Logs:Friendly Wishes
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| RL Date: 25 August, 2015 |
| Who: Farideh, K'zin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Farideh and K'zin speak of accomplishments, turnday and other wishes, particularly those for Faryn getting a day off. |
| Where: Kitchen, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 20, Month 8, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: The weather today is very pleasant. A few clouds chase each other across the mostly clear skies, and a soft breeze picks up in the afternoon to make for a fine day. |
| Mentions: Faryn/Mentions, T'mic/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions |
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>---< Kitchen, High Reaches Weyr(#267RJs) >----------------------------------<
Polished marble and granite surfaces, gleaming metalwork and pale woods
characterize the vaulted fastness of the kitchen. Several large hearths
gape red-mouthed against the outer wall of the cavern, their fires almost
always stoked for the constant cooking the Weyr requires to feed its
denizens. Sinks line the wall to one side of the hearths, providing ample
space to wash large quantities of dishes, while to the other, cabinetry
and a deep pantry provide storage space for items commonly needed on a
day-to-day basis.
The remaining wall space is taken up by passageways and extra seating:
swinging doors that lead variously to the main living cavern, the inner
caverns and the storage rooms, a counter-height pass-through for food
service to the Snowasis, and a series of nooks equipped with tables and
benches for quick, out-of-the-way meals any time of day. The promise of the lovely day to come hangs in the air of the morning, Rukbat warming the air without as it rises higher and higher in the sky. The kitchens are their usual bustle of activity as the breakfast rush draws closer to a close and lunch prep is already beginning. The stack of wooden boxes that are often used as carry-away options for riders needing or wanting to eat away from the caverns are waiting to be filled with the sandwich and other travel-friendly options currently in production on one of the counters. Waiting for the boxes, is K'zin judging from the man's intense attention on that process. He sits on the end of a bench in one of the nooks, elbows braced on his knees and klah mug between his hands. In all of the hustle and bustle of the kitchen, it's easy to overlook Farideh, with her sleeves pushed up, following in the heels of a kitchen aide with two sacks from the stores over his shoulders. She's speaking to the assistant headwoman at her side, but the words are lost in the jumble of voices and clanging pots. And "she certainly doesn't immediately notice the bronzerider lurking next to the boxes, though when she does, they're prone to linger with a sharp furrowing of brow. "Excuse me," she tells the other woman, before slinking between cooks and aides alike, to sidle up next to K'zin. "K'zin," is wondering. "Farideh, hey," holds a touch of surprise as he hears his name and reflexively sits up straighter. K'zin places his mug down upon the tabletop. "Waiting for a lunch to take outside," he flicks fingers toward the boxes before looking back to the young woman. "Do you prefer 'weyrwoman' now?" Hazel eyes flit from bronzerider to boxes and back again, without the slightest hint of impression. "Why would I prefer that? My name suffices. It has its own weight," Farideh's hands settle deftly on her waist. "It's been a bit. Hasn't it? Are you glad to be rid of weyrlings for now? Trips to the coast with Telavi?" "The title is something to be proud of, I'd think. I know I liked being Wingrider K'zin much more than I liked Weyrling K'zin," the man of both monikers explains the reason for his question, though he doesn't seem inclined to press for change. "Recognition of accomplishment, I guess." He glances toward the boxes. "Nah. Took Tela to the spa, going camping soon with T'volt, but today I asked for some alone time." Clearing his throat he adds embarrassedly, "It's my turnday." Another throat clear later has him redirecting, "I was actually hoping to run into you. Faryn said you've been keeping her busy." It's a prelude to something, to be sure, but the something doesn't come immediately. "I didn't accomplish anything. I stood, trembling in my shoes, and Roszadyth chose me." It's delivery is matter-of-fact, and the inflection is neutral, but her face shows consideration for his words. "Happy turnday, then," Farideh says, her stoicness breaking underneath a genuine smile. "What did you wish for? Besides a day off." Her smile stays throughout, but at his mention of Faryn, becomes a bit more brittle. "There is always plenty to do. Messages to send, paperwork to sign, projects to start and complete. I'm thankful for the assistance," she says, resuming her cooly neutral tone. The look K'zin gives Farideh is dubious. "Well, maybe your weyrlinghood was easier than mine, but I remember it being a lot of work, something accomplished when I was called a rider. I wasn't thinking of the fact you Impressed, just the work that you put in since then. You worked hard, Farideh; that's no small thing. Not to me, anyway," this last gentles the way the words might try to push his opinion on her, allowing that it can be something of importance to him without being so to her. "Do you think if I tell you it will still come true?" He asks of the wish then looks to his mug. "It's-- not really my place to say anything, but... I don't suppose I could make you finding a way to spare Faryn's assistance for a day worth your while?" Farideh is tolerant enough to allow the bronzerider to speak his piece, wearing a polite smile all the while, but she skips over that part of the the conversation in favor of replying to his turnday-related wish. "I can certainly try to make it happen. Another turn older and supposedly wiser-- it has to be good for something," she says, taking a step closer to K'zin to avoid a busboy colliding with her as he zooms in carrying a stack of dishes. "For?" Is her only question of Faryn, eyes settling on his face. "Older, certainly, wiser-- that's always debatable." K'zin makes appropriate looks of self-deprecation to accompany his remark. "I wished to look as good at twenty-five as I did at twenty," there's a goofy look to his smile; he's a simple man with simple wishes. "For whatever she wants to do with it. She-" He hesitates and then says, "-had a rough day the other day. Just seems like she could do with a day for herself," says the man imposing his opinion onto Faryn. "Now, I can't bend time, but I can get you a great moisturizer or there's a barber at Telgar Hold that everyone swears will make you look like--" Farideh's mouth stalls in open shape, before it breaks into an impish grin. "F'lar." And that's where her amusement ends, as she continues to consider K'zin for his impudence. "I certainly don't make Faryn work for me. She could have picked up any other position-- and anytime she needs a rest day, all she has to do is ask. I am not a monster, K'zin." "I was F'lar for turnover one turn," K'zin answers the goldrider with a grin of his own. "Where was he then?" This magical barber of her acquaintance. "I wasn't meaning to imply that you were, only that she might be able to use a day, but might not ask for it." He shrugs. "Maybe she would, I just--" He sighs, one hand reaching to rub at the back of his neck. "I felt like I should try to do something nice for her." "I don't think he does hair for just anyone," Farideh says, leaning in a bit conspiratorially. "That's what I hear anyway. For all I know, he could shave you bald and cut your ears in the process." There's laughter there, in her voice. "Why? Do you like her?" is disapproving. "You know you have Telavi and she has T'mic, and even if you're not weyrmates, any of you, I would have to discourage that, K'zin." A flick of her eyes up and down the bronzerider result in, "But if you're doing it as a concerned friend, then, I can take it into consideration." "That would be less than pleasant," K'zin decides, delivering the words deadpan. "And you never know, the anxiety and stress of facing that possibility might be too much for my ancient heart." Ancient. He seems to be taking good humor with him into the next turn though for it colors his voice and grin. As for the rest, K'zin's face squinches. It's not a face of disgust but rather something that dislikes the necessity to explain. "No. I mean, yes. I like her, but I don't like her. I do have Tela. I like Tela. Love her even. I'm glad Faryn has T'mic even if I didn't know, but... I don't know, we've got along from the beginning. She let me Search her after turning others down. I feel-- somehow responsible, and she's my friend or I think she is," he sounds a little uncertain. "Just because I'm a bronzerider and have dangly bits between my legs doesn't mean everything I do is motivated by those." This is added with humor, with an unspoken plea that Farideh just understand and leave it all at that. "I think you'd survive, clipped ears, bad heart and all," Farideh returns, with a look and an overabundance of amusement. "K'zin," she sighs then, holding up a hand palm out, "you don't need to explain it. I understand. You're concerned. I will take it into consideration-- I do think it's early, considering she just started-- but if it's something she would agree to, I don't see why not. I appreciate you taking the time to bring it to my attention." Her expression shifts slightly, into something a little, smugly pleased. "I hope she knows what a good friend she has." "She did say she wasn't sure she'd earned a day off yet," K'zin explains by way of keeping his request from reflecting on the woman in question's opinion. "But I'd be grateful if you'd think on it. Maybe even just a day she could spend with T'mic, if she wanted." Something, his tone implies. "Anyway. I should get a box before the biggest ones are claimed," he nods to the boxes that have been prepared while they've been speaking. He pushes up onto his feet, "You have good friends too, if you want them, me." Awkward and he seems to know that for he doesn't seek to linger. "Have a good day," he wishes her (and everyone knows the turnday wishes are more powerful than everyday wishes). While the bronzerider speaks, and gets up to get his boxed meal, Farideh merely listens and watches, her face only expressing minute changes. She takes a step back when he makes his goodbyes, and inclines her chin magnanimously; making no promises one way or the other. "I hope this turnday is as good as all of the others, K'zin. Enjoy it," she replies, before turning away to return to her duties in the kitchen, mingling amongst the staff. |
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Squishy (12:29, 26 August 2015 (PDT)) said...
~slow clap~
Favorite line: "Just because I'm a bronzerider and have dangly bits between my legs doesn't mean everything I do is motivated by those."
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