Difference between revisions of "Logs:Painting Omissions"

>---< Riders' Lounge, High Reaches Weyr(#1803RJ) >---------------------------<

  About as high up the bowl wall as it is possible to get before hitting    
  clear sky, right up against the rim, this ledge is tiny, narrow and not   
  terribly inviting. Though angled towards the sun, there's not enough room 
  to properly stretch out, and that same angle ensures it receives the worst
  of bad weather, with no shelter whatsoever. From above, there's not even  
  an obvious passage inside, as if this particular ledge is, in the end,    
  nothing more than a natural outcropping. It's only from atop the ledge    
  itself that the cleverly concealed entrance becomes clear, angled into the
  stone as it is.                                                           
                                                                            
  Inside, there's a cavernous space, more than making up for the stinginess 
  of the ledge. There's one large main room, and a much smaller back room   
  that could probably be used as a bedroom - if this weyr were in           
  traditional usage. Instead, the main cavern is largely filled with a      
  collection of mismatched tables and chairs. Towards the back, there's a   
  bar made out of old, recycled wood, manned during peak hours; there's     
  plenty of alcohol on display behind it, though most of it tends towards   
  the cheaper end of the range. Old, but still impressive, hangings cover   
  the walls, all depicting scenes of High Reaches in glory. The back room   
  has been turned into a storage area, with several cases of whisky and a   
  variety of other spirits ready and waiting.                               
                                                                            
  A strange pipe contraption comes through the ceiling and towards the stone
  floor, where a large bucket sits beneath it. A lever turns on water from  
  the pipe: fresh rain or snow, ready for drinking.                         
                                                                            
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 -----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
 Alida         F    ~24  5'7"  athletic     white-blond clear green   17s  
 Edyis        F   19 5'4"  athletic, brown hair, brown eyes              0s
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It is a scene that might give the proprietors a heart attack, stepping through the new thicker curtain that guards the door to the Lounge. The makeshift curtain that has been hanging for some weeks is completely gone showing a mural in various sections of completion. Humming away with a palette in hand, two brushes between her teeth, one in hand and char sticks stuck into her hair for safe keeping... Well, it's easy to see how she might have gotten distracted and missed her normal early morning training session. Dragons in flight, bold and daring as they sear the skies are outlined in charcoal and paint, some very clearly recognizable while others remain unfinished. Smears of paint and black mark the young woman's face as she works. Views available here: drinks, food, and private functions

The only reason Alida even knows where Edyis is in the first place is her firelizard's ability to scent known or important things...like water, or - in this case - Ed. Still, it takes Pyrite some time to catch enough of a whiff of the once-Scribe on the air to home in on her, so by the time Alida has Ilicaeth boost her up to the tippy-top Lounge's ledge, their lesson is delinquent by about 40 minutes. Cue one gym-wear-clad blonde striding firmly towards that new curtain, her green eyes holding faint curiosity and some irritation as the bluerider bears down on Ed.

It isn't until Alida gets close enough for the woman to notice the sound of footsteps that the once-scribe turns, and in recognition brown eyes go wide in surprise then understanding. "Ahl-tha", spoken around the brushes that are quickly removed as the impediment to speech registers. "Is it already morning?" She asks, timidly dropping the brushes into a clay pot of water on one of the tables, looking very much like a scolded canine.

That look on Edyis' face is enough for Alida, who halts on springy feet, props her fists to hips, then notes flatly to her student, "Since you've been on time an' enthusiastic about all our sessions before today, I'll let this omission pass... Once." That's apparently all the chances Alida gives anyone. Maybe she's also taking a little bit of dark delight in the other female's mumbling mouth trying to form words around painting implements. Stepping smartly around Ed, the bluie allows her arms to come to rest at sides, one hip cocked a little as she pointedly studies the illustrations after coming to a halt again.

"I started just after last call and must have lost track of time. I am really very sorry." She murmurs apologetically, swirling the brushes and freeing them of the shades of blue they once contained. "I couldn't convince them to expand the hearth, but they gave permission for the mural." K'del and F'manis she must mean, which might explain why Isplonath and Cadejoth are both featured prominently. Personal bias may have played a factor in the other selections; even Illicaeth has his spot in the wings. "I'd like to finish and unveil it at turnover." She explains with no small amount of pride.

Though - at least to *her* - Cadejoth and Isplonath don't really sport any extraordinary markings to make them stand out as very noticable, Alida cannot help but notice a certain greyed-out blue with his unusual 'eye-marked' wings in a certain fighting wing Edyis has rendered...and offer the not-scribe a secretive hint of a smile. More eyeing of what's being painted finally lends the woman her voice again, a certain bit of warmth touching the bluie's alto as she murmurs quietly, "Even *I* understand the need fer finer things, sometimes." Like music...and perhaps even art. Green eyes shift from art to artist in tandem with, "You need another day free from lessons for this..." cue a faint gesture of fingers upon the cool air towards the hanging "...yer free ta take it." Stare. "But I'll work ya just as hard, if not harder afterward." No slacking. Still... "Looks nice." Beat. "Never mentioned ya did more than sketch."

Edyis grins. "I would expect nothing less. Hopefully I can just finish it in my free time, I have a lot more of that working here." She tilts her head studying the wall as a whole, "Paint can be expensive even when you make your own. So drawing is cheaper, but I wanted to do something that people might remember me for someday. Proof I was here at all. Probably sounds stupid and self-important now that I think about it. " She snorts self-depreciative. "Not just me maybe. It feels like there's been so much loss lately, and there are people I would want to remember if they were suddenly no longer here if that makes sense?"

There's a somewhat satisfied little nod from Alida to her student's first words, the rider's eyes shifted again to take in the painting as she once more moves to another point for a different perspective on the piece of art. A quick look of realization and agreement pass over her mobile features for Edyis' take on the expense of paints, a quick bob of pale head factored in, soon enough followed by a knowing smirk when Ed notes her reasonings for making the art in the first place. "Pretty much nobody wants ta just disappear inta nothing once they're gone." Again there's a glance over to Ed - more studying within it, this round - before the bluie returns her sights to the painting again. Very quietly: "Best way ta make yer mark." Art, instead of violence.

The brush still in hand, she moves to a different section of wall now, with long deliberate strokes of crimson bronze. "Maybe." She confesses, "Teaching, I've always respected that too." As a way to leave a mark presumably, the barkeep offers under scrutiny, eyes shifting to the blue rider ever so slightly. "You should play more often you know." Tilting her head a moment as a line satisfies her and she carefully corrects it.

By now, Alida's watching Edyis literally paint, intense green eyes noting not just each brushstroke, but how the other female holds her hand, fingers...Ed's expression, how the paint is swirled or tapped into the fabric. "Teaching's okay. Teachin' *well*..." Smirk. A whole different ball of wax. A small lofting of one pale brow is given in aside to the not-Scribe's opinion on the bluerider's music, followed by a faintly-amused, "I should? Why?"

"Mm, how to say it without earning a dropkick to the face." She grins, Continuing the long strokes until the neck and belly of a scarlet streaked bronze satisfy her enough to start working lighter shades into him. "It's like seeing another side of you, more..." content? at peace? happy? She settles for, "... relaxed. Like you and those strings are the only things in the room."

One of Alida's sculpted, yet quite capable hands lifts quickly to... her chest, pressing spread-out fingers lightly, temporarily over clavicle in the perennial gesture of 'Moi?!' Snert. Still, the woman's quieting, shifting her gaze from artist to art again as she muses over what her student has to say. "I feel almost as... pleased after a bit uv' Guarding well-done." Zen and the art of beating the shit out of somebody? Still, the not-Scribe is given a small token, in the blonde's low, "I play at least 3 times a seven."

Edyis snorts, amused. "Uh huh, joke all you like. I know better." Still as the main body of the bronze is finished, she steps back again, rinsing the brush with the others, and studying the near dry palette before setting it on the table. "Speaking of guarding, don't suppose you've heard anything about what's going on in Igen other than the obvious?"

Alida's clips curl into a small smirk-grin to counter Edyis' snort, wry laughter seen in those often cool green eyes, which are moved between 'canvas,' artist, and the ledge out beyond them. At some point, the bluerider notes in darkly droll tones, "Beginnin' ta wonder just what the fuck 'obvious' is with Weyrs sometimes, anymore." Cue her infamous eyeroll, plus a rather put-upon, "Whadda' *you* think is obvious about 'em?" Igen.

Edyis shrugs, "You know me, I'm typically inclined to think of some convoluted conspiracy theory. Call it my innocent trusting nature." Brow curving as her lips curl into a smirk. "Seemed like a power grab, same as you always see in the holds. Things move, faces change and in the end none of it seems to matter one bit. At least that I the conclusion I am starting to come to."

"You an' at least half uv' the rest uv' this Weyr..." Alida comments darkly, though with a return smirk at Edyis, though the other female gets a wolf's head grin for word of 'trusting.' "Sounds fairly accurate, in my opinion...though reasons an' circumstances behind said power grab 're up for debate." Head-shake. She doesn't have details, or so implies that gesture, and the look of faintly long-suffering perplexment easing over the bluie's features. "Be fun ta go snoopin' around there, right now..." If she wasn't a rider. Something perhaps wicked flares into life within the blonde's eyes, and is given voice in a low, "Think about it; K'del's got the perfect cover fer any take over move he might've made: he was the only one with previous Turns uv experience 'leading."

"I suppose it's always the pretty ones then that you have to watch for." Edyis snickers. "Then again I'm biased and can't picture someone who makes and fawns over such adorable babies have the potential to be an evil overlord." Judgment skewed much? She's just not immune to cute things at all. "Maybe, but what good does snooping do? I mean if nothing really comes of it other than an I told you so." She muses, walking over to start with the makeshift curtain again.

"Wicked makes its home in *any* face, any place..." Alida allows herself to note with characteristic seriousness, though she addends a darkly humored, "Who; Cadejoth/K'del 'r Azaylia/Hraedhyth?" Snerk. "Snooping...satisfies." What; like Snickers? And, with that strange comment, the bluerider leaves Edyis to her work, pivoting about on a heel and striding back out to the ledge - where Ilicaeth is tenuously perched, awaiting his rider - leaving behind an almost airy, "Don't forget ta sign it..." as her way of saying farewell.