freshly graduated. "He didn't argue, he just made... very strong suggestions. Honestly, Perci just takes pride in his work." All is forgiven, which shouldn't surprise anyone. "And he's funny when he's flustered." Turnday, ribbons, nightdresses, Azaylia snaps back to her friend with a little tilt to her head. "Nightdress? Is it comfortable?" She sounds doubtful.

Attention drifting back off to where the Weaver disappeared off to, Brieli's gaze is unfocused, but it's clear she's listening to Azaylia; with a little nod, she tilts her head as she looks back to her friend. "Thank you for all of that - I'll have to think about it. He didn't argue with you, but you don't say no all the time either, yes? I understand taking pride in one's work, but I also know what I like." And she's not afraid to make 'strong suggestions' herself. "Are you getting anything else done? You should, he seems to understand what works for you." As for nightdresses, the other goldrider's doubtful tone, she shrugs as a trace of a smile surfaces, "It's not really meant to stay on that long."

"Well, like I said. He wasn't fond of the idea of a dark collar and cuffs." Azaylia offers as an example, lips still curled in an amused little smile. "Though I did make a joke about spots, and I think he almost died." Clearly nothing she had her heart set on, could the young woman have been teasing someone? With a shake of her head, she looks down at her boots and the matching gloves tucked into her belt. "No, I don't think so. Mama's sending me lots of clothes, so I don't have to worry about clothes for a little bit. And your leggings," A touch to Brieli's arm. "Thank you for those, by the way." Brows furrow in quiet confusion at the nightgown's purpose. "Oh." Then it dawns on her, brows jumping up. "Ohhhh." Cue juvenile giggles, certainly not at her friend.

"Spots, like a feline? Or dots?" asks Brieli, clearly amused as well. Her tone warmer for all it sounds impatient, "Azaylia, I love that you love your mother's clothes, I do. For around at home, certainly. But do spend a little on formal occasions." Though she does smile for the brief touch to her arm, pleased that the gift is appreciated. "Not imaginative, as I said, but you won't buy anything unless a Weaver waylays you, apparently." She has to laugh as the other goldrider fits all the pieces together, eyes bright - teasing, "That took a while. Anyway, it's pretty. A big hit, as they say." Sobering a touch, "It's nice to be... away, isn't it?"

Azaylia nods, "Like a feline." Just to see Perci sputter and flutter, of course. "I do spend marks when it's important." Azaylia doesn't bristle in the least, though there's something of a huff in her voice. "But what my Mama makes is better than a lot of things." She doesn't dare expand on that, given their surroundings. No need to be overheard and accidentally insult one of the passing weavers. With a short sigh, this time exhaling the rest of her embarrassment for being slow. "I was confused at the idea of sleeping with clothes on." Information offered freely to her best friend, unconcerned. It all melts into a smile that speaks of some guilty pleasure, "It is. Hrae doesn't like being away for too long, but I think even she appreciates just..." Not being in the weyr, not feeling the uncertainty and doubt that is sometimes so tangible within their home?

Thoughtfully, "I imagine if it were an actual feline pelt, it might look nice, but trying to fake it would just look... tacky." Wrinkling her nose, Brieli and Perci might have a few things in common there. Though, with a bare thread of apology, "I know you do. And I know that too. I was just saying." Another of her little shrugs - no harm meant. Waving off Azaylia's embarrassment, "Some people do. Not like what I had-- Well, anyway." That's not the point. Smile shading wry, she asks, "How long is too long? And it's rather like being out from under a cloud, sometimes, yes? I feel badly, but..." There it is.

Azaylia stifles her giggles, despite the fact that Perci had also used the word 'tacky', among others. With no harm meant it's easy to let things slide with just a smile and nod, both hands reaching up to tuck loose strands of hair behind both ears. "I'm sure N'rov liked it." Trying not to sound too teasing there, despite the fond little lilt in her quiet voice. Hands fold thoughtfully in front of her, head tilting up, "Hraedhyth felt homesick after a couple of days. It might have been because she had never been away before. She might get better?" But even if she doesn't, who plans to stay gone for longer than that? "I wouldn't feel bad. We do our work, we're not abandoning anyone by... taking little vacations." Both emotional and sometimes physical.

Brieli doesn't look too self-satisfied at the mention of the Fortian bronzerider, likely enough to tell what the answer is, despite the fact that her only response is: "Mmm." There's a moment or two where fine brows draw together, and she glances at her friend consideringly - but it passes in a beat, and she merely asks Azaylia, "How was the trip home, aside from Hraedhyth's homesickness? You left so suddenly, I was glad to hear that everything was all right." As for little vacations, ruefully, "Well, they're not letting us do much work anyway right now, though I'm still sneaking things in to make sure Io's managing. And as was pointed out to me once, we can do our work anywhere, more or less. It's mostly portable." So if it happens on the beach, so be it.

A flicker of guilt, "I didn't even realize how it must have looked." What with rushing out of the weyr with only a farewell tossed to the proper channels. Iesaryth had been one, of course. "Papa got hurt and I... I thought the worst. It was his leg." Azaylia reports with obvious relief. "I thought they'd be angry. They were just happy to have me back." If only for a little bit. The goldrider gives a faint noise in her throat, "They're not?" It could be possible she didn't get the memo. Even more likely that the workaholic has persistently taken on some hidework, quietly of course. "That's a good point." Eyes bright, she hasn't thought of that. "There are some lovely places with big trees for shade, and soft grasses." The luxuries that come with an Interval.

"Oh, don't feel badly. Not at all. It looked exactly like what it was - some sort of family emergency." Brieli isn't bothered by it, nor was Iesaryth at the time - the pair merely echo the other's concern. There's a flash of something in dark brown eyes as Azaylia explains; pain, sorrow, relief similar to her own. With a wistful smile, "That's good to hear. And... of course they were just happy to have you back. They're your family." Something doesn't ring quite sincere about that, but she's quick to move on, asking with some confusion, "No one's told you they don't want your help, or similar?" Distractedly, "I like the beach. Ista's bar is nice."

Azaylia isn't as eager to turn the conversation to other things, brows coming together with some concern. "Do you think you'll visit your family soon?" Now that they have freedom to do so. There's a touch to the other rider's arm, brown gaze searching Brieli's own for that hint of something she almost missed the first time. She won't dwell, manners outweighing curiosity as they so often do, "Oh, they said that my help wasn't needed. They didn't say they didn't want it." Not a lie! Hraedhyth would never allow it, which may be why Azaylia has found ways to work within their strict moral code.

With a shake of her head, "There's nothing left to visit." Brieli tells Azaylia this matter-of-factly, keeping emotion out of her tone, voice even and steady. "So there's no point in going to Crom. Or anywhere else. Though we need to make time to go to Monaco, when... when that might worry people less, I suppose." Her gaze is now as steady as her voice, but evasive as her friend goes searching, flickering around to make sure no one's listening. Presumably. With a laugh, shaking her head, "Only you would take that to mean that you don't in fact have some time off. Have you spent anytime anywhere other than home yet?"

With one last squeeze, possibly of sympathy, Azaylia drops her hand as well as the subject. "Sorry." Talk of Monaco has her nodding, doing her best to ease away from mentions of Crom or Brieli's no-longer family. "I haven't been to Monaco. It wouldn't worry people if we went with you?" As if anyone could stop Hraedhyth from coming along. "I've been working less if that's any better." How else would she have the time to get such nice riding gear? The following question has her nodding, "We've been shadowing what wings will let us, so we've been all over. I did stop by Fort to watch some fire dancing, but I didn't stay long." Afraid of overstaying her welcome, most likely.

"Don't be. It's not your fault." Brieli has a reputation to maintain which doesn't include accepting a ton of sympathy, so she brushes it off - but flashes Azaylia a slight smile to show there's no harm done. Slowly, "It might. I'm not sure if that would make it worse or not. I've been wondering what would - Iesaryth asked Vhaeryth to go, not that I'm sure she'll remember - but I'm not sure if I'm just being... overly cautious or not." The shake of her head is rueful. "And less is better. -- Did you? We went to look around, but I didn't go to the fire-dancing, just in case I had to tell you I'd done it without you. Sneaky." She swats at the other junior's arm teasingly. "Did you enjoy it?"

"You've got reasons to be." Azaylia the enabler begins, somewhat cautious with her words. "I mean, just you and N'rov get so much attention. I know what some people say about Hraedhyth, about being Ysavaeth's daughter." There's no sadness or anger, simple fact. "But it's nowhere near as bad as the attention you two get for just being... for caring about each other." Not being in love. Or anything. Nope. What's that over there? Eyes glancing to the side, she smiles a Brieli's playful swat, "I did. Hraedhyth did, too." FIRE. "I'm not sneaky." She argues with a laugh, "It was the one at the weyr. The special show." Like she said, the goldrider didn't stay long.

Though Brieli is never very comfortable discussing anything to do with icky feelings because she totally doesn't have those, she allows with her own caution, "I think it might be getting better. When we were at Fort, it didn't seem so much of an issue as it is when they come to us. Though..." She glances down at her boots, fine brows knit, lips pursing. "Maybe not everyone pays attention. Do you think some people see what they want to see?" She'll spare a quick glance up for Azaylia, then grins as she finds a wall to lean against. "Sneaking to Fort, sneaking to Weavercraft..." she teases, before nodding. "Right. We went to the Hold. I'll have to go back, I suppose."

Azaylia will try to make sense of things, "Maybe because they got the Hold back, they're not so sore?" Not enough to care about Iesaryth's occasional visit. Whereas the lied to High Reachian Leaders may care more about Fortian bronzes within their midst. "I..." Her brows pinch faintly, "Think... what?" Unsure, she's not ashamed to probe a bit more. "How do you mean? Like, that they convince themselves that something's true when it's not?" She tries. More accusations of sneaking just has her tongue peaking out from closed lips. "I do want to play some of those games, even if they say they're unfair." Who says? Riders say, which means dragons say!

With a little shrug, "Maybe. Or maybe they just don't pay as much attention as some people." Not that Brieli's mentioning any names, but there's really only one person she's likely referring to. Grimacing a touch, she seems uncertain as Azaylia prods her for more clarity, twisting a lock of hair. "Something like that, I guess. Or something isn't the case when it is. I guess people can convince themselves of anything." If she's aware of any irony there, she doesn't show it. Amused at the other junior, she crosses her eyes Aza's way briefly, then adds as if she'd done nothing at all, "They didn't seem so terrible. I think some just don't like losing."

So much for gaining clarity. Brieli's answers leave Azaylia a touch more baffled than before. "It sounds like you're talking about someone." Not that she'll really attempt to pry, "They can." At least she can agree there, "Just how anyone can convince themselves that someone who's really quite lovely is an awful person." Or something like that. A quiet laugh, somewhat startled by Brieli's childish expression, "I was told I should try one of the strength games. Some younger boy at Fort Weyr." Another laugh.

This seems painful for Brieli; there's talking, then there's if she should be talking, then if she even wants to be - that last one appears to be a 'yes', if only because she lingers over Azaylia's statement, trying to find the words. Eventually, "A little. I don't know." She rolls her eyes at 'quite lovely', just skipping all that entirely to continue, "Let me sort it out more, talk to you later? And you might want to try them out." Glancing skyward briefly, "Do you want to wait for me to just speak to someone about this commission? We can go back together, if that's your plan."

Azaylia stands patiently, albeit still somewhat confused in the wake of recent non-conversations about someone and no one. Uhm. "Alright..." A slow, quiet drawl to give her friend some sort of an answer. "Only if you're going to name names." Not because she's nosy (perhaps a little) but because she won't be looking forward another vague discussion. She perks up, considerably, "I wasn't planning on rushing home, I can wait until you're done." Perhaps she might be a bit useful and head out to rouse their dozing queens.

Not sounding thrilled, "All right." Eyeing the other junior warily - as if she might make a sudden move! - Brieli heads off to get her business done, and is back to her usual self when they head back for High Reaches. That is to say, not as wary of Azaylia, just of everyone else.