Logs:Some Turnday
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| RL Date: 17 August, 2012 |
| Who: Azaylia, Brieli |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: It's Brieli's turnday, the morning after Ysavaeth loses her clutch. Eesh. |
| Where: Brieli and Iesaryth's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 15, Month 7, Turn 29 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Iolene/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, N'rov/Mentions |
| Brieli and Iesaryth's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr This hollowed out bubble cavern is large enough to fit at least three large dragons, the immensity dwarfing what little furniture is visible. A small portion of the room contains a personal bath, enclosed by a carefully carved out strip of rock wall. Faint tendrils of stream waft from the corner, permeating the immediate area with a merging of warmth and cooler temperatures. In the outermost room, a large stone table is centered in the entranceway, five chairs of wicked wood surrounding it, atop it a bowl of seasonal fruit. Nearby is an old elevator-pulley trap door to the kitchens - rusted, but coming back to life. The further corner forms the ledge entrance; nearer the baths is a grouping of stands and ceiling hooks that hold a collection of lush, green plants and hanging brightly coloured glass beads. Just next to the greenery is a large glassed-in bookshelf built into the well - only holding a few books and keepsakes - as well as two large, cozy-looking armchairs. Behind a curtain made of more brightly coloured glass beads is a smaller, blue-wash walled room, one that is mostly filled by the big bed, made up in shades of blue to match, and lots of pillows. On the wall over it is a large, beautifully made quilt, its deep blue oceanic tones broken only by the gold of sunbeams in rounded patterns, circling sunbursts in shades of blue. At the foot of the bed is a ornately carved chest that matches the sweet redwood wardrobe that stands along the far wall. A short tunnel from this room leads into another that is a little larger, and contains an ornate desk and set of shelves that are both almost too neat to be believed - a cozy, private study nonetheless. The weather is a painful contrast to the mood that has befallen High Reaches Weyr. A beautiful day that would otherwise be welcome and celebrated, if not for Ysavaeth's loss. The dragons had known instantly... Hraedhyth had known. Hopefully the Weyrlingmasters understand why Azaylia doesn't attend lessons today. It isn't as if she's gone missing, uniformed body easy to spot against the dark, curled body of her dragon, surprisingly on their own ledge. It's only now, after the distressed queen has fallen asleep, that she dares to leave her side to go as far as Brieli's weyr. There's a package under her arm, Azaylia looking as if she's not slept since that draconic cry the night before. It's only when she's taken too many steps inside that she realizes what an invasion of privacy this could be, "Brieli?" Sounding hoarse, but hopefully loud enough to be heard. Over the day, Iesaryth has risen to the occasion, her steadfast and calm nature naturally suited to such situations; she's like a rock, mentally and emotionally, the soft rhythm of the waves and sense of constancy there for the Weyr's dragons - perhaps more so for her sister, who seems so hurt by the loss. Undoubtedly, she is there for Ysavaeth as well. Brieli has been out and about most certainly - if Iolene can't be, who else would take the mood of the weyrfolk and listen to the gossip? - but now, she's at home again. She's curled up in one of the armchairs in a white dress paired with a short leather jacket, sleeves pushed up, boots abandoned on the floor. It looks like she might be trying to read - but with her dragon's mental heavy lifting, it might be a tough go. It's likely Iesaryth's soothing waves that have finally lulled Hraedhyth into sleep, giving Azaylia a chance to slip away. At the sight of Brieli, she takes a step forward only to falter and stand right where she is. Her other arm lifts, grasping the package tightly, for strength. Judging by the dark discoloration under reddened eyes, the past several hours have not been kind to the weyrling. Still, she manages a smile and once again approaches her friend, "Brieli. Hi. Is this... a good time?" She tries, still a foot or so away. Blinking up from the book, as if quite hadn't heard the first time, "Oh! Oh, Azaylia, I'm so sorry. Did I... Have you been here long?" Brieli shuts the book, seeming rather embarrassed, straightening in her chair suddenly. Her attention focuses on the other goldrider, then more concernedly, "Are you all right? I know Hraedhyth..." She trails off, not entirely comfortable - perhaps with the situation, or the role Iesaryth happens to be playing - something. Quickly, "Sit down, you look exhausted." Azaylia shakes her head, "No, not long. I should have knocked or spoken louder or... something." She murmurs, crossing the remaining distance and sitting in one of the chairs closest to Brieli. A soft incline of her head, "She's sleeping now. I don't know what I would have done without Iesaryth, helping." Credit where it's due. Setting the light blue bundle in her lap, her answer is dismissive and then oh so concerned, "I'm alright. How're you? I mean, you seem..." A soft sigh. "Well we all seem off." Understandably so, given the circumstances. "No, I'm just... not all there today. Because - well, as you said, Iesaryth. It's different, when she does this; like it takes up part of my brain as well. I don't know why." Brieli shakes her head a little, smile rueful, setting the book aside on the floor. "And I'll have to pass that on, when she's not as distracted." Eyeing Azaylia skeptically, she doesn't seem to believe 'alright', but she just nods once, giving a shrug. "Like I said, it's mostly her. But it is... sobering. I'm... sorry you're both taking it so hard." Azaylia is interested, more than just polite when she listens to the other goldrider's explanation. "I didn't know she had been looking forward to the clutch. And just when she had stopped worrying about being replaced..." She brushes at the air, meant to represent what's happened to make their day so difficult. Simply talking seems to take so much effort, energy she doesn't have after so little sleep. "It is. It... H-has this ever happened before?" Her voice is small, a glipse of the hopeless confusion she feels. With a delicate sigh, she straightens in her seat to awkwardly mumble, "Some turnday, huh?" Arching fine brows, "Replaced? Still?" Brieli doesn't linger on that though, noting with a grimace, "It's hard to tell sometimes, isn't it? I suppose being that close to Cadejoth too..." She shakes her head a little, pursing her lips. "I can't imagine, for Iolene." She's looking down into her hands when she says that, looking up to answer with another of her shrugs, "Maybe? I would guess it has - I don't know if I read anything about it or not, did you? I feel like... we should have known." There's a little laugh for Azaylia's last; with a wry smile, "I've had worse. Thank you for remembering." "She's still a baby." Azaylia excuses what little insecurities her dragon has in her usual manner. "I do think it has something to do with Cadejoth, yes." The mention of Iolene has her face falling even more, a tense moment passing where the weyrling desperately tries to remain composed. Or perhaps, she has no tears left. "I couldn't imagine. First the baby and now..." A slow shake of her head, "I didn't see anything like this in the records." None of that talk will help her in trying to salvage the day, so she lets her words taper off. "What kind of friend would I be if I forgot?" The soft blue package is offered with both hands, leaning her body forward just so Brieli won't have to strain. It's soft and gives way to gripping hands, a large square wrapped in blue cloth from the stores. Reassuringly, "I was just surprised she still worried about that." Brieli doesn't seem to think it's too much of an issue, though she does start to look concerned as Azaylia fights for composure. Something about her friend's near-tears has her looking awkward again, shifting in her chair as she notes softly, "That might be why she's not letting anyone near Ysavaeth, I suppose. I'm sorry. We can talk about this later." When it's not so fresh. Running fingers through her hair, she leans forward to take the package, telling the other girl as she opens it, "You'd be a friend under a lot of stress. But I appreciate it." Within the package is a... jumble of yarn? Black, red, blue, white, it won't be until Brieli attempts to pluck one up that her gift might take shape. They're not unlike the hat she once wore constantly, all the same style and tightly knit. The various hues are ones reoccurring within the stylish goldrider's wardrobe. Beneath it all is a pin, not unlike the glass badge Azaylia so covets, High Reaches peaks in dark blue and black. "It's... You're a hard girl to shop for." Beyond the weyrwarming gift she happened upon by chance. "So, I hope it's not... I just wanted you to feel like you and Iesaryth belonged, too. And..." She gives up, shoulders slumping as her lips curl up into a shy smile. "Happy Turnday." It takes Brieli a moment to sort everything out, but once she does, she's a pleased smile turning up her lips as she goes through the hats, trying out the pin on one - though she's an odd twist to her smile for that. "Azaylia, it's all perfect. I suppose now I'll just need a proper coat. And... I know I don't ask for much, or seem to want much. I like clothes; I don't like things." And she doesn't really talk about herself either. Even so, she seems sincerely happy for the gift, setting it aside to get up and give the other goldrider a hug - one that might be as much for Azaylia as it is to thank her. "Thank you so much." "I don't think I can knit a coat." Azaylia pipes up, lips twisting into a larger smile, or at least try to. There's some difficulty, as if the muscles have forgotten how. "The pin, well..." She's explained that part, perhaps guilty at borrowing the idea from a certain someone. Straightening up, the hug is more than welcome. Her sturdy arms manage not to squeeze the life out of Brieli despite the trace of desperation that has her clinging to her friend. "You're welcome. Really. I wish I could do more." The other weyrling is released before long so she can reach up to brush at her eyes. "Ha. You've done enough if you made them for me. That's terribly kind of you." As for the pin, Brieli will ignore where Azaylia might have gotten the idea from - it's more the thought that counts than anything. She'll uncharacteristically allow a bit of clinging for a short time before giving a squeeze as her friend releases her. Going back to her seat, dropping down into it, "I'll be set for the winter, and people will know where I'm from... If they don't already." There's a wry smile for that, before, "Are you sure you'll be all right? She'll get over it, but you look... Do you just need some sleep?" Azaylia gives Brieli's arm a light pat when they part, looking better from just a simple embrace. "Me?" It's not the worry that startles her, but the idea that she really looks so terrible. "I'll be fine, I promise. I've just been up since... Yes." She nods, "I just need some sleep. I'm sure Hraedhyth will be better when she wakes up." And then, hopefully, dragon memories will make the following days more bearable. With a slow inhale, she smooths her hands over her lap, head turning towards the ledge. "I haven't seen Vhaeryth today." She should know, awake since the wee hours. "Do you two have anything planned for today?" Trying not to look too skeptical about Hraedhyth, Brieli nods to Azaylia - despite not looking entirely convinced about her level of fineness. "Sleep will help you both," she agrees, optimistically - and isn't that a surprise, for once. Picking out the black hat to try it on idly, she follows the other weyrling's gaze, as if speaking of the bronze may summon him out of thin air. "Mmm, no. Not that I'm aware of, though it's been a little while and we've things to discuss, so I wouldn't be surprised if they turned up." Wrinkling her nose, "It'll be nice when we can go. Easier." Even if they might not be able to today. Azaylia may pick up on that skepticism, "It's just very sad. I feel bad for Iolene, for K'del, their dragons... But things are okay. They will be." She sounds to be reassuring herself just as much as Brieli. "I just need sleep." Her eyes leave the bronze-less ledge, legs curling up under her rump as she relies on the chair to support her tired body. "Soon." Not unlike what she's told her gold, the impatience for Between a very common emotion these days. "Even though now I'm worried about visiting Fort." Now that it's become a very real possibility rather than months and months away. "N'rov doesn't get the warmest of welcomes." Shifting in her seat, folding her legs up from one side to the other, Brieli agrees, "They will be. It might take some time, that's all." Looking over at how Azaylia's curling up, humor lights dark eyes and tone as she notes, "Just don't fall asleep in here - I'm not carrying you over." As for Fort, the less-bothered of the pair waves off the concern, wrinkling her nose. "Don't be. As long as we maintain a relatively low profile, it should be fine." And since when have either Hraedhyth or Brieli managed that of late? A touch dismissively, "Oh, you know who's responsible for that." Given the circumstances, it's just offered up - no bite to it. "We'll just try to stay out of the way." Twisted, tucked in, bent at the side so her head can rest against her propped up palm, Azaylia does look close to dozing off in the chair. "M'not." She murmurs, one eye managing to stay open as she looks towards Briei. "...right." This actually has her head lifting, "Did you forget who my dragon is?" A light tease, and once it's done her head drops back down to her hand. "Just have to... make sure that we don't do anything bad." Like borrow a Hold from them. "Hraedhyth?" She simultaneously defends the Weyrleader, while sharing the blame. "It's gotten better." Hasn't it? Though she gives an uncoordinated nod at the mention of staying out of the way. Good plan. With a put-upon sigh, "I'm taking you over there myself. Come on." Brieli pushes out of her chair and steps into her boots, tone turned brisk as she gently starts to pull Azaylia from her seat. Lightly, "We'll think of something to distract her. Isyath likes to fly; maybe they can do that." As long as Hraedhyth doesn't get... competitive. Wry now, "Apparently, I'm already doing something bad. We can do our best and hope no one else makes anything worse. And it's not her." Thankfully, she doesn't bother filling in the blanks. "Maybe you should get a blanket, curl up on the ledge?" Azaylia gives a rebellious sound in her throat, trying to burrow into the inexplicably comfortable chair. "Mmmn." She attempts to avoid Brieli's hand only once, then she's coaxed to her feet. "Flying's okay." Heard so many times in her own head, there's little stopping her from repeating the words through a yawn. "I'll think of something." Too much to think about right now, the sleepy weyrling will allow herself to be led out of the weyr. "Good idea. You have the best ideas, Bri." Which means that before long, Azaylia can be found curled up beneath a blanket, tucked in between Hraedhyth's jaw and front paw. "You always do." Because she has to. But that's the way of things; no doubt Brieli needs to keep Iesaryth busy mentally to stop her from Betweening for the hell of it, just because she thinks she can, with or without Isath. And amazingly enough, she doesn't do much more than look smug at being crowned queen of the best ideas - she just quietly gets Azaylia a blanket and tucks it around her, before giving the pair an apologetic look before she goes. 'Sorry,' she mouths over her shoulder, and tiptoes down the stairs. |
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