Logs:Delicates
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| RL Date: 1 January, 2014 |
| Who: Hana, Telavi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Hana and Telavi catch up over washing delicates. Hana's are for giving away, though. |
| Where: Bathing Pools, High Reaches Weyr. |
| When: Day 9, Month 9, Turn 33 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Edyis/Mentions, Klohi/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions |
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| Omnipresent clouds of steam slink across the tops of three naturally warm pools, set into the floor of this kidney-shaped cavern. Near the entrance the ceiling is high and polished, gleaming with little mineral specks as it sweeps downward into increasingly ragged, uneven steps. The foremost of the pools is squared off with wide steps leading down into the water and has faucets for bringing in cooler water from a rain-catching cistern. Primarily used for laundry, there's an almost constant film of suds along its surface until the circulating current clears it at the end of the day. Four sinks line the nearest wall and various tubs stored beneath allow for the washing of delicates. Laundry bags can be dropped off in the bins near the door and clean, folded laundry is stacked in rows of tall cubbies for easy pickup. It's late in the evening, when the water's cleared itself out from everyone else's dirty suds, that Telavi's visited the laundry with her delicates. Three basins line the edge of that first pool: two clouded with fabric in a way that's too bulky to be anything other than sweaters or a capelet large enough for Solith, while the third is mostly empty, its bottom shimmering with different colors like so many satiny fish. The girl sits cross-legged on a pile of towels, keeping half an eye on them, but mostly combing out her hair. Beyond, surely there are a couple people bathing, but if so, they do it quietly enough. Hana, busy enough with refugees and a lingering illness that has been somewhat... stubborn since the last bits of summer, escapes duties with a basket full of things to be clean. Mostly white bits and bobs, all with teasingbits of colors around the edges. Hence the trip to the bathing pools - well, that and the fact that as soon as the humid air surrounds her, she stops to try to take a deep breath. Not the best attempt, given a bit of coughing to clear the throat - but appreciated, never the less. As is the sight of a sometimes conversational companion. It's the coughing that first gets Tela's attention, of course, the greenrider reflexively leaning away from it even as she sneaks a peek at whomever might have brought their contagion into the cavern this time. A moment later she's smiling, though, and while she still doesn't make any move to touch the other woman, gaily she invites, "Hana, hello! Are you quite all right? Something didn't go down the wrong way, did it?" which might mean she's safer company. "Nothing a bit of mint tea shaln't fix when I go to bed tonight," Hana disclaims, voice a bit lower than usual as she heads over towards the greenrider. "Would you mind company? I have a small load to wash, myself." The basket is lifted up, and allows the fact they are all hankerchefs to be seen. "I see." Surely Tela's disapointment has more to do with Hana's overall health than how catching it might be. But, "I wouldn't in the least," she readily avers, and is quite bold enough to peek-- and quail. "My goodness. Are those all yours? And are they all handkerchiefs, all the way down?" The way she looks at Hana's nose, she has new respect for its possible output. "New ones," Hana is quick to reassure - any interesting... colors are mere decoration. "... I ended up burning my last batch," she admits, rather shamefully, before taking a seat. "I shouldn't need to do that with this batch - and some may end up being gifts," like, many of them, "But with winter coming on, I wanted to be prepared. Honest, though. Mint tea should take care of the last of it." "I'm glad you'd be giving away new ones," Tela teases, "or at least washed ones! Have you been sick for very long?" Reminded, she leans over to gently, very gently turn the first sweater over, hands pinkening up quickly from the still quite warm water. While she's at it, "And how did you burn them? Tell me it wasn't just to dry them before the fire, tell me it was for, I don't know, sacrifices to ensure a good harvest or something." "... rather more immediate, I'm afraid - that everyone stays healthy -- me in particular -- this winter!" Hana offers with a bit of a sputtering laugh, before going about putting the finished 'chiefs in another basin full of hot water. There's a grimance at the thought of giving out her old 'chiefs, before she shakes her head at Tel. "That's just unpleasant thinking, you realize! And what have you been up to? Besides teasing poor, sick, hardworking women?" Telavi promptly dimples at Hana for all that, pleased as can be. "I've been a healthy, hardworking woman? Well, aside from those times, and that's not really being sick," said with a moue. Moving on to the second sweater, "Keeping weyrlings in shape, too, or trying. Can you believe it, even the youngers have their own weyrs now? And we've started to talk to them about flights and it's just that time. Next thing you know, they'll be flaming, so you'll have to keep your cloths out of range." Hana shakes her head with a bit of a grin. "I've managed to miss most of that; between Nabol, usual duties, and everything else. I do believe I'd heard mention about the moving into weyrs though - that must make things slightly easier to deal with, except for if things go up in flames, it might be in several different locations, rather than just the one." Once she judges the basin full enough, swirling and swishing occurs - not enough to do a deep clean, but certainly enough to be presentable as gifts. "It does and it doesn't," says Telavi with a tip of her head; she pauses to dip her fingers in the last bin, rub them consideringly together, and then carefully pour out the old water-- mustn't lose any!-- in favor of a fresh rinse. "There's something to be said for them not being all spread out to chase down, you know? They do like to sleep in. Not that our class ever did," she adds with merriment enough for Hana to believe or not as she likes. "At the same time, there aren't so many arguments from living up in each other's business, so there's that... Just between you and me, though?" She peeks at Hana: can the other woman keep a secret? Would she? Hana chuckles, "A little bit of a lay in never hurt anyone," comes the disclaimer, then as she starts to wring out 'chiefs for the drying. "There is certainly something to be said for that. It is one thing I am... less than fond with, in the dorms," she adds, before tilting her head questioningly, then glancing about. There are those couple of bathers, but they are off at the other pool. That purses Tela's lips in humor that still manages to escape, though not in words, more of a rippling laugh. But then, taking priority over her own possible secret, "You still haven't asked for a private room, Hana?! Quick, do it before we have anyone else moving back in! Winter is coming!" Never mind that it's barely autumn. "I don't want to be a bother; that, however, has nothing to do with what you were starting to say?" Hana deflects, even though her roommates probably prefer the idea of her staying elsewhere. "You should get a room," Telavi tells her even so, though the curve to her lips suggests she's well aware that she's addressing Hana in a very different context than her charges'. But back to secrets, which mean dropping her voice-- "But just between you and me, the newest weyrling wingleader? Oh, you should know that they take turns being wingleader or wingsecond, but anyway... she's such a pain, she chews people out, and I heard the one boy cried." "I had heard about the... ah.. silver threads? The phrasing is absolutely not positively identified, but Hana gives it a go, before shaking her head. "There are ways of getting things done without using sharp words, and causing tears. At least, for things other than wings," she admits, before glancing over at Telavi for confirmation that it is possibly the same for wings as well, "Shall I assume she'll be receiving lessons on different methods? Or is that part of the learning - to figure it out on your own?" "Yes, we have those two," said with a subtly personal possessiveness, "but that doesn't guarantee wingleader or anything," Tela explains. "And yes, who'd want to work under someone who was that way all the time? And..." she sighs. And then she sighs again. "I'm not really sure. I need to double-check in with Quinlys instead of," here she gives Hana a guilty, possibly even impish glance, "barging in all on my own. But it's tempting! So far I've held out." So far. "I haven't spoken to most of our new riders, this time around," Hana offers after a moment's peering to make sure she's recovered all of her new 'chiefs, before looking up with a bit of a grin. "Probably wise, pain though it is. Well, I can't help you with that. But if you want an ear, and a cup of tea, you are welcome to come find me - or send one of the scamps to fetch. I however, had best follow healer's advice. Which is a cup of tea and mint for me, then my bed, once these are set out to dry. Do you need a hand with the rest of your things?" "Have you run into a girl named Edyis?" Telavi's reminded to ask. "She's not a weyrling though; she's one of the Nabol girls, working in the records room now." The greenrider just doesn't resist giving Hana a bit more of a grin right back, before looking over those things of hers; in the end, "I'll be fine, all they really need is a good towel-stomping now, I think... but thank you. And if you'll forgive me, Hana, I may take you up on tea and talk even if the weyrlings aren't being a bother." Hana hms, and shakes her head. "The Records Room? I shall have to.. perhaps.. check and see how things are going there. Corners swept, and all that," she offers, a bit bemused - at least, until she starts to cough again. Juggling damp 'chiefs, her arm over her mouth and the basket, there's a rather distracted farwell, and then the woman is off to find that tea. Stubborn coughs! Of course, the cough leaving won't stop her from having tea ready for any talks... or anything else, for that matter! |
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