Logs:Craft Chat
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| RL Date: 27 March, 2012 |
| Who: Azaylia, K'del, Lirienne, Toren |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: A log continuation from [1] in which a trio of apprentices get acquainted. Azaylia meets someone who is actually more shy than she is. And it's adorable. |
| 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. 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?" Lirienne moves her plate around, until it's situationed the way she wants. "Uhm.. well. Spring colds, still." There is a pause, before a rise of color tides up towards her face. "Oh, my m-manners." And then she turns towards Azaylia, "I'm Lirienne. One of the apprentice healers." "...maybe he thought I was rude?" Azaylia's lips answer Lirienne's introduction with a distracted mumble, unaware of doing so even after she snaps out of her thoughts. "Azaylia." Soft voice greets with a similarly tempered smile, "Apprentice beastcraft, I'm very pleased to meet you." Gaze slides back over to Toren. "Both of you." Sweetly genuine tone might make sugar in nearby klah unnecessary. Toren smiles, "And I'm Toren apprentice harper." He nods to Lirienne, "I know I have to wash my hands about a hundred times a day when I'm helping my mother teach the children, they all have snotty runny gross noses. I saw one of them blow a bubble with his snot. I mean it was pretty cool, but disgusting too." He shakes his head, "Nah he's got important stuff on his mind. Apparently there is going to be some new construction going on. They were talking about making a rider only type lounge for one of the ideas." Lirienne shakes her head, "People c-come and go, quickly, here. To k-keep warm, probably." There's a quick sighting of a smile, before she starts to eat. However, it's only 2 bites in, before she's being called again. Another apprentice - the Weyr seems to have a multitude of them - going a mile a minute about where this or that oil is. "P-pardon. Thank you for the invitation, th-though," she offers to the two seated. Her plate is picked up - but left with at one end, and then she's off to find the missing oil. Azaylia's appetite isn't discouraged by the talk of snotty noses and she begins the balancing act of inhaling her meal, though politely. The double helping of reassurance comes as a surprise, the beastcrafter swallowing and having nothing to show for her earlier fretting other than a gentle giggle. "I know... he's very busy." He being K'del, naturally. Though he's not the only one as Lirienne is called away so quickly after polite farewells are exchanged. Spoon hovers in the air in front of her curled lips, Azaylia watching the healer apprentice's retreat. "She's as flighty as a wherry chick..." It's all but an admired coo at the nervous young woman's behavior. And yes, the hypocrisy is completely lost on the beastcrafter. Toren gives a way to Lirienne, "See you later, don't work too hard." His advice will probably be ignored, "Well she's a very dedicated healer and you know how those types can be. If anyone needs help they are the first ones to volunteer and sometimes they get taken advantage of." He shrugs a little bit, "Anyway, so you said there were pregnant mares, can I come watch a birthing?" Azaylia seems startled by Toren's assessment, but then that's not a difficult feat to pull off. "Oh..." Comes the pensive whisper as she fills her mouth with mashed tubers, already putting a healthy (or horrifying) dent in her food. "I couldn't think of a single person who'd take advantage of such a sweetie." Though she tries not to dwell on such a negative thought. "Mmn? Mmhm." Azaylia confirms after a swallow, "Mares and herdbeasts. Spring is the time for babies." A coo is given before she fully understands his question. "I... guess it couldn't hurt. I mean, it really honestly could if you didn't listen and weren't quiet and upset the mama." The conditions are rushed out on a delicate exhale, "But if you promised to be good, I think that'd be alright." Toren nods, "I'd hope not, but sometimes it happens and they don't mean too." He sighs softly, "Sometimes stuff can happen that you don't mean to happen and it just takes on a life of it's own." He shakes his head a little bit and takes a long drink of his klah, "Really yes I'll just stand in the background and watch the miracle of life happen." "I'll have to check with Journeyman Mack," Azaylia insists gently, though there's a smile for Toren and his enthusiasm. "But it is really something to see. A miracle." She agrees, a happy sigh leaving the tall young woman as she puts the remainder of her meal out of it's misery. "Do..." Comes the tentitive attempt, "Uhm, enjoy being a Harper apprentice, then?" Toren smiles, "I will go check with him to see if it's all right." He nods, "Yes very much so if you would like I can get my guitar and play some music for you while you eat. Or I can just sing I have a very nice tenor voice." Azaylia reaches for a napkin she may or may not have forgotten about until that moment. Dusting over her lips and wiping at the corners, she looks to Toren, "I'd love to, but I have to go back to my room and..." Head lowers with just a touch of embarrassment. "Well, I haven't written to my family in while and I don't want them to worry." Rising to her feet she reaches for her tray and plucks it up, though not without giving the Harper apprentice a dip of her head. "It was nice meeting you, Toren. You remind me of my younger brother." With a parting giggle, she makes her exit. Toren gives a wave, "See you later Azaylia. Enjoy your writing." He gets up to head out to practice. |
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