Logs:Rug Requisition
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| RL Date: 6 October, 2014 |
| Who: Ashe, Minara |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: While the rest of the stores are busy with folks readying for Turnover, Ashe and Minara run into each other in a far quieter cave. |
| Where: Storerooms, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 3, Month 13, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
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| With Turnover just weeks away, the storerooms, even in the typically quiet hours after hearty winter dinners, have quite a few people rummaging through cast offs, hand me downs, and the Weyr's immense supply of random attire. But the furnishings and artwork storage caves are somewhat empty and it's in those that Ashe does her late night shopping. Echoing in the empty cavern, the words, "This rug, or that rug?" is spoken to absolutely no one, even if Ashe might pretend to take in an invisible person's opinion. Minara is one of several of the more literate weyrfolk who have been conscripted lately to help track inventory as traffic increases. At the moment, however, it seems her task is nothing more than count verification, as she has a long, narrow piece of hide with several neat rows of names and numbers. Half of them have been either checked or corrected by the time she enters the storage cave with Ashe. "Was that to me?" she asks curiously, having entered just as she heard the other woman speaking. Smiling, Min waves quickly in greeting before briefly reconsidering her list. "Oh!" Ashe startles, "No. No. I sometimes talk to myself. According to my parents, I've always enjoyed the sound of my voice." Dubious, the teenager sounds uncertain of whether that's meant as a compliment on her parents' part or not. But no matter. The young woman shrugs and holds out the corners of the two rugs she's looking at. "I was told I could requisition a few things to make my room homier, though the size of it is a touch on the small sound of cozy. What do you think?" One is a worn, but once lush, blue loop rug. The other must have been bright and sunny yellow and white stripes at one point, but still retains some of its original color. Minara's answering grin is lopsided, but friendly as she studies the two rugs for inspection. "It's important to enjoy what you can out of life," she muses, distracted, then points to the yellow and white one. "And if you have a small room that's as dark as the rest of the Weyr, I'm thinking that one. Brighten things up more, you know?" She tucks her pen between the hide and the crook of her thumb, freeing her other hand enough to push her hair off her face. "Then again, the other one might be better for winter. I guess I'm not much help." She then closes the distance enough to hold out her free hand. "I'm Minara, by the way." "Mmmmmm...," Ashe takes it all in, looking from one rug to the other and listening intently to Minara's opinion on such a grave subject. "I agree. I wonder if I could requisition both for while I'm posted here." A cocked brow directs to Minara, as if she might have the answer to that. The brown eyes slip to take in the inventory list and the lifts, hopeful. She's a person in charge, right? "Oh, excuse my manners. The longer I stay here, the longer I feel I forget all the good manners my mother tried to instill in me. Ashe of Pairi Hold." "Nice to meet you, Ashe," Minara replies, warmly friendly. "And I'm not sure of the rules, but it seems like it should be allowed. It's not like there's a shortage. If we run low, we can just sew some of those one-armed sweaters together, right?" She might be joking, but her tone is ambiguous. "If you have a room here, does that mean you're one of the staff? Or are you with the crafters?" Ashe tugs gently at the rugs to dislodge them further from their dusty stack and gets them halfway out. They're small area rugs, easy enough for one person to roll up and manhandle out of the storerooms. "Minara, was it? Could you give me a hand and walk me through how to check these out? I wouldn't want to get, someone, anyone? In trouble." Smiling magnanimously, the young woman seems to sidestep the question by asking one of her own. "I think you need to find a clerk or something," Minara answers, grimacing slightly. "I'm not actually with them. Just working for them. All the tithes... and Turnover. And stuff." She shrugs her shoulders and glances back the way she came. "I think there's like... a requisition form? Or something?" the woman adds, pointing with her thumb back toward the main area of the storerooms, where the clamour of people talking can still be heard. "Sorry, it's only my second day in the stores, and they don't run things quite like I'm used to, so... I don't know," she finishes, grin turning sheepish. Ashe shakes her head, though whether there's admiration there is unclear. "Nothing like how the stores are at home. These are much larger, for one," so there must be some admiration, "And yet it feels like it's in such disarray in some ways cause there is just so much stuff." And there she goes being ambiguous in her backhanded compliment. "What do you usually do then?" The slender woman pulls the rest of the rugs out and starts rolling them together. "I'm," she answers belatedly, "With the starcrafts currently, but my parents are trying to make a "good" marriage match for me." The air quotes are heavily audible. "Yeah," Minara agrees as she looks over the various shelves. "But I suppose that's why they've called for some helping hands. So much to keep track of, and there's always something 'walking off'," complete with gesture, "whether from negligence or worse. Always nice to know where things stand." She returns her attention to Ashe and laughs softly, shaking her head at the part about marriage. "That's how I ended up at the Weyr. Got tired of the matchmakers. I'm quite content to go without a husband, thank you very much." Min smirks a little, which quickly relaxes into a smile before she asks, "What do you do with the starcrafters?" Ashe looks at Minara curiously, taking in what the other woman says and tracking her movements from shelf to shelf. "I don't know if I'm completely against the idea of getting married, but one failed arranged marriage later and I'm not sure Benden would really want a minor hold cast off for their next Lord." You know? is bright in the young woman's dark eyes and the diffident set of a shoulder. "I just think something is broken in the way we handle marriages in holds. Not that," she says, giving the Weyr's walls a considering glance, "I'm advocating the Weyr way of life. It seems awkward to have leadership decided by sex." "Not sex," Minara agrees, though it's with a widely teasing smile. "With mating. It makes it a little less ridiculous. Or... not really," she finishes, waiving a hand slightly. "But yes. Exactly. I have all these sisters more than willing to pair up with anyone of my father's choosing. I don't think I'll be adding any gems to that particular collection, personally," Min adds with a slight shrug. "My sisters ended up with the looks. I ended up with a smart mouth. Or so I've been told." The teasing evokes a bubbly laughter from Ashe. "Mating," she agrees, nodding. "It definitely makes the whole concept a little less ridiculous." A sweeping glance takes in the immediate area and whoever might be near by to get offended, no one? No one! Relief! "I wouldn't be so sure about not inheriting any looks," Ashe flatters sincerely, "You've great cheekbones and I absolutely love your hair. I wish mine had those kinds of waves and curls naturally, but I have to spend hours heating up rods and rolling my hair up overnight to even attempt waves." Minara wrinkles her nose slightly, then shakes her head. "Compared to my sisters?..." But she lets it go, then starts heading toward the main storage area. "Come on. Let's get you squared away with those rugs. No need to freeze your feet all winter!" At which point the conversation can fade from the quieter cave as they discuss things like the merits of different types of hair and its various manipulations. |
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