Logs:On Sunbathing, Savannah and Sleep
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| RL Date: 7 August, 2014 |
| Who: Edyis, Telavi |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Savannah associates Edyis and Telavi catch some sun and catch up too. |
| Where: Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Weather: Warm sunshine and cloudless skies make for a beautiful day and pleasantly warm evening. A breeze tempers the heat with no humidity lingering in the air. |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions, Bristia/Mentions, Gretvyn/Mentions, K'zin/Mentions |
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| The rest of the bowl may be barren, grass barely surviving at best, but here by the lake, it's brilliantly green in the warmer months: thickening and thriving in the silty, boulder-dotted soil just before it transitions to soft sand and thence to the cool, clear water itself. A large freshwater lake fed by a low waterfall, it not only provides warm-weather bathing space for humans and dragons, but has one end fenced off as a watering hole for the livestock in the feeding grounds. The water there is often muddier than the rest of the clear lake, whose shallows drop off abruptly several yards out into deep water, and whose edge undulates against the coarse-hewn bowl wall: here close enough to just be bramble-covered rocks, there far enough away that a narrow land bridge divides the main lake from a smallish pond. Between are several rocky outcroppings that form excellent makeshift diving points, though only one -- across the bridge -- has a set of narrow, slippery, quite possibly tempting stairs. Summer has, at long last arrived in High Reaches, meaning that the lake is now warm enough for swimming, or at least one small scribe seems to think so as she basks in the sun near the water's edge in an honest to goodness southern style swimming suit. Even her hair is more wild, free from its usual tidy braid, and fanned out about her to dry after her latest dip in the chilly waters, nearby lay a pile of half finished sketches and notations abandoned a while ago in favor of sunbathing. People wander by all the time, in and out of the water; it's just that a little while after one temporarily-freed assistant weyrlingmaster departs the lake she'd been wading in, drops of water wind up flicking in an arc towards that little scribe's feet. Her feet, not the sketches, at least! One dark eye opens slowly at the sudden chilly contact of water against mostly dry feet, "They let you escape?" The disgruntled tone mostly farce as Edyis props herself up on both elbows the other eye still lidded against the sun. Eventually a hint of a smile cracks through, "How have you been keeping? Driven to the drink yet?" "I'm sure it's a trick," Telavi says lightly, shaking the last of the wetness from her fingertips before the summer sun can lick it up. "And of course I have. Haven't you, isn't that why you're lying out here, soused?" No swimming suit for her; instead it's a sleeveless blouse and an even airier skirt in seaglass-soft green and blue. Edyis distinctly wrinkles her nose at the word soused. "I had forgotten that 'Reaches only has so many months of decent sunbathing weather, and since I brought this silly thing back with me, I figured I'd put it to good use. While the weather is nice enough to do so." Tela looks her over, bemused; "Why, so you can have stripes?" Yes, a dimple's showing, though it doesn't last; the greenrider has a tiredness to her eyelids and mouth for all the sparkle her eyes themselves bring. "Although I suppose if they wouldn't show on a dress you're likely to wear..." The scribe squints at her a moment, before sighing. "Hey at least I'm wearing it now and not covered from wrist to nape no matter how the heat hits, I'd say it's a fair bit of progress in so many months." There's something curious in those dark eyes as she studies the rider again, patting a seat nearby. "You look like you're burning the candle at both ends." "There is that," Tela says just as lightly as before, and alights on a rock quite near the younger woman's blanket; "And of course I am. Weyrlings," pssh. "But you, are you graded? Shall I report upon your industrious baring of flesh to the sun?" A snort escapes the small scribe. "I get graded on how well I blend with local color, does that count?" The joke rolls easily. "Seems like you've got your hands full this round, with that bunch." A beat, "How are things in your wing? Did you go back to Savannah when they came back or stick where they had placed you?" "And what prizes are you awarded, dear Edyis?" Tela doesn't ask from whom. Still, "There are only ten of them, this time, it's not so bad. But we'll have Iesaryth's thirteen too, in not terribly long, and when they graduate then I can go back to Savannah. I don't know if you can understand, but it's just not... not the same." Even with her sporadic excursions. Her lips curl at the question, which she sidesteps elegantly. "I'd forgotten Iesaryth's." She sighs leaning back and watching the water, "I do actually, I felt somewhat the same when I was left behind in Monaco." She tilts her head shifting her attention back to Tela. "At least you'll have more time as your charges get more independent. You're probably better off right now, I can barely manage to catch up with anyone outside of the usual weekly poker and darts games." "You can forget such things," Telavi murmurs, marveling. The breeze picks up, playing with the feathery hem of her skirt; she soothes it down. "'Somewhat.' Tell me, Edyis, how much sleep do you get a night?" Dark eyes fix on Telavi, a curious intensity to them. "Depends on the day, and what I'm working on but usually it's about four to five hours. Though I've actively functioned on less before, though I don't recommend it." A beat, "Are you having trouble sleeping these days? More than just the Weyrlings and extra work I mean?" A shake of her blonde head dismisses that last thought, and Telavi confides, "I was about to ask you if that was as much sleep as you'd like." "Usually, much more and I start to miss out on things. Much less and I can't really function all that well." Curious now, "Why do you ask?" Telavi's dimples show briefly, but they disappear before she explains, "You were talking of catching up with people, and how I might be better off, despite having the night shift far more than I'd like." For her part Edyis lifts a finger curling it as though inviting Telavi to draw a little closer, then leaning over, her voice lowering considerably, "I more meant the whole sleeping in fishing boats and being out of the weyr for days at a time. It might be more fun initially, but I suppose that sort of thing might be more fun." Wide-eyed now, Telavi breathes, "Does your stepmother know what you've been up to, Edyis? I'm sure she'd be shocked. Shocked, I say." "What I do, hasn't been a concern for my parents for a long time Telavi, and if acting as eyes and ears, or working to help dispel the rumor mill which threatens the only place I have left to call home, well I am sure Gretvyn understands, even if none of the others do." There's a deep intake of breath, that is slowly released. "Besides, she has enough trouble of her own dealing with my idiot brother." "What is he doing now?" Telavi asks with real sympathy, teasing briefly set aside. "He is himself, he doesn't need to actually do much else to cause problems, but his need for control makes it hard for him to deal with the other families in the valley, So Gretvyn mediates - and keeps the place running." Toes digging into the blanket, "Esvay's fine otherwise, at least from the twin's letters." "I'm glad the letters are still getting to you," and Tela's quite sincere about that-- which doesn't mean that she doesn't follow up with, "Oh, and I'm sorry; I don't think I caught what you said your rewards were," those that Edyis had skipped before. And so she doesn't distract this way, "For blending, and so on." Yes, of course there are dimples. "Not getting lectured by Bristia about forgetting her lessons, or even not absorbing them properly." Teeth flashing in a wide smile, the expression softens, "Yeah, the girls give the letters to their friends, who pass them on to the sweep riders and I send the letters addressed to their friends when I've got the chance. It isn't perfect but it serves." "A true reward," Telavi says, by her wide eyes and pursed lips properly impressed; once she's nodded for the letter chain, "Bristia's amazing, isn't she? Would you like to... be like her when you grow up?" that last just a bit teasing. "She is something else, entirely." The scribe agrees, fondly. "I don't know, maybe I want to be just like you when I grow up Telavi." Teasing, she leans back a moment. "So what other than the Weyrlings has been keeping you up?" Because clearly even for all their fuss the little beasts can't possibly be the only thing wearing her down. That, of course, requires Telavi to fluff her hair-- which is really too long to properly fluff, but she can pretend with her looping braids. "I don't know that our world could survive that," she tells Edyis. As for the not-weyrlings? Telavi sighs. "I know I'm supposed to sleep whenever I get the chance, but it's hard when it's light outside," as it is for so long in High Reaches' summer, "and I want to get to do more fun things. Is it a crime to see my sweetheart? It is not." And does she need to speak of Savannah? Sweetheart gets a brow quirk, "Did I miss a whole lot while I was in Monaco or something?" Finger going to her ear, "I could have sworn you just said Sweetheart" Tela's brows tilt up, perplexed-- at first; then she all of a sudden smiles before her face becomes exceedingly grave. "You must get your ears checked, my dear. I said K'zin. I know they're both two syllables, but really, the emphasis is in a completely different pace." If she'd been drinking, Edyis would have choked. "K'zin, works metal, melancholy, really bad at basic people skills? K'zin is your sweetheart?" Not that she should judge, to each their own right? Still. "Does this mean he's less surly or more so? Are you sure you shouldn't have held out for someone better?" The words are mostly jest, but clearly Edyis is having an issue matching sunny Telavi with gloomy K'zin. Tela has to fight back her smile, now. "He's sweet. Yes, less surly-- he gets to fly more again now, too-- and I've become quite attached. So far, Belior hasn't even crashed into the lake!" "I suppose I will have to take your word on that. I never was able to get along with him." Through no fault of her own clearly, or at least that's the story she's sticking with. "If he treats you well then I'm happy for you, I may start to question your judgment in a few areas." She teases, "But I'm happy for you." "Your loss," Telavi says lightly. "I will ask, how many other people do you know who get to have someone bringing them amazing lunches on a regular basis, not just because he has to but just because he wants to? And," she pauses with a lift of her brows in lieu of what Edyis apparently doesn't need to know. "I will concede the point. Still, K'zin? You can keep him." A firm nod of accompaniment, "I admit the lunches though, that makes me considerably jealous." The rest Edyis doesn't want to know she's fairly sure. Pulling herself all the way up, Edyis brushes her considerably long hair over one shoulder and begins the task of getting it back into the braid, now that it's somewhat dry. "Still as good an excuse as any to go gather shopping next gather, if you're up for it?" If Edyis isn't the first person Tela's heard this from, and if it's getting old, one wouldn't know it by her quick smile with its dimples; as for shopping, "It is and I most certainly am. What are you looking for?" she asks as she stretches herself off her rock, arms going up over her head to counterweight the arch of her back. That elicits a grin from the young scribe, "Little bit of this and that, I'd like to find some nice fitting clothes, to look presentable on occasion. I also need to make another trip south soon, hopefully when some of the southern hold gathers are going on." The length is finally braided away, and tied off neatly. "Besides it will give you an excuse to escape the weyrlings, and you can tell K'zin your buying lingerie or something." "More lingerie?" Telavi marvels, wide-eyed. "You should have seen Fort's--" she waves her hands at least as descriptively as her word choice of, "--thing. Anyway! We'd best go before Iesaryth's eggs hatch, because I can't exactly buy sleep at a trader's stall. There's one coming up at Keroon in a few days, I think, and Great Bay overlapping with that even if it is their winter." By the way she talks, she might well keep a list. "I don't know what flies as a passable excuse for a girls night out between you two." She murmurs almost innocently. "Right, before they deprive you of sleep and sound mind. It seems like other Weyr's flights are spaced out more evenly, I guess that's what comes of Hraedhyth and Iesaryth being so close in age." Thoughtful perhaps on the many many torments Telavi would have to endure over the next months. "Do we have a plan then?" Telavi's blue-green gaze has settled that much more on the other girl, taking her all in. "Of course we do," she agrees. "Only... you'll remember, won't you, Edyis? Not everything has to be a con. Especially with the people we love." Or even them. But she doesn't seem to wish to linger, instead giving Edyis a fleeting smile and treading off towards the little land bridge that had been her destination all along. "What do you - " But Telavi is already leaving for the bridge before the flustered sentence can completely form. The color rising in her cheeks leaving the girl to sit on the beach, "No, there's no way." Firmly to herself. Edyis gather's her work and starts heading back into the caverns, to tend the rest of the day's work. |
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