Logs:Broken Shells
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| RL Date: 3 August, 2011 |
| Who: Rhaelyn, Riorde, Iolene |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Rhaelyn makes sure her things are in order. Iolene covets a pebble. Riorde is... just trouble waiting to happen. |
| Where: Barracks, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 23, Month 5, Turn 26 (Interval 10) |
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| When someone goes through your things--it's just /wrong/. Wrong. And it never gets put back in the right order either. So Rhaelyn sits on her cot, digging everything out of her foot press again. She pulls out a dress and shakes it out, watching the ground but--nothing falls out. Riorde lounges on her own cot, bare feet where the pillow should be. Except the pillow's been pulled forward, shoved under her elbows as she toils through a book, stuck somewhere in the middle of it. The shaking of the dress draws her attention, pulling her head up. "What're you doing?" she asks in a somewhat bored tone. The book clearly isn't grabbing her interest-- or else she's just preoccupied. Iolene was luckier. Though the inspection drove her out to the lake it wasn't due to her things being rummaged through as there's nearly nothing in her footpress -- not even grubby shells now. So while Rhaelyn digs and reorganizes and looks for something, Iolene is curled up, blanket thrown over her thin shoulders in front of the hearth. It's Riorde's voice that draws her attention from whatever pensive depths they've sunk to, causing her to turn her chin over her shoulder to look back first at Riorde and then in interest to what's claiming /her/ attention. Rhaelyn drops the dress on the 'searched' pile of clothing and looks up at Riorde when she voices her question. "I'm, checking over my things." The way she says it is...guarded. A little pouch is carefully removed form the press and dumped out onto the cot. Shells and pretty stones clatter together in a messy pile on her matress. "What, in case that necklace mysteriously made its way into your belongings?" Riorde drawls the not-quite-joke as she watches Rhaelyn's trinkets scatter over her mattress. A glance flicks towards Iolene, across the way, and the smile she attempts is rather thin. A sharp look, uncharacteristic of Iolene veers quickly back, at the mention of that necklace, to Rhaelyn and her things. Instinctively, she stands, the blanket wrapped tighter about her shoulders and falling like a mantle to the ground as she shuffles over on bare feet. "You have-," begins the blonde, "A lot of things." A beat passes, where Io's expression is inscrutable, before a smile blossoms. "Do you need help? I can help if you need any." Rhaelyn looks into the pouch and then over at Riorde, "Yes. Because..." She notices the glance shared with Iolene and looks that way too. "You're all too trusting." She shrugs up her shoulders and carefully puts the stones back into the leathery pouch, careful not to let anything break. As for how much stuff she has? She shrugs, "Just hand-me-downs. Storerooms are stuffed with them." Like the scarf that is pulled out and shaken. "I don't think," Riorde says carefully, judgment hidden underneath a neutral tone, "when they said that we could help ourselves to stores, they meant all of it." She stays put on her bed, although this means she doesn't have the best view to identify all of what Rhaelyn's commandeered. A polished light blue one catches Iolene's attention and the sudden smile deepens, and forgetting just who these stones belong to, a hand snakes out from beneath the folds of the blanket to try and catch it before Rhaelyn puts that particular one back into the pouch. "Pretty. Is it from back home? Or a new one?" Gracelessly, she falls to her knees at the side of Rhaelyn's cot and gently hefts the pebble in the palm of her hand, though her gaze shifts from all of Rhaelyn's things to Riorde. "I'll return the winter things when summer comes." Rhaelyn says after Riorde's remark. "If you think it's a problem." Easy come, easy go. She doesn't protest the stone ending up in Iolene's palm, in fact she releases the pouch for the other girl if she'd like to search through the other treasures. "That one is from home. Found a few more around the lake shore and a couple at the gather." There might be a cracked bead or two also if she looks at the treasure. She looks at Riorde and after a moment says, "I think someone is trying to set us up. Would be -easy- for a thief to come in here and stash it in someone's things." Riorde disclaims interest with a quick shake of her head. "I don't care what clothes you have." She makes an effort to appear indifferent too, letting her gaze fall back down to the book between her hands. Her reading doesn't last; as soon as Rhaelyn's spilled her conspiracy theory, Riorde looks back up. "Really?" There's a bit of a scoff to her tone, though her thoughtful expression shows her to be considering the possibility more than she immediately lets on. "Is it so hard to think that one of us wouldn't be tempted by a necklace with jewels we've never seen before?" Iolene plays with the little stone a little longer, but ignores the pouch up until the moment she's prying the top open to put the blue pebble back. "It looked familiar." As if she really can tell the difference between the rocks around here and the rocks from their long lost home. "She might have just dropped it," is her explanation offered of Issedi's loss. "I don't... how could anyone have gotten close enough to take it off her neck. Was she even wearing it?" "They didn't let any of us close to them." Rhaelyn argues. "So, not -us-. Them. And Them that went through our things top to bottom and Them that are dragonriders who come and go and sit and chit-chat and no one questions them. Some of them are...dangerous." She watches Io with the pouch and then looks back to Riorde, "Who would question a smiling dragonrider tucking something into our things. Then? Pow. We're in trouble. Go ahead and don't believe me. Just wait..." Riorde turns a look full of speculation towards Iolene as she ponders the loss though keeps her lips shut tight. "You'd think she'd notice if it was taken off her neck," is what she says. What she keeps to herself is all kinds of slander involving Devaki. "Why'd any of Them want to get us in trouble?" she wonders of Rhaelyn, finally lifting herself off her bed and letting her book fall shut so she can come alongside. Absently, she looks at Rhaelyn's little treasure trove, but it's the conversation that gains her real attention. "Nevermind. That's a stupid question. There are plenty of them that don't like us." Something in what Riorde says causes Iolene to slump tiredly. "At least at home, if you didn't like someone, you could just punch them in the nose. Here, it's like walking all over broken shells and hoping not to get cut." Io eases off her knees and rounds about Rhaelyn's cot to head towards the exit. On her way, she drops the blanket back on her bed. "I need some air." Rhaelyn laughs softly, though without humor, "Did you hear themt talk about us at the gather?" Even though Ri withdraws the question, it's worth a small reminder. She's pulled a set of gloves from the press as Io gets up, watching her go. "Hope it's nice out." Unsurprisingly, Riorde agrees with Iolene. "Easier when you can just give a sharp, swift kick." Her face falls a little as Iolene gets up to go, but she doesn't move to stop or question her. "See you later then," the older girl says instead, watching Iolene until she exits. "Yeah, I heard a little." This to Rhaelyn. "I didn't go around announcing that I was an exile, though." Rhaelyn makes a face about the kicking and hitting, looking at the duo before shaking her head, "And they say -I- am the one to be afraid of." She drops the gloves into the searched pile and checks the press. It's pretty much empty now but she checks the bottom just in case. "Hhhmm..." A sound of agreement to Riorde's remark, "I didn't either. Ylynna did all the talking." Another couple beads are drawn up from the bottom and tucked into the pouch again. |
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