Logs:Adjusting
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| RL Date: 1 July, 2015 |
| Who: Hattie, Aislara, Elaruth, Ryerith |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Hattie goes to Aislara's new weyr to visit her. |
| Where: Aislara's Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 17, Month 2, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Dee/Mentions, Nala/Mentions, N'muir/Mentions |
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| It's early evening when Elaruth, having spent most of the day on her ledge, launches up from the bowl and heads for the newly-assigned ledge and weyr belonging to Aislara and Ryerith. Though it's a short flight, she still has her straps in place, and these wool-lined lengths of leather are carefully stripped from her not long after she's made her landing on the ledge smaller than her own. With said straps looped over her left shoulder and a bottle-shaped something cradled in the crook of her right arm, Hattie waits, not prepared to assume that she can or should move inside. « We've come to visit you, » Elaruth softly calls, her voice a murmur over cool, shallow water. That ledge is certainly smaller than Elaruth's own ledge, as a queen deserves the most space available, but this ledge is far more expansive than Ryerith's old one. The green is inside, bubbling with excitement over the size of her wallow. Her ribbons of thought extend toward her grandam, tickling at the gold's awareness. « Come in! » Her happiness may be contagious as the green continues to turn circles and fuss in her new space that has been filled with pillows and blankets to her liking. Aislara doesn't have enough material things that unpacking takes up much of her time. Her things have been transferred over as of the morning and already most of it is unpacked. It lends the beautiful weyr a sense of sparseness needing to be filled with her minimalistic decor. The soft colors of grays, purples, and yellows of the walls ease the emptiness and give a warm, friendly, tone to the space. Aislara looks up as she hears Elaruth's arrival and the smile she has for Hattie is not in the least bit forced. "Oh!" she flutters forward, moving to hug Hattie if she's allowed, "I didn't think I'd have guests," She fusses over Hattie, urging her onto her small two person couch. "Sit, sit. Tea?" Elaruth doesn't move much, only enough to peer inside and take a quick look around what's most immediately viewable of the inside of the weyr, either not wishing to intrude or afraid even a queen of her small stature is not meant to try and fit into a weyr meant for dragons less than half her size. Still, she shares a sense of approval with Ryerith before she retreats and settles down, letting her tail drape over the edge of the ledge. Hattie is plainly not expecting to be hugged, and so the answering curl of her arms is a moment or so later than it might have been, yet she ultimately lets Aislara herd her where she will and takes a seat on the couch. "That would be nice," she agrees, even as she proffers the wrapped bottle. "Here," the goldrider encourages, "it's fizzy." And a sunset pink colour, whenever it's opened. Aislara doesn't push the hug as long as she has in the past, choosing to keep the contact short and brief. She pauses near the couch and takes the pink liquid with a small smile as she lifts it up to examine closer. "My favorite," she confesses and tucks it close. She hesitates for a moment, looking as if she'd ask something before she shakes her head and moves off to locate cups and a tea kettle. She makes short work of putting the kettle over the small fire before she returns to the couch to perch on an arm rather than one of the cushions. "How are you doing?" she queries, lifting her glass to her lips. That fizzy liquid is already being put to use. For a little while, Hattie sits there a bit awkwardly, then finally makes the decision to take her coat off and fold it across her legs. She takes the time to glance around the weyr, much like her queen did, and though she must have seen it more than once before to assign it to the greenrider, she seems no less interested. Judgements are kept to herself the moment, an answer to Aislara's enquiry provided instead. "Not bored yet, surprisingly." Though it has been less than a fortnight. "Elaruth is thrilled that we have more time together. It would only be better for her if we could get away entirely for a while, but going anywhere... isn't exactly advisable right now." Another quick glance about heralds, "...You like it, then?" "I do," Aislara's answer is simple and accompanied by a small smile. "I really enjoy the colors. I want to go to Weaver and get some blankets in a pink and purple to match the walls. But that'll have to wait until later. I don't want to go too far with two classes of weyrlings around." That she's within her weyr and not out working with either class may show how much she's enjoying her new place. "Not bored? That's good to hear. I hope you're getting plenty of rest." She sips from her glass and then stands to go and fetch the tea from the kettle for Hattie. It doesn't take her long to return with a steaming mug that she hands the goldrider's way. "And the Weyrleader? Is he well?" Simple topics. She makes a point not to look down at Hattie's bump that is no longer hidden by her coat. "If you talk to one of our posted Weavers, one of them might be able to get you something sooner," Hattie suggests, lifting one shoulder as she goes to steady the offered tea with both hands. "Or they might have what you're looking for to hand, if you're lucky." She lifts the mug to her lips to inhale the steam and scent of the tea more than anything else, too daunted by its temperature to take a sip just yet. "...I suppose there's only going to be so much reading and knitting and anything else that I can do before I run out. Times like this, I wonder if I ever should have bothered with a craft." For the matter of her weyrmate, she has a faintly rueful smile that says much without needing a word, for perhaps she's noticed where Aislara won't look. "I've taught some of the classroom subjects to weyrlings before. Maybe that'll stop me from going as mad as they thought I was." A half-second of hesitation silences her, then: "...Nala?" The tea is a floral one with hints of lavender and spice - one of the mixes a cook is famous for making. Aislara seems content to continue to sip at her drink, making slow progress through the glass as she listens to Hattie's suggestions. "I always forget to ask them. It's trendy, I guess? To go to the Hall. More to brag about, though I don't brag," she manages a small laugh though it doesn't linger. At least that fizzy-drink is making its usual round of bringing out her giggles. "We could always use the help. And with Dee a new goldrider, you could still help her adjust best, I think," she comments. There's a slight hesitation on her part that she hides behind another sip of the drink at mention of Nala. "I haven't seen much of her. I've been busy with the weyrlings and now with another class and before...," she trails off, all traces of laughter gone in a flash. She rises abruptly to go and refill her glass. "Seems that she needs some sort of assistance, so far as adjusting goes..." Hattie says under her breath, before she lowers the mug to her lap. "I think she was so set on going home, she never considered what stepping onto the Sands again really meant she was doing. If any of us can comprehend it when we make the choice." She tilts her head a little as she watches Aislara retreat to refill her glass, and whereas silence might be the better policy, she still finds the will to ask, "...Are you telling me that she's left you... on your own?" The when and during what are committed to the quiet. "Ryerith could rise again soon..." Without twisting around, she unconsciously tips her gaze towards the wallow, without quite looking. "I was worried about Dee as a candidate," Aislara continues that topic as she strides back, refill in hand. She makes it on the couch cushion now, settling back against a pillow with a small sigh. "She seemed to be doing it for her parents, for a sense of duty to everyone, and none of her reasons seemed concrete to me. I'll keep an eye on her. Your input will help... she may come to you more than to any of us." She sips from her glass and levels a look at the floor at the reminder of Ryerith's pending rising. Her cheeks flush with guilt and she shakes her head. Words aren't easily found, until a quiet, "I know," is given towards Hattie. "She hasn't left me.. I'm busy," she says in defense of Nala's absence. "Or she'll see my stepping down as a weakness that renders me useless," Hattie enunciates rather too clearly and crisply to keep that statement to factual and nothing more. "But I'd appreciate you keeping an eye on her all the same. I offered to look out for her brother... I don't know if that agreement is null and void, given she's here watch him." She shrugs, the gesture clearly for that matter and not the heavier at hand. "...Do you want me to ask Elaruth to ground anyone? When Ryerith rises?" she asks gently. "Assuming you mean for the flight to be open. If it's not... I suppose that won't be an issue." "Absolutely no one sees it as a weakness," Aislara stresses, looking sharply up at Hattie. "You and N'muir both have let people Act for you. Ali and E'dre did it more than once, right?" She finishes off her drink as she listens further to Hattie and then leans forward to set it on the rickety table in front of them. "J'off," she finally names 'that bastard bronzerider', "said he would behave better. And I don't know if I set any sort of example for the weyrlings by.. making so many conditions.. to Ryerith's flight." She takes a shaky-sounding breath and lets it out through her nose in a sigh. "And I need to keep that pressure off of Nala. To protect me, to make Jynth win, or to be the only pair.. it might force her to stay when she may need an out." She turns a sad gaze to Hattie and shrugs. "So I guess, no thank you." "...I'm not taking the knot back this time, Aislara," Hattie murmurs, part reluctant clarification and part confirmation of what many have been suggesting. "I don't want it. Well... that's not entirely true." The admittance comes a wry moment or so later. "I don't want it more." She lifts her mug, finally daring a sip, then leans forward to set it down on the table. When she settles back, she opens her arms to the greenrider in silent invitation. "I... suppose open flights are a good example," she quietly agrees. "But the example means nothing if serious harm is done. The effect it has on you may not be the example you want to set, if you must look at it that way. I'd see pressure as an acceptable consequences, in some cases." Hattie's clarification draws Aislara into that embrace more than anything else. She hugs Hattie carefully, not knowing how to navigate around the pregnancy. She doesn't linger long as it also reminds her of something she is trying very hard to forget. "I hope that Lilah will do the Weyr proud and she is able to work well with N'muir in your absence," Aislara murmurs, keeping her voice lowered for the seriousness of the subject. "I.. may need to speak to a mindhealer," she answers Hattie with a small shrug. "I'm just not ready yet." "...I hope they can work together," Hattie murmurs, unable to rid herself of the doubt that taints her words. "I think he was prepared to one day not win... but not necessarily for me to be the one to go. Even if... the decision is one he agrees with." Given the circumstances, not that she finds it within her to mention them, not when things are already so muddied and Aislara not so willing to stay in her embrace. "If a mindhealer would help you... I wouldn't keep putting it off. The sooner you begin..." What further time she spends, she tries to turn towards lighter things, and though she doesn't depart so soon as to be rude, she makes a little too sure that she doesn't outstay her welcome. "He is supportive of you," Aislara agrees and her opinion of the Weyrleader is likely higher now than before because of his care of Hattie. Lighter topics are grabbed on to and Aislara lets the heavier things on her mind as she shares stories of the weyrlings and their antics. She will wave Hattie off with a cheerfulness she feels up until she heads back into her weyr. That she will keep to herself and Ryerith's slumbering will help her hold that secret even better. |
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