Logs:Turnover And Trips
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| RL Date: 13 June, 2013 |
| Who: N'ky, Azaylia |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Azaylia and N'ky talk while looking over their own plans and preparations, and N'ky has interesting ideas. |
| Where: Records Room, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Weather: Heavy rain in the middle of winter only means that the temperature is only a few degrees above freezing; it's more miserable for the soaking torrents. |
| Mentions: Alida/Mentions, Hana/Mentions, K'zin/Mentions, Leova/Mentions |
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| Records Room, High Reaches Weyr Books. Scrolls. Bound hides. Maps. If it's a record pertaining to the Weyr, it's likely to be in this roughly oval room with its floor-to-ceiling cherrywood shelves, its multitude of slots for scrolls, and its wide drawers for materials that shouldn't be rolled up or folded. A scribe is usually on duty at the tall desk up front with its good view of the room, and is able to help visitors find what they're looking for via the big bound index on its rotating stand. Past the desk, several tables stand in neat rows for note-taking, each stocked with glowbaskets, scrap hide, paper and pencils. Additional lighting is provided by a many-armed wrought-iron light fixture, its glows gleaming through luxurious glass containers in fluted shapes instead of baskets. To one side of the room, a gap between two sets of shelves outlines where another set once stood, now replaced by a tapestry-covered aperture. Peeking behind the tapestry reveals another cavern, this one likewise full of shelves, but occupied by only a few boxes of older records and a somewhat musty air of disuse. As well, two narrow but solid doors are locked when the room is unattended and a discreet staircase provides direct access from the Weyrleaders' weyrs. The non-stop deluge outside is driving more and more Weyr residents indoors, but the records room remains relatively quiet, especially in this early, post-dinner hour, with most folks choosing the Snowasis, living cavern or elsewhere to relax in. Not N'ky, though; he's bent industriously over a map of territory that doesn't belong to High Reaches, given the amount of water blocked in on the vast sheet. He alternates between poring over the map with finger marking various little spots, and writing notes in a pad to one side - a pad that's almost lost in the various other maps, books and hides that litter the table he's working at. Azaylia doesn't often take advantage of goldriding perks, at least not consciously. It simply makes sense to avoid the rain all together by walking through the tunnels that link her weyr to the records room. Rather than soaked and dripping, the weyrwoman walks in with a refreshed air and a stack of papers and books cradled in her arms. Curiosity has her glancing towards the expanse of maps, but it's those memorable curls that bring her to a stop nearby. "N'ky." Voice and greeting are both warm, quiet for the sake of the scribe on duty. "Planning your escape route?" Her mouth quirks with that gentle tease. Curls that are as wild as ever, as the greenrider's run his fingers through them frequently during his research. N'ky looks up at Azaylia, a canted, warm smile curving his lips. "Weyrwoman," he returns her greeting, the smile growing a little bigger to briefly flash his over-large front teeth. Then he looks down to the maps, closes his pad over his scribbled notes, and then looks back to the woman with a gentle shrug of his shoulders. "Um... j-just doing a bit of research. I th-thought maybe I would, um, go explore a little more in my free time, and... well, this looks i-interesting." His stutter's less pronounced as he's certainly more relaxed than usual, as he taps a spot on the map - which, if Azaylia looks closer, is of the Southern Continent. N'ky's tapping is taken as a silent invitation for Azaylia to lean closer, resting her hip on the table's edge as she looks over the map. "Is graduation so soon?" With having so much to remember each day, the reminder comes as a light surprise. "Interesting how?" It's more than just polite curiousity that has her asking, waiting for his answer with a smile that grows. "Do you think Cailluneth will like it?" "Well, um, th-that's why this bit here looks most interesting," N'ky says slowly, as if he's carefully thinking about what words to use. "The r-records say that there are, um, wild herds there? M-mostly around this area," his fingertip indicates the space he's talking about, "and I th-think she'd like that, for hunting. I-it'd be more fun for her than, um, j-just catching a herdbeast in a pen." He leans back a little, looking up at the goldrider. "But we've got, um, a while yet, before we graduate. A few months or so, I think? If, um, n-no-one causes trouble again." "Do they?" Azaylia's eyes drop back down to where the weyrling is pointing with a flicker of far-felt excitement. "Even Hraedhyth likes the sound of that. I imagine Cailluneth can't wait." It would seem that dam and rider approve. Her smile dims at mention of trouble, and with a patient sigh she places her paperwork onto a corner of that map. Careful not to crease it, "Unless the entire class were to do something, you all won't be held back. You should be graduating right on time, never mind what other weyrlings do." "I hope so." N'ky's not exactly the trouble-making sort, so graduating on time should be doable for him. "Um, weyrwoman Azaylia? Would you and Hraedhyth like to come with us? Wh-when we go hunting down South? Cailluneth and I would both like that, if you've g-got the time to. If you want to?" To Hraedhyth, Cailluneth extends a warm invitation, silvery hope for the hunt to come wrapped around a blood-red lust for the thrilling chase and inevitable kill that the trip will include. "We were, um, talking about tithes in the living cavern the other day, and I thought, well, um, i-if there's going to be less coming, um, m-maybe more dragons could hunt down in Southern? Or, um, we could maybe cull some beasts down there and bring them back, if they're needed." It's less convenience and more the company that has Azaylia finally pulling a chair up, deciding on the table N'ky's at. "Hm?" In the midst of carefully clearing off one of the maps furthest from him, the weyrwoman looks up with gentle surprise. "Oh." A faint flicker of what could be guilt, "You don't have to. I didn't mean for it to sound like we were inviting ourselves." Hraedhyth might have, already reaching to twine with the green's pale, glittering hope. Never mind what the riders might be saying, the gold is already making plans with elevated, excited drumbeats. "As long as you're offering because you want to..?" Even if he's already said as much. Once sitting, "N'ky... that's actually a really good idea. I mean, the 'beasts would have to be quarantined for a while beforehand, but it's a thought." One she approves of. "I-it is?" N'ky seems surprised that he's come up with something possibly useful, and a rosy, pleased blush begins to colour his cheeks. "I, um, I a-also had another idea, but... b-but I don't know if it would be as useful to, um, everyone." While he gathers his thoughts, Cailluneth builds upon Hraedhyth's excitement, adding her own thud-thudding heartbeat to those drums and lacing brightening rainbow colours through the plots and plans of hunting. "I, um, a-asked you because I'd like you there. And I know Hraedhyth likes to hunt just as much as Cailluneth does, so, um, I thought you'd maybe enjoy it?" Azaylia sounds certain, "It could be. On the one hand, we wouldn't want to exhaust the wild herds." If N'ky's done his research correctly, and it doesn't looks as though she's bringing that into question. "And of course, the quarantine would be to make sure they don't infect what stock we do have." And won't be replenished, at least not by High Reaches Hold. Hraedhyth's smoke blows through Cailluneth's colors, not an attempt to stifle but a playful tickle as each hue is hidden and revealed once more. The drums take on a more savage beat, the thunder of hooves lifting to a roar before the rhythm calms itself-- it's still a ways off. The goldrider smiles, "In that case, it sounds like fun. I might only be able to manage a day, but I'm sure that's more than enough time for the two of them to run around after 'beasts." N'ky's blush grows a little more at the acceptance of his invitation, and he nods. "A day's long enough I think? And we could ch-check to see how many animals - and what animals are there, then we can report back and, um... well, maybe see if it's still useful information then?" He twists sideways in his chair to be able to face Azaylia, while Cailluneth counters the smoke with little, glowing bubbles - bright silver and white, capturing the smoke and then bursting to send it spiralling free. "Um, there's the o-other idea I had too, which is a little, um, s-smaller. Um... I thought I m-might... see, b-back ho--" he stops, quickly correcting himself, "at Far Reach, we h-had to have everything we needed. So we grew some crops for the herds, and we had ch-chickens, too. I thought maybe we could - I could - raise some chickens. Maybe? Somewhere here in the Weyr... in a weyr, if there's, um, one I could... borrow?" Azaylia focusing on his second idea, ther's a lingering smile for the plans already made by riders and dragaons. "There are empty weyrs, I'm sure." This one has more of her focus, not so ready to offer hope when she's uncertain herself. "Leova, Vrianth's rider?" She waits, searching his face for any sign of recognition before continuing, "Her ledge is the one with the trees. They're lovely when the weather's right." Not now, poor things. "I can't see why, if with a little work, you can't raise them in your own weyr?" Other than space. After a moment, "There are always the stables. We have places for something like that... Honestly, N'ky, you'd have to talk to the Headwoman. And, possibly the Acting Weyrwoman." With a shy smile, she accepts that there's only so many things she can be sure of. N'ky listens to Azaylia, nodding his head in to say that he does know of Leova, even if he hasn't met her. "M-my weyr's too small for chickens, and, um, it's cold, and k-kind of draughty. I don't think chickens like to live like that." But young greenriders apparently do. "The s-stables might be better, though. I'll... um... yeah. I'll ask, n-next time I see them." Which, if the little downturn of his smile is anything to judge by, probably means he'll be keeping quiet about the idea. "But you and I can still go to Southern, c-can't we? Without their permission? They d-don't need to know what we're doing if it's just a trip for us, right?" The mental image of cold, wet chickens has Azaylia struggling to stay serious, lips thinning in an effort not to laugh at the poor, hypothetical fowl. "No, that doesn't sound good at all." She manages, clearing her throat to encourage him, "You should. Even if it might not work, it's good that you're thinking of solutions instead of dwelling on the problems." It's what she can offer against N'ky's little frown, not willing to push the weyrling into anything he doesn't want to do. With a gentle laugh, "Yes, we can still go to Southern. I could honestly leave every day, as long as I didn't neglect my duties." It wouldn't be easy, and it would likely be frowned upon, but her point is made. "Once you graduate, that is." "I have free days before I graduate, a-and whole afternoons off too, sometimes... c-can't we fit it in before then?" N'ky's enthusiasm is probably affected by Cailluneth's - the green's colours through her continued touch with Hraedhyth fade at the thought of having to wait, rainbows ebbing into a more subdued, grey-toned palette. "I-if I'm with you, no-one's going to contest it, are they, weyrwoman Azaylia? A-and it's for the good of the Weyr, maybe. In the long run, anyway." His brows raise hopefully, smile eager, intended to be an encouraging accompaniment to the puppy-eyed look he fixes on Azaylia. To impress a dragon like Hraedhyth, one has to have some semblance of will power. Even then, Azaylia feels her own being tested when faced with N'ky's pitifully eager expression. Her thinned lips are already fighting to smile as she glances back at those hides of hers, as if to ignore the weyrling until, "Maybe. If it's only an afternoon instead of a day, I might be able to manage it." Reluctant only due to her duties and schedule, "It probably won't be before Turnover." The stack in front of her is given a pat, revealing just how much collaborative planning goes into such an event. "Even if we don't find a solution, and our dragons just hunt all afternoon, it'll be nice." Hraedhyth's flames try to revive the green's lost hue: see, don't have to wait as long! Gleeful gold flickers through Hraedhyth's flames, a gauzy, glittering veil behind which Cailluneth's colours are reignited. She's not as patient as her Heart, and the prospect of going sooner, rather than later, definitely has its appeal. "I can wait until after Turnover," N'ky grins, his smile as bright as his green's mindscape. He looks to the stack of work that Azaylia's got, shifting some of his own maps and books aside to make a little more room for her. "Are you p-planning something big for this year? We used to have a, um, snow cookout, if the weather wasn't too bad. There was a-always snow, of course, but if there wasn't a blizzard, we'd make a huge bonfire in the courtyard, and, um, r-roast meat and stuff, and... it was always fun. Have you done anything like that here?" Having reminded herself of the reason she's in the records room, Azaylia begins to pull particular sheets from the pile. She notices N'ky making room with a grateful nod, "Thank you." She manages a few moments of industry, catching up on the thoughts that have been interrupted by talk of trips and chickens. There isn't even a grand payoff for his patience, curl to her lips not quite secretive, but, "You'll have to wait and see, just like everyone else." It's only fair. "We do something like that, sometimes. Big bonefires and ice skating." There's no hint that it's what they're doing this time, though it very well could be. "I like the sound of that." N'ky exhales with a nod of approval. "Though I've n-never really tried ice skating. I, um, thought I might try it this winter, but... um, the weather's been so bad so far." Blizzards, torrential downpours, and all that fun stuff. He starts to roll up the maps he's been studying, making even more space for the goldrider. "We were in Fort the other night, Alida and I. The w-weather there's much nicer than it is here... the sky was clear, and it felt a little warmer, too. H-have you been to The Glass Fountain? It's... um... k-kinda romantic. We had dinner there." Turns of multitasking has made it so Azaylia is capable of sorting her pages while occasionally glancing N'ky's way, "It's fun. A little scary at first, but if you don't mind falling you learn faster." Her voice trails as she catches a sentence not in her own handwriting that needs to be double checked before setting the hide down. "You were?" Unusual enough for that curious lilt, but she doesn't ask after it any further. "I don't think I have." It's subtle, the little twist to her lips as she looks back down at the written preparations. "...Romantic, hm?" Ass. U. Me. Oblivious N'ky is oblivious to the assumption he might have spawned. "Mmhrm. It's all kinda pretty, and a bit p-posh, with this nice waterfall, um, thing, k-kinda trickling down from the ceiling." He raises his hand, wiggling fingers mimicking the trickling of water. "It's the s-sort of place I'd like to take Hana, i-if I had more marks. If she'd go with me. D-does she even like dragons? ... can you ride a dragon in a skirt?" Not something he's ever had to do himself, and has he ever seen the Holder in trousers? His maps are all cleared away by now, ready to be put back into their various homes, and he leans his elbow on his notepad. "You could ask your next date to take you there, maybe?" Mention of Hana has the potential to clear up the earlier assumption, though they are in a Weyr. Azaylia glances up from her work to watch N'ky's fingers trickle on down, "I've ridden Hraedhyth in a dress. It wasn't always ladylike but..." It can be done. "Hana's not... well, she's managed to avoid riding a dragon this long." The weyrwoman's assistant has never seemed overly keen on flying. It takes even longer to pull her attention from the papers in front of her, "Hm? Oh. I don't know if dates are for me." Her head tilts in thought, "It was perfectly wonderful, and I had fun, but it felt strange." Especially the expectations and boundaries that supposedly come with a first date. "Oh." The revelation about Hana confirms N'ky's expectations, so he's not too disappointed; but there is a degree of it there. "She doesn't seem like a dragony-type," he says softly, shrugging his shoulders. Then, leaning in a little towards the goldrider, he bites down on his lip before asking, "M-maybe your date was just with the wrong person? I think they're meant to be romantic... I'll make mine romantic, when I ask someone on one." Pulling his notebook towards him to slip it into his pocket, he stands up from the table and starts gathering up the maps. "April's asking for me," he starts to explain as he tucks the maps under his arm. "We d-didn't date. I've never been on one. But... m-maybe one day?" There's bound to be other fish for dating in the big, wide Weyr ocean, right? "C-can I do anything for you before I go, weyrwoman Azaylia?" "Hraedhyth thinks Hana's afraid of her." Then again, Bones has never seemed overly fond of the large gold either. Azaylia doesn't immediately brush off N'ky's suggestion, taking a good few moments to remember her one and only date, "No... that's not it." With another soft laugh, "I don't think I'm a... very romantic person? It wasn't my date's fault." Some might be sad at such a realization, but it's hardly a new revelation for the goldrider. As the weyrling readies to leave, she smiles, "Have a nice night, N'ky. That's all." Other than that, there's little else she needs from him. After he leaves, she's finally able to pour over the hides spread out in front of her.
CommentsHana (Hana (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 17 Jun 2013 06:48:38 GMT. < I really do have to wonder how Hana gets around... no dragons, runners are iffy.... Either she's a wizard at moving fast, or one day, she's going to kidnap someone's dragon and go flying into the stars.
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I picture her being ferried about in a plush carriage. XD
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Shaped like a giant pumpkin?
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Someone needs to find me some glass slippers!
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Hana (Hana (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 17 Jun 2013 06:48:38 GMT.
< I really do have to wonder how Hana gets around... no dragons, runners are iffy....
Either she's a wizard at moving fast, or one day, she's going to kidnap someone's dragon and go flying into the stars.
Nicky (Nicky (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 17 Jun 2013 15:57:10 GMT.
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I picture her being ferried about in a plush carriage. XD
D'kan (D'kan (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 17 Jun 2013 20:43:58 GMT.
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Shaped like a giant pumpkin?
Hana (Hana (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 18 Jun 2013 02:38:34 GMT.
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Someone needs to find me some glass slippers!
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