Logs:Indecisive Decisions
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| RL Date: 4 February, 2014 |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: N'dalis/Mentions, Hattie/Mentions |
| In the big leather couch near the hearth, Zhivka sits with her crossed legs and feet tucked up underneath her, shoes on the floor. She looks comfortable except for the expression of concentration on her face as she looks at the pages of the book in her lap. Her eyes are narrowed and she's frowning when when she glances back at a pair of girls, who are particularly loud with their chattiness, that walk behind the couch on their way to wherever they're going. Fortunately, Finne isn't being frowned at, thus isn't one of /those/ chatty girls. At least, not yet. Instead, the young woman saunters in, glances around, and plunks herself down on the couch next to Zhivka with a sympathetic, "Cute shoes, hey. Noisy hens, aren't they?" A bright grin punctuates the spoken words, before she's bending her head down to scribble something on the top most sheet of papers on her clipboard. "Do you think it sounds more ominous to say: We need to talk, now. It's important. Or just, we need to talk?" When there's a girl, who is almost as small as she is, plunking down beside her, Zhivka looks a little more surprised than annoyed. Maybe that was all used up on the hens. Instead Finne gets big eyes and silence that lasts a handful of moments before the blonde says, "Uh, thanks. I guess they just want the whole Weyr to know all their business." The last bit makes her eyes narrow again, but more thoughtful than annoyed. "I guess-- Well, I guess they both sound kind of ominous. I'd be worried either way." "Good. Good." Finne sounds pleased, and surely little hints of the smile she's wearing can be seen in that side profile. "I'm trying to scare someone a little bit. But I don't think he can really be scared much. I think... maybe less words. It'll be fun and funny at any rate." Another silver quick smile flashes upward at her chosen blonde companion. "Well, think of it this way," she confides, her body leaning in towards Zhivka. Or pretend confides, cause her voice is really more a mock whisper than really a whisper. "Now you know just which guys to avoid making out with cause they MIGHT HAVE THE ITCHING DISEASE DOWN THERE." Ahem. "So, I'm Finne, and you?" "Oh," says Zhivka, sounding just a tiny bit relieved that it's definitely not her that needs talking to. "I think that will do the trick. "Especially if you... you know. Never mind." Big eyes again at diseases of an itching persuasion. "That's not how you get those," she says like she's not entirely sure but kind of pretty sure. "Oh, um. Zhivka. I'm Zhivka. Hi." She has a big smile and everything, only tempered by the playful confiding. There's a moment of momentary distraction where the brunette is signing her name off on the paper, complete with a GIANT heart. "Oh, I know, but the important part they hard good and clear, I'm sure. And making out," Finne shrugs cutely, "Can lead to more usually. Doesn't it for you?" It must be a rhetorical question, she's forging on forward. "Hi. Zhivka, cute name, cute girl, cute shoes? Could I try them on? Please?" A heart! Zhivka watches as Finne draws it with a quiet little smile, glancing up at the rhetoric and pursing her lips. Fortunately Finne moves on pretty quickly and Zhivka leans down to nudge them over slightly while also setting down the book she's no longer bothering with. "I guess, sure. If they'll fit. And thanks. I don't hear that very often." Which part of it, she doesn't specify. Finne squeals. It's just this little sound that bubbles up from somewhere not too deep within her. As she reaches for the shoes to try and pull them on, she keeps up a running commentary, "I have tiny feet. Ma always said men like women with tiny feet while women like men with big feet, but I'm not sure if I go around looking at //feet// when I'm looking for a likely mate, y'know?" There's a grunt and a wiggle and suddenly the spritely girl stands with a flourish. "Are you from around here?" she asks, as she studies her feet from every which possible angle. "I don't think foot size /really/ matters," says Zhivka as she watches Finne with her shoes. "Do you look for likely mates very often? You seem kind of young for that." Or maybe she's just a bad judge of age. "Anyway, I don't think it's something you need to look for. It's just something that happens." She can't help the small smile when Finne stands. "They look great on you!" She keeps her tiny feet tucked underneath her. "Not originally." Her slightly watered down accent is Bitran. "But this is home now." Finne's laugh is an honest sound that emanates before anyone could possibly think of a reaction. It's instinctive and ear catching, so much so those two gossiping hens /glare/ at her. "No. No, I don't. But it's fun to talk about as if I do, you know? The other day, I was wandering around the caverns exploring and doncha know, these two women are having some afternoon fun. If you know what I mean. Luckily, someone rescued me from getting too lost." Except. Except, she sounds a little bit sad at that. "Here, you can have them back." The shoes are kicked off much more easily than they were tugged on, before she tosses herself backwards onto the couch with her hands overlapping her belly. "I'm from all over. Pops doesn't like me sneaking up here as much as I do, but I've something to consider and I'm trying to talk to as many people from here as possible. Make up my mind. I'm really bad at it. Even though my dad says I'm super smart. 'Finne,' he says, 'You're smart as a whip, but that's all you've been blessed with, child.' Indecisive is my nickname. Except, y'know, it's not really short for anything at all." Laughing like that can be infectious but Zhivka's laugh is more quiet. "I guess I can see that. And I'm glad you don't. For one, it can be sooo hard to listen to girls go on about their amazing partners." Surely Zhivka knows what Finne means but she'll just try to not think about it too hard. "Oh, thanks." It's hard to say what she might have done if Finne actually tried to leave with them. "Where do you live, then? If not here? The hold?" Zhivka seems to realize that's a lot of questions, pursing her lips. And then asking another. "What decision are you trying to make? I'm usually pretty good at it." "Live with my family in our wagon mostly. Try to avoid places with harsh winters, so I s'pect we'll be gone down south in a few days." Fine pauses to spare a quick, silver-touched grin along with a look of fleeting appraisal to and of Zhivka. "What would you say if someone asked you if you wanted to become a dragonrider? I mean, like, get a dragon, or stand on the sands. You know what I mean, right?" Hopeful that the other woman does, the blue-eyed girl's fleeting study turns into a /deep/ look. "That sounds exciting. Being able to move wherever you like whenever you want. Is it just your family?" Zhivka sounds like she might just ask to come along! But whatever wistfulness was there is gone when Finne lays out the decision in question. "That... is a difficult thing to answer. Were you asked to stand? I think, for me, anyway, that I might say yes." But for someone good at making decisions, she doesn't sound sure. "It's an interesting experience. Standing. I mean, I hear it is." Cough. For the first time in this brief encounter, the bright face fades and lines of weariness score Finne's foreheaad. "Well, it's not too exciting, but it's not all fun and games. You never really get to meet people and once you start getting to know someone, you're off to the next place. So, I mean, I feel like that shouldn't be my only reason to say yes. Wanting to stay put. Just for a little while. Cause what happens when I have to stay put forever?" The brunette chews her lower lip before exhaling the sighiest of sighs. "The Weyrwoman said Impressing was like... suddenly realizing you were actually empty before or something? I can't quite remember, but the emotions sunk in deep. Right here." Two thumps to her chest. Even if the words didn't. Zhivka looks sympathetic for all that she probably can't relate all that well to Finne's plight. "What was the first thing you thought when you were asked? I mean, we tend to second guess ourselves a lot. But our first impulse tends to be the one we really want." She chews on the inside of her cheek, considering the Weyrwoman's comment as reenacted by Finne. "I don't know if taking a rider's word for something like that is the best idea. They're biased. But. If you did become a rider, you might have to live in one place. But you could go anywhere you want in the blink of an eye." "I can't remember." But gamely, Finne shuts her eyes and appears to be thinking quite hard. Her face shifts through a myriad of emotions, before she's ultimately exhaling again. "I think I remember wanting to say yes. That was my first reaction. Wanting to say yes. Would you say yes? Oh wait, you said you would say yes. But I don't know if it was cause I wanted to, or if it was cause the boy who asked me was sooo. Hot." Yep, there's a capital there for hot. "He was one of those dreamy types you think might be the artwork for some kind of romance book. You know? All big, dark, mysterious? Well, no, definitely not mysterious. More- shy I guess. Which could be a turn off." The tangent is shook off abruptly. "No. Definitely not attracted to him. So my yes had nothing to do with him. Yes. I should say yes then. Shouldn't I?" Zhivka wrinkles her little nose, amused by the younger girl's talkative process. "I'll take your word for his hotness. There seem to be a lot of handsome guys around here. But. I think you should do what feels right to you. And, anyway, until there's actually a dragon inside of your head, you can always back out. They aren't going to force--" Zhivka's words catch on that word unexpectedly but she clears her throat and continues like she isn't stumbling over her tongue. "They aren't going to /make/ you Stand, is all I'm saying. So if you think you should say yes, you should say yes. Yes." "Oh." That thought /clearly/ hadn't settled in. "You're right. You're absolutely right." Enlightened Finne turns to Zhivka with cheeks suffused in pink and a bright smile once again to her lips. "I can say yes and then change my mind later and leave. Oh, I'm so glad we ran into each other. You're such a life saver. You're great a decisions and possibly even smarter than me, but don't tell my dad I said that." Finne winks and reaches out for a quick one armed hug. "I really should get this note delivered before I forget. Are you good here? Or should I talk more about ITCHING DISEASES?" She might not agree with all of that about herself but Zhivka isn't going to take this moment to say anything like that. She's smiling, though, which is better than the glare she was giving the gossip girls earlier. "I think I've had enough talk about itching diseases to last a lifetime, actually. But I'm glad we met, too, Finne. And I'm glad I could help." She's glad, can you tell? "You're such a peach. I guess I'm staying here a few weeks longer at least. We should get lunch together some time. There's an interesting eating place... drinking place? Something place at least down that corridor." Finne leans forward to kiss Zhivka's cheek and scampers off, shoeless. "Bye!" |
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