Logs:Of New Arrivals
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| RL Date: 26 September, 2006 |
| Who: Aveline, Kasiese, Melata, Satiet, Shanlee |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Your location's current time: 15:34 on day 1, month 4, Turn 59, of the Tenth Pass. It is a spring afternoon. You stride into the tunnel to the living cavern. Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr(#1000RJs) The impressive living cavern is seemingly as large as the bowl that cradles the hatching sands. Rivers of polished wood tables and benches arrow towards a raised platform crowned with a compact version of their sturdy design. Neatly crafted pegs, some fancifully carved, are tapped into holes in the wall and support clothing dangling like lazy sleepers. Woven baskets, both useful and decorative, hang along another wall. Tiny bouquets of the first hardy flowers are crammed into jars and mugs, dotting the tables with their pastel colors and light fragrance. The faint, musty aroma of wet wool mingles with that of spice. Banners worked with the designs of Holds and Halls beholden to the weyr cascade down the walls high above, interspersed with several brilliantly colored tapestries. Small groups gather here and there in the cavern, relaxing over a snack of freshly baked goodies as they cheerfully gossip. Contents: Shanlee Melata Satiet Kasiese Jemah Large Ale Cask Tray of Bubblies(#6808V$) Firelizard Perch(#5030Jae$) Obvious exits: Kitchen Bowl Lower Caverns Melata narrows her eyes as she sees the new Weyrleader enter. She snorts and goes back to muttering something under sher breather as she abruptly puts down her mug and goes off to 'take care of her few things'. Out of the living cavern she sweeps. Melata wanders through the archway, into the lower caverns. Melata has left. Shanlee looks over at Kasiese "Think it was something we said?" she says and grins impishly. R'hin walks in from the bowl, whistling a tune that might be recognizable as a particularly bawdy sea shanty. The whistling, it appears, is deliberate, as he's currently being tailed by an older, grizzly rider, who's glowering, narrow-eyed, at the man, trying to get a word in and failing for the sound. Judging by the cut of pale eyes after the Wingleader, Melata's expression and reaction don't go unnoticed by the Weyrleader, but if anything, R'hin's grin widens and a low chuckle emanates. "Now if only I had that effect on everyone," a pointed look is given towards the rider accompanying him. Aveline strolls into the cavern from the lower caverns. Aveline has arrived. Shanlee turns and scrutinises the Weyrleader from top to bottom while his attention is elsewhere. So this was the new Weyrleader........he seems nice enough she thinks. Aveline stops a few steps into the living cavern to look around. Kasiese turns in her chair to regard Shanlee, and while her mouth flickers in some amusment to Satiet's pronounciation of her name, the young healer corrects, "Just Kasi. Call me Kasi, it'll make everyone's life far easier." Her mouth opened to respond further to Shanlee, the scraping of Satiet's chair gets her attention and she turns back, in time to watch the weyrwoman push her chair in. "Leaving, then? It was nice meeting you, ma'am." As for R'hin's entrance -- it would have gone entirely unnoticed by the young woman, were it not for Melata's final grumbles and glares before the wingleader sweeps off. As it is, now the healer is pursing her lips, regarding the latest cause of gossip while she picks at her pie. Recognition for the song touches Satiet's eyes with a familiarity that flies fleeting in her pale eyes, but once the whistle's origin is sussed out, the young weyrwoman also narrows her eyes, thins her lips, and looks about to wheel about back to her work, when Kasiese speaks. "A good afternoon to you both, Kasiese," the name more fluid now with no deliberate pause, "Shanlee. I've-," her voice lifts ever slightly in volume, in accordance with the rise of her lofty little chin, "Duties to attend to." Pivoting, the pie isn't forgotten as the weyrwoman exits into the lower caverns. Satiet meanders through the archway, into the lower caverns. Satiet has left. R'hin lingers by the food tables, selecting some of the left over pasta from lunch, and a mug of juice. The rider that's with him takes this as opportunity to give orders couched as friendly advice, to which the bronzerider has some appearance of listening for a few minutes. "H'risen," he says, abruptly, with barely a glance at the man. "I have to go over... there." He points vaguely in the direction of the table where Shanlee and Kasiese are seated, then turns and walks there with not a backwards glance. H'risen, much like Melata before him, gives a snort and turns to leave. Satiet's swift departure does not go unnoticed by R'hin, who grins as he slides into her empty seat. Shanlee settles back in her chair and focuses her attention on Kasiese "Well Kasi, it is then" she grins. Cradling her mug of klah in her hands she gently blows the steam off as she looks intently at Kasi. Shanlee inclines her head respectfully "Greetings Weyrleader R'hin, fine day sailing isn't it?" and she smiles knowingly at him. Aveline circles round the edge of the cavern, stopping occasionally, her head crooked upward as she eyes the various banners of the holds and halls. Shanlee has a private chuckle as the tune reminds her of her cousins Iain and Gaelin's antics at their family seahold. Kasiese's gaze follows Satiet -- until it's obscured by the bronzerider slipping into the weyrwoman's vacated seat and, ultimately, directly in the healer's line-of-sight. She swallows her bite with quiet resolve, pushing nearly half of the pie off towards her elbow, where it's likely to remain. "Afternoon, Weyrleader," she says politely, obviously intent on not making her first line of business insulting him as s"he did Satiet. "Are you sure you want everyone to run away when you walk in a room?" Pausing with forkful of pasta halfway to his mouth, R'hin stares at Shanlee blankly. Apparently the idea of people knowing his name sits ill with him, and with a sigh, he lowers his fork and pushes the bowl away. "I wouldn't know, I've never been sailing in my life." Pale eyes flick towards Kasiese, curve of lips bespeaking amusement at her query. "They always used to, why should that change now that Leiventh's proving he's a dragon's dragon?" A hand waves vaguely, voice raising as if to share such insights with anyone nearby, too. Shanlee lifts her eyebrows "I had no intention of offending you, personally I find that particular little ditty quite amusing". Shanlee takes a sip of klah and places the mug carefully back on the table "Not all of us sir.....some of us are relatively new here." Aveline's attention is distracted away from her perusal of the Tillek Hold banner at the repetition of a word. She glances about the hall, but her eyes fix on pot of klah in the distance, rather than on any one person. After one last look up at the banner, she heads over to the pot of klah. Kasiese scoots over towards the edge of her seat, as though in threat. "We could all oblige, sir. I've got nothing to do all day but sort needlethorn by size, I'm _positive_ I could find some time to make a large banner." She squints over his shoulder, surveying the entire room before pointing and saying resolutely, "There, on that wall behind the serving tables. I'll make a banner that says, 'Run if the Weyrleader comes,' and we'll see how it does. I'll paint it in redwort." "You didn't offend me," R'hin corrects Shanlee adroitly, "You'd have to try a lot harder to do that. I mean, haven't you heard what they're saying about me," hand waves vaguely in H'rien, and Melata's wakes. "C'mon, share the gossip, tell me what they were talking about before I got here. Young, was it? Upstart was undoubtedly in there. Probably something to do with a wherry, but I'm not sure I want to hear -that- particular tidbit." He seems oddly full of good humor for all his dry tone. Kasiese is eyed with particular twitch of brows. "If you're going to go to that effort, how about something like 'End of days', or 'We're all going to die even though there's no Thread in our lifetime.'" It's a little hard to tell if these suggestions are offered facetiously or not. Shanlee mouth drops in astonishment! What on earth was Kasi thinking to insult the Weyrleader like that. Looking directly at R'hin she says "I for one prefer not to have idle gossip and chit-chat determine a person's character but rather allow the individual to do that for himself!" Aveline finishes pouring herself a mug of klah, turning about just in time to see a young woman pointing at a wall just off to the left of her. She doesn't appear to have heard what the woman said, but, her attention fixed, she watches the young woman and the small group of people with her as she blows on the steam rising from her mug. "Actually," Kasiese responds after a moment of surprise, in which her brows hike upwards and hide near her hairline, beneath her bangs, "You weren't part of the conversation. They all just left when you came." As for that look he gives her, Kasi's face becomes something of a frown as she adds, "And not everyone's trying to insult you, sir. Plenty of us don't know enough about you to make a proper insult in the first place. Not that if we knew more, we'd insult you, just that..." The apprentice reaches back for her pie now, obviously just digging herself deeper. What better way to keep your mouth occupied than to eat? Shanlee leans forward "Look, I'm probably WAY out of line here but you need people to believe in you the way they did in S'rist..........so give them something to believe in!" "Ah," R'hin breathes, "An idealist, is it?" The look he gives Shanlee is one of renewed interest, the scrutiny rather intent for a moment. "Where did you say you were from?" he prompts, even though she never offered that particular tidbit of information. The Weyrleader reaches for his mug, leaning back in his chair, not taking a sip just yet. Kasiese's response earns a twitch of brows, and a low throated chuckle. "I can give you a hand, if you like. Or, you could go and speak to Melata, I'm sure she's plenty of insults to deliver. Anyone would think I drowned puppies for a living." "He /does/!" comes a loud whisper, that is immediately hushed by a flock of kitchenmaids and busboys. "But he does," comes a lower insistence. Shanlee says "I didn't!" she takes a slow sip of her klah before she continues "However, if must know......I hail from a small cothold between here and Crom Hold. An idealist maybe but I've had enough people judge me before they've known the whole truth of me to have learned to afford others the same respect!" Shanlee sighs inwardly. What on Pern did she think she was doing offering the Weryleader advice. So much for the residency application then! Kasiese's glance darts around for the source of puppy drowning confirmation, though it's a moment too late and the culprit is gone. "I'd rather not," she says. "They're just scared of change. They might as well choke it down either way -- it's not like they get any say in anything. And honestly, I doubt you're as bad as they make out." With a quiet contemplation of her pie, Kasi pushes her chair out. "Excuse me..." she says, gesturing towards the pot of klah over the fire, "Drink." Shanlee grins wickedly "Oops, there goes another" R'hin, delighted, exhorts, "See!" he straightens, turning and craning neck to try and find the source of that whispered agreement, eyes settling for a moment on Aveline. "Even the kitchenstaff know it! And they should know, I spend a good deal of my time in there." The pleased grin that follows fades after a moment as he turns back towards those at the table. "A small cothold. That explains the idealism." Head turns to follow Kasiese's departure with the wry addition, "Don't be so quick to judge." Aveline drifts closer to the young woman's table, perhaps trying to better make out the conversation taking place at it. She catches the last of the younger girl's comment, and, being close enough now, asks, "There goes another what?" Shanlee leans back and lacing her hands behind her neck looks up at the girl and grins "I'm sure R'hin can fill you in" Shanlee filled with contrition looks at R'hin "Oh come on now, I'm only pulling your leg" she smiles "At least," R'hin responds to Shanlee's contrition, "Give me your name, so I can add you to my list." It's difficult to tell if he's being serious, but there's the faintest twitches of lips. Aveline is eyed once more, and he pushes his untouched bowl of pasta towards her, "Sit. Eat." it's more a request than a command, but it'd be easy to mistake otherwise. Aveline looks over at the young man seated near Shanlee, asking, "You're R'hin?" She repeats the name under her breath as if she can't quite place it, but she does take the offered seat. She places her mug on the table, but doesn't reach for the bowl as, finally, her eyes widen slightly and she adds, "The new weyrleader." Shanlee eyes him "And which list would that be? The one for good girls or bad girls?" "In the flesh," R'hin confirms, spreading hands wide as Aveline looks him over. He seems, if anything, patently amused by the scrutiny and the realization that follows. "That," he directs to Shanlee, "Would be giving away my secrets. And you haven't answered," he reminds. Shanlee picks up her mug only to realise it's now empty "And some secrects are worth keeping" she says quietly, her eyes grow cloudy, looking up at R'hin she lifts her chin and states "If it means that much to you, It's Shanlee" Kasiese returns nursing a steaming mug of klah, her hands wrapped tightly around it to soak the warmth up in more ways than once. Spilling in to the chair she vacated seconds before, she looks between the trio that now are sitting with her, silent as she tries to catch up on what could have happened in the few moments it took her to get a drink. Shanlee says "See, some will return to your illustrious company of their own free will" and grins over at Kasiese. The quiet comment and the look that follows doesn't go unnoticed by R'hin, whose head tips briefly as he studies Shanlee. His comment, oddly for him, stays on innocuous ground. "You had me at a disadvantage, knowing my name, and my not knowing yours, Shanlee of middle-of-nowhere. Something, I imagine, I'll have to get used to." Kasiese's return and Shanlee's subsequent comment has him craning his neck around. "Other empty seats still. Shocking." Aveline reclaims her mug from the table, taking a small sip from it as Kasiese returns. She appears a bit lost as to the meat of the conversation, and, consequently, quite willing to remain silent. Shanlee grins impishly "You are aware of the new rumour is bound to be well on it's way by now?" Aveline, finally hearing something more solid, looks over at Shanlee as she asks, quite seriously, "What new rumour?" R'hin takes a gulp from his mug, pale eyes straying over the comings and goings in the caverns before eyes flicker back to Shanlee. "Which rumor is that? That I'm intending to run off with the Weyrwoman to a desert island?" Eyes lift to the cavern's roof, mock-wistfully. "That, I wouldn't mind, though I'd think R'sel'll have a thing or two to say about it." "If you find it amusing or act like you do, they're just going to keep doing it," Kasi mutters to R'hin, or to her pie, for all the eye contact she'll offer. "You're only egging them on, and then you wonder why they have things to say." Shanlee laughs with a low chuckle "Oh no......the one that has you spending your afternoons with girls of questionable age!" Shanlee looks at Aveline with mock sincerity "You are aware that our very presence here in the company of a ne'er do well such as Weyrleader R'hin could seriously affect our social standing in the weyr right?" A brief snort bespeaks R'hin's reaction to Kasiese's muttered comment. "They'll have things to say regardless of what I do. Do I look particularly bothered by whatever gossip of the day is?" The bronzerider's dismissive, hand waving vaguely, before eyes settle on Shanlee, serious, "She was seventeen! She swore she was!" Only the faint curl of lips suggests amusement, before hearty agreement is given, "Oh, you're all in trouble. Of course, you could claim I demanded you all sit with me. It's far less worse than drowning puppies, so they're sure to believe it." Shanlee laughs delightedly "Oh Kasi, you're a HOOT!" turning her gaze back on R'hin she grins "Ah, the allure of a dragonman was just too much for a young thing of seventeen turns to resist was it?" Aveline's lips quirk up slightly as she eyes Shanlee as if the older girl had claimed runners could fly, "Our social standing? Right." Her expression stays much the same as she glances over to R'hin. Shanlee swivels to face Aveline "What??? You mean we have none??? Someone could have let me in on that tidbit! And here I was thinking I might be important and all" she grinned. Shanlee lifted her mug again and peered into it's depths as if by some miracle it had suddenly refilled. "What's a girl to do around here to get a refill?" "I'll have you know Leiventh had nothing to do with it." R'hin protests with an air of affront. "Kasi, was it?" he glances questioningly at Kasiese, before eyes stray to Aveline, with a curious purse of lips, "And you were?" Kasiese seems to gape at Shanlee for a moment, her eyes rolling skywards. "Great, the one time I'm not trying to be amusing," she says, shaking her head. "Kasiese," she adds for R'hin's benefit. And now, hot or not, the apprentice gulps down the rest of her klah and scoots her chair out, offering by explanation, "I've got needlethorn to sort, still. Delayed it long enough." And in passing, with her own empty mug in hand, Kasiese adds for Shanlee's benefit, "Fill it herself, since the klah pot is only a few steps away." Barb complete, Kasi drops her mug into the pile of dirty and disappear, presumably off to work. Aveline answers R'hin with, "I'm Aveline." After a moments pause, she adds uncertainly, "..sir." She nods after Kasi's retreating back, appearing to agree with her comment about the klah as she asks Shanlee, "You can walk, right?" Kasiese wanders through the archway, into the lower caverns. Kasiese has left. Shanlee rolls her eyes "See R'hin, you're not the only one that gets taken the wrong way! You either love me or hate, your choice - I don't care either way" and she gets up to refill her mug "Anyone else want?" The departure is eyed with some bemusement on R'hin's part, coughing briefly into his mug to conceal his reaction. "Aveline," he latches onto that solid excuse, "And where do you hail from?" A shift of shoulders answers Shanlee's comment, "What happened to the idealist? Gone so quickly, Shanlee?" The sandy-haired man shakes his head, a brief tilt of his mug indicating his needs no refill. Shanlee looks over her shoulder at him "Nope, the idealist is still here but I've learnt you can only please some of the people, some of the time!" she refills her mug and returns to her seat "Why primp and preen and pretend to be what I'm not - that's the same as lying....to yourself and everyone else!" Aveline's eyes skip down to her still mostly full mug before she says, "No need." A pause. "But thanks for the offer." At R'hin's question, she answers succinctly, "Nerat, sir." Shanlee pushes her chair out slightly and stretches her legs and settles back to sip at her klah and hopefully find out more about Aveline. "Ah, so not so much an idealist as a realist." R'hin seems to approve, judging by the way pale eyes follow Shanlee's progress back to the table. "Mm. Nerat? M'wen and I visited there briefly on one of our trips. Hasn't got much going for it, does it?" the casual disregard of Aveline's home seems almost deliberate. Shanlee shrugs "Realist would probably be more accurate!" Shanlee's interest flickers at the mention of M'wens name. Shanlee looks over at the young girl and asks "What industry are your family involved in?" M'wen, she thinks well now that would explain a bit of this morning's altercation. Aveline snorts, her lips quirking up into a full smile as she says, "I'd say warmth is something, sir, but then people do have different tastes, don't they?" She turns her head towards Shanlee as she adds, "My father runs a trading vessel. My mother, she helps out with the books mostly, in between raising my younger sisters. Well, and me." Shanlee nods "And how did you come to be here?" She looks intently at R'hin while she awaits Aveline's answer. R'hin takes note of Shanlee's interest in M'wen's name, and inquires, "Ah, you know M'wen, I take it?" Aveline's retort earns a glimmering of interest and a pleased clap of hands. "Oh, ho," he chortles, "Very true, Aveline of Nerat - warmth is -something-. But then, it's something everywhere south of High Reaches can claim, by comparison." Shanlee shakes her head "I haven't been formally introduced, but I know who he is" she says guardedly and decides to leave it at that. Not knowing the complete reason behind the scene she inadvertantly stumbled into this morning she wasn't about to say more. The Weyrleader had enought to contend with right now. "Hhhmmm, but there is something to be said for the colder climates.......banked fireplaces in the evenings, hot klah, warm furs etc" Avelineanswers Shanlee unexpansively, "By ship, then by runner." She adds, in response to R'hin, "I won't argue that. Nerat also has the sea, which, I'm sure you're aware, most every place along the coastline does as well. But Nerat is also my home which always adds.. a certain something." She shrugs at that, taking a long withheld sip of her klah. A quirk of brows bespeaks R'hin's sudden interest, "Ah. I sense a story to be told. Do share, Shanlee." Pale eyes wait expectantly, though he grins at Aveline's response. "All too true. Home does add something to a place. So, warmth and fish. That's about what I found, myself." Aveline shakes her head in amusement at the 'warmth and fish' comment, but says, looking between Shanlee and R'hin, "Is M'wen a rider here?" Shanlee smiles and looks at the young girl "Well, I guess that's how you got here, but what I'm interested in is WHY you came to be here at High Reach Weyr." Shanlee gives R'hin a long appraising look "I'm not a slave to idle gossip.....besides which I only came in halfway through something that was quite clearly none of my business". She looks around the room as if to direct R'hin's attention elsewhere. "He is," R'hin confirms Aveline's guess, eyes still on Shanlee, "Ah, but you know I'm unlikely to hear about it from anyone else-- help me out," he leans forward, "It's not gossip if you tell me what -you- saw." Shanlee's eyes grow a troubled green. She looks up at him and smiles faintly "I've -seen- many things today......I could tell you about the painted wagon in the bowl if you like?" she grins annoyingly at him. "Or perhaps, you'd like to hear about how I -saw- several people leave this table for what seemed to be no reason at all" Aveline's eyebrows pinch together before she says, "What made it so clearly none of your business?" With a glance about the cavern, she adds, "This isn't exactly a private place, or did you stumble in on him in a more.. private setting?" R'hin's eyes narrow slightly, though his tone is genial enough as he remarks, "You know that's not what I'm asking. I need to know what's going on with my riders." Aveline's comment earns a surprised look, before he turns attention back to Shanlee, expectant. Shanlee chuckles "No, dear heart nothing like that....I stay well away from private rooms" Shanlee's eyes beg him to stop. "Please R'hin, I can't.........it's nothing to worry about it, it was a simple heated exchange of words between two people!" She looks at him pleadingly, the self-assured girl gone "I CANNOT do anything to jeopardise my residency application, and re-heating old wherry stew would be the fastest way to do it!' Shanlee realises she's reached out and laid her hand over R'hin's. She snatches it back and places it firmly in her lap. "And I could help or hinder that application," R'hin offers easily, "If it was a simple heated exchange, then it can't hurt to tell me about it. I don't have to -do- anything, but I should at least know about it, don't you think?" If anything, he seems amused by the touch of the girl's hand and the speed at which she snatches it back. Aveline sips quitely at her klah as she avidly watches the exchange between Shanlee and R'hin. Shanlee jerks her head up. Was that a veiled threat? She makes a decision "Now, is neither the time nor place" and she looks around her with worry in her eyes. She knew she was going to have to tell him but she couldn't take the risk of the conversation being overheard, distorted and relayed back to M'wen and Bayan whom she'd never really met. Shanlee glances at Aveline. Shards, she hoped she knew better than to play gossip biddy. R'hin studies Shanlee for a beat longer. "As you like," he finally says, finishing off the last of his juice. "Well, I'll leave you two ladies to chat." With a tip of head to the pair, he rises and strides off across the caverns. You stroll outside to the bowl. |
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