Logs:The Igen One
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| RL Date: 18 January, 2013 |
| Who: Brieli, Vienne |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Vienne is reading, Brieli provides a distraction. They discuss opportunity. |
| Where: Nighthearth, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions, Ainslee/Mentions, H'vier/Mentions |
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| With its entrance located between the kitchen and the living cavern, this tiny bubble cavern is cozy, always kept warm and is filled with comfortable chairs and a small round table. At the far end, there's a hearth, outlined in ruddy, aging bricks, where a pot of stew simmers in the evening hours. Generally quiet, the nighthearth is the haunt of insomniacs and those seeking quiet from the bustle of daily Weyr life. Night, what a reasonable time to be at the nighthearth. It's late enough that dinner has passed, though not so late that only the chronic insomaniacs make up the majority of passersby. Evening. Comfortably evening. And at the nighthearth, Vienne has made herself appropriately comfortable. She has a mug of something warm and a book that she's only half-reading as her attention is regularly drawn away whenever someone walks by. She seems to have been here for at least a little while, long enough to have shed her scarf and jacket over the arm of her chair and to have tucked a leg beneath her. Still, that easy distraction readily paints her as someone who is still on edge despite her apparent settling in. If ever there were a time to be at the nighthearth, it would be night. It's in the name! Though most of the passerby and the passers in-and-out are easy enough to hear coming, when Brieli comes upon the hearth in its cozy warmth, it's quietly - the soles of boots soft, her steps in the caverns light, though purposeful. She has her jacket, and a loosely looped cherry red scarf, but her skirt is probably a little short for the chill weather. Nice legs, but it's a little impractical. She heads for the klah and mugs, as so many do, but Vienne and her distraction are of interest to her by her glance, the lift of fine brows. "Is it boring, the book?" she asks idly, as she fills a mug. She might not hear her coming, but once Breili passes into peripheral view, Vienne's head lifts from her book again, seeing legs first and then a pair of eyes looking back at her. The newcomer's smile shows up readily, the eager-to-please sort, and once the question sinks in, she laughs. "It's really not," or so she claims with a touch of dispair, thumb in her place so she can turn the book over to look at its cover again. "I'm just not especially focused." And then the other hand comes up, with her own mug of klah, bringing it to discussion: "Either too much or not enough. I can't tell." There's a breath of a pause and then: "It's Brieli, right?" It would seem some kind soul has pointed her out somewhere along the way. Kind souls do that, as do gossips - there's the capable one, the one that didn't fall apart after, well, you know, though she's a bit... And there's that Fortian bronzerider business besides. Plus, the bluerider wins - Brieli's jacket actually has a knot. It goes with so little. Turning to lean against the wall with mug in both hands, "Sometimes, it's not much of anything. I find sometimes, even when you want to focus, it's just not in you. Whatever you drink." Dark eyes are bright at that, her gaze sharp - though she smiles easily enough. "Yes. Iesaryth's. And you're new, but I can't name all the transfers yet, I'm afraid. Welcome, though." Her mug is lifted in salute before taking a sip. If only she'd hooked up with a gossip instead of a kind soul. Vienne would have so much more information! Maybe she's picked up some of it anyway. Now she takes a long, deep, accepting breath. "That's probably true. It's just not in me tonight. - I'm the Igen one." But that catches her and she looks to either side, wondering. "I think there's only of us. I feel like I'd remember running into someone I already know." After a short laugh, she can continue the initial introduction. "Vienne. Blue Oswinth. Am I supposed to..." She makes as if to get up, though she really only drops her foot to the floor and scoots toward the edge of the chair rather than actually get to her feet, just waiting to see if that level of propriety is necessary here. "'The Igen one'," Brieli echoes, with some amusement. "I'm fairly sure I've only seen one Igen transfer order. But I wouldn't lay marks on it, to be honest. I see a lot of things. Most of them boring, sadly." And since Vienne's book isn't, she'll peer down at the spine, just in case she might want a crack at it. "Are you supposed to..." The goldrider looks up questioningly before fine brows arch in surprise and she shakes her head, her lips only quirking a touch. "Oh. No. Neither of us stand on much formality. Formality isn't required for respect - and Azaylia isn't the sort. She likes to hug people." There's a wrinkle of her nose as she takes a seat, to forestall any attempts at bowing and scraping. Her tone might be neutral? But not a hugging fan. "Well met." Vienne is just as happy to stay seated anyway and so as Breili takes a seat, the bluerider sinks back into her own chair again and also hands the book over; she doesn't seem to care about losing her place. It's a history of some harper, which might not have the most broad appeal. "So, were you intending to have a handful of transfers from all over or are we all just a... happy coincidence? I met a greenrider from Benden and there's man from Ista around somewhere, said to be tall. That's all I've heard. Tall." She gives a short, half-hearted laugh, apparently still a touch ill at ease - and so she welcomes another sip from her mug to hide behind. Taking the book in one hand to look over with only vague interest, but some interest at least, Brieli notes carefully, "We didn't actively go looking for them, no. Some have in the past, though. Right now... I think there's a little opportunism involved, but I can't say that I've ever minded that either. I can't say that many people share that opinion, either." She flashes a lovely smile as she hands the book back to Vienne, adding, "I'm really a transfer, technically though. So I don't think it matters much in the end. And that would be Ainslee... and H'vier, I'd guess." Leaning back in her chair to cross long legs, "Redhead greenrider, pretty? And he is tall. Good-looking. Probably aware of that." Redhead, yes. As she takes the book back, Vienne nods to that being the Istan she met, and having no personal experience to tell if H'vier is either tall or good-looking, she just smiles mildly. What does seem to have her interest is that statement Brieli made in the middle. "You don't mind opportunism?" the bluerider asks, rewinding to that topic. "Or you don't mind opportunists. I feel like there's a difference in there." Though perhaps one she hasn't quite sorted yet. The book gets tucked in beside her and -- out of sight, out of mind -- forgotten. "Opportunism can just mean taking changes as they come, right? Or is that overly sanitized?" It's a philosphical question, like she's caught on the semantics more than anything else. Brieli has to consider that as takes a drink from her mug, holding it with both hands again. Her dark gaze shifts to the liquid inside as she's thoughtful, perhaps choosing her words. "I think, to be precise, it's that I can see multiple sides of a situation. I understand where everyone is coming from. Sometimes, it seems wise to make moves that improve your luck. Or your chances." After another sip, she glances up to offer the bluerider another brief smile before, "I think it can mean that. There's opportunity in changes. Some people must see it - why transfer here before winter? Or Hraedhyth's maiden flight. I don't imagine it'll be... Well. I'm glad I won't be here." It has the tone of exaggeration... but not by much. "Or your choices, maybe," Vienne puts in along with luck and chance. "There's just a connotation with opportunist that they take advantage of luck, and chances and choices, without regard for anyone else. A harder, more self-serving personality, I guess." She makes no judgement on that, if the lift of a thin shoulder is any indication. But her mind is still going, leaving her expression thoughtful as she pulls her leg up beneath her again, truly refinding that cozy pose she was in, though this time tipped a bit toward the goldrider. "You think the people who have transferred here are opportunists? But you value opportunists?" Just to make sure she's got that sentiment correct. "Sometimes, that," Brieli can allow, will allow with a nod over her mug. "And I believe some might say that fits, for bronzeriders who have an eye on a Weyrleadership. Without regard to the people who have lived and worked and died here all along. You might hear that, if you listened for it." She's a little shrug of her own; who knows? It's more difficult for her to go curling up in chairs, but she's happy enough to slouch elegantly in her jacket with her mug, boots stretched out toward the hearth. "I think that everyone who's transferred here likely has very different reasons for it. And I value a lot of things. To be helpful." At least she'll grin for that, amused but not apologetic. It might be the grin, maybe just Brieli's plain-spoken opinion, but something breaks Vienne from the grip of her meandering curiosity and has her letting out a light laugh. "I'm sorry," she says with a shake of her head. "It just struck me... Opportunity is such a happy word, an optimistic, active word. And opportunist is sort of sinister." Her free hand makes little claws there, as if sinister needs demonstrating. "Anyway, I suppose it could be a short track to Weyrleader. It would, as you say, make the chance a little more likely." Though clearly that short track would only apply to the bronzerider. "I didn't get a sense of what brought Ainslee here. We talked about weyrs and food and wings. Not much about pasts." There's the small cant of her head, a lift of her eyebrows, lending a bit of weight to her words. Wryly, "I do have this tendency to draw a dark cloud over any conversation, so keep that in mind. It may just be my naturally dark humor. My apologies if so." Brieli pauses, then adds, with a little quirk of a smile for Vienne's claws, "Also understand the two of us, Azaylia and I... it's been the better part of two turns with people watching - it's what we signed up for, I suppose. But it's never been easy for me, at least." So she must be relieved, right? There's no relief in her expression at the moment, though. Glancing down into her mug again, "I imagine that's her tale to tell, as they say. I might wonder what the attraction is for an Igen transfer, but I don't see the desert as... pleasant, myself." There's another laugh and then Vienne lets out, "Phew, I thought it was me," complete with wiping some fake sweat off her forehead. "I was sitting here thinking, my what an impression I must be making..." But it turns out that it's just Brieli's dark cloud. The lighter moment aside, the greenrider is attentive when conversation turns to Azaylia, or rather the two goldriders as a pair. "You're very close, aren't you. I can only imagine that's a good thing. For both of you. Having someone to lean on, who understands it all, who's in it with you." Her quick nod knocks a tendril of hair across her cheek and she sweeps it back behind her ear with a deft hand. "I never intended to live in the desert forever. I was posted there. Oswinth had other plans. And... I guess it was time for a change." Harper book, posted, there's her story in a nutshell maybe. Brieli can't help but grin at Vienne's little 'phew', the 'sweat' off her forehead. "If you're harper-trained, it stands to reason the definition of words are a concern, yes? A little more interested than the rest of us, unless we're making a point." With a nod, a glance to the hearthfire, "We are, I suppose. We work well together, at the very least. So there is that, whatever happens. We didn't impress together, but - as close as." The goldrider's attention turns to her mug, and she wrinkles her nose. "This isn't working. I think I'm going to bed." As she rises to put her mug with the other discards, "It's time for a change here, it seems. That's where I might have said 'opportunism' where you would say 'opportunity'? There's much that could happen in the next month." "That's much how it goes, yeah," Vienne admits with another series of faint nods. "It probably doesn't help that half of this book-" She looks for it. where did it go? Oh right, here. Tap tap. "-Is the a dissection of the subject's word choices." And so the harper-turned-bluerider has to smile a bit apologetically for whatever mess she's made of this introduction. And perhaps a bit for the failures of klah and the persistence of dark clouds. "Hopefully it'll be a good change." Though, since she really has no idea what would constitute a positive change from the weyrwoman's perspective, she can only offer her an optimistic smile. "It was nice meet you, Brieli. Sleep well." Amused, "That might do it indeed. A pleasure, Vienne, and welcome. I hope you find some focus - or another distraction in short order." Brieli offers a little nod and a smile before she starts off into the caverns again, hands in jacket pockets, with a purpose.
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