Logs:Dresses and Dragons

Dresses and Dragons
RL Date: 11 October, 2014
Who: Edyis, Lilah
Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Fort Weyr
Type: Log
What: Edyis encounters Lilah while visiting Weavercraft hall.
Where: Weavercraft Hall, Boll Area
When: Day 18, Month 13, Turn 35 (Interval 10)
Weather: Mostly clear skies bear traces of wisps of winter cloud but carry no threat of rain.
Mentions: R'hin/Mentions

OOC Notes: Shortly after A Fool's Gambit.


Weavercraft Hall, Boll Area(#893RJs$) Nestled in a verdant tropical forest, the dazzling white slate of the Weavercraft Hall is protected by two solid wooden gates that are usually left open to admit the warm, balmy air. Draperies frame windows in a soft and lightweight violet brocade, fluttering lackadaisically in the gentle breezes. Pern's history is detailed on several brightly-shaded tapestries bedecking the walls, spaced between sconces of glow baskets that provide light when needed. Ornate tables gradually increase in complexity, from the more simple apprentice's tables to the intricate and thickly padded rich purple of the Masters' seating. Within, the decorous hall is rife with activity, and sounds issue forth seemingly from every direction - the soft buzz of spinning wheels, the tick-tick of shuttles and looms in use, and the steady hum of stitching. Outside, a well-traveled stone path leads toward Southern Boll Hold, a mere few minutes' walk away. Other paths lead toward the breathtaking fields, or to the docks, the gardens, and the nearby beach. It's a rare that a particular Reachian scribe has a day to herself anymore, always finding yet another task, lesson, or mission that somehow has to be squeezed in amongst the day's duties. So when a suddenly empty winter afternoon comes up, she can hardly pass up the excuse to make a long overdue visit to her younger sisters who have finally taken up their apprenticeships. The trio stands chattering away in front of one of the tapestries, the tallest of the two blondes explaining the scene eagerly to an amused Edyis, who listens with patience and a certain degree of detatchment. In the halls of Weavercraft Hall, it is impossible to see when the gold dragon appears in the wispy clouded sky above, momentarily obstructing the sun with her own large form. While dragons visiting the Hall is not exactly unique, not even a queen, there is still the obligatory apprentice who pokes her head inside to call to Edyis's sisters before spreading the news onward, "Dragon visiting. Gold, this time!" The word has likely spread even before Lilah has managed to unfasten her straps and slide down from her dragon, abandoning Eliyaveith to the attention of the children as she strides into the Hall. It is undoubtedly the chatter that draws away her attention from Gerta's lengthy diatribe on the nature of wools and dyes and patterns and shapes in the early stages of interval - well you get the general idea. Edyis's dark eyes mark the queen, before a wide grin starts spreading as she recognizes the more distinctive rider. "Lilah!" She calls, much to the confusion and astonishment of the twins, who look after her dumbly. "Fancy running into you here of all places, a little avian told me congratulations are in order." "Edyis," greets Lilah as soon as she sees her, directing her path away from where ever it was that she originally intended to draw towards that little trio there. "I suppose they are. Though, perhaps it is better not to jinx it." A smile touches her lips only briefly, there and gone in another moment, as she casts a look between the two blonde girls and then Edyis. It is clear that she doesn't immediately place them as sisters, because she adds, "What brings you to the Hall? An errand from R'hin?" It's fairly easy to fail to notice a familial resemblance between Edyis and Greta and Gerta, considering both are pale and blonde while Edyis herself possesses darker features, R'hin's name causes a further exchange of muted murmurs between the girls studying Lilah all the more intently for it. Edyis herself laughs, "If I allowed him to dictate all of my free time, I'd never have a moment's peace. No, I'm visiting with family actually." Gesturing to her sisters, she grins. "Allow me to introduce, Junior Weyrwoman Lilah of Fort's Eliyaveith, Lilah these are my stepsisters, Greta and Gerta. They just took apprenticeship at the Hall." In turn each of the two dark eyed blonds curtseys, though both still seem too surprised to do more than that. "Fort's duties, Junior Apprentices Greta and Gerta," Lilah offers politely to the two, her own dark eyes sliding over them in a simple study as they curtsey, taking in their reaction and expression both. "I suppose I should let you return to your visit, but afterwards, I can return you home to High Reaches? Unless there is someone already waiting to do so." This last bit is directed back to Edyis as her attention finally shifts away, brows curving upwards lightly as she makes her offer. "I have an order to place, and I am sure they will want to take measurements and talk my ear off, but--." "It's a pleasure to meet you Junior weyrwoman. Don't mind us, we have class." Greta speaks up before Edyis has a chance to. Tugging the taller girl along after her, though Gerta seems as though she wants to stick around and interrogate the new arrival. Edyis just watches after the two with a snicker. "I hope you will forgive them, curiosity is in the blood unfortunately, and the whole family is - and well, they've never met R'hin, though they hear about him sometimes." Like when she explained she was moving to Monaco. "Would you like company? Generally if you are doing the chattering they quiet down just to catch the newest gossip." The scribe grins. Lilah's dark eyes slide after the girls as well, watching their retreat, but when she glances back to Edyis it is with a quick shake of her head. "I am used to curiosity by now, honestly. I wouldn't mind company." She tips her chin in a direction to indicate her intentions, before she turns to pick back up her path to the workroom of the usual journeyman weaver that she works with. Or well, has in the past; 'usual' would be overstating the state of the goldrider's wardrobe. "How are you, Edyis?" "I'm sure you are. I wouldn't want to impose upon you for transportation." Chuckling as the scribe falls into step beside the goldrider moving in the direction of the workroom. "Which reminds me, be careful about how you visit High Reaches. Apparently Hraedhyth has been getting testy about the foreign queens visiting frequently. Frankly I don't think it should matter much otherwise except that Eliyaveith is gold, who knows what runs the minds of queens. I don't know how you put up with it sometimes, all those extra little limits and boundaries. It would drive me mad." The scribe seems to decide. "I've been well, busy as ever but that is the norm." A soft note of a 'hm' is all that outwardly meets Edyis's words, but Lilah adds smoothly, "I suppose it would be best for me not to offer transportation, then. I am sure you already have it arranged. It has been a while since Eliyaveith or I visited; I hadn't realized Hraedhyth has been getting testy." The workroom isn't so far, really; right off of the main hall for the convenience of visitors, and a soft knock allows them both entrance to the room with fabrics already laid out and a waiting young man with a journeyman knot and a junior apprentice of his own. The scribe shrugs, "I would otherwise except gladly. I hadn't either, but it was something that was mentioned offhandedly once, about queens and territoriality. Hraedhyth seems very different from other queens so far as I've been able to observe. More prone to the savage, as for the Weyrwoman herself, she is difficult to get a read on, but then again someone other than a scribe whose name she often cannot remember would probably have better luck. It may not even be visiting so much as not meeting with them when you do visit to pay respects or what have you. It might be worth asking Azaylia about sometime. I tend to enjoy your visits personally." She points out. The scribe shrugs, "I would otherwise except gladly. I hadn't either, but it was something that was mentioned offhandedly once, about queens and territoriality. Hraedhyth seems very different from other queens so far as I've been able to observe. More prone to the savage, as for the Weyrwoman herself, she is difficult to get a read on, but then again someone other than a scribe whose name she often cannot remember would probably have better luck. It may not even be visiting frequently so much as not meeting with them when you do visit to pay respects or what have you, I didn't really get to pry into it overmuch. It might be worth asking Azaylia about sometime, since she seems prone to discussing her lifemate's peculiarities in detail." She frowns, "And I certainly don't want it to stop you from ever visiting, because frankly I enjoy your company." "Perhaps so. Eliyaveith has never tended to be territorial except when she went proddy, and when other dragons invite her--. Well, perhaps it is better not to visit at all. You discussing her queen with her may come off entirely differently than a junior weyrwoman from another Weyr questioning it," Lilah decides simply, shaking her head in a soft, inward gesture to her own thoughts. Edyis considers thoughtfully. "Do you always take the most direct approach? You could simply make an overture of getting to know another weyrwoman and see another side of things. Likely that would give you the same information as asking directly but, I'm just a simple scribe. Take my thoughts with a grain of salt." She amends, peeking about at the working weavers. "When other dragons invite her?" Curious now, dark eyes move to the weyrwoman. Lilah's nose wrinkles, slightly, before she admits quietly, "I am not the most-- diplomatic person. If I were, perhaps there would be a way that I could approach your Senior Weyrwoman, but I would not want to risk offending her by a stupid misstep of whatever I say." She tips a nod to the last, adding, "Ilicaeth, Alida's blue, and Eliyaveith seem to have taken to each other. They once-- made a landscape? In their minds," it is as if she doesn't know quite how to describe this thing of dragons, "And they commissioned it as a painting and invited us to its unveiling." Edyis grins. "If everyone were cut out for diplomacy, I'd be out of a job." With the sort of mischief and amusement in her voice that speaks more of undiplomatic interactions than diplomatic ones. "Ilicaeth and Alida are awesome. I'll have to see if I can pester her to see it sometime. Really, don't worry about it. If you let yourself be completely governed by a thing without confronting it for yourself - I could never be happy that way personally." It isn't a judgment but maybe unsolicited advice? "There would still be many things to be copied and recorded," Lilah assures Edyis with dry amusement of her own, but she tips another nod at the thought. To the other, though, she suggests, "You should see it. It hangs in Ilicaeth's wallow, now." Of course, she has totally been looking over the fabrics that her player has been crummy at posing, finally stopping at heavier winter wool to nod to the journeyman. He comes over to briefly discuss patterns and cuts and how it will hang on her body-- and Lilah seems mostly ignorant, except that she's willing to let him have his way. As for the scribe she watches with the sort of interest a documentarian watches wildlife. One might even picture a commentary running silently in her mind. "Ok, less interesting work." She states with a wry nose wrinkle, stepping back to allow the journeyman to poke and prod at her friend. "Fort seems busy again with eggs on the sands, I heard that there was some trouble with a few of them?" Changing topic. "There may be. Elaruth has separated four of them out; the ones that gave her trouble during clutching," confirms Lilah, her frown appearing at the corners of her lips. She stands still to allow the journeyman his measurements, but her dark gaze falls on Edyis as she continues to admit, "I am not sure what it means. There are a lot of older dragonriders who have dismissed them as duds, that they won't hatch, but--." "But they could easily end up being all healthy bronzes." She smirks, thoughtfully, "I will have to get a peek at them next time I get a chance to visit Fort. It should make for interesting odds on the betting." One of the younger apprentices approaches the scribe with a note, which she opens and reads wordlessly. A frown forms. Lilah's brows draw upwards as she watches Edyis, that frown not going unnoticed and especially not the approach of the apprentice and note. She questions, lightly, "Is everything alright?" "Mm. Yes, but unfortunately I need to return to Reaches immediately." Brows furrowing as she tucks the note into her apron pocket. "I hope you won't mind if I catch up with you again sometime in the future, and forgive me for taking my leave so soon." "Alas for your free time," offers Lilah lightly, but she does nod easily enough. "Of course, Edyis. Take care and I will see you again, surely." Her gaze tracks the note for a moment, as if she could catch a name or a seal or something, but she doesn't press for answers. The scribe smiles, "Thank you." She turns heel and leaves quite rapidly, a very fast walk rather than a full out run. She departs with the green rider waiting in the courtyard.

Logs:Dresses and Dragons

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