Logs:Fun and Freedom

{{Log |type=Log |who = Elgin, Iolene, Lujayn | where = Living Caverns, High Reaches | what = Some early morning introspection. Catching up after the gather and trying not to spill klah over duty rosters, among more personal topics. | when = Day 20, month 5, turn 26 | gamedate = 2011.08.02 | quote = Some time ago her response would have been different. | weather = | categories = islanders | mentions = | icons = | log =

Outside a gloomy sky hangs over high reaches, but with no rain falling people are bustling in and out of the caverns. It is breakfast time and people who were working outside of the caverns through the night have started to trek inside, while the caverns are starting to wake. This makes for a tremendous amount of traffic in the living caverns. Elgin has managed to find one quiet corner in the caverns. A forgotten table tucked away in the back of the room. He is lesuringly waking up this morning, mug of klah sipped, empty breakfast plate before him.

Lujayn is at home in the bustle, rubbing elbows and exchanging chatter while making her way through the crowd without a hitch. Better to go with the tide than fight against it. Either it's her mission to get to know new faces or that she tires quickly of idle talk; she sidles her way to what seems like the only quiet table of the lot. "Morning Elgin," The goldrider has a stack of papers under one arm and a mug clasped in her opposite hand, both of which find ample room on the table as she greets the candidate. "Did you enjoy the rest of the gather?" Word has no doubt spread about the alleged theft - that doesn't seem to be what she's needling at just yet. "I heard some people were still stirring up nonsense."

It takes a second for Elgin to realize who is before him in his waking stupor, he shoots into an upright position and salutes the goldrider, "Morning Goldrider Lujayn." Is offered before he takes a moment to consider the rest of the conversation, "Yes, well, I think in every situation if something happens human nature is to blame those whom we don't understand." He assumes she's talking about the searching of the candidates and islanders' belongings for a necklace. "Then in all groups of people there are both good and bad, so it is possible." The corners of his mouth tug downward as he studies the woman. "Did you enjoy the rest of the gather?"

"True. Break up one disagreement and folks will find something else. Have I misunderstood you?" She teases, wiping sleep from gray eyes. "But really, I did enjoy myself after a time. It felt like I was doing more to keep people from hedging at each other than actually relaxing. Duties first, after all." She looks down to the papers, shuffling through them briefly. "Speaking of which, I have a few rosters here to distribute. Seems a few people are stuck on cleaning the latrines." It's not really a table topic, but the rider continues unabashed. "No one's getting up to any real trouble, I hope. Other than the holders, I - that is, we - you're comfortable?" Is it early for twenty questions? Nah.

Two months is a long time to go underground for; to be under the proverbial radar and to go relatively unnoticed except in a conspicuous absence. Particularly for Iolene. But grief and mourning can do that to a person, cause them to disappear without warning. However she's managed to slip just beneath notice of those who know her best, the exiles, something's changed in her two-month morose demeanor as the thin blonde ducks in from the bowl with the glitter of the early morning's mist clinging to her hair. There's an at-peace smile on her face for one and a sudden levity to her stance. Perhaps it's too early in the morning for other exiles to inhabit the living caverns, making it all the more easier to pick out a familiar face in the crowd, and it's to Elgin that Io gravitates, with long, lithe strides, unhesitating in making a fervent, joy-filled declaration, punctuated by a girlish twirl with arms flung to the ceiling, "Did you see? Did you see? I saw the /ocean/ at the Gather," but it's only after she's spoken and spun, interrupting whatever conversation that's going on, that the presence of Lujayn pings in her periphery and a sudden apologetic look flies wide those dark blue eyes, comically shifting her features into a silent 'meep' look to both.

The look that crosses Elgin's face, the drawing the brows but the knowing grin, state that he knows what it is like to spend most of the day trying to put out fires than enjoying a party, "Sounds like me at the Turnday celebration here." It was a while ago but Elgin is sympathetic to the goldriders plite. "Am I getting one, latrine duty that is?" Elgin comments at the rosters, he looks confused but his tone holds no protest. His frown deepens and his brows furrow deeper, "Comfortable? What do you mean..." But his thoughts are ended abruptly as Iolene waltzes in. The boy is moved to complete silence as he studies the girl when she approaches. He seems hesitant to speak to her, lest he extinguish the girls mood. Have a moment he smiles slightly, "Yah, I saw the ocean. It was nice." His smile grows, "Goldrider Lujayn this is Iolene." He says in way of introduction, and waving at an empty seat for the islander. "Care to join? We were just speaking about latrine duty." There is a teasing grin.

"Looks like rest day for you, unless you want to go asking for work. And I meant," Lujayn shakes her head absently. "I was wondering if it's getting any easier, being here." Then: a girl who apparently loves the ocean. There's no offense in Lujayn's expression, an indulgent smile and the quirk of a brow all that's needed to sum up her reaction to Iolene's enthusiastic greeting. "It's a beautiful place, the hold." Indicating an empty seat, she sweeps a few errant papers into a neater pile to make room for the islander. "Did they take you to the shore? I'm afraid our lake doesn't really compare to the ocean if that's what you're used to. You're going to have