Logs:A Proper Drink
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| RL Date: 10 July, 2013 |
| Who: Azaylia, Tayte |
| Type: Log |
| What: Azaylia catches up with her ex-wingmates, and then Tayte. They get to know each other. |
| Where: Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 16, Month 3, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
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| Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr The Snowasis is rarely quiet, and even then, the high-ceilinged former weyr is kept from echoing by the fantastical booths tucked into its convoluted perimeter. The secluded seating spaces have been shaped from the truncated stalagmites that escaped the smoothing of the main floor, and are both softened and separated by colorful hangings that are thick and opaque enough to make each corner its own private nook. Some of the smaller stalactites still roam the ceiling, their jagged teeth tracing a bumpy, inverted spine to the hearth. There, a thick rug with a low klah table and comfortable armchairs and couches sit, their upholstery and cushions changed sporadically to match the season: bright, light colors in the summer, fresh greens and yellows in the spring, warm autumnals in fall, and clear, rich hues for winter. Small tables litter the rest of the cavern, enough to fit up to four people each, while stools stand along the smooth wooden bar behind which is the passthrough window to the kitchen. Glass-paneled cabinetry behind the bar provides a clear view of the available liquors, the many colors reflecting the soft light of glows tucked into strategic niches around the cavern. With sunset comes the usual influx of riders, fresh from their duties or wandering in after dinner. The Glacier table is as rowdy as always, though Azaylia isn't adding to it as she quietly speaks with a bronzerider that's sitting next to her. She's smiling, certainly feeling the energy of her once-wing, and the fact that Taikrin hasn't yet arrived helps keep things from being overly awkward. Perhaps sensing the Wingleader's eventual arrival, the Acting Weyrwoman gives S'trun's shoulder a parting pat before standing and making her way to the bar. Her empty mug is pushed forward with the tips of her fingers, a silent an non obtrusive request for a refill-- whenever the 'tender can get to her is fine, really. "Evening, Weyrwoman," Tayte's smile is as much a warm greeting as her tone, from two empty seats down from where the goldrider paused to request a drink. "I heard a rumor, I think, that you used to fly with that wing?" She lifts her chin to indicate with a tilt back over their shoulders toward the table Azaylia came from. "I'm still getting all my wings straight. People always underestimate how much there is to learn about a new place." She swirls the cherries speared in her own red drink, leaving the little toothpic to lay against the side of the martini glass as she lifts it, "Have time to join me for a proper drink? We seem to keep only catching each other in passing." Surprised, but only for a moment. Azaylia's beginning to get used to the title and responds in kind, "Journeyman Tayte." Her smile is tired, but no less warm as she slides herself closer, a few fingers bringing her empty mug along with her. "Glacier. And, I flew with them for some time, yes. I like to keep in touch." Wistful, but only just as she glances over her shoulder at the table. Leaning forward, she cradles her jaw with a hand, "Still new? You've been here for a while." That much she's kept track of. "How are... uhm, things?" Whatever those may be, given that they've never had time to chat properly. "Six months," Tayte agrees to having been there a while, "But crafter priorities tend to be different in getting to know a place. Not that it's not important to know which wings are which and how many and what their purposes are, but it doesn't make the top of the list along with research facilities, where the bathing caverns and nursery are. Forgive me. I'm learning them now though. And everything else is going reasonably well. I hear there's to be some excitement of new additions to wings in the coming sevens." She glances over her shoulder to the wing, "What was it like to fly with them? That's not very usual for a goldrider, is it? To fly with a fighting wing?" Azaylia's mug is picked up and replaced with much of the same, a warm drink with whipped topping already beginning to melt. She smiles at the 'tender, pulling it closer before giving Tayte a soft nod of understanding, "That makes sense. I only learned about all the rider stuff after I Impressed. I was a Herder Apprentice, before." While her drink may still be too hot, the whipped topping isn't and she steals a bit off the top. "I'd like to say that Hraedhyth isn't a usual queen, but... I'm biased." Guiltily so, with a playful scrunch of her nose. "She's very... We're very active. It felt nice, to be treated like a normal rider. Even if it was pretend. And I know that if we were in the middle of a Fall, it would have never been allowed. Still... I do miss it." What a junior is able to get away with sometimes just isn't proper for a Weyrwoman, acting or not. "Herders are good people. My brother's apprenticed to herder now, actually. And maybe a second one, though I don't so much keep track of the youngest ones since we've never met." Tayte has a smile for all of that though, not sounding bothered by the lack of contact. "Were you posted here before you Impressed?" The crafter has more questions for Azaylia. None an interrogation, simply a casual interest in life at the Weyr. The kind of things that two people who don't know one another well might chat about over a pint. Tayte has answers, too, for questions Azaylia poses in turn. She's not the type to ramble off most of the details of her life, but through the conversation she shares almost in kind. And when the pint is done, there's a friendly farewell. To meet again sometime. |
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