Logs:Useful Cheats
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| RL Date: 16 April, 2015 |
| Who: Lilah, Lycinea |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Lilah helps equip Lycinea with skills for her time with the traders. |
| Where: Kitchens and Resident Quarters, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 6, Month 8, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Gamil/Mentions, H'vier/Mentions, Irianke/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated. |
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| It isn't until evening that Lilah seeks Lycinea out within High Reaches Weyr. She may not even have warning of the goldrider's presence, given that there is no Fortian dragon arriving in the skies above the Bowl to give any indication. Certainly not the distinctive gold, given the relative young age of the dragons in residence here. Indeed, the goldrider is covered in some hint of road dust, dressed in a soft blue sweater and cream-colored trousers that cling to her legs, paired with her riding boots. The drudge that she stops to ask after the Weyrwoman's assistant certainly doesn't recognize her as a rider, without a knot worn. Evening is a good time to find Lycinea as the bulk of her duties are already discharged. Not all, it would seem, since Lilah is pointed, with a roll of eyes, toward the kitchen's, Lya's former stomping grounds. Now, though, she isn't dressed for dishes and chopping. Now her attire, though not truly fancy, elegantly reflects her change of station. Her long brown skirt and tan blouse are both relatively new, lacking in patches and dotted with embroidery to lend it an extra something special. Now she meets with one of the cooks, not as nuisance to boss, but as two relative peers. "She'll want fresh melon, Gamil," the blonde is assuring the grumpy looking cook with a sigh. "I don't care how you get it, just get it. " It's a tone that combines exasperation with something that verges on commanding. He only scowls and nods and she? Her shoulders sag and she turns to move toward the inner caverns. Lilah is in that entrance towards the inner caverns by the time Lycinea even thinks of turning, though she is held up by allowing one of the kitchen workers to slide in past her, carrying a large sack of tubers. The goldrider's dark gaze follows that worker briefly, tracking him in a subconscious habit to take in everything. But then her attention falls of Lycinea, watching her until she turns, and then offering the hint of a smile. The younger woman stops short when she sees the redhead. It takes her a moment for recognition to dawn, but it comes. "Oh," is soft before a smile blossoms. "You came," as if she hadn't truly expected her to. "Thank you," is oddly heart-felt, paired with the oddly familiar gesture that has her intending to grasp both of Lilah's hands briefly in her own before saying, "I need to change, and get the cards. Will you come to my room?" "The cards?" is the first question on Lilah's part, the hint of a brow lifting there before she tips a nod of acquiescence to the request. She doesn't exactly pull away from that grasp, but there is a hint of tension there before her fingers slide into the pockets of those cream pants as soon as they are released. Not knowing the way, she waits for Lycinea to lead, willing enough to follow. "A deck," of cards, "unless you brought one?" The younger girl asks the question even as she starts toward the residential caverns, with no hesitation, the route so well known that she could probably walk it blind, drunk, or blind drunk. Lycinea offers little else in the way of conversation until they have passed through the common room and down the winding tunnel that have curtains covering some of the doorways to different small bubble caverns housing a few within the same age range. Lya ducks through one of these, where there are five beds total and three obviously vacant of residence, while the last two are obviously used even if only Lycinea is currently at home of the owners. The space is cramped for five, not uncomfortable but close hard if you don't love the people you live with, to be sure. Lya moves for one of the beds, dropping down to pull out the one of the drawers beneath her twin sized bed that were added for convenient storage, producing pants and a different, more non-descript shirt. Lilah remains in the entrance of the room, her gaze eating up the living quarters with a quiet study. She only remarks, aloud, in a musing tone, "I forget how small these really are. You must be glad that three of them are empty." A pause, before she follows with a light question of, "Weyrlings?" "Only just." Empty. The next words are matter of fact. "I wake up screaming now. The healers said it was best not to move me from my room, they thought, so they moved the other girls." Since it wouldn't be fair to make the girls stay with a screaming Lycinea. "They were awful though, so, better all 'round, and fortunate for they dragons that none of them Impressed," though perhaps one or another of them Stood. She doesn't say. There is some measure of softness in response to Lycinea's answer, a buried, subtle empathy that flicks at the edges of Lilah's expression before she continues on the lighter subject with, "You'd be surprised about what a dragon may want. Or perhaps you wouldn't be. I have met some truly awful dragonriders." "I've met asshole ones, but I'm not sure that equates to awful. Even H'vier can be nice when he's not being an asshole," Lycinea makes a face. "These ones-" she makes fluttery gesture to the empty beds, "-are irredeemable." She glances darkly toward one empty bed in particular. She starts stripping off her shirt and trading it for the simpler one with the cavalier disregard of flesh that most weyrbred share. "I'm going to go live with the traders. Not forever," this is resolute, "but for a while and I thought maybe you'd know some card tricks and cheats that I don't yet. I'm good at cards and dealing from playing by myself, but there are things I know I couldn't learn that way." It would be hard to tell that Lilah isn't weyrbred, if one were judging by her reaction to Lycinea's nakedness. She only steps finally into those cramped quarters, so that the door may shut behind her, as she murmurs a light, "Awful exists, too. Rare, but dragonriders aren't special, there." But she does not, simply and accepting, of her opinion of her ex-roommates. And as Lycinea explains herself, the goldrider is apt to listen. "I can teach you everything that I know. Though, cheating traders--." This is paired with a look that weights on Lycinea herself this time, trying to glean something about traders or why she's joining them, perhaps. "Not to cheat the traders," Lya corrects offhandedly as she pulls the new shirt over her head. "Cheat for the traders, I guess. I just feel like I don't have any special skills to offer them and I don't want to end up just... I don't know, feeding the runners or something else awful the whole time I'm there." She sighs almost wistfully, "especially since I'm sort of asking for them to take on a lot. Even if I'm not the one technically doing the asking." She worries at the waistband of her skirt before hastily tugging the drawstring and dropping it over her hips to be bare only a handful of moments until she's pulled her pants on. Lilah's brow curves upwards in a clear question, at the sentiment following that wistful sigh, but silence is left between them on the goldrider's part. Instead, she waits for Lya to continue, shamelessly watching her dress, though her attention is on the younger woman's face rather than anywhere else as she studies her. It seemed to dawn on Lya after some moments that Lilah might be waiting on her. Once the pants are laced, she turns to sit on the edge of her bed to swap from the previously worn sandals to ankle-high well-worn boots. "Did you hear about the cave-in?" Since most everyone has, she doesn't pause before saying, "I was one of the people trapped. For two sevens." "I won't be one of those that imagines that she could ever understand what that must have been like, for you," murmurs Lilah in response, a quiet thing. And indeed, there is no look of sympathy on the part of the goldrider, only that habitual weight of dark eyes as she again falls silent for Lycinea to continue. Lycinea rolls her shoulders in a dismissive shrug that must be well-practiced by now. "I'm having trouble. In the tunnels now. Weyrwoman Irianke has kindly offered to send me to stay with her family to see if it can improve me." She finishes the laces on one boot, and works at the other. "I don't really know much about them, except that they're traders and that she's sending me to the part of the family that works the eastern route," whatever that means, "but I don't want to be a complete burden." "Trouble in the tunnels and trouble in the skies," murmurs Lilah softly, the hint of a sad smile on her lips as she watches Lycinea. "It seems as if the Weyr might not be the best place for you, now." A pause, before the goldrider steps forward to close the distance between them, her fingers falling to the younger woman's shoulder in a brief (awkward) squeeze. "Well, then, let's teach you everything that I know." Lycinea doesn't seem to notice the awkwardness of the squeeze, though it only makes her look up at Lilah as she says "Thank you," in answer to her willingness to instruct, before she moves to pull a mismatched but full deck of cards from her press at the foot of the bed so they can get started with the lesson. |
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