Logs:Something On Your Mind
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| RL Date: 4 October, 2009 |
| Who: Dashaya, Kash |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Kash is trying to sneaky-read a letter, but is foiled because of Dashaya's snoring bedmate. |
| When: Day 4, Month 12, Turn 20 (Interval 10) |
| The commons are probably not, exactly, the kind of place one goes to be precisely alone, but given the hour of the evening, they are quieter than they really have been all day. Nakasha takes her leave from the candidate barracks with an air of relief, skulking around the side of the commons towards an empty seat at one of the tables, one hand protectively covering what must be an inside pocket to her jacket, though it's hardly cold enough indoors to really require it. With a furtive glance at the others nearby, she finally seats herself, drawing out a small bundle of paper - a letter, perhaps, which she unfolds, and begins to read. While probably past time for most of the younger candidates to be long abed, Dashaya finds it just the right time to come striding from the depths of the barracks. Her expression really is less than pleased, and however quiet she is, her steps roll with a spark of energy whose appearance is clear: annoyance. Hitching a thick pad of papers higher under her arm, she directs herself to settle at a table and tucks her legs under her with a pointed fluff out of her skirts around her, flipping the book to her page and catching one of her sliver of colors from her fingers. But before she gets too deep into resettling herself, she glances up as if just noting anyone else closeby, other than those that mingle to and fro. "Your bedmate doesn't snore, does she?" Abrupt, huffed. From the way Kash jumps, and hurriedly shoves her letter back into that inner pocket of her jacket, you'd think she was doing something a hundred times more illicit than simply reading her mail. Despite this, it takes her only a moment more to lift her head to note Dashaya, and then laugh - and while it may not be the most genuine and enthusiastic of sounds, the smile that follows is a warm, sympathetic one. "Um--no, no snorers near me, but the boy in the cot next to mine... he's kind of noisy." Her hands slide back towards the table, as if she's pretending they were never anywhere else at all. "Suppose it's only going to get worse, the more of us there are." Dashaya gives the others girl quite a peculiar look as she starts attempting to act as if nothing in the world were amiss, but she shakes her head with a little smirk that says 'didn't see anything'. Warming to her topic, however, she wrinkles her nose in such a delicate way. "Lucky you. The girl beside me.. It is starting to sound like a the owner of a herd of porcine in heat dressed them in Harper blue and attempted to train them to sing as a chorus of first-turn Harper apprentices. And not the ones that would make Journeyman." In other words, rutting hogs, or very loud and disturbing. Even the first implication of her words leaves a dirty taste in her mouth, but she twitches her nose again. That analogy draws a torrent of laughter from Nakasha, followed by one hand lifted to cover her mouth, her brows raising in a gesture of apology. "Shouldn't have laughed," she says, then, though her lips are still twitching in recollection of that particularly delightful turn of phrase. "But nicely said, all the same. Maybe you could try kicking her?" Without waiting for a response, the girl continues, "Find sleeping in a huge dorm like that really weird, you know? So many people, all in one place. Back at home, had my own room... though mostly just because I was the only girl, so there wasn't anyone to share with. But. It's /weird/." While Dashaya might have been amle to keep herself composed, even deadpan, throughout her vivid description, Nakasha's outburst allows her to grin and for that to turn into a laugh, albeit wryly. "I daresay she would stop for but a moment but start all over again, probably louder than before. And then I would never get to sleep, nor any of the rest of the candidates.My grandmother surely never would have stood for such a racket. Were that me, she would have taken a healer after me turns ago. Nor even my younger sister Tadia, and she relishes everything like it were the most delicious bubbly in the whole continient. She would find the act of someone snoring like mad to be fascinating, until she tries to sleep." She's already nodding as the other girl continues. "I do know. It is quite a different feeling than having your own room to yourself, or sharing with one person." Recalling the color in her hand, she smoothes the other over the page and drops her attention to it with a light sweep to start something absently. Nakasha's whole face lights when she smiles the way she does now - it's enough to make her pretty in a way her features on their own don't really imply. "Maybe you're right," she agrees, with a wry shake of her head, at the end of Dashaya's torrent of words. "I was one of the first candidates, so I got to pick my cot; there're definite benefits to being right in the corner. But... not the same as not sharing at all." Leaning forward, she tips her head so as to let her get a better look at what the other girl is doing, and asks, as she does, "What're you working on? Least you've something to do to keep yourself busy, even if you can't sleep." "Lucky you," Dashaya repeats and lifts her head on the second syllable with an easy motion, leaning an arm on the edge of the table and smoothing a fluff in her skirt that the movement disrupted more firmly around the seat. "I believe I was one of the last, so I got one between the snoring child and some other person I've yet to learn the name of." Once all seems well again, she pokes lightly at the pad of paper. "Sketching. I saw a few things that I thought my sister would love to see, so I'm drawing them out for when the mail goes out to the Hold. So, what about you? Looks like you've something on your mind yourself, by the way you jumped near out of your skin and a good length higher when I came up. Some grand story that some of those odd traders or someone from the Harpers made up?" Nakasha makes a face in sympathy at what Dashaya says about her sleeping arrangements, but doesn't make any further comment on it. Instead, still keeping a close eye on the other girl's work, she says, "I envy you that. Being able to draw, I mean. Never been able to do it... Admittedly," and she grins, "never really had the patience to practice, so maybe that had something to do with it. You and your sister are close, then?" Commenting on this stops her from having to answer the question posed at her for a time, but she can't avoid it completely. "A letter," is what she says, finally, with a rueful little upturn of her mouth, and a pink flush that implies something different to what she says next. "Some of the girls in the barracks are convinced I'm having a secret love affair with someone, but it's really not. Still, it's easier to come out here to read, and avoid that kind of teasing." Dashaya perks up there and ticks one side of her mouth higher into a faint little smile. "Heh, you sound like her. She hasn't the patience either. Though, she never has the patience for something for more than a little while before something else catches her eye." This, she grants with a little nod and sets the full weight of her gaze on the other girl. Oh, no. One really can't avoid the look when Dashaya's deep brown eyes are latched upon them. The blush widens her smile into a little smirk, though her pale skin colors in tandem. "Oh, one of those. I'd have no fear about the other girls. They're jealous that they've not any excitement, perhaps. Since we -are- latched into this little session being -good- until the Hatching, at least. And some, longer than that." There's a pause as she returns to something else. "Yes, we are close. Are you, with any of your siblings? Brothers, since you said you were the only girl? Also.. what was your name again?" "Sounds like you miss her," remarks Nakasha, with a fond little smile, as though she's thinking about someone else entirely, even while she's talking about Dashaya and her sister. But she's still flushing as she says that, head ducking every so slightly during the rest of what the other girl says. At the end, she shakes her head. "Really, it's just a letter." Not very convincing, though. "Don't know about being good, though... at least, from what /I/ was told, so long as we don't get pregnant, it's all good. Or are you talking about a different kind of being good?" At least that distracts the attention from her letter, safely snug in her pocket. "My closest brother and I are close. Or were, before he left home, but more again now, I suppose... he's the Weyrleader of High Reaches." Beaming smile; such pride! "Do have a sister, but she's ten turns older, so doesn't live with us or anything. Married. I'm youngest of nine. And it's Kash. Nakasha. But Kash, mostly." Dashaya tips her head to one side without having to consider for too long. After all, it's a simple question. "A little, though it's only been a few days. The Weyr's still growing on me. So different from hold life. And if I wish to see her, I can get the watchrider to bring her up to visit." She smirks a little wider but leaves the topic of the letter along, though the look in her eyes borders on disbelief for a moment. "No, no. That kind of good. Kash," she repeats with a good deal of humor suddenly flooding her voice as she feels out the sound. "Dashaya. Of Peyton Hold. Or Dash, if you're my friend or ..sibling.. One of many." If she puffs up a good bit there, it's probably just a good deal of pride in the name of her home hold, though she continues to wear the pride like a mantle. "Father's the holder, elder brother the captain of the guard." Nakasha, with a bright grin, notes, "I /love/ being here. Always knew I'd love the weyr. My mother never let me visit my brother, even, so... well, it caused an incident and a half, me coming here, but it was well worth it." The grin turns even more merry at agreement on the kind of good they're talking about, Kash's eyelashes going fluttery, though she doesn't remark on it. "Nice to meet you, Dash." Evidently, she's decided already which camp she's going to fall into. "Another holder daughter? Shells. Youngest daughter of a vineholder doesn't sound anywhere near so fancy... probably because it isn't." Beat. "Anyway. Should leave you to your painting, I guess. Need to go to the washroom." Dashaya quirks a brow at the taller girl there. "Do you? I've never been to a Weyr before. But I'm sure that your brother must have told you every detail that they have of the Reaches over... there." Her hand lifts in some direction that might be a representation of the chilly region's direction. "So you probably fell in love. Romantic, the way some can tell it." Whether she finds it thusly or not remains to be seen, the tone lacking judgement on the topic yet. Her grin returns in full with a dipping of her lashes in a wink. "Such seems to be the consensus here. The Blood of many holds has invaded the Weyr. Taking over, since I hear there's a weyrwoman that has hold blood." Reminded of her sketch, she glances down and then back up with a lift of her chin in an upnod. "Oh, no, youngest daughter of a vineholder with a weyrleader brother sounds fancy enough. Would have my younger siblings peering at you. Ah. Good evening then." The hand long paused soon goes back into motion, flicking over the paper. Ah, trees. Or maybe just a really tall boychild with bushy, bizarre hair and ape-like hands. So inventive. "I'm practically an expert," Nakasha assures Dashaya with a grin, as she draws herself to her feet. The rest? She merely shakes her head, turns deeper pink at mention of 'love', and then hurries away. To the washroom. Where she can - wait for it - read her letter in peace. |
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