Logs:Restive and Restless
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| RL Date: 22 March, 2015 |
| Who: Alida, Edyis |
| Type: Log |
| What: Former Sensei and Student reconnect |
| Where: HRW Galleries |
| When: Day 2, Month 5, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Partly-cloudy; seasonal. |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions, Irianke/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions |
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| For some reason known only to herself, *this* particular clutch of eggs sees Alida visiting it a little more often than she might usually, the blonde settled near the stony railing that overlooks the Sands, her elbows propped upon it as she gazes down. With Niahvth a napping presence near her treasured gold egg, the bluerider is 'free' to stare to her heart's content...and occasionally peer at something settled by her side upon the long, stone bench. It is not a conscious act, the footsteps that lead the dark-eyed former scribe to the galleries. Then again, there may be subtle differences that those who know her best would only see. The long dark curls left to tumble loosely about her shoulders. The colorful patchwork skirt that seems made for a woman somewhat taller than Edyis herself. The sleeves of the blouse that too have been folded neatly back to compensate for subtle differences. Suprise tints her expression, when she notices the gold and eggs, but it is only Alida's presence that holds the girls attention. Dark eyes focused as soft steps draw her to the bluerider's side. "I was hoping I would find you though I didn't expect it to be here." Motion is as much of a cue-off as sound, and with those small shifts of Alida's attention from eggs to whatever's at her side comes the noting of the 'new' Edyis while the not-scribe is still a longer distance away. Those often cool green eyes don't look for long, though, the bluerider apparently waiting for her former student to get closer before she more steadily affixes her vert gaze to dark, then notes in a near-whisper, "Things change, now 'n again." A sweep of all senses over Ed's form take in all that she is and might be experiencing, and finally 'lida murmurs again, "Good t' see ya." Edyis's lips twist gently; warmth flooding her expression. "Indeed they do. Now and again." She echoes, glancing to either side of the rider before settling into an open space, reaching into her bag to produce a smaller cloth bag. "I missed your turnday, but I did want to make sure you received your presents before I leave." If perused the contents would reveal a small leather pouch of jerky, a full bottle of whiskey, and a sizable bottle of oil that Alida might recognize as the kind Edyis often uses on her hair and occasionally Pyrite. "I hear that things have been wild here while I was gone." And for once, at that sight of warmth directed at her from another person, Alida doesn't twist her lips, make a glib joke, or roll her eyes. Not now. There's only a faint hint of a smile from the bluerider for Ed before she leans back from her lounge upon the railing, a few vertebrae heard clicking as the woman stretches, then shifts those hides at her off-side into a pile. Murmured quietly when Edyis begins to mention that passed Turnday, "I fergot, too..." slips out casually, and is quickly enough halted by the presentation of gifts. An owlish blink finds a rather oddly-pleased bit of a rarer smile appended to it, the 'rider accepting cloth bag in curious hands, then opening it to review the contents with curiosity, enjoyment, and satisfaction in her gaze. For a second, a sigh is heaved, green eyes glued to the bottle of oil for some moments before the bluie allows her gaze to lift firmly to Ed's again with a low, "Thank you." As if magically summoned by the exposure of that vial of oil to the light, a certain faintly-pudgy gold firelizard zips into the cavern upon diaphanous wings, and - once near the two women - softly flutes her enjoyment at being 'reunited' with Edyis as she attempts to land on the not-scribe's shoulder and rub cheeks. Quiet amusement touches Alida's expression and tone as she takes in the fond greetings, then murmurs once more, "Nothin' outta' character fer the 'Reaches." Smirk. Edyis chuckles softly as the little gold lights on her shoulder, paying tribute as is due the little creature. "What would this place be without its history of bad behavior I wonder?" Moving to look out over the railing at the eggs arrayed there in the glittering sands. "You seem more at peace than you were." She notes finally. Soft sounds of pleasure and enjoyment flow out of Pyrite's long throat as she crawls all over Edyis' shoulders, rubbing her soft hide against skin, and finally only stilling to a perch when Alida mutters to her pet, "Enough, squirmy." For the other female's words of their home, the bluerider responds with a low, "*Not* 'Reaches..." while rolling her eyes, then offering Ed a dark bit of a smirk-smile. "Peace is the bane uv' people like me." Pause, peer. "Enjoyin' yer travels?" Edyis grins, and doesn't seem to mind, though the settling of the squirmy beast is appreciated. The question elicits a sigh, "They have been educational, to say the least. I am sorry for not giving any advanced notice; I didn't have much warning myself." She admits resting her elbows against the rail, hands folding. "It has been different, humbling in a lot of ways." Pyrite's glad enough to have extra attention from her usual 'perch/feeder on-the-sly,' her chipelings now self-satisfied, while her mistress listens to, observes Edyis' reaction in her usual, unconscious fashion. There's some quiet moments that pass while the blonde digests what the other female has to say, and when she finally responds, it's with a small bob of her braided head, and a subdued, thoughtful alto, "Back when I was a kid, my Journeyman said somethin' that I didn' understand...but it stuck with me, anyway." Green eyes hold dark ones levelly. "The older I get, the more I discover how little I truly know." Nod. "I think I'm finally starting ta get those words." Edyis chuckles darkly, "I think that might be the world's oldest truth." She rubs a finger absently at the little gold's skull. "Did your Journeyman also know a cure for restlessness?" Those dark eyes drifting over the eggs, studying the shapes and colors as though committing them to memory. "Glad yer finding it out sooner, instead uv' later, like I did..." Alida notes only a little sourly back to Edyis, the bluerider gazing back out at the eggs upon glinting sands, again. Sigh. "No. Just gotta work it outta' yer system in the best ways ya can...like getting out enough inta' new, interesting places." More stretching of her form leads into a slow point towards the mounded-up, largest egg, and the bluie's vaguely-wry, "Wonder how much trouble *that* one's gonna cause." Nose-wrinkle, smirk. "The rider of its momma sure seems ta have a penchant fer the heirarchy." Is that a snippet for Ed's restless mind? "Hear anything interesting out there in the great beyond?" Edyis shakes her head, "It really is a lovely egg, just a shame about the color. It has probably already started all kinds of trouble." The girl points out, with a sigh. "Nothing that you wouldn't have heard before I did. I've been traveling the northern trade route with the Beowin traders and traveling the slow way at that." "Enough uv' 'em are..." Pretty. Another offer of information to out-of-the-loop Edyis: "Seems like Igen wants half uv' the clutch as its own: greens, blues, browns." Beat. "Our 'esteemed' Weyrlingmaster's totally pissed-off about that." Cue Alida's shark-like grin. "Dunno... seems fair ta me." Shrug. A look over to Ed at word of the clan she's traveling with presages the blonde's easy, "Sometimes the most insignificant snippets are the most important ones." Smirk. "Sometimes." "If it is what it appears to be," Edyis states dismissively of the egg. "Either way we need the second queen, whether there is one in that shell or it is the gold on the sands. Last I looked we have a pretty healthy number of the smaller colors unless I was mistaken. I think Quinlys is probably more upset over the rumors of Igen's current political turmoil." "True, that..." Alida murmurs of the mounded up egg, then sliding her gaze partially over to peer at Edyis...the bluerider smirking softly. "Personally, I think I'd rather have the new one, instead uv' a goldrider already so set in 'er ways." Another caual shrug dissmisses the large egg, the blonde nodding judiciously, then factoring in a definite, "And Igen's apparently lacking 'em." Smirkie. "Kinda interesting, ta see 'er so fuckin' fired up enough ta say any old thing." Edyis considers the weyrlingmaster and her outbursts. "I am not one to judge. I got kicked out of the Records Room because I didn't understand why I needed to explain in great detail and length why someone has to wash their hands before handling the records. Why things like dirt and oil are dangerous to paper and hide and can over time cause yellowing and help speed the deterioration. They still haven't let me back in, despite letters of apology to the staff and head woman." The irritation can't be completely stricken from her voice. "Pride in your work, has some painful pitfalls." She frowns, "Hopefully, not. You placing any bets on candidates yet?" Watching the bluerider and her pet with a smile. "*I* am..." Alida mutters low, darkness in her eyes, her alto touched with old anger...that fades when she listens to Edyis' scribe-esque woes. "Heard a couple 'uv snippets about that off the grapevine." Shrug. "Maybe someone got their panties in a twist, as well." Alida: glossing over potential personality pitfalls? Why not! "Fuck 'em right up the aisle. Yer doin' what cha' *want* now, Ed. Why limit yerself?" As Alida re-corks the oil, settles it and her other gifts back into the little bag, she can't help but shaking her head at the other female's inquiry, and cracking a sharp smirk. "Don' care, honestly, especially since the leadership's limiting choice again ta mostly the Weyr itself, it seems." As Pyrite relaxes into the attentions bestowed upon her hide, her mistress finds her attention drifting up to Edyis again in assessing fashion for a few moments, Alida then muttering low, "Yer Weyrfolk. You got a right ta ask, if yer interested, y'know." "It is only frustrating because I can't access the materials I am used to having access to. And it was far more punishing to me than the other person." It is entirely possible the scribe can no longer recall the name or face of the person in question. YAY! alcohol. She chuckles at the assertion, it is the blue rider's comment though that has dark eyes shifting back to Alida. Edyis turning her back to the sands to look at the blonde more fully, setting her elbows on the rail. "Can't say I haven't considered it, but I don't know that I would have more luck than the last two times. Feels kind of strange too, standing for a clutch that isn't Iesayrth's." "Ahh... Yeah, I c'n understand *that*..." Alida admits softly, her lips twisting a little in empathy with Edyis. As for the other's hesitancy, the bluerider nods a couple of times, notes low, "It's not somethin' ta do on a whim. Shells; *nobody* knows, Ed. Enough kids seems ta Stand multiple times before getting chosen." The blonde's Impression was uncommon, in that respect. As for the deceased gold, "Sure it does...but...she's gone, Ed." Instead of cool and unemotional, this time Alida sounds more understanding as she engages the not-scribe...Pyrite churring her support over to the young woman. "Can ya' think of any better way ta honor her memory than Standing... *if* you want." By this point, the bluerider's starting to gather up her hides and that little bag of gifts, beginning to slowly rise from warm stone. "Lemme' buy you a drink before ya head off again. You got sevens ta think it over, anyway." Edyis nods to that, to the fact that there's still time to consider it. "That drink sounds pretty good right about now. " Sighing and rubbing the back of her neck. "Yeah, she's gone." Edyis murmurs, frowning at the words. She falls into step with the bluerider. "I will think about it." She promises. |
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