Logs:Before Their Time
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| RL Date: 2 July, 2013 |
| Who: Aishani, Alida |
| Type: Log |
| What: Aishani asks Alida about what the weyrlings found down South, and what the goldrider is doing with her time. |
| Where: Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 20, Month 2, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: The snowfall is light and intermittent throughout the day until it tapers off completely into a frigid night. The ground is damp, though very little sticks. |
| Mentions: Iolene/Mentions, D'kan/Mentions, Jo/Mentions, N'rov/Mentions, K'del/Mentions |
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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.
For once, it's a somewhat earlier end of the day's 'work' for Alida, the woman given a bit of grace for extra hours put in by her as overtime earlier that sevenday. To celebrate in her usual fashion, the weyrling is striding into the bar, bobbing her head in mute greeting at a few Glacier riders, and soon ordering a simple mix of klah and irish cream to warm up her slightly damp self. It's only after two very tall riders abandon the bar-proper for a booth that the palest-blonde notices Aishani nearby, green eyes quietly studying the former Acting Weyrwoman for some moments before greeting the goldie with a level alto, "Aishani." Seems like a good choice of words, given the crazy situation the Weyr's in. The goldrider seems to be paying attention to what's going on around her, glancing toward the entryway now and again as she sits; when the blonde weyrling enters, Aishani tracks her to the bar, seeming faintly interested in where she'll end up. As it's nearby, she waits for Alida's greeting before returning it; she seems to expect the bluerider will notice her sooner than later. "Alida," she returns, before lifting her chin toward the other woman's mug. "I'll buy you that drink if you have some time to chat." With a brief smile, "I'm curious about your trip South." A measuring look slides in place over the neutral expression Alida formerly wore, the weyrling appearing to think that simple offer over for a few moments before she internally shrugs, then nods to the darker woman. The guard steps over towards the stool beside the goldrider, then settles her ass down upon it lightly, murmuring just barely above the constant background din, "I'm assumin' yer not interested in tales uv heat 'n storm." Cue a wry little smirk-smile. The assessing look doesn't seem to bother Aishani. It's one she wears often enough, though not at the moment. Right now she's just curious. Even though there's no explanation asked for, as Alida sits, she notes, "You and Ilicaeth were so informative the last time there were unusual dealings with ships. Terribly observant. We're both interested." She likely means Iesaryth. After a sip from her mug, "The storm, perhaps. In that it seems to have downed a ship. I'm glad you all managed through it." "We try..." the blonde murmurs casually, then bobbing her pale head to the 'tender when he slides that sustaining, piping-warm drink spiked with sweet booze to her. Once he's departed, to Aishani, "Mhm. Think it might've been a supply ship, given the contents." A careful sniff and testing sip leave the weyrling sighing in pleasure at the taste, her free hand slowly undoing the fasteners of her riding jacket. Another nod for 'Shani's words of the class muddling through it decently presage 'lida's low, "Ain't easy on most people...seein' death like that up close 'n personal fer the first time." Good to her word, Aishani slides the marks over for Alida's mug, nodding to the bartender. With a sidelong glance for the bluerider, "It seems that way. I wonder how far off course they must have been." Or if not at all, what were they doing there? Warming long fingers around her own hot drink, "I also find it interesting that the supplies were some of the same ones we're low on." The other woman's last has her darkening a touch, but she merely nods again as she looks over. "It's different to see when it's... before their time. If what I heard was correct?" A purse of lips before she allows, "I found Iolene." More slow, careful sips seem to thaw out the bluie some, her posture no longer somewhat stiff, though her back is still mostly straight, keeping Alida erect, alert. While the goldrider pays, the weyrling looks all about in her usual fashion, then returning her gaze to her barmate and noting, "Yeah; I was wonderin' if they were really off course at all, too." A slight smirk and lift of shoulders find the guard soon adding, "Not sure uv'the boat's name...just three letters left on the board that once held it." A quirk of head is given for a fact 'lida had previously missed, and intense greens lock onto the perceptive weyrwoman's face, a sly grin and pair of nods then offered to her. "Yeah... another convenience. Thing is...if this is a job, is it an inside one? What might insiders have ta gain, aside from the joy uv' helping' 'Reaches out in 'er time uv' need?" The slightly cautious, subtly wry way the bluie says this might speak of her doubts of anything that might be linked with the Weyr springing from such benevolent reasons. But then there's word of even darker things, and Alida's features quiet, her lips pinching up a bit when 'Shani reminds her of finding Iolene. "Before their time...and brutal." Wryly, "Three letters that could make up near anything, I imagine. Not much to go on. And I doubt it was done to help us, but one has to wonder, what with certain activities in nearby Holds that denied us such things..." Aishani shrugs a little; how can they help but draw conclusions? She returns Alida's grin with a flash of her own, noting, "Coincidences that add up to something, perhaps." Looking back to her mug, into it for a moment, she nods slowly. "It sounds," tone grim, "Like someone wanted to make sure no one talked." "Yep..." the bluie agrees with the weyrwoman, Alida then nodding yet again when Aishani speaks of thinking this was not something to help the Weyr. "Yes?" she inquires around another draught of warmth, green eyes sparkling a little...as if the weyrling wants to actually *hear* the other rider make her internal debate real by voicing it. "Too many coincidences bein' discovered might almost start makin' one believe that shit's bein' set up fer us..." Sip, mmm. "Uv' course, some people've called me paranoid, at times." Smirk, shrug. "Seemed too...*keen* fer pirates," is murmured of the carnage found on the wrecked hulk. "Good thief ain't gonna leave that much booty behind, even if part uv it sunk." Giving the bluerider a small smile, "Let's not make any accusations while we're jumping to conclusions. It is a bit odd that you happened upon it as you did, when you did. But I can't see that sort of... waste of resources, human and otherwise, as something merely to set things up. And..." Aishani smirks a touch as she takes up her mug again, "If it's life or death, you might leave things behind. It's more interesting to me that they were so interested in making sure their crew didn't survive. That whatever there is to hide is more important that the cargo itself. I wonder if what was left was just the least valuable." She glances Alida's way, dark eyes thoughtful. "It might be interesting for someone with actual knowledge of ships to hear some of this. Know where they were, where they might have been heading." "Yeah; that's me...jumpin' ta' conclusions," Alida notes wryly, her ears perked for what Aishani might have to offer on their ruminations, a tap of her own mug offered to the other woman's. "Mhm, was thinking that, too..." the bluerider murmurs of leaving supplies behind if shit got tight. A sudden puff of breath and shake of her pale head presage a low, somewhat intense, "This kinda' shit leaves my brain imploding, after awhile. Da' was good at investigations. Apparently I didn' take after 'im in *that*." Whatcha' gonna' do. "Dunno' anyone like that..." is soon offered, the woman stopping right before taking another drink, and factoring in, "Y'might ask D'kan if 'e c'n add in anything about that; he was a dock worker near the Hold." "No matter where a person came from, once they're in position... it makes sense to be aware of what you say. And don't say." Aishani finishes with her mug, tilting it back before setting it down on the bar and sliding it over to the bartender's side. "You might be right, though," she allows, shifting to lean an elbow on the bar and look at Alida more directly. "That they weren't good thieves. Perhaps good at something else." She shakes her own head a little, agreeing, "It can get... frustrating at times. Iesaryth enjoys it more than I do. And... that's not a bad idea." Seeming pleased to have a direction, "If he doesn't know, perhaps he'll know someone who will, yes?" "Yeah, tell me about it..." the once-and-always Guard mutters a bit darkly, then shutting herself up with another drink. As the weyrwoman peers more directly at her, the weyrling cannot help but go poker-faced, as if she's wondering what those dark, very astute eyes (and perhaps the Iesaryth behind them) might be seeing. "Only those in the know - smart folk, fer lack uv a better word - c'n falsely play the role uv' an idiot well." Smirk. "*If* this was set up fer whatever reason, it wasn't likely done by amateurs." Booze is good food...sip. A small grin is called up for Shani's words of D'kan, the woman touching one index finger to her nose, then dropping it again. After a few moments, even though the goldie's apparently getting ready to leave, the blonde inquires, "Enjoyin' yer new downtime?" There's a faint smirk for the bluerider; Aishani seems to recall past discussions. The sudden neutrality of Alida's expression doesn't widen it though, just arches fine brows questioningly. Though she agrees, a bit darkly, "Amateurs don't silence their crew like that, if at all." There's definitely an air of contemplation about her, as if she's thinking something over just then. Possibly discussing it, in the back of her mind. For the nose-tap and point, she grins briefly again, nodding. "Thank you for the thought. If you think of anything else relevant about the experience, do let me know?" And though she's done her drink, she seems in no hurry to leave just yet, amused by the question. "It's all right for now. I can leave more often." Slowly, that poker face evolves into Alida's more typical expression of mixed observance and a hint of snark, though she does become a little more sober, momentarily, when Aishani speaks of the ship's dead crew. "Not a problem..." is riposted back for the goldrider's thanks, Alida once again lifting her own half-drained mug to the other woman. "Feel like sharin'?" is asked after the darker rider's features show that deeper bit of contemplation, Alida soon giving her barmate a murmured, "Mhm." For the other's words of leaving comes 'lida's almost playful, "Thinkin' uv' dumpin' 'Reaches fer Fort...'n that quirky bronzer, eh?" "Much appreciated. I do like to know what's going on." Much as Iesaryth does, when she watches from her ledge or the rim, just curious, where Aishani's motivations might be quite different. As for the question of her thoughts, she offers a quick smile, a shake of her head before, "Just wondering how it might relate to a few other things that happened recently. I'll have to discuss it." There's a quiet laugh for Alida's laugh, and though she might look a little embarrassed, "No, I think Fort has enough queens. Though they've been terribly patient with my visits. It's been more difficult for visits to be the other way around, in the past." "Don't we all? Wait, most uv us..." Alida notes, then quickly correcting herself with a smirk. To the other's headshake, a mock grumpy, "An' here I am, so openly helpful 'n kind as ya' please. Nobody loves me." Boo hoo hoo. Snerk. Though it *is* true that she's being quite decent, given her usual manner with people. "Two golds is enough? I c'n hear the bronzes 'n browns bitchin' already." Ahh... *there's* that characteristic eyeroll, a lift of one lip factored in. "Why for? Don't want 'im around in case Iesaryth might take it inta' her mind ta get proddy?" Smirk. Wrinkling her nose, "Not everyone. Am I the first person to come and ask you about this? If so... that's a bit sad, I think." Aishani can look sad about that too, as if it's quite a tragedy that people at the Weyr so lack curiosity. With a little amused purse of lips for Alida bemoaning her fate, she tells the weyrling, "That's Jo's story to tell, but I'm certain if you told her a little of this, she might have reason to tell it. And there's three there, but I can never say the third one's name." As for why there were difficulties, wryly, "K'del rather felt that way, I believe. There were restrictions on Fortian bronzes for a time." Now, obviously lifted. "Lotsa' sad around 'ere, lately..." is Ailda's comment, the weyrling shaking her head a pair of times, then swirling the leftovers of her boozed klah around at the bottom of her mug. "Jo's, eh? Shit; guess I'd better have a few more tasty morsels ta offer up in return ta pry it outta' her." Smirk. As for names, the bluerider notes after Aishani's finished speaking, "I notice y'c'n say K'del's, though." Wink, grin, and then the last of her mug is drained before it can get lukewarm. Ahh. "Fuck; if a Weyr wants ta maintain the whole traditional claptrap uv the best dragon wins the Weyrleadership... Well, why not get the best fer 'Reaches...'specially since that's what he claims ta' want." "It does seem that way," Aishani says, somewhat regretfully. She looks as if she might say more for a moment, but leaves it at that. As for Jo, "I think she'd just like the story straight from people who were there, and not third-hand. That might be enough." It seems it's what the goldrider was after. There's a smirk for Alida's comment before, dry but quite serious, "There are no shortage of people who claim to want 'what's best'. Ideas of what's best vary widely. I am always skeptical of that. I'd like to hear what specifically that looks like. And so should you." That's the closest she'll get to advice for now, as she slides from the barstool. "Guess it's even rarer fer Jo' ta' get a straight story than it is fer me." Apparently too many people lie to Guards. This apparent truth earns a droll little smirk from the bluie, Aishani's own twitch of lips and delivery reason for the weyrling to shake her head and sigh. "I question nearly everything, now." Which is likely one of the reasons why she's not 'popular' and why she gets in trouble more than the average person...though others might not hear a lot about such. "If the wreck hasn't sunk all the way, 'r otherwise disappeared..." grin "..ya' might take an hour 'r two ta' peer at it on yer own." Cue a mug salute to the departing goldie. "Thanks fer the drink." "Sometimes, it requires a certain sort of person to get a straight story, as you say. And very wise." To question everything, apparently. Aishani's not precisely known for accepting the status quo herself, as her time in charge showed. As she throws on her fur-collared jacket, "Mm. I might at that. Mind having Ilicaeth pass on the visual when you both have a moment?" She has an appreciative smile already... so she does have charm when she feels like it. "Thank you for your time, Alida. Have a good evening, and keep me posted, yes?" With a little wave of her own, a fan of fingers, she heads into the caverns. A yawn after his post-snack drowse upon his ledge leaves Ilicaeth ready to offer Iesaryth those precise coordinates her rider asked Alida for, the blue's visualization of the place quite crisp and detailed. There ya go. (To Iesaryth from Ilicaeth) « Thank you Ilicaeth. » Iesaryth is pleased enough to allow a twinkle from sun on eternal waves, interested. She will swim there, she thinks, yes. (To Ilicaeth from Iesaryth) Happy to be of decent service, the blue chuffs amicably, « Lotsa' holes in the bottom. Be wary uv' it sinkin'...if it hasn't already. » Not to mention all those bodies inside the thing. Best to be quite careful, especially when going it alone. (To Iesaryth from Ilicaeth) |
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