Logs:Success
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| RL Date: 30 March, 2012 |
| Who: Emme, Evali |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: After Emme talks to Kharven, Rhazekth invites Evali and Yanijath over for wine. |
| Where: Bookworm's Paradise Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 3, Month 5, Turn 28 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Devaki/Mentions, Iolene/Mentions, Kharven/Mentions, Tiriana/Mentions, E'gin/Mentions, Lujayn/Mentions, Sa'zl/Mentions |
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| True to her word after having the illuminating conversation with Kharven, Emme found herself at Snowasis to get a fresh new bottle of wine. One she intended to share, but not in a crowd. « Emme has news, if Evali would like to stop by her weyr. » Rhazekth sent the words blowing in tantalizing fashion towards Yanijath, letting nothing at all slip as to what the news might be. And by the time the pair might arrive, the brownrider in question is already curled up in one of the reading chairs with a book in one hand and glass of liquid courage in the other. « On our way! » comes Yanijath's return -- chirp is what it is, there as no real other word for it. Her mindvoice nearly bubbles over with excitement, wispy bits of glowing cloud extending out to Rhazekth. Evali may not be so easily excitable, but rather curious, and when the green settles down on the brown's ledge, she swiftly dismounts and calls out, "Emme? All right? No more corpses?" Just because Yanijath thought something was good didn't really mean anything. The excitement of the tiny green amuses Rhazekth to no end; it fascinates him. As do the oddities of all his clutchmates really. He is as even keeled as its possible for a dragon to be, alas. A suspicious choking sound comes from Emme's direction of course at the question of corpses, because it made her nearly spew out the expensive drink onto her precious paper. Coughing and eye-watering ensue as she tries to breathe again, waving Evali over towards the other chair. "Shards, no. I'd have busted out the hard liquor for that. I heard back from the Harper Hall today..." Lalala. "Oh!" Evali tries not to sound too excited or impressed as she takes the few long-legged strides over to where Emme is and tries to get a glimpse at what she's holding. (Evali is terrible at unobtrusive and subtle; her peeking attempts are obvious.) "Is it -- good news, then? Because you did not bring out hard liquor, and I think maybe you might have for a rejection." Emme points the stem of her glass towards the bottle on the table, which contains a lovely rich red wine. "Of a sort. It's part really good news, and part frustratingly bitter 'guidelines'." She replies. But as she's already had half a glass, it can be said with a smile. "Kharven said part of the reason they decided to let me back in the fold was that I'd obviously been practicing. I gave him a new song to take with and show them." Evali never says no to wine. It's likely the result of having the first non-exile she really had a not-entirely-terrifying conversation with being Zerenynio the vintner, but this greenrider is now a major wine connosseiur. She helps herself with a graceful smile, and queries, "Have I heard it? And what are they, your bitter guidelines?" She may be considering asking what Rhazekth thinks, but Yanijath is beating her there, blowing curiosity in her brother's direction: « You're going to be a Harper? But you're a dragon! How's that work, huh? » For some reason, Emme just winds up being lucky when it comes to what wine she picks. She hasn't found one she dislikes enough to empty the bottle out without finishing the contents, so it's a good start. This one seems heavy on the blackberry flavor, with a hint of oak and vanilla mixed in. "You haven't heard it yet. I wrote most of it from my own point of view, and thought maybe the rest of us might feel the same about things." She muses, maybe even a bit mysteriously. "Ah yes, the guidelines. I'm to be on my 'best behavior', which was explained to me as essentially not being an agitator for exile recompense." « Me, a Harper? » Rhaz absolutely perks up at this idea. Uh oh. « I can be the very first dragon harper! » "What does that mean," Evali not-quite-asks around slow, satisfied sips of wine -- and fails to let Emme answer before she continues speaking. "This is truly a lovely blend. And I a sorry about Yanijath, she -- encourages trouble." The question, of course, had actually meant that Evali doesn't know what 'recompense' means, but she made the mistake of not specifying. « Isn't that what Emme's letter means? » Yanijath just doesn't get it. « If she is a Harper aren't you? » « Oh, there was no letter. The Weyr's Sr. Harper told her. » Because she practically stalked the man until he did. « Well, I cannot sing. Or play music. Or speak. And you need to speak to be a harper, Emme says. But I will be helping her. So I suspect you are correct. » Which means he will call himself 'Harper Rhaz' from time to time. "It really is, isn't it. I just pointed at the bottle. Lucky again. I had a really nice white wine a few sevens ago that I haven't finished yet, and..." Emme pauses, taking in the conversation between the brown and green. A stifled snort of laughter manages to escape. "Don't apologize. She's fantastic." As for 'what it means', somehow she discerned the meaning behind the question, because after another draw of the wine she sighs and sets down the glass to answer. "It means I can't be going around arguing for your bloodline to be restored as part of the Hold. Or make too much noise about how unfair it was that was that an exile happened in the first place." Not a muckraker like the rest of her family and many of her friends (and somehow, somewhere, Evali is sure her brother is frowning at her), the greenrider frowns a tiny bit and says, "Well. It is in the past. Nothing can be done now." She hesitates, and then adds, "Except move back someday, maybe. We could have our own Weyr with Io in charge; maybe that would be nice." So Evali isn't really for the status quo, but causing rapid change now? "I do not really want to be a Lady, anyway, even if Dev and Ki would make good Holders. Never say anything on my behalf." Maybe her family's, but not hers. Yanijath titters and points out, « You can speak! You make noises. There is a dragon at another weyr who sings. » It's only the briefest of mental images of Fort's Selaroqoth she has to share, but it's something. Emme is -such- a little shit-stirrer though! She likes to knock people off of their self-created pedestals and metaphorically smack people upside the head. But, ... "You're right. Which is why it pissed me off when Kharven told me their conditions. He didn't exactly seem to agree with them. But, you know... I want to be a Harper to -help everyone-. And, obviously, to help keep our little island culture alive a bit. With music." Now, the idea of their very own Io and Ysa-led Weyr... that causes a raised eyebrow. "That's an interesting thought. Did you come up with that just now?" « Noises humans can't understand. Maybe I can just be a harper for the dragons. » Rhaz counters, certainly enjoying the idea. He also mentally tucks away the image of the singing dragon. « Oh, that's quite lovely. » Yanijath is otherwise silent, but shimmering proud; whether it's simply because Rhazekth likes her gossip or because of what Evali is about to say is unclear. Her rider, on theother hand, doesn't look proud so much as pensive. "Yanijath did, actually. She thinks Ysavaeth should be the only queen, even though she does like Iovniath; she thinks Ysavaeth is our queen." She shrugs; takes a slow, lingering sip of wine. "Keeping culture alive is important. Maybe when I have a baby you and Iolene will sing her songs and tell her stories." Evali wasn't really ever good at either. Rhazekth is happy to take credit for Yanijath's proud shimmer. So in return, he glints smugly against the sunlight. "With all the exiles that impressed, she kind of -is- our queen. And it isn't as if Iovniath's rider will have much to do with us anyway." Shrug. "Oh, Evali. You know I will love to sing songs and tell stories to your children. I'm quite sure Iolene will too. " There's a speculative pause there, where wine works its way to loosening Emme's tongue. "You trying to tell us something? Have you found a mate?" "Nothing like that," is Evali's rather quick but not really defensive response, shaking her head a little. "I just know I'll have a child someday, and Yanijath insists she will be sure of it. I assume this is because she is asking every dragon with a male rider if anyone would like to volunteer," which Yanijath pointedly does not deny, "and maybe that is not how I would prefer to become with child, but it is better than nothing, I suppose. If there were Thread, apparently it would be harder for me. That is what they say. And --" She's trying to muster a defense based on one interaction, but it falls flat due to her natural inclination to defend Iolene. "-- Well, the Weyrwoman was nice to me once. And Iovniath is not to blame for her rider's actions." Emme doesn't quite manage to stifle an amused snort at Yanijath's meddling. "I suspect when the time comes that I want to have a baby, Rhaz will start picking greens to chase that have male riders. Dragons are rather meddlesome creatures aren't they." Outside, the brown dragons cheerfully croons his agreement. Meddler, and proud of it. "No, no. Iovniath isn't to blame for her rider's actions. And I can hardly blame her for not letting any of us close to the eggs after that one incident. I just don't like how Io's being treated. E'gin and I had ideas to maybe help. But, it would definitely not go over well to start shopping around for a sympathetic Weyrwoman to teach her things." "You are both," Evali starts to catch on, as Emme mentions herself, E'gin and a weyrwoman, "close to Lujayn. Yes?" Is it possible that the shy young woman who normally stays as far away from politics as possible is paying attention to something and picking up on it properly? Could be: timid doesn't always mean stupid. In fact, it normally doesn't. "Lujayn was really the least judgemental, and the nicest person when I spent all that time closed in to the records room." Emme agrees, a smirk appearing when E'gin's closeness to Lu is also mentioned. "In a way it doesn't' seem fair to ask it of her, since she's nominally under the Weyrwoman's command. It could make things difficult for her. But, I guess /not/ asking is just as bad in a way. It's a good idea." Evali blinks. Once, twice, three times -- "It wasn't one," she rather splutters, seeming surprised by the interpretation of what she said. "I assumed you had been talking about it already, and that was merely why I asked; I figured you would have already -- I was not meaning to suggest it." It seems now that there's no way to get out of having apparently suggested it, however. Another glass of wine for Evali, now. "It was Weyrwomen from other Weyrs I considered asking, on Iolene's behalf. There are plenty of people upset with High Reaches right now. It may not have been hard to find someone willing to teach what she needed to know, even if it was just to get even." There. That right there is the scheming little part of Emme that she usually keeps to herself. Or at least to as few people as possible. "But then, it might also get Io in trouble. So... "Oh." Slowly, Evali appears to comprehend. "Like Fort, where Yanijath's friend the singing dragon is, I suppose. But that would just get everyone in trouble, would it not? Bad blood between Weyrs is dangerous." Isn't it? Wasn't it supposed to be? Evali couldn't say she really knew. "Or -- that is what we were taught. It is always possible to have been taught wrong." Maybe Devaki wouldn't feel so let down by her after all. "Exactly." And between a last drink from her glass and a pour for more, Emme is nodding along with Evali. "Apparently, yeah. I'm not sure why, since if I remember right each Weyr is autonomous. But I guess during the big weyrleader meetings.... Well, it could cause problems. But we certainly could have been taught wrong." Is agreed again, followed by a grimace. "Enough of -that-. Let's find something cheerful to gossip about. I'll show you the song, too, once you're good and wasted. So you'll think it's great even if it's not." She teases, holding out her glass to clink against the greenrider's. "Conclave? Or is that -- that is Holds?" Evali either didn't try very hard to learn, or forgets very easily. Or she's actually intoxicated already, which is extremely unlikely; she's got a very high alcohol tolerance. "And you are vicious and wicked and it is very, very hard to get me wasted, miss. I am sure I will like it anyway." She falls flat on the subject of gossip: Evali never knows any, and her usual source is only offering, "Yanijath says Yggdratth chews his paws. That is not very good gossip." "Uh-huh. I think a.... Council for the Weyrs." But where Evali has a high tolerance? It doesn't seem to matter how much Emme drinks in an effort to build hers; she'll always have a low one. Even now, she looks utterly completely supremely relaxed. Not a care in the world. Sorry, no giggly drunk here. "Well, that's no fun." She can be heard to mutter, only having to reach up towards a nearby shelf to grab the scroll she'd kept as a copy of her song. So she can slip the paper into Evali's hands. "Yggdratth chews his paws? Whatever for? That can't be tasty." Evali is momentarily distracted by the scroll, and so doesn't look up at first as she unrolls it -- and therefore doesn't actually answer the question at first. When she does, it's an uncertain, "She might be making it up," with a distant shrug, attention given more to the song. "Or maybe he's itchy. This is very good, actually, and I am still not drunk." Slightly buzzed, but not drunk. "Itchy. Well, that makes sense. Hmm, sorry - not big on thinking much once I'm on my second glass." Emme points out rather cheerfully. "You like it? That means a lot. To me. The Hall said it showed promise. But I've been more concerned with the other exiles being comfortable with it." She admits a bit quietly. "So thank you. And, for coming over to celebrate with me." Of course, it's likely she will just talk Evali's ear off now until her voice is hoarse and she's about to pass out. |
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