Logs:Die In The Snow
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| RL Date: 24 February, 2013 |
| Who: Brieli, Liv, Alida |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Brieli and Liv have a 'congratulations' drink. Alida lurks, and is called out. |
| Where: Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
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| It's a snowy, cold night at High Reaches, go figure. The main difference might be, at least in the Snowasis, the buzz of conversation, even two days after the announcement made - but the conversation and mood have a different quality, at least some of it - there's a certain finality there, like 'thank you, now can we get on with our lives?' Of course, it's not a sentiment shared by all, but... it's definitely out there. In the middle of it, probably listening to it, is one tall dark Acting Weyrwoman, still wearing a loose scarf and a smart red hooded coat, though undone. Brieli doesn't seem to have company at the moment, stools next to her clear, but empty glasses on the bar beside her might indicate past conversations. She herself has a mug of something hot, held in both slender hands to warm them. Always seemingly in the right place at the right time, this particular time inspired either by weather or artful design, Liv arrives in the Snowasis, shedding fat snowflakes, and tugs back on her fur-lined hood. After a quick scan she sees that there's a spot next to Brieli and goes for it, appearing at the goldrider's side, subtle as an insinuation. "Congratulations drink?" she suggests, even so much as grinning at the younger woman. If Brieli notices Liv's fortuitous entrance, she doesn't indicate it with much more than a flicker of dark gaze toward the patio entrance; her mug keeps on moving up to her lips for a sip. But she's not there for nor reason and certainly she's not sitting at the bar to be left alone... though if one has listened to rumor, that's entirely possible. But when the brownrider turns up next to her, she can return the grin, if a bit wryly. "I won't turn down a drink, or the congratulations, I suppose. Evening." Her voice is calm, cultured, and near-completely accentless. Maybe Liv /doesn't/ listen to rumor and that's why she's here in spite of it. "Fantastic." Some deliberations transpire that result in an order being placed for their drinks of choice, the brownrider easily lifting her voice above the din for the bartender. After, she tosses her jacket across the stool next door and makes herself comfortable on her own. "Evening." An afterthought. "I'm Liv. Iyniroth and I fly Glacier." She's also not from here, but she doesn't /say/ that. Draining the mug in favor of whatever else is coming, Brieli slides it across the bar and makes a gesture to the 'tender - get the rest of this sorted too while you're at it - then glances to Liv sidelong. With a faint smile, "Ah, yes. Taikrin mentioned you the other night. From Telgar, yes?" There's no weight to that, one way or the other, just like she'd been from any other Weyr. Well. Any Weyr where there aren't... issues. "Welcome to you and Iyniroth. I hope you're settling in?" Obviously, Liv's figured out who she is. "Mmhm." A diplomatic enough reply hopefully, or maybe just telling enough to make it apparent Liv holds no ties to the Other Weyr regardless of whether or not she's going to be judged. "Thank you. We are. He's making friends, a couple of the greens fancy him I think, which I could do without but maybe I can just pretend nothing will come of it." She rolls her eyes. Flights. Then focuses them on the Weyrwoman with a sharpness that's probably more to do with their color than any real purpose. "I'm sorry for coming at you like this, I've been told I can be a little... abrasive. My heart's in the right place though." Just then their drinks arrive, hers a straight whiskey on the rocks; she pays for both, naturally. There's a slight arch of fine brows down the bar, but Brieli doesn't ask about the circumstances of Liv's departure. She does quirk her lips a touch though, before noting, "Poor time of turn to move, but interesting at least. I imagine that's something one can say. It's interesting here." There's that wryness again, now about her smirk, which softens a touch for the allusion to flights. "I'm glad that Iesaryth won't rise often. I can't say it was all that enjoyable on my end. And... there are many people coming at me of late. This has not been even near the most abrasive." Her drink appears to be rum, neat - which she picks up immediately but doesn't yet drink. A point that Liv can't help but accede to. "Interesting is a good word. But after being there, I could use a little interesting. A place with new ideas. People here aren't afraid to try new things, or stand up for themselves." The brownrider lifts her glass for a drink with a delicate clink from the ice within on that note. "Anyway, so far I've seen a woman on brown sit in the Weyrleader's chair and a man in the garden covered in black ink who told me how to tend a flower." Her smile is a little slanted but appreciative and quiet. "Somehow I'd believe you if you said I'm not the worst thing to happen to you today." "Mmm." Brieli doesn't have much to say on the subject of Telgar's ideas in contrast to High Reaches' - or hers, but as she lingers over the drink, "It's not much of a life if you live in fear, yes? And you met Taikrin. I don't know if she knows how to be afraid. Admirable." Tilting her glass Liv's way, then turning to touch it to the brownrider's, she takes a sip before, bright-eyed, "And what did you think of those sights?" Shrugging diffidently, she says, in a darker tone, "I've had worse days." She may not be here every night after her duties and her chow, but Alida is indeed becoming a sort-of regular at the Snowasis, the young woman with the quiet expression and cool green eyes again making her way within the circulating crowd as she tries to suss out a small table seat on her lonesome. While peering about, those incisive eyes spy one face she *knows* she's seen before - Brieli - and then shift to the unknown visage of Liv, takikng them both in in a gestalten sweep. More things for Liv to agree with; she slow-nods re: admirable. Brieli's sudden perk, or what would seem to be perk, results in a quick grin that shows bright teeth briefly before she replies. "I thought those sights were very interesting indeed. I lived at Telgar for fourteen years but I always suspected there was a small piece of me that never really fell into place there. When they turned me out I knew I was right, and now, here." Her shrug accompanies her little smile. Who knows? Brieli and Liv both are seated at the bar, which seems to be the Weyrwoman's usual place, if Alida's becoming a regular around the Snowasis. It's easy enough for the brownrider to see how the younger woman flickers a look for each of the new entries, keeping tabs on the room; when the candidate comes in, she's no different - marked, but not tracked. "Fourteen years," she echoes. "Some time to stick around while feeling... our of place. I'm glad there was an opportunity to bring you into the fold, as it were. How did you spend your time there? Aside from your wing and Iyniroth?" Finding a seat, though sadly not near the wall this time, Alida settles herself into one of the chairs facing the entrance/exit, the palest-blonde giving occasional peers all about in unworried fashion while she awaits service. Her chosen table happens to be not too far from the bar itself, and as such, the guard-cum-candidate is sometimes treated to being able to surreptitiously overheard snippets of various conversations...though the femme never lets on to such. A glance over on Brieli's cue from Liv also pins Alida in the bar, though her gaze is a stare that should probably have lifted or lessened after a beat but doesn't. She's still staring when she lifts her eyebrows in silent reaction to the goldrider's assessment. "I worked even when I wasn't working. And honestly, most of my time I did spend with Iyniroth. At least he understood me." Finally she looks away, to smile again at her companion. "I'm glad too. It's nice being where so many things are happening. Where are you from? I can't tell from your voice." By the time her own gaze returns to the bar to keep things in perspective, Alida finds herself looking with a flat gaze upon that greenish-blue stare of Liv's, a faint lift of one of the candidate's brows coming at the dual lifts of the brownrider's own pair. When that regard slides away, back to Brieli, the holder woman also lets her own regard slide away again, this time to rest upon an approaching barmaid who soon takes the quiet one's low-voiced order. Apparently she keeps to herself. After a sip of her drink, Brieli has another of her easy, diffident shrugs; tells Liv sotto voce after a sip of her rum, "Comes in here near every night, back to the wall, watches people. Sometimes takes notes." Her dark gaze follows the brownrider's to Alida briefly, unfazed by regard, flat or otherwise, then she's looking back to the bar, more quickly than the new transfer. "Worked? What did you do before? And... it's something to have someone understand you well. Iesaryth... yes." With a brief smile of her own, "Oh, Crom. I haven't been back. I don't have any ties left there. You?" Somewhere in there the brownrider takes that intel to-do with Alida into hand with a knowing nod, during her stare-off with the candidate and before she 'ohs' at the new information from the Weyrwoman's history. "Crom? I see. I feel like maybe I would have guessed elsewhere. I'm from Tillek, small place just outside. Same here, no ties. I guess that's why I threw myself at them when the dragons came." Pause, "Maybe like her." Head tilt-- Alida. Liv takes a slow sip, clink clink. She may not be fluent in lip-reading yet, but Alida is well along her way to such, the mum femme internally smirking to herself when she picks out a few of Brieli's and Liv's words to one another...a few of them apparently about the candidate herself. At least she hasn't detected the words 'bitch' or worse, for the moment. Over to the now-departing barmaid go those level green eyes, finally coming to rest upon some glow basket or another, where they rest undisturbed for tens of seconds. All the while, the guard's hands remain steady: one upon the tabletop, the other upon one leatherclad thigh. "Who wants people to guess they come from Crom, really?" Brieli wrinkles her nose a touch, grimacing before she downs her drink for the thought alone, gestures for another with her empty glass. Glancing Liv's way, amused, "Throw yourself, did you? I was never properly searched. Weyrwomen chose me to stand both times, which I suppose is prophetic. Or lucky." With that headtilt, the goldrider's gaze flickers back to the candidate, and she slides off her stool, standing to her full height. To Alida, directly, and in a tone that brooks nothing but a direct response, "Are you eavesdropping? The only reason anyone comes into the same place, night after night, and sits alone is eavesdropping, or casing the place." "Good point." No but seriously. "Tillek makes terrible wine," Liv offers, so there's that? She nods wholeheartedly to confirm her own description of Search; tilts her head almost to mirror the goldrider's. "Luck can work with prophecy," she muses. When Brieli suddenly confronts Alida she turns on her stool to spectate, leveling her stare on the candidate and lowering one foot to the floor, creating a visual that suggests she's backing the Weyrwoman, just in case. "Hm. /Every/ night." A flick of greens back over to the sight of motion at a place where there previously was none nets Alida one apparently irritated Brieli in her sights, the holder woman locking onto the goldrider's presence like a laser. To the demand comes a lift of a white-gold brow and a quick study of the weyrwoman's frame and posture before the candidate laconically chimes in, "Apparently you've already decided what I'm doing, so why should I bother t'try and convine you to th' contrary?" Her alto tone holds a clear note of 'take it or leave it' within, the blonde remaining flat of affect as she stares blandly at the queenrider. Liv's backing posture draws a flick of greens to her position, a faint hint of a quiet smile touching her lips for just a moment before the seated femme looks back over to Brieli.
Alida's choice of words is unfortunate. Liv winces because she can sense when a storm is brewing, Iyniroth is enough for that. She straightens up when Brieli looks back at her, old habits die hard when it comes to following leadership and a command might be forthcoming. She curls a slow smile for what happens instead and nods once, giving Alida one last long look, it was nice knowing you, before turning herself around and thus turn her back on what's about to unfold, and that's right about when the storm breaks behind her so... good timing. Given the look Brieli gave her the *first* time they saw each other in here, Alida expected nothing less from the once non-irritated weyrwoman, and when she spews her venom, the target of it simply purses her lips and sighs softly, a small shake of her pale head offered. "Weyrwoman... do you really wanna do this in *here*?" In public, where lots of ugly shit could come out and potentially injure people who might be as highly ranked as Brieli? The guard's eyes seem to inquire that silently for a moment. As for respect and a basic obedience, well, the holder femme rises from her seat and stands ramrod erect, giving Brieli a perfect salute, her eyes and features flat. After an internal check of her unruly temper, the words are formed again with a clipped, "What brought me here was discharging a private duty that my Holder sent me on, ma'am. If you want to know what it is, you'll have to take it up with Holder Pars." Addendum: "The task was purely benign, I assure you." Tilting her head, Brieli regards Alida with no small amount of mystification. Her new drink comes to the bar, but she doesn't even notice it, so bemused is she. "I don't know what this is," she tells the young woman - though the potential of anything damaging a woman who can just stand up one day and take a Weyr with a few words... well, that's debatable. The salute seems to amuse her though, and she returns it easily, even perhaps a bit more sharply than usual. Dark eyes flickering over the pale girl's expression, "Well, please let Holder Pars know, in your communications, that the Weyr would know of any business the Holds might need conduct on our grounds. Let all the Holds follow High Reaches' example." Whatever the hell they're doing here. "Someone might speak to your holder. Or you. But do mind that while you wear that knot, you belong to us, candidate. Once the dragons let you go, if they do, you're back to your Holder. Think about exploring your time without duty." A pause. "Though I doubt you will." And Alida's drink also comes to her table, though the bar maid regards both women with a hint of mixed bemusement and trepidation before she leaves to complete other orders. The holder femme also ignores such, even as those e=level, unflinching greens regard intense browns. It's funny in an ironic way how a simple change of expression, and a few words can change the playing field sometimes. A twitch of what might be a ghostly smirk-smile whispers over the left side of the blonde's mouth before being artfully smoothed away. "I shall do such, ma'am...though I'll likely need a 'lizard ta' deliver my note to him." Some things just cannot take indirect and slow channels, apparently. To the reminder that - for now - she belongs to the Weyr, Alida once more clips off a soldierly salute, and an alto, "Duty is rather ingrained into me, Weyrwoman. Even if I lose some of the habit..." A small shrug presages Alida's faint hint of a smirk again, her eyes then flicking to the door that the brownrider formerly left by. Habit, again. "Find one." Brieli isn't concerned with how Alida might go about finding a firelizard; she looks resourceful, she'll figure it out. There's a twitch of her lips before, "Do remember that there's more to duty that loyalty and adherence to the task. You're the first lot Quinlys'll get a hold of, Faranth help you. She'll be dying to make examples. People new to the position always need to make an example. See that you're not one." And with another head-to-toe sweep of her dark gaze, and a disbelieving shake of her head, she turns to go, taking her drink with her. "Enjoy your evening." She apparently doesn't need a name, headed for the patio with a sweep of her red coat. "Will do..." the candidate clips off in crisp return to Brieli, Alida then offering an almost enigmatic little smile for those words of duty and loyalty. As to being Quinlys' first potential weyrlings...a slightly long-suffering look flits across the blonde's features before being banished to the rubbish heap once more...though the previous strange smile returns only within the holder's eyes when the goldrider mentions people new to their positions. Pot, meet kettle. "Yes'm..." is the white-knot's final words to the new ruler of the roost just before Brieli sweeps off to leave, 'lida simply watching her go before she unstiffens and sits once more. Only to herself is muttered, "Becomin' just like home..." in sour tones, the femme then downing her shot of whiskey in one huge gulp that leaves her wheezing. |
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