Logs:Aggrieved
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| RL Date: 17 June, 2015 |
| Who: Farideh, Edyis |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: A chance encounter in the stores. |
| Where: Storerooms, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 9, Month 1, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Cold. |
| Mentions: Quinlys/Mentions, Alieva/Mentions, Jounine/Mentions |
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| Though it's been almost a month since they got their weyrs, making the weyr their own has taken a bit longer. Edyis is on her customary perusal of the stores, a small crate and a bucket of unmixed whitewash sitting next to it, near the shelves where paints are stored; and the former scribe seems to be checking off a list on a slate. The headwomen are making their usual rounds in the stores for the day, checking off their own lists and murmuring to each other. It's quite normal now for Farideh to be seen amongst them, giving input and receiving tips for the future. She's been patiently listening, twisting the keys around the ring in her left hand, while Alieva and Jounine discuss maintenance. Though her expression is intent, her eyes occasionally move to other places, observing other parts of the stores. "Excuse me," she murmurs and breaks off from the small group, who barely notice her absence, to walk towards Edyis, clutching her clipboard to her chest. "Edyis." Wariness flickers in those ink-dark eyes as they focus on Farideh, her chalk stopping immediately. "Farideh." Edyis's arms are folding around the slate as her attention is focused entirely upon the goldrider. "What can I do for you." Stiff and somehow formal. As Farideh comes to a stopping point in front of Edyis, her eyes sweep down the other woman before coming to rest on her face. "That is the question I should be asking you." She slants a glance to the shelving nearby. "Is there anything I can assist you with? Anything you can't find here that you need? While they're-- around," is with emphasis for the women still talking down the way, Anger flickers, before it is replaced with something more neutral. "Hardly, I've been navigating the stores for turns; I can usually find what I need on my own thank you." Though the expression remains neutral, her words are not. "I'd rather do it myself than ask for help and be accused of some ulterior motive," the words kept at such a tone and volume as to not carry beyond the weyrlings. "Now then unless there is something you need?" "I see," Farideh says levelly, studying Edyis' face. "I thought perhaps you'd like access to the locked stores, where they sometimes keep the better furniture, but if you're sure." There's a measured smile, that's a little on the thin side, and a curt nod. "I won't bother you any longer, Edyis. Good luck finding what you need." Then, she turns on her heel, and starts to make her way back to the headwomen. "Why because I'm the sort of person who thinks that is the only reason to make friends, or because you believe that I have it in my head that I deserve such accommodations?" The sting of old hurts borne in the words. "The first seems to be your opinion of me the second seems to be Quinlys's, both are inaccurate of course, but... please don't take my word for it." Her jaw twitches softly, and she manages to regain her composure. Farideh is almost to the headwomen when she comes to another stop and half-turns towards the other weyrling, to give Edyis an extremely puzzled look. It only lasts for several seconds before she schools her features and continues her trajectory, seemingly not bothered by the words. Edyis has nothing more to say it would seem, as her attention returns to the task at hand. Albeit more aggressively than before. |
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