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| RL Date: 4 December, 2012 |
| Who: Azaylia, Brieli |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Good weather makes it hard to work and Azaylia pulls Brieli into a day of procrastination, after some serious discussion, of course. |
| Where: Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 6, Month 6, Turn 30 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Warm sunshine and cloudless skies make for a beautiful day and pleasantly warm evening. A breeze tempers the heat with no humidity lingering in the air. |
| Mentions: Iolene/Mentions, Leova/Mentions, Madilla/Mentions, Tiriana/Mentions |
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| Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr The rest of the bowl may be barren, grass barely surviving at best, but here by the lake, it's brilliantly green in the warmer months: thickening and thriving in the silty, boulder-dotted soil just before it transitions to soft sand and thence to the cool, clear water itself. A large freshwater lake fed by a low waterfall, it not only provides warm-weather bathing space for humans and dragons, but has one end fenced off as a watering hole for the livestock in the feeding grounds. The water there is often muddier than the rest of the clear lake, whose shallows drop off abruptly several yards out into deep water, and whose edge undulates against the coarse-hewn bowl wall: here close enough to just be bramble-covered rocks, there far enough away that a narrow land bridge divides the main lake from a smallish pond. Between are several rocky outcroppings that form excellent makeshift diving points, though only one -- across the bridge -- has a set of narrow, slippery, quite possibly tempting stairs. For those who consider ice and cold the dominant features of High Reaches, it is sometimes strange to see the lake not only unfrozen, but so crowded. Dragons and weyrfolk alike are enjoying themselves, splashing and diving, yelling... After such dark times, it does Azaylia's heart good to see. Hraedhyth also watches with half-lidded eyes, head resting on the sand as her great bulk does its best to soak up all the warm sunshine. Her rider is perched atop one of her arms, hugging gauzy white skirt and legs to her chest, fighting the wind that threatens to lift the light material every now and again. The wide brimmed straw hat is secured by a baby blue ribbon tied under her chin, shielding her eyes as she people watches. Iesaryth has been in the water for some time; though she's more into swimming than splashing, she's playful enough to chase other dragons through the depths, even if the water isn't the sea-salt waves she prefers. The queen doesn't try to entice the other gold to join her, though she often flits by, checking in on the rider as much as Hraedhyth. It's Brieli that takes her time in appearing, dressed in a short yellow sundress when she does - even brighter than her sunny lifemate. She's walking with one of the crafters - a smith? - deep in discussion, though it does seem to be coming to an end, especially when her dark gaze finds the other goldrider; with a polite farewell, she starts over Azaylia's way, lifting one hand in a wave of greeting. Hraedhyth is warm, hide almost hot to the touch with how long she has been lounging, matching the fire within her heart's hearth. Close to dozing but not quite, she will offer pleasant, lazy sparks of acknowledgment to drift on Iesaryth's breeze whenever she passes by. Azaylia half-turns when Brieli nears, lifting her hand to return the wave with a smile. She stands, motion noted by the gold's drowsy rumble, walking with bare feet to meet the other junior half-way. A glance for to the retreating man's back, "Work? On a day like this?" She nearly scolds, sounding tired but at least relaxed. The sparks drift on sea breezes, bright even under Iesaryth's sunny day. No strong winds, no dark clouds on the horizon. Perhaps Brieli is making an effort to keep the skies clear, her thoughts away from more serious subjects. She certainly looks better, calm enough, much of the anxious, angry energy around recent events gone. With a slight smile for the other goldrider, she turns back to follow Azaylia's gaze, with a shrug. "There's always work. Though I suppose that was more of a discussion. But it all leads back to the same thing eventually, yes?" As she turns back, she does note, "It's nice to see you taking time, though. Nice to see people out." Azaylia gives a curious hum, "Anything you need help with?" The offer is genuine, but she's not pushing, turning to walk back towards the lake. "The weyrlings were out earlier, but they got tired really quickly." She's attempting not to gush, "But we decided to stay, and relax." Hands reach up to adjust her sunhat, lily white sundress a contrasting compliment to Brieli's own sunny outfit. "It really feels like... people are trying to go back to normal. It's... it feels good." She admits with a sigh, looking back out at the lake sloshing and splashing with so many lively souls. Looking out over the lake as well, "I imagine people would like to move on. Even if it's... not really moving on, things as they are." Up in the air, still. Brieli has a sidelong glance and wry smile both for Azaylia as she explains, "I'm just talking to people about what's been going right, and what went wrong. How they'd like to see things done. I'd like to know some of the reasons underlying... everything that happens, and the way this place reacts." Gaze shifting toward the weyrling barracks, "It seemed wise. I hope they're all right. Did they look well? They're kind of on their own now... I remember Hraedhyth, after Tiriana..." Azaylia folds her hands, successfully offering her friend an ear, while still watching the gleeful commotion. "Oh. Oh, that's a good idea." Perhaps a little guilty, for not thinking of doing the same. She won't dwell, "I was thinking about talking with the Hold, or... it would have been nice to have some of their support, during." Not that they could have done anything, but cutting off ties during a crisis can't be healthy. "Some are still... they lost their sire, and then with Lujayn transferring, their dam." Her smile is strained, "I don't think even Hraedhyth remembers that. Not really. But," A soft huff, somewhat amused. "She seems willing to look after them, as if she does remember what it's like." Not very watchful now, the gold is edging closer to sleep with mostly lidded eyes. "Leova said something once, about how Iolene had gone about things. It stuck with me. I wondered how much it all had to do with that, or the fact that she was an exile, or just suspicion." Of what, Brieli doesn't clarify. But she will admit, "I haven't much thought about the Hold, to be honest. I imagine they'll say there's not much that could have been done. And... they might have a point. And yes, that's what I was thinking." Her lips purse a touch at the thought of the weyrlings' situation before, "Perhaps you should check in on them. Perhaps we both should. It's good that Hraedhyth is willing, though. I don't know that Iesaryth is maternal in the same way. She'd rather just watch them than anything else." There's a pause before, with a flicker of a look Azaylia's way, "Do you think - especially with Lujayn gone now - that... people would rather know someone's in charge than wait to see what happens? These things don't bother me in the same way. But I'm concerned." Azaylia lowers her gaze at mention of Iolene, possibly a sign of respect. "I hate feeling that... that I might have helped, by not supporting her. She was the Weyrwoman, after all." It seems to be her mission, not to let anything ruin the tentatively peaceful mood she has chosen for today. With a hearty, though quiet, inhale, "I think part of it was she wanted to change everything, at once? Or that's what it felt like. Also, because she was an ex- an Islander, it might have seemed as though she wasn't giving the way things are done a real chance?" All of it are questions that she can't possibly hope to answer, one shoulder bumping upwards in a shrug. "Hraedhyth and I watch them, sometimes, during drills. I don't know if she's maternal, or if she knows how to be. But she cares about them deeply." Who knows? The gold dragon might learn how to mother, by looking out for the fresh blood of the Weyr. As for Brieli's question, she answers truthfully enough. "Maybe. I'm sure some people would like to just have someone in charge, but..." She nods towards Brieli, "I think as long as we make it obvious we're united as weyrwomen... why, it should be just as good as having one Weyrwoman. At least until the, uhm, flight." With a little laugh that sounds hollow, "I feel like I might have done many things differently, that would have helped more. But that doesn't make the end any different, does it?" Brieli has a faint, sad smile for that, looking out over the lake again, dark gaze finding Iesaryth as she floats and dives. "Do you think either of those? I don't think you're wrong, I just... I'd like to know what you think." As for the weyrlings, "We might want to speak with them, though. Make sure it hasn't..." She doesn't know how to finish; she just shrugs. The answer seems to be appreciated, and she nods Azaylia's way as she considers, before: "Maybe we ought to say so, then. Say we're both acting until... we're not." After another look around the crowded lakeshore. "Perhaps a party. As well. Not at the same time. That's excessive." "I think if anyone could change the weyr..." It's meant to be a compliment for Brieli, though her soft laugh might sound a tiny bit worried. "I like a lot of how things are done. Not just for tradition's sake, but because the dragons really do seem to know best. Not always," As Svissath has shown them. "But the weyr works. I could see, maybe, putting some more thought into giving women riders... Well, we'd have to talk to Leova about what might be changed." Because Azaylia still isn't quite familiar with them, herself. "Those are little changes. Things to help a lot of the weyr- but it's not turning it all on its head." She bites her lower lip, "Is it?" A nod for the weyrlings, whether the speak to them together or separate is to be seen. "We're both acting. Yes. And I suppose B'sil can stay, if he'd like." Neither for or against the idea, really. "And a party sounds perfect Brieli. Enough time has passed... I think a lot of the 'folk would appreciate it." There's a fleeting smirk, for some reason - though Brieli seems to be aware Azaylia's words are meant as a compliment. "I... I agreed with Iolene in many ways. Encouraged her. But I don't want to make the same mistakes if--" She stops, she shrugs as she glances over toward the other goldrider. "I'm not sure the dragons always know best, or know everything. And I'd know what everyone thinks. Were you aware that a number of the crafters feel this is their home, but they have no influence on it? That they're not truly part of it? I don't know that things need to be broken down, but. I'm curious about what we might think works, but actually doesn't." She doesn't seem to care one way or the other for the temporary Weyrleader, but does seem pleased at the consensus. "I imagine it ought to be announced. But it seems so odd. And yes, given we haven't had one that ended all that well in some time. No inviting half the continent either." She grimaces. Azaylia takes on a concerned frown at the mention of crafters, several worries doing their best to outweigh each other. "Well... we're the weyrwomen. We can give them a voice. I'd want them to feel that the Weyr is as much their home as it is mine." That obviously goes for any other 'folk within their territory. "I can agree that some things need fixing, but I don't want to rob people of their security, either. We should serve the weyr as best as we can." Not that they aren't trying already. "We could have Iesaryth and Hraedhyth spread the word through dragons, and write the Headwoman a letter? Announce it without really announcing it?" A small smile for Brieli's grimace, and a giggle, "Yes. Something just for High Reaches, though..." Her head turns, smile turning a touch smug. "I suppose we could make exceptions for some Fort riders." "I suppose so. I just... I mean, if I were them, I'd want to know there was someone to represent me regardless of changes in Weyrwomen. We might have their best interests in mind, but who knows in turns to come?" Brieli shrugs a little, as if to reinforce the idea that it's all just talk. "Madilla said something about that once. You might ask her, if you were interested. But to be here that long and to only have a far-off craft and good will to rely on..." She shakes her head a little. "It's interesting. Anyway." Tweaking the ruffle on her skirt, she says with some relief, "That seems like a good idea. I don't quite love the idea of something more official or public. Excessive." Again. Azaylia's last has her quirking a little grin the other goldrider's way. "I just don't want issues like graduation." And then, quietly, "He's been good to me." Azaylia gives a nod that borders on excitement, "I'll ask her." Any excuse to talk to Madilla, though she likely has several at this point. "It's something we both understand is important, at least?" So no matter who becomes weyrwoman, things should get better? The junior gives a stretch and tugs the baby blue bow from her chin, sunhat falling to rest behind her dual buns. "Really? Good. I was afraid it would be too sneaky." Happy that her idea is a good one, she begins to walk towards the warm sand. Just close enough to bury her toes in it, "I can tell you, Hraedhyth isn't about to rise anytime soon." Some relief, especially since they're planning another party. With bright eyes, she gives Brieli a knowing look, "I'm glad you have him. I... You deserve someone wonderful." No doubt everyone does, but especially her friend. Quirking a smile for the excitement - near or not - Brieli nods. "It'd be good to check in there anyway. Make sure there's no issues with her transition." Speaking of crafter business. "And I suppose that's true." Kicking off her sandals as she follows Azaylia onto the beach proper, "I don't think it's sneaky. The Headwoman will pass that on to anyone who needs to know; between dragons and gossip, the rest is done. And you can tell? I... I don't know. I think I will, but right now, your guess is as good as mine." Her gaze seeks out Iesaryth again, wondering, "Will her color even change that much? It's hard to tell." There's something of an odd expression on her face, possibly the subject of potential flights right next to the subject of N'rov has something to do with it. Seeming embarrassed, "I don't know that I deserve what I have, but I'm grateful for it." Azaylia is quick to reassure, "I can be sure that she's not proddy, at least right now. And I certainly don't feel any different. I mean, I do, but that's from..." Her hand makes a motion towards the weyr, towards the past few months and all that has happened. "I figured, dragon talk is the fastest way for information to get around..." She turns to seek out Iesaryth in the waves, eyes trailing down to find the great tawny bulk of her own lifemate. "It'd be strange, if they did change colors. I can't imagine Hrae being bright and shiny... or Iesaryth being even more so." With a soft laugh, she gets her feet deep into the cooler levels of the sand. "You do, Brieli. You deserve it all, and if anyone tells you otherwise... well. I'll have a word with them." Words are firm, but gentle, giving one the idea that she would just talk to someone so nasty. "We're thinking too much. C'mon, let's see if we can bury Hraedhyth in the sand." Or something. Anything to retrieve the peace of a day off at the lake. Brieli gives a quiet laugh. "That might take a little while," she says, dubiously. But Hraedhyth's not moving, and she's been done with serious subjects for weeks now - so she'll follow Azaylia's lead, aiming for some fragile peace of her own. |
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