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A swell at the edge of thought, a breath of ocean air on a warm summer breeze, at odds with the chilly winter afternoon. Akluseth's warning to Roszadyth comes timed with three distinct knocks at the entryway. « Did you see that green today weaving the spires? » Restless energy in the brown's deepening tenor, « So cool! » "You alive in here Farideh?" Edyis's soprano lilts

Initially it's as silent as a vacant hall, but Akluseth's oceanic breeze stirs the fabric at the fringes of Roszadyth's mind. She greets her brother, slowly, with warmth and the comfort of a close cohort, all but bringing him in for a gentle embrace. « I see such marvelous sights up this high, » the gold answers, from where she's perched on some other dragon's ledge -- which she is sharing, because sharing is caring. Inside their weyr, Farideh has a wide board on an easel with pins keeping various drawings, fabric swatches, and written notes in place. She's standing in front, dressed in close-fit trousers and a thick, comfy weather, two fingers tapping at her chin. Edyis' entrance is marked with neutral eyes; so many visits of late make for a less-than-surprised goldrider. "I believe that I am. How can I help you, Edyis?"

Ink dark eyes survey the scene, drinking in the details before the question has the former scribe chuckling. "It would seem, I am entirely too late, you've gone native." Her lips are curling in an affectionate if mildly teasing smile. Adjusting the strap of her bag over her shoulder Edyis is dressed in her leathers, rich dark brown that shows signs of fresh oil. "And I am not here on weyr business either if that puts your thoughts at all at ease," Edyis states fishing the neck of the rum bottle from her satchel. "Thought you might need something a little stiffer than wine with the Turnover preparations on your plate."

"Native meaning-- finally turned into a goldrider?" Farideh takes a couple steps back from her display board, hands on the back of her waist, and tips her head towards Edyis, eyes going to the bottle of rum. Her lips quirk and she says, "Everyone must think I'm either in over my head or about to lose all of my remaining marbles. This isn't the first offer of alcohol I've had this month yet." One hand gestures to the available seating. "I think I'll pass just now, but you've come all this way," not without a touch of irony, "so you might as well enjoy it."

The brownrider chuckles darkly, "It was inevitable. So long as you don't turn into one of the boring ones you should be fine." She teases setting the bottle down in a free space. "I don't think you are in over your head for what it's worth. I was betting on you remember?" She moves to get a better look at the board before sinking into one of the available seats. "I figured you needed space to deal, besides, I promised you a bottle from that Monoacan Brewer long before we impressed."

"What constitutes boring exactly? Are we taking about Irianke? Azaylia? Aishani?" Farideh gives Edyis a considering look, somewhat pointed, but moves forward, towards the board, and plucks a swatch off its pin. "I haven't had such an exciting role as someone like Tiriana nor am I as memorable as Nimae, but I'm not quite as forgettable as-- as--" Someone she forgot, obviously! "What do you think of this color? The weavers call it blue stone." She holds up the square of fabric for the brownrider's perusal, watching for her face for a reaction.

"Irianke is anything but boring. She is competent yes, but there is more to her than her job." That smile could be considered affectionate, but Edyis moves on. "The ones that let the mask of duty be all that they are." She offers a non-answer, "Irianke wears the masks, but I don't think anyone would call her boring." It's almost affectionate, that undercurrent in her words, mixed with something stronger - respect. "Granted I don't think she thinks much of me, but most people don't these days." Her eyes shift to the bottle a moment, and she sighs, not losing the irony in the next words. "I'm just not a person that copes well with change."

"I don't know if boring is the right word." Almost wistfully, Farideh drops the hand holding the fabric swatch, but quickly replaces that square with another, of soft gold. "I'm learning quickly that it's better to be cautious. You can't really be-- everyone's friend and their leader at the same time. You can't doubt yourself when you're supposed to be strong. And having these-- feelings, only puts you in the way of failing." She sighs and moves to the board, to pin the newest swatch besides the others of warm brown and winter white. "With change? With becoming a rider? Isn't what you dreamed it would be?" she asks, amusement coloring her voice.

Edyis eyes the gold swatch, and then perhaps realizing she didn't give an opinion, "What are these going on?" Before she falls quiet just listening. Studying Farideh, "This must be so hard for you, considering - well that you had left much of that behind you when you left your hold." There is a dark self-depreciating chuckle, "I dreamed of..." She stops shaking her head. "Isn't even important really."

"Hm? Oh, just testers for Turnover. It doesn't need to be elaborate or expensive, but it should at least have style--" Farideh replies, unpinning a couple other things and moving them on the board; she gives the whole thing one last, considering look and then semi-turns to study Edyis. "It has been. It's hard to come to turns with something I didn't want to begin with, but-- it's what comes with Roszadyth, and I'll just have to-- get over it. Accept it. It's not so bad, I suppose, now that-- I have a weyr and we'll be free to fly in a few more months." Of Edyis' plight, there's a slight softening of expression, and a hum, preceding, "No, it is important. It's your dream. We all have a dream-- dreams if we're lucky. Not that any of them will ever come true, but it's nice to-- wish."

"I am sure it will be wonderful. Anything you need help with? I'm a fair hand with paint and ink." The former scribe offers. It's mention of Roszadyth that has the scribe smiling. "How has your family handled the news, or do they even know yet?" Of dreams Edyis shrugs, "Maybe, but sometimes I think it's easier to let go of the impossible ones if only to make room for new dreams." After a beat she adds, "Better dreams."

"I wish," Farideh says, turning the rest of the way to face Edyis. "Can you imagine sending out hand painted invites?" She sounds positively thrilled by the potential, but makes another sound, disgruntled. "I'm trying to keep it as simple as possible and utilize what we have." Crossing her arms over her middle, she sways on her feet - in the everlasting energy sort of way - and purses her lips. "They have taken it extraordinarily well. It seems even goldriders have their uses to holders," is wry. "Mother keeps sending furniture. Enough to fill a whole Hold, and I just keep-- sending it to the stores. Someone will be able to use it-- though, I doubt anyone here would have much use much of it." A shrug, followed by, "Better dreams? Like?"

"Mm, my hands are cramping already." She grins, "Only if you use materials that are expensive. Making lampblack is one thing, but some of the dyes that can are made with nut husks wouldn't be as costly, and the upside is that the husks can still be used for fertilizer after. Ideas for the future." She offers a wry smile realizing she had gone into scribe mode with a blush. A brow arches at the mention of furniture, but when asked about better dreams there is only a smile. "Let you know when I figure one out."

"That-- could be--" But Farideh simply waves a hand, stopping her own, elusive train of thought and bringing them back to much more realistic discussion of better, newer dreams. "You could get a weyrmate, try to win the new Headwoman over and in a few turns convince her to let you move to a better weyr, or you could even gun for R'hin's job." Now, she's outright smirking.

Edyis nearly chokes on the mere mention of a weyrmate. A true feat, considering she isn't drinking anything. "Let's put that in the list of things impossible... Even more so considering..." Immediately she clams up and laughs, change of topic anyone? "The one I ended up in actually isn't too bad. Aside from that first morning... and it's got a huge hearth and running water, All you'd need is a tub and viola! Still I'd like to get to know her since generally the headwoman has her fingertips on the pulse of the non-riding residents."

"How is that impossible? If K'del can get a weyrmate, or two, or however many he's had, I'm positive that you can," Farideh says, but her voice is rich with humor. "Have you gotten a bad taste for the bathing pools, then? And--" Her brow furrows, but she looks more bemused than anything else. "Why would you want to know her because she oversees the lower caverns? To get better accommodations, surely, or sweet talk your way into the better stores, but--"

Edyis snorts, "I punched the last person who kissed me square in the stomach..." And of the bathing pools and the topic at hand she just flushes a tint redder. "No, reason." Her brow lifts at Farideh's suggestion, "That's a narrow view of it, and I manage just fine on my own." The scribe notes somewhat cryptically, "It means she knows a lot of what goes on in the lower caverns and probably knows more than she cares to about the residents. It never hurts to have a friend with an entirely different perspective."

"Goodness." Both of Farideh's eyebrows lift towards her hairline in exaggerated surprise. "Why would you want to do that? Kissing isn't unpleasant. Unless, you didn't want to kiss them, in which case there is a bigger problem-- did you tell Quinlys?" She sweeps Edyis with a full-body perusal, that's contemplative and assessing, but pauses on her face, brows tugging together. "From my experience, Jounine is not a lady who needs friends, nor is she just going to-- chat about who and what she knows, which is beneficial for us," the Weyr. "What do you need to know that you can't ask any resident you please?" Again, bemused.

"Proving a point," Edyis mutters darkly, smiling in spite of herself. "And - no. No need to, besides I don't want Quinlys or anyone else mucking about in my personal life." She just arches a brow at Farideh, "Oh for crying out loud you were the one who suggested it." On the topic of the headwoman, "It never hurts to be someone's friend. Doesn't always require that you actually get something out of it either." With a dismissive wave of the topic.

"I don't think that's how kissing is supposed to go-- proving points. You're supposed to--" Farideh opens her mouth, closes it, and presses the tip of one finger to her lips. "It's supposed to make you forget about everything else and just feel, not-- punch people or settle scores, whatever." She sighs at Edyis, but her eyes narrow soon enough. "No, it doesn't, but Jounine is a very specific friend to have. You could have easily said you just wanted friends, but you just said because of who and what she knows. That makes me think you have something in mind for the Headwoman."

Edyis lifts her shoulders, "Easier to get along without that stuff. What's the point of it if none of it ever lasts anyway." Her tone too casual with the content of it. "I don't need to feel that just gets me into trouble." Though perhaps she isn't talking about romance in that. "What I said was I wished I had taken the time to get to know her before hand and that applies to lots of people, not just the assistant head woman. I don't have anything in mind for her, and as you so kindly pointed out, any attempt to get to know her at this point would be viewed as brown nosing." Dark eyes shift then, focused, intent, and searching. "Or do you, believe me to the sort of person who only makes friends because of what I might get out of it?"

"Oh, Edyis," is an exhale. "You can't get along without it. There are flights, and feelings, and one day some guy is going to walk into Snowasis and you won't be able to think of anyone but him. And you'll want to kiss him. You'll want nothing else but to kiss him. Saying it's easier to do without--" Farideh lifts her shoulders with a laugh; no, she doesn't believe Edyis on that score. "I don't know that I know you now as well as I knew you before," she says, quietly, "but that goes both ways. We've both changed. I still want the best for you, and I don't think-- you can be friends with anybody. Whatever you're thinking-- you're-- not like R'hin."

Edyis listens and by the end of Farideh's speech, she's on her feet. Her expression going soft and unreadable. "Thank you for enlightening me weyrwoman. I best let you get back to your planning. Enjoy the rum." Departing unless otherwise impeded.

A flicker of surprise dawns over Farideh's face, her eyes following Edyis out the door, but she doesn't actually move from the spot she's frozen in until the other woman has left. She sighs wearily and turns, hands returning to her waist, to survey her board and worry at the tip of her thumb; old dreams replaced by new dreams.