Logs:Proceeds
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| RL Date: 27 March, 2012 |
| Who: Azaylia, E'gin, K'del, Lirienne, Toren |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Various riders and residents catch up over meals. K'del talks to E'gin about possible ways to spend the Boll marks. |
| Where: Living Caverns, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr Stalactites hang high above this enormous cavern like a jagged chandelier or an inversion of the Spires themselves, but shadows cling to them instead of light. Below lie great tables arranged in rows, each large enough to serve a fighting wing, while in the nooks and alcoves around the cavern's edge sit more sensibly-sized tables, from six- and eight-seaters down to intimate spots for just a couple of diners. The only really open space is around the kitchen entrance, smelling of food and rarely quiet, and by the nearby serving tables with their long buffet of the day's offerings. Tapestries on the smooth walls -- some faded and others newly woven -- only slightly mute the sea of sound when a meal is in full swing, but they add cheerfulness augmented by the glowlight from wall sconces and the centerpieces of each table. Still, shadows always creep along the ceiling and into the mouths of the exits -- the myriad small hallways at one end of the cavern and, at the other, the twisting tunnel to the bowl near an array of coathooks and and hatracks -- and late at night, when the glows are allowed to dim, the chamber can seem very dark indeed. It is cool out, and the air is muggy but at least it isn't raining. Inside the caverns it is a bustling spring afternoon, nondescript and lacking anything out of the ordinary. E'gin is doing nothing unusual for him. He's tucked up near the hearth, on a couch. Doing something as equally unexciting as the day, studying charts. With nothing to fuss about himself he and Vysravth have become even more obsessed with perfection. Every movement during drills is analyzed, re-analyzed, determined if they could have done better, how, why or why not. At least he has started to do he's studying in public, and it has been keeping him out of trouble. Enter K'del, from the bowl, running his fingers through his helmet-mussed hair at the same time as his attempt to shuck free his jacket. Once he's succeeded - after waving his arms around idiotically for a few seconds - the jacket gets slung over one arm, and the Weyrleader, dressed formally for all that his top button is now undone, makes his way towards the hearth. He's partway there when he notes E'gin, but the brownrider doesn't get a greeting until he's standing in front of the hearth, warming his hands backwards so that he can say, directly, "Afternoon, E'gin. You know you don't need to work all the time?" It isn't until he is addressed that E'gin notices the weyrleader warming himself in front of him. "Afternoon." Is said with a slight grin, and he sets the chart down, adopting a cooling mug of klah in its place, "I suppose not. I do get down to the Snowasis from time to time." Then there is that awkward moment when a person is trying to figure out what else to say, he sips at the mug to cover, "How are you doing, weyrleader? I hope all is well." K'del dumps his jacket onto a vacant seat nearby, apparently unconscious - or perhaps just not showing it - of the potential awkwardness of an abortive conversation. "Good for you," he says, approvingly. "And those extra duties down at Boll aren't taking up too much of your time, I hope?" Some people have been complaining about it, but really, Boll-duty is no more onerous than any other. "well enough. Well enough, certainly. All's fine." He's running his hand through his hair again, sending curls that have grown over-long tumbling this way and that. Seems to settle into the conversation, no need to be awkward if the other party doesn't notice, even turning to angle himself toward the other rider. "Boll duties? No, duty is duty after all. If we can do anything else, let me know, I haven't really figured out how to fill up my time outside of drills. I'm a little old for a craft." A frown draws lines in his face, he starts to open his mouth, changes his mind and inserts mug. When the cup is settled back in his lap his grin as returned, "Any pointers for us? It's almost been a turn now. Anything we should be better at by now?" His half self deprecation given with an easy smile. "Hobbies," is K'del's quick answer to that first remark, though his expression is quietly amused for it. "I had big plans for what I was going to spend my time on, when I first graduated. Then..." Then he ended up Weyrleader. "Travel, too. Get to know people across Pern, all that." He shifts, then turns to drop himself bonelessly into one of the nearby seats, just next to his jacket. "Seems to me you're doing fine, E'gin. No complaints. Anything you're not feeling sure of?" E'gin laughs genuinely, "Yah, well, "weyrleader" sounds like a more exciting hobby than learning to knit." Because apparently that is all he can think of when it comes to hobbies, "Knitting is probably less stressful though." A crooked smile, belies a testing tease. "Oh we travel some -" He pauses, "-mostly when Vysravth is looking for something to chase after, but at least I get to see a little bit of Pern when he loses." There is a soft shake of his head to the question, "Not really. I mean - Unless there is..." He pauses, "It isn't that we don't like doing what we are doing. I am happy to fulfill my duty to the weyr, but if you ever have something," Another pause as he searches for wording, "More challenging that you trusted us with, we'd be happy to do it for you." 'Exciting' doesn't seem to be K'del's word for it, because he laughs - a sharp bark that gets followed immediately by a rueful smile. "Vysravth sounds like Cadejoth was. Always after another green." The rest of what the brownrider says has the Weyrleader hesitating, his fingers curling around the leather of his riding gear as he considers it. "I'll keep that in mind," is his apparently genuine promise. "In the meantime... it's been suggested to me we do something with the proceeds from Boll. Something for the weyr. Like - tables by the lake, or improvements to something, or a building project... any thoughts?" E'gin has learned enough, at least, to drop the previous conversation when it is at a promising moment, "Something for the weyr, eh?" His fingers tap thoughtfully as he considers, "I don't know how the resident dorms look, but the barracks could have used a little fixing up." He tilts his head slightly, "The craft area is pretty new, right? Anything else that might attract people who do business? Maybe a place for traders to lodge up, near the bowl? The Weyr could rent it out if it was nice enough." K'del and E'gin are sitting by the hearth, engaged in quiet, and generally quite casual, conversation, for all that the Weyrleader is dressed in his most formal leathers. "Hmm," he says, in response to E'gin's suggestions. "Can see some appeal to that one. Way to make more marks out of our marks, right?" He pauses a beat, and then adds, "One suggestion I heard was to fix up the hot springs outside the weyr, make 'em nicer in spring when it's all muddy like it is now. Something rider-specific, since the riders're the ones doing all the work." Toren comes into the Living Cavern from the Bowl and he's all wrapped up against the cold. He moves over by the hearth to get warm before he sits down. He gives a polite salute to K'del and E'gin before he starts to take off the cold weather gear and he hasn't tracked any mud in as he stomped his boots off before coming in. "Yah, I mean, I rider-specific could be nice, but if we could bring in marks for the weyr it would benefit us in the end anyway right? Like an invest for something even nicer in the future." E'gin grins broadly but can't help asking, "Still what was suggested for riders? I mean, if you wanted to get me new furniture I would say no." The brown-rider jokes with a laugh before his attention is stolen by Toren, and he quietly waves off the salute. "Afternoon. How's it going?" K'del sounds thoughtful as he clarifies, "The /rest/ of the marks'll be saved, but you're right, there's benefit in an investment, too. Something to think about." He doesn't notice Toren until the young man salutes; then, his attention flicks in that direction, startled but not enormously so. "Toren," he greets, idly, before turning his attention back to E'gin. "The springs was one, since that's really only accessible by air. /I/ suggested a second bar, something in one of the sky weyrs, but it could be as simple as a lounge for riders, you know? Other people just wanted extra marks to go shopping, but that's not really what we're after." Though clearly, given his expression, he's amused by the idea. Toren gives a smile, "Good afternoon to both of you. Cold." He takes off his gloves to extend his hands towards the hearth to warm them up. He just listens politely now to the conversation, but it sounds like they are adding to the Weyr and he knows what he's like to see. "Second bar could be good, for us, could be an investment as well for visiting riders. Though, less reasons for them to stay and give the weyr their marks than traders with the betweening and stuff." E'gin grins at Toren, "It'll only get colder. Toren." He repeats the name after K'del, to learn it. "But the hearth is always warm. Not sure we've met. I'm E'gin." Toren looks over at E'gin, "It's nice to meet you Rider E'gin. I've been told it's supposed to get warmer not colder." He shivers at the thought of it getting colder. Now that he's starting to warm up he takes off his jacket, "A second bar? Isn't one enough?" "Sure, it'll get warmer now," agrees K'del, easily enough. "But winter-- well, you saw what it was like, and this last one was relatively mild." He reclines, leaning back against the back-rest of his seat, his long legs stretched out in front of him. "Bar makes money for the weyr. Thinking something less bar-like, though, and more just-- casual. Like the resident common room, but for riders. We'll see." Maybe it is because he hasn't been hanging out with any very much but E'gin just gives a half shrug, "Could be nice." Toren gets a grin, "Sure, summer is coming but then winter." He nods in agreement with K'del. "Just E'gin is fine, please." His grin at Toren widens, "How long have you been here Toren? And it sounds like you came form somewhere warmer, yah?" Toren nods, "And it was freezing." He goes to get something hot to eat and he comes back with a heaping plate. He sits down to start to eat and he listens, "I am from Harper Hall and almost any place is warmer than here. I can't wait til the cold is over and we can get out and about more. "About four and a half months." He says in between bites to answer E'grin's question. While Toren is gone, there's plenty of time for K'del to consider E'gin and say, finally, "But none of these ideas are final, you know? That's why I'm asking around. Your trader idea has potential. If you think of anything else, you'll mention it? Please?" When the harper returns, the Weyrleader looks amused. "We may be up in the mountains, but it's really not colder here. Long winters, but not that bad. You're exaggerating." His expression, at least, is amused: harpers! A pleased look passes E'gin's face and he nods to the weyrleader, "Of course I will." As Toren returns with a piled plate he gets a chuckle and an approving nod, "So you're a harper apprentince. You enjoying it." K'del's comment gets a grin, "It may be the length that makes it seem so cold. Still, even the winters seem pleasant here." Even turns later. "Are you staying then, or is this a temporary station?" Toren hmms as he swallows a forkful of greens, "A harper never exaggerates, we always strive to tell the truth to the best of our abilities." He nods, "Yes, I'm here with my parents they are both posted here for the time being. Helping to teach the weyrchildren and to search out any worthy talent that might go back to Harper Hall." K'del, too, seems pleased by E'gin's response, and gives the brownrider an encouraging nod. Toren, however, makes him laugh. "If you say so," he says, still sounding amused, and clearly as though he doesn't really believe the apprentice. "Mm, the length no doubt doesn't hurt. But you're right, E'gin: they must be absolutely pleasant, in comparison, when there's warmth and shelter and security. Brr." His shudder is definitely a real one. E'gin quietly gathers his things as the conversation continues. "Oh well, don't you have to exaggerate some in songs and stories?" The brownrider grins jestingly as he stands, "I hope you are enjoying yourself here." Toren gets a nod and a grin, before the rider turns to the weyrleader with a nod a smile, "And endless blankets, blankes are delightful. Weyrleader, I hope you have a good evening. Toren." The name is stated as a goodbye. E'gin slips back into his jaket and gloves as he exits, tucking the chart under his arm. Toren gives a nod to E'gin, "It was nice to meet you again." He smiles, "Except for the cold I am. Well as I said harpers do their best to accurately portray the truth and some songs and stories are just made up to prove a point it's not lying it's just made up." K'del's expression is amused. "But the point remains that, as a general rule, Fort gets much more snow than we do. Go figure." His gaze tracks after E'gin, following a sharp nod of farewell to the brownrider; then, slowly, it swings back around to Toren. He and the harper are sitting near the hearth, engaged in a quiet conversation while the younger of the two men eats. "How are things going, anyway?" Even with a turn or two on her side, the flower has failed to build up a tolerance to even the cool spring nights of High Reaches. No, she'll have her petals all nicely wrapped up in an oversized coat, thank you. Even if the garment seems to be missing it's calling as someone's welcome mat. Doing her best not to lumber past like some oversized ursine (though the hand me down certainly isn't helping matters) she comes to a slow halt. Fire. Fire good. A sigh flutters free from her throat as she all but melts next to the hearth, not yet noticing that there are people there- or who they are. A squeak announces her realization, and wide brown eyes peer from the high fur collar, "Weyrleader K'del. Uhm. And company." Knees buckle in a little vertical bow. Toren smiles, "Going good, getting lots of practice in making instruments and only have to remake a couple of them them. It was because I didn't see a flaw that would have tricked even a journeyman." He spots the new person at least to him and he waves, "Hello there, I'm Toren, come have a seat." He has a sip of klah and probably a breath, "There is plenty of hot food." K'del and Toren are settled near the hearth, the latter enjoying a meal; Azaylia has just joined them, still in her heavy coat. The Weyrleader is distracted from his reply to Toren by Azaylia's arrival, giving him only a vague nod before his attention turns away. "Afternoon, Azaylia. Not, you, too? It's not that cold out there, surely. Just damp and cool, right?" Azaylia thinks over her answer perhaps a bit too carefully. Overlong sleeves sliding closer in front of her, fingers find each other to twine and fret. "...And cold?" She finally admits, offering her opinion up for his approval. "N-not as bad as winter, no. And I've been seeing to the pregnant animals," Perhaps she stands a bit taller now in a weak attempt to impress. "...without the coat." But Toren's invitation has her wilting once again, looking the unfamiliar boy's way. "Hello. I'm Azaylia. And I couldn't- that's yours. I will get my own, though. Then join you..?" Feet inch backwards, waiting for a dismissal that likely isn't to come before she's quick to get her own platter. Toren grumps a bit, "For growing fungus maybe." He looks towards Azaylia and smiles, "Oh really are any of them close to having their babies? Could I come and watch? I've never seen a baby born before." Lirienne strides in, dressed as layers, but for the shawl that's over her hair to protect against the damp. Once within the shelter of the cavern, however, that is slipped down to pool around her shoulder, leaving her hands free to scatter a small amount of food onto a plate. Nothing complicated, all simple things. K'del has a sidelong grin for Azaylia, as if he's somehow amused by her response, though all he says is: "Please! Do join us." As the beastcrafter heads off to get her food, the Weyrleader remarks to Toren, "Better wait until she's settled before asking questions like that one!" Not wanting to keep them waiting, Azaylia is hasty in serving herself what looks to be enough food for two beastcrafters. A bowl of soup she tries not to spill, and when reaching for the mashed tubers her chilly fingers brush Lirienne's. Might as well have stabbed the young women as far as Aza is concerned, "OhmygoodnessI'msosorry." Hands reach out, hovering around Lirienne's shoulders as if to catch her, "Ididn'thurtyou?" The quiet exhale streams past her lips, Azaylia frozen as she awaits the damage report. Now she really does look like a stuffed ursine- again, the coat isn't helping. Toren waves a wave to Lirienne, "Hello Lirienne how are you doing?" He calls out to her as he is very friendly, but than again he is a harper. He nods to the Weyrleader, "Okay I'll wait to ask." K'del's head turns in surprise when Toren addresses Lirienne, and he seeks through the cavern to try and track her down; it takes some time. Rather than try and call across, he simply turns back to Toren and adds, "She's a bit far away. May not see you immediately. Seems like you're making friends?" Lirienne steps back at the almost-grab, then shakes her head a bit. "I am fine. Really," she insists, a faint flush appearring. There is a pause, then she nods towards the soup. "That'll hel..p," she adds, stuttering over the last bit of the word as she catches her name - or at least part of it. Turning slightly, she looks towards the tables, then smiles a touch. "I think there is some room at that table," nodding towards the one half-filled by way of Toren and K'del. Azaylia visibly droops with relief at not having horribly maimed Lirienne. Though the stutter catches her attention, an alien sound when it isn't coming from her own lips. "Oh, there is." She assures, perhaps a bit too eagerly, though there is no fear of her voice rising above that audible whisper. "Please, come and sit with us?" Guilt is a powerful thing, and after she's done loading up her tray with warm food she moves to return to Toren and K'del. There are pauses in her stride, if only to turn and make sure Lirienne is following as she reaches the table. "Uhm. Room for one more?" She shrinks, guilt doubling at her impromptu invite initiative. Toren smiles as the women come over and he even scoots over a little bit to make room, "Sure come on and sit down. How have both of your days been? Good I hope." He smiles at K'del, "Trying to be friendly and not overbearing." "Wise man," is K'del's response to Toren, though his gaze lingers there only for a moment as, much more brightly, he adds to the women: "Absolutely, plenty of room. Hello, both of you. In fact--" He looks reluctant, but only a little, as he draws himself to his feet and grabs for his previously abandoned jacket. "Take my seat. Things I need to do, places I need to be. Have a nice evening, all of you." Lirienne has grown some - she doesn't turn too many shades as she accepts the invitation - and greets Toren and K'del, "Good evening, W-weyrleader, Toren. Ah, a good evening to you too," she offers to the leaving K'del, before nodding to Toren, silently. Azaylia tilts her head just a bit, eyes shifting between the two. Taking Toren up on his offer with a small, gentle smile she actually takes up a bit more room than expected. Not just with her hearty size, but with the generous amounts of food she's gathered. Head lifts at K'del's escape disguised as chivalry, not that she doubts his chivalrous...ness. Azaylia's brows pinch in momentary concern, "Oh. Yes, you too. I mean, having a good night and all. Weyrleader K'del." She remembers to tack on, curl to her lips just a touch more prominent. Toren waves to the Weyrleader as he takes off, 'See you later Weyrleader have a good night." He gives a smile to the others as he finishes up eating having started before them. He turns to Lirienne first because he has met her before, "How are things in the infirmary going?" |
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