Logs:Learning a Little Something More
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| RL Date: 9 March, 2008 |
| Who: Leova, Milani |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Leova asks her go-to girl, Milani, about someone else this time. B'yan. She also gets some ideas. |
| Where: Common Room, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: B'yan/Mentions, Hatha/Mentions, Hayda/Mentions, Laylia/Mentions, Louvaen/Mentions, Shanlee/Mentions |
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| Common Room
After dinner, definitely evening, but not late yet, Milani's retired to her favorite comfy chair to read. It's still horridly hot out and she's dressed for the weather even if it's marginally cooler in the caverns than it is out of doors. The assistant headwoman's holding a thick book and apparently thoroughly engrossed in the story. Leova enters, chopped-at hair slicked darkly back to her head, tawny face still pinked by that full hour in the water caverns: second bath today. But then, she did have stable duty earlier, and some of that relaxation shows in the way she walks. She even stops by one of the oldest, deafest uncles to mouth hello before weaving her way over to the chair next to Milani's and leaning against its arm. No hurry. It takes a minute for Milani to tear her eyes off the page and then to focus properly on Leova, blinking a little. "Hey Leova, sorry. Louvaen gave me this book and it's really good and it's long too!" Big eyes. "How're you? Long day? Good day? And oh goodness me, you got yourself a haircut!" The young woman tilts her head back to appraise the other thoughtfully. Leova laughs at those big eyes she's got, and leans over some to try and look at the book upside down, putting her boots flat on the floor when her chair threatens to tip. "Lasts a little longer that way? Good. Yes. Yes. Sort of." She sits up again, and Milani's tall enough that she only has to keep tilted forward a little to stay in quiet near-whisper range, even if a lot of that is leg. "Got someone else to ask you about! Someones, maybe." The book seems to be a very tightly written story of a plague and Milani's at the point where people are getting ill. "Yes! It helps most I think that it's good. Very good." And her hands come to rest atop the pages, holding her place. "Sort of? It looks shorter to me, but I'm glad you had a good day even if it was long." Beam. Eyebrows fly upwards though. "Oh? Really? Who?" Naked interest and a gleam of wickedness in the assistant headwoman's eyes. Leova says, "Good!" in a better you than me! sort of way, and shares a momentary grin with the younger woman, a grin that widens even as her eyes narrow. "Not that sort of someone." Though she does pause. "Tallish for me, probably not for you. Likes to mess around with words. Talks about smuggling, Ground Watch, someone named Hatha I think it was. Very, very sure of himself, or likes to make you think he is. Sound familiar?" "What sort?" Milani blinks a few times and laughs a little. "I figured this just might be something gossip-worthy in general, not any specific way." Her head tilts to the side absorbing the description. "Oh! Sure. Baye. Er. B'yan. Bronzerider. Former trader. Bit of a shifty fellow, very cute though, very flirty and all sorts of enigmatic. What else would you like to know about him? I don't actually know all that much, see enigmatic, but like, he's been here for turns, yeah?" "Long as it stays that way. And it's gossiping to me," Leova amends, amber eyes sparked with humor that soon shifts into something else. "B'yan. How harmless is he? A..." Classes, classes, they took classes on this. "Wingleader? And this Hatha woman. Tall, he said. Brown hair. Used to be a guard." Milani giggles a little, head ducking and she nods. "Sure. I don't really spread vicious gossip, just stuff everyone knows already anyway," the assistant headwoman waves one hand loosely. "Baye? I dunno if you could call him harmless at all. Yeah, he's a wingleader but he still has pretty strong ties to his trader past so far as I can tell. Y'know, fast on the draw with his words and probably his beltknife too." Leova says soothingly, "Of course you don't," but the remnants of humor from earlier are fanned into something brighter. "What other kind of ties? Aside from being fast with his... beltknife." The woman seems to find this particularly funny, given the silent shake of her shoulders, but then she has been around a lot of teenagers lately. Sobering at least a little, "So don't take the way he talks too seriously, but be careful anyway?" "I don't really know any details, just what's rumored and sort of what B'yan hints at himself," Milani says slowly. "And as for taking him seriously, I'd take him pretty seriously if he's being serious. Which he often isn't. But y'know, he has an .... edge to him. Anyway. Long story short, you can mess with Baye in some ways, you know, innocent ways, but don't really mess with Baye." That's her take on it anyway, one foot jouncing a little. "He hints at a lot," Leova says, mouth curling. "How to tell if he's being serious? Not likely to run into him again. But." She tips her head back, yawns to the ceiling, tips it forward again to give Milani a pleased, sleepy smile. "Well, you know, meals and all," Milani says brow quirked. "Could run into him. I bump into him in Records a lot." A little smile slides across her face. "It's fun to sit in his lap and make him squirm a little bit about getting caught. At least I think that's why he might squirm a little." Frowning thoughtfully then she just grins and shrugs. "I guess you just have to know him to sort out serious from not serious. He's worth getting to know better." "Meals..." Leova doesn't sound too concerned about those, but then she breaks off to give Milani a particular look. A look that lengthens. "Not the only reason," she says without affect, then looks away. "If you say so. So!" How's the ceiling up there? "How long's it going to stay hot, days, like this?" "Oh no, could just be y'know that he doesn't really like me, though I don't think that's likely, or that I'm interrupting, or any of a dozen reasons," Milani answers blithely. "I am notoriously forward, blunt and flirty and still learning how to be y'know, more subtle. It's why I like hanging out with B'yan. He's got subtle cornered." Gleam a beam. "Shouldn't be this hot at all," opines the assisstant headwoman thoughtfully. "So I don't know. Should be cooling down already really." Leova leans back, the better to give Milani another look, one that shades on disbelieving. But then there's that little curve of a smile again. Because sitting on his lap and wiggling is so very subtle. What she says is, "Hope the crops're all right." And Little Foot, who's getting closer to four months old. And her dam. "Know what the weather's like down Tillek way? Should be all right if there was water." Continuing blithe, Milani totally misinterprets that look. "Seriously, he's all like, Mister Secretive." Big eyes again. "I can never get any real information out of the guy." A sad headshake and then a little grimace. "Oh well it's cooler than here I'd think, you know, sea breezes and everything and as long as the rivers stay good, should be okay, yeah? I dunno, I don't really know holder stuff." Leova survives the big eyes. Barely. She decides, "You should have to go down to Tillek. And the other places you get tithe from. And have to stay there for a few months. Learning about them. Doing odd chores. No eggs to wait for, you'd have that. But learn something, hm?" Milani giggles. "Well I've been to Tillek plenty of times, you know to go fishing and stuff. But I can't stay away from my job for that long. I mean, doing that sort of thing for like, a seven maybe, okay, but there's too much to do here." She shrugs lightly and smiles up at the Candidate. "Then maybe a seven. Come back at different times of Turn, though." Leova doesn't shrug back at Milani but also doesn't smile. "Or someone should. Someone who gets along with people easy. Who's got the sense to learn how things fit. Give us a face, someone we're giving our harvest to." "You don't think the riders stop in and talk to the holders?" Milani queries, brows lifting a little. "And there's plenty of people from the holds here. Like Hayda even. She's only been here not that long. She's widowed y'know. From the fishing hold down along the beach at Tillek." Her head tilts to the side slightly. "And Shanlee, she's from a hold and so's Laylia. Shan gets back home or around it I'm pretty sure. And that's just a few." Beat. "I mean, during the Pass there were a lot of people Searched out of other places, these days, clutches are small enough that I guess the Weyr wouldn't really need to Search outside the Weyr but -- " she breaks off and eyes Leova with a puzzled expression. Leova steps in before there can be even a moment of silence, though she was listening closely all the while Milani spoke. "Someone who isn't a rider," she says intently. "Or someones. People who don't just leave the holds to come here. People who can come back. Who can speak for you." She shakes her head half at herself and sits back, then, her whole posture changed. Her gaze no longer so direct. Her voice lighter. "Course, probably you have someone or someones, seeing their family if nothing else, hm? So what kind of real information are you looking for, from that Mister Secretive?" "Huh. Well other than people visiting family, it's kind of hard to get away for that long. It's a lot of work to keep everything running to keep all those riders fed and clean and in the air, yeah? But it is part of the sweeprider's job I guess, to touch bases, keep abreast of what's going on in all the little places even. Or the harper's with all the posted harpers in the area." Milani blinks at the change back to B'yan as a topic. "Oh ... what he trades in still if he still does. Where he goes when he's not on duty, because he does get out a fair bit. Lots of things that just occur to me at the time." Leova nods, nods like she's agreeing, all right, though she's slid forward a little more, about to get up. Though, "What riders do off duty, that's not their own business?" "Sure, but no harm in asking, yeah?" Milani's head tilts to the side and she grins again. "I'm nosy. If he tells me to stop asking, that's one thing. But he doesn't. I think he likes playing the game." The assistant headwoman stretches long legs out and refolds them beneath herself. Leova has to laugh at that. "One of those. Doesn't sound like you mind too much, anyway." No harm done. She stands, dusting off her knees, pushing back her uneven hair that's dried by now. "Gotten pretty late... Night to you, Milani." Milani nods. "Pretty much. And I want to learn and he likes to play, so there you go." And there's another beaming smile from Milani, purely merry. Leova's slide off the chair arm sees her rearranging herself a little again so she can wave as the Candidate heads off. "Yeah. I'm not long after you. Good night Leova!" And as long as nothing goes very wrong... Leova gives her a sidelong look, complete to that curve of a smile, and leaves Milani and book and light for the warm darkness of the summer night. |
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